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."
There were almost no servants in Meiluyuan at present, only a few old servants guarding the door. Without saying anything, Ouyang Rong went to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and started cooking in person.
Xie Xun couldn't help but look at the back of the recovering young man who was acting decisively.
When the master and apprentice met, they had a surprisingly tacit understanding and did not immediately talk in depth.
There are temptations and attitudes.
This is not polite and defensive, but too rude and too close.
Xie Lingjiang sweated a lot on the way back, and the sweat soaked her thin back shirt. She immediately returned to Yilanxuan in the Su Mansion to take a bath and incense.
Ouyang Rong felt that his cooking skills were not bad. He had practiced cooking when he lived outside in his previous life.
Especially before, when I went to inspect the hydrological features of the upper and lower reaches of Butterfly Creek with Liu Ashan and others, I often cooked outdoors and learned a lot.
Ah Shan's cooking skills are quite good, comparable to his sister's.
While cooking, Ouyang Rong looked slightly dazed.
At a certain moment, he suddenly looked back and stared at the empty kitchen behind him.
The figure of a dull, transparent man who often followed behind him was no longer there.
At the moment, Ah Qing and Liu Mu are not in Meiluyuan either. I heard from their junior sister that they have moved back to their home on the outskirts of the city and are dealing with Ah Shan's funeral. He has been in coma for many days and missed the main funeral...
Ouyang Rong turned his head and threw the firewood into the stove, "crackling", his eyes silently staring at the dancing flames in the stove.
After a while, he rubbed his face several times to temporarily calm down his emotions.
Just as he adjusted his expression, the movement of the junior sister was heard in the yard.
In the yard, Xie Xun, who was looking down in thought, also looked up at this moment.
"Huanwen, you..."
He was also a little surprised when he saw his daughter walking into the courtyard from the plum forest path.
Xie Xun couldn't help but ask: "Why is your hair so disheveled and not tied up? Hey, why are you wearing a skirt for the first time..."
After speaking, as if he thought of something, the middle-aged Confucian scholar paused in his words and looked sideways at his daughter.
"My hair is wet, it's not dry yet." Xie Lingjiang, with long black hair hanging over his shoulders, replied in a low voice.
As soon as he finished taking a bath and incense, Xie Lingjiang dismissed his maids, finished dressing, and immediately returned to his senior brother's courtyard with a Buddhist scripture in his arms.
"Where is senior brother?" Xie Lingjiang looked around and asked curiously: "He is cooking in the kitchen?"
Xie Xun stroked his beard and nodded.
Xie Lingjiang immediately walked over: "My daughter is going to help."
"Huanhan, can you cook?" Xie Xun was curious.
After being glared at by his precious daughter, the old father quickly shut up and nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, I'll see each other with admiration after three days apart, and try Huan Huan's craftsmanship."
However, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw his daughter, with wet hair and white dress, walking into the kitchen with her head held high.
What are you doing here to help? It's not helpful.
Xie Xun raised his forehead and shook his head, feeling a little headache.
In the kitchen.
"Elder brother, let me clean the rice!"
As soon as Xie Lingjiang entered the kitchen, she said seriously that she did her duty and stepped forward to help.
Ouyang Rong wiped his hands, turned around and asked, "Can you still do this?"
"You're looking down on me. You've learned this a long time ago." She said with a sullen face.
"Okay." Ouyang Rong gave way to the stove.
Miss Xie has just finished bathing. Her face, neck and other parts of her body are as white as snow, clean and beautiful, free from dust.
Wearing a moon-white long dress on her delicate body and a pretty waist, she looked like a graceful fairy descending to earth.
Her long, glossy black hair is casually draped over her shoulders. Compared with her heroic demeanor in the past when her hair was tied up and she wore a crown, she now looks a little more fairy-like.
At this moment, Xie Ling Jiang Qiaosheng passed by Ouyang Rong, and a few wisps of the fragrance of flowers penetrated his nose.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and saw Xie Lingjiang's serious look with his arms holding a book, and couldn't help laughing:
"Why are you still holding this Buddhist scripture?"
Xie Ling Jiang Qiong wrinkled her nose: "Didn't Senior Brother ask me to hold it?"
"When you come back, just put it on the table in my study. Forget it, you're so stupid. Besides, aren't you curious why I brought a Buddhist scripture back?"
"Well, why?" She tilted her head.
"There is a flower inside, a gift from Buddha," Ouyang Rong said seriously, "Let me give it to you and put it on your head."
He glanced at her long wet hair.
"Huh~" Xie Lingjiang looked dubious.
"Don't believe it? Then close your eyes." He sighed.
Xie Lingjiang rolled his eyes, "Only children believe it, don't close your eyes, it's old-fashioned."
Ouyang Rong nodded, took out a slender red rope from his sleeve, and threw it behind Xie Lingjiang's back in front of her.
"What are you doing?" Xie Lingjiang turned around cautiously, only to find that the red rope he threw was missing.
She looked around at the ground with a puzzled look on her face: "Where's the rope?"
Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Isn't it on your head?"
Xie Lingjiang turned her head instantly, lifted up her black hair on her shoulders and took a look. A beautiful hairpin was quietly attached to her blue hair.
This hairpin has a novel shape. It is composed of a piece of light blue glass in the shape of an iris petal and a red rope. The hairpin is beautiful.
Her little face was full of surprise, "This, this is..."
The legendary tripod sword was casually thrown to her by her senior brother, and it was temporarily used as a hairpin to tie up her black hair.
Ouyang Rong said seriously: "Just throw away the Buddhist scriptures. Give flowers to beauties. Buddha is of no use anymore."
Xie Lingjiang grabbed the glazed red rope hairpin floating on her hair and used it to tie up all her black hair. She looked down at the face and green silk threads reflected in the water tank, and felt her cheeks were burning, and her face was red and her voice was waxy:
"Elder brother, you... you seem to have changed, you have become different."
"It has definitely changed."
Ouyang Rong nodded. When he controlled the cauldron sword, the younger junior sister could not detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy on his body in front of him. She did not even notice that the cauldron sword left the Buddhist scriptures in her arms.
Xie Lingjiang's heart was filled with sweetness, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Is it true?"
Ouyang Rong was very sure: "Really, you also discovered it? I have become stronger, and my junior sister can no longer see my shadow when I attack."
"..." Xie Lingjiang.
Ouyang Rong suppressed the corner of his mouth and pretended not to see his junior sister puffing up her cheeks and humming in anger. He kept a serious expression and turned around to continue cooking.
After a while, the food was ready.
Ouyang Rong, Xie Ling Jiang and his daughter sat in the courtyard and had lunch together.