[Comprehensive Martial Arts] The system forced me to secondary school

It has been six years since Lin Mo came to this fantasy ancient times. In the past few years, her social fear problem has improved a lot, and her intelligence and military strength have been significantly improved. It is a pity that her emotional intelligence is still stagnant, and her language expression ability is still the same. As always.

She felt that she might be hopeless in this regard, so basically every sentence she said would go through her mind twice to make sure it was all right. Of course, she also had brain twitches.

The phrase "shall we wash together" means that it is not good for me to bathe in your exclusive bath, what do you do if you give it to me, we can't wash together, or I should bathe elsewhere .

Obviously, Ximen Chuuxue didn't understand it this way. Judging from Lin Mo's tone and facial expression, these words looked like an invitation, with the shyness and euphemism unique to girls.

So he blushed.

In this world, only Lin Mo can make him blush, and only Lin Mo can make him nervous.At this moment, his heart felt as if it had been fried in hot oil, and then he poured a ladle of hot water, bubbling in his chest, and the hot air spread to his face, making him feel hot all over.

He has lived for more than 30 years, and this is the first time he has such a bizarre emotional experience. Just these words, a picture scroll seems to appear in front of his eyes. Lu, with her long hair winding down her back, covered Yingying's slender waist, she turned her head, smiled at him, stretched out her hand, and parted her red lips, "Come on."

Ximen Chuuxue took a deep breath, was tough and resolute, pulled himself out of the fantasy, and almost blurted out "good" into "don't have to".

He walked the other way, a little hurriedly.

Lin Mo was soaking in the pool alone, the water was very hot, there were no petals, and there were no fragrant shoulders. She only had a head floating on it, spitting bubbles in the pool water.

The maid introduced to her through a door that the water in it was diverted from a hot spring dug underground on another hill, and several filters were placed in the middle. Someone would change the water every day. It was very clean, so she could wash it with confidence. .

Since it was changed every day, Lin Mo was not polite to him, and took out shower gel, body lotion, shampoo, conditioner and laundry detergent from the bag and lined them up.

After taking a shower, she would habitually rub the changed clothes.

The hot spring water should be changed after one use, so as to make the best use of it.

Bubbles floated into the pool, and she came out full of fragrance, wearing a long snow-white dress, and her long hair was loose. When she opened the door and went out, the maid waiting outside sighed a little, saying that she was a goddess descending to earth.

Lin Mo's blushing face became even redder, and he said, "Where is your owner?" Ximen Chuuxue would never wash slower than her.

The maid said: "The owner of the village is concocting medicine for the girl, and said that if the girl is finished washing, she can go to the flower hall to eat, and there is no need to wait for him."

Lin Mo asked in surprise, "He can still make medicine?"

Refining medicine is much more difficult than boiling medicine. Boiling medicine is to stew ready-made herbs in a pot, while refining medicine is to reprocess the original one, which is full of danger and uncertainty.In this era, there are very few serious doctors who study medicine refining.

She immediately imagined that Ximen Chuixue was surrounded by a large alchemy furnace, sweating and adding ingredients to it, after a while the furnace lid was lifted by the steam, he took advantage of the situation to add a fire, the furnace was blown up to the sky, his face was covered in ashes, Like a blind bear, he smiled and showed eight big white teeth.

Stop it, stop it, don't think about it anymore, it's too devilish.

Ximen Chuuxue was indeed not very good at refining medicine, but it was not as bad as Lin Mo thought.

In the low house made of bricks and tiles, the brass cauldron was burning red with flames, and from time to time there was a strange smell wafting from the hole in the top of the stove. A small amount of yellow powder was weighed on the small scale, and the medicine spoon was poured in from time to time. Increase or decrease, and then pour it through the hole in the stove top.

The smell inside was even weirder, bitter and fishy, ​​permeating the whole room. During the period, a servant brought him water once, but before he reached the door, he was smoked, and the smoke blew into his eyes, and immediately wept against the wind. Cough on the side.

Ximen Chuuxue seemed to have lost his sense of smell, and put a handful of firewood under the stove with a calm face. The roiling heat wave almost baked the bricks and tiles of the house.

Both medical skills and alchemy were learned when he was young.

Even for a swordsman like him, it was not all smooth sailing when he was young. Whenever he encountered bottlenecks and difficulties, he would find something more difficult for himself to challenge.

At first, it was a room full of medical books left by his father, then alchemy, and when he grew up, it was the obscure ancient music of the piano.These things will make him calm and forget himself.

The most important thing in learning swordsmanship is to calm down and forget about others.

It can be said that everything he knows is for the sword, even his own life is dedicated to the sword.So he became one of the few people with the highest swordsmanship in the world.

After he had successfully learned swordsmanship by himself, this medicine refining room was never opened again, and he never endured this kind of smoky pain.

Now he regained the pain for Lin Mo.

There was a small medicine pot beside the cauldron, Ximen Chuuxue calculated the time to drain out the medicine juice inside, poured it into a porcelain bowl and drank it in one gulp.

The salty, bitter taste jumped into the mouth and rushed straight to the sky.

He frowned and looked for water, but the boy who delivered the water not only ran away after being spit out by Xun, but also took the water with him.

This is even more painful, he can't help it, he can only bear it.

The porcelain bowl was placed on the table, and next to it was a sleeve knife, the blade cut through the choking smoke, and cut on the white jade-like arm.

Blood dripped.

