C4

Soon enough, the sweet smell of rice porridge came out from the Earth Temple. Along with the smell of the rice porridge and the smell of medicine, Tang Yue peeked his head into the medicine jar and couldn't figure out what was going on.

However, he was certain that the man was sick. The people in the palanquin hadn't said a word since they entered the room. They didn't even move. He didn't know if they were still awake or unconscious.

"Husband, let's drink some medicine first." The brawny man poured the medicine into a silver bowl, carefully holding it and kneeling outside the palanquin.

Tang Yue secretly clicked his tongue, just what kind of background did this group of people have, they actually brought silver bowls with them when they went out, and after glancing at the made up bed, Tang Yue felt even more envious.

There were layers upon layers of dry grass, mats, thick blankets, and plain quilts. There were jade pillows by the head of the bed. Compared to them, he was in a miserable state.

Right at this moment, a hand lifted a corner of the curtain and took the medicine bowl. Tang Yue didn't know if it was because that hand was too enticing, but he blurted out, "You should eat something to rest your stomach on first."

The sturdy man stared at him with his tiger eyes, his face slowly revealed a look of delight: young dandy knows about medicine?

"Cough …" "I know a bit." Tang Yue did not dare to be careless, he was a surgeon, and trained in western medicine. Although he had come into contact with traditional Chinese medicine before, he was still only slightly knowledgeable.

Moreover, he had neither medicine nor tools by his side. Even if he knew the patient's condition, it would not be easy for him to do anything.

The sturdy man looked at his age and shook his head regretfully, obviously treating Tang Yue's words of modesty as real. They had searched for countless doctor on their way here, but no matter what, they were still stronger than young dandy.

But he still followed Tang Yue's instructions and got someone to bring a bowl of porridge over.

From start to end, the person in the sedan chair did not appear, Tang Yue's gaze had always inadvertently landed on that hand. His fingers were slender, his abdomen was full, and his fingernails were round and clean, but they lacked some color.

Tang Yue stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, poked at the calluses on his palm and muttered, "When I take care of my body, I'll be as good-looking as well."

Tang Yue was already sleepy, he struggled to keep his eyes open to keep them open to see what the person inside the palanquin looked like.

The bed over there had already been made. Why was this man still hiding in the sedan chair and not coming out? Tang Yue leaned his back against the wet wall and nodded his head little by little.

"They're coming!" A panicked shout woke Tang Yue up from his stupor. He opened his eyes and looked at the group of people before pulling out their swords and placing them in front of the palanquin.

Tang Yue vaguely thought: You guys are making a movie?

A pair of rough, dry hands patted his cheek. Shan anxiously said, "Husband, get up. We have to run faster."

"What's going on?" Tang Yue rubbed his face with his cold hands and saw a group of men in black blocking the door.

His mouth was wide open, his eyes were wide open as he looked from one side to the other. He wanted to cry but had no tears. Even if he slept, he would not be able to sleep well. Stop this mob!

"We can't leave." Tang Yue said with a heavy heart. Even he noticed that the group of black clothed people had surrounded the broken temple.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a moment. Shan was doing his best to block Tang Yue's skinny and weak body, while the big men who lived under the same roof as them were also doing their best to protect the palanquin.

They were all a group of loyal and good people who were protecting their master! Tang Yue secretly sighed.

It was probably because this group of people did not chase them out after entering that Tang Yue had a good impression of them. Seeing that they were in trouble, he naturally determined that the group of black-clothed people outside were the bad guys.

Furthermore, her entire body was wrapped in black, making her look like a Black Widow. From a glance, it was obvious that she wasn't a good person.

The two sides started fighting very quickly. When Tang Yue was young, he was also involved in one or two fights, but everyone was hitting each other with fists and kicks, unlike when they were using true blades and true swords.

He was more familiar with the scene of the blade cutting into the flesh than anyone else, and the splattering of blood filled the sky. After all, Tang Yue was a student of medicine, not only did he not feel disgusted seeing such a bloody scene, he even had the mood to study which organ was the target of the sword, how to remedy it, and which artery was the target of the blade, and how long could he live.

Very quickly, someone fell, the smell of blood flowed out along with the wind, and after a while, even though Tang Yue was used to life and death, used to slicing open corpses, he still suffocated from the smell.

The number of people on both sides was decreasing, Tang Yue could tell that the palanquin men were the most powerful, the guards did not lose even against one opponent, they were truly experts.

He was thinking about a question: Should he go up and help?

This palanquin man's identity was obviously not ordinary. If he could take the initiative to help out, he might be able to hold onto a thick leg. Since he had just arrived, he would always feel better with a backer.

However, with his small arms and legs, he might not be able to handle the other party with a single cut. If he failed to help and ended up losing his life, that would be a huge loss.

He gently pushed his way down the mountain and whispered, "Uncle Shan, how is your martial arts?" This grandpa looked like a rotten log, but to be able to pick him up by himself, he must have some ability, right?

"Husband, there's no choice. You can just call for us."

"Whatever. First, can you tell me if you can beat them?"

"Husband, do you want to help?"

"It's not me, it's you!" Can you do it? If it doesn't work out, then let's just continue hiding and find a chance to escape. " Everything depended on the safety of his own life.

"Who are you trying to help?"

Without waiting for Tang Yue's reply, a black-clothed man was sent flying and landed right in front of them. The man hit his butt on the ground, stood up and saw two people hiding in the corner, and chopped towards them without a second thought.

Tang Yue "f * * k" ed, and cursed: "What's wrong with you? "Do you even have eyes? Can't you see that we're not in the same group?"

The mountain in front of him suddenly jumped up and kicked the blade. Then, it stretched out its arm and strangled the other party's neck. With a "Kacha" sound, the other party's head tilted down.

Tang Yue subconsciously touched his neck and swallowed his saliva. He raised his thumb and praised, "Great Master Shan!"

Such a cruel uncle was still his bodyguard!