"Big Brother!"

Xie Lingjiang hurriedly opened the door and entered the house. She immediately saw Ouyang Rong's slender figure walking out of the back room holding a book. Her face was filled with surprise.

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Why are you so anxious? Why are you still so irritable?"

"Elder brother, are you...are you okay?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at the fine drops of water on Xie Ling Jiang's white forehead, walked to the table, and poured a cup of herbal tea.

Xie Lingjiang bit his lip and walked around the calm young man serving tea twice, looking up and down on his body.

The short-haired young man who had been in bed for many days without seeing the sun, his skin became fairer and thinner, and he had the temperament of a sickly handsome man, but his eyes were bright and bright.

He is in excellent spirits and has recovered.

"Don't look at it. Apart from a sore waist, it's nothing serious."

"Waist... waist aches?" Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but chew on the words.

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"I fell down and hurt my waist, which is normal. But speaking of it, Master Shandao's medical skills are still very good, and he is worthy of the name of a miracle doctor."

He looked around and sighed.

Xie Lingjiang was stunned for a moment and looked at Ouyang Rong's calm expression to see what her reaction was.

"He is indeed a miracle doctor." Xie Lingjiang whispered.

Ouyang Rong handed the herbal tea to Xie Lingjiang and asked curiously:

"Why are you looking at me like this, little junior sister? I'm not injured anymore. Besides, don't you know what's going on with me? Aren't you just beside the bed these days?

"Also, where did you go this morning? Why didn't you see anyone when you woke up? You just came back, how did you know I was awake?"

Xie Lingjiang hurriedly took the tea cup, lowered his head and sipped it silently, and only answered one question in a low voice:

"It's what the miracle doctor said... Senior brother woke up today."

Ouyang Rong nodded and sighed: "Master Shandao is so powerful. I talked to him a little loudly before. It seems that in the future, I will also have to give him the honorific title."

Xie Lingjiang nervously held the tea cup in his hand, and couldn't help but look at the senior brother who was thinking about it.

In fact, these days, she has been rejected by the eccentric Mr. Hehuo Qiu, and she is not allowed to visit her senior brother at will.

And not only her, but also her father Xie Xun, senior Chong Xuzi, and Li Xian's family were treated in the same way.

The old man of Hehuo Qiu declined all visitors, and only the pretty girl was allowed to stay in this room of Sanhui Courtyard.

Xie Lingjiang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot outside, tossing and turning all night.

I even regretted giving up my senior brother's sickbed so easily. What if the old Taoist Hehuoqiu was just bragging out of anger? It would be better to try the trick of Taoist Master Xuzi.

Until this morning, the second senior sister who had been dragging her and her father's pretty girl suddenly left. Before leaving, he informed her that she was awake. Xie Lingjiang was relieved and rushed over without stopping.

Now, seeing the lively Ouyang Rong, Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt that everything was worth it. The anxiety and suffering these days were all worth it, even if...he lost to that handsome man again in the matter of "asking a miracle doctor to save a life"

girl.

Xie Lingjiang felt grateful and bitter at the same time, and his emotions towards the pretty girl suddenly became complicated.

By the way, there's also...her strange behavior of leaving on her own initiative.

Xie Lingjiang hesitated: "Elder brother..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "When you entered the yard just now, did you notice any movement in the house?"

"Nothing?" Xie Lingjiang looked around curiously, "No, senior brother is talking about something. Aren't you in the room?"

"fine."

Ouyang Rong shook his head calmly.

Just now, he was watching the sword in the house. Logically speaking, the spiritual energy should be fluctuating a lot. When the junior sister suddenly broke in, Ouyang Rong was nervous for a moment, and then he hurriedly put away the "craftsmanship".

It stands to reason that as a seventh-grade Qi practitioner, the junior sister should be able to detect corresponding movements, especially the surging spiritual energy fluctuations of the Cauldron Sword.

Before asking, Ouyang Rong thought that the junior sister judged that he was awake based on the fluctuation of the tripod sword.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy are minimal... Could it be said that this is also a magical power of "craftsmanship"?

