Ever since he was born and sensible, the person who beat him the hardest in the Luo family was the ugly man, his so-called father. Of course, he never recognized the ugly man as his father.
As for everyone else, including Master Zeng Li, they were all ignored by Rob.
Mi Xiaojing supported Rob.
"Uncle, please give me a pack of medicine."
"The injury is not serious, it will heal in a few days."
Mi Xiaojing smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Uncle, you will know when you come over and take a look."
Master Zeng Li came to Rob, and Mi Xiaojing opened his tattered clothes. Zeng Li couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"This family...how can they be so cruel!"
Master Zeng Li was frightened by the injuries on Rob's body. He had to be so cruel to beat him like this. He was really beaten to death. This kid was not beaten to death. He was really lucky.
The village chief's expression also changed as he watched. The people of Fenglin Village were generally very honest and kind. He shook his head and said, "I didn't expect Old Luo Tou to be so cruel. This is his grandson!"
"It's just because of the people in the family that we are so cruel. Forget it, since we have left the child, this matter ends here." As he spoke, Master Zeng Li took out a small bottle and poured out a broad bean-sized Pills. After thinking about it, he poured out another pill and said, "Can you use it?"
Mi Xiaojing's eyes clearly showed surprise, this pill is a good thing.
"I know how to use it. Take one pill internally and one pill with hot water to wash the injury."
Master Zeng Li nodded in agreement.
"Yes, it's best to feed the child first, otherwise he won't be able to bear the medicinal bath."
The village chief was very discerning and said, "There are still some leftover steamed buns and steamed buns. Let my mother-in-law make them."
"Heat more hot water." Mi Xiaojing picked up Rob and said, "I'll take you to dinner."
Rob nodded vigorously, but his face was stiff. He was so tall that he couldn't smile at all.
After a full meal, luckily Mi Xiaojing still had some experience and didn't let Rob eat. It was obvious that the little guy was very hungry. If he let go, he would definitely be starved to death.
After dinner, the village chief's wife had already boiled a large bucket of hot water. Mi Xiaojing gave Rob a pill of wound medicine, and then soaked him in the hot water. In the hot water, he put another pill of wound medicine into it. This medicine is extremely effective when taken internally or externally. It is a well-known wound medicine in Xiyan Sect.
After Rob entered the barrel, his tense spirit relaxed, and his frown relaxed. The power of the medicine spread out, making him feel much better, and he no longer had severe pain.
After a while, the little guy fell asleep. Mi Xiaojing stood by and added some hot water from time to time. This time of healing, there must be enough time for the medicine to soak into the body.
This medicine is indeed the secret medicine of the Xiyan Sect. After this healing, Mi Xiaojing can be sure that there will be no hidden injuries on Rob's body.
After soaking for three hours and adding hot water several times, the time finally came. Mi Xiaojing picked up Rob. The child was very light. He carried Rob to the kang and wiped it with a coarse cloth. Bo glanced at Mi Xiaojing drowsily, and then fell asleep with peace of mind.
This was probably the most peaceful moment in Rob's life.
Mi Xiaojing poured out the potion in the barrel, then sat on the kang and started practicing at night.
As a result of saving Rob, Mi Xiaojing discovered that when practicing, the effect was obviously better than usual. The secret of this surprised Mi Xiaojing when he woke up in the morning. Since he was still young, he didn't know What is the reason.
As usual, I got up in the morning, freshened up a little, and then did Yanshou Quan twice in the yard, and then climbed directly to the roof to face the rising sun and absorb the purple energy of Qianyang.
In the final analysis, cultivation is just a hard work. Only through accumulation over time can we achieve steady growth.
However, Mi Xiaojing is a little different, because he has the Yanbao Ten Thousand Words Mantra, which affects him anytime and anywhere, making his cultivation speed very fast, but he himself does not know the most important point. It is Mi Xiaojing's profound cultivation ability. Because he has always been influenced by the mantra, his qualifications for cultivation are very good.
Back in the room, Rob had already sat up, just staring at the corner in a daze.
Mi Xiaowen went and sat on the edge of the kang.
"Little guy, do you still feel pain?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you brother!"
Rob twitched the corners of his mouth vigorously, as if he wanted to smile, but he had never smiled before since he had grown so big, and the smile was really stiff.
Mi Xiaojing touched his head.
"I will follow my brother from now on. Well, my brother's name is Mi Xiaojing."
"Brother Xiaomi."
Mi Xiaojing didn't know why, but seeing Rob was like seeing his own shadow, all alone. Even though Rob had a family and relatives, compared with him, he was even worse than himself. I still have to be lonely.
"I still have an old bainai coat here. Let's put it on first."
He took out the Bai Nie clothes he was going to replace and gave them to Rob to wear.
Compared to Mi Xiaojing, Rob's figure is too thin and he looks like a five or six-year-old child. In fact, Rob is almost ten years old. When he wears a hundred-year-old clothes, the hem of his clothes hangs down to the ground.
"I'll change it when I get back. It's too big."
Rob nodded vigorously and said, "Yes."
When Mi Xiaojing went out, Rob sat quietly on the kang. He had never felt so at ease before. It seemed that he really had an extra brother who loved him.
Rent collection was coming to an end soon, and he was going back to Xiyanmen today. Mi Xiaojing followed Master Zeng Li and arranged for the grain to be loaded into the truck.
The eight carts were basically full. As a master who came to collect rent, Mi Xiaojing also received offerings for himself.
A small bag of white rice weighs about twenty kilograms, a bag of millet, two bunches of red dried chili peppers, two bunches of garlic, and some soybeans, mung beans, and red beans, all in very small quantities, only a few kilograms.
Since the caravan did not come, Mi Xiaojing exchanged his mountain goods directly to the village chief in exchange for some salt, coarse cloth, needlework, and two jars of vegetable oil. In addition, there were two pairs of cloth shoes made by the village chief's aunt. It's actually not valuable here, and the things that can be exchanged are extremely limited, but even so, Mi Xiaojing is satisfied.
Vegetable oil is not only for eating, but also for lamps at night. Without oil, there will be no light at night. This bit of oil is Mi Xiaojing’s treasure.
The masters of Xiyan Sect are very poor, very poor. Even a master like Mi Xiaojing who has reached the last stage of Pratyeka Enlightenment and is considered the backbone of Xiyan Sect is still extremely poor. It can be said that he lacks food. Wearing less clothes is a completely different concept than that of a cultivator in the world of cultivation.