——From this, it can be seen that Luo Cang's heart is indeed harder than steel. Just now, Luo Jiujiang had no choice but to use his left arm to hold a stick that reached his eyebrows. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his radius and heard a cracking sound in his ears. It turned out that the bone was almost broken.
However, Luo Cang sat firmly in his wheelchair, not only did his body not move, even his expression did not change at all. If Luo Jiujiang had not been strong and quick-witted, and had not immediately used his left arm, which was almost numb from the pain, to support the puppet behind him, first using the handle of his sword to strike back, and then stabbing the puppet in front of him, who knows how many bones he would have broken before Luo Cang intervened.
After taking a deep breath after recovering from the most painful pain, Luo Jiujiang raised his head and forced a smile, saying, "Master, do you have any medicine?" If he didn't apply good medicine to this wound, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
"There is medicinal wine."
Luo Cang slowly wheeled his wheelchair over to Luo Jiujiang's side, patiently waiting for him to unbutton his shirt and expose his back. Luo Jiujiang had just been hit hard on his left arm, and even the finest movements in his fingers were still clumsy. As he pulled off his shirt, he glanced back. The spot on his back where he'd been struck by the club had now become a vast, spiderweb-like bruise.
Luo Cang's eyes softened a bit, but his movements were still merciless. He unscrewed the lid of the medicinal wine and gave Luo Jiujiang a back massage to stimulate blood circulation. The force of his hands made Luo Jiujiang shiver in pain.
In order to avoid the embarrassment of baring his teeth, Luo Jiujiang randomly found a topic that made him resentful: "Master, are these five puppets really practicing the Buddhist way?"
"I'm not lying to you, they are indeed Buddhist practitioners." Luo Cang pressed down on Luo Jiujiang's shoulders to prevent him from breaking free. "But their moves are imitating those of the Buddhist practitioners of the Six Livestock Path. I'm afraid I forgot to tell you this."
Luo Jiujiang: "...Master, your wording is so elegant." Most people don't call the Six Animals Path Buddhist practices, they usually call them cults!
"I'm surprised you were able to stop all five puppets." Pushing away the blood clot on Luo Jiujiang's back, Luo Cang pulled Luo Jiujiang's left arm and frowned slightly after just one glance. "But you were too reckless when dealing with the second puppet. You shouldn't have used your back to withstand that blow."
"In that situation, there is no other way." Luo Jiujiang curled the corner of his mouth - Luo Cang changed a new medicine on his arm. It didn't hurt when he applied it, but it made his bones sore and itchy.
Luo Cang shook his head: "There is another way. Do you want me to tell you, or do you want to think about it yourself?"
"Then let me go back and think about it. If I still don't understand by tomorrow, please ask Master to tell me." After treating the wounds on his back and arms, Luo Jiujiang put on his clothes again and shook the hem of his clothes, "Huh?"
It was Luo Cang who handed the bottle of medicinal wine and a medicine bottle to him.
"Keep it." Luo Cang said briefly, "Otherwise, do you still want to trouble me to treat your wounds every time?"
"I dare not, I dare not. Thank you very much, Master." Luo Jiujiang said he dared not, but he smiled: the two medicines Luo Cang gave him were really good. The wounds on his body had just been treated for less than a cup of tea, but the swelling and pain in his body had been swept away.
Judging from the other party's boldness in using tilia leaves to cook breakfast, these two medicines probably have some merits.
Just as Luo Cang turned his wheelchair to signal Luo Jiujiang to follow, Luo Qi came running over from a distance, waving: "Luo Ge - Luo Ge -"
"What's wrong? Don't be anxious, tell me slowly." Luo Jiujiang took two steps forward and saw that his cousin who always liked to follow him looked frightened.
"Finally found you!" Luo Qi grabbed Luo Jiujiang's sleeve, gasping for breath, barely squeezing out half a breath from his lungs, "Brother Luo, Brother Han's mother... is gone."
"What?!"
Before this class, Luo Jiujiang was very eager to try and challenge this record.
But what's the point of talking about records now? What's the point of talking about killing sounds? This old bastard's words are too sinister.
The two responded to Luo Cang's words instantly. Luo Jiujiang was about to leap up, but Han Qianling reacted and pressed Luo Jiujiang's shoulders, forcing him back to his seat.
Luo Cang took in all the actions of the two men. His face remained calm, his expression as if dead, and he said coldly, "Get out."
Those two words carried a weight of a thousand pounds. As soon as they fell, Han Qianling's body visibly staggered, as if being pulled sideways by an invisible force. Luo Jiujiang quickly reached out to grab Han Qianling, but was pinned to the chair by an extremely powerful and irresistible force, instantly unable to move.
The school was eerily quiet for a moment, with only a few teeth-grinding cracking sounds being heard. It turned out that the table top under Luo Jiujiang's palm had been crushed into tiny cracks by him.
Luo Jiujiang's muscles tensed, his eyes glaring, yet he couldn't move a single finger. Han Qianling gritted his teeth, resisting the overwhelming force with all his might so he could hold Luo Jiujiang's wrist and offer one final warning: "Calm down and listen carefully."
After saying this, Han Qianling turned his head and looked directly at Luo Cang, and said calmly: "Don't bother me, sir. I can walk out by myself."
Luo Cang glanced at Han Qianling indifferently: "It's a pity that a disabled person like me doesn't like others standing higher than me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the force exerted on Han Qianling suddenly doubled. The door opened and closed with a bang, and everyone in the school almost watched him being thrown out. A dull sound of landing could be heard faintly from outside the room.
Luo Cang picked up a slate pencil, turned his wheelchair, and wrote the words "Yin Sha" on the inky-colored wooden board. "Today we're going to talk about Yin Sha." He paid no attention to the glances from the audience. "I'm not very patient. Those foolish and weak ones don't need to come to the next class."
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