bookrandom Chapter 337 Don't be afraid of broken bones; they'll harden again when they grow back.
Chapter 337 Don't be afraid of broken bones; they'll harden again when they grow back.
Zhong Ming felt somewhat guilty. In such a critical moment, he hadn't been able to keep the boy by his side, so that his survival when the battle broke out was entirely due to luck.
When the enemy launched their Moonlight Teleportation surprise attack, they naturally rushed to the very center of the military camp. The Third Guard Team, responsible for security, was stationed on the outskirts of the camp, which is why the kid wasn't killed immediately.
After that, it was entirely thanks to the goodwill of other cultivators that he was rescued during their evacuation.
"Tell me, how did you survive?" Zhong Ming leaned against the wall, taking in the surrounding scene. Within the ruins, cultivators were pulling each other out of the swamp. The entire earth had been scraped away by the lake water and covered with another layer of silt, concealing all traces of the past.
This isn't the first floor; this is part of the second floor. The first floor was half-buried... to be precise, it collapsed and sank halfway underground, and the rest was covered by mud.
In the distance, some cultivators were casting spells to move debris or work together to clear a flat area.
The boy hadn't spoken yet; he seemed completely unsure where to begin.
What were you doing when the enemy launched a surprise attack?
"I'm sleeping..." Zhang Youcai was a little embarrassed, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally mustered up the courage to say it.
"Well, then what?"
"Then I was jolted awake. It was incredibly noisy outside. I had just put on my clothes and opened the door... Captain, your room was completely destroyed. Stones were flying everywhere. Half a beam smashed through my room and even destroyed my bed... Two very strong men were wrestling. One of them was taller than the house. I initially thought it was a wild animal. I... I... I ran away..."
He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily to Zhong Ming. "My lord, please don't send me away. I will no longer be afraid. I... I swear on my life... on everything I have..."
The boy hurriedly uttered the words he considered precious, as if they were scorching hot iron balls that couldn't stay in his mouth for even a second longer.
Zhong Ming cleared his throat, interrupting his actions.
A cultivator's thinking is much faster than that of an ordinary person. As he spoke this long passage, Zhong Ming was recalling how the old Taoist priest had done it and how he had taught him.
And then... the conclusion is that the old Taoist priest didn't seem to teach me anything, and I ended up in the army.
So he decided to do it his own way.
“First of all, call me ‘Captain.’ I don’t want to repeat myself,” Zhong Ming’s first words startled Zhang Youcai, who knelt there, trembling. “Ahem, well, you woke up in time during the enemy attack, have excellent vigilance, and accurately assessed the strength of both sides at the start of the battle, taking appropriate measures…”
The boy looked up and saw that Zhong Ming was holding a small notebook in one hand and drawing on it with a pen in the other.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
Zhong Ming... was basically painting.
He doesn't know anything about calligraphy. His literary skills were acquired from reading common knowledge jade slips. He's very familiar with calligraphy in his mind, but he's never actually written anything with his hands. At first, he really wanted to write something, but his crooked and messy writing looked like he was drawing. So he gave up completely and started scribbling randomly.
He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then put the notebook away and patted the boy's head.
“You did what you were supposed to do. I can’t criticize you for doing everything wrong, but I have to teach you the steps you should have taken.”
The boy was still kneeling on the ground, but now he was in the posture of a disciple seeking instruction, and even seemed a little happy. His shoulders were still trembling slightly, but he was switching back and forth between "tears of joy" and "disciple etiquette".
"Your actions were generally correct, but you should have thought about the direction you would have fled. This is something you should have thought about when you moved in here. After you reach the edge of the battlefield, think about your responsibilities. There is a difference between maneuvering and looking for opportunities and deserting... Of course, none of the above applies when you are a strong person."
Zhong Ming's voice suddenly turned stern. The boy was a coward who had lost all courage. He was afraid of the slightest thing. This was not his fault, but the situation had to change.
Whether a broken bone will grow back into a stronger pillar or result in permanent disability depends on this very moment.
"Do you know their evaluation after assessing your aptitude? You can reach the Foundation Establishment stage. Those who reach the Foundation Establishment stage are the powerful figures who fly around in the sky during great battles. The enemy's leader and our battalion commander are all at the Foundation Establishment stage. You have the talent to become one of them!"
After a sharp shout, Zhong Ming started coughing incessantly. The medical cultivator next door rolled his eyes at him, making it sound like he was giving his last words before he died.
"Captain...."
"Do you understand?"
"You're rich, I understand."
"Then tell me, how are you going to get away from here now?"
Zhong Ming abruptly changed the subject and began the assessment.
"Didn't you say you knew? Now tell me, if the enemy attacks now, how do you escape from here?"
Zhang Youcai: ......
Surrounded by ruins and muddy ground, he steeled himself and replied, "There are powerful people to the west. I'll jump over there first, then walk along the wall..."
The two looked at each other, and Zhong Ming nodded slightly.
During this period, he was able to move his body a little. The "Mysterious Heavenly Pulse Suppression Technique" helped protect his meridians to some extent, but his internal organs were seriously injured and he needed to recuperate.
"Are you hungry?"
"A little."
"Then you can go hungry." Zhong Ming has always been very consistent in his inhumanity.
He took out the mother-and-child swords, carefully twisting his body to avoid pulling on his internal organs, and said to Zhang Youcai, "You stay here and don't move. I'll go buy you some..."
"Alright, healed and hurry up and leave. Come on, carry him over here." An untimely voice came from next door, and the medical monk unceremoniously carried a burly man whose thigh had been almost half bitten off towards them.
Zhong Ming: .....
"Kid, have you ever flown?"
Before the boy could reply, a pair of large hands grabbed his body and lifted him up forcefully.
The brief feeling of weightlessness made him swing his arms before landing on Zhong Ming's back, a thick and warm back.
"Let's go!" Zhong Ming called out to the medical cultivator.
A sword... slowly floated out, even slower than the stretcher.