Yuan Xiaolou looks young, but in fact she is not young at all. If she were in the mortal world, she would have grandchildren at her age.
No, I have a great-grandson.
She is Yuan Shaoqin's sister. She was born on the same day as Yuan Shaoqin. She is nearly seventy years old this year. Her cultivation level is even more extraordinary. She is the early stage of heavenly beings.
Looking at the entire world, the only person of her age who can compare with her is Wan Yan Wu Tears.
As for Qin Lan, Chu Mufeng, A Chitong and others, although they are also in the realm of gods and humans, they are almost a hundred years old, more than thirty years older than Yuan Xiaolou.
For cultivators, age is not a barrier that blocks love.
In the world of cultivation, those men and women who want to avoid being sentimental and resentful since ancient times always like to eat young grass like an old cow with pear blossoms weighing down begonias.
A man who is hundreds of years old likes an eighteen-year-old girl.
An old woman who is several hundred years old likes an eighteen-year-old boy.
There are many virtuous couples in the world of cultivation who are a hundred or even two hundred years apart.
Ye Xiaochuan is a tragic figure, not only in life, but also in love.
Although he wants to turn everything into a comedy, it is still a tragedy.
Take love as an example, it is like a begonia pressed by pear blossoms, a young grass that an old cow bows down to gnaw.
He had affairs with many beautiful fairies, but none of them were younger than him.
His fiancée Yun Qiyou is nearly ten years older than him, which is already the smallest distance.
Women such as Baili Yuan, Yang Yishuang, Du Chun, etc. are nearly two zodiac signs older than Ye Xiaochuan.
I don’t know if it’s a trend, but fairies nowadays like to play sister-brother romance, and Ye Xiaochuan is the younger brother who is loved.
Yuan Xiaolou knew her feelings very well, she didn't love Ye Xiaochuan.
If she had to give a reason for insisting on staying and taking care of Ye Xiaochuan, she thought it was gratitude.
Plus some sympathy, pity.
She is a kind person. No matter who the mummy is, as long as it is someone she knows, she will probably not choose to stay and take care of him. She is definitely not treating Ye Xiaochuan in a special way.
Facts have proved that she is a simple girl.
Being with a man all day long would make her have random thoughts and make her feel uneasy.
Yuan Xiaolou was just a little uncomfortable at first, and then he felt that it was normal.
She regards herself as an angel in white who saves lives and heals the wounded. It is a blasphemy to her profession to involve men and women.
Therefore, her meditation practice went smoothly without any distractions.
It is precisely because of her simplicity, because she is as pure as the purest snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, that she is more powerful than Wan Yan Wu Tears, and has broken through to the realm of gods and humans at a young age.
I meditated for two hours and the effect was very noticeable.
After all, she is a peerless master in the realm of harmony between man and nature. Once she wakes up from her coma, she can use Qigong to heal her injuries, and her injuries recover extremely quickly.
Just after dawn, Yuan Xiaolou woke up.
My injuries are much better and my strength is stronger than yesterday.
The old storyteller was still sleeping with his rice pail in his arms, but the big head that was sleeping on his legs also rolled to the ground.
Yuan Xiaolou glanced at Ye Xiaochuan, and then started to light the fire again, cook porridge, and boil medicine.
She is like Miss Xiaozhu, Ye Xiaochuan's younger junior sister, as hard-working as a little bee.
When the faint fragrance of porridge emitted from the ruined temple of the City God, Fan Tong woke up.
The old storyteller used the rice bucket as a Simmons mattress and was sleeping soundly. When the rice bucket smelled the aroma, he stood up and threw the old storyteller aside.
The gray-faced old storyteller, holding a piece of rotten wood, chased the rice bucket all over the room.
Yuan Xiaolou, who was cooking porridge and medicine, saw this scene and a rare smile appeared on his lips.
When a person is alive, a happy day is a day, and an unhappy day is also a day. If those worries are in your mind all day long, it will only make you depressed and uncomfortable.
Now Yuan Xiaolou only has one thing on his mind.
Not to avenge the Thousand Faces Sect, nor to worry about her younger brother, but to worry about her mother Banzhu Shui.
But her mother was imprisoned in the bamboo forest at the back of Cangyun Mountain, and it was impossible for Yuan Xiaolou to rescue her. In the seal shaft that day, her mother said that she had been used to it after decades in it.
, told her and Yuan Shaoqin not to think about rescuing themselves. As long as their siblings lived happily outside, they would be happy inside.
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Yuan Xiaolou felt that he was living happily, not for himself, but for his mother.
Seeing Yuan Xiaolou purse his lips and chuckle, the storyteller became even more happy.
Yuan Xiaolou is a person who really died once. Although he is still alive and resurrected, the physical resurrection is not a real resurrection. Only when the heart lock is unlocked can he be truly reborn.
Now Yuan Xiaolou will laugh. The old storyteller knows that this is a good start.
Yuan Xiaolou was smiling now, but she stopped laughing after a while.
She cooked the porridge and medicine, distributed rice porridge to Big Head, Rice Bucket, and Grandpa, and then walked towards Ye Xiaochuan with a bowl of medicinal soup.
He knelt down and gently raised Ye Xiaochuan's head. He was about to give Ye Xiaochuan medicine mouth-to-mouth when he suddenly smelled a strange smell.
She sniffed and sniffed, and soon discovered that the peculiar smell came from Ye Xiaochuan's body.
It's not a rancid smell.
It smells like urine.
Ye Xiaochuan wet the bed.
The last time I wet the bed was when I was sixteen years old, and was made into a rice dumpling by my sister Xiaochi.
The unbearable past happened again.
Yuan Xiaolou now finally understood the meaning of what Big Head said last night.
I also understand why grandpa was hesitant to talk about feeding Ye Xiaochuan sugar water last night but stopped talking.
She overlooked two important things.
First, Ye Xiaochuan is now a mummy and cannot move.
Second, Ye Xiaochuan's Dantian was broken and his cultivation was abolished.
Especially the second point is very important. As long as cultivators reach a certain level, they can stop pooping and peeing. Even when they are sleeping, the true energy in their bodies will flow on their own, neutralizing and absorbing feces, urine and other dirty things.
, impurities that cannot be absorbed will pass through the skin pores
Excreted from the body.
In the entire world of cultivation, except for Ye Xiaochuan who holds back a large amount of urine and pours it into the river every morning, there are very few cultivators who poop and pee.
Unless you have a bad stomach.
Sugar is a diuretic. Yuan Xiaolou kindly fed Ye Xiaochuan sugar water last night. He only thought that Ye Xiaochuan would feel better after drinking the bitter medicine, and did not think about the problem of defecation at all.
The old storyteller had considered this issue, so he only gave Ye Xiaochuan juice from the Chaos Fruit, which was almost entirely filled with spiritual energy, and did not give Ye Xiaochuan any water along the way.
After discovering the source of the urine smell, Yuan Xiaolou turned around and shouted: "Grandpa, Mr. Ye seems... he seems to have wet the bed!"
The big head, which was eating porridge like a puppy, heard this and rolled on the ground. Because its four legs were very short and pointed upward, it seemed that it could not turn over.
Immediately afterwards, there was a pop, and the rice bucket was rolling on the ground. It seemed that they had a high degree of tacit understanding about Ye Xiaochuan's bedwetting.