Qi Yuanxiu · Self-cultivation

The doctor passed his hands in the copper basin, "It will be fine if you get over it, I will write a prescription for you later, and you can take the medicine according to the prescription,"

"He must be in pain," Lian Shi said, looking at Mr. Shan who had passed out.

"It's natural, the wound is so deep, and it hurts the veins, so it will hurt naturally." Of course, the doctor didn't know Shan Xuechen's identity, so he said truthfully, "But I'm afraid that in the future, that little brother's right hand will not be able to use his strength. .”

"what?"

"The arrow hurt the tendons. Once the tendons are broken, the right hand can't do some hard work." The doctor carried the medicine box on his back, and Uncle Zhong hurriedly sent the doctor out.

At this time, Wang Jian appeared in a state of embarrassment, his clothes and face were covered with ashes, "Who can help me get a stove?" He was boiling water, but after burning it several times, it was full of smoke.

Lianshi passed by, just as Lianshi walked out of the room, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't put on his shoes yet, so he hurriedly fell back, and when he was about to go into the inner room, Lianshi was stunned.

Then he didn't go in.

Ji Xiu sat in front of the window and looked at Shan Xuechen, his gaze was like water, the world was shrinking, only that gaze lasted forever.

He had never seen Ji Xiu have such a gentle expression.

So soft.

……

When Shan Xuechen woke up, it was already noon on the second day. When he woke up, his arm was still hurting, and he couldn't hold anything.

There was movement inside, and Lianshi outside came in close to the door.

Shan Xuechen's right arm was still numb, and he couldn't use any strength. Seeing that his face was so pale, Lianshi asked, "Do you feel better?"

After wandering around, Shan Xuechen still came back. There was a haze in Shan Xuechen's heart. This Lianshi was standing in front of him, and the two of them talked to each other calmly, as if ordinary classmates were chatting about paper, ink, brush and inkstone, as if they were talking about each other before. None of the things that were staged in this palace existed.

"What about him?"

"Ah?" Lian Shi's heart skipped a beat.

"...Yu Guanli..."

"This... I don't know," Lian Shi honestly shook her head, and Mr. Shan was somewhat resistant to him.

"..."

Shan Xuechen looked at Lianshi, "When will I get better?"

"Wait a minute," Lian Shi said, "The doctor said that you have hurt your tendons, so it's not surprising that you have to take care of it for ten and a half months."

"..."

"Young master, is there something urgent?"

"No!" Shan Xuechen continued, "I want to see Wang Jian."

"what?"

"I want to see Wang Jian!" This sentence was a little louder, and Shan Xuechen's face was slightly flushed.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door, Lianshi looked up, it was not Wang Jian but Uncle Zhong who was the housekeeper, Uncle Zhong saw that Shan Xuechen had regained some of his blood, and said happily, "Second Young Master looks good."

"Uncle Zhong, I want to see Wang Jian."

"Yo, it's just a coincidence. A group of adults in the front hall came over just now. Mr. Wang went out with a large group of people while talking, without explaining where he went."

"Then... what about Mr. Liu?"

"Mr. Liu also went to the bank early in the morning to make plans."

After beating so many people, he dared not say the name he cared about the most. That uncontrollable feeling made Shan Xuechen suffer in his heart. Compared with shame, it was more fear, fear that he would change his expectation again. Seeing Ji Xiu's coldness as ice.

But, I still want to see you.

"My lord has never come back," Lian Shi sighed.

"..."

"Second son, you live in the prince's room now. He gave you his own room when you were injured, and moved to the barracks by himself," Uncle Zhong explained.

Shan Xuechen's mind suddenly went blank.

air.

Large tracts of empty space.

Like a piece of pure white snow.

Everything is empty, I am the only one in a thousand miles around, everyone is far away from me, and I guard this empty shell alone.

Seeing that Shan Xuechen's eyes were blank, Uncle Zhong was afraid that he felt lonely, so he said, "Master Ju sent some new scripts over, they are all the latest ones from Lai Lai Zhai, and said to write new ones together when you recover from your injury, my lord. , I put those on the trunk in the study."

"It is said that Prince Yu was taken away by Mr. Gao," Uncle Zhong thought it would be better to tell him about it.

"He kept saying that he was your classmate, and he seemed to be quite protective of you, but he was a little silly, otherwise how could he hurt you like this," Uncle Zhong shook his head.

"..."

Seeing that Shan Xuechen didn't speak for a long time, Uncle Zhong was about to leave, "Xiaobai should take good care of his wounds, just ask me if you need anything, hehe." Uncle Zhong seemed to think of something after walking a few steps, and then said: " Mr. Gao asked me to bring you a message, he has already found a substitute teacher for you, and he will help the children in class first, so you can rest assured."

