Peerless Junior Uncle

Lie down, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

He Tingge pulled his arm out of the bed as if relieved, and also turned over and lay on his back.He exhaled lightly.

"Hey..." Fu Qingcheng rubbed his eyes and stopped, "Your injury hasn't healed yet."

"Hmm..." He Tingge reacted belatedly, but frowned again: "It doesn't hurt anymore?" It was strange, it was obviously such a deep wound.

Fu Qingcheng also frowned: "It doesn't hurt anymore? So soon?" He asked He Tingge to lie down and lifted the quilt.

He Tingge was shocked when he saw this, he grabbed back the quilt and covered it over his body, he was well dressed, but he was still naked.While wrapping himself up, he stared at Fu Qingcheng who hadn't reacted because the quilt was taken from his hand.

After a long while, "Pfft~~~" Fu Qingcheng laughed, looking at He Tingge who looked at the gangster, and said helplessly: "I just look at your wounds, besides, you are all men, what are you afraid of, if you want to be shy, it will be too late Yes, I saw it all last night."

He Tingge's face turned dark when he heard this: "Where are my clothes?"

"Can that still be called clothes?" Fu Qingcheng shook his head and said, "I'll get you something else later. Hey, let me say, don't cover yourself, be careful of your wounds."

He Tingge ignored it, and buried his chin in the quilt, only showing half of his face.

Fu Qingcheng had no choice but to go down and fetch clothes for him.

After He Tingge finished putting on his trousers, Fu Qingcheng stopped him from putting on his clothes: "Wait a minute, let me take a look first."

He Tingge stopped, turned around and exposed his back in front of Fu Qingcheng.I saw that the original wound with deep visible bone had already formed a scar, and it was obviously showing a tendency to heal.

"Tsk tsk." Fu Qingcheng touched the wound on He Tingge's back with one hand, and said in shock, "As expected of a young prince, he ate ginseng as a carrot since he was a child. Such a deep wound healed overnight, and other places are probably fine too." Eight or eight."

He Tingge felt the cold fingers brushing across his back, resisted the urge to tremble and put on his underwear, and said flatly, "It's absurd, it's thanks to my little master uncle's skillful hand to rejuvenate and cured the illness with the medicine."

"Don't dare, hey, don't, wait a minute, I'll give you some medicine." Fu Qingcheng had already put on his clothes and took out a small porcelain bottle from the cabinet on the side: "It's said that the magic hand will rejuvenate, believe it or not, there is no medicine in this world. Can someone really bring someone back to life?"

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He Tingge was wearing one sleeve, and had to stop again, hearing the words: "Oh? Then don't you want to make Lord Hell mad?"

"That's right." Fu Qingcheng took some gauze and applied some ointment on He Tingge's back, and said, "Do you know how to live Bodhi through the ages?"

As expected, He Tingge shook his head.

Fu Qingcheng said: "My uncle, I remember that when I was young, a brother in the valley was bitten by a snake. The poisonous snake died not long after, and his body was stiff. He didn't know how to show the blind herb that he had grown in the valley for more than ten years, but he saw a pot of blood, it was black, and not long after that, the dead brother came back to life."

"Well, it's really powerful." He Tingge nodded, not knowing whether it was perfunctory or true, and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Okay." After a while, Fu Qingcheng finally finished his work, clapped his hands: "I should be able to leave tomorrow."

"En." He Tingge put on his clothes, looked up and saw a small porcelain bottle in front of him, Fu Qingcheng said: "Remember the shape of these bottles, don't confuse them."

He Tingge curled his lips: "Understood."

Fu Qingcheng put all the small porcelain bottles in a box one by one, looked back at He Tingge, took them out again, and pasted names on each bottle with a small note.

"There are not many. You take these away, and you can use them in the future. Don't take the medicine in this yellow bottle. Don't take it when the green spot on your shoulder is gone. It's a three-point poison. The Tang family The kung fu has a certain degree of toxicity, so be careful when you fight in the future." Fu Qingcheng said calmly while packing the small box.After a pause, he continued: "If you can, you'd better find a friend with a good relationship to help you apply the medicine. Anyway, it will only take a few days. It's better for your old servant not to let him know about your injury, no matter what the reason is. Injured."

After saying that, he didn't hear He Tingge's voice for a long time. Fu Qingcheng turned his head away, but saw He Tingge standing beside the bed, with his belted hand resting on his waist, frowning and belatedly said: "You mean, Let me go tomorrow?"

"Of course not." Fu Qingcheng closed the medicine box, and He Tingge heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but was immediately blocked by a word from the people around him.

"Let's go in a while."

He Tingge almost burst out: "Why?"

Fu Qingcheng turned around and looked at He Tingge. After a long time, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he came to He Tingge's side, and helped him fasten his belt: "What? Now I miss my little building again, and don't want to leave?"

