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Chapter 8

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Mu Xue released her consciousness and realized that Cen Xiaoshan was clearly in the courtyard, but he did not move or answer her call.

She walked out of the house and saw the boy half-kneeling on the ground, holding on to the wall with one hand. When he saw her coming out, he waved his hand to stop her from approaching, but she couldn't help turning her head and vomiting.

He seemed to want to walk out of the courtyard, but he couldn't control himself on the way and vomited so much that he could hardly get up.

Mu Xue stepped forward to help him.

Cen Xiaoshan waved his hand and pushed Mu Xue back. His face turned red from suppressing it, and veins popped out on his forehead. He forced himself to say half a sentence, "This place is too dirty. Master, please come in quickly... um."

Mu Xue quickly took out an alms bowl from the Qiankun bag, took a look at it, and found that it was a purple-gold dragon's magic weapon. At this time, I didn’t care about so much, so I handed it to Cen Xiaoshan first. Cen Xiaoshan hugged the alms bowl, squatted on the ground, and vomited regardless.

After a lot of fussing, he regained his breath, and with a weak voice, he gasped and explained, "It's okay, Master, I have nothing to do. I will clean it now."

He then slowly stood up and walked to the sink where he could wash.

His thin and small back was trembling slightly, his messy black hair was covered with fine white snow, and his face looked paler than the cold snow on this cold night.

Mu Xue looked at the back and suddenly remembered a memory from a long time ago.

She didn't know why at the time, maybe she felt a little bored after living alone for too long, so she raised a monster cub in the yard that should have been killed and sold.

I built a shelter for that little thing, gave it food to eat, and gave it clean water to drink. Gradually, when the beautiful little thing with colorful feathers saw her coming home, it would flutter and call a few times, and would nuzzle her hand with its little head from time to time.

Speaking of which, that little thing has no function other than eating it. But those days seemed to be a rare time when Mu Xue felt happy. There was movement at home, and someone came out to greet me when I came home. The snowy yard became alive and was no longer just a cold, empty shell.

But I don’t know why, but one day the little thing suddenly refused to eat anymore, and his shiny hair also lost its luster and became messy.

With its back hunched and its head lowered, it slowly walked a few steps in the snow in the yard, then fell into a snowdrift and never moved again.

After that, Mu Xue never raised anything else.

Cen Xiaoshan's limping back overlapped with his past memories for no reason.

Mu Xue suddenly realized that life was not just for him to eat. If he was given a few cushions, he would definitely be able to live by his side. He might also be like the little beast, suddenly falling into a snowdrift and never getting up again.

After catching up with the first few steps, Mu Xue held onto Cen Xiaoshan's arm, which was leaning on crutches. The arm was shaking violently, and heavy cold sweat was rolling down drop by drop from his bloodless face.

Mu Xue touched his forehead, "Why is it so hot? Are you... sick?"

However, no matter which path a person who cultivates the truth takes, most of them have the effect of cultivating the essence, relieving diseases and strengthening the body. Mu Xue, who has almost reached the golden elixir stage, has long forgotten what it means to be sick.

Mu Xue knew that Cen Xiaoshan was injured, but after he arrived, he worked diligently and efficiently, using crutches to quickly get everything in order, barely taking a moment to rest.

I gradually got used to it as a matter of course and forgot about his physical condition.

Now think about it, can a child under ten years old really bear such intense work

"I'm fine. I'll be fine soon..." Cen Xiaoshan gasped and said half a sentence before he fell down.

Mu Xue caught him.

Cen Xiaoshan leaned against Mu Xue and kept panting. The bright and moving life seemed to be quickly escaping from him. He began to become pale and weak, and his body was frighteningly hot.

You can't go on like this, you have to see a doctor.

Mu Xue pushed open the door of the courtyard and tossed it casually. A smooth metal triangular plate was quietly suspended in the air. This was Mu Xue's flying magic weapon, named "UFO".

Mu Xue turned around and reached out to hold Cen Xiaoshan.

Cen Xiaoshan held one hand on the door frame, with white lips, looking at Mu Xue in silence.

"I... recovered quickly."

"What's going on? I've been holding you back for several days. Come out quickly."

Mu Xue reached out to pull him, but Cen Xiaoshan held on to the door frame and refused to take a step forward.

"I... won't read those books anymore." He suddenly said without any clue.

"What?" Mu Xue didn't understand what he said.

Cen Xiaoshan lowered his head, tightened his lip line, and his eye circles were slightly red. After a moment of stalemate, he said, "If the master has any rules, I...slave, the slave must kneel and listen to the instruction, follow it respectfully, and never exceed it."