Spring is about to begin. From winter to spring, this is the first time I have spent such a long time outside of Jinzhou. Many things seem to be unchanged but have already changed. Winter is coming and spring is coming, and the old raven is screaming outside the window, I don't know which family's lucky soul is calling.

The assassin that night was caught, and his head was hung on the city wall, facing east, and a huge sign was hung below it, with the words "Tangling" written on it.

Wang Jian was quite modest about this matter.

"Why, the Taoist priest has an opinion?"

"I don't dare to say my opinion, but, as a city lord, I should treat people with kindness, so that I can convince people and the public. Congratulations come from all directions."

"Oh," Ji Xiu smiled, and asked back, "Could it be possible to provide food and drink?" Seeing that the military division didn't speak, he continued: "I know he belongs to Dongling, but I also know that Dongling belongs to him." That idiot Jiang Wanli is guarding, that's enough."

Wang Jian looked at him and remained silent.

"I never said that I am a saint. If you put the treasure on me, you should withdraw as soon as possible. In this country, whoever wants to toss can do it. I have never thought of being immortal. I just want to be in the world." It would be good to live one more day before dying."

Wang Jian became dizzy after hearing this.

Ji Xiu's words were obviously offended.

Wang Jian also didn't want to argue with him about it. He originally thought that those assassins were serving the bowl, but he didn't expect that they were sent by Dongling. Dongling is not an independent place, it belongs to the category of Beidu. The implication is that the people from Dongling came here It is not known that when King Jinyang made a move, there would always be rumors that the great eunuch Liu Ling had committed another fatal death.

However, if it wasn't for King Jinyang, how could Shan Xuechen be injured by the assassin?

Xinzhou

The special envoy from Jinyang was arranged in an inn across the street from Tanfu.

Special envoy Su sat quietly in the room, sitting opposite him was Tan Kexuan, the second son of the Tan family.

"Special envoy Su is still used to it when he comes to Xinzhou."

"very good."

This man's vigilance was too strict, and Tan Kexuan talked with him for an hour, but he didn't get any meaningful information.

Just as Second Young Master Tan was about to return home, there was a fierce knock on the door, "Brother! Brother!"

Su Hong looked calm.

Tan Kexuan got up and opened the door, and said to Qi Yuanzhao who was at the door in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

Qi Yuanzhao looked at Su Hong through the gap between Tan Kexuan and the door, "I have always visited Special Envoy Su."

"Visiting must have a visiting post, and it can only be done if people agree! How can you come here rashly like you!"

Su Hong said: "It might as well, quickly invite the third son over."

Qi Yuanzhao quickly turned into the door, met Su Hong, and bowed politely, "Qi Yuanzhao, in Xiaxinzhou, came to visit Special Envoy Su Hongsu today, hoping to make friends."

Tan Kexuan looked suspicious.

Seeing that the boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, Su Hong said: "Little brother, please take a seat. I am also a rough person. It is really lucky to be able to make friends with the third son of Lingyin's mansion."

Qi Yuanzhao unceremoniously took Tan Kexuan's previous seat, "Are you Su Hong?"

"Yes."

Qi Yuanzhao stared at him for a quarter of an hour, then suddenly got up and sat down: "Then we know each other, I am a Taoist, you can ask me to show you Feng Shui in the future," and then the little bastard didn't even say goodbye Just ran away.

This back and forth does not exceed 1 minute.

Tan Kexuan was speechless.

The style of painting just changed a bit quickly, no, it should be said that Qi Yuanhui, who was so polite just now, had a sudden change, came in rashly, left rashly, Tan Er has long been used to helping him clean up the mess.The child is ignorant, so the adults will naturally come over to apologize, "Master Su, I am laughing at you, my brother is ignorant and offended Lord Su, please Haihan."

"Where is that?" Su Hong couldn't even say a word of politeness, so he asked, "Why isn't the third son's surname Tan?"

"To be honest, my younger brother is actually a cousin. His mother is my father's younger sister. His family suffered an accident and was destroyed. Fortunately, his mother happened to take him as a guest at my house at this time and escaped. After a catastrophe, when his mother heard the news, she was physically and mentally exhausted and often fell ill. My father took pity on him when he was young, so he adopted him as an adopted son. Although he was an adopted son, he was addicted to his own son. Little, I don't know the rules, but Master Su laughed."

"Haha, so that's the case, but there are more brothers, and it's more lively."

"Master Su has brothers?"

Su Hong shook his head, "Stand alone."

Just as Tan Kexuan was about to say something more, Su Hong held up his teacup, "It's getting late, Master Tan, please go back and rest earlier."

