I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

The gloom in Gu Jianhan's eyes slowly faded, he looked at Wen Yan without blinking, and his throat felt sour.

He didn't know why Wen Yan cared about those things, let alone why Wen Yan cried so sadly.

Some words he couldn't even understand.

Only then did Gu Jianhan realize that he fell in love with Wen Yan without knowing him at all.He doesn't know what kind of food Wen Yan likes to eat, what special hobbies he has, what he likes to do on weekdays, when his birthday is, and what Taoism is suitable for him to practice.

Maybe the wind was too strong, which made his eye sockets flushed.

"Being a teacher doesn't require you to make up for anything, as long as you are accurate. Just now you said that you like being a teacher. Are you serious?"

Wen Yan nodded again and again, and burst into tears.

Gu Jianhan finally got the answer he wanted, and there was a thin layer of wetness in the beautiful cat eyes. He looked at Wen Yan, and stretched out his hand to wipe his tears carefully. His complexion was much paler than Wen Yan's. , his thin hands wiped Wen Yan's face tirelessly, which was very different from Gu Jianhan's usual cold appearance, which was heartwarming and gentle.

"Why do you cry so much?" His voice fell into the wind and was blown away, every word was like a sigh, "Shouldn't you be happy? You will be a teacher from now on."

Wen Yan was startled for a moment, then smiled smirkingly in a daze, he rubbed his face against Gu Jianhan's slightly cool palm, and his voice was hoarse with joy: "I'm just so happy... I can't help it, I don't want to cry, Master, don't dislike me..."

Gu Jianhan didn't speak, but leaned forward and planted one after another cool, delicate kisses on his face.Those kisses, like the down feathers of a thorn bird, wiped away his tears little by little, but his body became wet and heavy.

In the end, the thorn bird, which was destined to fly to death, was wet with tears and fell on his shoulder willingly to be an ordinary bird.

When Wen Yan calmed down, Gu Jianhan was also tired of kissing.He leaned on Wen Yan's shoulder, hugging Wen Yan's narrow and strong waist, and the tone of his speech could not tell whether it was complaining or pampering.

"The more you kiss, the more you cry. Do you deliberately make things difficult for your teacher?"

Wen Yan's face became hot after he realized it, but it was more of joy overflowing from his heart. He hugged Gu Jianhan reluctantly to let go, but the tighter he hugged, the stronger the sense of unreality in his heart.

He began to ask Gu Jianhan over and over again to prove the fact that the two people communicated with each other, and happily confirmed his current belonging from Gu Jianhan over and over again.

He has never felt so lucky. Just holding Gu Jianhan in his arms is like owning the whole world.

How strange, he thought, is this what it feels like to be in love.

How does it feel like my heart is about to explode.

By the way...he is dating Gu Jianhan.

Gu Jianhan said that he likes him, only him.

Although it was a lie, he was still very happy and very happy.

The roses can borrow some seeds from Xianglan, and plant them between Luoxing Pavilion and his house, and build a few rows of fences to prevent his senior brother from picking them.

As for rings, the comprehension world does not know if there are diamonds, nor does it know whether Gu Jianhan likes pigeon eggs or not. He has no money yet, so he can only learn to polish a pair by himself for the time being.

As for the guitar...he doesn't know how to make it, and there probably won't be such a thing in the world of comprehension. Maybe we can only see if we can open the Xuanji array in the future and return to the 21st century.

By the way, I have to take Gu Jianhan to meet his parents.

Although not necessarily visible.

"Those two big men down there... Hey, yes, I'm talking about you." At some point in the small window upstairs of the medical hall, a woman was sitting with a woman's bun on her head. A plum blossom hairpin with hibiscus and jade dots, and a five-petal plum blossom in Mushan purple in the flower tin between the eyebrows, and two plum blossoms with silver borders and flying cinnabar that have been shaken by the wind are hanging on both ears.

Wen Yan followed the sound and went up, only to see a Chuochuo figure.