Although he always called Mu Xue his master, he cleverly never called himself a slave.

He was obviously eager to please Mu Xue, but he never acted servilely or waggled his tail in begging for mercy. Instead, he used his intelligence, ability, diligence and thoughtfulness to show his value to Mu Xue.

Mu Xue knew that this child had a sensitive self-esteem and pride in his heart.

This was the first time that he truly lowered his head in front of Mu Xue.

"Xiaoshan, are you confused by the fever? I'm taking you to see a doctor."

"Look, see a doctor?" Cen Xiaoshan raised his head in surprise,

"Otherwise, where do you think it will take you?"

Mu Xue was no longer impatient and pulled Cen Xiaoshan out, who was in a daze, and hugged his suspended flying magic weapon.

Countless tiny pieces of metal on the UFO's tail fin stood upside down and spread out, spewing out long tail smoke, gliding through the air quickly and lightly towards the sky.

Mu Xue flew all the way into a conservative medical clinic. The old-school decoration style has a very eye-catching lantern hanging at the door as a sign.

The doctor sitting in the hospital was a short and thin old medical practitioner. He was stingy and harsh in speech, but his medical skills were superb. Because he has lived in Fulong City for a long time, everyone calls him Uncle Nian.

Uncle Nian raised his eyelids, glanced at Cen Xiaoshan held in Mu Xue's hand, and snorted, "Mortals can't be cured."

Mu Xue seemed to be very familiar with him and didn't care about his words. She just put Cen Xiaoshan on the hospital bed.

"Mortals can't cure it, right? Then I won't repair the medical instrument you said was broken before."

"Still so sharp-tongued and not feminine at all, no wonder I can't get married and am only qualified to be a blacksmith." Uncle Nian cursed and finally walked out from behind the counter.

"Nonsense, how can I not be feminine? The day before yesterday, the head of the Yan family said that she would give me her youngest son as my husband's attendant."

"You agreed?" Uncle Nian took out a monocular and put it on the bridge of his nose.

"How is that possible? If I have the time, I might as well practice a few more magic weapons. Isn't it delicious to practice them? The Great Dao is my only goal."

Uncle Nian pulled the wrinkles at the corner of his mouth, agreeing with Mu Xue's words, and bent down to check Cen Xiaoshan's injuries.

"Nonsense." He just checked Cen Xiaoshan's pulse and shook his head repeatedly. "This child has been hungry for a long time, his spleen and stomach are weak, and his transportation is abnormal. You suddenly gave him big fish and meat and overeating, how could he ever bear it? ”

Mu Xue opened her mouth and said,

"As for the leg bone that was crushed with external force, you didn't put the broken bone back into place, so you used magic to forcefully heal the injury. Aren't you going to kill him?" Uncle Nian stood up after checking Cen Xiaoshan's ankle. , "This leg is completely disabled, and I have no way to cure it. Take it away, take it away."

Mu Xue grabbed him and said, "Uncle Nian, if you can't heal this injury, your signature will be gone."

Uncle Nian blew his beard and glared, "He's a slave, right? It's not impossible to treat him. You have to tell him in advance that the cost of treating his leg is enough to buy two or three like him."

He was afraid that Mu Xue wouldn't believe it, so he explained nonchalantly, "Don't think it's easy for mortals. It's only mortals who have trouble. They're too fragile. It's troublesome to perform surgery and it's complicated to use medicine."

Cen Xiaoshan was lying on the hospital bed, looking straight at Mu Xue, his eyes misty, weak and powerless, revealing a silent prayer.

Mu Xue sighed, pinched the center of her brows, and said to the unscrupulous quack doctor who fell in love with money, "If you can cure it well, I will forge a magic weapon for craniotomy for you. It's what you hang on every day." The one on my lips.”

"Are you serious?" Uncle Nian straightened his rickety back, rubbed his palms and said, "That's okay, that's okay, don't worry, he's just a mortal, it's a piece of cake for you, Uncle Nian, to keep my records. After the surgery, he was back to his former self.”

Uncle Nian stretched out his skinny fingers, and puppets dozens of inches tall lined up and climbed onto the operating bed covered with white cloth.

They held instruments and were busy around Cen Xiaoshan's legs. Some of them spread their tiny fingers and were responsible for spraying anesthesia, and some of them held long thin knives to cut the skin. Four or five people worked hard to hold the rope in place. Four or five people were busy cutting out the carrion and ligating blood vessels. Some even stretched their long arms to get between the cut muscles, looking for bone fragments and splicing them back to their original positions one by one.

Cen Xiaoshan calmly accepted this strange treatment, slowly closing his eyes as if falling into a drowsy state.

