Rebirth: Holding on to the golden thigh and showing off

Master Chen Ming has not returned to the Buddhist sect for a long time, so he will follow us back to take a look.

Sometimes fate is just so wonderful.

When the guards of Han Yi's family were passing by the bushes, they found an unconscious, bald, pig-headed man. The guards didn't want to pay attention to him at first.

Han Ziyao just came out for some fresh air, and he felt that this pig-headed man was a little familiar. "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You take good care of him."

The guards cleaned up the pig-headed man and carried him to the cart at the back that was loaded with luggage.

Qi Jin went to great lengths to escape from Xuanwu City, but now he was easily sent back to Xuanwu City by Han Yi's family. He must want to vomit blood when he wakes up.

"Brother, what are you still dawdling about? Come up quickly!" Han Feifei didn't want to waste even a moment.

Xue Yuan might have left, so where would she go to find him then?

"Okay, okay, brother will be there soon. You have just recovered, don't be angry." Han Ziyao had always doted on Han Feifei, and now that this happened, he became even more careful in caring for Han Feifei.

Han Yi's family also has a courtyard in Xuanwu State.

Early in the morning, Han Feifei went out with her guards and maids, saying that she was going to inquire about Xue Yuan's news. Han Ziyao couldn't stop her, so he had to ask Grandpa Hu to take good care of her.

Han Yi entered the imperial city. Opposite him was the king of Xuanwu Kingdom, and the two of them were communicating with each other.

When Qi Jin woke up, he found himself lying on a soft bed. His head felt a little cold, so he raised his hand and touched it. Where was his hair?

Wasn’t it enough that the group of people beat him up, they also burned his hair?

The wound on his face had not healed completely yet, and it still hurt a little when he pulled the wound in anger.

Han Ziyao came in and saw the pig-headed man's attributes, "Your injuries haven't healed yet. Excuse me, who hit you so hard?"

It's a bit insulting that they even burned all the hair on their bodies.

Qi Jin was shocked. Isn't this man Han Ziyao? They have met each other a few times. His younger brother Qi Wei is Han Feifei's fiancé. How come they came to Xuanwu City?

"It's my enemy. I admit that I'm not as skilled as him, but thank you for saving my life." Qi Jin changed his voice. He couldn't let Han Ziyao recognize him, otherwise it would be very troublesome later.

"Then you should have a good rest. You can leave when you are well again. It is very safe here and your enemies will not be able to find you."

"Where is this place?" Qi Jin didn't dare to think about it. It was a place that was close and safe.

"This is Xuanwu City. We found you in the bushes outside the city."

"Xuanwu City..." Qi Jin didn't want to stay for a moment, "I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do at home, and my injury is almost healed, so I can leave."

Qi Jin immediately got out of bed and put on his clothes, taking advantage of the fact that the wound on his face had not yet healed so that others would only think he looked familiar.

"Are you in such a hurry? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

"No, I can do it by myself. Here are dozens of mid-grade spirit stones. Thank you for saving my life." Qi Jin hurried towards the gate of the yard.

"Let him go, no need to stop him." Han Ziyao saw that the man was walking so quickly, and this matter must be very urgent.

Qi Jin just bumped into the angry Han Feifei.

"You pig-headed man, don't you have eyes? It's an eyesore. Get out of my house now." Han Feifei said and walked away without looking back.

"Don't be angry, brother. My young lady is just a little spoiled. She means no harm." Uncle Hu explained that the young lady's attitude towards him became even worse after she came back.

"It's okay, it's okay." It was not the first time that Qi Jin saw Han Feifei lose her temper.

Anyway, it was his brother Qi Wei who was treating Han Feifei badly, so it was none of his business. He just felt sorry for his brother who had to endure this tigress.

"Sister, don't be angry, just look for it again." Han Ziyao saw the porcelain pieces all over the floor. This teapot was his favorite.

"I met that Chu Yan, and she said Xue Yuan had left a long time ago. I asked her which sect Xue Yuan was from, but she was hesitant and refused to tell me. And those second-generation officials from Xuanwu Country also spoke up for Chu Yan. It pissed me off!"

"The Yi Yang Sect thinks it's so great. Ahhhh, I'm getting angrier the more I think about it. So many people are bullying me. Brother, let's go again now and you help me." Han Feifei grabbed Han Ziyao's hand and wanted to go out.

"No, no, sister. Don't rush out when you just come back. The kitchen has stewed some soup and I'll give it to you." Han Ziyao greased his feet and ran away immediately.

Uncle Hu was left alone to bear Han Feifei's anger.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Han Feifei was making a loud noise in the room.

Since she was rescued, she has been unable to control her temper. Although the pharmacist said she was in good health, only she herself knew that something was wrong.

She couldn't say what was different.

The guards and maids outside the door looked panicked. The young lady's temper was getting worse and worse, and it was really difficult to work under her.

The Buddhist sect is quite far away from the Xuanwu Kingdom. Master Chen Ming likes to walk on country roads and go into small villages to rest when passing by.

Lubai is used to it. He also helps the villagers repair roofs, wooden doors, wooden beds, wells...

At this time, Master Chen Ming was drinking wine and chatting with the village chief, saying that whenever he encountered difficulties, he should look for his little apprentice, and that young people needed to exercise.

When Kai Lubai was still young, the villagers only dared to ask him to help weed and collect firewood. As he grew older, the reasons for asking him for help were all kinds of strange.

Some greedy villagers directly asked him for money and spirit stones, and some villagers asked their daughters to follow him. In the end, Lu Bai fled in panic.

Master Chen Ming laughed in the back and said that he was training Lu Bai in the ways of the world.

According to Lu Bai, Master Chen Ming was just too lazy to teach him, so he let the monsters and demons from all over the Fuxing Continent teach him, under the pretext of letting him experience the ups and downs of life.

Bitterness, Green Cypress has experienced it for a long time.

He asked Master Chen Ming when he could have some sweet time. He said that the time for sweetness would come. Don't keep thinking about it, or time will pass very slowly.

When he was a child, Lu Bai listened to Master Chen Ming obediently. But as he grew older, he realized that it was not the case and that Master Chen Ming was just teasing him.

We traveled slowly and arrived at a small village on the edge of Xuanwu State. There were only a dozen households there, and they were all very happy to see us.

"Master, please save my daughter!" The old village chief knelt down and begged Master Chen Ming.

"If you have something to say, please tell me slowly. I'm not a master yet, so I can't accept such a great gift." Master Chen Ming supported him from a distance. He couldn't accept such a great gift.

"My son has been sleeping soundly since he came back from collecting herbs. It's been a month now. I have paid a large sum of money to hire a pharmacist to come and see him, but he couldn't find any problem. I have been crying every day, and I..." The old village chief became more and more choked up as he spoke.

"You lead the way, and we'll follow and take a look."

The old village chief led the way, and a large group of us followed, with many villagers watching along the way.

"My home is rather simple, I hope you don't mind." The wrinkles on the old village chief's face deepened.

The small village is full of wooden houses, which look like they were built by the villagers themselves.