Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

"..."

"Sleep, don't be afraid."

A gentle and steady voice lingered in my ears, not as soft-soft as the master, but just as gentle, even a little more eager.

He didn't let go of his hand, and the looming figure beside the bed was like a pine tree, tall and quiet, he wanted to open his eyes to see, but the heavy consciousness and hot eyelids made it difficult for him to continue.

He was also afraid that that person would leave, so he could only use his only strength to hold him tightly with his backhand...

Xue Xuanwei sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the corner of the quilt upwards, and pressed it lightly on his shoulder, did not speak any more, just stared at him for a while.

After he had fallen asleep and stopped making noise, a warm barrier was placed in the tent, and the quilt was lifted to observe the wound on his right side.Although the wound was not too deep, it could be seen that the attack was fierce, and it was rushing towards his life.

The swordsmanship is just an ordinary stabbing, there is no trace of mastery, and it is impossible to tell who did it.

Until his wounds were healed, Xue Xuanwei didn't think about who would want to take his life in this place.

Unable to figure it out, he stopped thinking about it for the time being. Xue Xuanwei took out a twist of sleeping incense and lit it on the bedside. His movements were very light, and there was no movement between coming and going.

Looking back, the medicine fever made Xiao Yihe's cheeks reddened, this kind of redness coming from the skin texture, I used to see it on the brothers who returned from the bath.

Their courtyards are next to each other, separated by a wall.

Xue Xuanwei also has the habit of performing swordsmanship in the courtyard at night, so he often sees him rushing to the hot spring with his shoes on and off, and then comes back leisurely and happily with his shoulders covered in steam.

Passing by his yard, he would always come in and play a few words, and he would not give up until he annoyed Xue Xuanwei.

Then he went back to his own courtyard, turned over and sat on the wall, his clothes were loose, and he was wearing a red tide. While watching him dance the sword, he pulled out the Ruan Qin, stroking the strings and singing: "The sword qi condenses the three mountains, and the cold shines on the eight desolations. Wear it The clouds stir the wild waves, the startling wind cuts through the rays of the sun..."

After playing a sword song, he clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "—What a sword! What a sword!"

Xue Xuanwei always doesn't want to talk to him, but is always disturbed by the scent of saponins wrapped in Ruan Qin's voice.

In the end, it was he who swung his sword and left the senior brother who was holding Ruan Qin in the yard to drink the wind.

Xiao Yihe gave a long and shallow snort, as if he was suffering from a fever, he turned over and muttered nonsense in his sleep.

Xue Xuanwei retracted his gaze upon hearing the sound, his head started to ache again after recalling a lot, but it was inconvenient to leave the patient with a high fever alone in the room, so he had to occupy a corner corner by the bed, calm down and adjust his inner breath .

It wasn't until dawn that his fever from the medicine gradually faded away.

Chao Wendao had dealt with the mess of the Songfeng Sect and helped the fellow Taoist Songfeng Sect who was covered in smears and died miserably, and carefully inspected the damaged altar. When he returned to Daichuan City, , a day has passed.

He sent Nan Rongke and Lu Lingfeng, who had been entangled with him all the time and kept fighting, to settle down the people in Daichuan City.

On the other hand, he touched the inn where the suzerain stayed and asked about the shopkeeper.

The "immortals" that the shopkeeper has seen are just the few stewards of the Songfeng sect who often go down the mountain to work, and they are not considered to be Taoists at all.

I saw that Tianzifang didn't eat or drink all day and night, and one of them looked seriously ill.I was afraid that they would be broken in my shop, but I was afraid to ask because of the majesty of the tall swordsman.

That's why when he saw Chao Wen Dao came to look for someone, he immediately led him upstairs with gratitude.

"These two guest officers haven't come out since they entered the room. You can take care of the little one..."

"Got it, go get busy." Chao Wendao knocked on the door with his finger on his back: "...Sovereign Master?"

