The rivers and lakes are full of vests

The next day, Fu Peibai just woke up feeling dizzy, with a stuffy nose and a sore throat. After driving through wind and rain for more than half a month, his body was not made of iron.

She struggled to get up, but felt limp all over, with sweat on her forehead, and she was indescribably uncomfortable.

Soon someone knocked on the door.

"Xiaobai, are you awake?"

"Sister Afu, come in," as soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse and his throat hurt.

Afu opened the door and came in. Seeing Fu Peibai's appearance, she knew that she was ill.

"Lie down first, and I'll find a doctor for you."

Fu Peibai hurriedly said, "No need, Sister Afu, I'm just suffering from a cold, please help me buy some medicine for the cold."

Knowing Fu Peibai's temperament, Afu turned and left the room after agreeing.

Fu Peibai was resting on the couch with her eyes closed, and soon heard the sound of the door being opened again. She was wondering why Sister Afu came back so soon. As soon as she opened her eyes, a cold feeling came from her forehead .

She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw Lu Yanran sitting on the side of the couch, with one hand holding up her wide sleeve, and the back of the other hand resting on her forehead.

She was a little flattered, and even more surprised why the other party's hands were so cold.

She grabbed Lu Yanran's hand and asked hoarsely, "Peak Master, why are your hands so cold?"

Lu Yanran withdrew her hand and covered her with a quilt, "Take care of yourself first, what happened to the fire?"

"I'm fine, Peak Master, are you suffering from cold disease?"

Lu Yanran didn't seem to want to talk about this, and deliberately avoided the topic, "You don't have to go back to Xingyang, stay here for now, and come back to the mountain with us after the Duwu Hall is completed next month."

Fu Peibai still wanted to ask, but Lu Yanran had already got up and left the room.

The voice of the peak master was still stuck in her throat, she lay powerlessly on the couch, a little annoyed that she couldn't do anything for the peak master.

After a while, Afu came back, holding the boiled soup, Fu Peibai drank it in one gulp, bitter in his mouth.

"Sister Afu, is the Peak Master suffering from a cold?"

Afu took the bowl and sighed, "That's right, because the terrain here is low, humid and cold, and it's the twelfth lunar month of winter, the peak owner fell ill just half a month after arriving, his hands and feet were cold, and the house was burning 24 hours a day The heater didn't work, the peak master didn't say anything, but I know she must be in poor health."

Fu Peibai asked worriedly: "Is there no cure?"

Afu shook her head, "The suzerain has consulted many famous doctors in the world to diagnose and treat the cold disease for the peak master, but without exception, they all said that the cold poison has penetrated into the internal organs, qi and blood meridians, medicine and stones have no cure, only prescribed some mild and nourishing medicines. Let the peak master take the medicine every year when the cold disease comes, and the body will be a little warmer. In the first one or two years, the medicine still had an effect, but in the past two years, it has no effect, so I stopped the medicine."

"Is there really no other way?"

"I heard that there is a kind of herb in the Southwest Gu Region, called Ling Xiaohua, which is hot in nature. It can be used as a medicine to reverse the balance of yin and yang in the body and cure all stubborn diseases in the world. But last year, the suzerain sent people to the southwest to search for this herb, but they returned in vain. It's over."

Fu Peibai didn't ask any more questions, but silently planned in his heart that he would go to the Southwest Gu Region in the future to look for the Ling Xiaohua.

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, just take a rest."

Fu Peibai nodded, lay down again, forced himself to close his eyes, and fell asleep for a day, only waking up in the evening.

She sat up, feeling much clearer, and her body had lost the heat. She quickly got off the bed, put on her robes and ran outside Lu Yanran's room.

From the crack of the door, you can see the faint light of the stove burning inside the house.

"Peak Lord."

"Enter."

Fu Peibai walked into the room and saw Lu Yanran sitting at the table in only a thin coat, writing something, not far away was the wide open window.

She strode forward, closed the window, leaving only a gap to breathe, then took off her robe and put it on Lu Yanran's shoulders.

"Peak Master, why are you sitting here wearing so little?" The tone was half worried and half accusatory.

Lu Yanran's hands kept moving, and a word "Shuang" fell down under his pen.

Fu Peibai didn't have time to look at what was written on the white rice paper, his brows and eyes were full of anxiety, "Peak Master, go and rest on the couch, it's cold here."

Lu Yanran didn't even blink her eyelids, and continued to focus on writing until she finished a complete poem, then she put down her pen and looked up at Fu Peibai.

"Is it over?"

"As good as it gets."

"He's in good shape."

"Peak Master... hurry up and rest on the couch."

Lu Yanran got up, came to the window, and pushed the two wooden windows completely open.

The cold wind swept into the house again, blowing the fire on and off the stove.

"Peak Master!" Fu Peibai shouted anxiously, not daring to go against Lu Yanran to close the window.

Lu Yanran ignored her, and leaned slightly against the window railing, watching the desolate Xiao Xiao night outside the window.

Standing behind her, Fu Peibai opened her mouth and closed it again. Looking at the frail figure in front of her, she felt that the peak master was very lonely. Regardless of appearance, background, or ability, they are all sought after by others. If she wants, she can be surrounded by all kinds of people.

But now Lu Yanran is standing alone by the window, most of his body is hidden in the night, giving people a feeling of loneliness and depression.

