Early the next morning, Qi Du got up with his crying swollen eyes, opened the door with a dejected face, and saw the sword that he had fallen from the snow cliff hanging on the door.
He was stunned for a long time, then suddenly returned to his senses, thinking that it was Master who went down to Luoxueya overnight to help him retrieve the sword, and after taking the sword, he hurried to find Zhang Wenxue to thank him.
Zhang Wenxue was cooking soup in the kitchen.
The well-known head of the Water-stopping Sword Sect on the rivers and lakes is now wearing an embroidered floral apron, carrying a large pot and spoon, and in the other hand a bowl of Ganoderma lucidum, which he slowly put into the chicken soup.
"Pick up a sword?" Zhang Wenxue frowned and replied, "It's winter now, and the snow and ice on the snow cliffs haven't melted yet, so I don't dare to go down easily as a teacher."
Qi Du was stunned.
If it wasn't for Zhang Wenxue, could this sword have flown back by himself
"My teacher wanted to wait until after the beginning of spring, and then fall off Xueya to pick up your sword." Zhang Wenxue threw a handful of astragalus into the pot and asked, "What? What are you asking about this?"
Qi Du slowly raised the sword in his hand.
"It has come back."
Qi Du said.
Zhang Wenxue: "…"
Zhang Wenxue finally threw the last piece of ginseng into the pot and said, "You are probably the only one who can fall on Xueya at this time."
Qi Du was stunned for a moment, and his heart was ecstatic for a while. He wanted to jump up from where he was and go to Jiang Su to thank him. Look! He felt that his uncle still had him in his heart! If not, how could Shishu risk the danger to go down the mountain to pick up the sword for him!
He hurriedly turned his head to run, but Zhang Wenxue stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, if you want to thank you, just send this chicken soup to your uncle."
Qi Du paused.
He turned his head and looked at the "chicken soup" bubbling in the pot with far more medicinal herbs than chicken. After being silent for a long time, he finally opened his mouth and asked, "Master, what are you talking about?"
Zhang Wenxue had a gentle smile on his face: "Your uncle has been in retreat for half a year, so hard, of course you have to make up for it."
Qi Du: "..."
Zhang Wenxue added: "You don't have to tell him that this chicken soup is stewed for the master, it's just fine, I don't care about other things."
Qi Du: "..."
This can't be done, Master!
What if Uncle Shi thinks I'm going to poison him!
Zhang Wenxue wiped his hands on the apron, took the initiative to fill the chicken soup, put it into the food basket, and wanted to give it to Qi Du, but Qi Du refused to reach out to pick it up. Zhang Wenxue frowned, and he I consider myself the most empathetic, and after thinking for a moment, I finally understand.
Zhang Wenxue looked at Qi Du with kind and peaceful eyes, and asked earnestly, "Du'er, are you hungry? Why don't you drink a bowl before leaving?"
Qi Du: "..."
Qi Du quickly took the food basket, took a few steps back, and said in horror, "No need for Master! This is chicken soup for Uncle Master! I won't be greedy anymore!"
Zhang Wenxue: "Can..."
Before Zhang Wenxue could say the second half of the sentence, Qi Du was already holding the food basket and ran away.
Qi Du still knew Master's cooking skills.
This thing seems to have to ascend to the sky after taking a bite. The little uncle hasn't fallen in love with him, of course he can't be the first to ascend to the sky!
…
A quarter of an hour later, Qi Du carried Zhang Wenxue's stewed chicken soup, and stood outside the dust-free residence where Jiang Su lived with a heavy heart.
He was apprehensive.
He thought that yesterday Shishufang rejected his offer and smashed his sword down Luoluo Xueya, which made him heartbroken and gave up this juvenile love early.
But now he learned that last night, Shishu ignored the wind and snow and went down to Luoxueya to pick up a sword for him.
His young and romantic heart finally ignited the flame of love again—
A servant in the dust-free residence hurriedly ran out holding a basin of water, followed by the elementary apprentice of Mennei Langzhong.
