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Bai Yingchi's so-called "consequences" did have elements of intimidation mixed in, and he wanted to scare back Yu Wuque's curiosity, but obviously this trick couldn't control the fearless youthful spirit.

The man answered quite simply, as if he hadn't thought about it at all.

"To ask."

"Why?"

"for him."

Yu Wuque looked at the crooked Crane Bugui and said, "No matter how stupid this disciple is, I also know that I am responsible for Shangxian's injury. I feel ashamed, and I just want to do something to make up for it."

It should be the same logic to be justified in not admitting mistakes and to repay one's kindness.

Straightforward, only talk about the reasons, regardless of the results.

The straightforwardness was a little cute, Bai Yingchi couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled: "Junior Brother beats you so much that you can't get out of bed for a few days, you don't hold grudges."

"Grandma always beats me too."

Grandma hurts him because of beating and scolding, and Hebugui also hurts him when beating and scolding, how can there be any reason to hold grudges?Yu Wuque felt that it was very reasonable to equate the two.

If it was said that the meal was prepared and delivered before, and there was indeed some flattery in it, then tonight, what Yu Wuque said or did would have nothing to do with it.

"I won't hide it from the Palace Master, I have read the Shangxian's handwriting, and I know what happened in Chijin Mountain tonight."

Bai Yingchi: "Tell me about it."

The manuscripts found in the sleeping hall are puppets specially designed by Hebugui for the eruption of the molten lava in Chijin Mountain. Not to mention the complicated workmanship of each puppet, it is also attached with a very strong devouring spell. The purpose is to devour everything to achieve the effect of "Nasumi".

This is a method of Buddhist practice. Without strong cultivation and profound theoretical support, it would be impossible to make even a single mustard puppet, but Crane Bugui made hundreds of them day and night.

So this month he stayed behind closed doors and often stayed up late into the night, exhausted because of this.

Bai Yingchi said approvingly: "[-]% right, not bad."

"Palace Master Miao Zan, in order to make the bag hold more, I have studied the mustard seed technique, and I only know the superficial."

"Junior brother formed two formations, you are right about one, and the latter formation has the same root and origin, but it is reversed."

Crane Buguisheng created the "Mustard Seed Nasumi" formation, devoured tens of thousands of hectares of molten lava in an instant, and did the opposite, using the "Sumina Mustard Seed" formation to counterattack, which made the monstrous god punish wiped out.

Bai Yingchi patiently explained, one is Yu Wuque's intention to study, and the other is to tell him that Hebugui will clean up the mess regardless of the consequences for the sake of the common people in the world.

Bai Yingchi touched the top of Yu Wuque's head: "You don't have to feel too guilty."

Yu Wuque poked his neck and said, "But I can't feel at ease."

Of course he understands that Crane Bugui didn't do this for him. He and Taiwei Shangxian are not related, and he committed a crime and was arrested. How can he have such a big face? Yu Wuque is the last person who should not be outside of it. If he is not capable enough, not talented enough, and reckless and impulsive to cause trouble, maybe he can help and fill this hole himself, instead of waiting for Crane Bugui was lying on the lava, and he found him unconscious.

Maybe He Bugui woke up and would not have anything to do with him at all, but seeing Shangxian's sick face, he would give way to any apprentices going down the mountain first.

Yu Wuque made a big gift: "Give me a chance, the master. The disciple asked about the illness of the Shangxian, just to take better care of him. Although there are many puppets in the floating palace, they are not as good as living people. It is inconvenient for the palace master to come and take care of him every day. It is just right for me to serve Sansao beside Shangxian, which is what a disciple of Tianji Palace should do."

Bai Yingchi was quiet, but still helped him up, he said kindly: "It's rare, you should get up first."

"What is the disease and how to treat it? What should I pay attention to when I eat it?"

"Junior brother's body...you just think that he is suffering from a cold occasionally, and he will be fine after taking some tonics and recuperating for a few days. Every day from the hour of Hai to the hour of Mao, when the spiritual power is exhausted, the body will be particularly weak, but it will not endanger his life. Mo Just let him catch a cold and stay up late, after a few hours his cultivation will recover, and his physical pain will also be relieved."

