There was a light knock on the door, followed by Si Nu's voice, "Chengxian Lingjun, Xianyan Xianzun, please come and see how your injury is?"
Leng Ningchi really chose to go to the kitchen to make porridge, and followed Xianyan Xianzun, who was always ready to pull off the porridge. Suddenly he remembered that his uncle, who was left hanging in the Zhuli Zhai, had summoned the fourth child.
"Come in." Shui Miaomiao responded.
Unsteadily supporting Chengxian Lingjun's arm, Shui Miaomiao jumped out of bed, "That's great. I was worried that I would be clumsy in applying the medicine, but you're here now."
Wen Renxian covered the area on his arm where Shui Miaomiao had touched him. Shui Miaomiao's hand was very cold, and the cold touch lingered on his arm.
He was also indifferent to Sibo's greetings.
Shui Miaomiao was very active on the side and asked Si Chu to check Wen Renxian quickly, while she kept talking on the side.
"How long does this wound last?"
"If it doesn't get better, do you need to change the medicine?"
"Are there any taboos that need to be followed?"
"I seem to have seen this injury before, but I can't remember where it is."
"How about I do it, and you, Si Xiu, can teach me from the sidelines." After all, Si Xiu couldn't stay by Wen Renxian's side all the time, and he was also busy.
"Miaomiao." Wen Renxian shouted.
"What's wrong, Master?" Shui Miaomiao was about to take over the gauze handed over by Si Ku, but was stopped by Wen Renxian's words.
"Come and sit down." Wen Renxian patted the couch beside him. "I have something to ask you. Let Si Chu apply the medicine first."
He didn't want Shui Miaomiao to pay too much attention to the wound. The wound was too ugly.
What's more, Shui Miaomiao always leaned towards his shoulder, reminding him of the scene he saw just now when he looked back. He knew it was more of a misplacement, but his heart couldn't help but beat.
"Oh." Shui Miaomiao obediently sat down half an arm's length away from Wen Renxian.
"When did Miaomiao come back?"
"Yes." Shui Miaomiao stuttered, thinking that Xianyan Xianzun should have been hiding it to save him some face, and then changed his words and said, "I just came back."
Did you come to see yourself as soon as you came back?
Wen Renxian smiled lightly. He didn't want to ask where Shui Miaomiao had been for so long. He just wanted to come back and said, "I'm going to take a rest."
Shui Miaomiao shook her head. Her bones were almost numb these days and she didn't want to touch the bed anymore.
"I beg you to leave." Sijun quickly treated the wound, carrying the medicine box, thinking of colluding with Xianyan Xianzun as soon as possible. Shui Miaomiao had just come back.
"I'll give you four." Shui Miaomiao said.
The two quickly walked out of the Bamboo Fence Studio and stood in a pavilion not far away. "How is Master's injury?"
Sibu shook his head helplessly. Nothing had healed, and the wounds kept recurring. He had almost torn through the medical books in Yaolu recently.
If that doesn't work, I'll have to find a way to see the doctor.
But Sibu felt that it had little effect. It was not like a wound, but more like something corroding, and even the spiritual power could not be prevented.
"I heard that Lord Yi Yao said before he left that if the wound never healed, who would he go to? But no one remembered it at the time."
Good guy, there is one more reason to find Lord Tuo Yan.
Watching the four children leave, looking back, Wen Renxian had already dressed up and walked out.
"Why is master coming out?" Shui Miaomiao hurriedly rushed forward, wanting to help Wen Renxian, "It's windy outside."
In Shui Miaomiao's words, she seemed to have become a weak person who couldn't take care of herself, but she felt surprisingly good and felt warm in her heart.
Rejecting the support, Wen Renxian took Shui Miaomiao's hand and surrounded it with spiritual power, "Your hands are as cold as my teacher's."
Shui Miaomiao smiled as the surroundings felt warm.
Ever since Sibu said that the boiling blood in her body had cooled down, her limbs had hardly warmed up, and even burning her hair in front of the stove didn't work.
"I just like it cool. It's better if it's cooler, so I can relax."
