Meng Gu'an burst out laughing. He was used to seeing Ji Xing being indifferent to everything. It was really refreshing to see him showing off his temper occasionally.
Ran smiled and let him laugh, Ji Xing drank tea calmly, not even bothering to look at him.
After a while, when he saw that Meng Gu'an had smiled enough, he said: "I have brought you the news. It is up to you what to do."
Meng Gu'an also sat down, leaned closer and said, "Doing this will probably cause the Yi family to lose all the markets north of Qiankun Gate. Don't worry, if you find out when the time comes, the uncles and ancestors of the Yi family will take turns to trouble you."
“Come and come.”
Ji Xing put down his teacup, stood up and said, "It's time for me to leave, poor monk. By the way, I heard today that Meng Changlong has arrived in Gulang. I'm afraid he came prepared. After this competition, he might go to the Meng family to recognize his ancestors."
Zong."
Meng Gu'an had a headache when he mentioned this person, and rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand, "Recognizing your ancestors and returning to your clan is a trivial matter. After all, he is of the blood of my Meng family. I'm afraid that if he doesn't have a clear head later, he will eat everything inside and outside."
I'm tired of it."
Ji Xing slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, "He may not be so clear-headed now. After all, it was not the Meng family who raised him."
Ji Xing's words hit the nail on the head, and Meng Gu'an knew it very well, so he had an even greater headache.
"Let's go." After all, it is a family matter of the Meng family. Meng Gu'an can just let him have a headache. As a monk, he shouldn't interfere too much.
…
Long after Shang Xun left, He Zhan came to the room to look for Tong Yan with the freshly cooked porridge.
The process of eating was very difficult, and when I raised my head to swallow, it would occasionally involve the wound on my waist, causing bursts of throbbing pain.
Tong Yan never imagined that one day even eating would become a kind of torture.
When she was half full, she stopped eating.
After He Zhan packed his things, he sat next to him and said as if he had been thinking for a long time: "Sister Yan, take me with you wherever you go from now on. Now that I have established the foundation, although I can't help much, at least
…I won’t let you face danger alone again.”
The more he continued to talk, the sadder his expression became, showing his extreme frustration that someone wanted to hurt her or kill her, but he was unable to do anything about it.
If I had the same cultivation level as Master Shang, could I protect her from harm?
Speaking of being ambushed this time, Tong Yan was also afraid. He was not afraid of thieves, but worried about them. He didn't go out in the past few days and nothing happened. Once he went out, he fell into the trap of those people.
Setting up a teleportation array in the city was no small project, and it happened to be a place she would walk through.
Qian Chuan Zi is something that many people will really miss.
Tong Yan did not directly respond to He Zhan's words. In this case, even if he was there, there would only be one more person lying on the bed.
"You practice hard, and when your cultivation reaches a high level, we can practice together."
For He Zhan, not rejecting means agreeing. He smiled meekly and said, "I will practice hard."
Soon, Shang Xun and the others came back, and everyone entered the room.
When Shang Xun saw that his room was full of people, he couldn't help but frowned, but he didn't chase them away immediately. He just urged: "If you have nothing to do, hurry out and don't disturb her rest."
Huo Qizhi & Xiao Lou: We just entered...
The owner of the room didn't want to see them, so Huo Qi and the others had no choice but to chat with Tong Yan for a few words, and then left one by one, planning to come back next time.
This time, He Zhan was also kicked out.
Soon, only Tong Yan and Shang Xun were left in the room.
"Master, what did you do just now?" Tong Yan casually started talking while lying on the bed, bored.
Shang Xun: "I went to help you get some pocket money."
??
"What kind of pocket money are you asking for? Where can I ask for it?" Tong Yan asked with big doubts in her little eyes.
Shang Xun smiled mysteriously and gave it away, "You'll know in a few days."
"Why does it take a few days? Can't you tell me now?"
"Okay, but I'm too lazy to say it."
"...This reason is so strong and the logic of thinking is so rigorous that the disciple cannot refute it."
"Master, how long will I stay in bed?" Actively staying in bed and lying on the bed unable to move to recuperate are completely different things. The former is enjoyable and the latter is uncomfortable.
Can you imagine what it feels like to lie down on your back and be unable to turn over until your butt hurts?
Shang Xun groaned, "It's only ten days and a half, and you can almost get out of bed after the competition."
"Just...just?!" Tong Yan repeated these two words in disbelief. He couldn't move his upper body "only", but did he have to lie down for so long?
As if he didn't hear Tong Yan's unwillingness, Shang Xun said deliberately: "You can stay in bed for two more days if you want. I have no shortage of beds here."
Tong Yan said confidently, "I feel like I will be able to walk around the day after tomorrow."
"Then we'll talk about it the day after tomorrow."
Shang Xun made the final decision, and she curled her lips and said, "Okay."
After the room was quiet for a while, a disciple came outside the door to report that a Buddhist cultivator had come to visit Tong Yan.
Shang Xun, a Buddhist cultivator, didn't recognize him, so he looked at Tong Yan, who looked a little excited.
Tong said: "Master, let him come in. He is a Buddhist cultivator from Yunchan Temple, a young master I met a long time ago."
Shang Xun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Tong Yan for a while before he said slowly, "Really? Then let someone come in."
The disciple went down and quickly brought Ji Xing up.
"Young Master Shang." Ji Xing thought there was only Tong Yan in the room, but he was not surprised to see Shang Xun here, so he immediately said hello to him.
Shang Xun met Ji Xing on the day of the Nascent Soul Ceremony. He had an appearance so rare in the world that it would be difficult not to remember him.
After confirming in his heart that he was a Buddhist cultivator from Yunchan Temple, Shang Xun felt a little relieved. Shang Xun nodded slightly and said, "You guys talk."
Then he turned around and walked outside the door, making room for the two of them to talk.
"Little master, please sit down and pour tea as you please. It's not convenient for me to get up, so I won't be polite to you." Tong Yan said.
"It's okay." Ji Xing smiled slightly, and then asked: "I heard that your injury was very serious, and it hurt the Dantian, but it is really so serious."
"It's not that exaggerated, but it's almost the same. The knife meant to stab the Dantian missed the target and hit the waist."
Ji Xing breathed a sigh of relief for her after hearing this. After all, there is no example in the world of cultivation where Dantian can be repaired after being damaged.
"Those hands were crippled and seemed to have been mixed with water." Ji Xing thought about it before, Shang Xun told Zhao Xianji how serious her injuries were, which shocked everyone, and couldn't help but feel a little...
funny.
Tong Yan was confused when she heard that her hands were disabled?
Ji Xing walked forward and said, "Can I allow the poor monk to check your injury? There are healing techniques in Buddhism. Maybe you can give it a try."
Tong Yan trusted Ji Xing very much, and he immediately agreed and said, "Of course it's okay."
After receiving permission, Ji Xing was about to take action when Shang Xun suddenly came in and stopped him.
"How do you check it and how do you treat it?"
Although Shang Xun was outside the door, he was worried about the two of them being alone together. One of them was a Buddhist who didn't know the details, so after going out, he always paid attention to what was going on in the room.