"You know that's not what I asked." He Tingge frowned, looking at Fu Qingcheng's indifferent face.

Fu Qingcheng looked at He Tingge for a week without answering the question, and said, "Fortunately, there are no obvious scars on his face."

"Fu Qingcheng." He Tingge called out in a deep voice.

"There may be an accident in the valley. Although you don't know what will happen, you must leave here first, familiarize yourself with the outside world, and learn to deal with changes that may occur at any time. You understand what I mean."

Looking at Fu Qingcheng's clear eyes and speaking indifferently, He Tingge asked, "How do you know?"

"I don't know." Fu Qingcheng said, "But you have to do it."

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng indifferently, and Fu Qingcheng looked back at him with unquestionable firmness in his eyes, but also a bit of indifference.

"Does what's going to happen have anything to do with you? Or, will it implicate you?" He Tingge asked after a long time.

"No." Fu Qingcheng said lightly: "There are many accidents in Cuigu, but they are all caused by you outsider disciples. They have nothing to do with me and have nothing to do with it." Do you care about Uncle Wei?"

He Tingge breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes at him, and said, "I care about who will protect me when you die."

Fu Qingcheng smiled but said nothing, shook his head and said, "I won't ask you about your going to the back mountain yesterday, and I don't think you can give me a reason, but it's better not to do things you're not sure about in the future."

Only then did He Tingge think of his original intention of going to the back mountain, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you, little uncle, for your reminder."

"I'll take you out of the pear garden later, first pack up what you want to take away, take whatever you like, and save it for future thoughts." Fu Qingcheng smiled lightly.

"Then will you come with me?" He Tingge burst out without thinking, and then cursed himself secretly.

Fu Qingcheng just smiled and said nothing, shaking his head: "I won't go out of the valley."

"why."

Fu Qingcheng didn't say anything, but looked at Cuigu outside the window, where the sky was sunny after the rain, and the corners of his lips curled up.

In the end, He Tingge didn't bring anything, even the medicine box that Fu Qingcheng had prepared, he just took a few medicines to treat his injuries and put them in his arms, just like he came empty-handed, he walked away empty-handed.

Until the last few steps out of the pear garden, He Tingge looked back at Fu Qingcheng beside him. The two of them didn't say anything along the way. It seemed that He Tingge didn't know how to speak, or that Fu Qingcheng didn't seem to want to mention anything deliberately.

"Will we meet again in the future?" After all, at the exit of Liyuan, He Tingge stopped, looked back at Fu Qingcheng who had turned back, and asked softly.

Fu Qingcheng kept stepping and didn't look back, just shook the back of his hand holding the folding fan to He Tingge, as if he was saying his final farewell, when a clear voice floated over: "Should, yes."

He Tingge looked at the young man who was gradually disappearing among the pear blossoms, the blue clothes that day gradually disappeared into the depths of the pear orchard, recalling the person who had talked with him not long ago, but now he didn't even say goodbye. When we met, it was either as startling as snow, or as light and fresh water.

Immediately stopped, turned and left.Go to the outside world that is still unfamiliar to me.

Fu Qingcheng stepped on the falling pear blossoms, walked slowly, took a deep breath of the pear blossom fragrance, closed his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, but it was a bit desolate. From now on, he was the only one left in this pear orchard. , it seems that he is the only one left in this world, otherwise, why is there such a strong loneliness in the air.

When returning to the previous small building, it was almost noon, He Tingge stretched out his hand and pushed open the half-hidden bamboo door, and saw Uncle Ran who was sitting at the table with vigilant eyes.

"Master!" Seeing He Tingge standing at the door frowning, Uncle Ran asked in surprise, "Are you back?"

He Tingge nodded lightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the letter that Uncle Ran had put aside.Seeing that He Tingge was looking at the letter, Uncle Ran got up, closed the door, and pulled He Tingge up and down with joy to look it over.Enduring the pain from his arm wound, He Tingge said calmly, "I'm fine."

"It's good, it's good, it's good." Uncle Ran said comfortingly: "Master Er said that you should have gone to the Liyuan, and told me to wait patiently. I wanted to go and see you, but not everyone can go to the Liyuan. Yes, the old slave has no choice but to wait."

"No need to worry." He Tingge returned lightly.

Uncle Ran looked at He Tingge for a few more times, and after confirming that it was intact, he said, "Master, are you hungry, I'll get you some food."

"Wait, don't worry." He Tingge raised his hand to stop him, "Not hungry yet."

Uncle Ran responded and led He Tingge to sit on the stool, but didn't say anything more, his expression darkened.He Tingge has been waiting for him to speak. Since he came back here, he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know how to ask so as not to show his face.

Fortunately, Uncle Ran didn't intend to hide his intentions, and said: "Young master, the master said that we should set off on another day.