Chapter 182

Unexpectedly, he went to the thatched cottage. It seems that it is really an order. Sometimes he can't escape. Li Luoyang didn't want to bring disaster to the owner of the thatched cottage, but in the end, someone saved the three of them.

The thatched house looks very simple from the outside. After opening the door, I found that it is not small. It has all kinds of internal organs. There are three separate rooms and a small kitchen. Cooking and boiling water are not a problem.

At this time, Dong Ming finally came in handy. When the monk cleaned up Li Luoyang and Xiao Hui's wounds, Li Luoyang asked Dong Ming to boil water.

"Why boil water?" the monk was puzzled. "Is it used to drench the wound, but it will burn."

Li Luoyang covers his forehead. Of course, boiling water will scald. The problem is who will pour boiling water on his wound - well, even if it is someone else's wound, he won't do that unless he is an enemy?

"It's used when it's cold. Dong Ming, take these cloth strips and cook them before drying. Well, it's better to add a little salt when cooking."

"More salt?"

The monk's eyes are a little big. He can't bear firewood, but what's salt? Cook cloth strips to eat? Salt is precious. There is wood.

"It's necessary. I'll mend it for you if it takes much, but can we hurry up? My back hurts." Li Luoyang has been lying on his stomach. The monk picked away his clothes behind him. A long wound was covered with blood scabs, which looks very ferocious.

"You're lucky. If the wound is deeper, you'll hurt the bone. Why did those people chase you?" the monk held a very exquisite porcelain vase in his hand. Just looking at the packaging, he knew that the contents must be valuable. Li Luoyang was just worried about whether the wound medicine would cause infection.

"Well, that's life."

"They are the red scarves. Didn't you listen to them? Under the command of the Duke fangla, we don't know why they found us."

"Master, is it because of the village?" Dong Ming, who was busy, took time to insert.

"Can you concentrate on your own business? It's waiting here." Li Luoyang glared at Dong Ming and looked at Xiao Hui lying next to him. In contrast, Xiao Hui's injury was more serious. But since he was saved by the monk, Xiao Hui hardly spoke. He just kept looking at the monk, as if he could understand the origin of the monk.

"Alas, I really hated six doors for a while, but your boy should be an exception. Six doors that can risk their lives for ordinary people are not real six doors."

"I can't talk about it." Xiao Hui rolled his eyelids. Because of the wound, he can only lie on his stomach. The old monk won't let him lie down because lying down oppresses the wound on his ass too much. Although Li Luoyang has proposed to deal with Xiao Hui's wound first, it's a pity that the old monk refused. He said that if he didn't hurry up to deal with the wound in his childhood, he would leave a great danger in the future, It seems that the little gray wound doesn't matter.

Li Luoyang guessed whether it was because the old monk saw Xiao Hui's identity. Generally speaking, people who live in seclusion and don't ask about the world are either trapped by love or unable to show their ambition. They don't know what kind of old monk they are.

Li Luoyang vaguely remembered the last two sentences.

"Hiss ~" the wound medicine seems to be beginning to play a role. The pain involved makes Li Luoyang sweat on his forehead, but the old monk is relaxed. "It's good to know the pain. I'm most afraid it's poisonous and numb on the knife. That's the real bad."

"Really? By the way, the poem you just read"

"Oh, I've been thinking for a long time, but I still can't find the lower half of the que. It seems that I still haven't got enough knowledge." the old monk shook his head. Since Li Luoyang is not allowed to wrap with ordinary cloth strips, the old monk also obeyed good advice, so he let Li Luoyang's wound hang, turned and began to deal with Xiao Hui. First, he picked Xiao Hui's pants with a knife.

"Can't you do this?" the little gray lying on his stomach felt his ass cool and his face immediately became embarrassed.

"This is a necessary process for debridement. Just be happy. When Dong Mingshao's water is cooled, you have to add salt and wash it again. If there is alcohol, it's good."

"Alcohol? What is alcohol? Wine can also become essence?" the old monk suddenly interrupted.

"After the founding of the PRC, no one can be made into a fine spirit." Li Luoyang poker faced a solemn way: "alcohol is the essence of wine, and is not used for drinking in general cases, it is for saving lives and protecting the wounded."

"Oh, so where can I find alcohol?"

"Let's talk about this later." Li Luoyang shook his head. He thought he was so stupid. What kind of stove is there to make high alcohol for money. "Continue with the topic just now. What happened to that poem?"

"That's not a poem. I only write the upper que, but I can't find the lower que."

"Shall I try?"

"You?" the old monk rolled his eyelids, smiled at will and continued to treat Xiao Hui's wound. His expression clearly looked down on Li Luoyang.

"I can think of it in a moment. Do you believe it?"

"Well, if you think of it in a incense burning time, I will." the old monk thought for a while, but he didn't think he should give Li Luoyang a bet.

"Why don't you take me to Luoyang?"

"Take you to Luoyang? OK, I'll go out with you."

"It's a deal." Li Luoyang smiled faintly, brewing his emotions for a moment, and then said, "I've sharpened a sword for ten years, but I haven't tried the frost blade. I'll show you today. Who's wrong!"

"Show you today, who has a grievance!" the old monk who was applying medicine to Xiao Hui's shoulder shook his hands, and the yellow powder immediately sprinkled Xiao Hui on his back.

"Well, that's great!"

Standing up like a demon, the old monk paced back and forth in the room, chanting the two poems received by Li Luoyang repeatedly.

"If I show you today, who has injustice? If I show you today, who has injustice!"

"Well, don't you think it's good?" Li Luoyang raised his eyebrows, and there was a trace of color in the corners of his mouth.

"Well, it seems that when I went out for a walk, those with red turbans you just said were manichaeiss?"

The old monk seemed to have calmed down at last and continued to look back to deal with Xiao Hui's injury. At the same time, Dong Ming followed him and was sent by him with a fan to cool the salt water and a dried cloth strip.

"Ah ~ it's not in the cell. You don't have to greet me like this?"

Salt water poured into the wound. It was so sour that Xiao Hui almost scolded.

"Ha, blame your master!"

Lao he shangle's face was bumped, which clearly built his happiness on Xiao Hui's pain.