Since then, Yan Wu Zhiyun has come to watch Cen Shang practice swordplay every day, and occasionally extort a small amount of money, but Cen Shang is always willing to let her blackmail him.
It was winter again, and Cen Shang fell ill. He could only lie in bed and look out the window at the falling snow.
"I'm here." Yan Wu Zhiyun opened the door and ran in, "Hey? Are you sick?"
Although he was a little listless, he still responded: "Well, yes."
"Is that so..." Yan Wu Zhiyun pouted, feeling guilty, "Is it because I often extort money from you and you don't have enough money to buy yourself delicious food?"
Yes, but not completely.
Cen Shang practiced his sword from dawn to dusk, and his daily schedule had been disrupted. In addition, he had been extorted a lot of money, and his food was relatively simple, so it was normal to get sick.
"No, it has nothing to do with you, don't think too much about it."
"Woo hoo..." Yan Wu Zhiyun's tears flowed out again.
"Don't cry, don't cry, cough cough cough..." Maybe he spoke a little hastily, and he started coughing.
Yan Wu Zhiyun was worried that his condition would worsen if she continued to cry, so she covered her mouth with both hands, almost suffocating herself to death.
"Let go." Seeing Yan Wu Zhiyun's little face turning red from holding back, Cen Shang said angrily and funny.
Nodding his head like pounding garlic: "Oh oh oh."
After letting go of his hand and thinking for a while, Yan Wu Zhiyun said, "Just wait for me, I'll go get a doctor for you."
"Need not."
"Use!" Yan Wu Zhiyun's attitude was firm.
Cen Shang had no choice but to smile helplessly: "Okay."
Yan Wu Zhiyun ran out without forgetting to close the door.
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After a while, Yan Wu Zhiyun ran back panting, with a doctor following behind her.
"Where is the patient?" the doctor asked.
Yan Wu Zhiyun pointed at Cen Shang who was lying on the bed: "There."
The doctor took his pulse and made a diagnosis: "Are you sure he is seriously ill? It's just the cold and lack of sleep."
Yan Wu Zhiyun still asked stupidly: "Ah? Isn't this a serious illness?"
This question silenced the doctor, and he didn't know how to answer it.
"Forget it, just give him some medicine according to my prescription." The doctor took out a paper and pen, wrote down the prescription, and gave him two or three packets of medicine.
"Thank you, doctor." Yan Wu Zhiyun watched the doctor leave without forgetting to say thank you.
After thanking him, he started brewing the medicine according to the prescription.
Cen Shang still said weakly: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, it's not hard." Yan Wu Zhiyun raised her index finger and shook it, "That's right, that's right..."
Without saying a complete sentence, it is easy for people to look forward to what is going to be said next. Cen Shang was no exception and asked: "What is it?"
"It's just that I have a hard time getting money. They all left me and went into the doctor's pocket."
Cen Shang was afraid that Yan Wu Zhiyun would cry again, so he reluctantly gave up her love: "It's okay, I'll give you the rest of my money."
"No." Yan Wu Zhiyun refused. She still doesn't understand why she refused in the first place. Maybe it was because she couldn't bear to rob the Cen Chamber of Commerce again.
"Rejected? There is no store like this after passing this village."
"Well, I refuse."
"Okay." That's what he said. In fact, he planned to make more money to blackmail this little guy in the future.
Under Yan Wu Zhiyun's careful care, Cen Shang quickly recovered and was able to practice sword practice again.
"Wow, he's so handsome!" Yan Wu Zhiyun couldn't help but praise him.
Being praised by her, Cen Shang was a little happy and his head was a little dizzy.
"Do you want to practice swordsmanship?" Cen Shang suddenly asked.
Without waiting for Yan Wu Zhiyun to reply, an elder walked into the forbidden area, and Cen Shang quickly hugged the little Yan Wu Zhiyun.
"Cen Shang, why aren't you practicing your sword?" came the elder's majestic voice.
He happened to be standing under the tree: "I, I'm looking at the tree."
"Look at the tree? What's so good about the tree? All you have to do is cut off all emotions and desires, practice your sword well, and don't live up to the name of this disciple."
"yes."
The elder remembered something: "By the way, the sect master asked me to tell you some good news."
"What good news?"
"Your sister has been found, but she is in the Evil Dragon Sect and is said to be a protector."
"Evil Dragon Sect?" Cen Shang has never gone down the mountain since he went up the mountain with the elders. He is just like a piece of blank paper and knows nothing about the outside world.
"Here, the number one cult in the world." The elder said, adding, "You'd better not get involved with them, otherwise you'll be in big trouble."
"Disciple understands."
"And why do you keep your back to me? Turn around?"
what to do? If she turned around, Yan Wu Zhiyun would be exposed; if she didn't, she would be disrespectful to her teacher.
Cen Shang was in a dilemma.
At this time, the sect leader walked into the forbidden area: "Old Hu, drink and go, I'm waiting for you."
"Come on, come on." Elder Hu liked drinking and followed the sect leader directly.
Before leaving, I did not forget to say: "Remember to practice your sword well!"
"yes."
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Half a month later.
Sect competition.
Cen Shang won the championship and became famous in one fell swoop, becoming the famous "No. 1 Young Swordsman" in the world.
"You are famous now." Yan Wu Zhiyun threw a sesame ball into the air and caught it with her mouth when it fell. "I will be counting on you from now on."
"What do you expect from me?" Obviously, Cen Shang did not understand what Yan Wu Zhiyun meant.
"I hope you can make money to support me." Yan Wu Zhiyun ate another sesame ball, "Look, if you become popular, you can perform on the street, and you can make money by performing, and you can support me after making money. ”
"..."
Does she know what she is saying?
These words usually express admiration or liking.
Yan Wu Zhiyun felt strange: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what I said? Why didn't you speak?"
"fine."
Maybe her mind is too simple.
"Do you want to go down the mountain to play?" Yan Wu Zhiyun had a sudden idea. She wanted to take Cen Shang down the mountain with her.
"The sect master will punish you." Cen Shang shook his head. He is the kind of person who follows the rules.
"What are you afraid of? He can't see."
"how come?"
"Do you know what it means to lure a tiger away from the mountain? My good friend Chang Xiu is doing something illegal right now. The elders will catch him soon, and we can take advantage of this opportunity to secretly go down the mountain."
"Little clever devil."
"Isn't that right? My aunt is very smart." Yan Wu Zhiyun's face was full of pride, not modest at all.
Cen Shang was amused by Yan Wu Zhiyun's appearance: "Hahaha."
"What are you laughing at?" Yan Wu Zhiyun didn't quite understand.
"Smile, you look so cute."
"Oh~" means a lot.
"Let's go." Yan Wu Zhiyun took the lead to go out and waved to Cen Shang.
"Okay." Cen Shang decided to go out with her and sneak down the mountain just because she broke the rules.
