Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

While dodging, Lu Dongqing complained: "I am no longer a child, how can you compare me with Yan'er."

"Nonsense, you're obviously not a few years older than him." Lu Zhengqiu ignored his complaints, his palms were already on the ends of his hair, and his movements were done in one go. Relying on the advantage of half his head height, he quickly captured the high ground.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Lu Dongqing's heart sank, her face sank, and she said slowly: "Master, Rong Tuer reminds me, have you taken your medicine today?"

Hearing the word "medicine", Lu Zhengqiu's smile immediately froze on his lips.

He rolled his eyes and said with a sneer: "I don't really remember, maybe I ate it early in the morning."

Lu Dongqing turned defense into offense, took a step forward, and said unceremoniously: "No, when you dealt with those three people just now, your posture was fake, but the coughing sound was real. If you have taken medicine, you shouldn't be coughing up those three people. motionless."

Lu Zhengqiu said again: "Today's weather is too dry, my throat is not very comfortable."

Lu Dongqing still shook her head: "The weather today is not dry at all. It just rained in the morning, and the ground is wet. The puddles in the yard haven't dried yet."

"Maybe..."

"There are so many reasons," Lu Zhengqiu interrupted him with a sigh, "Your cold illness has been going on for a long time, and it hasn't improved. You must not take it lightly. If you don't pay attention to recuperation on weekdays, what should you do if your symptoms worsen?" good?"

Lu Zhengqiu rolled his eyes at him: "My good doctor, it's all right for you to chatter with outsiders, and you won't even let your own master off?"

Lu Dongqing immediately replied: "Of course I can't let it go," rolled her eyes and added, "You are a master, shouldn't you be a teacher and lead by example?"

Lu Zhengqiu put on a bitter face: "You have created a problem for me. If I don't listen to you, wouldn't I have to bear the reputation of corrupting the teacher's morality? Oh, when did my apprentice become so cunning? .”

Lu Dongqing had gained the upper hand, but instead of continuing to quarrel with the other party, she lowered her head and said, "I treat others every day, but I can't cure Master's illness. How can this be possible?"

After finishing speaking, he clenched his fists involuntarily, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened.

Lu Zhengqiu looked at him, knowing that the child's stubbornness had committed a crime again, and he took all major and minor matters on his shoulders.

It's not that he doesn't know how to act like a baby, but the way is different from others.

The one who is a teacher and an example can't help but feel guilty, coughed, and said in relief: "It's not a serious problem in the first place. Since you are worried, I will obediently listen to you and just take medicine."

After hearing this, Dongqing raised her head slightly, with the corners of her mouth raised, showing a slight smile: "Then I'll fry the medicine right away, and then stew the fish."

This smile made Lu Zhengqiu feel momentarily stunned, and his palm involuntarily landed on the top of the apprentice's head.

Dongqing didn't dodge in a rare way, and let her master ruffle her hair, and her thumb brushed the headband on her forehead vaguely.

Nine years have passed, even though the clothes have been changed many times, the silk ribbon is still as white as new, but the dark lines on the surface are somewhat blurred by washing.

The two seemed to be remembering something at the same time, they didn't speak, and let this moment of silence flow between each other.

When Lu Zhengqiu ran away with Dongqing, he was afraid that he would be recognized by others, so he bought this belt casually on the street in Anyi.At that time, the firelight dyed the dusk red, Holly looked blank, and said nothing until Lu Zhengqiu tied a white belt around his forehead, and pressed his forehead into his arms.

Lu Zhengqiu's memory has always been very clear. This scene seems to bring him back to that day, when the boy in front of him was still a naive child, fighting with others on the street, and he was not discouraged when he lost, like a little sun , burning on its own.

As the beginning of everything, all the experiences that day were deeply imprinted in his heart.

But for Dongqing, that day is what he wants to erase from his memory. He uses a headband to cover the unicorn horn, and also covers his past.

Since leaving the capital, he seemed to have grown up overnight, becoming silent and melancholy, rarely smiling.In just nine years, he has read countless pharmacopoeias and medical books, and has mastered his mother's medical skills. Like a stubborn seedling, he can't wait to become mature.

Gradually, it was difficult for Lu Zhengqiu to guess his thoughts from his introverted expression, only occasionally he glimpsed the shadow of that child in his gestures, fleeting, like the tentacles of a snail, popping up from time to time, just touching it lightly Retracted again.

When Lu Zhengqiu came back to his senses, Dongqing had already gone towards the kitchen.

His shoulders seem to be a little wider than yesterday, his figure is a little taller than yesterday, and his footsteps are still as steady as yesterday.

Lu Zhengqiu followed his back and said, "My dear disciple, can you make the medicine sweeter?"

"Master, don't be joking." The young man stopped and turned around, "How can medicine be sweet?"

The medicine is not only not sweet, but extremely bitter.

At dusk, Lu Zhengqiu was sitting by the porch, the black medicinal soup was spread on the bottom of the pottery bowl, and the hot air from the bowl contained a bitter taste, which made him frown.

There are a few grains of coarse maltose on the side of the bowl, which are the best candies he can buy in Sanping Village.He pushed one away and put it in his mouth, the wrinkles between his brows finally unfolded a bit, and then he reluctantly picked up the pottery bowl.

Whenever this happens, he always thinks of the peach blossom candy he took from Dongqing back then.

Although the sugar was crushed into several pieces, it surpassed all the sweetness in his memory.

Sanping Village is naturally incomparable with the capital Anyi, not only can you not buy peach blossom candy, but even the residence is much simpler.

The yard of the medicine shop is small, with simple furnishings. There is a well by the east wall, and a wooden frame by the west wall. There are bamboo towers on each floor, and there are various kinds of herbs in the towers. Only those who know medicine can tell them apart.After a long time, a faint bitterness floated all over the yard, and even the wheels on the well were also stained with a bit of bitterness.

At this moment, there was something unusual in the peaceful and serene courtyard.

Sword Qi.

Sword Qi is invisible, and only those who understand swords can grasp its trajectory. It is accurate and fast, and suddenly opens and closes, causing waves of ripples in the air. The cold water at the bottom of the well and the medicinal soup in the bowl follow the sword. The air is slightly rippling.

The sword energy was so sharp, but there was no trace of sword light, because the sword dancer had no sword at all, only a dead branch.

The dead branches were picked up by Lu Dongqing from the ground just now. They were only about a foot long, thin and curved. If you bent down, you could pick up a dead branch like this.But Lu Dongqing held it firmly in his hand, and posed his moves carefully, sending out a little internal energy between his hands and hands.

His movements were done in one go, his clothes were full of wind, his ponytail was flying in the air along with the sleeves of his clothes, his figure was scattered and erratic, exuding a full of heroic spirit.

Lu Zhengqiu narrowed his eyes, following his figure, watching his every move, his eyes became as sharp as a falcon.

After the series of sword dances ended, Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help clapping his hands, approving: "That's right, the sword energy condensed just now is very good."

Dongqing stopped, lowered the hand holding the "sword" to her side, stood firm, and turned around slowly.

The wind around him also subsided, and a few peach petals fell from the sky, drawing a vortex-like trajectory around him, spinning and slowly sinking to the ground.

Before the leaves touched the soil, Lu Dongqing's feet had already kicked off the ground.

Relying on his foot strength, he rose into the air, his toes slid out a few feet with the ground in mind, he stretched out the dead branch, aimed at Lu Zhengqiu's left shoulder, and drove straight in.

His movements were faster than the wind, and the sword energy gathered in an instant, like a real blade, straight and sharp.

In the blink of an eye, the unstoppable "Jian Feng" had come before Lu Zhengqiu.