"If you two want to love each other, I will go alone. Don't disturb my mother's business."

Wen Yan blushed and apologized: "I'm really sorry to bother you, we'll leave right away."

He was holding Gu Jianhan's hand and was about to leave, but he didn't realize until he had taken the first step—aren't they just here to find someone?

Wen Yan was dazzled by happiness.

Although usually not very smart.

"Excuse me, are you the owner of Pavilion Meng?" He asked loudly, his voice obviously still hoarse.

The woman yawned lazily, leaning on the window and watching them for a while.The wind outside the window became tighter again, while Wen Yan held his master in his arms, he patiently waited for her response.

When Gu Jianhan couldn't bear it anymore, the woman opened her mouth leisurely: "Yes, what do you want to do with my old lady?"

Wen Yan said: "My master is not feeling well. I want to ask the owner of the Meng Pavilion to take a look. I don't know if it's inconvenient now."

He originally wanted to stay overnight, but the owner seemed to be the only one in this hospital. No matter how brave he and Gu Jianhan are, no one else would agree to live in him.

"It's been a long time since anyone has been here." Meng Zhao propped his head, bored, "This one is really rare."

"Forget it, I'm fine as a teacher, let's go." Gu Jianhan said patiently, seeing that the owner of the pavilion was not a good person, he didn't want to waste time here.

He is naturally not cold being hugged by Wen Yan, but Wen Yan has been standing here blowing the cold wind for a long time.

Wen Yan said seriously in a low voice: "Master, you can't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment."

"Being a teacher is not about tabooing diseases and avoiding medical treatment. If you want to be cured, you will be cured when you go out. Do you really expect that this kind of place can cure your illness?"

"But since coming in, Master's health has been getting worse and worse, A Yan is very worried—"

"Oh, how can you say bad things about others in person, it's really sad." Meng Zhao walked down from the stairs at some point, and the narrow wooden door was opened. She leaned on the door frame, wearing purple plum blossoms A long skirt with traced flowers, and a thick blue satin dress with pinched flowers, "Your medical clinic outside may not be as good as my old lady's."

"Sometimes he is called Shizun, and sometimes he is called Master. Is he your master or your master?"

Seeing that she was willing to open the door, Wen Yan felt a little happy unconsciously. In addition, he hadn't fully recovered from the dizziness of happiness just now, so he lost the door: "He is my boyfriend."

Meng Zhao raised his eyebrows and before he could speak, Gu Jianhan looked at him with a cold face, with no emotion in his tone: "What do you mean?"

Wen Yan didn't understand, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"only friends?"

"Boy friend!"

Seeing that Gu Jianhan's face was getting more and more ugly, Wen Yancai belatedly realized that they don't have a boyfriend, so he hastened to make amends: "It means someone who will marry him in the future!"

Gu Jianhan's temper, which hadn't had time to explode in the future, suddenly turned into heat and smeared on his cheeks, and the dusk was getting darker, but Wen Yan still noticed it.

"Hey." He scratched his head embarrassingly.

Master seems to like him more than he imagined.

"Interesting man." Meng Zhao smiled, pulled on his clogs and walked a few steps into the house, lit the half-burned candles on the candlestick, and said loudly to the outside, "Come in, you two."

Gu Jianhan was very obedient when he was shy, he would not resist or be unhappy when Wen Yan pulled him wherever he went, but his good face was only given to Wen Yan, and when he looked at Meng Zhao, he had another cold face mask.

"Thank you, Miss Meng, you are truly a bodhisattva."

The temperature inside the room is completely different from the outside, Wen Yan thought to himself, Master finally doesn't have to suffer from the cold.

But there is a strong smell of tobacco, which is very bad.

Meng Zhao sat behind the solid wood counter, leaning against a medicine cabinet about ten feet high. Each drawer was marked with the name, contraindications and efficacy of medicinal materials.

