The Villain Raising Cubs[Transmigration Book]

When Meng Yijue woke up, he found that the sky outside had already darkened.

He put on his clothes and went to bed. As soon as he got up, he heard a soft knock on the door.

"Brother Yijue, are you up?"

Is it Yingying?Meng Yijue immediately went to open the door, "Please come in."

Holding a bowl of hot soup in her hand, Yingying cautiously stepped into the door.

"Brother Yijue, Qingyang picked some woodfish weeds from the yard today, and made you a decoction, which is said to be very effective in curing headaches."

Meng Yijue smiled, and took the soup with both hands, "Thank you, I'm sorry."

Over the years, Qingyang has been looking for various prescriptions for him to take care of his body. Unexpectedly, even after arriving at the Yanyun Sect, Qingyang was still thinking about this matter, so he specially found herbs to make soup.Meng Yijue felt warm in his heart.

He took a sip of the soup.

It was so bitter, so bitter that it was beyond imagination. Even after drinking various ointments all year round, he couldn't help puffing up his mouth and coughing lightly.

Yingying hurriedly said: "Brother Yijue, drink it slowly, Qingyang said that this medicine will burn your throat."

"Well, I know." Meng Yijue pursed his lips and smiled, then suddenly remembered something, and looked outside the house, "By the way, where is Ling Yuan? He was still in the house before..."

"He and Qingyang were just cooking medicine in the side room, and when Brother Yijue finishes drinking the medicine, let's go eat together."

"Then I have to speed up the progress." Meng Yijue said, resisting the weird bitter taste, and slowly drank the soup.

Yingying stared at him calmly.

When Meng Yijue finally drank the bowl of medicine in a daze, a smile appeared in her eyes again: "Brother Yijue, let's go to the front hall for dinner."

Meng Yijue nodded and followed her out the door.

Qingyang treated the wounds on Ling Yuan's body, and temporarily mixed a ointment for healing internal injuries, and asked him to take it.

Ling Yuan drank the medicine mechanically, and then sat motionless in a daze, neither speaking nor seeming to have the energy to think.

Seeing him showing a rare fatigue, Qingyang hesitated a few times, and finally couldn't help but say: "Junior brother, you don't want to talk about your affairs, and it's not easy for senior brother to ask too much, but... with your current appearance , Master will know something is wrong when he sees it later, how are you going to hide it from him?"

Ling Yuan's throat twitched, and after a while, she said in a muffled voice, "Return to the original shape."

As he spoke, his body shrank, and soon there was only a round ball lying on the stool.

Qingyang was taken aback.

This is a good way.After turning back into a dumpling, the wound on the outside is hard to see with the naked eye, and the tiredness on the face can't be seen either—anyway, apart from deliberately showing a vicious expression, the dumpling looks dull at other times, and there is not much difference.

Qingyang couldn't laugh or cry, "All right, you still have a way."

The dumpling let out a muffled grunt.

As soon as he returned to his original shape, Shui Tuanzi immediately doubled his sleepiness, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and he fell asleep not long after.

Qingyang stared at Tuanzi silently for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and he had an idea in his heart.

He had read in medical books that medicated baths were very effective in healing internal injuries.

At present, the amount of medicinal herbs he has is limited, and it is too extravagant to make medicinal baths for Ling Yuan's whole body, but if it is dumplings, it will be easy to say.

On the spur of the moment, Qingyang added some hot water to the pot of ointment on the stove that his junior brother hadn't finished drinking, and put a few medicinal herbs for healing internal injuries into it. After mixing and stirring for a while, a pot of medicinal soup was ready ready.

Then, Qingyang gently picked up the sleeping dumpling from the stool, and carefully put it into the pot.

The dumpling is not big, and it is more than enough to lie in the medicine pot.With the whole body down, the medicinal soup just overflowed to the mouth of the pot, it was full and did not overflow.

Then, the water level dropped slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.The potion is being continuously absorbed by the dumpling.

