C11 Wu-huai's Severe Injury

For the next half month, Liu Qi's life was very regular. At such a young age, his persistence was really admirable. Everyday, he practiced the attacking and inner force control of the cold energy in the morning, increased his inner force in the afternoon, read books at night, meditated and recovered his inner force at night, and slept.

After half a month of cultivation, Liu Qi could clearly feel his strength increasing. From the dilapidated temple to the five hundred meter journey in the village, it only took a few dozens of jumps to get there, and it was no longer as embarrassing as it was before.

Moreover, when he accidentally had a child's temper attack, he discovered that he could actually pick a pine cone about two meters off the ground by controlling his inner force to jump with all his might. This was inconceivable for a child that was only ten years old.

The control of the frost power had been able to control the power and speed from all angles, attacking to a smaller rock in the distance. The frost on the rock also indicated the effect of the afternoon internal force growth. The Icy Mist was only a few steps away from leveling up, only about one fold more than before.

If the other Apprentice Martial Cultivator were to know of this abnormal growth speed, they would definitely cry bitterly and sigh at the benefits that their predecessors had gained from planting trees.

Along with the improvement of perception and Spirit Power, Liu Qi could faintly feel the air slowly flowing around his body. The moisture in the air seeped into his skin, though it was not obvious, but it was very important, and it laid a solid foundation for the liquid training of the Cold Ice Force in the future.

That day, Liu Qi helped his grandpa sweep the floor. Just as he was about to go back to his room to practice his ice attacks, he heard noises coming from outside the door that stopped him in his tracks.

Seven or eight burly men were pushing a carriage that was carrying wine as they shouted, "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! " He rushed through the door.

Liu Qi recognised those people, they were the guards from Zhen Family.

Liu Qi was puzzled in his heart: I should be very happy with the delivery in the past, but now I have to push a horse carriage and rampage around?

"Quick!" Quickly go and find Doctor Hong! " The leader shouted to the person behind him. The person behind him didn't even respond as he nodded his head and rushed out. His target was the only doctor in the village, Hong Hao.

Hearing the noise outside, the initially closed wooden building opened up and out came the old butler in his sixties — — Zhen Shan.

Those who saw this scene in the square quickly gathered around, including Liu Qi. Looking at the anxious looks on the big men's faces, everyone knew that something had happened.

Inside the cart, there was a middle-aged man who was covered in blood. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, and blood was still flowing out of his mouth. This middle-aged man was the leader of the guards, Wu Huai.

Everyone recognized Wu Huai, and those who were on good terms with Wu Huai were all nervously leaning on the side of the carriage, shouting Wu Huai's name. Little Liu Qi was at a loss as he looked at Wu Huai's miserable state. His face turned pale.

He was still young after all, and he had only seen blood from his wounds before. He had never seen such fatal wounds before, but fortunately, because of his martial arts practice, his mental fortitude was not too bad. He was so scared that he didn't cry on the spot.

The scene was extremely chaotic. Zhen Shan ran to the side of the horse carriage with small steps. He was a little out of breath when he was old. He was also shocked when he glanced at Wu Huai. Fortunately, as the butler of a large family, his mental fortitude was not bad. He immediately calmed down and said to the middle-aged woman beside him, "Go and ask for Old Master!"

The middle-aged woman accepted the order and left. Zhen Shan then continued to instruct, "Ma Xiang, the four of you should be more gentle. Push the carriage forward and bring Wu Huai to his residence."

Seeing the severely injured Wu Huai entering the room, the wife of Wu Huai, who was washing clothes, fainted. Luckily, one of the guards was quick enough to support her and let her sit on a chair. Wu Huai was only 8 years old, Xiao Wu was so scared that he couldn't make a sound. He looked at his father in a daze and took him out for another woman. Kids shouldn't let him touch these things.

Zhen Shan followed the crowd and entered the room. After Ma Xiang and the others carried Wu Huai onto the bed, they called Ma Xiang out. In front of him, he heard Ma Xiang telling someone to go look for Doctor Hong, so he didn't tell anyone else.

"Ma Xiang, what's going on? Didn't you deliver the goods? "How did Wu Huai become like this?" Zhen Shan looked at Ma Xiang and frowned.

"Old steward, the delivery went smoothly and the guests were very polite as well and rewarded us. But on the way back, we met a group of bandits about ten miles away from our village. As a result, we fought with them and each of our brothers died, and Big Brother Wu Huai fought with their leader, but that bandit leader was a warrior level 6 expert, and Big Brother Wu Huai, who was only a level 1 warrior, was already heavily injured by that bandit. Afterwards, some expert attacked us and we saw those bandits turn into ice sculptures, and we luckily escaped, giving Big Brother Wu Huai some treatment before we desperately rushed back with him. " Ma Xiang recounted what happened in one breath. He could no longer control the tears in his eyes and they started dripping down along with his sweat.

Zhen Shan couldn't help but feel sad after hearing Ma Xiang's words. The bandits had indeed spread havoc everywhere, robbing the passersby and occupying the mountain as their king. The mayor had also ordered them to be annihilated, but the bandits were cunning.

"Let's wait for Doctor Hong to arrive first …" Zhen Shan didn't have a better idea in this situation. As an ordinary person, this was all he could do.

While Zhen Shan and Ma Xiang were talking outside, the middle-aged woman and the Patriarch of Zhen Family, Zhen Zhuo, rushed over. Zhen Zhuo was a typical merchant in his forties with a large belly and a bald head.

Before Zhen Shan and Ma Xiang could greet the old master, the guard at the front gate that went out to call Doctor Hong ran in with a tall and thin old man with white hair. Although the old man was old, he ran even faster than the guard, obviously he was also a Martial Cultivator, holding his medicine case in his hands.

Doctor Hong ran in front of Zhen Zhuo and the other two. He didn't even bother to be polite and directly said, "Take me to see a patient. Quickly!"

"Ai!" Ma Xiang agreed and brought Doctor Hong into the room to see Wu Huai.

Outside the door, Zhen Shan recounted the whole matter to the old master. Zhen Zhuo also felt sorrowful and the two of them did not speak anymore. They stood quietly outside the door, waiting for the doctor's diagnosis.