"You are sick, seriously ill."
Jiang Liang looked at the young man in front of him and said in a deep voice.
He knew that he had a new junior sister, who was more than 800 years old.
He also knew that his junior uncle also entered the sect in the same year as himself.
Jiang Liang was extremely afraid of strangers, but the man took the initiative to walk beside him and told him that he was blind and could not see your nervousness and was not afraid that you would say the wrong thing, so don't be afraid.
Jiang Liang once said to the young uncle, "I will definitely cure your eyes. Even if it is fate, I can go against it."
But for the next eight hundred years, he went against the will of heaven and saved countless lives, but he could not cure his blind eyes.
He felt guilty about Yan Ye.
Eight hundred years later, the person who left him helpless took on another disciple with the same destiny, and became the youngest junior sister of his generation.
Jiang Liang looked miserable, then laughed in his heart.
It turned out that the disasters in his life were greater than those of the master and the disciple.
He turned to look at Xia Wu and found that she was frowning with a worried look on her face, "Master, little uncle, can she still be saved?"
Lin Du had a smile on his face. The face that smiled so casually and uninhibitedly that he didn't care about anything overlapped with the face from eight hundred years ago.
Jiang Liang was stunned for a long time, then lowered his head and took a deep breath, "I really owe you master and apprentice in my last life."
As he spoke, he took Lin Du's pulse and closed his eyes.
Xia Tian has been a disciple for more than ninety years. This is the first time that he saw his master abandoning silk threads and doing it himself. He even blocked his sense of hearing and smell in order to avoid interference.
"Your master is using methods to make up for your heart and other shortcomings. It's this heart..."
A person's heart is incomplete and incomplete. Every day he lives, his heart will fail.
Filling in the treasures of heaven, materials and earth can only delay, but cannot completely repair.
But this man's heart is special, it is not made of flesh and blood, it is like broken glass and cannot be replaced. If he is in good health, then this person may be the first person in the world of cultivation who has no obstacles in his cultivation path and can ascend in the shortest time.
But for such a person, whose heart is incomplete and whose heart has not yet been completely opened, he has already been building a foundation after entering the Tao for two months.
Jiang Liang couldn't figure out whether this person was deeply loved by Heaven or deeply jealous.
"Are you normal and don't have any discomfort?"
Lin Du blinked, "Are you saying that if you have chest tightness and shortness of breath and can't do strenuous activities for a long time, or even if you move bigger, your heart will hurt so much that it will feel like your heart has been blown to pieces?"
A smile appeared on her face, "If that's the case, it's indeed a little uncomfortable."
The young man smiled and glanced at the two masters and apprentices who had serious faces, "Hey, it's easy to say, don't be nervous."
"I, Lin Du, have a handsome appearance, extraordinary talent, I am loved by everyone, and my cooking skills are quite good. Where in the world can one person take all the benefits?"
She shamelessly boasted about herself, and then continued to explain, "If it can be cured, if it can't be cured, it's just a matter of asking. Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven. My name is Lin Du, and I can naturally survive on my own. You can rest assured."
She didn't expect the sect to save her, otherwise why would the system be left alive?
"The prepared elixir, one pill a day, is to open up the lungs and make up for the deficiency. I will develop another elixir for you to delay heart failure, and ask your senior brothers to pay attention to looking for prescriptions to repair the heart when they are practicing outside. And... ...Are you afraid of pain? If you..."
"I'm not afraid, it's just a little pain." Lin Du waved his hand, "I'm not that delicate."
"Oh, forget it. I said that if you are afraid of pain, I can develop a medicine to temporarily suppress your discomfort and allow you to move more freely."
Jiang Liang stroked his beard, "Since you don't need..."
"But having said that, this person should be born in peace and happiness, right? Senior brother, I have to trouble you to develop that medicine for me," Lin Du changed the subject and smiled, "I eat sweets, not bitters."
Who wants to be in pain when you can feel comfortable?
Xia Tian Wu couldn't help but ask, "Master, how long can I delay this?"
Seeing Lin Du's calm attitude, Jiang Liang didn't hide it, "If we don't delay, it will only be one year. But if we keep using the treasures of heaven and earth to continue, and with the increase in cultivation, we may be able to delay it forever."
None of the three of them noticed that there was a girl standing quietly outside the kitchen door. She was wearing a pink gauze skirt that was perfect for the spring sunshine. The pink treasure butterfly gold hairpin on her head was trembling with golden whiskers.
Ni Jinxuan's usually smiling face was not smiling at this moment, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with disbelief.
She has always known that the young master uncle is the most talented among the new disciples who have entered the sect. When the elders deny each other and do not want to cook, they will pick up the shovel to fill the stomachs of their group of disciples who have not yet been able to live without food. He smiled and let her eat while staring at him. He would buy her gold hairpins and give her snacks.
But she didn't know that Lin Du was not just weak, but...
A dying man who often endures such pain.
"I eat sweet food, not bitter food."
The young man's relaxed tone came from inside. Ni Jinxuan raised her hand to wipe her face, and her pink sleeves were stained with tiny drops of water.
She raised her head, silently clenched her fists, and made up her mind.
When Lin Du opened the door, he found Ni Jinxuan sitting on the table, with eyes like a rabbit, and asked curiously, "What's going on? Your master is teaching you today? You shouldn't be."
Ni Jinxuan is lively but extremely talented. Although she started out as a little white flower in the book, she is also a tough and hard-working little white flower. She also has great luck. She is considered a little koi. All her bad luck in this life fell into the hands of the demon king.
Why are you crying today? Counting the days, Demon Lord only came here when Ni Jinxuan was in the Cloud Realm.
Ni Jinxuan shook her head, "I wasn't good at wielding a sword when I came here, and my eyes were blinded by the wind and sand."
Lin Du sighed and took out a storybook from his arms as if coaxing a child, "Take it, hide under the quilt at night and peek, don't let your master see it."
Ni Jinxuan collected the book and said confusedly, "What is this?"
"Good stuff." Lin Du chuckled, "The most popular storybook in the mountains, don't lose your face, you look good when you smile."
This little rabbit can't hide things, his emotions are written all over his face.
When Ni Jinxuan thought that she clearly wanted to take care of her junior uncle, but she didn't expect that her junior junior uncle would comfort her in turn, her little face fell down again, with a bag of tears in her eyes, and then she forced out a smile, and her face turned red. .
Lin Du helplessly looked at the wrinkled smile that looked uglier than crying, "What's wrong? Otherwise, I'll invite you to the theater in two days, okay? Be happy, ah."
Ni Jinxuan tried her best to hold back her emotions, nodded vigorously, and then volunteered to help Lin Du with the rice. Lin Du wanted to put the bowls, but he heard her holding up the rice spoon and saying loudly, "Little uncle, let me go."
Lin Du looked at her strangely, "What's the matter? This is what your master said today? You should be diligent in your life?"
The little girl shook her head, held up the rice spoon and pushed the rice into it hard, "Sit down, little uncle, I will do all the dirty work from now on."
She said and pressed harder.
The bowl of rice in Lin Du's hand was almost twice as heavy as before, and he barely managed to insert his chopsticks into it.
She looked silently at the rice that was about to be crushed into bricks by Ni Jinxuan, "Jinxuan, you should be very good at making rice cakes."
This kid has a promising future. The plot didn't say that this kid is a weird lolita.
The pelvic floor of her iron rice bowl was pushed out.
