On the left side of the Green Bamboo Slope, a large expanse of green bamboo had fallen. On the scattered bamboo leaves lay an old man covered in blood.
His hair was stained with blood, his face was stained with blood, and his neck was stained with blood. Even the green bamboo leaves on the ground were dyed red like maple leaves. But what was inconceivable was that the old man's white clothes were spotless, whiter than the snow and moon.
The ground was covered with falling bamboo leaves, but not a single one landed on the white clothes.
A bloody man and a white clothes, it was simply a terrifying scene that could only be found in hell.
With just one glance, the girl in cotton clothes, Qin Guihua, was already panicking. Her knees went soft and she screamed, dropping the basin of clothes.
The mountain wind blew, sweeping away a few bamboo leaves stained with blood, but it brought a tranquil and indifferent aura, quietly comforting the wounded soul.
Qin Guihua calmed her soul and carefully put the clothes into the wooden basin. As she picked them up, she secretly glanced at the bloody man lying on the bamboo leaves.
"Fortunately, fortunately, he died a long time ago. He's not a ghost at all." After putting away the clothes with great difficulty, Qin Guihua first patted her chest and comforted herself: "It's okay. Quickly return to the village and tell brother Niu about this. "
She took three steps forward, but suddenly stopped.
This person was too strange and mysterious. On one hand, she was afraid, but on the other hand, she was even more curious.
"This person, who is he, and where did he come from? Bamboo Village is a hundred li away from the town, and there are only about sixty people in total. How could an unfamiliar old man die on the Green Bamboo Slope? "
After being stunned for a while and confirming that the old man did not move, Qin Guihua suddenly turned around and put down the wooden basin. She gathered her courage and carefully approached.
Although covered in blood, the wrinkles and gray spots on the old man's face were still clearly visible. Although his eyes were tightly closed, his eyebrows were wrinkled. It seemed that he died very unwillingly.
Qin Guihua could not help but sigh: "Such an old man, dying in a foreign land, is actually very pitiful."
"Cough!"
A cough suddenly flew out from the old man's mouth. Although the sound was not heavy, it scared half of Qin Guihua's soul out.
She shouted in panic, "You, I, I didn't kill you, don't …"
However, the old man had no intention of being possessed by a ghost. After a long while, his body was still lying there motionlessly.
"Could it be that he's still alive?" Qin Guihua muttered to herself, "If it's not a ghost, then not only do I not need to be afraid, I need to hurry back to the village and let Uncle Wang take a look."
Her compassion finally overcame her fear. Qin Guihua slowly moved closer and bent down. She hesitantly reached out her hand to check the old man's breathing.
A wisp of aura came from his palm. The old man was still alive!
Qin Guihua took out a towel from the wooden basin and wiped the blood off the old man's face and neck. She then reached out to hold the old man's right arm.
Unexpectedly, the old man was incomparably heavy. She was so delicate and weak that she couldn't pull him at all.
"Looks like I still have to ask Big Brother Niu for help."
Qin Guihua quickly ran back to Bamboo Village and back to the mulberry field. She shouted, "Big Brother Niu, Uncle Li, there's an unfamiliar old man lying on the bamboo slope, he's still alive. Quickly go and take a look. "
With this shout, more than ten people were called to the green bamboo slope. The small village was remote and there was no other medical center. However, there was a wild doctor, Wang Ji. He was already sixty years old. Because he had collected herbs for many years, he knew a little about medicinal properties. Usually, he would treat small illnesses like colds for the villagers.
At that moment, Wang Ji pretended to feel the old man's pulse. He then reached out to open the old man's eyelids and pried open the old man's mouth. In the end, he came to a conclusion, "This old man doesn't have any serious problems. He just fainted from hunger. After a few mouthfuls of clear soup and a few mouthfuls of rice, he'll be fine. "
Niu Zhuangzhuang was puzzled, "But Uncle Wang, what's with the blood on the ground?"
Wang Ji rolled his eyes, "What? Are you questioning my diagnosis? Why don't you come and take a look? "
When Niu Zhuangzhuang was silent, Qin Guihua's heart was filled with doubts, "That's right. If he just fainted from hunger, how do you explain the blood on the old man's body?"
At that moment, everyone lifted the old man. Niu Zhuangzhuang smiled and said, "This old man is really heavy."
Suddenly, someone said, "Brother Niu, look, there's a sword on the bamboo leaf. There's also a scabbard scattered on the side."
It was a three chi eight cun long sword with a pitch-black blade!
The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword!
This unconscious old man was Zhao Yun!
Zhao Yun really didn't die!
Niu Zhuangzhuang exclaimed, "It's true." He let Zhang Xiao Er support Zhao Yun and reached out to take the black sword.
Just as he was about to touch the sword hilt, a cold aura invaded Niu Zhuangzhuang's body. Niu Zhuangzhuang curled his body into a ball, but he couldn't stop trembling. He shouted, "It's so cold, so cold!"
A few strong men were surprised, "What's wrong, Brother Niu? Is there something wrong with this sword? It looks much worse than the iron swords in town that only sell for one tael of silver. "
Niu Zhuangzhuang felt cold all over. Even the tears that flowed out were like ice water. He could only cry out in pain. How could he have the time to talk to the others?
Qin Guihua frowned and asked with concern, "Brother Niu, are you very cold?"
"Clang!" The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword flashed with a golden light. It flew up for no reason and returned to the scabbard.
This time, everyone was scared out of their wits. They shouted, "Evil sword, evil sword!"
Wang Ji was stunned, "Look at the bloodstains on the ground and the mysterious sword. Is there really something wrong with this old man?"
Qin Guihua said, "What evil sword? Why don't you say it's an immortal sword?" She was originally afraid, but when she saw the group of men cowering, she didn't know why, but she felt disgusted. She blurted out the opposite.
Zhang Xiao Er threw Zhao Yun on the ground and muttered, "Brother Niu is frozen by the sword. Isn't this an evil sword? I think this old man is also an evil person. Let's not be a lamb trying to save a wolf, and ask for trouble. "
Xu Er Zhu said, "Is that so? If not, we should report it to the authorities and let them deal with it."
Qin Guihua said anxiously, "How can we do that? I don't think this old man is a bad person. If he is exposed to the cold wind, he will be dead before the authorities arrive. "
Niu Zhuangzhuang finally recovered from the cold. His teeth chattered as he said, "Guihua is right. This old man is like a dead man who can't move. Why should we be afraid of him? As for this sword, let it stay here. "
Everyone supported Zhao Yun to Niu Zhuangzhuang's house. According to Wang Ji's instructions, they first fed Zhao Yun a few mouthfuls of soup and a few mouthfuls of rice.
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