There was a blue and white porcelain medicine grinder on the counter, perhaps because no one had been there for a long time, a layer of dust visible to the naked eye had fallen.

"Just call me Meng Zhao, I don't know how many years you have been married, so don't call me a girl." Meng Zhao yawned and shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't have a bodhisattva heart, and I only see your master for the sake of it." Just for fun."

"For fun?" Wen Yan frowned, "My master's body is worth a thousand dollars, so I can't play around with it."

"Then do you want to see it?" Meng Zhao didn't care much, and even took out the tobacco rod from the wooden drawer to light the cigarette, took a deep breath, and began to puff.

"Can you please put out your cigarette?" Wen Yan protected Gu Jianhan's mouth and nose, like a watchdog who is too conscientious, "This stuff is very harmful to your health, and you will also feel unwell if you smoke too much Yes, for your health and that of others—”

"This is my mother's territory. When is it your turn to speak?" Meng Zhao's face was unclear from behind the smoke, "If you don't see a doctor, get out, don't waste my time."

As soon as the words fell, a hibiscus-colored jade was thrown into the wooden drawer. The jade was very simple, without any embellishments, and hadn't even been polished. However, Meng Zhao's puffing movements were completely frozen .

She raised her eyes to look at Gu Jianhan, who was tightly protected in Wen Yan's arms, with only half of his face exposed, her eyes lingered on his brows and eyes for a while, and finally blew out the cigarette reluctantly.

"Let me tell you first, if there is any intractable disease, I have no obligation to provide you with medicine until the disease is cured."

"It was just to reassure this disciple." Gu Jianhan took Wen Yan's hand away and walked towards Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao snorted: "Why are you so proud? It's like someone who doesn't have a husband. When my old lady's husband comes back, let your apprentice come and learn what it means to love others."

She put one end of the silver-edged brocade silk on Gu Jianhan's wrist, and held the other end herself, and hung two fingers on the silk to diagnose the pulse. Wen Yan was afraid of affecting the diagnosis result, so she didn't even dare to breathe beside Gu Jianhan.

Wen Yan was holding his breath so hard that he was almost suffocating, but Meng Zhao hadn't diagnosed it yet, and he didn't dare to disturb him, so he could only wait in fear.

"Strange..." Meng Zhao frowned slightly, and muttered to himself, "It's impossible to detect the focus of the disease."

At this moment, Wen Yan was quite like a family member who couldn't hold back his worry and nervousness in front of the emergency room. He supported Gu Jianhan's thin and narrow shoulders with both hands, and his tone was a little anxious: "May I ask what is wrong with my master? Can Master Meng cure it?" ?”

"Although I don't know why this happened, I have to tell you... I can't cure it, I can't detect the lesion, and I don't dare to use medicine at will." Meng Zhao put away his lazy and indifferent appearance when he was practicing medicine, and even his tone Get extra serious.

She looked at Gu Jianhan, with a hint of pity in her eyes, which was out of a doctor's sympathy for a dying patient: "Your leg disease has no cure, and your internal organs are at the end of their strength, and even the bones in your whole body are brittle. Yes, if you don't rely on spiritual power, your body won't last seven years at most."

"Of course, if you can come to this place, you are probably not a small person. Maybe you will have a chance to save your life in the future."

"The premise is that you can still get out of this place."

Wen Yan froze, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "How is it possible? My master usually doesn't get sick, but his body is a little cold, and he started coughing and weak since entering here. How could he just hold on?" but……"

"Then you have to ask him. I'm just telling the truth and explaining to you. Besides, your master may not be clear about it. You see, he is very calm."

Meng Zhao smiled lightly, but his face was still faint, not smiling at all.She reached out and put the piece of hibiscus jade into her palm, staring at it in a daze.

She also had a piece of exactly the same jade beside her pillow.

It was left behind by her husband before he left.

"Ayan, don't worry, listen to what the teacher said first."

How could Wen Yan not be in a hurry? He was thinking about what Meng Zhao said just now. He couldn't help but blushed when he heard Gu Jianhan's words, but he still nodded obediently and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry. Master said slowly."

