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"You..." His pupils shrank suddenly, shocked beyond words.

Jiang Xuezhou rubbed the tip of his sword against his neck and asked, "Is my sword fast?"

Fang Baiyu's mind was almost blank, and he said in a daze, "Quick..."

Jiang Xuezhou asked again: "Is it the sword speed of the Bloody Demon Tu, or my Jiang Xuezhou's speed?"

Fang Baiyu broke out in a cold sweat, only to realize that the other party had disappeared when he came back to his senses.

Outside, Jian Juntian frowned imperceptibly, stroked his right elbow, and Jiang Xuezhou beside him followed up, holding his hand in vain: "Senior, do you have old injuries?"

Jian Juntian's face was pale, most of it was born, and it was really difficult to see if there was any injury.

He said: "A few days ago, I fought with someone and made a cut. It's not a problem. I used more force just now. I'm afraid the wound may burst."

Jiang Xuezhou's expression was slightly cold: "Why did senior fight with that Fang Baiyu just now?"

His resentful look made Jian Juntian dumbfounded: "No matter what, he is older than me, so I have to sell him some thin noodles."

Jiang Xuezhou said: "Later, I will prescribe a prescription with senior, and the sword wound should not be ignored."

Jian Juntian was quite surprised: "You still know medicine?"

Jiang Xuezhou said with a smile: "Live alone, more skills may save my life."

Jian Juntian frowned: "Your master doesn't care about you?"

Jiang Xuezhou's expression darkened: "I lied to senior before, but in fact my master passed away half a year ago."

Jian Juntian stopped in his tracks, and said in surprise, "What did you say!"

Jiang Xuezhou asked him curiously: "What happened to senior?"

Jian Juntian sighed softly, and said, "...it's nothing."

5,

Jiang Xuezhou really prescribed the prescription himself, and took the medicine again.

Jian Juntian looked at the black, yellow and yellow decoction, and pressed his lips tightly, not knowing how to reject it.

It was already night, and Jiang Xuezhou was sitting opposite him, with the candlelight shining in his eyes, as bright as stars, which made him unable to refuse.

Fortunately, Jian Juntian's eyelashes are very long and thick. When he squints slightly, it's hard for people to see what he's thinking clearly, and he can completely cover up those little thoughts.After a long time, he finally took a sip and couldn't help but said, "How can it be so bitter? What did you put?"

Jiang Xuezhou saw the subtle expression on his face, and said, "I use Andrographis paniculata as the main medicine."

The medicine of Andrographis paniculata is not uncommon, but Jian Juntian knows nothing about medicine.

When he looked at Jiang Xuezhou, he saw only a pure young face with an elusive smile on his lips. Together with those eyes reflecting the starlight, he looked like a naive beast. When he fixed his eyes and looked again, he was clearly waiting in a trap. Hunter from above.

"Andrographis?"

Jiang Xuezhou laughed cheerfully: "Andrographis has many names...it is also called gall grass."

Jian Juntian finally understood, shook his head and smiled wryly: "This is deliberately playing tricks on me."

Jiang Xuezhou raised his eyebrows: "How dare you. Senior, if you think this medicine is too bitter to drink, just pour it out." As if to take the soup bowl.

"Slow down!" Jian Juntian's head hurt even more, and he grabbed the bowl skillfully, "I'll just drink it."

He said he wanted to drink, but he held the bowl still, wrinkled his slender eyebrows, and his face turned paler.After a while, I covered my nose with my long sleeve and wanted to drink it all in one gulp.

Jiang Xuezhou stopped him again, and said, "Why don't I sing for you?"

Jian Juntian was slightly taken aback, not wanting to understand the connection between pain in medicine and singing.

Jiang Xuezhou has crossed the Pihan Rhinoceros, singing with his sword.

His voice is clear and clear, it sounds like a flowing spring hitting a stone, very pleasant, but the lyrics are penetrating.

"Men are walking corpses, women are walking bones, parents are always skeletons. For future generations, they will be little skeletons..."

Jian Juntian's eyebrows loosened and then tightened, thinking that if he knew this earlier, he might as well drink that bowl of bitter medicine heartily.

Just about to speak, Jiang Xuezhou said, "Senior, don't you like it?"

He also sang: "Sigh, the human body is like a puppet. It is made up of colorful makeup, and it is full of lies..."

Jian Juntian was helpless: "Is this for me?"

Jiang Xuezhou asked him in amazement: "Apart from Senior, are there other people here?"

Jian Juntian slid his finger across the edge of the bowl: "...Listen to what you sang, since people are bound to die, living is no different from dying, why do you still want to live?"

Jiang Xuezhou lowered his head, as if also annoyed by this question: "Yeah, why do you want to live? I heard this song by accident and thought it was interesting, so I used it to make a fool of myself."

Jian Juntian finished drinking the medicine silently, and asked him: "I didn't ask clearly before, what's wrong with your master?"

Jiang Xuezhou didn't answer right away, but observed carefully for a while the change in his expression before saying, "I don't know either. In fact, he has been ill for a long time. He once said that the illness is incurable, so he just ignored it."

Jian Juntian said: "It's considered open-minded."

Jiang Xuezhou said unhappily: "He is open-minded to himself, but he is very stingy to me."

Jian Juntian asked curiously: "Why did he treat you? Didn't he give Pihanxi back?"

