Fengguixu

Chapter 48

Shen Xu took the pulse for him, although the pulse was rapid, but powerful, he should not die for a while.

He felt a little relieved, and put the person on his back. Just as he lifted his foot to go, he turned his head and saw a thick and clumsy figure, which also turned over from the high wall of the big house. When he landed, his foot slipped and he almost fell down. .

Taking a closer look, that person is also carrying a person on his back. Looking at the skirt fluttering in the wind, the person carrying it should be a woman.

Under the moonlight, the man had a bald head that couldn't be ignored, and looked around furtively. He heard the sound of chasing and killing all around, and the thick smoke billowed.

Shen Xu recognized the person, he breathed heavily and went on.

Under the shadow of the night, the two ran back and forth for about a stick of incense, each carrying someone on their backs, when the bald monk suddenly flashed and rushed into a dark alley.

Shen Xu chased to the entrance of the alley, but without stepping in, he stopped and said loudly: "Master Samadhi, you are descending to Shen Xu."

In the empty and dark narrow alley, only Xia Ye's sultry draft whimpered back to him.

Shen Xu waited patiently for a while, Yu Jinhuan's breath hit his neck and ears non-stop, it was wet and hot, he was sweating all over, he wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but he couldn't, so he couldn't help smiling wryly.

Even if this person faints, he always has the ability to make people feel uneasy.

Perhaps the stalemate has been going on for a long time, but he still refuses to leave. If he doesn't leave, Samadhi can't leave either.After a while, Sanmai had no choice but to step out from the shadows, and asked suspiciously, "Why is Mr. Shen dressed up as a doll?"

"It's a long story." Shen Xu took a step forward, "Master..."

Samadhi immediately shouted: "Don't move!"

Shen Xu paused.

"Pay attention to the black powder under your feet." Sanmai reminded, rubbing his bald head and laughing, "Don't blame me, sir, the monk also wants to protect himself."

Shen Xu nodded, raised his breath and turned sideways, slapped his feet on one side of the alley wall, leaped forward with his strength, and landed in front of Sanmai in a blink of an eye.

"Young master is very skilled!" Sanmai praised him, seeing a person behind him, who didn't know what to do, stretched his neck to look, "Who is this?"

"Yu Jinhuan." Shen Xu said, "He was also in Zangxiu Tower that day."

"It turned out to be him." Sanmai pondered for a while, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "I remembered, it was the man who shook the fan. Oh, what happened to him?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to feel Yu Jinhuan's pulse.

Shen Xu: "Qiu Chaosheng slapped him."

The hand stretched out halfway, and turned back abruptly: "Ah... the star picking hand? Then you won't survive, so hurry up and find a place to bury it."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to have some bad luck, turned his head and left.

"Wait, the poisonous powder at the alley..." Shen Xu was worried that the poisonous powder would accidentally injure innocent passers-by, so he hurriedly stopped the monk with a long step.

"The poison of the powder is so strong that it will kill you if you touch your clothes, but it lasts for a short time. As long as the two of us are talking, it is no longer poisonous. Don't worry!" Samadhi walked around him without raising his head, and continued to walk. Go forward, making it clear that you don't want to save people.

Shen Xu knew that in the world of injuries and illnesses, if he couldn't do anything about the samadhi, he would really be helpless.

But Samadhi didn't want to be cured, and he couldn't beg, so he just followed behind his back silently.

When Samadhi takes a step, he takes a step; when Samadhi turns a corner, he also turns; when Samadhi pushes the door and enters a small remote courtyard, he follows like no one else around.

Sanmai was a little desperate: "Young master Shen, you follow me with a dead man on your back, even if you follow the dead man to the bone, and the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, the monk can't cure it, and you still can't cure it!"

"Haven't tried it yet, how do you know it can't be cured? Besides, aren't you carrying a dead person behind your back?" Shen Xu replied.

Sanmai rolled his eyes and turned the woman on his back upside down: "How do you know she's dead?"

"I can clearly see that she didn't breathe during the journey." Shen Xu pointed out.

"She's not panting, that's because she's in a state of suspended animation right now, alas, you don't understand even if I tell you, so get out of the way."

Sanmai stepped into the house, lit the lamp, gently placed the woman on her back on the couch, covered her with a quilt, turned her head and saw that Shen Hui was still there, sighed deeply, knowing that she couldn't be chased away, so she led The man went to the opposite wing and pointed to the empty bed angrily.

