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It was four o'clock in the morning when we got off the plane. Han Xu sent Jiang Mian back to Tingyuge first.
As for Xingran, Han Xu directly asked Han Jiayuan to handle it, so that Xingran did not see Jiang Mian before he left.
Han Jiayuan noticed his expression out of the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows, and said pointedly: "Do you know what Mr. Han admires about you, so he asked you to accompany the lady again?"
Xingran lowered his eyes.
Han Jiayuan smiled and said, "In Mr. Han's mind, Prince Dan'er is not worthy of the young lady."
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Jiang Mian has made an agreement with her wealthy father that when he goes abroad in the future, he will take her with him.
Han Xu wished his daughter would stick to him, so he nodded hurriedly.
Jiang Mian originally wanted his wealthy father to rest in Tingyu Pavilion, but after his wealthy father answered the phone, his expression changed.
"Dad has something to do, so he has to leave first." Han Xu touched his baby girl's little face and said reluctantly, "Call him if you miss him. Remember to ask your assistant to change the dressing for the wound. Don't be careless."
Jiang Mian nodded obediently: "Goodbye, dad."
After watching his wealthy father's car disappear from sight, Jiang Mian entered Tingyu Pavilion.
Tingyu Pavilion is on duty 24 hours a day. As soon as Jiang Mian entered, the manager with two waiters came to greet him and said respectfully to Jiang Mian: "Miss Jiang, sir, please invite me."
Uncle Qi
Jiang Mian had told Qi Yanshu before that she would contact her after returning to China, but she didn't expect that he would wait for her at Tingyuge. And judging from the manager's tone, the wait would definitely be long.
Jiang Mian sighed secretly and followed the manager to see Qi Yanshu.
Qi Yanshu lived in an ordinary suite. After talking to Jiang Mian, he did not rush to Dan'er country to avoid the two of them missing each other.
He calculated the time to reach Tingyu Pavilion, entered the room and waited for Jiang Mian to return.
The suite was well-equipped, and while waiting for Jiang Mian to return, he had rice paper and brushes prepared and placed in the study.
Qi Yanshu grew up in a Taoist temple. He studied on his own and was proficient in all kinds of arts. He could play music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
He didn't intend to draw anything, he just used this method to release.
Practicing in a Taoist temple, it was inevitable to feel a little depressed at times - he knew he would not live past thirty.
Accept your fate
Of course not, otherwise he wouldn't be able to specialize in everything.
The only way to survive is to save yourself.
This is what senior brother Wu Zhen's master said to him before he died.
At first Qi Yanshu didn't understand it very well, but as he grew older, he gradually understood its meaning.
After understanding his fate, the young Qi Yanshu sneered in the empty bedroom - young people always don't believe in fate.
One sentence concluded that his future would be ruined at the age of thirty. Why
He must break the curse of death at thirty.
For this reason, Qi Yanshu paid too much, fighting against the sky and himself. Fortunately, although there was an accident in the end, he succeeded in the end.
He survived.
only-
As he continued to draw, the pen in his hand seemed to be out of his control, and he gradually drew a strand of clothes and a slender hand holding the clothes tightly.
Then, without stopping, he slowly completed the painting and revealed its original appearance.
Qi Yanshu stopped writing suddenly, looked down at the picture on the rice paper, and his pupils shrank.
The painting shows a swordsman in green clothes. He is sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a sword in his right hand. There is blood on the sword. His eyes are sharp and cold. There are a large number of black shadows lying on the ground in front of him - they are corpses.
Next to the swordsman, there was a young girl lying, her eyes closed and she seemed to be sleeping soundly. She stretched out her slender fingers and grasped the corners of the swordsman's clothes tightly.
Qi Yanshu was slightly startled. He not only drew the memory image in his mind, but also restored it.
The swordsman in green is him, and the girl is Jiang Mian.
This is the most intuitive feeling, and you can’t go wrong with it.
Qi Yanshu looked at the painting with thoughtful eyes. He put his slender fingers on the girl's young face and traced it carefully.
Are these memory images hallucinations? dream? Or has it ever happened
…
When the knock on the door rang, the familiar voice of the girl sounded together with the knock: "Uncle Qi."
Qi Yanshu trembled slightly, took a new piece of rice paper to cover the painting, walked to the door, opened it, and the girl's fair and delicate face appeared in front of him.
"Mianmian." The expression on the man's face did not change at all. He only looked at the girl from beginning to end, and finally his eyes fell on the girl's right hand.
Jiang Mian waved his right hand generously: "A little injury."
Qi Yanshu moved his hand, wanting to hold the girl's hand in his palm and examine it carefully, but fortunately he restrained himself.
"Why did you get hurt when you participated in the palace banquet?" he asked in a deep voice.
The omen in his dream meant that Jiang Mian was more than just a minor injury.
"It's an accident." Jiang Mian didn't want to elaborate, and it was nothing serious. She glanced at the desk, "Are you drawing?"
Qi Yanshu hummed lightly. He hesitated for a moment, thinking of the painting he had painted. Instead of inviting Jiang Mian in, he led Jiang Mian to the living room of the suite: "Sit down first."
Jiang Mian originally planned to say goodbye and go back to the penthouse suite, but after hearing this, he had to sit down first. Qi Yanshu went to the bedroom and walked out a few seconds later.
He held a small jade bottle in his hand and said to Jiang Mian: "This is the wound medicine I prepared according to the medical book. It is effective in relieving pain and removing scars."