He looked down at his palms and the Buddhist scriptures "made by craftsmen" in his arms.

His eyes were thoughtful.

Russian qing.

"Well, hold it for me."

Ouyang Rong casually stuffed the Buddhist scriptures into his little junior sister's arms, said a few words, turned around and walked out of the room.

Senior Brother's words and deeds are often so confusing that Xie Lingjiang has long been used to it and cannot figure him out.

I didn't ask much at the moment, seeing him leaving, I quickly followed him step by step.

"Elder brother, where are we going?"

"Go down the mountain."

"Oh, but senior brother, your hair, your hair, hasn't been tied up yet," she reminded.

The young man with short hair who was walking in front suddenly stopped and turned around. A certain pretty girl with a book in her arms like a follower followed him, but in an instant, he had no time to brake.

"Ouch", the little junior sister ran into the senior brother's arms.

Her first reaction was not to blame someone for braking, but to panic and blame herself, and a blush instantly appeared on her cheeks.

However, fortunately, the arm holding the book on my chest blocked it, otherwise I would have been really embarrassed to see others.

"Uh sorry."

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to think much, his face was calm, and he directly took off the men's soap hat in his arms, which was a young junior sister disguised as a man, and covered his short-haired head.

Ouyang Rong was not polite.

Xie Ling Jiang's eyes were filled with confusion.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong was taller and Xie Lingjiang was shorter, so one person lowered his head and the other raised his head, creating a scene of big eyes staring at small eyes.

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his hand and wiped the sweat on Xie Lingjiang's forehead with the sleeve of his forearm.

Xie Ling Jiang's delicate body instantly tensed up and she didn't even dare to make a sound.

After carefully wiping the sweat from her forehead, Ouyang Rong stopped his hand, turned around and continued to go out, as if he was obsessive-compulsive.

"What are you doing so stupidly? Let's go. Why are you even more aggressive than before? You don't even know how to wipe off your sweat. By the way, lend me your hat. You're wearing your crown anyway."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Xie Lingjiang followed him with a sullen face, replying mechanically, and followed him out of Sanhuiyuan one after another. She quietly turned her eyes and looked at the profile of her senior brother in front of her.

His expression remained normal and he strode forward.

"Come down the mountain now, senior brother, don't you want to eat something?"

"I won't eat anymore. I've been unconscious for so long. I have a lot of things to deal with down the mountain."

"Yes, my father is also waiting for us at the bottom of the mountain. My senior brother is awake, and my father will be happy."

"The teacher is here too."

"Well, my father cares about senior brother very much."

"Then, go see the teacher first." Ouyang Rong hesitated and sighed softly:

"But during the days when I was in a coma, tell me in detail what happened in Dragon City on the way."

"Yes, senior brother."

"Also...thank you for your hard work these days."

Xie Lingjiang makes the nose sore instantly.

Then down the mountain, Xie Lingjiang held a Buddhist scripture and talked about the recent events in Dragon City. Ouyang Rong listened silently all the way.

But occasionally, the younger junior sister asked him about his "backache" and seemed to be very interested in it. Ouyang Rong was slightly stunned, but he answered a few words casually and told the truth.

The little girl bit her lip and frowned, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Ouyang Rong didn't have much time to guess the woman's thoughts. He had some more important things to deal with at the moment.

When the two brothers and sisters arrived at Luming Street from Dagushan, it was already close to noon.

Ouyang Rong saw his mentor Xie Xun in the Meilin courtyard of Meiluyuan.

The two masters and apprentices shook hands and exchanged greetings.

Ouyang Rong was deeply moved when he saw his teacher, whose hair was slightly white at the temples but came to Longcheng to visit him.

"Have you had lunch, teacher?"

"Not yet." Xie Xun smiled: "I have been eating at the Su Mansion next door these past few days, how about we go there now..."

"No need for now." Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted: "Just eat here, I'm sorry to disturb others. The student's cooking skills are not bad. Teacher and junior sister, we can try it later."
To be continued...