Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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Standing on the cloud, Nezha had a helpless expression on his face. He turned his head and saw the half-smile expression of Xiao Tiangou beside him. He couldn't help but want to kick this guy away.

Xiao Tiangou suppressed a smile, and said: "It's not my business. If you want to have a seizure, you can't send it to me. You must know that I also reluctantly came to cooperate with you. You must know that I really don't want to do it out of selfishness." Calling you 'Master', there is no comparison between you and my master."

Nezha gritted his teeth secretly, yes, now he is standing tall and dressed in black, exactly like Yang Jian.

Nezha really didn't expect his second brother's thoughts to turn to him. When he saw Yang Jian's flickering eyes, Nezha was already secretly careful, for fear that his second brother's idea would hit him.It's a pity that it didn't fail in the end.

What did Yang Jian say at that time?Oh, Yang Jian said with a serious face: "Brother Nezha must do this little favor for you. I know that with our friendship of thousands of years, I don't need to say much, but I still sincerely ask my brother."

At that time, although I was a little hot-headed, I had been a god for thousands of years anyway, and I was not so simple on face, but it was a pity that no matter how scheming I was, I was no match for Yang Jian. I just muttered: "Not really Alright..." Yang Jian's face darkened immediately, and he played with his fingers as if casually and said lightly: "Speaking of the matter that you and Chen Xiang besieged and plotted against me back then, it seems that I never said anything..."

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Nezha immediately lacked confidence, so he could only agree with a smiling face: "Okay, as long as the second brother can say it, brother will definitely do it. Is it rare for me to live in the sea of ​​swords and fire!"

The cowhide was blown out, so Nezha had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept Yang Jian's suggestion, so he changed into Yang Jian's appearance and took Xiao Tiangou back to the heaven to deal with the situation. As long as it can be delayed for a while, it will be considered a success!

A moment and a half above the heavens is enough for Yang Jian to make a comprehensive arrangement in the world and retreat completely.

After taking a few deep breaths, Nezha sank his face, waved his hands and drove the roaring dog away on the cloud, and the clouds and mists rose with a bit of Yang Jian's aura of judicial gods. As for how long this aura can last, who knows? Zha stopped counting.

The morning light shines slightly through the window lattice, and the room is filled with a light golden warm atmosphere. After the snow clears, the sky is as clear as if it has been washed by water, and the sun is also particularly dazzling. The biting north wind really makes people wonder if it is already spring.

The sunlight scattered on Zhan Zhao's face, making his slightly pale complexion glow with a golden light.

Yang Jian sat beside him, his eyes were slightly blurred, he couldn't help scanning slowly along the curve of Zhan Zhao's gentle face, seeing his hair was messy, Yang Jian's fingers trembled slightly and he almost wanted to tidy it up for him, but it was only a little He hesitated or remained the same without moving.

The door slammed softly, and slight footsteps walked in slowly, tentatively.

The corners of Yang Jian's lips twitched, and the sound of footsteps stopped behind Yang Jian. The visitor seemed to be considering what to say, with a bit of hesitation in his breath.

Yang Jian said lightly: "Is Master Fan okay?"

Fan Bo was slightly taken aback by the sudden indifferent voice. Although he didn't deliberately hide his footsteps when he came in, he didn't know why the man in black recognized him without even turning his head, and he seemed to be following him from the beginning to the end. This person had a face-to-face meeting, as if he hadn't even said a word, how did he know who he was?

Although there were many doubts in his heart, Fan Bo quickly responded with a smile: "Yes, it's nothing serious, just don't worry about Zhan Zhao, come and take a look..." As he said, Fan Bo looked over Yang Jian's shoulder, Zhan Zhao was lying flat on his back. On the bed, he seemed to be breathing evenly and calmly, as if there was no serious problem, he couldn't help but let out a sneaky breath, and continued: "The inn has prepared meals, why don't I watch my husband and eat something first? "

Yang Jian sighed softly, got up slowly and looked back, Fan Bo didn't seem to have slept well last night, his fat face was a little sad and tired, his eye bags were blue, but his eyes were still sharp, and he could see the internal strength of this "Master Fan" Yes, not as useless as he looks on the surface.

Seeing Yang Jian get up, Fan Bo took a step back angrily. For some reason, Fan Bo suddenly felt a little short of breath in front of this person, and even looked at each other with a guilty conscience. This feeling is rare even when facing the emperor. , only when facing his Master Enshibao, but it was not so strong, "Awe?!" Although Fan Bo had doubts in his heart, he couldn't say a word. He vaguely felt that the person in front of him felt simple, Perhaps it would be wisest to say little in the presence of this man.

