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After solving the demon clan's matter, they successfully recovered the horse and carriage by virtue of the master-servant contract between Yang Yuyao and Tu Shan.

As soon as he saw Yang Yuyao, Tu Shan was so relieved that he was so excited that tears and runny nose flowed out. She even wanted to throw herself on Yang Yuyao and be rubbed, but she was stopped abruptly by the look in He Qianqing's eyes.

"Master, it's great that you are okay. For a moment, I even felt the powerful demonic energy. It was so scary! Red Comet was also frightened so much that it kept running as fast as it could. It didn't listen to my words at all and kept running to itself. I fainted and it took me a long time to recover.”

Red Comet seemed to understand that Tushan was talking bad about him and snorted dissatisfied. But when Yang Yuyao looked at it, he looked away guiltily.

"It's true that there are several demons who are coming. They are much stronger than the demons that were chasing you Tushan before, so it is right to try your best to escape." Yang Yuyao said, touching the long horse of the red comet. The face felt so comfortable that Red Comet narrowed his eyes.

He Qianqing watched with a smile the conversation between his disciples and Tu Shan, and the interaction with Red Comet. Yang Yuyao treated them as his own pets, loving both the house and the bird. He Qianqing's attitude towards these two, especially Tu Shan, also changed. Change gradually.

He Qianqing already knew that Yang Yuyao had changed his master-servant contract with Tu Shan. Perhaps because of the young man's soft heart, their contract was no longer the life contract between Yang Yuyao and Tu Shan that He Qianqing had previously requested.

Maybe Yang Yuyao was trying to get away with it, but the fate contract was a contract where he would take the initiative to bear the injury and die for the master. Once a person was seriously injured and not transferred, it was exposed. Now Tushan no longer has the function of blocking the knife for Yang Yuyao. But since Yang Yuyao treats Tushan as a pet, He Qianqing is willing to keep her alive as much as possible so as not to make Yang Yuyao sad.

After confirming that Tushan and Red Comet were fine, and checking the carriage carefully to confirm that there was no damage to the carriage, Yang Yuyao returned to the carriage. Now he couldn't wait to take a hot bath.

Although before doing many things, Yang Yuyao would habitually throw out a few Cleansing Techniques to ensure that the things he needs to use are clean, but he didn’t know if it was due to his own psychological effects. Yang Yuyao always felt that using Cleansing Techniques to clean his body was not easy. Not as comfortable as taking a bath. Like this time, he didn't even use the cleaning technique on his blood-stained clothes, just so that he could take a hot bath as soon as possible.

"It would be nice if I were stronger... My current concubine cannot help my master at all in the battle, and I even need to run away as much as possible to avoid increasing my master's troubles."

After Yang Yuyao entered the carriage, He Qianqing, who was about to enter the carriage, noticed Tushan's ears and tail drooped in frustration because of self-blame. It has to be said that Tushan who kept his original shape did look more pleasant than her transformed appearance. happiness. He Qianqing did not continue to care about Tushan, opened the carriage door and returned to the carriage.

He Qianqing was not worried about the risk of exposing Yang Yuyao who was about to enter the bathtub to take a bath because he opened the door. In order to keep warm for a long time while taking a bath, Yang Yuyao still gave him a bath if there were spells available. He installed a curtain where the tub would be. Even if the curtain is only half closed, it can still block the view from outside the door.

He Qianqing entered the carriage, closed the door, and opened the curtain slightly. Then he saw that Yang Yuyao had soaked himself in the small bathtub that could only be used for sitting. He leaned against the wall of the bathtub, squinted his eyes and rested his head on the pillow he had modified. He Qianqing's actions were indifferent. The wet long black hair hangs down against his fair skin, some of it is floating in the water, and some of it hangs on the edge of the tub. His skin was slightly pink due to the heat, and he looked extremely attractive.

If we talk about carriages alone, there are actually many fancy carriages in the world, some with large couches, and even two-story carriages with a small pavilion on the second floor. However, these carriages are all very large and require good horses. It takes several horses to pull. It is rare to see a one-horse carriage that has been modified like Yang Yuyao's and looks ordinary in appearance.

Carriage is one of the most important means of transportation in this world. To be honest, if it were not specially treated for shock absorption and smoothing like Yang Yuyao's car, even the monks would not be able to bear riding in the carriage for a long time. Whether you are sitting or lying down, the squeaking carriage and uneven or even muddy roads can shake people's brains evenly.

This is especially true for the second floor of the two-story carriage. It was popular among the kings of various countries for a while, but was gradually eliminated because it eventually caused the emperor and their concubines to vomit all over the floor while admiring the scenery. Even many of them were eliminated. The ill-tempered king ordered it to be burned down, and even the craftsmen who made the carriage were affected. As a result, this kind of double-decker carriage is now rare.

