Compassion and pity are emotions that normal people would have. However, long-distance treks are full of hardships and dangers. Even some practitioners will always pay attention to their physical strength and spirit. No one wants to create extra problems and add more burdens to themselves out of thin air.
Seeing Zhang Yi stepping forward to take care of the old man, most people in the caravan did not feel admiration or shame, but disapproval or slight sarcasm on the corners of their mouths.
Because any of them could see that the old man didn't just suffer from heat stroke or eat unclean food to cause such vomiting, but that the old man's body was too weak.
The bones of the body are too weak, and this situation will occur repeatedly in the following long-distance trek, and there may even be a possibility of death on the way.
As long as he starts to take care of him now, it is naturally impossible to let him go in the future, and taking care of the old man will become his business alone.
The most important thing is that this old man's temper is still very weird. It is very likely that he was a Yan Dynasty soldier who was captured and detained in the battle with Daqin in the early years and was forced to do hard labor for many years. The people in the school are extremely disrespectful, and often rely on the old to sell the old, which is very unpleasant.
Zhang Yi didn't have any superfluous thoughts. When an elderly person was unwell and needed to be taken care of, he naturally reached out to help if he could. For him, it was as simple as asking for food when hungry and drinking water when thirsty.
He didn't show any displeasure because of the bad smell, and wiped off the vomit stained on the old man's chest extremely meticulously.
After drinking a few sips of warm water, the old man in a gray robe with a haggard face and hair as dry as grass seemed to be stuck on his head at any time was finally able to breathe normally. It was another burst of boredom, and regardless of Zhang Yi was helping him wipe, he vomited again and again.
With Zhang Yi's cultivation at this time, even if the old man is a practitioner of the same level as him, he stabs a sword at this time, even if the two are so close, he is enough to respond in time, but he is holding the sword with one hand. Holding the old man's back, because he was afraid that the action would be too violent and the old man would fall off the horse, so he just withdrew his hands and turned his body slightly, so that his sleeves and the robe on one side of his body were splashed a lot. The old man's vomit.
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 bag in his hand, and said angrily in a Yandi accent: "I'm so sad in my stomach, you still feed me water, Do you think I haven't vomited enough!"
Hearing the old man's angry voice, the people in the caravan who had been unable to avoid it all frowned, thinking that the old man really didn't understand the matter at all.
Zhang Yi was also taken aback, but she was not angry at all. Instead, she bowed slightly to apologize, and explained softly: "The vomiting is too severe, and it is easy to lose water. In this sweltering heat, the body is more likely to be unable to bear it."
The old man retched a few more times, and the sound from his stomach and throat made the people around him who were silently looking down and walking on the road feel a little uncomfortable. However, the old man sneered again, and said in unclear words: "In this case, you should find me herbal water or light salt water, why is it only this kind of lukewarm water!"
The old man's tone made many people around him angry, but Zhang Yi didn't seem to be angry at all. He was stunned and said, "Mr. is right."
"I'll clean it up for you first, and then I'll flush you with salt water."
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 not in any good mood. He let out a meaningless and ambiguous voice from his throat, and turned his head heavily, not looking at Zhang Yi .
The people of Qin, especially those in the Guanzhong and Changling areas are all soft-hearted and don't have much tolerance for those who don't like it. Looking at the reaction of this old man, Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the caravan, and a four-year-old The man in his tenth year, with a stocky body, short hair, and an obvious scar on his left cheek narrowed his eyes, and sneered, saying, "It doesn't matter if you're good or bad, so why bother with him? In the past few decades, we Qin people have killed fewer Yan people?"
Hearing this, the old man whose eyelids were slightly drooping because of his weakness suddenly became angry again, and said sharply: "You took my money, don't you Qin people are all disobedient?"
Luo Zhongjing looked directly at the old man, and said sneeringly: "If you need me, I will return the money to you now, and leave you here?"
The old man turned pale and was speechless for a while.
Zhang Yi smiled wryly at Luo Zhongjing, and said softly: "After all, the elderly are respected."