"It's just a mortal child, and everyone in Mu is willing to bother for him, isn't it?" Uncle Nian said in a low voice.

Mu Xue looked at the boy with his eyes closed on the hospital bed and nodded: "Uncle Nian, what do you think?"

The old doctor Xiu stroked his goatee and said, "Just ask me about this. To be honest with you, he is a rare beauty and talented person."

No one noticed that at this time, the long eyelashes of the seemingly sleeping young man trembled slightly.

Fine snowflakes are flying in the desolate and solemn Futon City,

Mu Xue stood on the UFO, holding a thin body wrapped in a blanket in her arms.

The small flying magic weapon dragged a long tail of smoke and dust, bypassing the huge ferocious stone sculptures, passing through the tall stone walls, and flying through the interlaced light and shadow of various colored lights in the city's night sky.

Passing over the cargo street, the night market here is bustling, with sultry music and weird lights, interweaving to show the prosperity of the dark night.

"Master." A gentle call came from within the blanket.

"Are you awake?" Mu Xue looked down at the boy in her arms, "Change your name. From now on, you won't call me Master, but Master."

Cen Xiaoshan closed his eyes, hearing the howling wind and snow, but he was well protected, and not a single snowflake fell through the thick blanket.

At his feet was the purgatory-like goods street. Originally, on a night like this, he had already been grabbed by countless demons by his limbs, torn apart his body, and dragged into the deepest part of the mire.

Fortunately I met this person.

This is a strange woman. She looks cold, but is softer than anyone else.

As long as she deliberately makes it harder, she will feel guilty. If it was more miserable, she would sympathize. She might even be grateful for taking the trouble to please.

In a world like Floating City, do such people still exist

Cen Xiaoshan leaned against that warm chest and wanted to smile.

After all kinds of calculations, I finally achieved my goal. I should be full of joy, but I don't know why I feel so bitter in my heart.

Ruan Honglian came to Mu Xue's home and opened her beautiful red lips exaggeratedly.

"Oh my god, I haven't been here for only a few months. I really thought I had left somewhere, so I walked out and looked at it several times."

She looked around Mu Xue's house, the shiny floor, the neat bookshelves, and the classified containers.

The strange smelting equipment was polished to a shiny finish and placed in an orderly manner on the table.

The chemical formation was clean and the oil bath was bubbling.

"After three days of separation, I have to dig out my eyes for you." Ruan Honglian sighed.

Cen Xiaoshan came into the room with a tea tray and placed a cup of tea and a plate of snacks in front of Mu Xue and Ruan Honglian's tables.

In front of Mu Xue was still the chrysanthemum tea, but in front of Ruan Honglian was the popular Biyunchun in Futon City.

Ruan Honglian took a sip and said, "Ah, it tastes delicious. I finally don't have to bring my own tea when I come to your house. The refreshments are also delicious. What are they made of?"

Cen Xiaoshan didn't say much, smiled and saluted, turned and left.

Ruan Honglian looked at his retreating back and hurriedly swallowed the tea in her mouth, "Xiaoxue, I'm convinced this time. Your eyes are too good. This child is both beautiful and capable. You slave is It’s worth buying.”

Mu Xue smiled: "He is no longer a slave, I accepted him as my disciple."

"Ah, you're accepting a disciple now? But it's no wonder you, he does have talent. Look at you, tens of thousands of people have been refined. In a short period of time, he was able to distinguish and sort out, and he also learned how to process Pre-processing is really rare, doesn’t it relieve you a lot?”

Ruan Honglian was talking, stretched and rubbed her belly, and suddenly farted loudly. Her face turned red all of a sudden, and just as she was about to cover it up, a series of noises came out from behind her.

Ruan Honglian has always loved beauty, but this time she was so upset that she couldn't get off the stage, her face turned red, and she hurriedly said goodbye.

When Cen Xiaoshan came in to put away the tea, Mu Xue called him.

"After learning a little bit, I became more courageous. Do you think Honglian didn't notice it, and I couldn't tell it either?" She stretched out her hand to light the tea table, "There is no problem with the tea, and there is no problem with the refreshments. Only Honglian drank Biyun. If Chunruo is mixed with Dora fish meat, it will have an immediate effect of revitalizing the intestines. I'm afraid Honglian will make jokes from time to time. "

She remembered that Ruan Honglian had not dared to go out casually for several days and farted loudly at every turn, and she couldn't help but want to laugh out loud. Just because I had just become a master and wanted to maintain the majesty of a teacher, I suppressed it forcefully.

