Chapter 535: Drawing swords to help the disaster (sixty-two)

Qi Yang looked at the rice porridge in front of him that clearly smelled of medicine but was described as bland by its owner. He raised the corners of his mouth and then opened his mouth under Ling'er's expectant eyes.

Ling'er was overjoyed that Brother Yang was finally willing to let her feed her with medicinal food!

The temperature at the entrance is just right, and the heat of the rice porridge is also just right. The rice grains fully absorb the water and are soft and delicious. Since there are no other ingredients, the sweetness of the rice soup only blends with the astringency of the concoction, giving it a unique flavor.

Ling'er knew that the rice porridge this time was much bitter than the previous ones. Seeing Brother Yang holding the porridge in his mouth and chewing it slowly as usual, she couldn't help but frown and asked, "Don't you feel bitter eating like this?" If it were her, she could not wait to swallow it as soon as she took it in her mouth. And she just cooked the porridge until it was boiling, just to save Brother Yang from chewing the bitterness.

Qi Yang swallowed and then answered Ling'er: "Who said this porridge is bitter?"

Ling'er blinked in confusion and said, "But I hope your body will recover faster, so I took the initiative to increase the dosage of the medicine. Don't they say good medicine is bitter?"

"Nothing in this world is completely bitter. There is bitterness in the sweetness, and there must be sweetness in the bitterness. I feel that the sweetness in the concoction is more bitter than the bitterness." Qi Yang explained with a smile.

Ling'er nodded as if understanding, and thought sadly: "Brother Yang, I'm afraid he has suffered too much, but he has finally tasted the sweetness."

"After the girl put the concoction into the rice porridge and boiled it, even the last bit of astringency was covered by the sweetness of the rice soup. So the rice porridge is not bitter at all." Qi Yang continued.

"Really? Then I'll have a taste too!" Ling'er was persuaded, scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge and wanted to put it into his mouth.

"No!" Qi Yang quickly stopped him.

Ling'er stopped moving and waited for Brother Yang's explanation.

"I've already eaten this bowl of porridge." Qi Yang reminded Ling'er.

But Ling'er saw through him and asked pretending to be angry: "So you just lied to me? This porridge is simply bitter?"

"This..." Qi Yang explained in a low voice, "I'm just expressing my thoughts. The same food has different tastes in different people's mouths."

Only Ling'er could understand this explanation. She suddenly understood that Brother Yang was only able to taste the sweetness in something as bitter as concoction because his heart was too bitter.

When Qi Yang saw Ling'er lowering her eyes and said nothing, he thought she was still blaming him, so he continued to explain: "Just like what my master said when I was a kid, you can think of the feeling of a sharp weapon scratching your skin as pain, or it can be something else. "

Linger was shocked after hearing this. How could Brother Yang's master teach him such strange ideas? Is it because of this understanding that Brother Yang doesn't care about his body so much?

Qi Yang felt that for this reason, he could give Ling'er some advice: "So, you don't have to worry about these flesh wounds on your body all the time. I don't take this kind of slight pain seriously."

really! Brother Yang thinks that the pain of skin trauma is nothing, so he can get hurt at will! If not for his profound martial arts, as long as he slowed down his offensive a little and increased his defense against the enemy, how could he be easily injured by the enemy?

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