As soon as Li Fulin went out, the apprentices met each other and began to murmur.
Linglong first asked: "What is the origin of this real Ji?"
Jiang Fan regretted that he didn't ask a few more questions just now: "He only said his surname, and he also brought Master's token, so I didn't ask too much. But..."
"But what?"
"I don't think this Ji Zhenren looks like a person from the Central Plains. Her skin is fairer than ordinary people. If you look closely, she looks a bit high-nosed and deep-eyed..."
Therefore, the eyebrows and eyes are extraordinarily handsome, and the skin is like white jade, which is different from the common Central Plains women.
What Jiang Fan didn't say was that he didn't look carefully, not only because the other party was a senior, but also because of the difference between men and women. It's because there is an awe-inspiring look on Senior Ji's body.
Linglong scratched her ears, then turned to look at Mo Chen: "Brother, haven't you seen this Senior Ji?"
Mo Chen said honestly: "No."
In fact, he was also very curious.
Master loves to make wine, and also likes to drink by himself, but he seldom gets drunk. In Mo Chen's impression, the master only got drunk once or twice.
It's a coincidence to say that the two days were very similar, both in the snowy weather of early winter. Once the master went to the top of Lingjue Peak to drink, and got very drunk. When Mo Chen came to find him, the master was covered in snow, and his face... seemed to have tears.
The other time Master Hu accompanied Master to drink, but this time it can make people feel more at ease, at least the two of them stayed in the house honestly, making wine and chatting with the fluttering white snow outside the open window, and finally both of them got drunk . When Mo Chen went in to deliver tea, he heard Master Hu say something like this: "Sometimes when I close my eyes, I feel that those people are still there. Do you remember? At that time, we escaped from the Yinyue Demon City, and we were beaten all the way. Chasing and killing, at that time she killed seven masters over there in one go, such a woman really made a man ashamed, thinking about it is like yesterday."
At that time, Master Hu seemed to say a name, but he was slurred, Mo Chen didn't pay attention to memorize it, so the name didn't have a deep impression on him.
It seems that the surname is Ji? It's been too long, and Mo Chen is a little drowsy now, he really can't remember.
Xiaodong is the most honest, and besides, although he is curious about this unexpected guest, he will not forget the urgent task at hand.
First, let the senior brother decoct the medicine, and then ask someone to cook some porridge... It seems that the porridge alone is not enough, so what side dishes should be served with it? What is delicious, digestible and nourishing
Jiang Fan patted him on the shoulder again: "Okay, I'll leave it to others to handle these things, can I not care about senior brother's affairs? By the way, senior senior brother, your injury this time was plotted against." ?”
It wasn't long before Mo Chen went out, but the things he experienced are really hard to describe in words.
Wu Yunshen, Jin Mian, Elder An, Master Wan, Mrs. Xu, Wu Jinxuan... so many people, so many things.
The Burial Sword Valley has turned into a lake, and there is not even a trace of this sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Jiang Fan was still winking, he could see that Mo Chen was mentally weak, and he consciously stood here to get in the way.
"Brother, rest well, I'll go see if the medicine is cured."
The elder brother saw that the injury was not serious, and the medicinal materials prepared by the master were all nourishing and nourishing. Pills are more convenient to take on the body and can be stored for a longer time, but in terms of efficacy, they are naturally not as good as freshly boiled medicinal soup.
Judging by Eldest Senior Brother's appearance, trauma is not a problem, it is probably due to too much consumption.
"I'll go and look at the medicine." Xiaodong quickly asked for an errand for himself.
Jiang Fan and Linglong came out from the elder brother's yard, you look at me, and I will look at you again.
Linglong encouraged him: "Where is the master's hospitality, why don't you go and make a pot of tea we just received a while ago?"
Sending tea was just an excuse, and both of them knew the real intention.
The sun was too hot, Jiang Fan moved into the shade of a tree beside him: "It's not right."
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Fan whispered: "I have never seen Master like this today. None of us have seen the old friend of Master in these years. The two must have not seen each other for many years. The first sentence of Master just now Asking if the other party is not dead, it can be seen that there must have been some major changes at the beginning. Let's be more cautious about this matter... "
What if they messed up recklessly and ruined Master's affairs
Maybe Master and this beautiful woman who made him mess up have some grudges or something.
Jiang Fan instinctively thought that they shouldn't get involved in this matter.
When Linglong was told by him, she also dispelled the thought just now.
Although Jiang Fan was timid, he was right.
Although Linglong is careless, she is different now from before. After having a mutual relationship with Zhai Wenhui, she finally has some thoughts about belonging to the girl's family. Master's behavior just now was indeed unusual. To him, this real person Ji must not be as simple as an ordinary old friend.
At this time, they are afraid that the last thing they need is outsiders to disturb them.
The two walked forward in silence. Although neither of them said anything, they thought of one thing in unison.
Master... Will he find a mistress for them
That's not a bad thing either.
The road to cultivating the Tao is too long. Some people have a strong will and walk alone. Some people may be afraid of being alone, so they need to find a companion, two people who can take care of each other and support each other.
Sometimes Jiang Fan also felt that it was too desolate for the master to be alone, so he took pains to raise them up, but apprentices were just apprentices after all, different from Taoist companions.
This Jiang Fan understands.
Even if Linglong was careless before, she understands now.
Xiaodong didn't think too much about the outside things, he sat beside the medicine stove and looked at the fire, the fire should not be too big, it will boil the medicine soup dry, and it should not be too small, so that the medicine will not be boiled out. While fanning the fire lightly, he silently recited exercises. Although the sun was scorching outside and he was guarding a stove, he didn't feel hot.
As long as the elder brother is there, as long as he is safe and sound, Xiaodong will feel calm and at ease in his heart. The window is open, and outside is a layer of mountains, deep and shallow green, far and near. The mountain wind blew the leaves on the old tree in the yard rattling.
The medicine was almost ready, Xiaodong went into the room to wake up the elder brother.
When he entered the back room, he took a light step.
The elder brother closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Before, Xiaodong realized that he seemed to have never seen what the elder brother's sleeping appearance was like.
Eldest brother seldom lay down to sleep peacefully like him, more often he fell asleep under the care of elder brother.
Senior brother is still very handsome when he is asleep, but it is different from when he is awake.
When he was awake, Xiaodong always felt that senior brother was as steady as a mountain, and he could rely on him when he needed it.
The look of the sleeping elder brother made Xiaodong want to protect him.
He gently held the senior brother's hand outside the thin quilt. On such a hot day, the elder brother's hands are still warm and cold, it should be because he is too weak now.
Xiaodong wanted to put his hand back under the quilt, but suddenly he stopped and lowered his head to look.
Just now his fingertips touched the senior brother's wrist, the feeling was a bit strange.
Not like the touch of the skin.
It's cold, hard, and vaguely prickly.
Xiaodong gently pushed up the senior brother's sleeves a little.
He saw a bluish-black patch the size of a fingernail, flat and round, cold and hard to the touch, like...
It doesn't look like it's hurt, and it doesn't look like it's stained with anything.
How is this going? (to be continued)