Being supported by Mr. Qian's family back to the brothel, when he could no longer see his fingers, Xiao Ju'er, who was still the most attentive, did not forget to leave a door open for Wei Changpan, and finally stepped through the door, relying on a burst of energy to survive until now.
As soon as the young man was discouraged, he fell to the ground, almost causing the people around him to fall as well.
Hearing the noise in front of the door, a few steps hurried over. The first one to come to her was Xiao Lan'er. This little girl who usually danced swords and swords with Yue Qingqing was the most enthusiastic. She recognized the bruised nose and swollen face at the moment.
What's tragic is that the face of the boy in the brothel who was the most popular with everyone changed immediately.
Seeing that Wei Changpan didn't have much energy to speak at this moment, Meier frowned and turned to ask the person who helped Wei Changpan back.
When they learned that it was the careless master who beat Wei Changpan like this, Xiao Laner and the few girls who arrived later looked at each other in shock.
"The master's attack was too harsh." Xiao Zhu'er, who was the first to speak angrily, said angrily, "It's okay to treat my apprentice harshly. How can I beat him like this?" She ate Wei Changpan's pastries the most.
The words are naturally biased.
Among the four, Mei'er is the oldest, most mature and stable one. It's not right to see Wei Changpan lying on the ground all the time. I asked Mr. Qian's family to help him back and drag him back to the brothel where Wei Changpan was sleeping.
On the bed, the quilts were carefully covered, but the thin-skinned girls were still at a loss for things like undressing and undressing others, and in the end they still kept their clothes on and covered themselves with the quilt.
After thanking the visitor and putting on a lantern and sending them out, Xiao Ju'er was alert and went to the second floor of the brothel to explain the whole story to the four beauties.
Yue Qingqing, who had traveled around the world and was proficient in medicine, took Wei Changpan's pulse and found that his face was fine and his breathing was steady. The most unexpected thing was that it would take half a year for her to get a glimpse of Wei Changpan's pulse.
Wei Changpan, who was on the threshold of the first level of martial arts, now looks at his appearance and has actually stepped onto the threshold. He can be called a first-level martial artist.
Although the foundation is still a little shaky and not very solid, after finally stepping onto the first floor, there is absolutely no reason to go back.
Finally heaving a sigh of relief, everyone in the brothel returned to their respective rooms. Xiao Pan was mostly tired at the moment, so he stopped disturbing others' minds and waited until they woke up.
The next day, as soon as the sky got a little brighter, there was a visitor to the brothel. It was Mr. Qian's family who helped Wei Changpan back yesterday. He said that his master couldn't worry about this apprentice, so he asked him to bring some plasters for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.
By the way, tell Wei Changpan to go to his place again when he can get off the ground. After all, the foundation of this first floor is not very strong, and he needs to do some tricks to stabilize the state. I heard you should answer the door.
Xiao Ju'er's face looked bad, and she secretly wondered why Xiao Pan, the unscrupulous master, seemed to have some conscience, and now he showed his true colors again, which made people feel bad.
Wei Changpan, who had been playing for an hour as usual, opened his eyes and looked at the position of the sun outside the window. He knew it was getting late. His body was still bruised and bruised, but he felt indescribably refreshed. He put on his clothes and
I hurriedly ran to the kitchen behind the brothel, thinking not to delay Grandma Chen when she went out to buy vegetables.
By chance, he bumped into Xiao Ju'er who was delivering medicine to Wei Changpan. His quick eyesight and hands quickly stopped him, but he almost knocked the light-footed Xiao Ju'er to the ground.
When Xiao Ju'er, who was full of anger, saw Wei Changpan's funny look with panda eyes and an apologetic look on his face, his already weak anger immediately disappeared, and he threw away the small porcelain bottle containing the blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing plaster with a smile.
It was given to Wei Changpan, who hurriedly caught it. When he looked up, Xiao Juer had already run away with a smile.
As soon as he opened the stopper on the small porcelain bottle, a strong smell of medicine hit his nose, which made Wei Changpan cough. Previously, Xiao Ju'er said that the effect of this plaster would be better when applied externally with hot water and taken internally. It took a lot of effort to get hot water.
Do this.
It has to be said that although Mr. Qian was ruthless when he started to use tricks, he was really generous to his apprentice. He applied a black and sticky plaster to the bruised area, and it took no more than a cup of tea to cause a faint fever and pain at the same time.
Subtract most of it.
After finally finishing the plaster, Grandma Chen had already gone to the street to buy vegetables. The burden carried by Wei Changpan was replaced by the vegetable basket carried by Mei'er and Xiao Zhu'er. The basket carried half the weight of the burden and carried it for more than half an hour.
The two little girls, who only did a few things every day to help their respective beauties dress up, rubbed their sore arms and almost didn't cry. They said that next time, Xiao Pan and Grandma Chen should go out to buy vegetables.
In addition to the indispensable fresh vegetables every day, Grandma Chen also brought back a shed and washed old hen today. She said that Cui Xiaoshan asked her to bring it back to Wei Changpan to stew soup to replenish his body. Diet for martial arts practitioners
No nutrition, little brothel
The food here is light, so there is no need to add an extra dish.
In the past, I had only heard stories about masters who wantonly oppressed their servants. Before Wei Changpan entered the brothel, he had already made a plan not to fight back or scold him. But now it was so different from what he had imagined before that he couldn't help but be a little confused.
Puzzled.
Noticing Wei Changpan's anxious look, Grandma Chen guessed what was on his mind and smiled and comforted her with a few words. First, we servants are so lucky to have such a good master. The girls are all good people.
Those common scandals in wealthy families are absolutely impossible. Secondly, the wife of the master has an old relationship with your master, so naturally she will not treat you as just a servant.
Wei Changpan, who was awakened by these words, felt a little embarrassed. He blushed and helped Nanny Chen go to the kitchen to turn on the bellows.
He felt as safe in the little brothel as he did in that low thatched hut.
It also feels like home.
After dinner, after washing the dishes and tidying up the table, Wei Changpan left the brothel and ran to Mr. Qian's house. Originally, he had not been able to reach the house for a moment, but today he only took half a moment to get there, holding Mr. Qian's hand in his hand.
He didn't blush or breath when he knocked on the door of the house, even the most minded person would be aware of it.
Could it be that after being beaten, he is already on the first level of martial arts according to his master?
At this moment, Wei Changpan was ecstatic that he had benefited from the disaster. He kept giggling "hehehehe" while still having some inexplicable associations in his heart.
The last time he was beaten, Mr. Qian taught him martial arts and gave him a dagger that he still couldn't bear to use. This time, after being beaten, he actually climbed to the first floor of martial arts. How could he get so many unexpected benefits from being beaten?
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When Mr. Qian opened the door, he saw Wei Changpan's silly smile and rolled his eyes. He thought that it was just the first time he climbed to the first floor. How could he be having fun with a master who cultivated martial arts like himself?
itch.
With a slap on Wei Changpan's shoulder, Mr. Qian burst into laughter.
If you don't push your limits today, can you help this kid feed him well?