Seeing her pitiful look, Murong Fu stepped forward and asked, "Little sister, what's your name?" The girl said, "My surname is Zhou. My father said I was born in Zhijiang, Hunan, and named me Zhiruo."
Hearing this, Li Mochou was surprised. Judging from the appearance of this little girl, she must be one of the "Zhou father and daughter" that Master has been asking about these days. She thought she was some kind of relative of his, but she didn't recognize her at all. However,
It's not easy for her to interfere with her master's privacy.
Murong Fu took out a small handkerchief, wiped away Zhou Zhiruo's tears, smiled at her, and stuffed the handkerchief into her arms.
Zhou Zhiruo blushed, remembering that this man had held her in his arms and used his back to resist Fan Seng's killing move, and her heart became hot and she did not resist.
The people in the boat didn't see Murong Fu's actions, but Li Mochou saw it clearly. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly and she cursed secretly: "I won't let such a small child go."
Then he remembered that the handkerchief was his, pouted and hummed, turning his head away from looking at him. Murong Fu seemed unaware and asked, "Is there anyone else in your family?"
Zhou Zhiruo shook her head and said: "Except for dad, there is no one...no one else." As he spoke, tears started to flow down again.
Murong Fu raised his sleeve to wipe away her tears, "Don't cry, don't cry. From now on, you can treat your brother as a family member."
We arrived at Taiping Store at the second watch that night. The boatman parked the boat far away from the town, then went to the town to buy food, cooked four large bowls of chicken, fish and vegetables, and put them on the small table in the cabin.
Zhang Sanfeng asked Murong Fu and Chang Yuchun to eat first, but he fed Zhang Wuji.
Murong Fu opened his mouth and said: "I see that this little brother is radiating chills. It seems that he has been poisoned by some kind of cold."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said: "This is Zhang Wuji, an old Taoist disciple. He is indeed poisoned by cold poison. We can only tap various acupoints on him to temporarily save his life."
Chang Yuchun was surprised: "Can't it be cured even with Master Zhang's skills?"
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said: "The cold poison has invaded the internal organs and can only be resolved slowly." As he said this, he shook his hand out of Zhang Wuji's sight, which meant that it could not be resolved, but he just didn't want Wuji to know.
Zhang Wuji felt sad when they mentioned the cold poison, and he couldn't eat anything. When Zhang Sanfeng fed him again, he shook his head and refused to eat anymore.
Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo was about to step forward to feed Zhang Wuji, Murong Fu thought to himself: "How can this happen? The two of you are entangled because of this feeding relationship." So he took the bowl and chopsticks before Zhou Zhiruo and said: "Zhang Zhenren
Eat first, I'll feed brother Wuji."
Zhou Zhiruo also said, "I'll feed you." She was about to take the bowl and chopsticks in her hands.
How could Murong Fu tell her, "It's because of you that I came to serve this boy." But he couldn't say these words, and said: "You also need someone to take care of you, go and eat." Zhou Zhiruo had no choice but to sit back.
Zhang Wuji said: "I'm full, I won't eat anymore."
Murong Fu said softly: "Brother Wuji, if you don't eat, your great master won't be able to eat either. Do you want to see him hungry?"
Zhang Wuji thought to himself that his master traveled thousands of miles for him, even sacrificing his energy to suppress the cold poison for him. How could he let him starve? So when Murong Fu put the rice to his mouth, he opened his mouth and ate it.
How could Li Mochou let her master serve others? She took the bowl and chopsticks from Murong Fu's hand and said, "Master, let me do it. You eat first."
When they heard the words "Master", both Zhang Sanfeng and Chang Yuchun's faces changed. In this era, almost all elders were teachers. They had never seen such a big disciple at such a young age. However, Zhang Sanfeng was not a pedantic person.
, I feel relieved just thinking about it.
Chang Yuchun, a big talker with a straight heart, smiled and said: "Little brother Murong, I thought she was a child bride before, but I didn't expect she turned out to be a master and apprentice."
Li Mochou glared at Chang Yuchun, her face flushed slightly as she thought of the interactions these days.
Murong Fu also had a rare heat on his face, and thought to himself: "That's what I think, why do you say it out loud?"
He coughed and said to Li Mochou: "Then you can do it." He glared at her covertly as he spoke, and Li Mochou stuck out his tongue.
Although Li Mochou looked indifferent, she saw that the child was very pitiful, so she carefully removed the fish and chicken bones, and added gravy to each mouthful of rice. Zhang Wuji ate it very sweetly, and finished a large bowl of rice.
The look in Li Mochou's eyes showed great gratitude.
Zhang Sanfeng felt a little relieved. He had a good appetite and was not afraid of eating meat. During the dinner, he talked about the origin of Chang Yuchun. Zhang Sanfeng saw that although he looked vicious, he had a pure nature and deserved the word chivalrous, so he persuaded him to change his mind and give up the cult.
He even asked his eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao to accept him as his disciple.
Unexpectedly, Chang Yuchun refused to obey. Seeing his persistence, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, then looked at Zhou Zhiruo and said, "This little girl..."
Chang Yuchun said: "Don't worry, old Taoist, I will find a way to arrange this little girl properly."
At this time Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but look at Murong Fu, and Murong Fu said: "If Brother Chang is relieved, please leave Zhiruo to me."
Chang Yuchun thought for a while and said: "Young man, you are serious. It is better for a little girl to follow a little brother than to follow a big boss like me."
Zhang Sanfeng thought that this little girl would probably be taken into the Demon Cult by following Chang Yuchun, and following Murong Fu would be the best choice. He nodded and said, "Okay."
After the meal, Zhang Sanfeng held Zhang Wuji in his arms and said, "Then let's say goodbye." He really didn't want to interact with people in the Demon Cult, but thinking of Murong Fu, he still said: "See you later."
Seeing Zhang Wuji's pitiful appearance, Zhou Zhiruo was about to speak, but Murong Fu spoke at the right moment:
"Zhenzhen Zhang, the technique that I practice happens to be the pure Yang technique. Why don't I let you try to use the technique for brother Wuji? Although it may not be able to completely cure it, it can still be done to make him feel better."
"This..." Zhang Sanfeng wanted to refuse, but he thought that the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu he created by combining the remnants of the Nine Yang Manual was already a rare masculine technique in the world. Even if there was nothing he could do about the cold poison, Murong Fu's Kung Fu was still powerful.
It’s shallow, what’s the use of it?
But when he heard the words "It can make him feel better", he changed his mind and said, "Then I'll have a hard time for you."
Murong Fu said: "It's difficult to do the work on this boat. How about we go to the inn in the town and do the treatment?"
Zhang Sanfeng said: "This is how it should be."
A group of people came to the Taiping store. Zhang Sanfeng placed Zhang Wuji on the bed and sat cross-legged. Murong Fu used his Shenzhao Sutra to inject Qi from Zhang Wuji's back.
Zhang Wuji immediately felt a gentle warmth flowing into his body, feeling very comfortable all over.
Since being struck by the Xuanming God's Palm, although his Grand Master has been exorcising the poison for him every day, the cold poison has become more and more serious, and his whole body is bone-chilling, and he can no longer feel the Grand Master's internal power.