Yang Jian didn't exert any coercion on purpose, but he was quite satisfied to see Fan Bo lowered his head with a smirk. This is a smart man, so Yang Jian didn't say much, but just said calmly as always: "Master Fan, I'm sorry. Going out to find some medicines for wounds and coming back soon, Zhan Zhao is probably going to wake up, he just recovered from his injury and is exhausted and in urgent need of nourishment, so I will leave it to Master Fan."

Fan Bo wanted to say that he could order his subordinates to buy any medicinal materials he wanted, but then he thought that maybe it was an ancestral prescription from a famous master, so he swallowed all the nonsense, and just replied: "Don't worry, sir, Zhan Zhao and I are not just As ministers in the same hall, personal friendship is also very good, I will do my best."

Yang Jian seemed very satisfied, smiled, and walked out of the room slowly, the cold north wind outside blew Yang Jian's thin black robe flutteringly, Yang Jian's figure suddenly disappeared while the clothes were flying.

Zhan Zhao's eyelids moved slightly, as if he couldn't bear the light projected on his face, and lazily wanted to reach out his hand to cover it, but felt that his arm was as heavy as iron, and it was difficult to lift it. He was slightly surprised, and hurriedly opened his eyes to look around—

His vision was slightly blurred, and he heard a joyous call beside his ears. Zhan Zhao tried his best to look sideways, and the focus slowly merged into a fat face that was nervous, relieved, and somewhat at a loss.

Zhan Zhao couldn't help but want to laugh, but felt that even a smile was a bit forced, so he sighed, "Brother Fan is all right..." His voice was deep and soft, and even Zhan Zhao himself was taken aback.

But Fan Bo said excitedly: "Amitabha, you are awake. You scared me to death. When we settled down here last night, you were covered in blood and you were hugged down. I was really afraid that I would have to explain to Mr. Bao I can't justify it with your old lady, but that gentleman doesn't want to be disturbed. I was so anxious that I didn't sleep all night. At least you woke up..."

Zhan Zhao watched Fan Bo bursting beans with some amusement and talked a long while before he said, "Okay, I know you are worried about me, how can I make it difficult for you based on our friendship—" At this point Zhan Zhao suddenly froze for a moment, looked around hurriedly but did not see Yang Jian's figure, his face could not help but change slightly.

Fan Bo followed his gaze to look around, and said with a smile: "I'm looking for someone. He went out to find some wound medicine and came back soon. I don't know what kind of friendship you have with that gentleman. Seeing his methods, even the senior His imperial doctor is far behind, but his age is not too old, what is his background?"

Zhan Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard Fan Bo's question, he thought for a while and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I really don't know what his origin is, I only know that his surname is Yang Mingjian, and he is a man of cultivation, and nothing else. knew."

Fan Bo was a little surprised: "I saw that he was very nervous about you, and thought that you must have a good relationship, but who knows that you don't know anything, I really convinced you."

Zhan Zhao smiled wryly and had nothing to say, Fan Bo poured water over in a hurry, ran to the door and gave some instructions, looked at Zhan Zhao and said, "Your wound still hurts, how about I feed you a drink?" Get some water, I have ordered the kitchen to stew blood oatmeal soup for you, bring it later and you can eat some at least."

Zhan Zhao wanted to stand up, but he didn't know what kind of tricks Yang Jian used. His whole body was limp and he couldn't exert any strength. In fact, the wound had long since stopped hurting. Although it was wrapped with a bandage, Zhan Zhao knew that the wound had already healed. Bleeding, but being so weak and weak makes one feel a little helpless.

Seeing that Zhan Zhao was struggling to get up, Fan Bo hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and helped him back up with a few pillows. Fan Bo seldom did such a thing, and he was afraid that his hands would hurt Zhan Zhao's wound. , I was afraid that the support would not be in place if the strength was too light, and after a few movements, my forehead was sweating slightly.

Zhan Zhao looked at Fan Bo apologetically, but couldn't explain it.

Fan Bo took a few deep breaths, helped Zhan Zhao pull the quilt, and said, "I'll see if the rice soup is ready, I'll bring it for you to eat."

Zhan Zhao said: "Where did you get some blood swallows at the border of Outer North?"

Fan Bo said: "Don't worry about it, anyway, you can eat some food, you have recovered earlier and our task has not been completed, in a few days the King of the Northern Academy of Liao Kingdom will come to greet the relatives in person, when the time comes, you and I will be civil and military. No matter what you say, I can’t shorten my Da Song’s aura. Otherwise, how will the princess live after marrying her mother’s family and not giving her face? Sigh, I was afraid that you would not be able to get up, but now I see That Mr. Yang is very skilled, so I have confidence."

