Peach Blossom Dream

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"..." Dongfeng Sanren was at a loss for words.

He Ming couldn't listen anymore: "You don't believe Senior Dongfeng! If you put it this way, you, the owner of the villa, have nothing to do with you!"

Huo Yu hurriedly suppressed the crying, half-believing.

In order to confirm, Dongfeng Sanren took Zuo Qingyue's pulse for a long time, but he really didn't see anything.

"Zuo Qingyue, right? You kid, what are you trying to plot?" Dongfeng Sanren was talking to himself on the carriage, while trying to push away Zuo Qingyue's hand that was holding Shu Jifeng, but he tried to move his left hand. Qingyue frowned, "Forget it, I don't care about young people's affairs!"

As soon as Dongfeng Sanren finished speaking, Uncle Jifeng turned around and slapped Zuo Qingyue on the nose.Zuo Qingyue hummed a few words, and finally let go of the hand she was holding.

Seeing that Zuo Qingyue was about to come up to grab her apprentice's other hand, Dongfeng Sanren had quick eyesight and quick hands, and flicked him away with one finger.

After finishing all this, Dongfeng Sanren got down from the carriage calmly, ordered Huo Yuheming to carry the two of them into the room together, and said: "Let my apprentice and this Zuo Zhuangzhu sleep on one side, separate each other. , you two are standing by the side."

He Ming and the two arranged things one by one according to their instructions, and fell asleep beside the bed.

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17. Healed

It rained heavily overnight, but the next day cleared up again.When the sun shone into the room, Zuo Qingyue woke up and felt miraculously refreshed and light as a swallow. Although her face was still as pale as ever, she looked like a person who could survive.

On the other hand, Uncle Jifeng, who slept all night, still had a headache after being drunk, frowned, and pulled the corner of the quilt dissatisfiedly to cover the glare of the sun.

Zuo Qingyue noticed that the quilt on her body suddenly disappeared, and she immediately regained her senses: "Who touched me? Why do I sleep in such a shabby place?"

Shu Jifeng was woken up by howling like this, sat up and stared at Zuo Qingyue gloomyly, without saying a word.

Zuo Qingyue turned her head, only to find Shu Jifeng who was squeezed into the bed, she was stunned, then turned around and patted Huo Yu's head with one hand: "Huo Xiaoyu, get up quickly!"

Huo Yu jumped up with a bang, his eyes were red and swollen, he looked around and shouted: "Villa Master! Villa Master! Are you still there?"

"Looking down, I'm still panting..." Zuo Qingyue replied angrily.

Huo Yu burst into tears again: "Master...I thought you were going to die yesterday...you vomited blood like a fountain..."

What kind of metaphor is this?Zuo Qingyue almost slapped her down again, so she had to deal with it indiscriminately: "I said I ate too much watermelon, not vomiting blood, so don't scare me."

"Yes, yes, yes," Huo Yu finally felt relieved, sobbing, "That's all watermelon water..."

Shu Jifeng couldn't hear the conversation between the two masters and servants, and he was still thinking about what happened yesterday.I obviously left from my master early in the morning, why did I come back again?

Thinking about it, Uncle Jifeng heard his stomach gurgling suddenly, but there was no taste in his mouth, so he simply fell down again, closed his eyes and prepared to go back to sleep.However, the stomach was not cooperating, and the gurgling kept going. Uncle Feng couldn't bear it, so he could only get up with a bit of confusion when he just woke up, and went out to find something to eat.

When crossing Zuo Qingyue, Shu Jifeng accidentally stepped on him.

Zuo Qingyue hissed: "Boss Uncle, the sun is so beautiful, why are you so irritable?"

Uncle Jifeng ignored him, and tried to recall what happened after he went back yesterday while walking outside.

At this time, He Ming, who had already gotten up and practiced a set of boxing, walked in: "I heard that a pig was killed early this morning in the next door village, should I go buy some pig blood for that Bubu who vomited blood? Boss, what are you doing?" woke up so early?"

"Which one is vomiting blood? Who are you talking about?" Zuo Qingyue asked inside after hearing He Ming's words.

Huo Yu also seriously retorted: "Our owner vomited blood because of a bad heart. You should buy a pig heart to make up for him."

"Oh, it's true that you don't have a good heart." He Ming curled his lips.

"You...!" Huo Yu heard He Ming's sarcasm, stood up and bumped him away, "I'm going to buy pig hearts."

He Ming looked at Huo Yu's back and shouted, "You really don't want blood? Then I'll go buy it..."

The uncle outside was dizzy and didn't join their conversation. He went to the yard by himself and walked around, and then found a puff of thick smoke suddenly erupting from the hut on the right.Uncle Jifeng went to open the door and looked, vaguely saw that the face behind the billowing smoke was somewhat familiar, it seemed like the master Dongfeng Sanren who was usually immortal.

"Master...father?" Shu Jifeng hesitated.

"Ah cough cough cough cough..."

Sure enough, it was his master Dongfeng Sanren.