Of course, it was Ximen Chuuxue's own blood, with a faint black color.

One bowl, two bowls, three bowls, and when the fourth bowl is full of blood, it finally turns into a normal color and can be used as medicine.

Only such clean blood can detoxify Qianqiuxiang, otherwise it can only aggravate the toxicity.

Of course, he has a simpler and more convenient method, which is not only not painful, but also very pleasant.

But he's not going to use it.

He did lie to Lin Mo, and only after he had done so did he realize that she was not as easy to deceive as the legend said, and he almost gave up.

Wudu Huagong Powder is the top of the list of strange poisons in the world, how can it be so easy to dissolve, the antidote has cured part of the poison, and part of it is because he fought hard with his special physique and profound internal strength, only then did he save his life.

The price was that most of his internal strength was gone.

In the Shenhou Mansion, he smashed the green bricks with sword energy seemingly easily, but in fact, he had exhausted all his strength.

His internal strength was already damaged, but he had to forcefully cleanse his body with medicines, pull out the remaining poison, and then use the little remaining internal strength to stimulate the blood to flow out of his body. This made him extremely weak, and even his hands were trembling slightly.

He poured the fourth bowl of blood into the brass cauldron, put out all the fires, and waited quietly.

It is not difficult to refine medicine, but the process is difficult.

……

The red pill, which is bigger than the eyeball, is placed in a small gold silk cup, next to a glass of clear water.

Lin Mo chewed and swallowed the pills, his face wrinkled instantly, and he drank two large glasses of water before he could get it down. The pills were bitter and spicy, just like Coptis chinensis rubbed with chili and a twist of brick soil. She hammered it Chest said: "Thank you for your hard work."

Even though Ximen Chuuxue took a shower before coming in, it didn't cover up the choking smell of fireworks all over his body, and his eyes were still very red, like a lovelorn girl who cried bitterly all night.

In the flower hall, there is a table full of wine and dishes, all of which are light vegetarian dishes. At first glance, the condiments should only have a little salt. In the middle of the table is a bowl of Cordyceps Flower Chicken Soup. The only dish on the table is slightly meaty, and there is no chicken in it. There is only soup, the color is like water.

In Linmo, this soup is only for trees to quench their thirst.

So she barely moved, and Ximen Chuuxue sat opposite her, and she didn't move her chopsticks either.

"Take this medicine once every three days, you need to take it three times in a row, and take a medicinal bath every day."

In other words, Lin Mo will live in Wanmei Villa for nine days. Looking at the food on the table, she just feels that life is gloomy.

This reminded her of the days when she used to work part-time to pay off her debts, and steamed buns were only pickles.

However, even the pickles are more delicious than the boiled cabbage on the table.

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at the food and said, "Isn't it to your liking?"

According to Lin Mo's personality, she should have said no, it's delicious, but I'm not too hungry, but she didn't say that, but said, "Can I cook by myself?"

"can."

Lin Mo thought for a while and asked, "Are there any taboos while I'm taking the medicine?"

"No."

"What about you, do you have any taboos?"

"Me?" Ximen Chuuxue didn't ask, but was puzzled.

Lin Mo said: "I think your complexion is not very good, you need to make up for it." Pointing to the bowl of chicken soup: "Such water for washing pots can at best smooth the air when you are choked by pancakes, and can't make up for anything. "

"I have no taboo."

Before it got dark, Lin Mo cooked four more dishes, stewed chicken with mushrooms, pork ribs with sauce, curry beef and Cordyceps flower chicken soup with a whole old hen.

Most of the ingredients are from the system mall, and the kitchen of Wanmei Villa is really hard to describe.When cooking, she asked the cook in the kitchen, do you have any taste preferences?What does he usually like to eat?

The cook smiled and said that the owner has no preference, she can eat anything, and she is not picky about food. Once she accidentally added too much salt, and the soup was so salty that the owner drank it as usual. Another time, she didn’t pay attention to the heat. , the ribs were not cooked, and the owner ate them too.

This smile made Lin Mo feel that the bowl of chicken soup she drank was probably just water for washing pots.

The cook must be training the lower limit of Ximen Chuuxue's tolerance for food, so as to cover up the fact that she is a poor cook.Lin Mo thinks that there is still a lot of room for improvement in her cooking skills, but compared with this cook, she is simply the master of China.

The fat stewed by the old hen was skimmed off, and the fragrant and flavorful chicken soup was put in Ximen Fuxue's hands. Lin Mo watched him drink it, and said with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Of course it's delicious, at least it's much better than that bowl of chicken-flavored pot-washing water.

He drank a whole pot.

……

In the early morning, Xiao Xiao's fallen leaves hit the window, accompanied by the faint sound of the piano.

Lin Mo yawned and got up from the bed.There was a window next to the bed, and when the window was opened, the fresh and cool autumn wind blew in. She lay on the window and looked into the distance.

In the pavilion in the distance, a young master in white clothes like snow is playing the piano.

His slender, white fingers landed on the black paulownia qin. The sound of the qin was as clear as a mountain spring. Lin Mo didn't understand the guqin, and he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, he could only hear it fluently.

The sound of the zither suddenly stopped, Ximen Chuixue turned his head, and the two looked at each other, and the fallen leaves came from nowhere and scattered in disorder at the intersection of the eyes.

"Come on," he said.

Lin Mo's heart suddenly felt like strings on a piano, gently plucked by this word, and the lingering sound gurgled.

There was a bang, and the window closed.

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