"No, it should be warmer." Wen Renxian was concise and to the point, and slightly increased his strength to prevent Shui Miaomiao from pulling his hand away.
Leng Ningchi came carrying a food box, followed by Xianyan Xianzun, who also carried a food box.
Looking at the two people in front of him, Xianyan Xianzun had just been talking a lot, but seeing Wen Renxian holding Shui Miaomiao's hand tightly, he felt that his words were in vain.
Leng Ningchi didn't seem to notice, and saluted freely, "Chengxian Lingjun."
Wen Renxian nodded and asked Shui Miaomiao, "Have you eaten?"
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In the bamboo fence room, the contents of the food boxes were placed one by one, and the four of them sat around the table.
"It's so rich." Shui Miaomiao was full of praise.
Leng Ningchi, who was sitting opposite Shui Miaomiao, took off her veil and smiled at Shui Miaomiao. In fact, she just made porridge, and the rest of the side dishes were brought by Xianyan Immortal and others.
"Little uncle, eat more."
Shui Miaomiao bit her chopsticks and watched Xianyan Xianzun pick vegetables for Wenrenxian to serve porridge. He felt so attentive that he even wanted to feed Wenrenxian himself. After all, Wenrenxian's arms were inconvenient.
"So I said we should still find Mr. Tuo Yan."
Shui Miaomiao took the cake from Wen Renxian, broke off a small piece, and put it into her mouth.
Considering that Shui Miaomiao had just helped him complete the timeline, Xianyan Xianzun did not stop him and looked at Shui Miaomiao, what should he say?
What else to say, just see for yourself.
Shui Miaomiao's eyes fell on the injury on Wen Renxian's shoulder, "Tuo Yanjun told me the solution, but none of you remember it."
"Who knows whether what he said is true or not? Besides, if the Ancient Immortal Sect doesn't have anything that can cure the little uncle, how can there be anything outside?"
"Is this injury okay?" Shui Miaomiao choked. It was because everyone had this mentality that they didn't pay attention to what Tuo Yanjun said.
"The injury just kept getting worse."
Leng Ningchi put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth and said in time.
Xianyan Xianzun sighed and picked up the only green vegetable leaves in his bowl. He actually didn't eat much, so he just sat there to prevent anything from happening. In the end, he didn't expect that he would get angry instead.
"How to find it?"
"I don't know." Shui Miaomiao looked at the pancake in his hand. It was no longer fragrant and he couldn't eat it. Wen Renxian naturally took it and put it aside, "If you can't eat it, you won't eat it."
"Well." Shui Miaomiao put his hands on his cheeks, completely letting go of Immortal Jihuo Xianyan, "Is there nothing I can do about it? I just need to find someone."
"It's easy to say, you have a way." Every time I look for Shui Miaomiao, I have a hard time looking for him, not to mention that Tuo Yanjun has nothing on him. "When looking for someone, you must at least have some of his belongings. How can you find anything if you don't have anything."
"Isn't the only brand broken?" Shui Miaomiao muttered in a low voice, and suddenly realized, "Hey, did Tuo Yanjun's Zangjun Sword give it to the master?"
Before Shui Miaomiao finished speaking, Wen Renxian had already replied, "It's useless. He cut off the connection when he left the sword. The Cangjun Sword is now ownerless."
Shui Miaomiao was in an even worse mood, as if she was saying her last words, "What on earth does he want to do! There is nothing else. There are other things left by Lord Tuo Yan, or things given to Lord Tuo Yan, which can be borrowed to stay in the place." of?"
Immortal Master Xianyan shook his head. Tuo Yanjun rarely gave things to others. He usually gave people a sword and returned to the west. He rarely received things from others.
Shui Miaomiao thought about it. She only had a handful of frost and a broken ancestral tablet here. As for what she gave to Tuo Yanjun, it seemed that she didn't have any.
The only thing is, I think I gave him a tattoo, does that count?
With a flash of inspiration, Shui Miaomiao grabbed Xianyan Immortal Lord's sleeve and asked excitedly, "Where can I find the Shuangfu Tower nearby?"