Xue Xuanwei opened his eyes from the samadhi, and felt his fingers were slightly numb. He looked down, and someone who was still sleeping came over at some point, and put his palm under the pillow.He pulled it out calmly and dropped the bed curtain.

"What's the matter?"

The door opened softly.

Chao Wendao wanted to probe in, but was covered by the suzerain's tall and handsome body, so he had to honestly say: "Reporting to the suzerain, the matter of the Songfeng sect has been dealt with, and Wu Yue'er was completely damaged by the suppressed altar. , did not find any clues..."

"Senior brother Feng said that it is true that the Songfeng Sect detained Wu Yue'er's soul for many years, and later deliberately led the people to worship "Little Guanyin"—he is willing to plead guilty and be punished for the sect."

The Songfeng sect wanted to use Wu Yueer's power of the earth's veins. A few years later, they secretly sent people to Daichuan to build stone niches and stone statues to fill Wu Yueer's spiritual power with the power of prayer for them to seize and practice.

But they didn't know that Wu Yue'er had actually learned to control the ghost world, which almost caused a catastrophe.

Chao Wendao said: "The stone niches in this city may have residual ghost energy, and Zheng ordered the disciples to check one by one. They also dispatched nearby medical practitioners to dispel the remaining negative energy in the bodies of the people."

He has always done everything in a very proper manner, and Xue Xuanwei responded with a "hmm".

After finishing speaking, Chao Wen Dao saw that he had nothing else to say, so he glanced into the room again, and had to retreat cautiously. As soon as he turned around, he was stopped by the suzerain.

"……and many more."

Chao Wendao was confused: "Is there anything else the suzerain can order?"

Xue Xuan thought for a while: "Go and warm a bowl of three fresh soup... the mushrooms should be chopped, less salt and no vinegar."

Although the content of these words is not unusual, it was strange when he said it, and Chao Wendao was taken aback for a moment: "... three delicacies soup?"

Xue Xuan waved his hand slightly, which meant to signal him to go, and asked again if Zhao Wendao was not ready, but he was called to stop him just as he was about to leave again.

Not long after, he walked out of the room, closed the door, and said in a deep voice, "When he wakes up, bring it to him." He added, "It goes without saying that I ordered it."

"……Yes."

The suzerain ordered a three fresh soup, and his tone was still the same strict and solemn, as if he was instructing some serious business of expelling evil spirits and establishing the Tao, he instinctively respected and obeyed the order when he heard the Tao, and felt the strange taste in it.

Sect Master Xue has disappeared in the corridor.

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Xiao Yihe woke up from a very long dream, and heard the rustling of the sleeve shirt in his hand.

Immediately subconsciously grabbed the piece of cloth in his hand.

Chao Wendao was about to get up to make tea, but he was caught off guard and almost staggered to the ground, he caught the teacup that flew out with his hands flying, looked back and said: "Junior Brother Song, are you awake? how do you feel?"

"...Brother Chao." Xiao Yihe was stunned for a moment, and let go of his hand.

His eyes were able to see before, because Xue Xuanwei gave him a pulse. At this time, the spiritual power that was attached to the eyelids was exhausted, and he returned to a semi-blind state.

He lowered his head and touched his body, the wounds were all bandaged, and the fingers of his left hand were also carefully wrapped in gauze. He looked around slowly, and there was no one else except Chao Wendao, and he didn't know What do you want to see.

"You've been there?"

Zhao Wendao brought tea, touched his forehead again, confirmed that the temperature had subsided, and said: "Just now I was settling down the people, and I came in and sat for a while, and you woke up. Drink some water, you have been feverish, sleep After waking up, I might have a bitter mouth, I added a few drops of Zishuang Tianlin to the tea, it should be very sweet."

Xiao Yihe sat blankly, a little absent-minded, looking stupid.

Chao Wen asked, "Junior Brother Song?"

