[Comprehensive martial arts] When Qin Daddy travels through the world of martial arts

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his head, seeing the boy's tightly closed eyes suddenly drop a tear.

He withdrew his gaze and concentrated on taking his pulse.

The person on the bed suddenly let out a sob, and the tears flowed more urgently.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes fell back on his face, he paused for a moment, got up to fetch a wrung towel, and gently wiped away the tears and mud from the boy's face.

After a while, Hua Manlou personally brought in the boiled medicine, and the room was immediately filled with a bitter medicine smell.

Mei Jingxian slowly suffocated in the seawater pouring into his nose, he could feel that the seawater seemed to be squeezing his body, after an unknown period of time, a bitter taste was suddenly poured into his mouth.

He opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, and he could hear the woman's voice from time to time, but he couldn't hear it clearly, let alone understand the meaning.

He spat out the medicine juice in his mouth dissatisfied, and could feel a gentle force wiping the corner of his mouth. The woman comforted him with gentle words, and fed him another mouthful of medicine.

He swallowed helplessly, frowning at the extremely bitter and weird taste.

When he was able to open his eyes, he realized that he had been reborn as a baby.

However, his health didn't seem to be very good. Besides breast milk, he had to drink a bowl of unpleasant bitter medicine every day.

The woman who took care of him was very gentle and considerate, she often hugged and talked to him, and called herself Aunt Yu, but she was not his biological mother.

It has been a month since he was born, and he has never seen his mother, nor has he ever left this small room, except for the nanny, only Aunt Yu appeared in front of him.

Until one day, a woman broke in.

He was excited and pleasantly surprised, because the woman's face was clearly the mother in his memory.

He was reborn after death, did his mother have the same experience as him?

He stared at her intently, until the other party pulled out the hairpin from her head full of hatred, and stabbed it fiercely at his eyes.

He was petrified, Aunt Yu ran in from the door and pushed her away.

The tail of the sharp silver hairpin scratched his left eyebrow, causing a sharp pain.

The baby's body couldn't bear the pain. He was startled and hurt, and cried loudly.

A sticky fluid slid down into his eyes, mixing with the tears.

He could only see blood red in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even see the face that was indistinguishable from his mother's.

Aunt Yu hugged him to protect him, covered the wound on his eyebrow with a handkerchief, and scolded: "Senior Sister, what are you doing?! Zhengzheng is your child!"

He heard her indifferent voice full of disgust, "He is not, I have no children!"

The injury on his eyebrows became more painful, and he cried louder, unable to stop until he passed out.

When he woke up, the wound had been carefully bandaged and medicated. Apart from Aunt Yu, there were two more women who took care of him. One called himself Aunt Tong and the other Aunt Qing.

... After all, no normal adult would introduce his full name to a baby.

And that woman, his biological mother, never came again.

I don't know how long it took, the injury on the eyebrow healed, and the faint pain disappeared.

Aunt Yu and the other two aunts often looked at his face and sighed, "We are so good-looking, but unfortunately, this scar has ruined our appearance."

Whenever this time, he would chuckle and show them a toothless smile.

One day, Aunt Yu suddenly cried while holding him, "Why did you send Zheng Zheng away? Can't you keep him?"

Aunt Tong shook her head helplessly, "The workshop no longer accepts male disciples. Besides, if Zhengzheng is left for a long time, how will you let their mother and son deal with each other? If this matter gets out, not only will Zhengzheng It's not good, and it's not good for Xiufang's reputation."

Aunt Qing looked reluctant, but said: "We are also reluctant to clank, but this is the best way."

He is too young now to understand too long words, but he understands the general meaning of their conversation.

—he was going to be sent away.

In the evening, a dignified and gentle woman entered his room.

He was placed on the floor covered with a thick quilt, and three aunts were waiting beside him, holding silver needle brushes and similar paints in their hands.

A strange-smelling liquid was applied to his eyebrows, and looking at the objects held by the three aunts, he seemed to understand what they were going to do.

The strange gentle woman touched his face and said with a smile: "This kid is really good, he still looks at me and smiles."

Aunt Yu said: "Zhengzheng always likes to smile, everyone is smiling, big sister, can you..."

The elder sister sighed, and Aunt Yu stopped talking.

He smiled at Aunt Yu, not wanting her to be too sad.

Probably because of the application of the medicine, he didn't feel any pain during the process, just a little itching.

This process was a bit long for a baby, and he soon couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

After waking up, Aunt Yu teased him with a bronze mirror.

So, he saw that the eyebrow on the left side of his face covered with scars had turned into a branch of peach blossoms dotted with pink.

The next night, Aunt Yu fed him the medicine with tears streaming down his face, then put him in a basket, covered it with a ventilated cover, and hurried out the door.

He had a premonition of what was going to happen, and he acted calmly.

Aunt Yu seemed to have walked a long way, so long that he couldn't help but fell asleep from sleepiness.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in another person's arms, still a man.