As for monks, they are basically not very interested in carriages. Those who ride carriages are basically monks who don't know how to fly with a sword or are low-level monks who don't have enough spiritual power to support long-term flight. The monks travel long distances by flying or taking a flying boat. No one thinks that a slow carriage is a good choice for travel. Therefore, unlike the fancy carriages made by mortals, no one among the monks has ever thought of using it specially. Use your own abilities to improve the carriage as a means of transportation, making it more comfortable and faster.

It was only after He Qianqing and Yang Yuyao traveled around in this carriage that he discovered that when the comfort of the carriage was greatly improved and the vibration was no longer uncomfortable, traveling in a carriage had a different feeling. This kind of walking experience of admiring the scenery cannot be enjoyed by flying boat.

Although the flying boat is comfortable and fast, under normal circumstances it needs to fly above the clouds, and the mountains and rivers become small and distant. In addition, the cost of building a flying boat is so high that owners like He Qianqing, who are not short of money, feel that it is not cost-effective to buy a flying boat for personal use. If he really needs time, he travels through the light. Even if he brings someone with him, the speed is several times faster than the flying boat. , why keep floating in the sky.

"Master, I've finished washing." Just when He Qianqing was distracted, Yang Yuyao stood up from the tub and said. The water droplets brought out by the movements were sent back into the bucket by the spell. When Yang Yuyao completely stepped out of the bucket, the hot water in the bucket disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Said to He Qianqing. This tub was a bit small, but He Qianqing had tried it before, and even a tall person like him could still get in and use it. Perhaps Yang Yuyao considered that He Qianqing would also use it when he purchased it.

After all, to be honest, no monk would refuse a comfortable hot bath if conditions permit. In the practice of monks, bathing is actually a very important part.

Cultivation is actually a process of purifying oneself and removing impurities. Bathing is the washing of the body's impurities, which coincides with the essence of practice and is naturally highly respected by monks. The monks take medicinal baths to strengthen the bones and heal hidden wounds. When major events are held, it is even necessary to burn incense and bathe. Even if you don't have any special needs, a hot bath that can relax your body and mind is definitely the best way to relax after practicing and fighting.

"Well, okay." He Qianqing responded, unable to take his eyes away from his young man. But Yang Yuyao, who seemed to have adapted to He Qianqing's gaze, didn't care. Even though He Qianqing's gaze was so sticky that it seemed to draw strings, Yang Yuyao did not deliberately avoid He Qianqing's gaze.

After He Qianqing finished taking a bath, he saw Yang Yuyao half-lying on the bed wearing a strange short shirt with a serious look on his face. He should be using Xunlian.

"What, Xiaoyao, is there any bad news?" He Qianqing asked.

"No, it's nothing. It's Qianqian who encountered a little problem." Yang Yuyao straightened his body and replied, but did not show his chat with Ye Qianqian to He Qianqing.

"What's up with her?"

"...Grown up." Yang Yuyao thought for a moment and replied tactfully. However, this answer was too tactful. Even though He Qianqing understood Yang Yuyao's meaning easier than others, He Qianqing couldn't understand it this time.

"That is to say, she can start to have children." Yang Yuyao further explained. To be honest, he really didn't expect that Ye Qianqian would trust him enough to ask him for help for such a matter.

After Yang Yuyao took a shower, he was originally chatting with Goodford about a snack called Xue Mei Niang. Just as he was thinking about how to accurately describe to Goodford what the taste of Nuojiji was, Ye Qianqian's news came quickly. The ground popped out. Unable to think of a suitable description for the moment, Yang Yuyao told Goodford and then went to check Ye Qianqian's information.

According to Ye Qianqian's description, she was suddenly in a hurry to go to the toilet after practicing today, and she thought something went wrong in her practice and urinated blood. She hurriedly took a vitality pill for herself, but when she just took a shower, she found that she was still bleeding in a private place where she didn't want to go to the toilet. She was frightened and hid in the dormitory in a hurry. She didn't even think of asking the people around her for help, but directly contacted Yang Yuyao.

Gu Yuan: Qianqian, do you feel any pain?

At first, Yang Yuyao couldn't guess the situation. He thought something was really wrong with Ye Qianqian's health, so he cautiously tried to ask questions.

Ye Qianqian: It doesn’t hurt, I just feel distended in my lower abdomen.

Gu Yuan: Hmm... did you feel that the blood came out in bursts? Is there sudden heavy bleeding?

Combining Ye Qianqian's description and age, Yang Yuyao gradually made vague guesses. With his shallow knowledge of female physiology, Yang Yuyao asked further.

