[Sword III] Self-cultivation of brain-damaged fans

Although they became pen pals, in fact Jiang Han and Ye Ying didn't meet much.

After all, both of them are idiots, and if they can spare time to write a letter discussing Dao to each other during the years of retreat, it can already be regarded as "deep love and righteousness".

As time went by, everyone around the two knew that they had a close friend with a very good relationship, but they knew it well, but they were just the friendship of gentlemen.

If it were someone who was obsessed with Ye Yingxin, I'm afraid they would feel unwilling.

But Jiang Han thinks this is very good, as long as Ye Ying can be happy, there is nothing more important than this.

After finally coming to this world, she has no desires, but only hopes that he can live a life free from worries, happy and healthy.

So on a certain day, Jiang Han, who had been in the house for more than half a year, went down the mountain very abruptly.

Dressed lightly and carrying a long sword, they came to Chang'an one by one.

She went straight to Chang'an very purposefully, and found the person she was looking for in Chang'an.

——The Holy Hand Lonely Needle, Sheng Changfeng.

Sheng Changfeng, as a well-known doctor in the world, has also received many knight-errants on weekdays.

But even so, after so many years, Sheng Changfeng still recognized the woman who was as beautiful as water at a glance.

She is a beautiful girl, but Sheng Changfeng knows that her sword is more beautiful than her appearance.

Sheng Changfeng knew Jiang Han and owed her a big favor—although Jiang Han didn't care about it at that time.

Sheng Changfeng stroked his gray beard and smiled kindly: "Miss Jiang, I haven't seen you for many years."

A few years ago, Jiang Han was traveling in the rivers and lakes, and happened to rescue Sheng Changfeng who was caught in the disputes in the rivers and lakes, and saved his hands.

For Sheng Changfeng, who has the title of "Holy Hand and Lone Needle", this is a kindness deeper than saving his life.

And there are not many people who can make him owe favors, and most of the time it is others who owe him favors.

Therefore, Sheng Changfeng was a little curious, why Jiang Han, the "Benevolent Sword", who is now regarded as a first-class master in the world, came to him.

"Male god... I have been watching the sky these days and nights, and found that my friend's family may be in trouble recently, and I hope that sir will take the time to help."

With a solemn expression and an unfathomable posture, Jiang Han spoke nonsense seriously.

"It seems that a baby girl was born in Ye's family. Her destiny is water, but she is frivolous and has no one to rely on. She may have a congenital deficiency. I am afraid that it is easy...the beauty is unlucky."

Sheng Changfeng was surprised when he heard this, and said: "Is that true? Miss Jiang is indeed a master Lu Zu, who is so proficient in numerology and arithmetic!"

Jiang Han tried his best to hold back his serious expression, nodded slightly, and said, "I'm not good at learning, so I shouldn't speak out. But my friends have helped me a lot, and he is a person who values ​​affection, I'm afraid..."

Sheng Changfeng was a clear-eyed person, and he knew the elegant meaning after hearing the stringed songs, and immediately said: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, don't worry, girl, I will go to the Tibetan Sword Villa right now."

Jiang Han was satisfied, and he did not forget to ask: "I hope that I will not talk about it with others about my husband's search."

——It counts as labor and capital ballballing you!Labor and capital really don't know the art of fortune telling!Don't lie to me!Don't tell my master!

And don't spread the word that I become the "Jiang Tiekou" in the rivers and lakes. In the future, a lot of people will come to me for fortune-telling, but I will be doomed!

Jiang Han felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said, but Sheng Changfeng did not know what strange things he had imagined, and the way he looked at her suddenly changed.

Loving, gratifying, and a little inexplicably sympathetic and pity.

Fucking ah?

When Jiang Han left, she still felt a little baffled, but she still wanted to go to Wanhua Valley to find the medical saint Sun Simiao, so she also forgot about it.

Jiang Han stroked Mochizuki's mane on horseback, with a pair of sleepy fish eyes, just wanting to settle the matter as soon as possible.

A dead house without Two-dimensional is really empty, lonely and cold.

After solving his worries, Jiang Han immediately ran back to Chunyang Palace and continued to stay at home. This time he slept...no, it should be fine after two or three years of retreat.

Unbeknownst to Jiang Han, he accidentally made a big event, and it became the fuse of all kinds of farce afterwards.

Coming back from the topic, Jiang Han was very precise in his timing. When Sheng Changfeng and Sun Simiao arrived in Hangzhou, the young lady of the Ye family was also born.

Ye Jingyi, the sixth child of the Ye family and the only contemporary daughter of the Ye family.

