Ningdie rashly pushed open the wood door, and a gust of cold wind blew in with her, causing Jiang Wen, who was hugging and groaning on the bed, to shrink, suddenly put away the paper and pen in his hand, and hid under the quilt.
The beautifully dressed little girl simply tied up her hair at the back of her head today and let the rest of her long hair hang loosely behind her. She looked very ladylike.
"Master, the medicinal soup is here!"
She bluffingly brought a pottery bowl through the door. It was obviously hot to the touch but she insisted on placing it beside Jiang Wen's bed.
Jiang Wen lay weakly on the wooden bed, looking at Ningdie with fear, fearing that she would let go and spill all the hot soup on him.
"Master, please try it quickly. I have worked hard for this for a long time!"
"The death-rusher, right..."
Jiang Wen looked at her suspiciously, "You scooped it out for me again from the hot soup of the little stone stew?"
Ningdie was rubbing her hands together to relieve the burning sensation, waiting for her master's praise, but when she heard this, she instantly became unhappy.
"No, that's not the case. The medicinal materials are all newly delivered by shopkeeper Fang today, and they are separated from the small stones used for medicinal baths!"
Then she muttered and complained, "They are all bone-strengthening and tendon-strengthening prescriptions with the same formula, so what's there to dislike..."
"Is that something you can ignore if the formula is the same!"
Jiang Wen revealed his head from the quilt and looked at Ningdie helplessly.
I don’t know what’s going on with this little girl. Ever since she met the ghost in Zhizhi’an, she has been particularly clinging to her. She runs to her ward seven or eight times a day and diligently feeds herself various medicines. She is as enthusiastic as
A few double agents with good intentions.
Regarding this matter, Jiang Wen could only admit with some embarrassment that he was a little flattered.
At this time, a purple figure also flashed outside the door.
"Master Jiang, can I come in?"
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Ziyi came uninvited, holding a bowl of soup in his hand.
"Miss Yuan, what are you..."
Jiang Wenliang took out the empty bowl in his hand, "I just finished a bowl here, why is there medicine again?"
Yuan Ziyi smiled lightly and put the bowl on the table. A circle of steaming hot soup splashed out, and it almost hit Jiang Wen's face.
"Headmaster Jiang, you have been recuperating for six or seven days since you were injured. Your injury has not improved at all, and you still have vague symptoms of fear of wind and cold. I think the dosage of the decoction must be insufficient, so I specially added a bowl for you.
Okay."
Yuan Ziyi spoke slowly, but she was actually more curious about what happened that night.
That night, he was attacked by the Jiuqu River. After being rescued by Yan Yongchun and Jiang Wen, they went to the Dawang Peak together.
Jiang Wen then left the top of the mountain and hurried along the mountain road to Manting Peak. Yuan Ziyi originally thought that based on Jiang Wen's martial arts attainments, even if the other party was full of tricks, he would at least be able to escape unscathed. However, he and his sister waited till the end of the day.
Liang, I haven't seen Jiang Wen come back.
Later, it was Yan Yongchun who insisted on looking for Jiang Wen and found him on Manting Peak.
It is said that at that time, Jiang Wen was covered in dirty blood, his energy was like gossamer, and his body was half hot and half cold. He happened to be hanging on a pine tree on the edge of the cliff, which prevented him from falling to the bottom of the cliff.
When Yan Yongchun took him back to the mountain, Yuan Ziyi looked at Jiang Wen, who was breathing more out and less in, looking like he was about to die. Then he gradually recovered, but he still refused to be weak and stayed shut up.
"Thank you, Miss Yuan, for your concern. Jiang's health is actually no longer serious. In recent days, my apprentices have been taken care of by you and Miss Yan."
Jiang Wen straightened up his upper body and spoke loudly, deliberately speaking to Yan Yongchun at the door.
Yan Yongchun is not as familiar as Yuan Ziyi. He basically won't enter his room, and usually communicates through the door - the girl's house, which is understandable.
"Headmaster Jiang...it will be fine if nothing happens."
Someone answered softly outside the door.
Yan Yongchun originally didn't talk much. These days, apart from traveling between Tai Wang Feng and Bai Lian Martial Arts School in Ha Mei Town, he mainly studied martial arts under the orders of his master, and also sparred with Hong Wen Ting from time to time.
"Master, are you feeling better?"
Hong Wending also came in obediently to say hello. He looked like an ordinary kid on the outside, and it was hard to tell that he was one of the many masters in this Dawang Peak.
