Jian Youfeng
A man carrying a sack came to the foot of the peak. He first looked up at Jianyou Peak, then lifted the sack behind his back and walked to the top of the peak with ease.
Just as he was about to reach the top with the sack on his back, he bumped into Xin Wanyou, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, bent over and sighed, and had trouble walking.
The man stepped forward and asked, "Junior brother, what's wrong with you? Who beat you like this?"
Xin Wanyou shook his head sadly, holding his hand on a big tree, complaining: "Brother, forget it. On the day you went down the mountain without authorization, a man in white came down..."
After listening to Xin Wanyou's words, the man's face gradually turned cold. He placed the sack on the ground behind his back and said sternly: "This is unreasonable! Who is so bold and dares to come to Jianyou Peak to act wild?"
"Junior brother, what does the man in white look like? Do you want to leave his name? Speak slowly. Senior brother will make the decision for you."
Xin Wanyou glanced at him and said: "Senior brother, it's not that I, the junior brother, look down on you. Even if our master takes action on his own, we may not be sure to defeat that person."
"Isn't that true?" the man said cowardly, "What does that person look like?"
Xin Wanyou said in detail: "The long black hair is shawl, the white clothes he is wearing are spotless, the appearance is extraordinary and handsome, different from ordinary people, and the movement is as fast as lightning."
The man yelled, silently picked up the sack on the ground, walked straight past him, and continued walking towards the peak.
Xin Wanyou limped after him and stopped him: "Brother, you went down the mountain to Wuzhou privately. Master is not very happy. He is very angry right now. You'd better go and apologize in a few days."
"Unhappy?" The man turned his head and asked in confusion.
"There is an inexperienced kid on the top of the mountain. Master and the old man are angry about it." Xin Wanyou whispered in his ear, cautiously reminding him.
The man waved his hands fearlessly and said as he walked: "It's okay, it's okay."
Xin Wanyou saw that he was calm and at ease, and he was very curious. He had nothing to do, so he followed him.
"Why practice?"
"Become stronger!"
"And after that?"
"kill!"
boom!
"Go! Go quietly and reflect under the evergreen tree for a year. If one year is not enough, just two years. Only after you truly understand why you practice, can you learn the sword."
As soon as the two of them reached the top of the mountain, they heard the crisp sound of teacups breaking in the thatched cottage, followed by the familiar sound of scolding. They held their breath and concentrated in unison, stopped and lowered their heads, not daring to take another half step forward. .
Luo Yuan stood outside the thatched house, glanced at them first, and then walked towards the leafy evergreen tree.
He originally wanted to run away and go out on his own, but he didn't want to let down the man in white's hard work, so he had to sit cross-legged under the evergreen tree and repent peacefully.
"You still know how to come back?" The old man's dissatisfied voice came from the thatched house again.
The man walked to the thatched house with a smile, opened the mouth of the sack, and held a piece of sweet potato with an earthy skin in his hand. He said, "Master, I found this sweet potato after searching all over the mountains and fields. It is absolutely delicious. I will roast it for you right now." .”
He had just taken two steps when the old man's voice came from the room again: "Wait a minute. Just give the things to Wan You and let him bake them. You stay and supervise his reflection."
The man hurriedly winked at Xin Wanyou, who hurriedly said: "Master, Wanyou is worried that the roasting will not be good and will affect your appetite, so let's let senior brother bake it."
"Okay. You stay and supervise his reflection, and let Xiaofu bake."
"Hey!" Roasted strong.”
The man got wise in his haste and said: "Master, my junior brother is too seriously injured, and he is a one-armed man, so it is very difficult for him to move around. He can't do this bending work, so let me do it."
"Wanyou, are you seriously injured? Does losing an arm have a great impact on you?" The old man's questioning voice came from the thatched house.
Xin Wanyou endured the severe pain and straightened his back, picked up the sack and said with a smile: "Master, I have long been accustomed to living with one arm. This small injury is nothing. I will roast it for you right now."
"This..." The man cried sadly, watching Xin Wanyou leave with the sack on his back, and suddenly cursed in his heart, "You are really nothing!"
"Xiaofu, why are you still standing there? If he can't figure it out for a day, you should stay with him for a day. If he doesn't figure it out for a year, you should stay with him for a year. You can figure it out yourself."
The man frowned and said: "Master, if you want to punish me, just tell me what you are doing with these excuses."
"What did you say?!"
"I said that Master has a noble heart and is indifferent to fame and fortune. This is what I have learned from him." The man praised him as he walked. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief after there was no sound in the thatched house.
Wu Zhengzhen
The bright moon was in the sky, and the stars were obscured by the fog, leaving only a bright and bright full moon hanging high in the night sky.
Feng Lan walked out first carrying a sack with medicine bottles on his back. Zi Yang closed his eyes tightly and slowly walked down the steps outside the gate with Hua Yao's support.