Shu Jifeng hurriedly covered his nose and walked over to ask, "Master, what are you burning?"

Dongfeng Sanren touched his face, leaving another black mark on his face, and he didn't realize it: "I want to make you a bowl of sour soup to sober you up. Didn't you get drunk yesterday? It's a pity that this firewood was wet last night." It's gone, it can't be burned."

"Then... I'll help you." Shu Jifeng was so touched, this was the first time Master cooked for him.

Although the love between master and apprentice ignited the fire in Shu Jifeng's heart, it failed to ignite the fire in the stove. Except for a few occasions when the smoke of hope was ignited, the other times ended in failure.

When she was about to despair, a third person finally entered the kitchen room——Zuo Qingyue, who was incapable of working because of her fluttering white clothes all day long.

Different from the past, Zuo Qingyue was obedient and serious in front of Dongfeng Sanren: "Senior Dongfeng, thank you for saving your life yesterday. I wonder if this junior will have the honor to repay you a little bit today?"

"I can't afford to stain your clothes." Shu Jifeng doesn't believe that Zuo Qingyue has the ability to make a fire and cook. He thinks that he is the owner of a mountain villa full of stars, and he is afraid that he has never even seen firewood. .

Although Dongfeng Sanren looked at Zuo Qingyue and she didn't look like someone who could cook, but his patience was exhausted, so he could only nod his head: "Then come over and try? If it doesn't work, let's go next door and ask for a couple of meals."

"..." Shu Jifeng wondered if he would really be reduced to the point of needing alms one day.

Zuo Qingyue nodded and walked to the stove, squatted down and skillfully polished the fire, and then lit the fire skillfully, so that Dongfeng Sanren praised: "Hey, you are a good boy! In the future, if any girl It must be her blessing to marry you!"

Zuo Qingyue continued to be modest: "Thank you, senior Dongfeng, for your praise. This junior is no good man, I just hope that someone will not dislike me in the future."

Dongfeng Sanren glanced at his apprentice, seeing that he looked calm and not uncomfortable at all, and said: "That's right, you are too weak, it is indeed unfair to the girl."

"..."

"..."

After a while, a bowl of steaming sauerkraut and fish soup will be ready.At this time, the two who bought the pig's heart and pig's blood also came back, and He Ming showed off his skills and cooked a sumptuous breakfast.

Tears welled up in Shu Jifeng's eyes when he drank the soup, startled Dongfeng Sanren beside him: "What's wrong?"

"Master," Uncle Jifeng used to keep all his thoughts in his heart and chewed alone. This time when he met Qian Juan and saw his face, he really wanted to tell others about his confusion, so he took a bowl and walked over Sitting down next to Dongfeng Sanren, "Master, I saw a person yesterday..."

"?" Dongfeng Sanren was full of doubts, "Your eyes are fine, of course you can see people."

"..." Because the rest of the people were sitting a little far away with their bowls in their hands, Shu Jifeng thought about it and told the truth: "Master, you haven't asked me about my past since I went up the mountain. Actually...I used to be... Live by picking other people's heads..."

Dongfeng Sanren said calmly: "It can be seen."

"How do you know?" Uncle Feng was surprised. To pick someone's head, you don't need to carry a basket with you like a farmer?

"Oh, from the murderous look on your body and your eyes," Dongfeng Sanren took a sip of soup unhurriedly, "The way you look at people at the beginning is no different from looking at stones."

Shu Jifeng was beating his heart: "Then you still...accept me?"

"Anyway, you can't beat me," Dongfeng Sanren added, "and when you first went up the mountain, you like to look at the other person's neck first."

"..." Shu Jifeng choked on the soup, but couldn't help but glance at Dongfeng Sanren's neck.

Dongfeng Sanren turned his head, made sure that the neck supporting it was still intact, and then returned to the main topic: "Don't be grateful to me. In the end, the main reason is that I am old. If I don't accept disciples, I may not receive them in this life. The two of us It's mutual fulfillment. By the way, what happened to the person you met yesterday?"

Shu Jifeng said: "He blocked the sword for me before and died."

This time it was Dongfeng Sanren's turn to be surprised: "You mean you saw a ghost?"

"..."

Shu Jifeng thought about it for a long time and didn't know how to explain it, and finally he could only say: "Anyway, they both look exactly the same, even the voice is the same, I don't know if it's him."

"So that's what happened." Dongfeng Sanren didn't know much about it.

The uncle sat and waited for a long time in accordance with the rules, but did not wait for the advice or other things from the master, so he asked: "Master, what should I do?"

Dongfeng Sanren put down the bowl: "Don't be afraid, I will draw a Taoist talisman for you, so that ghosts and gods can't get close to you."

"..."

Dongfeng Sanren was surprised: "Why, you don't mean that?"

Shu Jifeng shook his head, put the bowl aside, said solemnly and frankly, "This person is extraordinary to me."

Dongfeng Sanren was even more confused: Mingming witnessed Zuo Qingyue grabbing her apprentice's wrist last night, why did she run out to block the sword now?