Shen Xu arranged Yu Jinhuan, and stood by the couch, staring at the Samadhi.

Samadhi paced back and forth, but in the end he still couldn't resist his soft heart, rolled up his sleeves, walked forward, and muttered softly: "You are also very strange, you ask for help, but you refuse to say a word of softness."

"What soft words do you want to hear?" Shen Xu asked without understanding.

Samadhi was choked, thinking back to those patients or family members who begged him for medical treatment in the past, who didn't cry and desperately seek death?No matter how bad it is, please tell me what the genius doctor always wants to say, but this one in front of me is as stupid as a wooden stake, just looking at it makes me angry.

Alas, that's all, who made the monk owe me a favor?This is a door-to-door debt collection.

Dissatisfied with Sanmai, he moved the bamboo stool over, put his fingertips on the wrist of the unconscious man on the couch: "Let's say it in advance, the monk took in a bad guy who was hit by the star picker in the past, and it took a lot of effort. People lost weight for a few laps, but they were not rescued, and almost smashed the signboard. After all, monks are healers, not gods. In this case, even if you have a monk's bamboo card in your hand, you can't get one back Fate, don't blame the monk for not reminding you in advance, there is only one bamboo card, you don't have to use the opportunity on an irrelevant person."

Shen Xu frowned, and said in a low voice: "He... is not an irrelevant person."

"Hmm..." Sanmai closed his eyes and probed his pulse, "Since you have made up your mind, the monk will do as it is."

"En." Shen Xu's drooping gaze lightly swept across the pale face of the person on the couch, and he clenched the scabbard in his hand, with the uneven openwork patterns on the scabbard engraved into his palm, "I beg you to save him."

Samadhi had heard too much of the word "begging" in his life, he and Shen Xu had only met each other on two sides, he didn't know that Shen Xu had never begged anyone in his life, and of course he didn't know what this sentence meant, so he smiled and said nothing.

But Yu Jinhuan, who was lying on the bed, understood the meaning of the word "begging". He knew what kind of temperament Shen Hui was. He had to spend a lot of trouble even if he wanted him to drink with him on Xuanjing Peak that day. If you want him to say something nice, it's like killing him and killing him, and now he is begging for him?

Haha, if he wasn't pretending to be dizzy right now, the corners of his mouth would be grinning to the ear.

"Huh? That's really weird." That side of Samadhi finished his pulse, showed a puzzled face, helped Yu Jinhuan to sit up again, unbuttoned his clothes and looked at his back.

Yu Jinhuan's complexion is extremely white, and on his broad and long back, between two sets of protruding shoulder blades, there is a cyanotic purple palm print, with a clear outline and penetrating three points to the bone, it looks very frightening.

"It is undoubtedly the star picker." Sanmai muttered.

Seeing his serious face, Shen Xu felt a sudden in his heart: "What, the injury is serious?"

"No, no, it's the opposite!" Sanmai put the man down, because he lost one eye and one ear, so no matter what expression he made, he looked a little creepy, he rolled his one eye and said strangely, "Just now I checked Fan, this kid's heart pulse is intact, the heartbeat is strong and powerful, and he doesn't look like he was hit by the star picker at all. If he didn't have some internal injuries that could not kill him but were not minor, and he couldn't fake it, the monks would have suspected that he had a wound on his back. That palm print was painted by myself!"

When Shen Xu heard this, his eyebrows immediately relaxed: "You mean, his life is safe?"

"So far, I'm living pretty well." Sanmai smacked his lips, stood up with a shake of his monk's robe, "grab some medicine, practice luck by yourself, and recuperate for ten days and a half months. From this point of view, Qiu Chaosheng That old bird is getting old, and his skills are not as good as before, if such a star picker spreads out, I'm afraid it will make the people of Jiang Hu laugh their teeth out, hehe!"

It turned out that Qiu Chaosheng didn't perform well.

Shen Xu's high-hanging heart finally fell to the ground, after tossing and tossing all night, once the tense spirit was relaxed, he immediately climbed up his limbs and bones. The topic changed.

"But it's only for the moment. He can avoid the Star Picker, but he can't escape the old disease. Judging by the chaotic pulse, it's hard to get back, and he won't live for five years."