He still didn't finish the sentence, but he was pleased with Yu Wuque's sincerity, and said a few words: "Wuque, don't ask if you know it, and don't answer it when you hear it, it's the best for you and him. Keep your doubts in your stomach, and in the future Don't mention it to anyone, understand?"

Yu Wuque said obediently: "The disciple respectfully obeys the order of the Palace Master."

"It's almost dawn, you have been tossing with me all night, go back and rest."

Bai Yingchi turned his eyes back to He Bugui's face again, and squeezed his hand tightly: "I will guard him."

Bai Yingchi had been sitting by the bed for several hours, and his gaze had hardly moved away from He Bugui's face, as if the Immortal Taiwei didn't open his eyes for a day, and he was glued to the bedside and waited all day.

It is rumored in the outside world that the three immortals of Tianji Palace grew up together, and their relationship is very good. If Yu Wuque hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he believe that the palace master in charge of a Taoist sect, when he was gentle and caring, his eyes were full of infatuation, noble and glamorous. If the crane does not return, it will hold on to someone's hand tightly in sleep and refuse to let go.

It's bound to make people a little envious.

Yu Wuque had no choice but to say: "Disciple, let's go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. After Shangxian wakes up, use some to recover quickly, and the palace master will also use some."

Bai Yingchi nodded slightly: "Thank you."

……

The dawn is twilight, and when Mao Shi arrives, everything will return to the original as Bai Yingchi said.

A group of servant puppets rushed in from the door, knelt down in front of Bai Yingchi and confessed, Bai Yingchi sent them all out, sat for another half an hour, and He Bugui regained consciousness.

"...Brother?"

His voice was hoarse, and he lightly pinched the back of Bai Yingchi's hand, and Bai Yingchi leaned aside to take a nap, when he woke up, he quickly helped him up, and gave him a sip of water first.

"Lie down, the matter is over, if you obediently obey and bring back the lost ones, I won't blame you."

"..."

He Bugui kept it a secret for a long time, but in the end he still didn't hide it from his worried senior brother.

"You went to Chijin Mountain to find me?"

"Yes, but the first one to find you is Wu Que."

Surprise flashed away, He Bugui snorted coldly: "Wandering around, really can't teach."

"When Wu Que rushed over, the puppet had already lost its power. He spread Biyi's wings with his bare hands to dig you out, and then carried you out from the bottom of the mountain. That kid is really not bad, so don't blame him. "

"He carried me out?" He Bugui said uncomfortably, "Brother, where are you?"

Bai Yingchi didn't understand what his junior brother was trying to respond to, and asked him instead: "What do you think? Isn't setting up such a thick barrier just to guard against me, and breaking it doesn't take time?"

He Bugui pinches him again, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai: "It's not proper."

Crane Bugui reproached him but didn't look angry, he was just annoyed that the boy was flattering and didn't take it seriously, and he had to think of other excuses to return it after he made a move that crossed the line, it was really tiring.

For example, yesterday, He Bugui was worried that the sudden vision would make Yu Wuque suspicious, so he deliberately asked Kong Zhi to tell Yu Wuque in advance to stay calm and not run around at night.

He Bugui tilted his head irritably: "Brother, I don't feel well."

It's been a long time since I haven't seen my younger brother acting like a baby with me. Bai Yingchi's heart softened into candy, and he picked up several cushions and stuffed them behind his back: "You are taking too much risk this time. The time has come, and senior brother will heal your wounds."

The spiritual power was sent directly to the dantian from the chest, filling the internal organs, and He Bugui's body that was about to fall apart had some support. Briefly described it again.

He Bugui's eyelids twitched when he said that Yu Wuque would rather not go down the mountain again, but also take care of Shangxian Taiwei and repay his kindness.

Bai Yingchi said: "That kid is very smart, he guessed seven or eight points from your manuscript, and analyzed the driving principle of the puppet with me in a serious manner. I know that the spiritual core is your unique skill. I never thought he could understand it so thoroughly. .”

He Bugui said indifferently: "He is smart, the principle of the soul core he made is almost the same as mine, but the things he put in are different."

"You fainted twice and was caught by him. I'm afraid you can't hide your health. I only said roughly. He will guess sooner or later. Maybe he feels sorry for you. It's okay to let him know. More people will take care of you. My little sister and I can rest assured."

