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Her voice was so loud that it attracted people from other sects in the nearby courtyard. They all leaned their heads to watch the show, and pointed at her from time to time.

"Is this sect leader bullying the juniors? Why did he come to Bu Lao Pavilion when he was not feeling well? The seat of Bu Lao Pavilion is so far away from the Ba Dao Sect, so there is no chance to attack him."

"That's right, maybe I ate something unclean."

"Hey, please keep your voice down. When Sect Master Duan hears it later, Sect Master Duan will be very angry!"

"Ah, yes, yes, keep your voice down, we will be in trouble later."

"Just be the loudest."

"You fart, my voice is too loud, it's obviously you!"

"..."

Duan Wuming had a high level of cultivation, so he naturally heard these words word for word. Then the result is that I am going to explode.

"Shut up for me, you want to die, don't you?"

Duan Wuming's face was extremely gloomy, he struck out with a blast of palm wind and stomped his foot so hard that the floor shook a few times. Immediately, those who had just commented did not dare to say anything. They shrank their heads and remained silent.

Song Xiaoye felt happy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She stepped back a little and looked scared: "Sect Leader Duan, you are so cruel. You can't get angry at us even if you have a physical problem, right?"

"Shameless boy!"

Duan Wuming only thought that the mute was eating coptis. He knew that it was Song Xiaoye who had done it, but he had no evidence.

"you…"

Duan Wuming wanted to say something else, but at this moment his stomach started to churn again, and the strong feeling came again. Something seemed to be gushing out from between his buttocks. In a hurry, he had to clamp his legs and cover his head. I quickly ran back to my yard.

"boom!"

The courtyard door clanged as he smashed it.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Let's go, let's go."

Song Xiaoye poked her head out and said to the people watching the show with a smile.

"Hmph, you dare to mess with me!"

After closing the door, Song Xiaoye immediately put on a proud expression. She had already set up a barrier in the courtyard where they lived, and was not afraid of Duan Wuming's detection.

Song Huaiqing was in the room, listening to the noise outside, and felt funny when she thought of Duan Wuming's unspeakable expression of pain.

……

Throughout the afternoon, Song Huaiqing was still pressed on the bed by Song Xiaoye to rest. Even though he said it was okay, Song Xiaoye remained unmoved and even sat directly in his room and stared at him. Song Huaiqing had no choice but to wake up and continue sleeping. sleep.

During dinner, under Song Huaiqing's repeated protests, Song Xiaoye finally allowed him to get out of bed, and after his strong request, agreed to put the food in the yard, but Song Huaiqing was required to wear that thick cloak. .

"Sister, I'm not cold."

The sun hadn't set yet and it wasn't cold at all, but Song Xiaoye couldn't help but put the cloak on him without any explanation, and finally tied the drawstring in front tightly, wrapping him up like a rice dumpling.

"Then you go back to bed and eat."

Song Xiaoye was wandering around with chopsticks in her hands. When she heard this, she paused her hands and gave him a fake smile. She narrowed her eyes, as if he would be dead if he said anything else.

Song Huaiqing: "..."

Well, silence is golden.

Just as the two were about to start eating, Cheng Ji came.

"Pavilion Master Song, can I come in?"

Cheng Ji first said hello to Song Xiaoye, and then leaned half of his body through the crack in the door she opened to ask Song Huaiqing's opinion.

Song Huaiqing nodded, and Song Xiaoye opened the door wide and let the Prime Minister in. Cheng Ji found a stone bench and sat down, shaking the fan in his hand carelessly. He looked around before speaking: "Are you still used to Pavilion Master Song? The lighting in this courtyard is not very good. I will arrange to change the courtyard."

Although Cheng Ji didn't come before, he knew what happened. I have some free time here, so I came here to take a look. He knew that Song Huaiqing liked to be quiet, and that Duan Wuming would be a little troublesome, so he asked.

"Nothing, pretty good."

Of course Song Huaiqing also knew what Cheng Ji was up to, but he probably liked watching Duan Wuming jump around in anger, and he was also bored, so watching a show occasionally was fun.

"Well, okay." After Cheng Ji finished speaking, his eyes focused on Song Huaiqing. He found that Song Huaiqing's face seemed to be worse than at yesterday's banquet. He frowned, and his concern was self-evident:

"Are you really okay? Why do you look weaker? I'll call a doctor for you."

"No, my body has always been like this."

Song Huaiqing waved his hand and refused. Logically speaking, Cheng Ji was the brother that the original owner had depended on when he was a child, and he could also feel the kindness exuded by Cheng Ji, so he should trust him.

But he is not the original owner after all, and he cannot trust Cheng Ji so quickly. If other people knew about his injuries, Duan Wuming alone might be looking for trouble, not to mention there were so many people with evil intentions.

"OK then."

Being rejected again, Cheng Ji felt a little depressed. Maybe it was the reunion after a long absence, but he still regarded Song Huaiqing as the weak brother in his memory who needed his protection. But the fact is that Song Huaiqing's cultivation level is far beyond his now, and he doesn't need his protection at all.

After a few seconds of silence, Cheng Ji seemed to think of something again, took out a box, put it on the table, put his fingertips against it and sent it to Song Huaiqing: "Then you can take this, it will be of great benefit to your health."

He had heard about Song Huaiqing's frail health a long time ago. At that time, the old sect leader always ridiculed that Master Xu actually accepted a frail wanderer as his disciple and raised him like a sweetheart. He was very upset about this. Dismissively, he didn't know that this person was Song Huaiqing at that time.

Because the box was transparent, Song Huaiqing and Song Xiaoye could naturally see the contents inside.

It is a Ganoderma lucidum, but it is different from ordinary Ganoderma lucidum. It is red all over, as delicate and charming as blood, but it also gives people a sense of spirituality. There is a little red mist lingering around the body, even though there are several seals arranged on the box. Formation, but still revealed powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

"Isn't this one of your Zongzong treasures, Yuluo Xuezhi?!"

Song Xiaoye on the side screamed in surprise.

Come on, Yuluo Blood Zhizhi has always been a treasure of the Tongjian Sect. It can cleanse the menstruation and cut the marrow, and achieve the effect of rebirth. It can be said to be a treasure that can change one's life against the will of heaven, but now it was given away by the Prime Minister. To recuperate her junior brother's health? !

If the old sect master found out, he might not even be able to close the coffin boards, right? ! After all, Yuluo Xuezhi is a treasure that Tongjian Sect has guarded for several generations!

Song Huaiqing was also a little shocked. He didn't expect that Cheng Ji would give him such a precious thing. This favor is too great to repay.

With this thought in mind, he stretched out his hand and pushed the box towards the Prime Minister.

Unlike their shock, Cheng Ji seemed much calmer and held one hand against the box that was pushed back. He stopped shaking the fan in his hand, with a serious expression on his face:

"Brother Huaiqing, do you have to be so different from me? In my eyes, treasures are meant to be used by others. If no one uses them, then they will become useless if they remain there.

It’s been so many years since we got to know each other again. In my heart, you are my biological brother. I just want to fulfill my responsibility as a brother, but can’t I do that?

Or do you think you already treat me as an outsider, and you feel you owe me a huge favor by accepting it? "