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Because of the disturbance in Lan Kwai Fong, Ning Shu worried that it would not be safe to go back at this time, so she punted to the outskirts of the city.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the flowing water is long, and the bells of the temple in the distance are faint.Han Kuang in the cabin had already passed out.Ning Shu sat on the bow of the boat and looked at him for a moment, then took off her coir raincoat and covered him.Stretching out his hand to probe lightly, he saw that he really couldn't wake up for a while, so he got up quietly, stepped on the lotus leaves on the water, and went ashore.

When the sky was about to dawn, Ning Shu returned to the boat with the eldest willow frame on his back.

The morning fog was thick on the lake, and a small red clay stove was burning on the boat.Ning Shu skillfully fanned the fire with a cattail fan, and the casserole on the stove was gurgling continuously.Hearing the noise behind him, he turned his head and glanced into the cabin: "You woke up too early."

Han Kuang looked a little pale, and said in a low voice, "...when...there is an extra stove?"

Ning Shu lifted the lid of the pot and peeked at the casserole amidst the steam: "The stove doesn't matter, what matters is what's on the stove." He carefully covered the fire, blew on his fingers, and said annoyedly: "Oops, I forgot Get a few bowls..." Then he frowned: "Forget it, it's not so particular, you can eat with the pot."

After speaking, he put his sleeves on his sleeves and put the casserole in front of Han Kuang's eyes.

I saw that the soup in the pot was dark, and there was a black lump in the middle, which was really suspicious.

Han Kuang stared at the pot of soup with a clear expression on his face: Is this food edible?

Seeing that he was indifferent, Ning Shu couldn't help complaining: "It's not some kind of poison, what are you afraid of?" He took out a bamboo spoon, scooped out a piece of the pot, and handed it to Han Kuang: "It's just a piece of food. It's just a black-bone chicken."

Han Kuang took it and hesitated, "Black?"

Ning Shu also picked up a piece, blew on it, and took a small bite: "Well, I caught it overnight. I put some chicken head rice in the stew."

Han Kuang took a sip, followed by another, and quickly ate the whole piece.

Ning Shu pushed the pot and spoon towards him: "The soup is tighter than meat, and it is very good for internal injuries. I used to eat this when nourishing my meridians." He sat cross-legged opposite Han Kuang: "Although the prescription is simple , but the effect of warming and tonifying is stronger than that of other decoctions."

Han Kuang drank a few sips of soup, and finally some blood color appeared on his face.He raised his head: "What's going on with your meridians?"

Ning Shu reached out and broke off a lotus on the side of the boat, and said indifferently: "You are born with weak yang veins, and the yin and yang are out of balance. If you don't practice martial arts, you will be a weak and sick short-lived ghost; Maybe it's also a short-lived ghost." He peeled off a lotus seed, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Fortunately, I'm lucky, and I have found a way to make up for it now." He chewed the lotus seed, wrinkled from the lotus heart's bitterness Wrinkled nose: "Your bones are excellent, and your meridians are much wider and stronger than ordinary people. The knife at Ye's house that day..."

Han Kuang's expression froze: "One knife..."

Seeing that his expression was different, Ning Shu asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Han Kuang's voice trembled suddenly: "Do you remember yesterday... those people said that Meng Lianshan's knife to force Zhang Wei back... what did it look like?"

Ning Shu had a good memory, and nodded: "Well, that knife has the aura of a white rainbow piercing the sun..."

Han Kuang pursed his lips tightly, and after a while, his shoulders collapsed as if he had lost all strength, and he closed his eyes: "So... I couldn't catch up after all."

Seeing that his face was ashen and dejected, Ning Shu couldn't help being shocked: "What's the matter? Is there anything wrong with that move?"

Han Kuang hugged his head, and buried his face deeply in his knees: "Baihong Guanri... It cannot be used unless his internal strength is extremely deep. His kung fu has already been mastered."

Ning Shu comforted: "That person has never seen Guiyang's saber technique with his own eyes, so it's just random nonsense..."

Han Kuang said shyly, "Actually...that day... when I drew the saber, I should have understood. The reason he was able to withdraw calmly was...that he had already mastered the deepest and most difficult form of the Guiyang saber technique. He let out a few strange laughs in his throat, suddenly looked up at the sky, and said hoarsely: "Poor me... I just figured it out today..."