C3 Linlo

After pouring down the torrential rain for half an hour, it finally came to a stop. The potholes in the temple were also filled with accumulated rainwater. After all, they had been abandoned for a long time.

After Liu Qi dragged the scholar into the run-down temple, he quickly found some hay and rags to make a simple bed on the floor where the rain couldn't leak out. Then he helped the scholar lie down on the bed.

However, he recalled that the village hunters often said that one should first disinfect and stop bleeding, use a hemostatic medicine, apply a wound medicine, and then bandage, otherwise the wound would become inflamed and festering, and so on.

However, he didn't have any medicine on him, so he couldn't just watch the scholar's wounds bleed. If he didn't get infected, he would bleed to death.

At this time, his valiant nature decided his actions once again. First, he would bandage his wound and tighten it a bit. Previously I fell down with a knee broken, this is how Grandpa Liu helped me temporarily bandage hemostasis.

Liu Qi was smart and took out the material on the spot. He took off his underwear and ripped it into strips. Luckily, the material used to make the clothes was only ordinary cotton.

The first thing he saw was his hand. His entire right hand was covered in blood as he found a piece of cloth that was relatively large. He didn't know how to bind it, so he wrapped it around his hand many times and tied it with another piece of cloth.

Luckily, Liu Qi often saw the hunters get injured and bleeding, so although the wounds were scary, they didn't scare him. Otherwise, a 10-year-old kid would have already seen the wounds and was helpless to do anything.

Just like this, Liu Qi bandaged up all the wounds on the scholar's body. Looking at the results of his treatment, Xiao Liu Qi also sat beside the scholar happily.

However, he knew that this was just a temporary method. After all, there was no sterilization, and the wound would worsen. When the storm stopped, he would go to the village and find a doctor to treat the scholar's wound.

Waiting was always annoying. After finally stopping when the rain came, Xiao Liu Qi was ready to go find a doctor.

"Uncle, just you wait. I'll go find a doctor for you right now." He did not care whether the scholar heard it or not. He treated it as a form of courtesy and habit, and spoke in a low voice to the scholar.

However, just as Liu Qi was about to turn around and leave, he heard a light sigh: "Sigh …"

"Who?" Little Liu Qi was shocked, there was usually no one in this broken temple... After all, he was a child, and was a little afraid of ghosts and gods.

"Me!" Liu Qi only saw the scholar's originally closed eyes open up as two beams of light shot out from his eyes. He felt as if the air had frozen for a moment.

"Child, it's me, don't be afraid! Wait a moment. " With a calm voice, the scholar spat out his words. Then, the originally unconscious and heavily injured scholar actually sat up, crossed his legs, and placed his palms on his knees. He sat there silently.

"Waa, uncle, you're awake …" Before Liu Qi could finish his sentence, he saw the scholar nimbly turn his body and sit down cross-legged. For a moment, he was stunned, "Isn't this a bit too fast …" Just a moment ago, it was as if I was about to die. "

He was not so naive as to believe that he had carelessly treated the scholar.

Since the scholar said so, Liu Qi didn't say anything else. However, a child's natural instinct was to be curious. He watched as the scholar sat there cross-legged and watched the white mist rise up before gradually enveloping the scholar.

He realized that this scholar was definitely not an ordinary person, only those Martial Cultivator who cultivate the mystical arts would emit mist from his body, and the scholar in front of him was precisely that kind of Martial Cultivator. Although he did not know how powerful the scholar was, meeting such an expert in this village that it was rare to see a high ranking Martial Cultivator, it made Liu Qi extremely excited.

"So cold!" As the white mist drifted away, it inevitably came into contact with Liu Qi, making him feel as if he was in an icehouse. Liu Qi was born and bred in the Northern Continent, so he was able to resist the cold much better than most children in the South.

In order to avoid the white fog that caused him to feel a chill, Liu Qi subconsciously moved 5 meters back to avoid the cold feeling. However, his eyes did not move away from the scholar's body.

The white fog lingered around the scholar's body for around half an incense's time. Liu Qi was completely unable to see the situation inside as if he was looking at a giant cocoon of cicadas.

Finally, the white mist began to converge back into the scholar's body, revealing the scholar who was still sitting cross-legged within.

What surprised Liu Qi was that the bandage had fallen on the simple bed beside the scholar's body. The multiple wounds no longer bled, and strangely, there were no scars, only some fresh pink flesh. The most seriously injured hand had also recovered its original long and fine detail.

This was the first time Liu Qi met this scholar today that he was surprised. He couldn't remember it at all. What happened to this scholar could only be described as a miracle for a teenage child.

As the white mist disappeared, the scholar's pale face regained its rosiness. He opened his eyes and looked at Liu Qi. "Child, thank you for saving me. What's your name?" Her voice was cold and calm.

"Oh, Uncle, my name is Liu Qi. "You don't need to thank me, I dragged you into this broken temple because I can't cure your illness. I can only wait until the rain stopped before I can find a doctor in the village to treat you, so I didn't really save you." Little Liu Qi didn't take the kindness of saving others into his body. Instead, he had the freedom of a child that transcended his age.

The sincere tone also made the eyes of the scholar, who was looking at Liu Qi, soften a lot. The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile.

"Child, my name is Lin Luo. Just call me Uncle Lin."

"Alright, Uncle Lin!" Little Liu Qi was very happy. Even though he felt that the Uncle Lin in front of him might be a very powerful Martial Cultivator, but in his child's subconscious, the miracle that Lin Luo had displayed was something that he longed for. To be able to form a good relationship with Lin Luo and call him uncle, in the future, he would beg his uncle to teach him martial arts and become a respectable Martial Cultivator, thus fulfilling his wish would be much easier.

Liu Qi silently calculated in his heart.