Halfway through the carriage, a guard suddenly jumped out of the carriage. The coachman hurriedly pulled the reins and rowed several feet away before stopping suddenly, leaving a long scratch on the bluestone.

The guard caught up and said to the two people on the carriage: "Master Li, eldest brother, I will report to the county master and ask him to send troops to protect you."

The guard on the carriage said: "Go back quickly. I will protect Mr. Li first."

The guard nodded, ran to the corner and disappeared. The groom pulled the reins and set off again.

Carriages galloped through the streets at night, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard clearly.

Compared with the nervousness of the guards and grooms, Li Xianyuan looked much calmer. Only a pair of eyes glanced left and right, and the pen held in his right hand stayed in the air.

The guard was surprised when he saw it: "Master Li, what are you doing with that pen?"

"Writing poetry."

"Writing poetry?"

The guard was stunned for a moment. He could only sigh that he was indeed the head of the case. He was able to remain calm despite being assassinated and still write poems with interest.

Naturally, he didn't expect that Li Xianyuan was preparing poems to fight against his enemies.

The aura of awe-inspiring people is useless, and they have not learned how to fight with each other. A few ordinary guards cannot stop the cultivators. After thinking about it, the only thing that can protect oneself is the vision conjured when writing poetry.

Based on Li Xianyuan's understanding of Wu Yi, she would never kill him instantly or make a sneak attack, but would play with him for a while like a cat and a mouse. This is the only thing that this girl with a changeable temperament will not change.

This will also be his turning point.

Life is at stake, and there is no need to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger. The poems prepared by Li Xianyuan are naturally as shocking as they come.

Fortunately, until the carriage stopped suddenly in front of the hospital, leaving traces of the usual traces, Wu Yi never showed up, seeming to be troubled by trouble.

The guard jumped off his horse and banged on the door of the medical center.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

Doors were banged and banged constantly, and the empty streets looked quiet under the moonlight, as if there were malicious eyes hiding in the darkness, looking at this place with ill intentions.

After ten breaths, an old voice came from inside the door: "Who is it, disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night?"

Hearing someone coming out, the guard smashed the door harder. The dust shook off and he almost knocked it apart: "My young master has been stabbed by an assassin. Open the door quickly and get treatment!"

"Come on, come on. Stop knocking, my ears will be deafened." The old voice complained, and there was a sparse sound, and footsteps walked in.

Crunch——

The door was opened a crack, and the guard pushed it open, supported Li Xianyuan and walked into the hospital.

"Oh, why are you trying so hard to break in?" I saw an old man with a gray beard wearing a white undershirt staggering back a few steps and shouting.

The guard helped Li Xianyuan sit down and said urgently: "Mr. Sir, my young master is seriously injured and cannot be delayed. Please treat him quickly!"

The old man saw Li Xianyuan's entire sleeve that was almost soaked with blood. He sighed, walked tremblingly to the table and picked up a clean cloth.

"Master Hou...what should I do?" The groom stuck his head out of the door.

The guard shouted: "You wait outside first, and if anything happens, just shout!"

The old man said hurriedly: "This strong man, please keep your voice down, my wife is still resting behind you."

The guard nodded hurriedly: "Please treat my young master quickly.

"But..." the old man held up the cloth but refused to act: "I am old and my eyes are dim. I can't see anything in the dark... Besides, I didn't pay attention to this injury."

The hospital was only lit with oil lamps, and the flames were flickering and about to go out, making it very dark.

"Aren't you a doctor? Why don't doctors know how to treat illnesses?"

The old man looked embarrassed and defended: "Does the doctor know how to treat all kinds of diseases? I usually treat minor illnesses such as headaches, brain fever, bruises and coughs in the neighborhood. If you ask me to treat sword wounds, I have never tried it. ah."

Li Xianyuan interrupted the two of them: "Brother, guard, lend me your sword."

The guard was stunned, and respectfully handed over the steel knife with both hands.

Li Xianyuan took the handle of the knife and pointed the tip at himself. The guard screamed and scratched near the wound.

Throwing the steel knife back to the guard, Li Xianyuan grabbed it, cut open the fabric, and tore it hard - the entire sleeve was torn off.

The material of Tongsheng's robe is of good quality, but it is not invulnerable to fire and water and cannot be damaged by a knife. It is possible to make a scholar's robe of higher quality.

Li Xianyuan's arms were covered with blood and stains like veins, and there was a deep wound on his shoulder. Blood gushed out when he pressed it.

The tip of the sword was sharp and the blood couldn't be stopped. Fortunately, there was no poison on the sword, otherwise Li Xianyuan's body would have been cold for a long time.

"Qingshui." Li Xianyuan said.

The old doctor hurriedly went to get the water jug, while the guard held a steel knife in front of Li Xianyuan to protect him.

The old doctor brought some water, and Li Xianyuan got water to clean the wound. He then wrapped the shoulder with clean cloth strips and squeezed to stop the bleeding. This was just a small medical clinic, and there was no medicine for wounds.

"Who!"

Suddenly, the guard shouted sharply.

Li Xianyuan's black eyes condensed, and the aura of luck was written in the air, while he read loudly.

"Ten years of hard work..."

"Wait a minute! Mr. Official, he is my son, not a gangster, not a gangster." The old doctor interrupted in a panic.

I saw a child between four and five years old hiding behind the wall, cautiously looking over here. The old doctor stood in front of him and begged for mercy.

"Your son?"

The guard looked at the old doctor with suspicion in his eyes.

The old doctor laughed dryly: "This old man always gets a son, it's just a baby lump like this... Lord official, please put down the knife quickly, don't scare him."

"Put it down, you're just a child." Li Xianyuan also said, dissipating his awe-inspiring aura and writing.

This is not Journey to the West, and the girl is not a monster. She will not play the role of a white-bone spirit. And presumably, she is only in the foundation stage of cultivation, and she cannot learn the art of transformation even if she wants to.

With a false alarm, Li Xianyuan looked away and looked at the medical center. The medical center was not big, with bottles and cans placed in the corner, and a row of medicine boxes behind the cabinet. The smell of Chinese herbal medicine was mixed with it.

"Brother guard, what's your name?" Li Xianyuan asked the guard who had a nervous expression on his face.

The guards looked around, fearing that the bad guys would attack. The old doctor was hiding in a corner with his young son in his arms. The victim, Li Xianyuan, looked around with a calm expression. The contrast was so sharp that even the tense atmosphere in the medical center dissipated a lot.

The guard said respectfully: "My name is Song Shan, and the man just now is my younger brother named Song Shi. Mr. Li, just call us Ashan and Ashi."

"Brother Shan, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Master Li, you're welcome." The guard didn't look back, but his voice was slightly excited.

Not long after, the noise of horse hooves suddenly came from outside. Immediately afterwards, the groom rushed in from outside, pointed at the door and shouted nervously: "Father, father, father, father, a large group of official servants are coming outside!"

The captain of the guard breathed a sigh of relief and said to Li Xianyuan with a happy face: "Master Li, the magistrate has sent someone here."

The sound of horse hooves kept getting closer and louder.

Li Xianyuan stood and walked out of the door under the protection of the guards. He saw a row of fire dragons approaching in the distance from the street, led by a dozen horses galloping. In the blink of an eye, they were approaching and they all dismounted.
Chapter completed!