Qi Du looked there and saw that the basin of water was soaked with gauze, covered in blood, and the little apprentice simply ran out the door, muttering a few herbs in his mouth, apparently being sent back to the medicine hall by the master to fetch it. medicine.
Qi Du was stunned for a moment, and his heart was moved with worry. He couldn't care about anything else, he jumped forward to the door, reached out and knocked on the door, and his throat was even more choked up.
It turned out that the little uncle was injured so badly in order to pick up the sword for him!
The uncle must have him in his heart!
His emotions were surging, and he couldn't control the strength of his hand for a while. The hand touched the hidden door and pushed the door open directly.
Qi Du choked: "Little Shishu! How are you—"
Jiang Su sat on the edge of the bed, holding a handsome young man who was half unconscious in his arms, and looked up at him blankly.
The voice stopped abruptly.
Qi Du: "..."
Qi Du: "I'm sorry to disturb you."
Qi Du silently took a half step back and closed the door.
…
Qi Du stood silently outside the door and heard two passing disciples talking in low voices.
"Where did the little uncle save that person?" a disciple muttered, "It's so bad that he can survive until now."
"It seems to have come back from under Luoxueya." Another female disciple showed admiration, "Jiang Shishu is worthy of being the Wuchen Sword Master, but that's Luoxueya, I'm dizzy when I look down."
Qi Du: "..."
The maid wanted to say more, but when she saw Qi Du standing by the door, she was so frightened that she immediately shut up and didn't dare to say more.
Qi Du only felt that his heart was cold again.
When the uncle fell on the snow cliff, he not only picked up a sword for him, but also picked up a wild man!
Qi Du's eyes were full of tears, and his heart was full of grief, and at this moment, the door opened.
Jiang Su stood behind the door looking at him and asked, "What's the matter with you—"
Jiang Su paused.
Yesterday, Qi Du's eyes were red and swollen from crying, but now his eyes are full of mist and mist, and he looks very pitiful, as if he has unspeakable grievances.
Jiang Su looked serious, took back the words just now, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
Qi Du wiped away his tears, forced himself to remain calm, and abruptly held back the tears, saying, "I'm fine, little uncle."
Jiang Su asked again, "What's wrong with your eyes?"
Qi Du sniffed: "I really didn't—"
Jiang Su: "I was beaten? It's still so swollen?"
Qi Du: "—something."
Qi Du: "..."
…
Qi Du clenched the big porcelain spoon with a ruthless face, stirring the "chicken soup" in the soup bowl vigorously, while watching Jiang Su sitting at the table, he kept talking to him.
"Where have you been practicing martial arts all these years?" Jiang Su frowned slightly, "Human eyes are the key, how can you be injured casually."
Qi Du: "..."
He gritted his teeth and gave Jiang Su a large bowl of "chicken soup" that was full of medicinal herbs.
"It's been ten years since you started." Jiang Su hated that iron could not become steel, "Why are you so slack."
Qi Du added another spoonful of medicinal herbs to Jiang Su, and handed the chicken soup to Jiang Su angrily.
"That's all." Jiang Su took it and sighed, "Tell me, who hurt you."
Qi Du was startled.
"Anyway, it's also a disciple of my sect. It's too embarrassing to be beaten like this." Jiang Su said coldly, "Whoever beat him, I'll ask him to return."
Qi Du's heart trembled, and he felt a little touched. He was about to say "Uncle Master" when he saw Jiang Su raise his hand, raised the bowl of black chicken soup, and gulped it down.
Qi Du: "..."
Done.
Qi Du covered his face.
The uncle must hate him to death.
Jiang Su calmly took a few sips of "chicken soup" and asked Qi Du with a frown, "What's wrong?"
Qi Du: "...It's nothing, nothing, this soup is great tonic, uncle, drink more."