Qingyang rubbed his hands excitedly.

The water balls are very absorbent, and the epidermis of the whole body can absorb the medicine without hindrance.For it, medicated bath therapy is indeed much faster than internal plaster.

Although Tuanzi is currently seriously injured, if he soaks it in ointment for a day, he will be able to heal before the retest.

Qingyang was very satisfied with his masterpiece, and took a big spoon to stir it in the medicine pot a few times.

The round body of the dumpling was half floating in the soup, shaking and turning slightly as he stirred.

At this moment, Meng Yijue and Yingying walked into the room.

"Qingyang, Lingyuan, let's go have dinner..."

Meng Yijue walked into the room with a smile, but only saw Qingyang sitting in front of the stove, tinkering with something.He couldn't help looking around, "Hey, why are you the only one here, where is Lingyuan?"

"Ah, Master, this..."

Before Qingyang came back to his senses, Master had already stepped in front of him, "Are you boiling medicine again?"

Suddenly, Meng Yijue moved his eyes down, staring straight at Qingyang's medicine pot.

There was a small fire on the medicine stove, and steam was rising from the pot.In the dark medicinal soup, there was a crystal clear and round thing floating up and down.

The drop-shaped outline looks very familiar...

Meng Yijue's mind went blank.Pointing at the medicine pot, he said in a trembling voice: "Qingyang, that, what's in that pot, could it be..."

"Uh, it's like this..."

Meng Yijue looked at him in shock, "Qingyang, are the dumplings cooked in that pot?"

Qingyang hesitated to speak.If he directly said that he was giving Ling Yuan a medicine bath for internal injuries, then the master would definitely ask where Ling Yuan's injuries came from, and it would be even more difficult to explain at that time.Before he had time to figure out how to explain it, he just replied vaguely: "Yes, uh..."

Meng Yijue immediately picked up a spoon and scooped it into the pot, and took out the whole dumpling.

Tuanzi closed his eyes, laying motionless with his belly up, with a trace of heat coming out of his body.

Meng Yijue stared blankly, his face turned pale in an instant: "Duanzi, it's cooked."

Seeing Master's body shaking tremblingly, Qingyang quickly explained: "Master, don't worry, listen to me first, this is just an ordinary medicinal bath, junior brother is fine, really, I assure you! If you don't believe me, look ——" He quickly stretched out his fingers and poked the round belly of the dumpling a few times.

After a long while, the dumpling bounced softly, and stretched out its claws to rub the itchy part that was poked.He didn't open his eyes for a moment, and fell asleep with his mouth babbling again.

Seeing this, Meng Yijue let out a long sigh of relief.

Qingyang laughed dryly, "Master, don't be nervous, I have controlled the heat well, and I won't cook my junior."

Meng Yijue hummed, still puzzled, "However, what are you doing with the dumpling in the pot?"

"Isn't there going to be a retest soon? I specially prepared a medicinal soup for my brother to increase his energy to help him relax his meridians. After cooking in this soup for a while, his skill will be greatly improved, and it will be even better when he takes part in the retest the day after tomorrow." Awesome!" Qingyang patted his chest confidently, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely have no problem doing things!"

"Qingyang, you can't blame Master for being nervous. Why did you always do weird things since you studied medicine, and you especially like to use various things to test medicine?" Yingying interjected, "I still remember, Last summer, you hid two poisonous snakes in the rice jar, almost scaring Qingxi to death..."

Qingyang's face flushed immediately, "Uh, that was just an accident..."

Meng Yijue laughed, "It's a good thing to love research. Dumplings are highly absorbent, and medicinal baths must be good for them. It was Master who blamed you before."

Qingyang grinned, "Where is the master's words? I blame me for not explaining clearly earlier, and scaring the master."

He put the dumpling back into the pot, added some hot water, and then closed the lid, "Let's simmer for half an hour, and when we come back from dinner, the younger brother can be out of the pot."

