Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

"Wen Shuang knows who you are? Does he know that the sword is on you, right? Is it because of this that he brought you back to Mianwujing?" Mo Wenxue asked one sentence at a time. He was always calm and steady, and he was a little impatient.

Luo Zhiyu avoided his interrogating eyes, and said, "I should know. I met him at the barrier at the end of Fang Fei. I was able to enter and exit the barrier freely, but Brother Shen couldn't. Mr. Shuang was He gave me a strange look, and I don’t know why, and then I saw a box in his bedroom, which was the box for this sword, and I guessed that he might have recognized me early on.”

"Have you ever entered his bedroom?" The news Mo Wenxue received today cannot be described in words of surprise and disbelief!

"Even my eldest brother and I rarely get his permission to enter his bedroom!"

"Why? There's nothing in his room! The most ugly clay dolls, grass dolls. Is there anything you can't let people in?"

"You..." Mo Wenxue had a bad feeling that the fourth brother's feelings towards Luo Zhiyu were too special and different.Could it be that my brother is also a broken sleeve? ?This is beyond any of his scope of work.This is simply indulgence!

He looked at the atonement, and stammered, "Those, those clay dolls, were given to Wenshuang by Wen Yu. He regards them as treasures, so don't play with them casually. And the box containing the sword, each of the four of us has one. Auntie made it herself. It’s just that Wen Shuang kept Wen Yu’s, his one had a quarrel between the two of them, and Wen Yu destroyed it with spiritual power.”

Hearing this, Luo Zhiyu instantly felt that he shouldn't make fun of the clay doll's ugliness.Mr. Shuang guards a pile of old things, and if he sees them, he will fall into boundless pain. On such days, there is a weak heart hanging on the tip of a knife, and it will be stabbed if it jumps.

He clutched his heart, feeling a vague pain.

"Also... this sword, Wen Shuang, didn't he say that he wants you to return it?"

Luo Zhiyu shook his head, "I showed it to him today, but he didn't respond."

It's over!My fourth brother is really broken sleeves!Mo Wenxue raised her forehead and stared at Luo Zhiyu's face, it was really pretty, because of the face?Is it because Luo Zhiyu is taller than a woman that people can't take their eyes off it?But his temperament is just like an unrestrained little wild horse, not virtuous at all?Why is my fourth brother...

This small red sword can be combined into one or divided into two. The one that is separated is also hollow. of affection.For example, the sword that is differentiated from Changqing is called Qingchang, and the one that is differentiated from Changyi is called Yichang.

At that time, Mo Wenshuang combined long love and long righteousness into one, because he wanted to combine Mo Wenyu and himself into one, and persistently regarded himself as an elder brother to live.No sword, use his whip, no right hand, only left hand, never speak when necessary.Living alone in Xinghualin, I built Gumengyin.Everything he did was because he couldn't let go of his father, mother and brother...and guilt.

Now he clearly knows that Luo Zhiyu is holding the atonement, but he doesn't want to come back. Apart from understanding that he also likes this child, what explanation does he have?

Ke Luo Zhiyu didn't know, he saw Mo Wenxue had been absent-minded, with a complicated expression on his face, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.Not daring to disturb him, he pondered over what he had just learned. He felt that Mo Wenshuang was too pitiful. This is an orphan whose only son clings to memories and refuses to let go.This is a sad person who only thinks about the joy of a few years when he was young.

For so many years, I can't let go, it must be very uncomfortable, suffering in every possible way, tasting the pain of the loss of a loved one alone, licking day after day!No wonder his eyes are always full of heart-wrenching sadness.From Mo Wenxue's words, he can deduce all of Mo Wenshuang's actions now, why he doesn't speak, uses his left hand, uses a whip, and lives here alone.The relationship between him and Mo Wenyu, needless to say, must be very good.

But... it's been 15 years, why bother if I hold on to it so much?Really hypocritical?No, is it stubborn?Not quite right, Luo Zhiyu didn't know how to describe it.It's just that he wants Mo Wenshuang to let go, abandon the bitterness, and fill his heart with honey.Life is still so long, he doesn't want to see Mo Wenshuang continue to be bitter like this.

"Master Snow Palm, I have decided to go on with my face, and I will never look back!"

"What?" Mo Wenxue was still thinking about the fourth brother's broken sleeve.

"It is impossible for Mr. Shuang to drive me away. Whether he hates me or not, I will find a way to save him! I am a doctor. My father said that a good doctor can not only heal physical diseases, but also heal Stubborn disease in my heart! Even if he doesn’t accept my liking, I still want to like it! As long as he can smile at Fang Fei without any burden and smile at me in the end, I feel that my liking is meaningful, That's enough!"

Luo Zhiyu's eyes shone like stars, soft and bright, firm and bright.

Mo Wenxue struggled in her heart for a while, then nodded solemnly, "I believe in you."

Then he gave a special formal order, "You don't care about anything, but don't tell anyone casually that you like men, you know? Especially, don't tell my elder brother."

"Well, I remember!" Luo Zhiyu nodded, his eyes wandering towards Gu Mengyin.

Mo Wenxue also looked at it.

Suddenly, he asked again, "For Wen Shuang's liking, could it be out of sympathy?"

Luo Zhiyu hesitated slightly, retracted his eyes and drifted to Gu Mengyin again, without speaking.

The two had different thoughts and were not talking.

Under the compulsory request of the two palm masters, Mo Wenshuang verbally refused twice not to be treated, and she cooperated very well after Luo Zhiyu tore off her clothes involuntarily and obediently sat still.Quiet like a docile rabbit, with a little reluctance, a little innocent, cold and cute on his cold face.It really made Luo Zhiyu's heart itch to look at it. It doesn't cost money to seduce someone, it's terrible!

