Halfway through the carriage, a guard suddenly jumped off the carriage. The groom hurriedly pulled the reins and took them several feet away before stopping quickly. A long scratch was left on the bluestone surface.

The guard rushed over and said to the two people in the carriage: "Mr. Li, brother. I will report to the county magistrate. Let him send troops to protect."

The guards on the carriage said, "Go and 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.

The carriage was running away from the night, and the sound of horse hooves was crisp.

Compared with the nervousness of the guard and the groom, Li Xianyuan looked much calmer. She only glanced left and right, holding a pen in her right hand and stayed in the air.

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

"Writing poetry."

"Writing a poem?"

The guard was stunned. He could only sigh that he was worthy of being the head of the Li case. He was assassinated and was still in danger and was interested in writing poems.

He naturally couldn't imagine that Li Xianyuan was brewing poems to fight the enemy.

The noble aura is useless, and he has not learned the verbal sword. Several ordinary guards can't stop the cultivator. After thinking about it, the only thing that can protect himself is the vision called when writing poems.

According to Li Xianyuan's understanding of Wu Yi, she would never kill herself in an instant or attack her, but would play with her for a while like a cat and a mouse. This girl with a changeable temperament will not change this point.

This will also be his turnaround.

Life is at stake, and I don’t care about pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. The poems brewed by Li Xianyuan are naturally shocking and shocking.

Fortunately, the carriage suddenly stopped in front of the clinic and common traces were drawn. Wu Yi had never appeared, as if she was tangled by trouble.

The guard jumped off his horse and went to smash the clinic gate.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

The door was pounding and smashing, and the empty streets seemed quiet under the moonlight, as if they had resentful eyes hiding in the darkness, looking at this place with bad intentions.

An old shout came from the dozens of breath gates: "Who is it disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night."

When he heard someone coming out, the guard smashed the door harder, and the dust fell, and he almost knocked apart: "My young man was stabbed by an assassin. Open the door quickly and treat him!"

"Here you come. Stop knocking, I'm going to be deaf in my ears." Cang's voice complained, and a sparse sound, and his footsteps walked in.

Crunch-

The door was opened and the guard pushed it open and helped Li Xianyuan walk into the clinic.

"Ah, why are you forcing yourself?" I saw an old man wearing a white underwear staggering back a few steps and shouting.

The guard helped Li Xianyuan sit down and said anxiously: "Doctor, my young master is seriously injured and cannot be delayed. You should treat him quickly!"

The old man saw Li Xianyuan's entire sleeve that was almost penetrated by blood, sighed, walked to the table and picked up the clean cloth strip.

"Marty...what should I do?" The groom poked his head out of the door.

The guard shouted: "You wait outside first, and yell if there is any situation!"

The old man hurriedly said, "This strong man is whispering, my inner man is still resting behind him."

The guard nodded quickly: "Hurry up and treat my son.

"But..." The old man held up the cloth strip and just refused to act: "The old man's eyes were dizzy, and he couldn't see anything in the dark... Besides, I didn't pay attention to this injury."

The clinic only lit the oil lamp, and the flames were about to go out, and it was very dim.

"Aren't you a doctor? Why can't the doctor treat the disease?"

The old man looked embarrassed and defended: "Does the doctor treat any disease? I usually treat some minor diseases such as headache, fever, swelling and coughing for neighbors. If you ask me to treat sword injuries, I have never tried it."

Li Xianyuan interrupted the two of them: "Brother Guard, lend me your waist knife."

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

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

The steel knife was thrown back to the guard, and Li Xianyuan pulled the cloth and tore it hard - the entire sleeve was pulled off.

The material of Tongsheng's robe is good, but it has not reached the point where the water and fire are not damaged without damaging the knife. It is possible to go up the scholar's robe.

Li Xianyuan's arms were covered with blood stains like blue veins, and a deep wound on his shoulders was gushing out as soon as he pressed them.

The sword tip was sharp and the blood could not be stopped. Fortunately, the sword was not fed to poison, otherwise Li Xianyuan's body would have been cold for a long time.

"Qingshui." Li Xianyuan said.

The old doctor hurried to get the water jar, while the guards held a steel knife in front of Li Xianyuan.

The old doctor brought clean water, and Li Xianyuan took water to clean the wound. He then wrapped his shoulders around with clean cloth strips, squeezed them to stop bleeding. This was just a small clinic, and there was not even a golden sore medicine.

"Who!"

Suddenly, the guard suddenly shouted loudly.

Li Xianyuan's black eyes condensed, and his luck was written in the air, while chanting aloud.

"Ten years of hard work..."

"Let's go! The official officer is my son, not a bad person, not a bad person." The old doctor inserted his panic voice in.

I saw a 14 or 5-year-old child hiding behind the wall and carefully visiting here. The old doctor stood in front of him and begged for mercy.

"Your son?"

The guard looked at the old doctor and looked suspicious.

The old doctor laughed dryly: "I am so old that I am just a treasure... The official squad put down the knife quickly, don't scare him."

"Let it go, it's just a child." Li Xianyuan also said, dissipating his mighty aura and writing.

This is not Journey to the West, and the girl is not a monster. She won’t play with the Bone Demon. And she thinks she has the foundation-building stage and can’t learn the art of change even if she wants to.

A false alarm was heard, Li Xianyuan looked away at the clinic. The clinic was not big, with bottles and jars in the corner, and behind the cabinet was a row of medicine boxes, with the smell of Chinese herbal medicines mixed.

"Brother Guard, what's your name?" Li Xianyuan asked the guard with nervousness on his face.

The guard looked around, for fear that the evil people would attack. The old doctor hid in the corner with his young son in his arms. The victim Li Xianyuan looked around and looked around with a clear contrast. Even the tense atmosphere in the clinic dissipated a lot.

The guard said respectfully: "My name is Songshan. The man just now was my younger brother's name is Songshi. Just Master Li just called us two Ashan Ashi."

"Brother Shan, I'm sorry for you."

"Young Master Li, please be polite." The guard didn't look back, but his voice was a little excited.

Soon, the noise of horse hooves suddenly came from outside. Then the groom rushed in from outside, pointed at the door and shouted nervously: "Brother-in-law, a large group of officials came outside!"

The guard sighed and said to Li Xianyuan happily: "Mr. Li, the magistrate has sent someone."

The sound of horse hooves kept approaching and was very powerful.

Li Xianyuan stood up and walked out of the door under the escort of the guards. He saw a row of fire dragons coming from a distance of the street, with dozens of horses galloping. In a blink of an eye, they got closer and dismounted one after another.

The person in charge was the magistrate who had a meeting with him. The county magistrate, chief clerk, and master were all here.
Chapter completed!