"Hmm..." This sentence has a good meaning, but it always sounds a little weird...

A picture suddenly appeared in Meng Yijue's mind - a medical geek in a white coat sharpened his knife at the chubby little boy on the chopping board, showing his eerie white teeth.

On the last day before the re-examination, the smell of medicine filled the side room of the guest garden, and the small fire of the medicine stove was never extinguished.

Qingyang tried his best to make medicinal soup to heal his junior brother, and steamed and boiled the dumpling in the medicine pot.

After a full ten hours of unremitting efforts, the congestion in Shui Tuanzi's body was gradually emptied, and the wound at the dantian spirit vein also healed quickly.

After finishing the last medicated bath, it was already midnight.

Meng Yijue stood beside the medicine stove, watching Qingyang lift the lid of the pot.

After the steaming heat passed, the two looked inside at the same time——

I saw that the medicinal soup in the pot was clean and bottomed out, only a bulging dumpling was lying on the bottom of the pot, and the round eyes were wide open.

There were some semi-coagulated blood clots scattered around Tuanzi's body, apparently the blood was forced out of the body by the medicinal soup.

Seeing Master, Tuanzi grinned and popped out of the pot: "Gudu!" It waved its short claws happily, and spit out a string of small bubbles with a scent of medicine into the air.

Meng Yijue reached out to catch the dumpling, carried it into the clean water, and scrubbed it well.

Qingyang observed quietly, seeing Tuanzi swimming in the water basin, looking completely revived, Fang heaved a sigh of relief.

After bathing the dumpling, Meng Yijue went out to pour water, and the dumpling transformed into a boy.

Qingyang motioned him to stretch out his arm, "Come on, I'll show you the pulse again."

Ling Yuan stretched out her hand obediently.Qingyang took his pulse and looked him over from head to toe.

After confirming that Ling Yuan's complexion had recovered and there was no abnormality at all, the stone in Qingyang's heart fell to the ground: "The internal injury seems to be almost healed, at least it should be no problem to cope with the monster hunting tomorrow."

Ling Yuan smiled faintly, "Thank you, senior brother."

"Thank you, brother, thank God if you don't cause trouble for senior brother." Qingyang let out a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the injury wasn't too serious this time, and it was healed in a day's medicinal bath. You But remember, don't fight with others indiscriminately in the future, if this kind of thing happens again, the senior brother may not be able to help you hide it. If the master finds out, he will worry about you again..."

Listening to senior brother's nagging instructions, Ling Yuan said softly, "I know senior brother, and I will never do it again in the future."

"Okay, that's it for today, Duanzi, go back to sleep early, and tomorrow we will participate in the hunting of monsters." Qingyang yawned, and thumped his sore back, "I'm tired enough after frying the medicine for a day. gone."

Ling Yuan nodded, "Brother also rests earlier."

Not long after Ling Yuan returned to the bedroom, Meng Yijue also finished bathing and walked in wearing a nightgown.

After soaking in the medicine for a day, Shui Lingyuan was also a little tired, half leaning on the couch, ready to return to her original shape and rest.But I saw the master closed the door and walked over, staring at him quietly by the couch.

Sensing Master's gaze, Ling Yuan sat up, "What's the matter, Master, are you still asleep?"

Meng Yijue stared at him for a while, then said, "Ling Yuan... did you go to find Mozun yesterday?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Ling Yuan's eyes, but she soon calmed down.

Since Master said so, it means that he has discovered the clue.He no longer concealed, nodded, "Yeah."

Meng Yijue was silent and lowered his eyes.

After he told Ling Yuan about the Mozun's appearance yesterday afternoon, Ling Yuan disappeared for a while.When it reappeared at night, it turned back into a dumpling shape and was boiled in a pot by Qingyang.