Fu Peibai swallowed, and stretched out his hand unconsciously, just when he was about to touch that thin shoulder, the other party caught off guard and called out to her.

"Fu Peibai."

She suddenly withdrew her hand, her heart jumped wildly, "Why, what's the matter, Peak Master."

Lu Yanran didn't look back, and said in a light voice, "Don't talk, just stand with me for a while."

Fu Peibai opened her eyes slightly. Although the tone of the peak master's voice was not different from her usual speech, she now heard a trace of vulnerability.

She hummed heavily and stood upright.

After the two of them stood by the window for a while, Lu Yanran turned around and went to the couch. Fu Peibai quickly closed the window, followed him to the couch, and then carefully tucked in the quilt for the person on the couch.

The dim candlelight shone on Lu Yanran's face, making her slender and indifferent eyebrows a lot gentler. Fu Peibai felt his heart soften when he saw it, and said softly, "Peak Master, go to sleep."

Lu Yanran's whole body and neck were covered tightly, she felt a little stuffy, but she didn't resist the thick feeling on her body, she opened her mouth slightly, and called out "Fu Peibai" softly.

Fu Peibai squatted down beside the couch, his eyes were at the same level as Lu Yanran's.

"Ok?"

"Is it your birthday at the end of the month?"

Lu Yanran didn't say anything, Fu Peibai almost forgot, and only now remembered, so he nodded.

"Is there a birthday gift you want?"

Fu Peibai was a little overjoyed. Could it be that the peak master is planning to give her a gift? The corner of her mouth grew wider and wider, "I don't want anything in particular."

"Then how did you spend your previous birthdays?"

Fu Peibai thought for a while and said: "My mother will cook me a bowl of longevity noodles, and then the family will go to the county town for a day of fun, eating delicious food, watching shadow puppetry, circus and so on."

"There's nothing like that here," Lu Yanran said flatly.

"It's okay, I'm very happy if the peak master can remember my birthday. I don't need a gift, and I don't need to make a special celebration."

Lu Yanran hummed, as if a little sleepy, her eyelids closed slightly.

Feeling warm in his heart, Fu Peibai got up and went to increase the fire in the stove, and then opened the windows for more ventilation, before exiting the room.

She stayed in Zhuangzi in the days that followed, and Afu and Xing Guang would go out to supervise and supervise the martial arts hall every day, and the responsibility of taking care of the peak master naturally fell on her.

But even though it is taking care of, Lu Yanran doesn't like others to take care of him too much, so Fu Peibai is still quite free all day long, basically bringing meals to Lu Yanran's room during the day, and then preparing hot water for bathing. to find her.

Even though she really wanted to be close to Lu Yanran, she couldn't find any valid reason, so she could only use her free time to practice martial arts in the courtyard.

She was already proficient in the boxing technique Meng Yan taught her, so she picked up a dead tree branch and used her inflexible left hand to wield the sword.

She was practicing seriously when the door opened behind her.

"If you continue to practice like this, you won't be able to catch the suzerain's three moves before the ceremony of establishing the sect next year."

It's the peak master!

Fu Peibai dropped the branch, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, ran to Lu Yanran in a few steps, and said cheerfully: "It's hard to do, there are still two months left, so try your best."

"Have you ever learned swords?"

"No."

"Who taught you this movement?"

Fu Peibai blinked guiltyly, and said in a low voice, "I saw it in an ancient book by chance."

Lu Yanran didn't ask any more questions, walked to the stone table and was about to sit down, but was stopped by Fu Peibai's loud "wait".

Fu Peibai took off his coat, folded it and put it on the cold stone bench, then smiled and let Lu Yanran sit down.

Lu Yanran did not refuse, looked at the young man with white teeth, and said, "Continue."

Fu Peibai was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the peak master wanted her to continue practicing swordsmanship, so she picked up the branch and practiced steadily, but this time she seemed a little absent-minded, because there was a gaze that kept falling on her, and The owner of this gaze just staying here is enough to make her distracted.

Soon she was hit on the arm by a piece of snow, Lu Yanran got up and walked over with a serious face, "If you don't practice martial arts, distracting your mind is a big taboo."

Only then did Fu Peibai calm down, concentrate his mind, and practice the sword seriously. After a while, she felt Lu Yanran close to her body again, with his hands on her shoulders.

"The right crotch sinks, loosen the right knee and right crotch, lower the body, loosen the shoulders and drive the sword to strike from top to bottom, forcefully penetrate the lower edge of the sword, and inhale."

Fu Peibai understood that the peak master was pointing him out, so he held his breath and listened to what he said.

"When stabbing the sword, the hands are at shoulder height, and the arms are slightly bent."

"Turn your body upright, and the stride should be moderate, not more than one foot long."

"First loosen the right hip, bend the right knee, lean back, walk in a backward arc, gather strength, and inhale."

"..."

The two of them were practicing alone and pointing at the other, until the sky started to snow, and Fu Peibai collected the branches. She was panting slightly, with a bright and cheerful smile on her face.

"Peak Master, thank you."

"The things I just taught you are just the things you need to pay attention to when using a sword. They are not serious sword moves. Sword art has a long history and contains countless body skills and skills. You are just getting started, and you started later than others. , in the future, we must be diligent and self-disciplined to study hard.”

"Yes!"