"I'm passionate about myself, and I'm not for him." He Bugui didn't take it seriously, "Yu Wuque is too noisy. After the meeting, everyone left and I let him go down the mountain immediately."

"Are you willing?"

The crane didn't return, he was baffled: "Why don't you want to part with it?"

Bai Yingchi persuaded again earnestly: "This is a rare and good seedling. Your Yanshu skills are unparalleled. You must find someone who is destined to pass it on. After Elder Xuanji wandered around, you are the only one in the Yanshu lineage. Well, Yu Wuque has a special background, it is always unsafe to put it outside, and in addition, he has a talent that surpasses others in Yanshu, so it is suitable for you to be your apprentice."

"Besides, with him by your side, you won't be so lonely. Wu Que asked Guan Xia for a recipe yesterday, saying that he would cook for you to replenish your body. In the future, there will be such a person who will have fun at your knees, inherit the mantle, and practice Guangyao Hagana. Don't you like it? ?”

"I don't like it." The more He Bugui listened, the more strange he became, "You say that looking for an apprentice is like looking for a son. Brother, you don't have to bother to persuade him. He has talent in this area, and Xue Yi can still teach him well."

Bai Yingchi stopped the conversation in time, and said something else: "In a few days, there will be the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. You can rest for a few days, and then come down to the mountain to have a good reunion with your brothers and sisters, how about it?"

He Bugui shook his head: "I don't like to go to crowded places, so let's go."

……

After another hour, the puppets who fetched and washed He Bugui lined up in a small file, with a small tail attached at the end.

Carrying big and small bags, as well as plates, Yu Wuque had to work hard all morning to get out the table of medicinal meals.

He entered the hall loudly, and Kongzhi didn't stop him, and even thoughtfully helped him set the table.

"Is Shangxian hungry?" Yu Wuque scooped out the soup and blew it, smiling at the man on the bed and said, "Soup is for warming the stomach, drink a bowl first, and then use the rest."

He Bugui lost his temper at his grandiose entry into the bedroom, so he got out of bed, sat at the table and pouted his cheeks.

The presentation is good, but who can finish such a big table?

He Bugui glanced at him: "Have you eaten?"

Yu Wuque licked his lips: "No."

He Bugui picked up his chopsticks: "Sit down and eat."

"Thank you, Shangxian." Yu Wuque agreed flattered, and sat down, as if waiting for this sentence for a long time, he pushed the dried soup in front of He Bugui, and said very naturally, "Drink the soup first. "

He Bugui really doesn't like being pressured to eat. When he was a child, he was terrified of being fed by the Bai brothers and sisters like pigs. Now he has attracted Yu Wuque who doesn't know what to do.

But with the experience of the first time, coupled with the fact that he is not feeling well now, he smashed the pot, put down the chopsticks meekly, and picked up the spoon.

There was a faint fragrance of lotus leaves in this soup, which smelled good. He Bugui said "Thank you", scooped it up and tasted it.

There is a lot of eucommia in the soup, the first bite is a bit bitter, but the lotus leaf just neutralizes the taste, the bottom of the bowl is full of sliced ​​pork loin, sliced ​​very thin, and with minced ginger and pepper, there is no fishy smell come out.

Shangxian Taiwei, who was hollowed out by Chijin Mountain, was fascinated by this bowl of pork kidney soup. He drank the whole bowl silently, his hands and feet became hot, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His stomach felt much more comfortable. Yu Wuque was pleasing to the eye a lot.

He Bugui put down the bowl, and while wiping his mouth met Yu Wuque's budding eyes.

Crane Bugui had no choice but to open Jinkou: "It tastes good, what's the effect of this soup?"

Yu Wuque admired He Bugui's slightly flushed cheeks inquiringly: "Shangxian, drink it, do you feel the blood all over your body is boiling?"

There was no boiling, and the feeling of warming up the body was immediate. He Bugui said: "It's much warmer."

"That's right. This soup is stewed with pork loin mixed with Eucommia. It is mainly used to treat impotence due to kidney deficiency and restless fetal movement."

He Bugui just bit down the sweet jujube cake that came with it, a mouthful of jujube meat stuck in his throat, and he coughed half dead.