Cen Xiaoshan did not quibble, he knelt down in front of her, lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "I know I was wrong, please punish me, Master."

Mu Xue coughed and took on the master's attitude, "Although it's just a small matter, you can't go without punishment. The first punishment is that you are not good at your studies, you are daring, and you deceive the teacher. The second punishment is you...I punish you with that."

"I'm punished twice for being narrow-minded and will definitely retaliate. Senior Honglian stopped Master from buying me back, so I'm still grudges and complaining to this day." Cen Xiaoshan took the initiative to answer the question.

"Since you know it yourself, then I'll punish you... I'll punish you with a slap in the face."

Mu Xue looked around for her favorite board. Cen Xiaoshan had already stood up and picked up a soft wooden stick with excellent toughness from the shelf. He handed it to Mu Xue respectfully.

He then unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his thin and fair back, and prostrated in front of Mu Xue in an orderly manner.

The whole set of movements was smooth and skillful, as if it had been done countless times.

The back was crisscrossed with scars of various sizes, old and new. Obviously, this frail body has been subjected to this kind of abuse repeatedly since childhood.

Looking at the skinny, scarred back. Mu Xue could no longer swing the wooden stick in her hand.

As a teacher, if you fail to teach your apprentice the first time, your dignity in the future will be lost. Mu Xue thought about it, picked up the little apprentice who was kneeling on the ground, put him on his knees, raised his hand and patted him.

Cen Xiaoshan struggled a little when he was hit with the first blow, but he stopped resisting after the second blow. Before the third blow fell, Mu Xue noticed that the tips of the ears of the boy lying on her knees were red.

He lay stiffly on Mu Xue's legs, motionless, and the red color spread from his ears to the back of his neck.

Mu Xue's hand hanging in the air could no longer clap.

Otherwise, forget it. He has always been a well-behaved child,

Who didn’t do a few outrageous things when they were young

After two gentle punishments, there was no more movement. Cen Xiaoshan waited for a long time and raised his head in confusion.

The seats they were sitting at were next to the chemical formation in the room.

There was a boiling oil bath pot placed on top of the formation, with a long condensation tube attached to the pot. The moment Cen Xiaoshan raised his head, he saw a drop of water seeping out from the gap in the cracked pipe and dripping into the boiling oil pan.

Pour cold water into the pan! It will blow up the pot!

Before Cen Xiaoshan could exclaim, he realized that he had been lifted up completely and brought to the corner of the wall. A figure protected him between his arms and the wall.

There was a loud roar and crackling hot oil flowers, overwhelming the sky.

Thick smoke, sparks, and a huge killing cry.

Such a situation had happened in his life.

That time, the enemy invaded the family, and the clansmen were unable to resist. As an orphan at that time, he was pushed out by his adoptive father.

This time, there was someone who held him tightly in his arms with his own body.

After the smoke dissipated, Mu Xueshi pulled up the little apprentice who seemed to be petrified and looked around, "Are you okay? I forgot to wear a defensive magic weapon for you. You almost got burned."

The young apprentice raised his clear eyes to look at her, looked at her for a long time, and said softly,

"I was wrong. I should not have deceived Master. Please punish me."

"Forget it, forget it." Mu Xue thought he was still talking about the previous punishment and waved her hand, "It's not a big deal. Just don't do this next time."

Cen Xiaoshan lowered his head, "I am so unfilial and arrogant, deceiving Master. I am not worthy of Master treating me like this."

Mu Xue knelt down in front of him and touched his head.

"Don't say that, Xiaoshan. You respect Master very much, and Master knows it in his heart. You have also helped me a lot. Since you came, I really feel that my life has been much happier."

The days spent with Xiaoshan are really the most comfortable time in my life.

Fortunately, the lifelike butterfly flew into Xiaoshan's hands. Only then did he have the opportunity to get to know this lovely apprentice.

Maybe I have to thank the butterfly.

When Mu Xue was thinking this, a golden butterfly flew in front of her eyes.

The butterfly's gold foil-like wings flapped gracefully, and the scenery in front of me began to become blurry.

Countless noisy voices rang in Mu Xue's ears.

"She got it, she got it, the butterfly didn't scatter, it even glowed."

"Selected, selected. This girl is selected."

"Oh my god, look, there's someone there who has received the fairy fate."

"Congratulations, someone has given birth to a little fairy again."

Mu Xue's eyes gradually returned to clarity. There was no familiar big house, nor was there a hill watching her silently.

In front of us is a boiling square and colorful lanterns.

Her brother looked at her with ecstasy, surrounded by countless smiling faces and countless congratulations.

On her young white fingers, she held a vivid butterfly glowing with warm yellow light.