Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1082 1073. Blood Spray
"Why do you put everything in your mouth, kid?" Yin Hao scolded.

He saw it, but it was too late.

"This is medicine, not something else, how can you take it carelessly!"

Taoist Cheng also cursed.

While cursing, he stretched out his hand to his apprentice's mouth and told him to spit it out quickly.

As a result, Taoist Cheng had just stretched out his hand and hadn't finished speaking.

I received a red...

Bo Zhihong was bleeding from his nose.

Two streams of blood spurted out from his nostrils, and blood flowed out like a faucet.

Taoist Cheng hurriedly took it with one hand and covered it with the other.

Yin Hao was also panicking and hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Shi, come quickly, help!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Shi turned his head and looked.

Bo Zhihong's face was flushed and his eyes were wide open.

There were bloodshot eyes and his eyes were dull and swaying.

This is the surge of qi and blood.

Mr. Shi understood what was going on at that time, but he was also shocked.

He said quickly: "This thing is like ginseng, a tonic. How can a young man like you who is full of vigor and vitality eat it carelessly?"

"Quick, quick, look up at the sky, who has ice water, calm him down first."

Then he hurriedly found a large leaf from the ground, rolled it into a small bowl, and put it under Bo Zhihong's nose.

"Don't waste this blood."

In a moment, he took half a bowl.

The others didn't care what Mr. Shi was doing and just focused on their own things.

Oops, why did I forget to bring water when I came up?

"Over there!" Luo Yihang pointed, "There's a water hole over there."

"As long as there is water," Mr. Shi shouted.

Everyone surrounded Bo Zhihong and ran over.

Mr. Shi also quickly put down the bowl of leaves and followed closely.

Luo Yihang led the way, and after just a few dozen meters, there was indeed a small water hole.

The water seeps out from the mountain wall, trickling out drop by drop.

Over the years, a small puddle has been formed under the cliff, but it is only the size of a washbasin.

When the water was full, it flowed out along the edge of the pit, forming a palm-wide stream that flowed down the mountain.

Mr. Shi took two quick steps forward and touched it.

The water in the mountains is clear and feels quite cool to the touch.

He waved his hand.

Yin Hao pulled Bo Zhihong to the water's edge and asked him to squat down, but he didn't respond and was confused.

Without caring about anything else, Yin Hao simply swept his leg and knocked Bo Zhihong down, making him lie prone by the water.

He reached out and splashed the water on his face.

Mr. Shi squatted opposite and watched with a frown.

I splashed it a few times but saw no effect.

Mr. Shi shouted again: "Put your head in the water."

Yin Hao is really obedient. If he doesn't listen to the doctor, who else should he listen to?

He simply reached out and pushed Bo Zhihong's head into the puddle, like soaking a watermelon.

Bo Zhihong choked on his saliva and started snoring.

Yin Hao didn't care and just rubbed it for a while.

After rubbing it for a while, I lifted it up to let him take a breath and then pressed it down again.

This was repeated four or five times, and Bo Zhihong was soaked all over.

Hey, the blush on her face finally went down, and she started to struggle.

There was a lot of splashing and water was splashing everywhere.

Mr. Shi took two steps back to avoid the splashing water.

"That's enough." He waved his hand, asking Yin Hao to let go.

Yin Hao just let go.

Bo Zhihong jumped up.

Looking around, nothing happened.

Taoist Cheng raised his hand and slapped Bo Zhihong on the back of his head. It was a crisp sound.

It must be very powerful.

Taoist Master Cheng was really angry and started to curse: "You put everything in your mouth. Do you need a mouth?"

Bo Zhihong is still confused.

Lower your head immediately and stand straight.

It seems like he's been scolded so many times that it's become a conditioned reflex.

Mr. Shi quickly stopped him and said, "Wait, let me take a look first."

After saying that, he walked over, raised his hand and lifted Bo Zhihong's chin to look left and right.

The man woke up and his complexion returned to normal, but there was still some bloodshot in his eyes. Although his nose was still bleeding, it was dripping from the faucet bit by bit.

Mr. Shi nodded, took out two tissues, rolled them up and stuffed them into his nostrils.

Let him look up at the sky.

Then he stepped aside and waved his hand, "Okay, go on."

Bo Zhihong was confused, why did he come?

Nonsense, naughty kids won’t learn their lesson unless they are scolded, they dare to put anything in their mouths.

Subsequently.

Taoist Cheng and Yin Hao pointed at Bo Zhihong.

It was like a raging storm, full of foul language and Hubei dialect, it was a curse.

They threw it at Bo Zhihong's head as if it were free.

He scolded Bo Zhihong like he was his grandson.

Bo Zhihong did not dare to retort. He just held his head high and listened attentively. It was just that his posture was a bit awkward. He was also panting with his mouth open, as if he was not convinced.

Yin Hao cursed a few times and felt really awkward.

He stopped cursing and stepped aside. After all, his master was there. He was not the main output, so he couldn't curse much. He just kept repeating the same few words over and over again.

Taoist Master Cheng was still angry.

The deeper the love, the more severe the criticism.

"Bringing you out this time is a sin. You've always been a worry to me. You're a grown-up now, and you'll be twenty next year. Why are you still acting like a child?"

I heard Master Cheng curse like this.

Luo Yihang was stunned, "Ah, Junior Brother Bo is not even twenty yet?"

No, judging from his face, Luo Yihang thought he was at least 25 or 26, or at least 23 or 24.

Yin Hao heard Luo Yihang muttering, smiled bitterly, and said: "Junior brother looks... a little old. He is actually only nineteen and will turn twenty next year."

Luo Yihang turned his head and smiled, which was giving face and not saying that he was in a hurry to grow up.

This is too anxious.

It turns out she's less than twenty.

No wonder he is so immature and a bit childish.

I thought he had been in Wudang Mountain for too long and had not interacted with people, so his mind was not familiar with them.

Feelings are still a little kid.

It's just like when the three little Ronaldins first arrived, what a naughty kid...
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Taoist Master Cheng cursed for a while and then got tired.

Mr. Shi walked over, asked Bo Zhihong to lower his head, took out the paper ball stuffed in his nostrils, and saw that the bleeding had stopped.

When I opened my eyelids again, the red threads were also fading away.

He lifted up his wrist again, placed three fingers on it, and took his pulse.

"Okay, it's okay." Mr. Shi said to Taoist Cheng.

Master Cheng calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Shi patted Bo Zhihong's chest again, bang bang.

"You little brat, you have a really strong physique, with abundant energy and blood. You lose so much blood just by eating a leaf. You should eat something good to replenish yourself later." Old Shi was really envious when he spoke.

Alas, I’m old and can’t make up for it even if I want to.

It’s still good to be young, with more blood. After bleeding so much, he looked fine after the bleeding stopped, and his face didn’t change at all. I envy him so much.

When Bo Zhihong heard about having something delicious to eat, he immediately forgot about being scolded and was quite happy. "I have to eat something delicious. I didn't even have enough food at the hotel at noon. I only had three boxes..."

After hearing this, Master Cheng was furious again. He raised his leg and kicked his little disciple, "Eat, you only know how to eat, you are a starving ghost reincarnated!"

Bo Zhihong's lower body was well trained. After being kicked, he staggered, then stood still, shrinking his neck and acting like a quail.

He kept his mouth shut until he got back to the woods.

I saw a small bowl of leaves under the Panax notoginseng plant, with half a bowl of blood in it.

"Hey, that's my blood..."

(End of this chapter)