The sudden words were like a bolt from the blue, directly knocking Shen Xu to the spot, his mind went blank.

What do you mean, you can't live for five years?

After the astonishment, he managed to regain his senses and wanted to ask what happened, but the samadhi had already left, and there was no trace of him inside or outside the house.

A sleepless night.

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, Shen Xu went out to the morning market. When he came back, he saw a rattan chair under a tree in the courtyard. The rattan chair was slowly shaking. A middle-aged woman was lying on the chair. Dressed in lifeless black cloth, he was basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

Shen Xu recognized that she was the feigned death woman brought back from Samadhi last night, and also guessed that she was actually Samadhi's own sister, poisonous widow Lan Gu.

When crossing the courtyard, he deliberately stepped heavily. The other party should have heard someone coming, but he did not open his eyes.

The other party didn't intend to exchange pleasantries, so he didn't want to disturb him, so he walked into the house.

When passing the rattan chair, Lan Gu suddenly said, "Do you know where my silly brother went?"

"I don't know." Shen Xu stopped.

Lan Gu snorted through her nose and said badly, "Smelly Monk is crazy all day long, he has no idea."

Unable to answer these words, Shen Xu rubbed his nose, hesitated for a while, took out the scallion pancake he just bought from his bag, and handed it over: "Do you want to eat it?"

"What to eat?"

A burst of fragrance wafted into the nostrils, and Lan Gu opened her eyes, and what she saw was a golden pancake that was fragrant on the outside and crispy on the inside.

"I just bought it." Shen Xu handed it forward.

Aunt Lan curled her lips in disdain: "Didn't you poison me?"

Shen Xu frowned: "If you don't eat, you will fall down."

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the scallion pancake was snatched away by his split hand.

"Hmph, even if it's poisonous, it won't kill me." Aunt Lan seemed afraid of his repentance, took a big bite, and said vaguely, "There is no one who can poison your aunt and me in this world yet."

Seeing that she was eating well, Shen Xu smiled and shook his head, feeling that the strange people in the Jianghu really have their own personalities, some of them are hateful, and some are really interesting.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Shen Xu went back to the room, but Yu Jinhuan was still awake.

Fortunately, he hasn't woken up yet. If he wakes up and finds that he is still wearing the blood-stained dirty clothes, he might faint again.

Shen Xu hung up the sword lightly, stood with arms crossed and stared at the edge of the bed for a while, after sleeping all night, Yu Jinhuan's face turned ruddy, thinking of how he rushed up to block the palm for him last night, My heart is soft and warm, as if soaked in the best bamboo leaves.

Thinking that the surnamed Yu somehow only had five years to live, that Zhuyeqing turned cold and became bitter, both bitter and astringent, making people's heart ache.

Shen Xu silently took off the burden on his shoulders, unfolded it, and took out a set of new clothes that he had just bought. When he bought it, the lady proprietress of the tailor shop praised the clothes as the best in the world. Brilliant, reckoning that it should be in line with Yu Jinhuan's unrestrained aesthetics, when I asked about the price, it was quite expensive, and it also met Yu Jinhuan's high requirements of choosing the most expensive, so I bought it.

I bought everything, so naturally I have to change it for him.

Since it is necessary to replace the new one, it is natural to take off the old one first.

Shen Xu draped his clothes in his arms, sat down on the edge of the bed expressionlessly, took Yu Jinhuan out of the quilt, helped him to sit up, and carefully placed that precious head on his shoulder.

In this way, the two sat side by side for a long time.

If you sit down again, your body will feel numb.

Shen Xu curled up his fingers, and finally slowly reached out to untie the belt of Yu Jinhuan's obscene clothes.

The belt was tied in a tight knot, it took a long time to untie it until Shen Xu was sweating all over, took off the bloody clothes, threw them on the ground, then shook off the new clothes, raised Yu Jinhuan and put one arm into the clothes sleeve.

During the whole process, half of Yu Jinhuan's body was firmly pressed against him, at such a close distance, skin to skin, ear to temple rubbed together, Shen Xu even breathed very lightly, fearing that his increasingly violent heartbeat would be discovered by others.

When he finally managed to tuck both arms in, his ears were already red and his fingertips were trembling.

As soon as he lowered his eyes, he met Shang Yu Jinhuan's blood-colored lips.