Chapter Three: A Man Who Lost 147 consecutive games
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The disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion fight against each other, and there are also many people who die each year. However, Zhou Dingjun looked at the brave and unyielding senior brother in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but feel a slight shock.
Easy to deal with, Zhou Dingjun couldn't do it at his own expense, and he probably would give up if he realized he was defeated.
Leaving the green mountains is not afraid of not having firewood to burn, this is the way of life. Not hitting the south wall and not turning back is a kind of persistence!
Seeing Yang Kai's disheveled figure, his fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger in his eyes. Zhou Dingjun knew he wouldn't knock him unconscious, so today's matter was not over.
At this moment, Zhou Dingjun waved his hand and struck the neck bone of Yang Kai, who was rushing towards him. Yang Kai's fierce momentum suddenly dissipated, his eyes lost focus, and he fell limp all over.
Upon seeing this scene, a person standing on the crown of a large tree about ten zhang away took out a booklet and casually opened a page, which read: Trial disciple Yang Kai vs. ordinary disciple Zhou Dingjun, Zhou Dingjun won.
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In a moment of depression, Yang Kai suddenly realized that his right hand seemed to be still holding something. In confusion, he looked down and saw a finely crafted small porcelain bottle in his hand.
What is this? This porcelain vase is definitely not his own. Yang Kai has nothing but clothes and is just a broom for sweeping the floor. Where would that be?
There was a label on the small porcelain bottle with words on it. Yang Kaiding looked at it and murmured, "Coagulation and blood stasis removing cream!"
Coagulation and blood stasis removing ointment, Yang Kai still knows.
This is the plaster used by Lingxiao Pavilion to treat external injuries. Although it may not be considered a peerless medicine, it has significant therapeutic effects on external injuries. Generally, each disciple will carry a bottle with them as a precaution. And even such a bottle of ointment is not cheap at the logistics office of Lingxiao Pavilion.
Ten point Sect Contribution Value One Bottle!
How much contribution can Yang Kai make by sweeping the floor in a month? It's just ten o'clock, which means the value of this bottle of ointment in hand is equivalent to Yang Kai sweeping the ground for a month!
Who is it? At this moment, a fierce emotion surged through Yang Kai's heart, and the pain behind him suddenly eased a lot. It has been three years since I arrived at Lingxiao Pavilion. In the past three years, Yang Kai has become accustomed to the fickleness and lack of righteousness among the disciples of this sect, and to the coldness of the world. However, today, some people leave behind a bottle of coagulation and blood stasis removing ointment after being injured, which deeply touched Yang Kai.
Turns out, not all the disciples of this sect are cool and thin.
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There is a saying called the grace of a drop of water, unforgettable, one day it will soar, and the spring will repay it!
Yang Kai was moved and tried to recall that figure, but it became increasingly blurred. On the contrary, strands of light fragrance lingered at the tip of the nose, lingering for a long time.
"Is this medicine originally fragrant?" Yang Kai suddenly gained insight.
Calmed down, straightened his clothes, and carefully stuffed this bottle of coagulation and blood stasis removing cream into his arms. Yang Kai lifted the broom in his hand and continued his sweeping work.
I have scanned inside and outside, and have been busy until noon. Today's work is finally finished. Dragging his tired and hungry body, Yang Kai returned to his cabin.
The injury from a fight in the morning has not been treated yet. Although Yang Kai is hungry, he can only endure it and deal with the injury first.
Taking off his green clothes, Yang Chuchu washed his body with a basin of clean water. If someone saw Yang Kai's physical condition on the side, they would be surprised.
Yang Kai's body was very weak and emaciated, with ribs clearly visible in his abdomen. It seemed that there was not much flesh all over his body, but even on this malnourished body, there were bruises and scars everywhere, and almost no part was intact.
I am challenged every five days, but every time I am defeated and knocked unconscious. My old injuries have not faded, but I have added new ones. If it were anyone else, they probably wouldn't be able to endure such pain, but Yang Kai held back. Not only did he hold back, but he also practiced sweeping the floor every day without being affected by these injuries.
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