Although Qingyang said that he got the secret recipe of medicinal bath to help the dumplings activate the meridians, but seeing his posture of cooking for ten hours without sleep, and the bruises poured out with the dregs of the medicine, Meng Yijue made a little association before and after, and then I understand why.

"Master, I did find Mozun, and I have a showdown with him."

At this point, Ling Yuan simply confessed everything.

"I found Hui Yan's residence yesterday afternoon, and met my father there. He asked me to go back to Demon Realm with him, but I refused, and we fought."

Meng Yijue looked at him suddenly, feeling his heart tightening for a moment.

Ling Yuan... really went to find the Demon Lord alone...

Meng Yijue stretched out his hand, and embraced Ling Yuan's shoulder tremblingly, "Ling Yuan, are you alright, is the injury serious...you, what are you..." How could you go to him alone!

At this point, Meng Yijue felt remorse and sourness in his heart.He regretted that he should have confided the matter to Ling Yuan impulsively. He knew it clearly, and with Ling Yuan's temperament, after learning that the Demon Lord had threatened him, he would not let it go.Seeing his helplessness, the child reassured him that he would investigate slowly with his master, but he turned around and went to find Mozun alone to do his best...

Ling Yuan smiled, wrapped her arms around Master's waist, and rubbed affectionately on his cheek.

"Master, don't be afraid, I have defeated him, and he will never dare to harass us again."

Meng Yijue was taken aback.

Although Ling Yuan's strength is outstanding in the sect, he is still a child in his teens, and his opponent is a brutal Demon Lord with hundreds of years of cultivation.Ling Yuan... how did he come back alive from the hands of the Demon Venerable?

"Master doesn't believe me?" There was a smile in Ling Yuan's watery eyes, "Although the fight was very difficult, I barely beat him."

Meng Yijue was curious: "How did you do it?"

"The Mozun is not as terrifying as the master imagined. He came this time with injuries." Ling Yuan said: "I found out in the fight with him that his dantian was severely wounded. Now he can neither devour other people's magic pills, nor can he condense spiritual energy by himself. I aimed at his weakness and smashed the fragments of the magic crystal bone into his spirit pool. As long as he dares to come to us again, I will It can directly detonate the remaining magic crystal bone fragments in his body and make him suffer enough."

Meng Yijue listened in a daze.Ling Yuan said it lightly, but he knew that the duel must be a fight to the death.

He looked at Ling Yuan, feeling heavy in his heart, distressed and admiring, unable to speak.

However, Ling Yuan didn't give him more time to be shocked.

The young man grabbed Meng Yijue's waist, hugged him and fell down on the couch.He lay on his side beside Master, put his head in the hollow of his shoulder, and said with a low smile, "Master, I fought hard this battle, how will Master reward me?"

The two fell on the couch facing each other, embracing and looking at each other.The distance is too close and the posture is ambiguous enough.

Meng Yijue's face became hot for a while, and he bit his lip unconsciously.

Ling Yuan looked at him dotingly.Every time Master is shy, he can't help but make this gesture.His eyes fell on those two cherry-like crystal red lips.

Attracted by that beautiful shape, the boy suddenly stretched out his fingertips and touched it lightly.

It was just as he had imagined, soft and bouncy.

"Master is biting his lip again."

Meng Yijue was taken aback for a moment, and then found himself biting his lip unconsciously.

However, seeing the young man's handsome cheeks close at hand, his eyes tender and tender, his face became even hotter, and instead he pursed his lips even tighter.

Seeing Master's reaction, Ling Yuan smiled lightly.

"Master, don't bite." He hugged Master tightly, and slowly approached him, staring at his lips with fiery eyes, "Let me bite, okay..."

Meng Yijue was slightly startled, his heart skipped a beat, and he started beating wildly, "What, what..."

"I mean," Ling Yuan stared directly at Meng Yijue's eyes with deep eyes, as if seeing his heart for a moment.The young man held him in his arms without any doubt, and said coaxingly with a magnetic voice, "Master, let me kiss you, okay?"