The birth of Ye Jingyi not only caused the mother's blood collapse, but also the only baby girl was the body of Nine Yin Negative Meridians, which was the Heaven's Absolute Meridian.

Among the five sons of the Ye family, Ye Fan and Ye Meng are still young, only Ye Ying, Ye Hui and Ye Wei heard the bad news, and they were stunned for a moment, feeling cold in their hearts.

Ye Ying was holding the thin and weak baby, watching her sobbing and crying softly, hiccupping, she would be breathless if she was not careful.

And the mother was lying on the bed, breathless, even if the expensive tonic was poured into her throat, it would only flow out from the corner of her mouth.

Only when the father silently vented a sliver of true energy for her, could he barely hang the mother's life.

Ye Ying stood motionless, watching, watching, her heart felt like being pinched, and bitter blood gush out sourly.

"Brother! What should we do?!"

The younger brother's slightly crying voice brought back Ye Ying's sanity, and Ye Ying suddenly realized that she was the eldest brother, and she should make a decision more calmly at this time, instead of being at a loss here.

He handed the younger sister to the maid, and said decisively: "Both of you prepare the horses, we will go find the famous doctor in the world, hurry up!"

Ye Ying turned around and entered the delivery room, saying, "Father, we..."

"You guys go." Ye Mengqiu held his wife's pulse silently, and said, "Before you leave, let's see your mother for the last time."

Ye Ying froze in place, her warm brown eyes, which were as deep as amber, rippled with sorrow little by little: "...Yes, father."

However, before the three sons of the Ye family had time to go out, Sheng Changfeng and Sun Simiao arrived at the Tibetan Sword Villa one after the other.

Sheng Changfeng picked up Ye Jingyi, who was sobbing.

Sun Simiao was respectfully invited into the delivery room which had already been tidied up.

—— Both sides were stunned.

After a while of flying around, the medical sage rejuvenated and saved the life of the mistress, and Ye Jingyi also eased her breathing under the golden needle.

This night in the Ye family was full of ups and downs, from great sadness to great joy, which made people almost faint.

Fortunately, there is no danger, fortunately, there is no danger.

"Young Yuan is the body of the Nine Yin Negative Vessels, and the Vessels of Heaven's Extinction. We are really helpless."

Looking at Ye Jingyi's pulse rate, Sun Simiao's normally gentle eyes were a little distressed.

"For the current plan, we can only take care of it carefully. Every two months, I have to take my pulse to dredge the Yin Qi in my body, otherwise my life will be in danger."

When Ye Mengqiu heard the words, he immediately looked at the silent Sheng Changfeng, cupped his hands and said, "I hope you will be merciful, and I, Hidden Sword Villa, would like to honor you as a guest."

——The implication of this is that I hope that Sheng Shenzhen can be enshrined in the village all year round.

Sheng Shenzhen smiled wryly, and after reading Ye Jingyi's pulse case, he more or less guessed the ending.

As far as he is concerned, it doesn't matter, after all, how can it not save people by hanging the pot to help the world?

——What's more, he was entrusted by others, and naturally he wanted to send Buddha to the west to save people to the end.

But Sheng Shenzhen didn't want others to misunderstand that it was Mu Zangjian Fugui who stayed here just now, and he didn't want Jiang Han's painstaking efforts to be buried in his silence.

"It doesn't matter, I have been entrusted by others, and I will definitely do my best."

"Miss Jiang Han has saved my life, and I can't let her down."

As soon as Sheng Shenzhen finished speaking, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

At this time, Sun Simiao also gasped slightly, and suddenly realized: "Yes! So that girl is Lu Zu's high disciple? She didn't declare her family background, so I didn't recognize it for a while!"

Sheng Changfeng and Sun Simiao looked at each other, and it seemed that they had just realized that they were here because of the same person.

#What kind of suffocating operation is this? ! #

Sheng Changfeng came to Hidden Sword Villa because of favors.

Sun Simiao is because of several top herbs brought by the other party.

And the people behind this scene are all the same—Ye Ying's best friend, "Benevolent Sword" Jiang Han.

This time everyone's eyes fell on Ye Ying.

Even if Ye Yingli stood upright, had a clear conscience, and was as calm as still water, he couldn't resist everyone's fiery gossip.

#In the past, you said that you were just good friends, but I actually believed your evil. #

At this time, Jiang Han didn't know that he had been betrayed by Sheng Shenzhen as a teammate, and that he had unintentionally cheated his male god.

Her free and unrestrained master went to travel the world of mortals again, so Jiang Han entangled her second senior brother.

——She wants to become a monk and eat melons.