Wu Yuanxiao held the red gourd bottle in his hand and chased him out. He called out to Hua Yao who had not gone far. He put the gourd bottle into Hua Yao's hand and turned around to leave without saying a word.
Not long after, there was a loud bang behind him. Feng Lan slowly turned his head and stood there looking at her quietly.
Zi Yang persuaded: "My current injury really doesn't matter. You'd better go back before we go far."
"What do you know about whether it is important or not? Don't think that you are out of danger as soon as you regain consciousness after taking a few doses of medicine." Hua Yaoqiong wrinkled her nose slightly and gritted her silver teeth, saying angrily.
"But sir, he doesn't seem very happy." Zi Yang said guiltily.
Feng Lan couldn't help but persuaded: "Yes. If you tell me the steps for the dosage of the decoction, you won't follow us into the mountains."
Hua Yao asked back: "Can you decoct medicine? Do you know herbs? Do you know how to mix them? Can these be explained in one or two sentences?"
"Uh..." Feng Lan was asked this question and immediately stopped talking.
Just as Zi Yang was about to speak, Hua Yao's words completely shut his mouth, saying, "Besides, if his wound gets infected, do you know what herbs to use?"
Feng Lan smiled and said, "I just said casually, don't be angry. It's naturally best if you follow us up the mountain."
"Let's go." Hua Yao said softly.
Feng Lan nodded and opened the way in front, Hua Yao supported Zi Yang with both hands and followed behind him.
After this short interlude, the three of them finally arrived at the fence gate. Feng Lan stepped forward and pushed open the fence gate, then put the bottles and cans on her back into the bamboo house.
After Jia Juesheng heard the sound, he put down the formation book in his hand, opened the door and stood under the eaves, looking at Zi Yang, whose eyes were closed and his face was covered with scars, for a long time until they entered the room.
Just when he was about to go back to the house to sleep, his lazy eyes suddenly changed. He was attracted by the bloody footprints in the courtyard, and he was reluctant to go back to the room.
After Feng Lan settled the two of them, he walked up the steps and was about to open the door to his room when he was stopped by Jia Juesheng. He asked quietly: "Why doesn't he dare to look at people with his eyes closed? Yes?" Aren’t you blind?”
"You are blind!" Feng Lan said coldly.
Jia Juesheng asked again: "No, if he's not blind, why doesn't he dare to look at me?"
Feng Lan jumped down the steps, pointed at his nose, and said unceremoniously: "Are you handsome? Why does my brother have to look at you?!"
Jia Juesheng changed the subject, pointed at the bamboo house, and asked, "What is that woman here for?"
"They are here to treat my brother, what does it have to do with you? Why do you ask so many questions?" Feng Lan crossed her arms across her chest and asked.
Jia Juesheng replied: "I just asked casually."
Seeing the panic on his face, Feng Lan laughed and said, "Oh, you're scared, you're scared."
"What am I afraid of? What do I have to be afraid of?" Jia Juesheng pretended to be calm.
Feng Lan got straight to the point and said: "You are afraid that the three of us will harm you, so you ask questions. How can you hide your little thoughts from me?"
Jia Juesheng felt a chill in his heart, but he still said bravely: "I have the Formation Origin Stone in my hand, but I am still afraid of you three who are new to the river basin. This is a joke!"
In the past, when he first came here, Ziyang was the only one who opened the river basin, and he was still in the first realm. With his strength in the fifth realm, he didn't have to worry about anything.
But now, there are two more people, and he does not have the formation source stone in his hand. Without the formation source stone, he cannot even arrange the most basic formation. The formation master's physical skills were weak and he relied entirely on formations to fight. If the three of them teamed up to attack him, it would be difficult to determine the outcome. This was also the purpose of his questioning.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Feng Lan patted his shoulder and said calmly: "Don't scare me with the formation source stone. Will a person who wants to kill you tell you that he has a knife in his hand?"
"Also! The more you ask, the more it represents your feelings. The reason why you asked so clearly confirms the panic in your heart."
Jia Juesheng originally wanted to scare Feng Lan, but others saw through his mind. When life and death were at stake, whoever was bolder would have an extra chance of survival.
Even when he was exposed by Feng Lan in front of him, he still put on a calm and calm demeanor to intimidate him.
After all, my own realm is here, and this is a very precious bargaining chip.
"Panic? What do I have to panic about?" Jia Juesheng said with a fearless face: "Even if you all come together, I, Jia Juesheng, won't frown. I don't know who will win."
Feng Lan spread her hands and said helplessly: "In that case, you have to be careful. It's best not to close your eyes tonight, otherwise you won't know how you died."
After saying that, he went back to his room to rest.
Facing the suspicious Jia Juesheng, he didn't want to explain anything more. He could only let time prove his "innocence".
"You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of guarding against others. The calmer the night, the more dangerous it is." Jia Juesheng lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Just like Feng Lan said, he really didn't sleep a wink all night.
