On the Difficulty of Sister's Raiders

Song Yu lived up to expectations and said the name that Yujin had been thinking about day and night.

"So, let Junior Sister Rong Mo go with me, everyone has no objections?" Yujin asked for opinions as usual.

Song Yu: Happy to hear and see.

Lin Shijian: It’s fine if it’s not me.

Faithful Elder: Quickly take that little witch away and let us be clean for a few days.

Elder Yixin: If accidents happen to the two direct descendants, then our chance will come.

The result is obvious, unanimously passed.

Now that the itinerary was finalized, there was no point in sitting here, so they all dispersed.

"Junior Sister Song Yu, Mo'er...why is Junior Sister Rong Mo absent?" After everyone had dispersed, Yujin asked Song Yu.

I didn't ask just now, because I was in front of so many people, I was afraid that others would misunderstand her and think she was going to blame Mo'er, so I don't feel relieved to ask now.

"Ah Mo is sick and can't get up. Her apprentice came to ask me for leave." Song Yu said flatly, "I have been sick for many days, and I still don't seem to be looking good. I originally wanted to see her after the meeting. Hers, but now..."

Song Yu stretched his arms forward, full of bamboo slips and paper handkerchiefs... I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of his affairs in a short time.

"I'll visit her for you." As she spoke, Yujin was already walking outside, looking impatient.

Song Yu shook her head, how did the senior sister in charge know that she was entrusting him to visit Ah Mo instead of sharing the affairs for her?It's just that I want to go, it's really not frank.

The patch of emerald green color had already reached her feet, but Yu Jin was hesitating, and finally stepped in. This was Mo'er's place, and Rong Mo probably knew it when she approached.

Before she opened the door, Rong Mo coughed violently, as if wanting to cough up his lungs.

"Drink some water."

Rong Mo supported the edge of the bed and was paralyzed from coughing. He was suddenly carried into his arms, and a glass of warm water was brought to his mouth.

This breath...Rong Mo was not polite, and took a few sips from the hand of the visitor, finally regaining his strength and gaining the physical strength to fight with words.

"Why is the senior sister in charge here?" Rong Mo slightly pushed Yujin away, deliberately keeping a distance.

Yujin who was pushed away was a little unresponsive, Rong Mo had always been coquettishly rubbing against her, and now this situation...

"Pingyang Gate needs us to take a trip together." Yujin straightened her face, as if the worry and heartache just now had never appeared, as if she was doing business.

"That's it~ I see. Sister head, please go back." Rong Mo issued the order to evict the guest without a moment's hesitation.

"Don't make trouble anymore." Yujin finally broke out after receiving this cold reception.

"What are you talking about, Senior Sister Sect Leader? Forgive me, Rong Mo is not feeling well, so I can't chat with Senior Sister Sect Leader anymore." Rong Mo looked innocent, but it was true that he was unwell.

Rong Mo's face was so pale that it was frighteningly pale. Yujin released her spiritual sense to sense the state of her spiritual power. Every elder's residence has a barrier, and the barrier that maintains it is the elder's spiritual power. The barrier around the Cuizhu residence seems to be solid. , but strong on the outside and dry on the inside, it will break when touched.

"Senior Sect Leader, what are you doing?" Rong Mo, who was picked up by Yu Jin, was startled for a moment, and then looked at Yu Jin with disapproval.

"I don't take sick people with me." Saying that, Yu Jin took Rong Mo away in a blink of an eye.

Passing by Yuan Chuxia who came back, Yuan Chuxia watched them go away without saying a word, then went into the inner room and put the cakes she bought into the cabinet.

There is a unique spiritual spring in Yujin's hall, which is surrounded by mist all year round and the water temperature is also suitable.

Yujin put Rong Mo into the spiritual spring, stepped into the water herself, disregarded Rong Mo's obstruction, and checked the condition of Rong Mo's meridians, but found that there seemed to be a slack in his chest, and there was an internal breath that lingered, obviously It was an internal injury, and this situation was somewhat familiar.

"When?" Yujin asked, annoyed at the same time, the injury seemed to have been going on for some time, yet she didn't even know it.

Rong Mo laughed softly, and the louder he laughed, he burst into tears.

"Senior sister, the head of the sect, won't even forget the characteristics of her own exercises? Or are you laughing at me?"

"My kung fu..." Yu Jin was a little dazed, the injury was indeed caused by her kung fu, but when did she touch Rong Mo?

Yujin searched for her memories, could it be...it took Rong Mo's speed to go from the back mountain to the main hall, but she didn't come back that day. Did she hurt Mo'er when she was anxious?

"After all, I hurt the master's beloved disciple first, so it's not a big deal to apologize for it." Rong Mo observed the changes in Yujin's expression, and probably knew what he was thinking. Did he not notice me at all that day?

"I'll heal your wounds." Yujin defended speechlessly, looking at Rong Mo's pale face, her heart throbbed in pain. Mo'er's illness was caused by her, and this cognition kept lingering in her mind.

"Then I'll have to thank you, Senior Sister." Rong Mo sat obediently in the Lingquan, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in other sects with such a sickly posture.

