Brothers wash white every day [Transmigration Book]

"Senior brothers, I'm fine." Gong Xuanming's tone was indifferent, but Zhu Qingzan felt sad when he heard it.

Zhu Qingzhan gently raised her hand and wiped her eyes, then raised her head, "Look at my little brother, I'll let them get some food!"

None of the senior brothers raised any objections, they gathered around Gong Xuanming to ask about his health.

Zhu Qingzan closed the door, and saw Wu Jing leaning against their door, Zhu Qingzan ignored him, but was blocked by Wu Jing's hand.

Zhu Qingzan raised her red eyes, "What do you want to do again?" Don't think that he didn't know that he was inviting him to help, and he hardly did anything last night.

"Fellow Taoist, are you okay!" Zhu Qingzhan woke up before arriving at the inn last night, and went directly into the room to take care of Gong Xuanming. If he read correctly last night, Zhu Qingzan's spiritual power was almost The state of exhaustion gave Gong Xuanming the spiritual power of most of the night...

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." After saying that, Zhu Qingzan bypassed him and went downstairs. After a while, she came up with the food herself, and asked the other five juniors to go downstairs to eat.

Wu Jing was also on the list, he almost turned his head three times a step, looked at the closed door, his brows were full of deep thought.

inside the room.

Zhu Qingzan carefully blew the food cold before feeding it to Gong Xuanming.

He never dared to look at Gong Xuanming's stomach, but there was still a faint scent of blood and herbs in the air entering his nostrils.

Zhu Qingzan has no appetite to eat, he looks gentle, his black hair hangs over his shoulders, and the green jade hairpin in his hair seems to be the only vitality in his body.

Gong Xuanming laughed at his own thoughts, and opened his mouth to eat the food that Zhu Qingzan fed him.

Zhu Qingzan did not speak during the whole process, and neither did Gong Xuanming.

"Eldest brother..." Gong Xuanming frowned slightly after eating, and saw Zhu Qingzan tilting his head to look at him, "Little brother, you should rest well first, and don't blame senior brother for nagging. In the future, if this happens, don't worry about senior brother. , Just protect yourself."

The smile on Zhu Qingzan's face was far-fetched, Gong Xuanming just looked at him deeply, then turned his eyes away, pretending, he knew that Zhu Qingzan used to use this trick.

Zhu Qingzan took down the bowls and chopsticks, and brought over a basin of water to wipe for Gong Xuanming.

Gong Xuanming frowned and didn't speak. He hated Zhu Qingzan's touch, and even more hated such a silent Zhu Qingzan.

"Brother..."

"Huh?" Zhu Qingzan was concentrating on wiping, and didn't go to see his wound. He was dizzy, but now he was trying his best to endure the symptoms of blood dizziness.

Gong Xuanming was injured in order to save him, he couldn't pretend to be someone else's hands, it's just that reading the text and feeling it personally are completely two different feelings.

Gong Xuanming just called him and didn't speak anymore.

Zhu Qingzan smiled and said: "Senior brother knows, don't worry, senior brother will be with you tonight and will not leave."

Gong Xuanming felt the hand that Zhu Qingzan wiped for him. For the first time, Gong Xuanming felt that Zhu Qingzan's hand was very small, not at all like a man's hand. As he bent down, the strands fell from his shoulders to his chest, and some fell directly on his chest, very soft, with a bit of coldness.

Zhu Qingzan wiped it inch by inch, and when he was close to Gong Xuanming's wound, he gently removed the bandage, and said to Gong Xuanming with red eyes: "Junior brother, it may hurt a little, bear with it."

He has to clean the blood stains around the edge of the wound to avoid inflammation.

Zhu Qingzan specially prepared the elixir given to him by Yaozun before going down the mountain, dipped it a little bit, and wiped it gently, as if afraid of Gong Xuanming's pain, he blew gently.

Gong Xuanming just looked at Zhu Qingzan like this. Zhu Qingzan was also gentle in his previous life, but not this gentle. His gentleness has always been limited to appearances, but why does the current Zhu Qingzan always give him a "changed" look? Feel it.

Zhu Qingzan focused on wiping, but her small face was already pale.

Zhu Qingzhan felt that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he had never seen such a big wound. He used his clumsy way of using spiritual power to quietly probe Gong Xuanming's wound, and it was only a hair's breadth away from Danhai, just a little bit away. It was only a little bit close, and Gong Xuanming was about to become a useless person.

Gong Xuanming practiced so hard, except for Zhu Qingzan who had read the original book, no one would know.

Gong Xuanming looked at Zhu Qingzan and wanted to cry, and those who didn't know thought he was the one who was injured.

"Junior brother, do you really feel pain? If you feel pain, just say so, don't hold back." Zhu Qingzan couldn't hold back anymore, his tears rolled down.

Gong Xuanming: ...

If he remembers correctly, Zhu Qingzan used to say to him often: A man, a little injury is nothing?Men bleed but not cry.

But looking at Zhu Qingzan who was almost crying into tears, Gong Xuanming's "weird" feeling became more and more intense, but Zhu Qingzan wiped his tears with his quilt while crying.

Gong Xuanming: ...

"Brother, I won't hold back, should I bite you?" Gong Xuanming's face was ugly because of the injury.

Zhu Qingzan thought for a while, closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, "You bite." If it can relieve him a little pain, he is just bitten, it's nothing.

At that moment, Gong Xuanming felt that he was provoked by Zhu Qingzan's behavior, and immediately bit down. Zhu Qingzan's eyes widened in horror, watching Gong Xuanming's mouth biting his arm, and biting the A scream was swallowed in his throat, his eyes were tearful and his teeth were grinning in pain, but in the end he reached out and touched Gong Xuanming's head with distorted facial features.

