Yuan Xiaolou carried Ye Xiaochuan to the bed, wiped his body with warm water, and then started making ice cubes.
Cultivators are regarded as living gods by mortals because they have abilities that transcend mortals.
The higher the cultivation level, the more powerful the ability.
It's no problem to overturn the rivers and seas, call for the wind and rain, and chase the wind and the sun.
Yuan Xiaolou is a peerless master in the realm of harmony between man and nature. Making a few large ice cubes is no longer a problem for her.
She was afraid that Ye Xiaochuan would get too hot at night, so she made a lot of ice cubes. Not only did she use the only two large wooden barrels, she also found all the wooden and porcelain basins.
These containers were filled with water and placed in the bedroom. Then Yuan Xiaolou began to activate the real energy to condense the water in the containers into ice cubes.
During the melting process, the ice cubes will absorb a lot of heat, so the bedroom will not be so hot.
Yuan Xiaolou is a careful girl. In order to prevent the cold air from flowing out, she also specially sealed the gaps in the doors and windows, so that Ye Xiaochuan would feel better.
Not long after the ice cubes were made, the temperature in the room dropped a lot, it was cool and cool, and there were no sweat beads on Ye Xiaochuan's forehead, which made Yuan Xiaolou very happy.
She lay next to Ye Xiaochuan, resting on Ye Xiaochuan's arm, as if Ye Xiaochuan was holding her in his arms to sleep.
It was a very peaceful sleep. Yuan Xiaolou had not fallen asleep as peacefully as last night for a long, long time.
When she woke up early the next morning, the ice cubes in the containers placed on the floor of the house had not completely turned into water. She quickly took out all the pots and jars and started a new day's work.
In fact, the old storyteller has been living a good life recently. Apart from the fatigue of having to take care of two patients in the first few days, since Yuan Xiaolou woke up, the old storyteller has become an old man who has no fingers in the spring water.
In addition to taking care of Ye Xiaochuan, Yuan Xiaolou also has to take care of the storyteller and the rice bucket every day.
After the old storyteller got up, he simply washed himself and Yuan Xiaolou served breakfast.
It was still millet porridge with naan bread and pickles. The bag of rice that the old storyteller brought back last night was almost finished for both meals. The reason was that the rice bucket was too big.
There was no other way, so the old storyteller had no choice but to go out with his bamboo pole to tell stories and read fortune tellers again to make money to support his family.
After Yuan Xiaolou took Ye Xiaochuan out of the room to bask in the sun, he was busy all day.
First, I plowed the soil to plant flowers, which took half a day.
Seeing that Fan Tong liked to swing on the tree, but it always fell down with a plop, so Yuan Xiaolou found a thick rope and a few short pieces of wood to make a swing for Fan Tong.
This Coca-Cola spoiled me, and I spent the whole day playing on the swing instead of pestering Yuan Xiaolou to act cute.
The days just passed day by day.
Every day the old storyteller goes out to make money and inquire about news in the world.
Yuan Xiaolou, on the other hand, stayed at home to take care of Ye Xiaochuan and almost never left the yard.
On this day, the flowers and plants planted by Yuan Xiaolou had emerged from the soil. She squatted in the flower bed with a small hoe to weed.
Suddenly, the courtyard door was banged.
Yuan Xiaolou immediately became alert and walked over to open the door.
A group of soldiers in military uniforms rushed into the courtyard.
Yuan Xiaolou was naturally not afraid of a group of mortal soldiers, she was just worried that Ye Xiaochuan would be recognized.
As expected, these soldiers came for Ye Xiaochuan.
The leader, a captain, looked around the yard and saw a man lying on a deck chair in the yard, and a huge panda playing in the yard.
He spread out a portrait and said, "Have you seen the person in the portrait?"
Yuan Xiaolou took a closer look at the portrait, and it was Ye Xiaochuan who was painted on it.
She was secretly lucky that she had disguised herself for Ye Xiaochuan a while ago after Big Head left, otherwise she would have been recognized by these soldiers.
As long as Ye Xiaochuan's traces are exposed, Lantian County will be surrounded by countless cultivators in less than half a day.
What Qian Mian Sect is best at is imitation, not only imitating people's appearance, but also imitating language is an introductory course for Qian Mian Sect disciples.
It can be said that every disciple of Qianmianmen is proficient in various dialects and slang.
Yuan Xiaolou was wearing coarse linen clothes at the moment, and she looked exactly like a housewife from the Guanzhong area.
She said in authentic Guanzhong dialect: "Come back to Master Jun, I've never seen the person in this portrait before. Is he a wanted criminal?"
The captain rolled up the portrait and said, "Why are you asking so many questions? How many people are in your family?"
Yuan Xiaolou hurriedly said: "There are only three of us at home, the man, the man, and grandpa. Grandpa has gone out."
The captain asked his men to search each room. He walked to Ye Xiaochuan and said, "This is your man? What happened to him?" Yuan Xiaolou said sadly: "My man and my father-in-law are both from Zhenxi.
Jundi, last year in Yingzui Cliff, my father-in-law died at Wangfu Ridge outside Yingzui Cliff. The man was guarding Seizing the Stone Peak and was injured. He was like this when he was sent back. He kept waking up.
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When they heard that they were wounded soldiers sent back from the Yingzui Cliff battlefield, the captain and the surrounding sergeants were in awe.
The captain gently lifted up Ye Xiaochuan's clothes. Seeing scars everywhere on Ye Xiaochuan's body, he moved the corners of his mouth. He said slowly: "The battle at Yingzui Cliff last year was extremely brutal. Countless people died in the battle.
With tens of millions, there are almost no wounded soldiers. It is lucky for your man to come back alive. We are also members of the Zhenxi Army. The Zhenxi Army is all a family. You will live together in the future.
If you have any difficulties in life, go to the Western Army Camp in Yushan Town to find me. Brothers, let’s go.”
After sending away the group of soldiers, Yuan Xiaolou closed the door and continued working.
In fact, this was no longer the first group of people who knocked on the door to look for Ye Xiaochuan. On the fifth day after Yuan Xiaolou and others moved into the courtyard, a government official from Lantian County came to investigate.
In fact, not only Lantian County, but also the entire world has been searching for Ye Xiaochuan during this period.
After all, the number of cultivators is small, and sometimes they cannot search blatantly.
At this time, the importance of the imperial court became highlighted.
From first-tier cities to wilderness villages, they are all covered with Ye Xiaochuan’s paintings and portraits.
Everyone knows that they are looking for the disciple Ye Xiaochuan who left Cangyun Sect.
Anyone who provides any valid clues about Ye Xiaochuan will receive a reward of ten thousand taels.
The world has never paid such a high price for searching for a person, nor has the search for a person caused such a big commotion.
Two months have passed, and not only have there been no relaxations, but they have become more rigorous.
The reason why those big guys haven't given up looking for Ye Xiaochuan yet is because they can't imagine what the consequences of losing Ye Xiaochuan would be.
Ye Xiaochuan is so important. It's not his life that's important, but the things on his body and the magical powers he knows in his mind.