The wound on his back slowed down Luo Jiujiang's ability to dodge with his sword, and he didn't find a chance to kill the third puppet for a long time. During this time, due to his sluggish body movements, he was inevitably hit by a few sticks.
——From this, it can be seen that Luo Cang's heart is indeed harder than steel. Just now, Luo Jiujiang was forced to use his left arm to hold a stick at 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, his body not moving at all, and his expression not changing at all. If Luo Jiujiang hadn't been strong and quick-witted, using his almost numb left arm to support the puppet behind him, first using the handle of his knife to force it 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 the most painful blow, Luo Jiujiang raised his head and forced a smile, saying, "Master, do you have any medicine?" If he didn't apply some 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, revealing his back. Luo Jiujiang had just been hit hard on the 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 patch of bruises.
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 with 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 kinds of "medicine" given to him by Luo Cang 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 he finished speaking, Luo Cang saw Luo Jiujiang's brows twitch. He probably knew what his apprentice was about to refute, so he sneered: "You used this move to fight with the opponent and ended up in a draw because you are too weak. Your skills are low and your strength is weak. You can't perform the true form of this move. 'Broken Wind Pavilion' is originally a killer move that can defeat the enemy. Who told you to use it to repeatedly grind that turtle shell?"
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