Longevity in the world of martial arts

Chapter 229 Ordinary Or Immortal?

Luotian City, literally understood, gives people a majestic feeling, but Luotian City is just an ordinary human city, and it looks inconspicuous in the entire Central Plains.

It is inconspicuous, and has the advantages of inconspicuousness. Luotian City is located in the northern frontier, and most of the year is in the season of winter and snow, and because there are no famous mountains and swamps within a radius of ten thousand miles, there are only a few monks and sects, so it is a rare place. This quiet place also allows mortals to avoid many troubles and live peacefully in Luotian City.

The cold wind was howling, the snow was torrential, and the entire Luotian City was covered by heavy snow, which made people look like they were covered in silver at first glance, giving people a sense of being spotless.

Although the snow scene is beautiful, Luotian City is a place of bitter cold. For ordinary people, they can burn a pot of knives in front of their own stove, get half a catty of sauced beef, and have a sip of strong wine with a few friends. It is already a great joy in life.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, and the snow on the ground was a foot high. If you want to move forward in this heavy snow, you have to spend a lot of effort.

Squeak!
Heavy footsteps stepped on the snow, making a sound like squeezing the snow. At the end of the street, a middle-aged strong man, with a simple face and wearing a thick leather jacket, was holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in his arms. The young children who are left and right are struggling to move forward in the heavy snow.

The child holds a bunch of sugar figurines in his hand, his cheeks are flushed from the cold, but in his father's arms, he doesn't feel cold, and even laughs cheerfully from time to time, which proves the child's innocence and yearning for beautiful things .

"Father, look quickly."

Suddenly, the child's smile was gone, and he let out an exclamation sound, and suddenly pointed to a roof eaves ahead, which also surprised the middle-aged man, and quickly looked towards the place the child was pointing at. Let the middle-aged man sigh.

A young man in white was sitting under the dilapidated eaves. His clothes were extremely thin, and he seemed to be completely frozen. His thin body was trembling unconsciously. A little ice slag, obviously it won't take long, if the young man in white is left here, he will freeze to death in this snowy and cold weather.

"Hey, another poor scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken. I don't know how many people have frozen to death in this heavy snowfall." The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly.

"Father, let's save this big brother." The child kept shaking his father's arm, and a trace of mist appeared in his eyes, which also proved the child's innocence, and the young man in white was frozen to death in the street by the heavy snow.

The middle-aged man frowned, and said in a slightly hesitant voice: "Han'er, our family's food surplus is running out. I don't know how long it will take for this heavy snowfall. If we bring this person home, I'm afraid... !"

The middle-aged man hesitated to speak here. Obviously, he is just an ordinary father. It is not easy to support a family of three. If this young man in white is brought home, not to mention that the young man in white needs medical treatment. One more person's ration made him feel a great burden.

"Daddy, didn't you tell Han'er that saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda? Now that we have seen it, how can we let this big brother freeze to death in this icy world?" The child's voice was immature, and he kept praying to his father .

Hearing the child's words, the middle-aged man frowned, and after a few breaths, he relaxed his brows, grinned and said: "Han'er is right, since I saw it, how can you and my father see that we are dead."

During the conversation between the father and son, the young man in white has already walked quickly, and the child fell from the arms of the father, and came to the young man in two or three steps.

"Big brother, you must not sleep. Daddy said that if a person falls asleep in an extremely cold environment, he will never wake up." The child kept shaking the young man's arm, and his immature voice was slightly soft. Appear anxious.

It's a pity that the body of the young man in white was already frozen, and he was in a coma. He didn't respond to the child's words at all. If it wasn't for the trembling of the young man's body from time to time, both father and son would think that the young man in front of him would have frozen to death in front of him. In the cold and snow.

"Little brother, this is my homemade spirits, take a sip to warm up your body, and I will take you home for treatment."

The middle-aged man took out a sheepskin wine bag from his waist, uncorked the bottle, and poured a large amount of spirits into the young man's mouth, causing the young man in white to cough violently, but his pale and bloodless face regained a little rosiness at this moment.

Putting the young man on his back, the middle-aged man carried the child into his arms again, braved the cold wind and snow, and quickly disappeared into the snowy street.

crunch.

The slightly mottled wooden door was pushed open, and the bitter cold wind rushed in. The middle-aged man quickly entered the house with the young man on his back, and then quickly closed the door, only then did he feel a little warmth.

"Mom, we're back."

With the sound of a child's voice, a young woman who looked like a young woman walked out of the wing room quickly. She was wearing a linen robe with no trace of makeup on her face. Although she was not a beautiful woman, she still looked like a jade.

"Brother Shan, he... who is he?" When seeing the young man on the husband's back, the young woman cried out in surprise.

"Mother, this big brother almost died of freezing outside. Daddy and I rescued him home. If you want to blame, blame Han'er." Knowing his family's situation, the child was afraid that his mother would be dissatisfied, so he hurried to ask his mother for help. I apologize.

"Silly Han'er, saving people is a good thing, why would mother blame you?"

The young woman smiled and caressed the child's bun, but her smile was a bit forced, it wasn't that she didn't want to help the young man in white, it was just that the family was already very poor, and with an extra mouth, it was hard to say whether she could survive this cold winter .

"Xue'er, I'm sorry, this little brother..."

The voice of the middle-aged man was a bit cramped, but before he finished speaking, the young woman quickly walked up to him and said softly: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How could Xue'er blame you?" , I will invite Wang Langzhong."

After saying this, the young woman put on a thick fur coat, opened the door and walked out of the house.

……

In the wing room, the firewood in the stove is burning blazingly, giving people the ultimate sense of warmth.

A young man in white was lying on the bed. An old man in his sixties with gray hair and beard was sitting on the edge of the bed feeling the young man's pulse. The family of three stood aside and looked at the old man nervously, wondering if the young man was still saved.

"The pulse condition is messy, and the cold air has already entered the body. The old man first prescribed a prescription. According to this prescription, you go to the nearby pharmacy to get the medicine, boil three bowls of water into one bowl, and take it for him every morning and evening. After seven days in a row If he can wake up, he will recover his life." Wang Langzhong wrote down a prescription, handed it to the middle-aged man, got up and was about to leave.

(End of this chapter)