"...Being a teacher has only lost his spiritual power now, so he is showing a sick and weak state, but you also know that the cultivation base of a teacher is very profound. The power of those spiritual powers is much stronger than you imagined , enough to support the teacher's body, even if the teacher goes out with a sigh of relief, as long as the spiritual power is restored, the teacher will not have to worry about his life."

"If you take ten thousand steps back, even if you die as a teacher—"

"Master, what are you talking about?!" Wen Yan hurriedly babbled, covering his lips to prevent him from continuing.

Gu Jianhan was helpless, waiting for him to remove his hand.

Wen Yan will move away, because no one wants to know what he wants to say next more than him.

This moment did not keep him waiting for long.

He looked at Wen Yan's mournful face, feeling distressed and funny, he could only touch his red eye sockets to show comfort: "Even if the teacher dies unfortunately, he still has the ability to keep the spirit in good shape, even if he pinches a physical body." It's very simple, when the time comes, I'll come back in another body to love you."

"Is it really possible?"

Wen Yan grabbed Gu Jianhan's wrist with both hands, letting his cool palm stick to his cheek for a little longer.

"That's natural."

Meng Zhao looked at them, thinking that they were two idiots who fell in love again.

One dares to speak, one dares to believe.

The gods can't live yet, how can the dead be resurrected?

No matter how strong the cultivation base is, no matter how high the realm is, after all, he is just a mortal.

She poured the ashes into a small box of sandalwood. The pattern on the small box was also a five-petaled plum, and there were words engraved on the side, which were not very clear under the dim candlelight.

Or it may just be because the number of times of use is too frequent, and it is inevitable that when the fingertips rub against those words, the handwriting will not be clear after a long time.

"It's getting late, let's rest in the medical hall. Go upstairs and turn right. There is an unused bedroom. Everything in it can be used. It can be restored to its original state after use. It's good to leave early tomorrow."

It seemed that all the trance and sadness just now were just illusions, Meng Zhao returned to his lazy and glamorous appearance, and dragged his wooden clogs up the stairs.

"It's a gift from the lotus jade, don't say that the old lady is taking advantage of you."

Wen Yan looked at her back and thanked her loudly. It was obviously a big surprise, but he couldn't be happy at the moment anyway.

After the sound of the door bolt falling was heard from upstairs, Gu Jianhan saw that Wenyan still didn't move, his eyes were lowered and he looked absent-minded, so he couldn't bear it anymore, leaned into his arms and gently tiptoed and rubbed the tip of his nose with him affectionately.

"Master..."

Wen Yan couldn't refuse him, but was disturbed again, thinking that now should not be the time for intimacy.

He should have believed in Gu Jianhan, believed that he would not make fun of his own life, believed that he would not deceive him on purpose.

But what Meng Zhao just said just keeps lingering in his mind—there is no cure for the leg disease, the internal organs are at the end of the force, and even the bones are broken, how can he not worry, how can he continue to be heartless Immerse yourself in the blissful bubble of mutual affection.

"What is A Yan thinking, can I let the teacher listen to me?"

When he spoke, the slightly cool breath fluttered between Wen Yan's lips, and there was a slight itchiness, which made Wen Yan's lips to the tip of his heart become numb.

The numbness of love was transmitted to Wen Yan's limbs along with the crazy beating of the heart, and the fingertips that directly touched Gu Jianhan were so numb that they lost consciousness.Some reactions in the dark made him feel ashamed, he turned his head to avoid Gu Jianhan's condescending closeness.

Gu Jianhan's face darkened almost instantly.

The obsessive and admiring expression quickly faded from his face, and in a blink of an eye, only sternness and cruelty remained on that frosty face. He pinched Wen Yan's face and forced Wen Yan to bow his head and meet him without warning. Kissing, the more Wen Yan resisted, the tighter he pinched.Even without the spiritual power, his hands are still very strong, and it is impossible for Wen Yan to do anything to him, so this kiss became Gu Jianhan's unilateral violence.