Gong Xuanming turned to look at Zhu Qingzan very angrily, and saw him looking at him, as if he was looking at some small pet kept at home, Gong Xuanming: ...

There is no pleasure/sense of revenge at all.

He let go, and Zhu Qingzan immediately withdrew his hand and wiped the drool on his arm on his back. He was very disgusted, but still had a smile on his face, and asked softly: "Little brother, how do you feel? Are you comfortable?" Is it on?"

Gong Xuanming didn't speak.

He tasted a bit of blood in his mouth, and he didn't know whether it was his own or Zhu Qingzan's, so he just nodded silently.

Wu Jing downstairs obviously sensed the commotion in the room, and raised his eyebrows slightly. How could the relationship between these two people be like playing house, it was unpredictable.

"Second senior brother, have you given all the pills on your body to senior senior brother?" Ji Wuming asked suddenly while biting his chopsticks.

"Take it!" Fan Jiuni adjusted his breathing for half the night last night, and his injuries finally improved a lot.

Ji Wuming looked at the others again, and the others said, "Take it."

Lu Zishi looked at Wu Jing who was sitting opposite them as if nothing had happened, "Brother Daoist, do you know of any way to help our little brother recover quickly?"

They are all sword cultivators in Chuixue Valley, because their master is always "sneaking" at the medicine peak, except for the sensible senior brother and the junior junior brother who listens to the master's words, they are open and honest and want to dig and search for the medicine master. Can only be used to steal.

The one that Ji Wuming stole the most was Bigu Pill, and he couldn't tell the difference between the good and bad of other medicines. Before leaving, everyone in the sect was busy rebuilding the sect, and Ji Wuming joined with his senior brothers to patronize the medicine again. Feng, touched all the pills within sight.

"If you want to heal the wound quickly, as far as I know, there is only Yangjing Pill..."

Before Wu Jing finished speaking, Ji Wuming took out a group of bottles and cans, looked at him and asked, "Which bottle is it?"

Wu Jing looked at the pile of pills he threw out without any concealment, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The pills from Luoxuezong Yaozun were hard to come by. These Luoxuezong disciples actually...

Wu Jing counted, and there were 23 pill bottles that Ji Wuming took out.

Didn't you say that Yaozun is very stingy?To be so generous to the disciples of his own sect?

Yaozun, who was far away in Luoxuezong, looked at his empty pill storage table, and Yang Tian let out a roar, scaring Lingxu so much that he escaped from Luoxuezong for refuge.

Everyone in the Snowfall Sect: ...

"This bottle." Wu Jing took off the stoppers one by one and smelled them, then handed them to Ji Wuming.

"Hurry up, Fourth Senior Brother, send it up to Junior Junior Brother."

Shui Hanqiu: ...He was a little curious, didn't he give all of it to the elder brother, where did Ji Wuming get this elixir?

"Eldest brother just gave it back to me." Ji Wuming whispered, and Shui Hanqiu shut up.

"Third senior brother, you go, I haven't finished eating yet." Shui Hanqiu handed the pill bottle to Xiao Yun.

"Oh!" Xiao Yun took the bottle and went up.

Seeing that Xiao Yun didn't treat the pill as a pill, Wu Jing was a little afraid that he would fall.

The few people in front of him didn't speak any more, and Wu Jing's gesture was like the toilet paper they had used up, which made him very uncomfortable.

Wu Jing turned his head, and suddenly thought of the huge debt Zhu Qingzan had mentioned before. He held a glass of water to his lips, and pretended to ask nonchalantly, "Fellow Taoists, I heard what you said yesterday. Fellow Taoist Zhu owes a lot of money. ?”

Several people froze when they heard the words, and Ji Wuming said: "We will pay it off."

However, Lu Zishi was more thoughtful, and he asked Wu Jing, "But is there any way for fellow Daoist Wu to make money?"

Wu Jing glanced around the four of them, and finally looked at Ji Wuming's chest.

Ji Wuming immediately folded his hands on his chest, "What are you doing?"

Ji Wuming and the others have lived in Luoxuezong since they were young, and they have never been down the mountain. All five of them have different backgrounds from Zhu Qingzan and Gong Xuanming. Shui Hanqiu is the son of Elder Luohua, Fan Jiuni is the son of Elder Refining Peak, and Xiao Yun is the son of Elder Array Peak.

These few people were originally prepared by their father to inherit their mantle, but who made them adore Qiang? Sword Master Lingxu's Lingxu swordsmanship is unmatched in the entire cultivation world, so they resolutely abandoned their family Father, under his father's gaze of hating iron for steel, turned around and worshiped Ling Xu as his teacher.

Lu Zishi is different. He is a child of a family. Legend has it that more than ten years ago when the elder deacon was seriously injured when he went out to search for Yuan Ling, he was rescued by Lu Zishi's father. Luo Xuezong.

As for Zhu Qingzan, he worshiped Luo Xuezong based on his own strength, and so did Gong Xuanming.

After they came in, their master remembered to divide them into one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven according to their ages.

"As far as I know, the medicinal pills of Luoxuezong Yaozun are hard to find in the cultivation world. If your life is really difficult, why not," Wu Jing paused, and chuckled, "Sell these medicinal pills to pay off the debt?"

The author has something to say:

Gong Xuanming: I can't let this "scum" harm his seniors.

Zhu Qingzan: Well, it's me, and I will protect you well.

ps: I thought about it, I'd better keep updating it, I asked for leave yesterday, let it go!forget it