The night at Yang Cave is quiet and full of music theory. The wind passes through the woods, the sound of waterfalls, and every sound of nature echoes in the valley like a symphony.
Ouyang Rong greeted the aunts in advance, and the orphanage did not worry about the situation of the master and apprentice.
Wen Renle sat in the hut, with many thoughts, complex expressions constantly changing on his face, sometimes worried and sometimes depressed.
"In the novel, the master has opened up the two lines of Ren and Du for the apprentice, usually personal contact, and maybe even..." Thinking of this, Wen Renle wanted to return to the mountain and lake, but when she thought of the master being busy for herself, she Can't help but dispel the idea of giving up.
Nervously tidying up the light jacket, because of the advent of autumn, both men and women are adding a piece of clothing.
Because of the lack of clothes, Wen Renle has borrowed Ouyang Guo's clothes from beginning to end. Ouyang Guo did not reject this. After all, she was devoted to studying and had no time to dress herself.
As long as Wen Renle is responsible for washing the clothes and putting them away, she has no objection.
"It doesn't matter, let's not mention the master, but he is an old man in his seventies. Even if he really needs personal contact, as a gentleman, the master will definitely not move his hands." Wen Renle patted his face and asked himself to forcibly cheer up. In the next second, she suddenly thought of the news that the old man molested the girl, and she couldn't help but panicked with her nails on the desktop.
Ouyang Rong's face flashed in his mind, gentle, serious, happy, and annoyed. In the end, the picture freezes the appearance of that simple young man when he first met.
Perhaps Wen Renle dared to follow Ouyang Rong because of the voice from the bottom of his heart on the first side.
"Don't worry, he won't harm me."
Gradually, Wen Renle walked out of the hut, sitting on the wooden steps in front of the door, with his arms around his knees, waiting for Ouyang Rong's return.
For a long time, when Wen Renle was about to fall asleep again, a figure was running towards the hut on the gravel path in the distance.
"Master!" Wen Renle exclaimed joyfully, standing up and waving to Ouyang Rong, the other party also speeded up like a response.
Ten minutes later, Ouyang Rong returned to the house. Above the bamboo stand in front of him, many precious medicinal materials in the world were placed there, waiting for Ouyang Rong to deal with it.
Picking up the sharp bamboo knife on the side, a few blue lights flashed, Ouyang Rong's clever knifemanship dazzled Wen Renle and applauded subconsciously.
"Master can cook." Wen Renle exclaimed, watching Ouyang Rong's skillful way of arranging dishes. As a woman, Wen Renle feels ashamed.
Listening to the apprentice's heartfelt voice, Ouyang Rong can be said to be both happy and a little embarrassed.
"I learned some time when I was young, and basic home cooking is fine." Ouyang Rong smiled lightly. In order to ensure the medicinal properties of the herbs, every place where the knife is used to remove impurities and leave only the essence.
Pour the whole medicinal materials into the soup pot, and then simmer it over a low heat. After everything was done, Ouyang Rong did not stop the action of the bamboo knife, and gently took out potatoes and other vegetables from the sack on the side. He was happy to see it and asked immediately. .
"Master, shall we not go back for dinner tonight?"
"Well, it's getting late, and there isn't much food left when I go back." Ouyang Rong paid attention to the condition of the soup pot, and prepared the cut vegetables one by one into the big iron pot. At this time, Wen Renle found out. In the dark part of the stove, there is a small door, which is full of spices for cooking.
Seeing the master's busy back, Wen Renle felt a moment of relaxation, and then ran to the bamboo table outside the hut to lie down and make a salted fish waiting to be fed.
In just half an hour, two plates of stir-fried vegetables, a soup pot and a few big buns appeared on the bamboo table.
"Yangku has no rice, nor can it be steamed. I hope that the food will suit your appetite."
Wen Renle nibbled the big steamed bun, ate the stir-fried vegetables, and glanced at the soup pot from time to time. Ouyang Rong's craftsmanship was so good that she couldn't stop her mouth.
"When you drink the medicine before you go to bed, you will be able to feel the changes in your dantian early tomorrow morning."
Ouyang Rong looked at his apprentice tenderly, Wen Renle thought it was delicious, and he was also very satisfied.
"Master, I thought how difficult it is for you to open a dantian for me. It turns out that I only need to drink medicine. It's really easy." Wen Renle touched his stomach and sat in front of her with the medicinal juice carefully prepared by Ouyang Rong. It exudes the fragrance of medicinal materials.
Ouyang Rong sat on the opposite side and smiled without saying a word, looking forward to the apprentice's next reaction.
"Ganoderma lucidum, you must drink up this medicine so that I won't make the master angry."
Hearing this, Wen Renle, who had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, nodded with a smile and agreed.
Smelling the aroma in the bowl, Wen Renle took a sip, and in the next second, she vomited as much as she drank.
"Master, I want to keep looking for gas."
This kind of taste is something that Wen Le has never experienced in this life. The fragrance is pleasant on the surface, but it is hard to swallow.
Ouyang Rong sat next to Wen Renle, "Ganoderma lucidum, you promised that you will finish the drink."
He took the bowl of Wenrenle, shook a spoon and placed it next to her mouth, forcing the apprentice to drink up the medicine.
"Hey, the master is by the side, don't be afraid."
Water splashed in Wen Renle's eyes, even so, Ouyang Rong did not waver at all.
For Wen Renle at this moment, the master is the most terrifying monster, even when facing Ouyang Lingzhi, she is not so timid.
Swallowing the black concoction in the spoon, Ouyang Rongsheng was afraid that Wen Renle would vomit the precious concoction again, and quickly covered the apprentice's mouth with one hand.
Seeing the rolling of her throat, Ouyang Rong relieved her hand, "Ganoderma lucidum opens her mouth, there are many if you like it."
"Master, I don't want to drink it anymore."
Holding back the tears in her eyes, Wen Renle took another sip of the concoction. This time, she swallowed it consciously without Ouyang Rong doing it.
In Ouyang Rong's eyes, Wen Renle with tears in his eyes is so pitiful. He smiled relievedly and said softly: "Ganoderma lucidum, the master apologizes to you, but you must drink this medicine."
Wen Renle nodded, and firmly grasped Ouyang Guo's sweatpants with both hands, her palms were sore by her nails.
Finally, when there was not a drop of medicinal juice left in the soup pot, the master and the apprentice breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Wenrenle entered the hut in despair, fell on the bamboo tree, and couldn't sleep.
Ouyang Rong, who came afterwards, put his coat on the apprentice, then walked out of the hut and began to pack the dishes.
After clearing everything, he found the carpet in the wooden box, spread it on the grass outside, and lay on it.
Looking at the dark sky of the Yang Cave, Ouyang Rong was not drowsy, and kept thinking about the procedures for the apprenticeship certification.
"In addition to opening the dantian, there is also a certificate of master and apprentice, to drive the demon soldiers—" Suddenly, Ouyang Rong got up. He forgot the most important point. When receiving the certificate of apprenticeship, there is also a history of life that needs to be registered.
"Speaking of which, I don't know the family situation of Lingzhi yet."
"Well, as a master, this is too dereliction of duty." (End of this chapter)