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Standing in front of Shui'er, Xiaodouzi said, "I won't let you bully her."

Looking at the figure in front of him, Shui'er suddenly felt that he was extremely tall, as if as long as he was in front of him, it meant absolute safety, and he quickly calmed down.

At this moment, Yuan Futu supported the old patriarch and said: "Your injury is too serious, you won't last long."

The old patriarch knocked violently, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he waved his hand, leaned on a cane and walked in front of the crowd, shouting hoarsely: "Get out of here, get out of here!"

It took a long time for the ruffian young man to struggle to get up. The broken bones made him miserable, and he fled in panic with his crippled leg, shouting as he ran, "Wait for me, old man!" You must be killed!"

The three strong men with shattered sternums also fled the Qinghe tribe in horror.

When the figures of those guys could no longer be seen, the old patriarch's body softened and fell to the ground again, obviously unable to hold on.

"Master Patriarch." Shui'er burst into tears. She had no father or mother since she was a child. She grew up in the Qinghe tribe eating a hundred kinds of food and wearing a hundred kinds of clothes. For her, the most important person It was the old patriarch who adopted her back then.

At this moment, Shi San had made all the villagers hide, but when he came back here, he found such a miserable state, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with the patriarch?"

Yuan Futu raised his eyebrows, as if he had expected such a situation, he said calmly to Xiaodouzi: "Help him back to the room first, and get a bowl of hot water."

Without saying a word, Xiaodouzi easily lifted the old patriarch and rushed back to the wooden house.

Shui'er stood beside the bed, pear blossoms were crying with rain, and her body was shaking like chaff. She knew that Yuan Futu was a practitioner from the imperial court, so she knelt down suddenly and begged: "Please, save the old patriarch. , please, no matter what you ask Shui'er to do."

Xiaodouzi sighed lightly, and said, "Don't worry, Big Brother Futu won't die."

If a practitioner is injured like this, he must be hopeless, but as a mortal, even a patient ten times more severe than this can be brought back to life. Yuan Futu took out a "Lingfei Pill" from his bosom, this kind of pill The medicine is mainly used to repair the physical body, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, but it has no effect on Yuanshenhai, so the grade can only reach the second level.

Yuan Futu crushed the pill, put it into hot water, and immediately turned it into a bowl of thick black soup, and poured it into the belly of the old patriarch.

After the old patriarch swallowed it, his cough stopped immediately, and his disastrous look recovered a bit.

"After drinking this medicine, as long as you rest for a few days, you will be fine."

It is an extremely extravagant thing to use the elixir of the imperial court to heal the mortal body. After all, even a second-grade elixir is priceless in the mortal world, and no amount of money can buy it.

The old patriarch didn't know how many blessings he had cultivated in his lifetime to get such a pill.

Shui'er saw that the patriarch's complexion was getting better, his breath turned from empty to full, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly, so he relaxed, bowed to Yuan Futu again and again, and said: "Thank you, sir."

Yuan Futu asked: "Who made the trouble just now?"

Shi San interjected: "They are members of the Black Dragon Tribe. About a year ago, they said that the place where we have lived for thousands of years is now under their jurisdiction. They have to pay 500 taels of tax every month. The old patriarch has a strong personality and died. I don't want to spend a penny from the villagers, but I am afraid that they will be too many, so I first took out all my savings, and then sold a lot of fur goods in the city. Until a few months ago, there was nothing to hand over. , was wounded by the ruffian who took the lead."

"Black Dragon Tribe?" Yuan Futu just heard what that guy said, three innate martial saints, ten martial saints, no matter how powerful this size is, they are not as powerful as a practitioner, so they didn't have the slightest fear.

Shui'er said: "This tribe was established only a few decades ago. I heard that the chief of the tribe is a horse thief, so many robbers and bandits were housed in it. Taking advantage of the large number of people, they oppressed the nearby tribes and plundered money. It's bad."

Xiaodouzi smiled and said, "Don't worry, as long as you have the courage to come again, I can still beat them away."

Shui'er looked at Xiaodouzi's sunny smiling face, but lowered her head shyly, and murmured, "Thank you, sir."

"You don't need to call me Xiaodouzi." Xiaodouzi laughed and scratched his head foolishly.

Shi San clasped his hands and said, "I'm Shi San, a resident of the Qinghe Tribe. He usually helps the patriarch to deal with some matters. Everyone will honor me and call me a sub-clan. I don't know the nobleman's name?"

"Yuan Futu."

Seeing that the old patriarch would not wake up for a while, Yuan Futu said: "I don't know if there is a room here, we want to spend the night here and come to see the old patriarch tomorrow."

"Yes, there are many houses. I will ask Shui'er to make something for you later. Although it is crude, it is much better than the city restaurant. I hope the two nobles will not dislike you." Shi San is a very shrewd person. The words were well-spoken, so he took the two of them to an old wooden house not far away.

Shui'er went to arrange the dishes, Shi San chatted for a while and left.

Yuan Futu sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, looked at Xiaodouzi with great interest, and said with a smile: "What a boy, you will actually fight before me."

Xiaodouzi knew that he was talking about drawing swords to help, and said seriously: "I just don't want to see Miss Shui'er being ruined by those wicked people, not at all."

Yuan Futu nodded and said: "You have a pure heart, and I brought you out this time because I want you to see the outside world, otherwise your mind will always be blank."

Xiaodouzi seemed a little puzzled, "Blank space is also good, as long as you are a simple person."

"Yeah, simplicity is fine, but I'm afraid this world won't tolerate your simplicity, but no matter what, you have to distinguish right from wrong. I'm afraid you've been in the Sutra Pavilion for too long and don't understand the world, but Judging by your performance today, I think I was too worried."

Xiaodouzi smiled honestly, and asked again: "Brother Futu, why don't we go to the mine to check it out first?"

"Don't worry, the vein must exist. The first thing to solve is the old patriarch. I hope we can help him this time, so that his opinion can be changed."