Jiang Xuezhou said: "Since he was ill, his temperament has changed a lot. At that time, he didn't allow me to drink alcohol. I bought the wine secretly, but I was afraid that I would drink it too quickly, so I mixed it with water. This is the wine mixed with water. , I only took a sip, and he smashed the rest."

Jian Juntian smiled for a while: "You have been weak since childhood, how can you drink? He is clearly doing it for your own good."

Jiang Xuezhou said again: "When Master is in good spirits, he also tells me stories. It's a pity that he left too quickly, and the story still has a tail."

Jian Juntian thought for a while, and said, "What story? I may have heard of it."

He said this just on the spur of the moment, not wanting the other party to say: "Senior should have heard it."

Jian Juntian was about to ask for details, but Jiang Xuezhou said: "But the story is meaningless if it is told, I want to see it with my own eyes."

When he said this, his tone was very subtle, his eyes glanced across Jian Juntian's face, like a knife cutting through the skin and piercing straight into the heart.

Jian Juntian's heart was slightly cold, and he had a bad feeling.

Jiang Xuezhou lowered his head slightly, put away Pihanxi, and said: "I often think of the jar of wine that was smashed, and wonder what it was like. Even after tasting many fine wines, I still can't imagine it."

He retracted the sword very slowly, and looked at the sword very gently. After raising his head, his watery eyes fell on Jian Juntian.

The person being looked at was quite uncomfortable, and reluctantly said: "So, you...will like to drink later?"

Jiang Xuezhou smiled and shook his head: "One penny must be used as ten thousand yuan, three-point love must be eight-point true, and nine-point wakefulness must be very drunk. I don't like to drink, but when I want to get drunk, I can naturally get drunk gone."

This sentence was really like thunder, Jian Juntian clenched his sleeves tightly and looked directly at the other party.

Jiang Xuezhou didn't avoid his gaze, and asked, "Senior, do you know what Andrographis is called?"

Jian Juntian naturally didn't know.

Jiang Xuezhou leaned towards him slowly, Jian Juntian clenched his hands even tighter, trembling slightly.

At this moment, he could already feel the hot and humid breath of the other party in his ear, and Jiang Xuezhou's lips had almost touched his earlobe, which made him tremble all over, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and shrink back.

Jiang Xuezhou trapped him in his arms, groped for the opponent's crotch with his hands, broke apart one by one and slipped himself in, intertwining his fingers.

"Andrographis also has a name... It's called Yijianxi."

The fastest way to become famous in the arena 【End】

6,

Jian Juntian could only smile wryly.

Even if he doesn't understand medicine, he can always understand this straightforward name.

The other party's fingers were so tight that he couldn't breathe. He felt that his throat was also being strangled, so he couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, after Jiang Xuezhou said that, he let go of his hand not long after, returned to his original place, and looked at him with a smile.

On the contrary, Jian Juntian didn't dare to look at him.

Jiang Xuezhou was very calm, sitting sideways with his hands on the back of his hands, and said, "I heard that seniors spend most of their time in Mount Shan... Where is Mount Shan? Is it fun?"

Jian Juntian didn't have time to ask him whether the word "fun" was used properly, and finally picked up a familiar topic, calmed down, and said: "There is snow in Shanshan every year..."

After a sentence, I got stuck, and I couldn't think of anything else to say after searching my stomach.

Jiang Xuezhou is very understanding: "I think seniors have worked so hard to learn swords, so they don't know anything about making trouble."

This is indeed the truth, there are ten disciples in the previous head of Shanshan Mountain, and he is the last one, if it is not for the word of hard work, how could he have achieved what he is today?But from the other party's mouth, it sounds like prevarication.

Jian Juntian was still distressed secretly, so he listened to the other party saying: "It's great to have snow. I live with my master by the Qingzhang River, because we go to the south and rarely see snow. Master sometimes fishes on the river and complains to me. There is no falling snow, and the elegance is reduced."

He spoke indiscriminately, but Jian Juntian could hear but understood.

Jiang Xuezhou asked him again: "I listened to Fang Baiyu earlier...what's wrong with senior's brother?"

Jian Juntian immediately calmed down his emotions, and said in a solemn voice: "My senior brother, a genius who is a genius, went astray with a single thought and offended many fellow martial artists. It was not a big deal back then. You should learn from it .”

I don't know if Jiang Xuezhou listened with his absent-minded appearance.

After he finished speaking, he went back to his room, leaving Jiang Xuezhou to rest alone.

It was late at night, and there was no one in the inn. The flickering candlelight shone on him, and when it hit the wall, he formed a strange appearance.

Just as the watchman passed by outside, Jiang Xuezhou sat at the table for half an hour. If he felt something at this moment, he opened the window and looked.

He was on the second floor, and there was a man standing downstairs, most of his face was blurred.

Jiang Xuezhou looked at it for a long time before saying, "Mu Chaoping?"

The man raised his face slightly, he could see a little more clearly, he was indeed the deputy leader of Tianxia Zhige.

Jiang Xuezhou smiled and said, "Are you looking for me?"

Mu Chaoping didn't say a word, with the wooden sign spread out in the palm of his hand: "When the two seniors Song and Ma died, I don't know where you were?"

Jiang Xuezhou closed his eyes and thought hard, before saying after a long time: "It happened a long time ago, I can't remember it."

He had a sincere expression and a sincere apology, but Mu Chaoping didn't agree with him, and put away the wooden sign carefully: "Since the man left a name, there is no reason for him not to show his face."

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