Xiao Yihe came back to his senses: "Huh? Oh." He took the teacup.

Xiao Yihe looked away from him, swallowed a few mouthfuls of sweet warm tea: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Almost two days, it's just past afternoon."

At this moment, there was a loud belly sound.

Xiao Yihe pulled up a quilt, pressed it on his stomach, and said embarrassedly: "...I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat..."

food……

Before he finished speaking, Chao Wendao brought a small earthen pot of soup from somewhere, and filled half of the bowl for him.He sniffed the tip of his nose, it was very fresh and had a familiar taste, he took a sip of the well-warmed porcelain bowl.

His eyes lit up: "... Sanxian Soup?"

Thinking of Sect Master Xue's order, Zhao Wendao lowered his gaze, and picked the nail of his index finger with his thumb, which is how he lied: "Well, I knew you would be hungry, I prepared it early in the morning..."

Fortunately, Xiao Yihe's eyesight is insufficient, so he can't see his guilty conscience.

Unless it's really hard to swallow, or even if an arm or a leg is broken, Xiao Yihe has always been generous and fat.Although he had bigu early in his previous life, he never gave up his appetite, and never made things difficult for himself in terms of eating and drinking.

He drank it with both hands, and ordered another bowl, and drank it with enthusiasm.

"How do you know I'm good at this? Don't tell me, Brother Chao, your craftsmanship is really good!"

"..." Chao Wendao blushed when he heard that.

I thought this is my craft, this is the earnest instruction of Sect Master Xue.And the first can was shaken with too much salt, and the second can was stewed for too long and lost its taste. I don't know which can it is.

The first few cans of stewed bad food all went into the stomachs of Nan Rongke and Lu Lingfeng, and they drank three meals a day, and their hiccups smelled like Sanxian soup, and their faces looked like mushrooms.

He didn't dare to take credit, and he didn't dare to disobey the order of the suzerain, so he blushed and didn't speak.

Xiao Yihe was heartless, so he didn't realize it.

Chao Wendao took his empty bowl, scratching the glaze with his fingernails, his eyes flickered, then fell, hesitant to speak.

Seeing Sect Master Xue act like this, it is beyond common sense.When he settled down in the city again, he heard some... rumors.He has always been slow in these things, but now he realizes the weirdness.

I wondered whether to ask or not, and felt that this was someone else's private matter, which was not good.

While the balance of curiosity and morality in my heart swayed repeatedly, the door of the inn room was pushed open, revealing Lu Lingfeng's smiling face and Nan Rongke's pretendingly calm figure.

Xiao Yihe turned his head to look around, guessed who it was, and said enthusiastically: "Hey! Little Taoist companion! Little infatuated seed!"

As soon as Nan Rongke entered the room, he smelled the smell of three fresh soup, his face turned bad for a moment, and he covered his mouth and said, "Ugh—don't talk!...Little idiot...who is it again, and who are you giving it to?" Take randomly..."

He turned his head, who else could he be, pestering Chao Wendao's follower every day!

"..." Nan Rongke gave him a hard look.

The two squeezed in one after the other, both opening their mouths.

Lu Lingfeng took the first step and warmly invited: "Master Xiaochao, the outside is almost cleaned up, we are going to go shopping in the street, do you want to go?" After he finished speaking, he remembered that there was someone else on the bed, so he hurriedly made up for it. , "Song Daoyou, are you going too?"

Xiao Yihe: "..." Dare to love me as a piggybacker, hearing this tone, I'm not welcome to go.

"I..." Zhao Wendao glanced at Junior Brother Song who was still pale, and was about to refuse.

Xiao Yihe got up straight from the bed and sat up abruptly, grinning from the pain in his ribs, but he was still elated in an instant.

"Go! Why don't you go—go!"

Nan Rongke said displeased: "What are you going to do? Aren't you showing off—hiss!... are you amazing?"

In a hurry, he bit the tip of his tongue.