stealing from you

a little black person

two little blacks

Third brother little black man

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Lian Sheng, who was flipping through a book like a comic strip, learned a move, but he didn't feel like he was supernatural, let alone a radical change. Instead, he didn't have enough sleep, and fell asleep while hanging in the wind .

The rope had been extended quite a bit, which meant he had to climb more, and Liansheng hadn't had lunch for days.

When Liansheng climbed up, Ah Jing had already cleaned up the dishes.

Liansheng was glad that he hid a piece of pancake in his bosom, and went down to eat it later.

"It seems that you have given up." Ah Jing gloated, "From tomorrow on, Qiuniang will not have to do your share, so as not to waste food."

"Why don't you go down and feel how cool the embrace of the mountain is?" Lian Sheng didn't rush down, standing on the edge of the cliff and yawning, "The scenery is beautiful."

Ah Jing laughed loudly: "I think you have been fooled, you are the only one in the entire Qianjimen who is fortunate enough to be taught martial arts by the young master, please be content and perform well." After finishing speaking, he took the food box and left.

Liansheng snorted coldly, and jumped down familiarly.

Liansheng's ankle hurt as he tapped his toes lightly on the cliff, but his landing speed slowed down.

The sound of the wind subsided suddenly, and what the eyes saw also slowed down. He turned over, and Liansheng grabbed the rope, the scab part split open, and blood flowed profusely.

But Liansheng didn't have time to take care of the wound, and he didn't have time to cry out for pain. He seemed to be running, desperately stepping on the uneven rocks on the cliff, and ran up step by step.

After running for a few steps, Liansheng stopped. He was panting and clutching the rope, sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked and dried again.

Little black people... many little black people danced and danced in front of his eyes.

Shaking his head, Lian Sheng only felt dry mouth and dizzy.

Ah, forgot to eat!

Liansheng took out the pancake, his fingers trembling, the pancake accidentally fell down and disappeared without a trace.

"Ah... my cake..." Lian Sheng just mumbled in a low voice, he didn't have the strength to shout anymore, he didn't have any strength at all.

As soon as he loosened his hand, Lian Sheng fell straight down, the rope was as tight as a string.

Half an hour has passed, Lian Sheng has come up logically, Ah Jing looked at the tight rope, and asked Ye Zhou: "Young Master, will that kid break the pot and fall, and refuse to come up?"

Ye Zhou frowned, then said, "Pull the rope."

"what?"

"Pull the rope!" Ye Zhou repeated in a low voice.

Ah Jing looked thin and strong, and soon pulled Lian Sheng up, touched his forehead, "It's burning."

Ye Zhou touched it too, and said, "Get the doctor." Then he carried Liansheng away like a sack.

There are a group of doctors in Qianjimen. There are doctors, pharmacists and acupuncturists. It is not difficult to find a doctor who treats wind and cold.

It was none other than Mr. Qin who Ah Jing found.

After Mr. Qin gave Liansheng a diagnosis and treatment, he prescribed a prescription for Ah Jing to decoct the medicine, and then said to Ye Zhou, "Master, do you want to punish Liansheng? If he makes you unhappy, just leave it to the old slave. You do it yourself."

Ye Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why did you say that?"

Elder Qin replied: "I don't like to hear what I say. There are so many disciples in Qianji Sect, but he is the only one who learns martial arts and is bruised all over his body."

"Different masters have different teaching methods. I am different from my brother, and Liansheng is different from other children." Ye Zhou said.

Elder Qin sighed: "My lord, you also said that he is a child and has no martial arts background. He is different from the disciples in the school. If you want to teach him lightness kung fu, why not let him practice kung fu together with the disciples first, so that his body will become stronger. It’s not too late to teach.”

Ye Zhou thought about it, and agreed: "Then let him practice for ten days and a half months, at least heal the injury on his hand before continuing."

The corner of Qin Lao's eyes twitched, suddenly he felt that the young master was really scary.

The next day, Ye Zhou took the golden sore medicine to give to Liansheng, but found that he was not in the room. Thinking of something, he immediately turned around and rushed out of the yard.

On the edge of the cliff, Liansheng tied a rope around his waist in a daze. The skin around his waist was covered with horrific bruises. It hurt at first, but then he seemed to be unconscious.

Limping forward a few steps and jumping down, Liansheng felt that the biting wind was so comfortable for the first time, it could take away the heat from his body, it was very cool.

Suddenly, there were more hands on his waist, and Liansheng felt that he was being held in his arms.

Ye Zhou hated that iron could not be made into steel, why is this kid so worrying!

Quickly returning to the top of Shenji Peak, Ye Zhou put down Lian Sheng, the "vein bone" can't bear heavy objects for too long, otherwise it will fall apart and hurt the bones.

"Don't you know you're sick, what are you doing here?" Ye Zhou wished he could slap Liansheng awake, but most of his illness was caused by himself, otherwise he wouldn't have burnt out and jumped off the cliff.

Liansheng listened in a daze, without making a sound, resting his head on Ye Zhou's chest, closing his eyes, as if falling asleep, his body could not stop sliding down.

Ye Zhou hugged Liansheng subconsciously, "Liansheng, Liansheng?"

"Hmm..." Lian Sheng replied in a daze, then simply hugged Ye Zhou's arm and slept soundly.

"..." Ye Zhou suddenly remembered that he still had this problem.

Carrying Liansheng back to the house and throwing him on the bed, Liansheng started to cry out of nowhere, calling for his sister.

Ye Zhou had a headache and wanted him to drink some water, but he rolled all over the bed.

In the end, I had to call Ah Jing over, he knew how to do acupressure, and he pressed Liansheng's sleeping acupoint, and then he settled down.

After drinking the medicine, sweating, covered with two quilts, Liansheng lay quietly on the bed, and fell asleep obediently.

Ye Zhou was on the side, looking at his sleeping appearance, it was hard to imagine that this quiet-looking young man was crying and howling like a shrew just now.

It was too hot in the quilt, so Liansheng stretched out his hands and feet, and Ye Zhou stuffed him back into the quilt. Inadvertently, he touched the wound on Liansheng's palm, a thick layer of blood scab.

Liansheng's ankle was also wrapped in cloth, and Mr. Qin said that he sprained his tendon.

Even so, he still wants to go there and continue to practice... Ye Zhou is very pleased. Liansheng's talent is second, and more important is his stubborn and spotless heart.

After giving Liansheng medicine, Ye Zhou caressed his cheek, the cut on it was an eyesore.

It is said that the twins are beautiful, indeed, Lian grew up to be indistinguishable between male and female, and his sickly appearance made his facial features as soft as a woman's. Maybe this is also related to his lack of growth. There will be some changes in a few years.

Ye Zhou felt distressed. He thought it was ridiculous. His heart was already as firm as a rock, yet it still hurts. It's unbelievable.