White of Rebirth

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Murong Linfeng, who returned to the small bamboo house, immediately gave the white fox to Zhuzi who was walking towards him, looked at Zhuzi with a look of surprise and love, then stared at the injured leg of the white fox with doubts, and ordered the injured white fox to be carried to the Get settled elsewhere.

Thinking that the injury might have been caused by the attack of a wild beast, Zhu Zi carried the white fox away with no doubt on his face.

Murong Linfeng gently placed Xiaobai on the bamboo chair, squatted down and lifted up Xiaobai's gauzy feet that were tied up, and gently stroked them with his slender, white fingertips.

"Does it hurt?" Murong Linfeng raised Fengshen's handsome facial features from bottom to top.

Xiaobai blinked his eyes, raised the foot on the master's hand slightly, swayed it from side to side, shook his head, and didn't feel any pain. Didn't he come over so slowly when he was whipped by the teacher before? I'm used to the pain.

Seeing Murong Bai who was about to put his feet on the ground, Murong Linfeng lightly pressed Xiao Bai again.Xiaobai looked at his master suspiciously.

Murong Linfeng lowered his head in thought and didn't speak, but slowly untied the white gauze and applied the medicine again.

At this moment, Murong Linfeng's heart was filled with depression. He didn't know what kind of life Xiaobai lived before. He could let a child's feet rot like this, and still want to continue walking on the ground as if nothing had happened, watching Xiaobai's calm expression made Murong Linfeng feel even more uncomfortable.

... I am the dividing line that is distressed and distressed

Murong Linfeng and Murong Bai sat on a comfortable bench together, lightly pointing their index fingers on the lines of black and white letters, explaining these poisons to Murong Bai.

"Oleander, an evergreen shrub with pink or white flowers, is widely distributed, and its leaves, flowers and bark are poisonous. There is also this kind of digitalis, also known as purple foxglove, a herbaceous plant that can be found everywhere Cultivation. The whole column is covered with short hairs, the leaves are oval, and they bloom in early summer, facing one side, and the leaves are poisonous..." Murong Linfeng explained in detail, pointing to their patterns and the records left by their ancestors.

"Has Xiaobai seen these poisonous plants before? Many nobles don't know their toxicity, and they think they are potted as ornamental plants. If you don't notice them for a while, your life may be in danger..." Murong Linfeng stared blankly Xiaobai, who listened to his own explanation, seemed to be unable to understand.

"what is this"

""The King of Medicine", the pharmacology recorded by my ancestors for many generations, in addition to poisons, precious medicinal materials, and some pharmacological configurations, there are also many difficult and difficult diseases recorded. This is what many martial arts families want without hesitation. Treasure, Xiaobai, haven’t you heard of it before?”

"Xiaobai...can't understand...these dark things." Murong Bai shook his head, pointing at the lines of traditional Chinese characters in puzzlement.In his previous life, because Murong Bai was blind to his eyes, the teacher didn't teach him how to read, but only taught him the practical operation that he thought would be useful to the Ouyang family - killing people.

So Murong Bai is a freshly baked and thoroughly illiterate little comrade.

Murong Linfeng was stunned for a full moment, and then thought about everything from meeting Xiaobai, Xiaobai seemed to be baffled by many things, but when he saw Xiaobai facing danger at the beginning, he was so confused. With a sensitive nerve like a professional killer, he thinks that the person who trains Xiaobai will also teach in writing, even if he can't play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he should be able to speak well, but he should know some basic writing, but he doesn't want to...

"Xiaobai... isn't it very useless?" Murong Bai asked with a trace of uneasiness as he watched the pupils of the master's eyes rolling slightly under the long eyelashes.

"No, it's just a bit of a surprise. It doesn't matter if Xiaobai doesn't know it. In fact, literacy is very easy, and Xiaobai can learn it very quickly." Murong Linfeng said with a smile after being dazed for a moment.

After Murong Linfeng finished speaking, he picked up "The King of Medicine" and stood up from the bench, and walked to the rows of bookshelves next to it, which were filled with all kinds of books, such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, flowers and plants, some Thousands of books on martial arts secrets that have been lost for a long time in the Jianghu, records of some precious herbs, books on difficult cases, etc. are arranged one by one.

Seeing the vacant pharmacology side, he put "Yao Wang Ji" in it and arranged it, then walked to the carved ancient wood texture desk, picked up a brush, ink and a few rough papers, went back to Murong Bai and sat down .

Holding a writing brush stained with pitch-black ink, he concentrates on swaying vigorously on the paper, stops to put the paper and ink away, and sees three powerful "Murong Bai", powerful yet free and easy. The style of writing makes people feel comfortable after reading it, and it is so wonderful—good words.

"Xiaobai, look, this is the word 'Mu', this is the word 'Rong', and this is the word 'Bai', 'Murongbai' is Xiaobai's name." Murong Linfeng pointed to the black letters on the paper explained one by one.

"Murong-Bai" looked at the words that the master pointed out to him one by one, and Murong Bai read them out one by one, feeling a steady and unbearable joy.

Murong Linfeng picked up the pen on the side again and asked Murong Bai to hold it. The hand holding the brush was stiff for the first time. Murong Linfeng signaled Xiao Bai to relax, and one of his hands covered Xiao Bai holding the brush on the other On a piece of paper, one stroke after another was slowly waved, and after a while, the three smooth and fluent characters of 'Murong Bai' came out.

Repeatedly holding hands like this taught Murong Bai five times, Murong Bai shook his hands and wrote on the paper, but the written words were crooked, like trembling little bugs.Murong Bai pursed his lips, as if he couldn't understand how ugly his handwriting was.

Murong Linfeng laughed uncontrollably when he saw Xiaobai's words, he was so cute looking at such a chaotic Xiaobai.

"Hahahahaha~~ Little idiot, the words you write look like little wriggling bugs, it's too funny, hahaha~~~ I can't do it, my stomach hurts from laughing." After playing with the white fox enough, I came out to find the owner. Zhuzi, as soon as he entered the door, he saw three silly big characters spread out on the table. This little idiot surprised him too much. After a while, he made a fool of himself again. The laughing Zhuzi rolled on the ground with his stomach in his arms.

Murong Bai just stared straight at the big one and the small one smiling disregarding their appearance, after watching for a while, Zhuzi was still laughing hysterically while hugging his stomach, then ignored all the harassing noises around him, and I continued to scribble on the paper with a brush dipped in ink, as if determined to write my name well.Bamboo cannot be underestimated.