Zhan Zhao became a little anxious again when he heard that, wishing he could get up immediately to protect the princess' safety.

Fan Bo turned around and said, "I'm going to get the rice soup, I'll be back right away!" After finishing speaking, he left immediately, Zhan Zhao didn't have time to ask the rest, so he could only look at Fan Bo's chubby figure and shook his head while laughing.

After Fan Bo went out, the room suddenly became quiet again. Zhan Zhao tried his best to see that the room was not cold, and there were fire dragons coiled around the room, which were burning hot at the moment, and there was no carbon gas around the bed, except for a little Dry everything else is fine.

Zhan Zhao didn't know where Yang Jian had gone, but he firmly believed in his heart that Yang Jian hadn't left.

Where does this confidence come from, Zhan Zhao himself can't tell.

But where did Yang Jian go now?

Zhan Zhao couldn't help but sighed softly.

Before the sigh fell, a chuckle suddenly sounded: "Why, it's hard to get used to taking a short break?"

Zhan Zhao raised his head excitedly, and sure enough, a familiar figure in black appeared on the side of the bed looking at him with a smile on his face.

Even though the doors and windows were closed and it was unknown where Yang Jian came in from, Zhan Zhao suddenly felt something blooming in his heart, a strange joy floating on his face silently, and whispered: "Second brother, I Just thinking about..."

Yang Jian sat beside him with a smile and said, "Are you wondering where I went and what I did?"

Zhan Zhao was a little embarrassed, and said, "Second brother knows everything, and no one by your side will be able to hide their thoughts from you."

Yang Jian's smile was a little helpless: "It's not interesting to see through the heart and see the world. The reason why life is full of interest is because you don't know what will happen tomorrow. There are too many opportunities and too many changes tomorrow. What's the point of knowing it, it's all just fooling around, living is just a walking dead."

Zhan Zhao didn't expect that Yang Jian's emotion would be aroused by his casual words. Seeing that Yang Jian's mood seemed to be a little low, and he couldn't find words to comfort him for a while, his face turned red.

Yang Jian couldn't bear Zhan Zhao's shameful appearance of having done something wrong, and laughed at himself, saying, "Forget it, it's just me thinking too much—how do you feel now?"

Yang Jian changed the subject, and Zhan Zhao couldn't ask for it, so he hurriedly said, "What else can I do, I'm already fine when the second brother takes action, but it's just a cover-up, I beg the second brother to use some means to get me up now."

Yang Jian shook his head lightly, and said: "I didn't pretend to be like this on purpose. Your injuries are too serious, and you deserve to die. Although I used some tricks to make a few elixir, your internal organs were all affected. It’s a big wound, and it looks like the wound has healed on the surface, but the wound inside may need to be healed for a while.”

Zhan Zhao wondered: "But I feel that I have no blockage in breathing and exhalation, and the circulation of qi is smooth. How can it be as powerful as what the second brother said?"

Yang Jian took Zhan Zhao's hand without saying a word, put it on his meridian door to inspect it, and said, "That's because I used internal force to forcibly open your damaged meridian. It is done by external force, and it depends on yourself if you want to fully recover—you can slowly follow my strength exercise and walk through the meridians and try."

Zhan Zhao didn't say much when he heard the words, he took a deep breath to transport the inner part of his dantian, and was about to run along Ren Du's second meridian, when he felt a gentle force along his meridian slowly enveloping his inner force, Gently pulling, I naturally swam away along this force...

Originally, this way of being forced into the body by external force is easy to hurt oneself, and generally not serious internal injuries will not be healed in this way, because the performer will be backlashed if he is not careful.

Yang Jian's internal strength is obviously far superior to Zhan Zhao's, and Zhan Zhao has no chance to resist at all.

The internal force traveled through the four meridians and eight meridians, and a deep tingling pain loomed. Zhan Zhao frowned slightly, and couldn't help but secretly smiled bitterly: I didn't expect that I would be injured so badly in a fierce battle. It seems that if it wasn't for Yang Jian's action, I would have been injured. Already arrived at the Palace of the King of Hades.

After a while, Yang Jian frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that Zhan Zhao would still have these old injuries, some of which had already tangled his meridians, although it would not affect Zhan Zhao's life right now, but in the future he might His martial arts cultivation will progress very slowly.

It is common for people who practice martial arts to be injured, so how can Zhan Zhao still have accumulated injuries?

Yang Jian raised his eyes to look at Zhan Zhao who was doing exercises with his eyes closed, and the corners of his lips lifted, it was completely clear...

The author has something to say: The title of the chapter is really random. There is no title at first, but I just wrote it casually for the sake of looking good.