But the more polite and courteous Rong Mo is, the more Yujin's heart will be overwhelmed. If it was before, Mo'er would definitely pounce on her and act like a baby.

Healing should not be sloppy, Yujin forced herself to put away all her emotions, and Rong Mo also took off her clothes at this time, but there was a big bruise on her smooth and fair back.

Yujin couldn't help touching her hand and stepped forward, just touched it lightly, and she heard Rong Mo's inhalation: "This is it?"

"Ah~ What's this? When I was pushed away by the senior sister in charge, I hit a tree." Rong Mo replied indifferently.

That forest is notoriously hard as iron, Yujin paused with her fingers, and then hung down feebly: "After I heal your wounds, I will evacuate your blood."

"The senior sister in charge has a lot of work, how dare Rong Mo bother, I will ask Chu Xia to help when I go back." Rong Mo's attitude is still alienated.

"She doesn't understand medical principles." Yujin frowned.

"Then I'll go to Senior Sister Song Yu, or at least Senior Sister Lin, right?"

I'm not obliged to you~ The corner of Rong Mo's mouth curled up slightly.

Yujin seemed to understand Rong Mo's implication, but she didn't say a word after her mouth grew long.

Putting his palms on Rong Mo's back, exhaling enough breath, he slowly drew out Rong Mo's true energy. Even though he was careful, Rong Mo still felt great pain, and dense beads of sweat rolled down his forehead from time to time. The body also kept shaking.

Rong Mo's lips turned white, but he finally couldn't hold back, and choked out a mouthful of blood, which splashed into the Lingquan, dispersed like a mist, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

"I'm really sorry for dirtying the spiritual spring of the senior sister in charge." Rong Mo said pretending to be relaxed. He just didn't want to show weakness to the senior sister. After all, he has tried it, and he is not soft-hearted, right?

"Don't talk." Yujin seemed to have a crack in her heart, bleeding continuously.

After Liao was wounded, Rong Mo lost consciousness and lay in Yujin's arms, limp and without any offensive power, and he couldn't say any stabbing words.

Yujin wrapped Rong Mo in thick clothes, hugged her and left Lingquan.

There are still a few days before leaving for Pingyangmen, Yujin plans to recuperate Rong Mo's body first, she still has a lot of kung fu skills, Rong Mo's current condition is no less than a serious illness.

When Rong Mo woke up, he saw the familiar veil, and he knew where he was without even thinking about it. He raised his arm, but found that his sleeve was pressed by something.

Looking up, it was Yujin. Yujin was still holding a handkerchief that was still dripping. Rong Mo gently took the thin quilt next to her, trying to cover Yujin, but still alarmed Yujin.

"Mo'er woke up? It's okay, I don't have a fever." Yujin tried the temperature of Rong Mo's forehead. After she healed Rong Mo, she didn't expect Rong Mo to have a high fever in the middle of the night. It has been two days .

"Senior Sister Sect Leader has been taking care of me. It's been hard work. I won't disturb Sister Sect Leader to rest. Let's leave." Rong Mo lifted the quilt and was about to get up, but he was forced on the bed and couldn't move.

"Mo'er forgive me, will you?"

Rong Mo was held tightly in Yujin's arms, and Yujin's words of begging for forgiveness came from his ears.

Yujin knew it all. When Rong Mo's fever persisted and Yuan Chuxia broke into the palace to make trouble, and with Jiang Hao's evidence, everything was clear and straightened out in front of her.

Regret almost overwhelmed her, just like Yuan Chuxia's roar, she really regretted it.

Yujin waited quietly for Rong Mo's answer, every minute was a torment.

"I don't want it." Rong Mo's light three words made Yujin feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and the strength in her hand couldn't help but increase, making Rong Mo once suspect that she would be strangled to death.

But Yujin let go of Rongmo: "Is that so?"

"Well, I'm tired, so I changed my senior sister." Rong Mo said with a little joy.

"What does Mo'er mean?"

Rong Mo smiled and remained silent.

The sky is full of wind and sand, and there is only one tied shed within a few hundred miles, with the aroma of pasta floating in the air, a few low tables with a few guests, the owner of the shed looks like an old man in his sixties, and every wrinkle on his face seems to be telling The wind and frost experienced.

"Old man, here are two steamed buns, and two bowls of porridge." Qing Ling's voice was eye-catching, and she couldn't tell her face clearly with a big bamboo hat, but she couldn't imagine that she must be a young lady.

"Little girl alone?" The old man couldn't help but ask more when he saw that the visitor was quite thin and he was a girl.

"No, my sister and I went to Pingyang Gate to join my uncle." The little girl looked at the person who was already sitting at the table, who was also wearing a bamboo hat.

"This is a land of tigers and wolves. You two daughters' home, it's better to leave." The old man handed the bun to the little girl.

The little girl took it: "Thank you, old man, for your reminder. Elder Sister and I are useless, but we still have some strength to protect ourselves."

"With such ability, maybe we can really make a name for ourselves in this place." The old man looked at the pot, "This porridge will have to wait for a while."

"No hurry, we still have to ask the passers-by for news about uncle."

"Who is your uncle?"

"Bai Xuan of Pingyang Gate, has the old man heard of it?"