After saying that, a pair of dark eyes stared at Jiang Mian.
Faced with such a look, Jiang Mian subconsciously raised his right hand and let Qi Yanshu naturally remove the gauze on his hand to reveal the wound.
The wound healed very quickly. After more than ten hours, the wound had closed up and the bruises around it had faded away. It was much better than the shocking scene before.
"This is the wound where the poisonous blood was released after being bitten by a poisonous snake." Qi Yanshu stated the facts he saw in a calm tone, and something flashed across his eyes.
"Being bitten by a golden thread scale is not just a minor injury." He raised his eyelids lightly, locked Jiang Mian's gaze, and tried his best to suppress the murderous intention that suddenly rose in his heart, "Who did it?"
Jiang Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed through her eyes. Qi Yanshu actually judged that she was bitten by a golden scale just based on her wounds. This was not just a matter of eyesight.
Could it be that his brain is a computer and he knows everything
"Uncle Qi is really well-informed." Jiang Mian praised sincerely, "This way you can see the reason for my injury."
"Anyway, it was really an accident." Now that Qi Yanshu figured it out, she explained everything in a few words.
After finishing speaking, her eyebrows frowned imperceptibly.
In fact, she could have left after meeting Qi Yanshu. There was no need to stay and explain this to Qi Yanshu.
She didn't even understand why.
In the end, it had to be attributed to the look in Qi Yanshu's eyes that was irresistible.
His care for her is unadulterated. Even if she doesn't understand it, she shouldn't trample on it at will.
"Uncle Qi, you really don't have to worry." Jiang Mian said with a bit of pride on his face, "It's just a little bit of snake venom. It can't do anything to me. If something happens to me, I won't appear in front of you."
Qi Yanshu lowered his eyes and looked at her injuries, his eyes darkened and he said nothing.
He opened the small jade bottle, and an elegant medicinal fragrance came out. He dipped a cotton swab into some ointment and gently wiped it on the wound.
Jiang Mian's nose twitched slightly, and her expression suddenly became a little strange. She looked at Qi Yan's book, then at the jade bottle, and asked, "Uncle Qi, is this the medicine you prepared yourself?"
Qi Yanshu nodded and added another sentence. "According to medical books."
Jiang Mian snorted and asked, "Is that medical book still there?"
"No more." Qi Yanshu shook his head. He did not hide anything and said lightly, "There was a fire in the bamboo forest and some scriptures and medical books were burned."
Qi Yanshu lives in Taoist Temple. Due to fate problems, Mr. Qi cannot even visit him often. He often comes once a year, and after each visit, Mr. Qi will fall ill.
Qi Yanshu didn't know about it at first, but later his eldest brother conveyed the news to him intentionally or unintentionally in another way. From then on, Qi Yanshu no longer allowed Mr. Qi to come to the Taoist temple.
In order to make up for his younger son, Mr. Qi asked him to collect a large number of ancient books, modern books, medical books, Buddhist scriptures, magazines, novels, chess records, etc., and sent them all to the Taoist temple.
Qi Yanshu's residence in Zhuhai once built a bamboo house specifically to store these books.
Hardly any less than a medium-sized library.
He has read all the books sent by Mr. Qi.
Perhaps to many people, that pile of books is worthless, but to Qi Yanshu, those books cannot be exchanged for any amount of money.
Many of the things he taught himself were learned from these books.
It was just a fire and almost all the books were destroyed.
It is impossible for the Bamboo Sea to catch fire for no reason. Qi Yanshu spends most of his time reading in this room every day. He still doesn’t know whether a fire burns books or people.
Master Xuansu personally investigated and found nothing.
After suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Qi Yan wrote: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Jiang Mian shook his head, thought for a while, and then said, "It's just that this medicine reminds me of a friend."
Qi Yanshu paused and said, "This friend of yours is a Chinese medicine doctor?"
"So be it."
"You know how to acupuncture? Did he teach you?" Qi Yanshu asked again.
Jiang Mian nodded again.
Qi Yanshu frowned. He could teach her acupuncture, and judging by Jiang Mian's tone of voice when mentioning him, the relationship should be relatively close.
He asked: "How old is he? Where does he work now?"
The next few questions were too obvious, so he swallowed them for the time being. It wouldn't be too late to ask them in detail later.
"He's dead." Jiang Mian smiled and said calmly.
Of course she was talking about the doctor who saved her in the world of immortality.
During the five years she spent in the mortal world, she could not survive without a doctor, let alone make a breakthrough and regain her cultivation.
At that time, her meridians and bones were all severed, and her spiritual platform was shattered. Logically speaking, she should have died long ago, but she was still lingering. The doctor said she was a monster, and she would not die even if she did this.
Jiang Mian quite likes this title. Monsters have long lives, and no matter how many people want to be monsters, they can't.
In Jiang Mian's eyes, doctors are also monsters.
He likes to hide in the darkness, wearing a dark mask. He can only speak when he is healing her. At other times, he is almost mute.
Even teaching her to recognize acupuncture points was the same, so she didn't waste any saliva.
At that time, although Jiang Mian was holding on with one breath, he felt very frustrated inside.
Even if she survives, she has lost all her cultivation and can't even protect herself. How can she avenge her master
She needed quiet space to think, and the doctor's reticence suited her just fine.
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Qi Yanshu was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and put his hand on Jiang Mian's head. The latter tilted his head to look at him without avoiding it, and asked him again: "Uncle Qi, why do you want to be my father?"