The Sword Dynasty - 343. Chapter 342

Sympathy and compassion are emotions that normal people will have. However, long journeys are full of difficulties and dangers. Even some practitioners will always pay attention to their physical strength and spirit.

Seeing Zhang Yi stepping forward to take care of the old man, most people in the caravan did not feel admiration or shame, but showed disapproval or slightly ironic expressions.

Because every one of them could see that this old man was not just heatstroke or eating unclean food that caused such vomiting, but that the old man’s bones were originally too weak.

The body is too weak, and this situation will happen repeatedly in the following long journeys, and it may even be on the way to the death of the guest.

As long as you start to take care of it right now, then naturally it will not be possible to let it go in the future. Taking care of this old man will all become his own business.

The most important thing is that this old man has a very strange temper. It is very likely that he was a soldier of the Yan Dynasty who was captured and detained during the battle against Daqin and forced to do hard labor for many years. He spoke to the caravan. People in China are extremely disrespectful, and often rely on the old to sell the old, very unpleasant.

Zhang Yi didn’t have any extra thoughts. There was an old man who was unwell and needed to be taken care of. He naturally had to stretch out his hand to help if he could. This was as simple as eating when he was hungry and drinking water when he was thirsty.

He did not show any unpleasant color on his face because of the unpleasant smell, and wiped off the vomit contaminated on the old man’s chest very carefully.

After drinking a few sips of warm water, this old man wearing a gray robe with a withered face and withered hair seemed to have some dead grass on his head at any time, and finally was able to breathe normally and panted. However, the water churned in his abdomen and between his chest. But it was another period of boredom, even though Zhang Yi was helping him wipe, he vomited again and again.

Based on Zhang Yi’s cultivation base at this time, even if the old man is a practitioner of the same level as him, he stabbed a sword at this time, even if the two are so close, he is enough to react in time, but he is holding up. He was holding the old man’s back, because he was afraid that the action would be too violent and the old man would fall from his horse, so he just closed his hand and turned his body slightly to the side, so that his sleeves and one side of his body robe were splashed. Reduce the vomit of the elderly.

Even so, Zhang Yi didn’t feel any disgust in her heart.

However, what he didn’t expect was that the old man became angry, looked at the water sac in his hand, and said angrily with an accent that clearly carried Yandi: “I am so sad in my belly, you still feed me drink water, Do you think I am not vomiting hard enough!”

Hearing the anger of this old man, the people in the caravan who had been evasive before frowned, thinking that this old man really didn’t know what was going on.

Zhang Yi was also startled, but there was no anger. Instead, he bowed slightly to apologize, and explained softly: “It is too much to vomit, and it is easy to lose water. In this sultry heat, it is easier for the body to bear it.”

The old man retched several times again, and the sounds in his abdomen and in his throat made the people around who were silent and looking down on the road feel a little uncomfortable. However, the old man sneered again and said in unclear words: “In this case, I should find me herbal water or light salt water, why is it just this kind of water that is not cold or hot!”

The old man’s tone made many people around him angry. However, Zhang Yi did not have any anger. He was startled and said, “Mister is right.”

“I’ll clean it for you first, and then I will wash the salt water for you.”

He said this again apologetically, and then helped the old man wipe his robe and the saddle under him.

Seeing Zhang Yi’s respectful attitude, the old man’s face was a little stiff, but his physical discomfort made him feel unhappy. An obscure and ambiguous sound came from his throat, and he turned his head heavily without looking at Zhang Yi. .

The people of Qin, especially those in Guanzhong and Changling, eat soft but not hard, and have little tolerance for people who can’t understand. Seeing this old man’s reaction, Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the caravan, is a four-year-old man. More than ten years old, he is sturdy and has very short hair. The man with an obvious scar on his left cheek suddenly narrowed his eyes and sneered, and said, “It doesn’t matter whether it is good or bad, why bother with him? In the past few decades, have we Qin killed fewer Yan people?”

Hearing this, the old man, whose eyesight were slightly heavy because of his weakness, suddenly became angry again, and said sharply: “You have received my money. Are you Qin people who are untrustworthy?”

Luo Zhongjing looked directly at the old man and sneered: “I need to return the money to you now, and leave you here?”

