Xianjun, please calm down

During this month, no matter how Yu Changqing tried, the broken parts of the meridians could not be unblocked, the meridians were blocked, and the dantian was chaotic. Except for his spiritual consciousness, he was no different from ordinary people, which made him a little restless.

His sense of security comes from his deep cultivation base. If his cultivation base is abolished, he will no longer be Venerable Hanyang, and he will not be able to protect himself. In this small village, otherwise, the body that Wang Dazhuang took care of would be gone in a short while.

Even without those enemies, just this face can bring him countless disasters and humiliation. He never dared to underestimate the ugliness of human nature.

Only Wang Dazhuang, a fool with a heart like a child, rescued him without asking for anything in return, and faced him for such a long time with no resistance, but he was always the same as when he first met, with pure eyes, only looking at him with reverence , even when helping him take a bath and wipe his body, he only blushed, and there was no lust in his eyes.

That fool worked hard every day, and took care of his food and clothing carefully, and he was not at all impatient with his unpleasant temper.

After he became Venerable Hanyang, everyone had a very high tolerance for his temper, but except for his brother in charge, everyone did not express any dislike for him. One reason was that he usually didn't like to walk around and talk to someone else. There are not many contacts, and secondly, it is because of his strength.

A master's bad temper is most said to be weird, but if a person without strength has a bad temper, he is afraid that he will be annoyed to death, but he is a useless person now, but Wang Dazhuang is always the same to him.

Yu Changqing sometimes thinks, how can there be such a clear-minded person in this world?

If people in this world are all filthy water, then Wang Dazhuang must be the tears of pity that Nuwa shed when she saw the suffering in the world. He is clean, pure, and looks at the world with compassion. His crystal clear pearl.

In front of him, Yu Changqing, who considers himself narrow-minded, sometimes even feels ashamed.

Yu Changqing sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to use his spiritual power again.

However, just like the countless previous attempts, the meridians were still blocked, and the spiritual power could not pass through. Yu Changqing suddenly became angry and rushed fiercely. There was a cracking pain in his chest, and he couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood. Holding the bed with his hands, looking at the blood on the ground, his expression was gloomy.

Wang Dazhuang came back early today, and saw this scene as soon as he entered the room, and ran over to help him in shock: "Xianjun, what's wrong with you? Your injury is obviously much better?"

Yu Changqing gasped for a few moments with her eyes closed, and then opened her eyes, staring blankly at Wang Dazhuang's hand that was holding him. The hand was rough but beautifully shaped, with well-defined joints and long fingers. In his arms, very strong.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Dazhuang became even more anxious: "Xianjun, why don't I ask my second uncle to come and see you, you are vomiting blood..."

Only then did Yu Changqing come back to his senses, the anger in his heart had dissipated at some point, he sighed softly, and said, "No, your Second Uncle Wang can't heal my injury well."

Wang Dazhuang helped him lean on the bed, took out a dry handkerchief to wipe the blood on his lips, and said worriedly: "Then what should I do? What can I do for you? I don't know anything... ..."

Yu Changqing's long crow-colored eyelashes trembled a few times, and said in a gentle voice, "Da Zhuang, do you still remember that you hunted a big snake back a month ago?"