What did I do before I lost my memory?

Are all immortals so unique in their way of comforting others?Gray Rabbit Demon didn't dare to ask this question, he timidly stood aside and handed Zhu Jian a change of veil.

About half an hour later, Qiu Rong finally received his power slowly, and the last trace of purple demonic energy dissipated in the air. He got up, went to the cabinet and found another quilt, covered the sleeping Yaoni, and gave him a thoughtful way. He tucked in the quilt, with a level of detail that was completely opposite to his rough and rough appearance, which made people feel an indescribable sense of disobedience.

Zhu Jian couldn't help staring at Qiu Rong for a long time, feeling from the bottom of his heart that it was really embarrassing for a rabbit demon to grow so strong.

"I'll prescribe some prescriptions for him later. If I need them tomorrow morning, I'll trouble you to take them to the pharmacy in the human town to get them. Some of the herbs are a bit hard to find, and I might have to go up the mountain myself..."

"Wait a minute," Zhu Jian pulled Qiu Rong out of the room, and beckoned A Qiu to follow obediently. He carefully closed the door for the sleeping man in the room.After Gray Rabbit left the hut, Zhu Jian hurriedly whispered to Qiu Rong: "You said that you had seen us before, and that your master had treated us, can you tell me about it in detail? What about talking about it?"

Qiu Rong was writing a prescription with a brush, and a short fluffy tail was shaking behind his strong buttocks. He raised his head when he heard the words, "Are you really all amnesiac?"

"That's still fake? Who would make fun of amnesia?"

"..." Qiu Rong looked at Zhu Jian with some distrust, but he still recalled honestly: "It was about seven or eight years ago... I don't remember what kind of illness you had. The prescription that master gave me was decocted and delivered to your room... Well, you are staying in the medical hall, because you need to collect the bowl, I was invited in by Immortal Yao, and I waited for a while... There is a big difference between your personality then and now..."

"Ok?"

"Immortal Yaonian also has long black hair. When he entered the door, there was a blue crown tied on top of his head, and a very impressive jet-black long sword was worn around his waist. I remember which sect the immortal is a cultivator, why did he grow dragon horns now? "

"It's a long story. What was my personality like at the time? How was my relationship with Yao Niang?"

"...You were...well, how should I put it, your personality is hard to describe..."

Zhujian: "..."

"The relationship with Immortal Yaoyao... should be, isn't it very good?"

Zhu Jian finally grasped the key words, folded his arms around his chest, squinted his eyes and chewed carefully: "No. Yes. Very good." Qiu Rong immediately felt a chill all over his body, and he hurriedly changed his words: "No, I can't say Not good, actually it’s okay…”

"Is it good or not?!"

With a sound of swish, Qiu Rong's two ears on the top of his head were blown straight like reeds blown by a hurricane. His red eyes were filled with tears instantly. He was obviously a muscular man with half the height of Gao Zhujian, but he raised his hand when he was yelled at. Wiping his tears, he tremblingly said: "I, how do I know, I'm just a little apprentice who cooks medicine, you have to ask my master."

"..." Zhujian was frightened by Doctor Qiu, who was crying whenever he said so. He patted Qiu Rong's shoulder with some conscience to comfort him, "Well, don't cry, where is your master now?"

"Master... passed away two years ago..."

"Then you let me go to the underworld to ask him?!!!"

With a thud, Qiu Rong's tears dripped down the paper, and then big and big teardrops hit the table one after another. Zhu Jian was completely overwhelmed, and he hurriedly helped Dr. Qiu to sit down, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Don't cry, don't cry, it's all my fault... If you cry again, I'll really beat you!"

As soon as he heard that he was going to be beaten, Qiu Rong quickly opened his red eyes and explained, "I, I didn't want to cry, but I just couldn't help it." He hiccupped, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his face sobbing.

"Oh, that's good...that, uh—" Zhujian suddenly thought of something, and he stood up very excitedly, "Qiu Rong, do you mind if I read your memory directly?"

"what?"

"I will only see the short section related to me. You remember carefully here first, and I will go get something." Zhu Jian did as he said, slipped into the room where Yao Lian was sleeping like a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye She slipped out, but there was an extra water pattern ring on her finger——the Huiying Ring that was originally worn on Yao Lian's right hand.

"This is the one that allows me to see the memories related to me in your mind." Zhu Jian shook his right hand, and Qiu Rong naturally knew the magical powers of the fairy family magic weapon, he hesitated: "I can't see the things that have nothing to do with you." Are you there?"

"Of course, even if it is related to me, you may not be able to see the whole thing. You need to recall it carefully."

"...That's fine." Qiu Rong was soft-tempered and kind-hearted, and he was extremely talkative, and Zhu Jian agreed before he could persuade him much.

Zhu Jian happily moved the wooden chair and sat face to face with Qiu Rong. He took advantage of his unpreparedness and stole the shadow ring back and forth without permission, but he didn't have the slightest psychological burden.Because it was the first time to use it, he didn't know how to do it, he just imitated what Yao Li did before, driving mana and then recited silently in his heart.

After a while Hui Ying Jie really obeyed his orders, the flowing water droplets played and swirled between his five fingers, Zhu Jian held his breath, and pressed his fingers on Qiu Rong's forehead.

The moment their skin touched, both of them were in a daze, and when they opened their eyes again, Zhujian was already walking steadily in the corridor holding a mahogany disc with both hands. The small bowl exudes a strong smell.

This is Doctor Qiu's memory?Zhujian subconsciously wants to look around to know the environment he is in, but because he is only 'watching' Qiu Rong's memories, he can only accept what Qiu Rong saw at that time.