Wen Yan's jaw was about to be crushed, he was very afraid of pain, so he let out a heavy snort between the intertwined lips and tongue, the voice was like that of an abused puppy, it seemed to be crying, and there was no Unobvious sadness and disappointment.

He felt that his heart was stuffy and uncomfortable.

Why did Gu Jianhan suddenly not love him anymore?

That physical impulse was severely splashed with cold water by such a pure act of violence. He felt that his lips hurt, his jaw hurt, his heart hurt, and there hurt too. He didn't like this kiss, but Gu Jianhan didn't care if he liked it at all. I don't like it, and I'm still kissing crazily.

Rather than kissing, it is more like punishing disobedient pets and biting prey that try to escape.

But isn't he his boyfriend?

"How many times do I have to tell you to be a good teacher? Wen Yan, why is it so difficult for me to be the only one in your eyes and heart?"

He stopped kissing, those deep eyes were only an inch away from Wen Yan's.

"Are you really going to dig out your two eyeballs so that you won't keep looking at others and take your brain out so that you won't keep thinking about others?"

Wen Yan didn't understand, and even the voice of reply was tinged with fatigue.

"How can I keep looking at others and thinking about others? I'm already full of Master. What else can I do to satisfy Master? I don't know what the so-called obedient standard of Master is, but I I've tried my best."

"Are you talking to me with this attitude?" Gu Jianhan still had traces of the fierceness just now on his lips, but there was no normal love in his eyes at all, "You think you can get rid of the teacher's aura after entering the scent of corpses and ghosts?" Controlled? Do you think that without spiritual power, as a teacher, you will become a cripple and need to rely on you to live? It’s ridiculous—even if you have no spiritual power as a teacher, it’s still easy to kill you, a waste. think--"

"I didn't think about it." Wen Yan interrupted him softly, and smiled at him hurtfully, "I never thought about it that way."

He staggered Gu Jianhan's gloomy gaze with lowered eyes, withdrew and took a few steps straight back, bypassed Gu Jianhan for a long way, and climbed the stairs precariously.

However, he stopped at the corner of the stairs, and for some unknown reason, he stepped on the wooden planks to simulate the sound of going upstairs. There were sixteen steps left, and every step was heavy and exhausting.

His eyesight has not recovered, so Gu Jianhan is still a blurry figure from this distance.

It was clearly the same outline as before, but it made people feel very strange for no reason.

Wen Yan leaned against the wall and squatted down slowly. From his angle, he could see the moon on the second floor covered by shadows. Those dark sufferings were intertwined and intertwined, drowning the cold and lonely moonlight in the clouds.

He suddenly remembered the symptoms of madness recorded in the original book - moodiness, red pupils, shriveled body, and loss of control of spiritual power.

In the future, there may be bloodthirsty, disability, and insanity.

Even death.

Wen Yan was taken aback for a moment, not daring to continue thinking.

He touched his mandible, which was still aching, and looked at the tall, motionless figure downstairs in a little confusion.He could clearly hear his inner voice, growling stubbornly, telling him that he should hold him in his arms at this moment, but really... just hold him in his arms?

Is Gu Jianhan's abnormality really just because of his madness?

But now he doesn't even have spiritual power, so it doesn't constitute a condition for becoming obsessed, right?

If it wasn't for the madness... Gouging out the marrow, what kind of deep hatred is there between them, which is worthy of Gu Jianhan committing such a crime for him?

Wen Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes still fell on Gu Jianhan, he caressed his heart in a daze, thinking that falling in love with Gu Jianhan was so painful.

Sure enough, it's still celibacy, okay?

Isn't it worth cherishing what you have already obtained?

But obviously so lucky, and worked so hard to get together, he has already made up his mind to cherish Gu Jianhan for the rest of his life.

Does Gu Jianhan have no heart?