The old man turned pale and was speechless for a while.

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly at Luo Zhongjing, and said softly, “After all, the old man is respected.”

Luo Zhongjing sneered: “I think it’s because of the old and disrespectful.”

Zhang Yi opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but the leader of the caravan turned his head very simply, and said with a cold voice: “I’m just waiting to meet each other, and sir is not very human. I wait for natural respect, and also want to rely on it. The strength of the husband is just that this person used to insult me in Daqin’s words, and now it is no good or bad. It is really hard for me to wait. If the husband thinks that he is old and wants to take care of him all the way, then everything about him will be the same. We have nothing to do.”

Zhang Yi felt bitter. Seeing the old man’s paler face, he couldn’t bear it. He just hesitated and nodded.

Luo Zhongjing’s expression also no longer changes significantly, but intentionally or unintentionally, the distance between him and the rest of the caravan and this old man has been further widened.

Seeing that he was naturally separated by the rest of the caravan, the stinging arrogance of the old man from Yandi disappeared a lot, and he appeared even more wilted, but as his eyes flowed, he looked at Zhang Yi, who was always by his side, with pupils. Li is always indifferent and unhappy.

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The twilight gradually darkened, and the line of sight was gradually blocked. Under the leadership of the experienced caravan leader, the caravan camped on a gentle slope and buried the stove to cook.

Knowing that everyone in the caravan had already rejected this old man in their hearts, Zhang Yi set up a tent a few meters away from the outermost tent of the caravan, and took some herbs to repel mosquitoes around and spread them outside the tent.

Seeing Zhang Yi taking care of the old man in Yandi so carefully, most people in the caravan could not understand. However, based on the awe of a practitioner himself, after the meal was cooked, someone still brought two copies to Zhang Yi’s camp. Before.

The food on the caravan’s journey is naturally very simple. The staple food is just boiled dried sweet potatoes, while the veggies are meat soup made from dried meat crumbs and wild vegetables on the way.

“I want to drink minced meat soup, not potato soup.”

Looking at the food delivered in front of him, the old man from Yandi, who had been resting for a long time, showed a domineering and unreasonable side again. He directly pulled a food box containing minced meat soup and poured another part of minced meat soup into it. In the food container in his hand, he drank himself.

Zhang Yi frowned slightly for the first time, but he was not angry, but worried: “Your spleen and stomach are very weak, so you can only eat less for recuperation. This way of eating meat is not good.”

The old man from Yandi didn’t seem to hear Zhang Yi’s words at all. After drunk all the meat soup in his food box, he turned around and said coldly, “You are from Qin, I am from Yan, why do you want Help me this way? Who knows what your peace is… But no matter what you think, I advise you to rest in peace. I don’t even have any extra money on my body. I just want to die and die in my homeland, so I follow you. Qin People’s caravan suffer.”

“Mr. I might have misunderstood.” Zhang Yi looked at the old man with indifferent eyes, and said sincerely: “It’s just a duty to respect and respect the old.”

“There is no free feast in the world.”

The old man sneered and said: “Since you say that respecting the elderly is your duty, I am very sick now. I want hot water to take a bath. I think they are a little afraid of you. It’s a rare practitioner. It’s not impossible to get some hot water for me to take a bath. You should also understand that, given my physical condition, I’m afraid I’ll get poisonous sores if I don’t take a bath with hot water. Death on the way is inevitable. ”

Zhang Yi glanced at the old man, not angry, but felt that what the old man said was indeed the truth.

He glanced around, then nodded, and said, “So please wait, sir.”

“What is he going to do?”

The man in the caravan looked at Zhang Yi, who was getting busy.

They saw Zhang Yi borrowed the iron pot for boiling soup in the caravan and started to boil water, then walked to a hard rock on the slope and started to move his sword.

As the sword light flashed, large blocks of rocks flew up.

After the water in the iron pot boiled, Zhang Yi poured filtered cold water into the dug stone pit, and then poured hot water.

After the water temperature was just right, he walked towards the old man.

At this time, all the people in the caravan finally reacted. After spending so much effort, they even used the precious true essence for the practitioner to serve the old man in the bath.

“Is there something wrong with his brain?”

Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the caravan, couldn’t help but cursed in a deep voice.