The smell of the medicine is so bad, it must be so bitter...Zhujian wanted to dodge the smell of Coptis chinensis impatiently, but because Qiu Rong had been with traditional Chinese medicine all year round, he was used to smelling it, so he could bear the disgusting smell of Chinese medicine. Neither hiding nor concealing, Zhujian could only be forced to smell the bitterness all the way in Qiu Rong's body.

Fortunately, the medical center that Qiu Rong was talking about was not very big. He stopped in front of a wooden door after only one turn after passing the corridor. Hello, my lord, I am entrusted by Master to deliver medicine to you."

Qiu Rongan quietly waited at the door with his head lowered, his ears lowered in order, and when he heard the sound of gentle footsteps inside the door, he immediately shrank and bent his waist even further, and the wooden door opened inward. Rong also froze but did not dare to raise his head to look at the insider.

Zhu Jian was in a hurry, he wanted to slap Qiu Rong to make him look up quickly to see who was coming, but this timid rabbit only looked at a pair of black boots painted with gold from the beginning to the end, Zhu Jian heard Qiu Rong's voice trembled because the door opened, "Master, sir, medicine, medicine..."

"Thank you, please come in and collect the medicine pot."

The voice of the owner of the black boots is too familiar, and the irritability in Zhu Jian's heart is smoothed away in an instant when he is familiar with this elegant and soothing voice.

——Who else could it be?

"Okay, okay...okay." Qiu Rong was so unpromising that he started to stutter. Seven or eight years ago, he looked even more timid than he is now, and he could shake his medicine bowl badly when facing such a gentle person like Yao Lian Some are uncertain.

"Need, need to hurry up..." Qiu Rong had something to tell, the more he said, the lower his head lowered, it sounded like he was about to cry, "Take it while it's hot..."

"Understood, don't be afraid."

A pair of well-articulated hands appeared in the field of vision. Under Zhu Jian's gaze, all movements seemed to be surprisingly slow. He could clearly see how Yao Lian stuck his fingertips to the wall of the bowl, and how his rounded nails were clipped on The edge, and then lightly force, the smooth line of the back of the hand slightly changed a curve, and the other party took the medicine bowl on the wooden plate.

"I heard that you have only studied art with your master for half a year, and the medicine is so good?" Yao Niang smiled and praised, and Qiu Rong, a worthless little rabbit demon, blushed instantly, and said thank you Xianjun Zan held it in his mouth, his lips were trembling and numb, but he couldn't speak.

At this moment, an adult man suddenly yelled from the bedroom separated by a curtain, lazily, with a bit of displeasure, "My benefactor, who are you talking to outside? I'm sick!" I'm about to die, why don't you hurry up and accompany me!"

Qiu Rong raised his head subconsciously when he heard the voice, and he quickly looked at the curtain. The shadow of a person sitting up was reflected on the dark curtain, and then he glanced at the man in front of him again, as if surprised by his handsome face, His whole body shook, he lowered his head faster than he raised his head, and timidly grabbed the tray.

With this glance, Zhujian finally grasped Yao Niang's face seven years ago, which is exactly the same as his present appearance, without any change.Black waist-length long hair, the crown was removed because he was resting in the house, most of it was tied up with a simple jasper hairpin, and the rest was casually hung in front of his shoulders. He was meticulously dressed in blue five-fold clothes, with Junhu embroidered on the neckline. His brows were slightly wrinkled, revealing his impatience and helplessness.

"Young Master Zhu, just call me by my name Yaonian...I see that you are full of energy, and you don't look like you are about to die of illness." Yaoniang's voice was hidden in the curtain, adding a layer of dullness and distance for no reason, "This is the medicine the doctor cooked for you, drink it while it's hot."

"Don't you still call me son? Then you have to call me Zhujian first... 噫——It smells bitter, so I won't drink it."

"It's fine if you don't drink."

"Hey! Anyway, it's the medicine that the little doctor of the rabbit has worked hard for three hours, so how can you say forget it."

"Then what are you going to do? Huh?" Yao Ming asked back, the protracted ending made Zhu Jian's heart shudder, he listened to the next conversation with bated breath, and tried his best to ignore the idiot Qiu Rong on his body.

This sturdy rabbit demon was immersed in the beautiful world that had just been praised by the immortal, secretly covered his flushed cheeks, and smirked happily while no one was paying attention.

And inside the house, the man lying on the bed made an inch of it and said: "Yao Niang Da ~ benefactor, my hand hurts, can you feed me this medicine?"

"..."

"Also, if I finish drinking obediently, shouldn't I be rewarded? I want to eat fish, freshly caught, with less thorns, hey! Don't go!"

Recalling that this place slowly fell into chaos, Qiu Rong in reality suddenly came back to his senses. He covered his sore forehead and said to himself: "...it seems that Immortal Yao Yao will lift the curtain and go out next time. Looked at his face, too flustered, um... did he run away or fainted?"

Dr. Qiu raised his head while thinking, and saw that Zhu Jian's facial expression was also confused with his memory.

"...Bamboo Stream Immortal?"

"These are all your imaginations, aren't you?" Zhu Jian suddenly stood on tiptoe, grabbed Qiu Rong's collar ferociously, and his fierce gaze once again scared the rabbit demon into tears, "No no no no, it's all true Absolutely right, beep—”

"Impossible, absolutely impossible," Zhu Jian was not much less frightened than Qiu Rong. He struggled to death, "What kind of disease did I have at that time, did I lose my mind? Or was my consciousness just stripped from Yao Niang's body? Unconscious?"

"..." Qiu Rong hurriedly helped the old man recall, maybe death can force out the endless potential of a human or a demon, after a while Qiu Rong really had a clue, "I seem to remember, the master mentioned something, saying Was it struck by lightning?"

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Yao neem: do bad things, get struck by lightning

Zhujian: ...? ? ? ? ?