Once the two of Yan and Hong started to move, sometimes they were like tigers descending from the mountain, or like long dragons lurking in the river, but they did not win with force. Yan Yongchun started from small thoughts to looking for a bridge naturally, and Hung Man-ting also merged all the martial arts he had carried into one furnace.
, the two of them performed martial arts moves that were unpredictable and easy to use. Every time they competed, people were fascinated.
When Jiang Wen saw the sawdust and dust covering his body, he knew that he had transformed into a ruthless wood-cutting machine again.
Hong Wending has come out of the haze of the secret five-shaped boxing, and now his biggest hobby every day is chopping firewood.
These days, he can heat the house, cook medicine and soup, and use firewood for cooking. However, the sound of chopping firewood can be heard outside the house from morning to night.
"Wen Ding, where is Xiao Shitou? As the eldest brother of the sect, has he been lazy again?"
Hong Wending answered honestly: "Senior brother soaked in the medicine vat and fell asleep."
"..."
Jiang Wen was silent for a while. He didn't know whether to describe him as hard-working or slippery. He decided not to talk about this topic anymore. He slowly opened the quilt and sat up, sucking up the medicinal soup brought by Yuan Ziyi.
Following Jiang Wen's movements, Yuan Ziyi suddenly felt that the cold and windy climate on Dawang Peak had warmed up a bit, as if billowing heat waves were emanating from his body - but this abnormality completely disappeared after a few breaths.
It's like an illusion.
After seeing Guo Jiangwen's miraculous method of transferring internal energy and healing injuries, she stopped making a fuss and said proactively: "Master Jiang, our sisters have been harassing you in your sect for a long time, and now the great sage Pigua Fist has been used to it.
Okay, it’s time for us to say goodbye.”
The meeting and parting of people in the world are just ordinary. Yuan Ziyi said it was ordinary, but the little girl Fu Ningdie reluctantly held on to her sleeve.
"Sister Ziyi, you haven't taught me how to braid my hair yet, are you leaving now..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yuan Ziyi pinched her cheek lovingly and said mercilessly.
"I stayed here originally because I was afraid that you Wuyi sect would encounter evil people like me, kick down the mountain gate to steal the secret book, and then snatch away this little girl like you - now it seems that I am worrying too much."
Let’s stop talking here.
Yuan Ziyi was probably also shocked by the poverty of the Wuyi sect, and he was convinced that as long as people in the martial arts world had no problem with their brains, they would not pursue the idea of this poor mountain.
Jiang Wen frowned and said, "Miss Yuan, you don't have to belittle yourself like this. Besides, although my Wuyi sect is small, not everyone can come and go freely."
After saying that, Jiang Wen shouted outside the wooden house: "Old Ye, are you in the kitchen?"
Not long after he finished speaking, Lao Ye, a thin and hard-up horseman, walked out of the door.
"Master, what do you want from me?"
"I'm almost done recovering from my injuries. I'll go down the mountain to see the two girls off today."
Jiang Wen said casually: "Are those four fat men still on the mountain?"
Lao Ye nodded a little confused and said: "Yeah, those weirdos can't be driven away. They eat, drink, sit and lie on Zhang Xianyan every day without wearing any clothes in the cold weather."
Yes, the remaining four Liujia generals under Hongyang Shengtong survived by practicing martial arts, and they have no missing arms or legs. They were able to jump around like headless flies earlier than Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen came to the foot of Dawang Peak.
In this regard, Jiang Wen could only sigh that the martial arts passed down by the former eunuch Luo Chunyi were really miraculous, but the price of hurting his roots was too heavy.
"They are all pitiful people... If they refuse to leave, just take them in. I will take the disciples down the mountain today, and it would be nice to keep a few more people in the group to show their appearance."
As soon as he said this, Yan Yongchun, Yuan Ziyi and the groom Lao Ye all looked at him in surprise.
Lao Ye hesitated and asked: "Master, are you... going to accept them as disciples? Is this inappropriate?"
The big, fat idiot who has been shirtless all year round without avoiding the cold and heat, does look a bit scary. He casually joins the Wuyi Sect, and it is indeed easy for outsiders to mistakenly think that this is some kind of welfare institution for the disabled...
Jiang Wen thought about it for a moment and came up with a solution.
"Then let's recruit four of them to join the sect as stone lions, and put two at the mountain gate and two at the palace gate. Their appearance is very good at exorcising ghosts and warding off evil spirits!"
After saying this, he put on his gray preaching robe, put on his crown with the Five Mountains Spiritual Pictures, and hid the copied rice paper in his sleeves.
"Now that the sails are sailing together and Chaoyu Island is under cultivation again, let's go to Huixian Temple to visit the real person Yuanhua."