He shouldn't have given this boy a good face, and turned around and went to the house to uncover the tiles and open the dyeing workshop. He dared to tease the gods, so he can pay back tomorrow?

Yu Wuque held back a smirk and gave him comfort: "When the turbid air in the body is coughed out, the disease will recover faster!"

After he finished playing with his lips, he chuckled: "Efficacy is the effect. The soup is indeed a good soup that nourishes qi and blood. Taiwei Shangxian can drink it at ease. There are a lot of sweet cakes. You can eat slowly."

After half an hour of breakfast, He Bugui chewed slowly and didn't say anything else. Yu Wuque explained the efficacy and method of what he ate, coaxing people to eat more, and made weird laughter from time to time. Crane Bugui didn't bother to ask him why he was smiling, he always touched the corner of his mouth inadvertently, for fear that something was stuck and he didn't know it, and he would be teased by a junior.

These small actions are cute in the eyes, Yu Wuque has gained great confidence outside of Yanshu for the first time, if he can't support his grandmother as a Yanshi in the future, then he can go to Fanchen to open a restaurant.

When he was happy in his heart, his mouth couldn't stay idle. He talked about the stewing method of this soup for a while, and the steaming ingredients for that cake for a while. It doesn't matter if the crane doesn't return and ignores people. Regardless of the topic, there is endless chatter about food, wine, health and fitness. Time flies, and He Bugui has evolved from "this person is too noisy" at the beginning to "the floating palace has not been so lively for a long time." .

It turns out that with someone to accompany, eating is not a boring thing. He Bugui ate a lot, felt full, recovered [-]% to [-]% of his energy, and his mood improved a lot.

Seeing him put down his chopsticks, Yu Wuque immediately served green tea, put away the plates and was about to leave.

Crane Bugui stopped him: "Yu Wuque."

Yu Wuque turned around with the plate in his hand, "What else does the Immortal have to say?"

"You have nothing to ask? Or ask?"

Yu Wuque was stunned and said, "No."

Immediately after finishing speaking, I regretted: "There are some!"

The crane does not return: "..."

Sure enough.

Yu Wuque walked in again, put down the cup and plate, and touched himself for a long time like catching lice, finally took out a small doll, and he held it up in front of Crane Bugui: "I just want to ask if this is made by Shangxian."

He Bugui was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I did it."

"Did you make it for me? Shangxian knew me when I was a child?"

The outer coat of the little bear doll is so worn that it is reflective, which shows how much the owner loves it. When Guan Xia brought the baby back to raise, it only took seven days for him to complain endlessly. It’s not because he thinks it’s hard to raise a child, but because the child is crying endlessly. , eating less and sleeping less, getting thinner and thinner, fearing that he would not be able to support himself, Guan Xia had no choice but to let the crane not return.

There is no other reason, this weird child can calm down as long as he touches even a piece of his sleeve.

In desperation, Crane Bugui made a small doll with his own hands. The cloth on the doll's coverall was made by Sorōchi who picked out the few pieces of clothes that the owner usually wore, cut them into pieces and sewed them on.

The child really stopped crying when he got the doll, and hugged and chewed it all day long, so he became much better.

This was not a troublesome thing at first, Crane Bugui became a habit, and he did it for seven or eight years, sending it away every year, until one day Guan Xia said that he would send Yu Wuque to school, then he stopped.

At the beginning, Yaying's "destiny" was more like a joke, but now in the Fukong Temple, holding a doll and looking sincerely waiting for an answer, Crane Bugui doubts whether there is really any fate.

Crane Bugui: "I did see you when I was a child."

Restraining his excitement, Yu Wuque asked, "Does the Shangxian know who my parents are?"

"You want to find them?"

"No." Yu Wuque didn't thump at all, and said bluntly, "I want to know why they don't want me."

This is a question that has been lingering in his heart for many years. Ever since he knew that he was not his own, he has always wanted to ask his grandmother for a definite answer. Hesitation has become a moderate heart disease so far.

He accidentally learned that there was such a fate with He Bugui, so he wanted to ask for no reason.

Crane looked at him indifferently, and thought out a comforting word: "I have unavoidable difficulties, and I didn't mean not to want you."