Tan Kexuan was angry and funny, but he still got up and said goodbye, "Then see you another day."

This Su Hong is really tough, Tan Kexuan went to find Tan Da immediately after leaving the house, and told him about the conversation between the two just now.

Tan Da thought for a while, and said: "This is a good sign. Since Ji Xiu sent such a person, it seems that the special envoy will not stay in Xinzhou for too long, and will go back in half a month at most."

"This time the special envoy came over to help beat the barbarians on the surface, but in fact, he should have other things to do, so we don't care about the rest, just turn a blind eye and let him go."

Feng Wuji was meditating, Qi Yuanzhao brushed a few strokes on the drawing paper, and brought the paper in front of Feng Wuji, "This is the special envoy of Jinyang," Feng Wuji opened his eyes, stood up, and turned to the Behind the back of the little magic stick, he kicked his elbows and pressed his shoulders, all done in one go.

Before Qi Yuanzhao could react, he was thrown into a horse stance by the martial artist.

There was a heavy weight on the head, it turned out that Feng Wuji put a pen washer on it, Feng Wuji said: "Didn't I let you practice, why did you run away again?"

"I went to see the guests!"

"Exaggerated words," Feng Wuji filled the brush washer with ink, "I'll be back in an hour, if you can't stand still, just wait until you become a big face!"

Then, regardless of Qi Yuanzhao's complaints, he walked away.

How dare he paint his Su Hong so ugly!

Su Hong woke up suddenly in his sleep, someone was watching him!

But the moment he opened his eyes, he disappeared again.

This is the third time. This feeling, Su Hong thought, could it be that a wronged soul came to claim his life?

?I have killed too many people, this is my fate, I should go to hell after death.

Feng Wuji stayed at the top of the tree for almost an hour, the palms of his hands were bleeding from his extremely short nails.

……

Standing against the wind for an hour, Feng Wuji didn't feel cold at all, he was very disheartened, and kept thinking about these experiences, the wind slowly opened the bumps in his head, Feng Wuji stood like a sculpture, crumpled In any case, the paper that has been destroyed cannot be restored to the way it was before, isn’t it? The person Feng Wuji thinks about day and night during this time is in the inn that is close at hand, but he didn’t go in. Feng Wuji finally left, driving With lightness kung fu, he flew towards Ling Yin's mansion.

Yesterday's Bofeng Pavilion is dead, now there is only the Tan family's guarding warrior, Feng Wuji.

When Feng Wuji returned to the house, he only found a broken brush washer and ink all over the place.

This little thing!

Feng Wuji didn't want to look for him just now. After thinking about it just now, Feng Wuji completely felt that he had been reborn. Let what happened yesterday be over. Feng Wuji picked up the graffiti on the ground, that is Xiongzi's masterpiece, the painting is like a ghost, too naughty.

Feng Wuji suddenly smelled a scent of spices, followed the smell and walked through several courtyards, his eyes widened.

Qi Yuanzhao did it in the yard.

Feng Wuji knew what it meant to be powerless.

Qi Yuanzhao wore a Taoist yellow robe. He was only 16 years old, and he was thin and thin. The wide robe dragged on the floor, not to mention how ridiculous, and he was still chanting. There was a table in front of Qi Yuanzhao, and a The censer, the scent, is coming out of the censer.

The third young master didn't notice that ferocious weirdo coming over at all, he was completely immersed in the communication with "Tao", holding a wooden sword in his hand, he danced to the rhythm of his body.

Feng Wuji watched this scene like a joke.

At this time, an angry voice came from behind: "Qi Yuanzhao!"

Qi Yuanzhao turned around in a hurry, showing a painted face.

Tan Da cast a glance at Feng Wuji, walked up to Qi Yuanzhao, and reprimanded him, but Qi Yuanzhao didn't dare to reply, honestly he almost wagged his tail, Tan Da looked at his face like a big show, "Not yet Hurry up and wash it!" Qi Yuanzhao took the opportunity and ran out, like a student who was caught doing something wrong.

It turned out that Qi Yuanzhao was afraid of his elder brother.

Tan Ningxin took a deep breath and looked at Feng Wuji, "When encountering a disobedient student, the teacher should discipline him severely. Mr. Feng, I would like to trouble you to give this child more care in the future. If you deserve punishment, just do it."

This tone is very similar to thousands of parents in the world.

Feng Boting smiled, "Since I stayed here, I will do my best to be my martial artist. Bo Fengting is dead, now there is only Feng Wuji."

Tan Ningxin didn't pay any attention to him, and left this person with little effort, he didn't care what kind of mentality this person was, San'er was the son of his aunt, and also the prince, and hoped that this person could get along well with San'er in the future.

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