Become a leader for three hours a day

When Lan Tian woke up, he felt that his body was in fucking pain, as if the blood from his heart and lungs was infecting his body, and he was about to explode and die. Lan Tian has always been a person who is afraid of pain, This feeling made his eyes go black for a while, and he almost passed out again.

Trying to reach out, Lan Tian checked his body, but he didn't suffer any injuries at all. Could this be the so-called internal injury?Emotionally, Lan Tian also had a day of internal injuries.

Lan Tian sat up, coughed hard twice, suddenly there was blood in his mouth, and Lan Tian's face turned black.

That damned brat, shouldn't he be made to suffer? He can bear anything, except the pain!

Lan Tian staggered to his feet, with burning pain in his heart and lungs, holding on to the table beside him, Lan Tian noticed the white paper on the table.

Walking forward, the wild grass above was reflected in the sight of the blue sky. Every stroke penetrated the back of the paper, and the last stroke even seemed to use the greatest strength. Obviously judging from the handwriting, it was really a big blow.

only……

Lan Tian didn't learn calligraphy much, so the characters are really hard to read.

Finally sat down, Lan Tian looked at the characters above, coughed a little twice, and carefully identified them.

——Let my father promise me to go and get back the secret box myself, it's a shame.

At the last word, Lan Tian could even see the trembling strokes of the brush, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Did that kid treat him as a subordinate?Looking at the tone of people in a bad mood, it's just...

Just like him!

But compared to this, Lan Tian felt that what he needed more was a doctor.

Lan Tian is sure that the original body must have insisted on walking back step by step, that stubborn boy should have a temper like his... very useless, leaning on a cane, limping towards the bamboo forest.

After finally reaching the depths of the bamboo forest, Lan Tian really exhausted the last of his strength, leaning against the bamboo beside him, he felt as if he saw the stars all over the world, and his breathing felt burning.

Lan Tian opened his mouth: "Le Feng!"

The wind slowly blows through the bamboo leaves, taking away the dust on the ground. Lan Tian struggles to raise his eyes, and what he sees is a figure standing not far away.

Lan Tian twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly, is this girl still waiting and watching?

"Get the hell out of here, you're about to die, and heal Lao Tzu's wounds!"

Lan Tian heard the other party sighed deeply, and then came over, Lan Tian closed his eyes, and he didn't even have the strength to blink.

He felt something with a medicinal smell pressed against his lips, but Lan Tian really didn't have the strength to open his mouth to eat it.

Le Feng had no way to directly stuff the fortress in, so he could only stretch out his fingers to pry open a gap in Lan Tian's lips, and his fingers entered the hot and humid mouth, feeling the sticky bloody liquid.

Frowning inadvertently, Le Feng took out his silk handkerchief and wrapped it around his fingers, and penetrated into Lan Tian's mouth to clean the mucus stuck in his throat, Lan Tian frowned uncomfortably.

"Be patient." Le Feng's expression remained unchanged, he poured cool water into Lan Tian's mouth, and Sipa blocked Lan Tian's mouth, "Rinse your mouth and spit it out."

Lan Tian didn't mind, and just spit out the bloodshot water, all of which flowed on Le Feng's silk handkerchief.

Le Feng stuffed the pill into Lan Tian's mouth, mixed the medicine powder he carried with him into water, mixed the pill with Lan Tian and swallowed it.

A cool feeling entered the body, and only then did Lan Tian feel that his anxious breathing was barely comfortable.

"You have suffered serious internal injuries, bear with it." Le Feng hugged Lan Tian horizontally, because of this movement Lan Tian faltered sadly, and Le Feng subconsciously relaxed his movements, "A man, even this pain no?"

Lan Tian closed his eyes, but his consciousness was still clear. Hearing this sentence, he retorted subconsciously: "You know a fart."

The voice was very weak, but Le Feng felt relieved when he heard it, and went back to the bamboo house he built, put Lan Tian on the bed, pulled Lan Tian's clothes off, and healed Lan Tian.

"The leader took precautions, otherwise what is lying here now would be a corpse."

Lan Tian weakly opened his eyes, saw that he had been tied into a hedgehog, and looked at the sky speechlessly. The internal injury of feelings was caused by the leader. Father and son, what kind of enmity and resentment can they be so cruel.

"The secret box..." Although Lan Tian knew that he was going to ask the leader to let him find the secret box, this 'revenge of shame' had a lot of meaning, "Did I lose it?"

Le Feng didn't pick up the conversation, and Lan Tian himself guessed it pretty well. After all, Le Feng is an outsider, so it's not easy for him to participate in the teaching affairs.

"Where's the secret box?" Lan Tian coughed twice and gritted his teeth.

"Perhaps the Fourth Hall Master will know." Le Feng said.

Lan Tian lowered his head and looked at the needles on his chest: "How long will it take to heal... No, how long will it take before I can feel better."

"If you just feel better, I can make you feel better now." Le Feng said lightly.

Lan Tian also thought of modern analgesics, such as morphine, could it be done in ancient times?

"Then make me feel better." Lan Tian lay on the bamboo bed, "I still have things to do."

Three hours is still too short a time.

"Where are you going? I'll accompany you." Le Feng thought for a while and said.