The other side is like Guanyu, but his expression is very indifferent, and he is looking at him with a very indifferent and cold gaze.

This was the first man he had seen after his rebirth. He grabbed the silk belt hanging from his black hat and smiled at him.

Laughing is the only expression he can express to the outside world independently after his rebirth.

He is still a baby, he can't even speak, when Aunt Yu is sad, he can only comfort her with a smile, and if he meets someone who doesn't like him, he can only express his friendliness with a smile.

Over time, laughing seems to have become a habit.

The man's eyes flickered for a while, and gradually softened, and he even stretched out his hand to gently stroke the peach blossoms on his eyebrows.

At this moment, he even thought that the other party was his biological father in this life.

It wasn't until he was taken to the scholarly family in Lantau and Clear Water that he truly recognized the world he was in.

And how could Yang Yifei, the master of Changge Sect, be his biological father?

Afterwards, he became the grandson of Elder Mei. After three years old, he officially became a teacher. He never returned to the place full of galleries, embroidery workshops and winding bridges.

……

When Mei Jingxian woke up, the room was bright and dim, and outside the window was already pitch black.

He looked at the flickering candles on the table, and lost his mind for a while.

It has been a long time since he thought about his first birth.

When he was a child, he used to think that Fangzhu Ye painted this peach blossom on his eyebrows, in addition to covering his ugliness, maybe it also had the purpose of keeping it as a mark.

But after waiting for more than ten years, when he grew from an infant to a teenager, the person in his memory never appeared again, and now he can't even remember her face clearly.

There was a slight sound from the door, and Ximen Chuixue pushed the door open, holding a bowl of steaming soup in his hand.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the boy who was half sitting up on the bed, stepped forward, and handed over the medicine in his hand.

A disgusting bitter smell rushed straight into his nose, which also diluted the unspeakable thoughts in his mind. Mei Jingxian frowned and did not move.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned slightly, and sent the medicine bowl forward again.

The mist clouded Mei Jingxian's eyes. Looking at the medicine bowl that almost reached under his nose, he held it with both hands with a bitter face, completely unable to pull out a polite smile, "Thank you, Master Ximen."

Holding the medicine bowl in his slender and fair hands, the young man took a sip, his delicate face wrinkled immediately.

He swallowed slowly and slowly, his movements slowed down, his bitter and bitter expression seemed to be drinking a bowl of poison.

Mei Jingxian naturally knew that it would be the most troublesome to take a sip of the medicine, and drinking it slowly one sip was like enduring a slow and tormenting torture.

However, when he was a child, he kept using soups and medicines for three years, so he had a deep-rooted rejection of Chinese medicines. When he thought of drinking them all in one go, he felt a convulsion in his stomach.

Ximen Chuuxue seemed impatient to see his slow posture, so he got up and went out.

Mei Jingxian watched his back disappearing outside the door, and thanked him again in her heart.

This swordsman, who had always been indifferent as if he had no human feelings, first saved his life, and then brought him soup and medicine himself, presumably even his body was diagnosed and treated by the other party.

Mei Jingxian suddenly thought of the discussion in Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion when they first met, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, as expected, a peck and a drink are all predetermined.

He looked down at the medicine bowl in his hand for a while, finally sighed helplessly, took out a pack of lotus cake from Hefangzhai from his backpack, took half a mouthful of the medicine, and ate two pieces of lotus cake, bitter for a while, sweet for a while The taste is really complicated and unspeakable.

"Jingxian! I heard from Ximen Chuuxue that you're awake!"

Before the door opened, she heard Lu Xiaofeng's loud voice, Mei Jingxian was so startled that half a mouthful of pastry choked into her throat, and her face turned red immediately.

He quickly put the rest of the lotus cake back into his backpack, holding the medicine bowl and coughing non-stop.

"How are you?" Hua Manlou walked to the bed, heard his continuous coughing, and couldn't help worrying: "Master Ximen said that besides being poisoned, your muscles and bones were also damaged. Could it be that you also contracted a cold?"

"Cough," Mei Jingxian coughed lightly, embarrassed to admit that she stole pastries out of fear of suffering, and changed the subject with a guilty conscience, "It's okay, it's just that my throat is a little itchy. By the way, how long have I been in a coma? How is the sixth son?"

Speaking of this matter, Hua Manlou's attention was really turned away by him, and he happily replied: "I don't want Master Ximen to be so proficient in medicine. Medicine. The sixth brother is awake now, but he is so thin that he is a little out of shape, and he can't get out of bed and walk for the time being, and he needs to be raised for a few more days."

Just as he was talking, Lin Shiyin stepped into the door carrying a bowl of white porridge and two light side dishes, and when she saw that Mei Jingxian really woke up, she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, "You must be hungry after being in a coma for a long time, I made it for you Some food. Both you and Liutong have not fully recovered, so you can’t pick your mouth now, it’s best to eat some light porridge and side dishes. I know your mouth has always been very tricky. You can eat anything..."