This sentence is enough, Yu Wuque smiled relievedly: "Disciple understands, Shangxian don't worry, I just ask, don't blame my biological parents, and I will honor grandma well in this life."

He Bugui originally choked back the sentence "The grace of childbirth is greater than that of human beings, and the grace of upbringing is greater than heaven", and wanted to teach him something. Seeing him so chic and relaxed, he was too worried.

He thought that Yu Wuque would be like others, entangled in the reason why his biological parents abandoned him, or to embark on the path of finding his roots, but he never thought that he was really just asking, thinking about the bitterness of having no father and no mother in these years, he was afraid. Yes, he also envied his disciples to have parents who greeted them with care, but what was rare was that he didn't blame himself for being a rootless duckweed.

This moment of transparent personality touched Taiwei Shangxian who had the same mood.

He Bugui held the bowl, his eyes moved slightly: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming."

"Yeah, I heard that this year Tianji Palace will hold a Mid-Autumn Palace banquet, and it will host hundreds of Taoist families. There must be a lot of delicious food. Every year, grandma will make private mooncakes. I really want Shangxian to taste that taste. You are sweet, sure. would like it."

"However, grandma is indispensable for palace banquets. She is the number one chef in Tianji Palace, so she must be very busy."

The mood passed after a break, and Yu Wuque's chatterbox could not be closed when he mentioned eating, and he muttered about the cakes from Babaozhai, the wine from Feixianju, the fresh products from Qianhe Huafang, and the vegetarian restaurant from Wuliangshan, which are not as good as Guanxia's home-cooked dishes .

After muttering, she turned her mouth: "Grandma has a bad waist, and I don't know if the plaster made by Yongle Zhenren is enough."

I haven't been home for a long time, because I miss my grandma.

He Bugui listened to the familiar name of the dish, and remembered how he clung to his mother-in-law to eat when he was a child. At that time, someone fed him mouthful, and he clung to him for salty, sweet, sour, because he didn't like the scribbled name of "two acres of land". Guan Xia took out her lifelong knowledge and barely made up a "golden pearl, emerald pearl and jade plate", just to eat a few more mouthfuls to coax the crane not to return.

In fact, Yu Wuque also made this dish a few days ago, and the taste is [-]% similar to Guan Xia's handicraft.

Crane Bugui misses it so much, and empathizes with the homesickness at this moment.

He blew away the tea leaves and said lightly: "On the day of the palace banquet, you should go and see her."

Yu Wuque was stunned for a moment: "Shangxian promised me to go down the mountain?"

"Well, get the ointment from Soraka and bring it to your grandma."

Dazzled by the joy of returning home, Yu Wuque happily hugged He Buguiyi's entire arm, completely forgetting that this Shangxian not only doesn't like others breaking into the bedroom and making a scene, but also taboos others from touching him.

Yu Wuque shouted forgetfully: "Thank you, Taiwei Shangxian!"

Crane Bugui has already begun to regret: "Let go. If you don't let go again, just pretend I didn't say it."

"Disciple must come back on time. I just said that the delicious food is not missing. I will bring it back for you to taste!"

"Tell you to let go!"

Yu Wuque quickly withdrew his hand, and laughed so hard that his sharp canine teeth could be seen, and even a few drops of Crane Bugui Tea shook out, wanting to see what kind of smug face this person who had succeeded in flattering him could see, but all he saw was a smile as bright as the sun The young man's eyes were burning hot, dazzlingly beautiful.

It turned out that the flattering Cheng Jingchang looked like this, but He Bugui turned his head awkwardly and gave the order to evict the guest.

Yu Wuque finally left, and the laughter could still be heard back to the palace after a long distance.

Others who have achieved great accomplishments and soared in situ have not succeeded like him.

He Bugui rubbed his temples, trying to drive the noise out of his consciousness.

He thought carefully about his senior brother's words, and thought that Yu Wuque was standing opposite the lonely and old man. Which one would hurt his life more?

For a while there was no answer.

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The author has something to say:

The real effect of Eucommia Pork Kidney Soup is to strengthen the yang and protect the fetus. It is amazing to eat two soups.

The plot moves slowly, and so does the emotion. This article has five volumes, and the blunt knife cuts the meat. No, the soup is simmered, and the guests are not in a hurry.