He didn't change his expression when he saw Jiang Su's face, as if he didn't feel that he drank anything extremely terrifying, and suddenly understood where Master's confidence in his cooking skills came from.
Zhang Wenxue rarely cooks, and even if he cooks, it's mostly for Jiang Su to wash his hands and make soup. Qi Du has never tasted it. Anyway, the taste... looks terrible.
It happened that Langzhong had packed the medicine box and came to explain Mu Yichuan's injury to Jiang Su, saying, "The other person has already woken up, and the young man's health is very good. Pay attention to make up your body these days, it should be done soon. recover."
Jiang Su suddenly remembered the chicken soup he was drinking.
He took the "chicken soup" and showed it to Lang Zhong, asking how the medicinal materials were and whether it was suitable for Mu Yichuan to replenish his body.
That Langzhong really took a serious look at the medicinal materials in it, and said, "This is indeed a big tonic, you can give the young hero some drinks."
Jiang Su suddenly became interested, and raised his hand to get another bowl for Mu Yichuan to serve soup.
Qi Du was stunned.
No, Uncle Shi, no one else can drink this chicken soup except you!
But Jiang Su quickly filled a large bowl of soup and took it into it. He sat on the edge of the bed, helped Mu Yichuan, who was quite weak, and said earnestly, "Come on, drink it."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Mu Yichuan looked at the strange black liquid in the bowl, which seemed to be a little sticky. A stewed and curled chicken paw stretched out from the edge, and grabbed straight to the sky like a dying struggle. He was silent for a long time before reaching out to take Jiang Su. With the spoon in his hand, he reached into the bowl and stirred it lightly, and asked in confusion, "...Is it medicine?"
Jiang Su shook his head seriously: "Medicine."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Mu Yichuan took the soup bowl and drank it silently.
He obviously felt that this thing was unpalatable, he frowned, and his expression was very ugly, but he never raised any objection, as if he had been accustomed to the smell of these terrible medicinal herbs, and slowly emptied the bowl of chicken soup. swallowed.
Qi Du was stunned.
Wait, what's going on? There are two heroes in this house
Or... Master's stewed soup just looks scary, but it still tastes good
He couldn't help looking carefully at the chicken soup left in front of him.
Most of the herbs in the soup had been put into the bowl of Uncle Shi, and now there was only some soup and chicken in the big bowl in front of him. It looked better than the horrible appearance before, and he swallowed. Spit, picked up another spoon, scooped a small spoon of chicken soup, and sniffed the smell of the chicken soup seriously.
It's like a weird Chinese medicine that has been boiled for two days.
Qi Du looked up again, and saw that Mu Yichuan had calmly finished drinking the chicken soup, and was slowly and elegantly wiping his mouth with a towel, without the slightest discomfort, so Qi Du couldn't help being curious any longer, holding his breath, Tasted it.
It happened that Jiang Su took the soup bowl in Mu Yichuan's hand and asked seriously, "Is it bad?"
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Qi Du: "..."
"I also think it's hard to drink." Jiang Su said, "but my senior brother likes to toss with these things. For so many years, I'm used to drinking it."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Qi Du: "..."
Jiang Su: "Don't hate me either, this is for your health, so you should treat it as a good medicine and bitter."
At this time, Mu Yichuan slowly opened his mouth.
"It doesn't matter, when I was at home, Vice He... The cooking skills of the family members were also very poor." Mu Yichuan said with a light cough, "I'm used to it."
The two of them looked at each other, as if they had found something in common at once, and felt a little sympathetic to each other. Mu Yichuan finally pursed his lips and smiled at Jiang Su.
Jiang Su was satisfied and looked back slowly.
Qi Du covered his mouth, his face turned pale, his eyes widened with tears, and he couldn't stop shaking.
Jiang Su was startled.
"Nephew? You are..." Jiang Su felt that he understood, and was a little worried, "You were beaten and injured internally??"
Qi Du: "..."
Qi Du: "QAQ"