"You'd better stay in your bamboo grove obediently, you can't go out, right?" There is probably a reason why people who cross the border can be shot directly.

Le Feng did not speak, but took off the acupuncture bit by bit. When it was all taken off, Lan Tian felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and suddenly spit out all the blood. Although the internal organs were very painful, but unexpectedly I felt much better after spitting it out.

Feeling the body relaxed a lot, Lan Tian glanced at Le Feng with a half-smile: "You are really a good doctor."

Le Feng still didn't answer, but stretched out his hand, and the sharp needle suddenly plunged into the acupuncture point, and Lan Tian suddenly felt the pain in his body disappear bit by bit, as if he had never been sick.

Without the needle, Le Feng said: "Go do your work, come back immediately after finishing."

"I see, doctor." Lan Tian tilted his head and went out without looking back.

Quickly walking towards the fourth hall master's mansion, Lan Tian raised his head and saw that haunted house again, without even thinking about it, he walked in directly, and immediately the servant appeared in front of him, holding the lamp made him feel uncomfortable The red lanterns blocked the way of the blue sky.

"The Fourth Hall Master is not here." The servant said lightly, but he did not have the arrogance towards him before.

"I'm here to look for you." Although Lan Tian couldn't feel the pain in his body, he knew that his injury was serious, so he sat directly on the beam of the threshold, "There is something wrong."

The boy frowned, but didn't refuse: "What's the matter, Young Master?"

"What's your name?" Lan Tian didn't go straight to the target, but just asked.

"Subordinate Yuting."

"What's the surname?" Lan Tian looked at the other party, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled ambiguously, which made the servant suddenly feel a sense of crisis.

"Subordinates don't have surnames." The boy stood in the distance, and replied very respectfully, with a formulaic expression.

Lan Tian leaned against the door, looked at the boy, and couldn't help but smile: "Girls, you should smile more, don't keep a straight face all night, how ugly!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Yuting's expression suddenly became very strange, his eyes flickered, and he looked up at the blue sky in surprise.

The corners of Lan Tian's mouth curled into a smile, with a look of indifference, that little expression made Lan Tian feel happy, and he amplified his voice reluctantly: "Could it be that you have been pretending to be a boy? Oh no, I actually It’s too bad to just say it directly, slap your mouth.”

Lan Tian even patted his mouth lightly like playing tricks, his eyes were full of smiles.

Yuting's complexion was already very bad, quite bad, and the red lantern in his hand seemed to be on fire at any moment.

"You tell me one thing, and I'll tell you a secret, how about it?" Lan Tian stopped teasing the other party, and felt that the heat was almost ready.

Only at this time did Yuting relax, as if accepting his fate: "What does the young master know? If you need to ask the fourth hall master directly, the fourth hall master will definitely tell you directly."

"Of course I just didn't want to ask him, that's why I came here to ask you." Lan Tian stretched out his hand and made a gesture for the other party to come over.

Yuting thought for a long time, but finally squatted down and half-kneeled beside Lan Tian. Only then did Lan Tian realize that this boy was actually about the same height as Song Yuting in his world, really...very short.

"Tell me, who snatched the secret box?" When Lan Tian said it, he carefully paid attention to the expression of the other party, seeing that the boy's expression didn't change much, and his heart beat a little.

What does this mean no change?Is it dismissive of his question?Or maybe he's hiding his expression to prevent him from seeing something?

"It's Baihua Temple." Yuting said.

Lan Tian was taken aback for a moment, um?nun?Why did they confront the nun?

"This is something that everyone in the church knows." Yu Ting followed up.

Suddenly, Lan Tian sweated wildly in his heart, feeling that this is no longer secret information, so why did Le Feng ask him to find the Fourth Hall Master, could it be that he felt unhappy when he sweared at him?Careful!

"Really, is there only Baihua Temple?" Lan Tian deliberately pretended to be aggressive, squinting his eyes to pretend to be profound, "That's all, there is no way to exchange my secret."

Yuting finally paused, lowered his head with a complicated expression, Lan Tian was stunned for a moment, I'm going, did I hit the right track?Is there really a secret?

"You won't say it?" Lan Tian was anxious, and almost said that he would be lenient when he confessed, and stricter when he resisted.

"This time Hundred Blossoms is in the early stage, and all the martial arts alliances have already placed experts around. I am afraid that this operation is a blow to my God-Emperor sect from all the martial arts parties."

……

Ten thousand mud horses galloped past in Lan Tian's heart.

Although he didn't want to admit it all the time, but... this shit is really a demon sect!

Lan Tian looked weird, and it took him a long time to move his mouth: "Do you know why I didn't go directly to your Fourth Hall Master?"

Yuting looked up at him: "Why?"

"Because..." Lan Tian prolonged his voice on purpose, "I'm going to do something to apologize to your fourth hall master."

Yuting frowned, but Lan Tian approached the other party's ear at this moment, and whispered: "Song Yuting, Miss Song."

Yuting's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils shrank, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Lan Tian smiled under his eyes, revealing such an expression that he really did. Concealing one's surname is a very important thing in this era, so Miss Song Yuting, I know your secret.

——You also have to keep it a secret!

Lan Tian smiled evilly.