Ye Qianqian: Yes, that’s right! Brother Yuan, have you had such symptoms before?

When asked by Ye Qianqian, Yang Yuyao felt dumbfounded for a moment. He was not a girl, how could he have such symptoms.

Gu Yuan: No, I have never had such symptoms. Qianqian, I have a guess about your situation. If I guess correctly, this is just a normal phenomenon of your body's growth, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Ye Qianqian: But I lost a lot of blood? Is this really normal?

"..." Yang Yuyao looked at Ye Qianqian's anxious message with a complicated mood. It was really embarrassing for him to reveal the answer. He couldn't understand, as the second young lady of a cultivation family, had Ye Qianqian not learned this knowledge? Or is it that as their cultivation level increases, there will be obvious physical differences between female monks and mortal women?

Gu Yuan: Qianqian, let me ask you, have you ever heard of the word Yue... um, menstruation.

Ye Qianqian: Well, menstruation? It seems familiar, let me think about it.

Ye Qianqian: Ah, by the way, my mother told me before that a girl can have a baby when she has her period...

Ye Qianqian: Is this my period?

Ye Qianqian: Why do I bleed so much during menstruation? How terrible!

Gu Yuan: I guess maybe. Of course Qianqian, you'd better check with an older senior sister or female elder in your sect to confirm. Well, to be honest, I'm not very clear about this matter.

Gu Yuan: Qianqian, don’t you have a roommate named Xiaoying? You can also ask her, or ask her to help you find other senior sisters to confirm.

Ye Qianqian: Yeah, okay.

Ye Qianqian: Brother Yuan, thank you!

Ye Qianqian stopped sending messages after that, and I don’t know if she went to seek help from other girls.

"Is that girl starting to have menstruation?" After listening to Yang Yuyao's euphemistic description, He Qianqing finally understood.

"I guess so." Yang Yuyao replied, closing the chat interface with Ye Qianqian and resetting the chat interface with Goodford. He Qianqing, on the other hand, studied the cotton T-shirt Yang Yuyao was wearing.

"Xiaoyao, what's the name of the shirt you're wearing?" He Qianqing asked. Of course, people in this world wear short-sleeved clothing, short coats with long sleeves on the outside, and cross-collar blouses that farmers and other workers like to wear in summer. The special thing about Yang Yuyao's dress is that it has short sleeves, a round neck, and the length just reaches the crotch. Yang Yuyao seems to wear it as a single garment.

"This is called a T-shirt. You can also call it a T-shirt." Yang Yuyao replied, "In short, it is a very comfortable and convenient piece of clothing."

"This name is quite strange. I wonder which country it comes from?" He Qianqing reached out and touched the hem of Yang Yuyao's T-shirt. Yang Yuyao didn't pay attention and began to reply to Goodford with what he understood to be Nuojiji's meaning. . As a dessert he had rarely eaten in his original world, Yang Yuyao still knew the specific taste of Xue Mei Niang.

However, what Yang Yuyao ate was not the Snow Meiniang that he bought at a cake shop, but the sugar-less version of Snow Meiniang that he had known since childhood and made by a doctor in the cardiovascular department. Maybe to other people it doesn't taste as delicious as the ones bought in cake shops, but Yang Yuyao, who doesn't really like food that is too sweet, likes this taste very much. The name Nuojiji was how the nurse sister in the department told Yang Yuyao to describe this feeling.

Gu Yuan: It is very, very soft when you bite it, as if your teeth will sink in, and you can even break it with your tongue. But it will be a little sticky, a little tough and can be drawn.

Goodford: Do these three words actually mean such a complex taste? Looks like I need to do some research.

Gu Yuan: Yeah, okay.

Yang Yuyao was suddenly startled. For some reason, He Qianqing's hand suddenly reached under his clothes and touched his chest.

"This T-shirt is really interesting." He Qianqing smiled, but the ambiguous contact finally made Yang Yuyao blush.

"Master..." Yang Yuyao saw He Qianqing lifting the hem of his clothes to his chest with his hands, as if he was exploring the structure that was different from regular clothes, and he didn't know how to react. He didn't understand why He Qianqing liked to touch his body. His body didn't have the softness of a woman, nor the strong, hormone-filled muscles that a man should have. In terms of body shape, he is not as handsome as He Qianqing himself.

However, in He Qianqing's view, the young man's slender figure paired with such thin muscles was just right. He looked extraordinarily beautiful and seemed to contain vigorous vitality that was about to burst out.

"Well, Xiaoyao, you are really beautiful, every bit of it." He Qianqing smiled in Yang Yuyao's ear with his mellow voice, which was full of texture and was enough to make anyone blush.