Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Wuyin year, July 10th.

The third day after Ye Xiaochuan woke up.

As usual, the old storyteller took his bamboo pole and cloth curtain and went out to make money after breakfast.

Yuan Xiaolou held the bowl and surrounded Ye Xiaochuan with small mouthfuls of food.

Ye Xiaochuan will eat whatever she feeds him.

Eat as much as you want.

Yuan Xiaolou was very happy to eat two bowls of rice porridge and half a piece of naan bread.

This is the most Ye Xiaochuan has eaten in the past three days since he woke up.

She said with satisfaction: "You are so good. Eat more to regain your strength as soon as possible. Don't worry about urination and defecation. I will take good care of you. You didn't urinate all night. Do you want to think about it now?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "I think so."

Yuan Xiaolou carried Ye Xiaochuan to the toilet in the corner of the yard and unbuttoned Ye Xiaochuan's pants.

This time, Diyuan Xiaolou changed its strategy and tactics.

Instead of hiding behind Ye Xiaochuan and holding his collar, he put Ye Xiaochuan's arm on his shoulders.

One of her hands hugged Ye Xiaochuan's waist to keep him standing.

The other hand hesitated for a moment, but still supported Ye Xiaochuan's penis to prevent Ye Xiaochuan from peeing in his pants again.

After holding it in all night, the water in my bladder was serious, and it was a pleasure to urinate.

After urinating, Yuan Xiaolou put on Ye Xiaochuan's pants, carried him to the lounge chair in the yard, and let Ye Xiaochuan bask in the sun.

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Miss Xiaolou, thank you."

Yuan Xiaolou said: "From waking up to now, you have said thank you to me many times in the past two days. You don't have to be so polite."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Then I won't say anything anymore."

Yuan Xiaolou smiled happily, turned around and entered the kitchen, continuing to be busy.

After finishing her work in the kitchen, she pulled out a chair. Instead of sitting on it, she used a dagger to mark the seat surface of the chair.

Ye Xiaochuan looked aside for a long time and said, "Miss Xiaolou, what are you doing?"

Yuan Xiaolou said: "I can help you with the small toilet, but if you want to relieve the big toilet, it will be a bit troublesome. I was wondering if I can get you a simple toilet so that you can sit on it and relieve the big toilet."

As she spoke, she used a dagger to dig out a large hole of about a foot in the seat surface of the chair. She also found a blanket, cut it according to the large hole in the seat, and then spread it on the seat.

She moved the chair into the hut, and it just stuck on top of the big tank under the hut.

A simple sitting toilet was born in the hands of Yuan Xiaolou.

She shouted: "Mr. Ye, it's just right. From now on, you can sit down and relieve yourself!"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Miss Xiaolou, you are so smart."

Faced with Ye Xiaochuan's praise, Yuan Xiaolou was delighted.

Next, Yuan Xiaolou began to look for things in the yard. When Ye Xiaochuan asked what she was looking for, she said she was looking for wood.

I couldn't find anything suitable in the yard, so I tilted my head to look at the old tree with a crooked neck that I liked very much.

She was about to break some branches, but Fantong seemed to see her intention and yelled that Yuan Xiaolou was not allowed to cut down the trees indiscriminately.

So Yuan Xiaolou dragged out the sledge, dismantled it, and then started a new round of work.

At first Ye Xiaochuan didn't know what Yuan Xiaolou was doing, but he soon understood.

Yuan Xiaolou is making crutches for himself.

She didn't want to see Ye Xiaochuan lying on the bed like mud forever. She wanted this bladeless swordsman who once went crazy in the world to stand up again.

She spent half an hour making the toilet, and even longer time making crutches for Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan looked at the crutches and then at Yuan Xiaolou.

He said hoarsely: "Do you think I can still stand up?"

After Yuan Xiaolou completed the two crutches, he placed them in front of Ye Xiaochuan and said, "The broken bones all over your body have already healed. The main reason why you are weak now is because you just woke up and don't have much strength."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Why don't we just wait until we regain our strength? Why do we need to use crutches?"

Yuan Xiaolou was suffocated and lowered his head, not knowing how to answer. Ye Xiaochuan answered for her, saying: "The reason why I am like this now is that I am weak and weak. The real reason is that the meridians in my body are severely damaged. If my Dantian has not been broken, I will still be the same Ye Xiaochuan as before, damaged and blocked. meridian root

It does not affect my normal life. Over time, as long as the five major meridians are still there, I can gradually unify the damaged and blocked meridians through cultivation.

But now my Dantian is shattered, there is no real energy in my body, nearly two-thirds of the meridians in my body are broken and blocked, and the five major meridians are seriously damaged.

A loser like me will never stand up in his life. "

Yuan Xiaolou suddenly raised his head and said firmly: "No, you will definitely be able to stand up. Grandpa said that as long as you practice diligently, there is a great hope that you can stand up like an ordinary person. Walking and running is not a problem! I am right You have confidence!”

Ye Xiaochuan laughed at himself: "You have confidence in me? It's a pity that I have no confidence in myself. Thank you for all you have done for me. I appreciate your kindness. I am tired. Please help me carry this useless person into the room. Bar."

Yuan Xiaolou looked at Ye Xiaochuan giving up on himself, and his heart was as sharp as a knife.

More than three months ago, the man in front of me was still a young hero who was proud of the world on Samsara Peak.

However, now it has turned into a puddle of mud, and it is still a puddle of mud that cannot cover the wall.

Yuan Xiaolou said nothing, but hugged Ye Xiaochuan back to the room in disappointment.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't speak all day. Yuan Xiaolou came in several times to ask him if he was hungry or thirsty, but he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

This made Yuan Xiaolou feel very uncomfortable.

She felt that this man should not be so decadent.

She wanted to help Ye Xiaochuan regain his life and help him stand up again.

However, she felt that Ye Xiaochuan's heart had almost lost its fighting spirit and was powerless.

It was dark, and the storyteller came back with another bag of rice.

Every night when he came back, he could always hear Yuan Xiaolou happily calling "Grandpa".

Tonight, the rice bucket greeted him, but Yuan Xiaolou was not seen.

The rice bucket held half a bag of rice in his mouth and placed it at the kitchen door, and then went to the rice bowl to eat today's dinner.

The storyteller leaned the bamboo pole curtain against the kitchen door, looked inside, and saw Yuan Xiaolou sitting in front of the stove, supporting his chin in a daze.

He said, "Girl, what's wrong? Did that boy make you angry again?"

"Ah?"

Yuan Xiaolou shook himself and said, "Grandpa, you're back."

The storyteller rolled his eyes.

He took out an oil paper bag from the cloth bag beside him and put it on the stove.

Yuan Xiaolou opened it and saw that it was a roast chicken.

She cheered.

The storyteller said, "The roast chicken is a little cold. Heat it up before giving it to that boy." Yuan Xiaolou said happily, "I know. Grandpa, wash your hands first. I'll be there soon."