Ever since he talked to Mo Wenxue, he had been wondering whether he felt pity for him, or if he was really in love.He was a little uncertain, maybe it was because his wife was pretty, right?Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by the beauty pass... let alone an ordinary little medical scum like him!From the age of five, he knew not to play with ugly people, and when he was eight years old, he frightened Mo Wenshuang away by making nonsense about exchanging love tokens.

Thinking of this, he smiled to himself.

After changing the medicine, Luo Zhiyu dressed him, and Rory gave a lot of instructions to pay attention to, although he knew that this person might take off the gauze after they all left , and no precautions will be followed.

Master Fengxue was going to Xiezhou Ze Hualing today to comfort the female sect of the Yao family.Before leaving, I came to see my fourth brother, and planned to let him take care of the trivial affairs of Xianzong for a day.But because of his injury, the trip was canceled.

Mo Wenxue reminded Mr. Mo Wenfeng Su Ren to discuss with him about recruiting new disciples in October.It's almost August now, and some people who are far away may have already set off on their way here.In Lingshoucheng at the foot of Mianwujing Mountain, the disciples are going to be arranged to stay in a special inn.

Mo Wenfeng nodded, frowning with a love-hate expression on his face, glanced at Mo Wenshuang, shook his head again, and left the room.

Then Luo Zhiyu saw the kind smile on the face of Master Xuezhang, with a very clear meaning in the smile: You should go too.

Such an obvious cost to both of us?There must be some secrets to discuss with Mr. Shuang, I want to hear it too,

He accepted Mo Wenxue's intention in time, saluted and withdrew.After closing the door, he leaned his head and eavesdropped.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement, and after waiting for a while, it was still very quiet... Could it be that these two people are communicating with each other again, or are they playing with each other?Eyes?

He pressed his head a little tighter, trying to catch something.

Concentrating on eavesdropping, I feel like a thief in my heart, both imaginary and curious.He didn't want to miss everything about Mo Wenshuang, let it go, he wanted to know everything about him.To cure a disease, you need to treat the symptoms, and the heart of the doctor also needs to find the crux.

Still no sound, he was a little annoyed.

"Ouch!" Just when he was pouted and complaining that he didn't hear anything, the door was suddenly opened, and Luo Zhiyu's body suddenly fell, and he threw himself into Mo Wenxue's arms.

"...Uh." Seeing Mo Wenyu's expression on his face, he guessed that your child would not be so obedient, and retreated without saying a word, he pulled his ears in embarrassment, and glanced at Mo Wenyu secretly from the corner of his eye. Smell the cream.

As usual, the man avoided looking at each other instantly, with long eyelashes drooping and trembling slightly.

"You haven't received your fifty sticks yet? Don't follow the order of the master, but how many more..."

"I'll go right away, Snow Palm Master!" Luo Zhiyu Yujian disappeared instantly.

Mo Wenshuang watched the leisurely horses drinking in the lotus pond in the yard, dragonflies rising and falling, and butterflies flying.Such a peaceful and leisurely scene, but there is a person who is full of sadness and can't get out of the pain living alone.It really doesn't fit.

He turned around, sorted out his thoughts and words, and asked gently, "Wen Shuang, back then, my elder brother and I thought you were traumatized and lost your voice, so we took you to visit many famous doctors and gave you a lot of bitter medicine, but it didn't help. Also, how can it be useful, you are not sick, you are not willing to speak."

After a pause, he took a breath and continued to ask: "Back then when I took you to Penglai Jiyuantang, Dr. Luo insisted that you were not sick and you were not dumb. I still questioned his medical skills."

What am I talking about?Why have I said so much and haven't said what I want to ask?

He took another deep breath, and his tone rose slightly, "Back then, why did you bring back a lotus flower?"

Why did he bring back the lotus that Luo Zhiyu casually threw to him, and plant a pond?

Mo Wenshuang raised her lower eyelashes, as if she was lost in memory, and the tips of her ears became slightly warm, "Ah Luo gave it."

"Oh..." Mo Wenxue pretended to be stupid, "How did you two meet ten years ago?"

He shook his head.

"I don't know, why did he send you flowers? And you took them? You never had contact with strangers at that time, how could you take things from them?"

Although he is still not in contact with strangers except Luo Zhiyu.

Mo Wenshuang still shook her head.He himself didn't know why.He was 13 years old that year, and his relatives had passed away for five years. In those five years, he had nightmares every night, dreaming that his parents and elder brothers were torn apart, black blood flowed, his facial features could not be distinguished, and he cried miserably, asking him to pay back and atone for his sins.During the day, he had hallucinations, seeing his relatives beckoning to him kindly, and when he passed by, there was nothing in front of him.

The whole day's torment exhausted the young man physically and mentally, causing him unbearable pain. He wanted to die, but was cursed by his relatives in his dream.Death is too easy, too easy, if you die, who will we pay for our lives?You have to live, live with guilt, anxiety and pain, live forever, and repent in this life!

So he gritted his teeth, supported his heart, and endured with an unbearable body.

But that year, after all, he was only 13 years old, a heart that had not yet grown up, was constantly whipped and trampled by nightmares, and he had already collapsed and could no longer bear it.

Sitting on the stone in the lotus pond, he saw the dead Mo Wenyu, standing in the dense green lotus leaves, shaking the lotus pod in his hand, holding the lotus, smiling happily, he said, "Brother, the water is very beautiful." Cool, you sweat so much, your clothes are soaked. Isn't it hot? Come down, come down and play with me, come on, come on, come on..."

After the repeated "come soon", Mo Wenyu also said, "I want to see the atonement, I want to see, how do you atone for it?"