Luo Zhongjing sneered and said, "I think it's disrespectful for old people."
Zhang Yi opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but the leader of the caravan turned his head away very simply, and said in a cold voice: "We just met by chance, sir is not very human, we naturally respect and want to rely on The strength of Mr. is just that this person insulted me Daqin from time to time, and now he doesn’t distinguish between good and bad. We have nothing to do."
Zhang Yi felt a little bitter in his heart, but couldn't bear to see the old man's paler face, so he hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Luo Zhongjing's expression no longer had any obvious changes, but intentionally or unintentionally, the distance between him, the rest of the caravan and the old man was further widened.
Seeing that he was naturally separated from the rest of the caravan, the stinging arrogance of this old man from Yandi disappeared a lot, and he seemed even more depressed, but in the blink of an eye, he looked at Zhang Yi, who was always by his side, with eyes wide open. Li is always indifferent and disliked.
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The twilight was getting darker, and the sight was gradually blocked. Under the leadership of the experienced caravan leader, the caravan camped on a gentle slope to rest and cook with a buried stove.
Knowing that the old man was extremely repelled by the caravan, Zhang Yi set up a tent a few feet away from the outer tent of the caravan, and took some herbs to repel mosquitoes from the surrounding area, and spread it outside the tent.
Seeing Zhang Yi taking care of this old man from Yandi so carefully, most people in the caravan couldn't understand. However, based on the awe of a practitioner himself, after the food was cooked, someone still brought two copies to Zhang Yi's camp. Before.
The food on the way of the caravan is naturally very simple. The staple food is boiled dried sweet potatoes, and the vegetables are some dried meat scraps and minced meat soup made from roadside wild vegetables.
"I want minced meat soup, not potato soup."
Looking at the food delivered in front of him, the old man Yandi, who had been resting for a long time, showed his domineering and unreasonable side again. He directly pulled a food box containing minced meat soup, and then poured another portion of minced meat soup into it In the food box in his hand, he drank it on his own.
Zhang Yi frowned slightly for the first time, but she was not angry, but worried: "Your spleen and stomach are very weak, you can only eat less to recuperate, and eating meat like this is not good."
The old man from Yan didn't seem to have heard Zhang Yi's words at all. After drinking all the minced meat soup in the food box in his hand, he turned around and said coldly: "You are from Qin, and I am from Yan. Help me like this? Who knows what kind of heart you are at ease... But no matter what you think, I advise you to rest in peace. I don't even have any extra money on me. I just want to die in my hometown, so I follow you Qin People's caravan suffer."
"Sir, I'm afraid you misunderstood." Zhang Yi looked at the old man with indifferent eyes, and said sincerely: "Respecting the elderly is only a duty."
"There is no free meal in the world."
The old man sneered and said: "Since you said that it is your duty to respect the elderly, then I am very tired and uncomfortable. I want to have hot water to take a bath. I think they are a little afraid of you. I think you will I am a rare cultivator. It is not impossible to get some hot water for me to take a bath. You should also understand that given my physical condition, if I do not have hot water to take a bath, I am afraid I will get a malignant sore, and it is inevitable to die on the way. "
Zhang Yi glanced at the old man, not angry, but felt that what the old man said was indeed true.
He looked around in a blink of an eye, then nodded, and said, "So please wait a moment, sir."
"What is he going to do?"
The members of the caravan looked at Zhang Yi who was busy.
They saw that Zhang Yi borrowed the iron pot for boiling soup from the caravan and began to boil water, then walked to a hard rock on the slope and began to wield his sword.
During the flickering of the sword light, large chunks of rocks flew up.
After the water in the iron pot was boiled, Zhang Yi first poured filtered cold water into the dug stone pit, and then poured hot water.
After checking that the water temperature was just right, he walked towards the old man.
At this time, all the members of the caravan finally realized that they spent so much energy, even using their precious real energy for practitioners, to serve this old man in the bath.
"Is there something wrong with his mind?"
Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the caravan, couldn't help cursing in a deep voice.