Xianjun, please calm down

Yu Changqing squeezed out a stiff smile, gritted his teeth and said, "It's so good, Changqing is very grateful, and when I recover from my injury, I will definitely repay you."

Wang Dazhuang quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, my sister always told me when she was alive, 'If you see other people in trouble, please help if you can. Son, you don't even need to hire a doctor, recuperating at my house is just an extra bite of food, how can you ask for payment?

Besides, I live alone, and I don’t drag my family with me, so it’s easy to take care of you. I’m not afraid of the fairy’s jokes if I tell you. I don’t have land, and I live by hunting. I am wronged. "

Yu Changqing stared at him with jade-like eyes for a while, until Wang Dazhuang's face turned red, and then he pursed his lips, and said slowly and sincerely: "Thank you."

Wang Dazhuang waved his hands and said, "You're welcome, by the way, Xianjun, may I ask your name?"

Yu Changqing said: "My surname is Yu, and my name is Changqing."

Wang Dazhuang sighed: "Sure enough, a good-looking person has a nice name."

Yu Changqing: "..."

If it was in the past, someone who dared to talk about his appearance in front of him would have been hacked to death by him, but this Wang Dazhuang has said "You look good" several times since he woke up, and he didn't say it. What kind of books have you read, but you can't say those beautiful words, you will only say that you look good over and over again, which seems to be preposterous, but he said it so sincerely, not only did not make Yu Changqing feel offended, but also faintly proud of it. what happened? ! (frightened face inside)

After all, Yu Changqing's cultivation base is profound, and he recovers quickly from the trauma. In only four or five days, he can barely get out of bed and walk a few steps. Wang Dazhuang is usually very busy, rarely at home during the day, and usually comes back after dark. I need to hunt and get some mountain products, and I will also chop firewood and sell it cheaply to those villagers who have no time to collect firewood because of the busy farming. These days, I try to come back as early as possible because I have an extra patient in my family. Fortunately, the patient is very worry-free. , does not need too much care, at least, he has never seen Xianjun go to the toilet...

Da Zhuang hunted a big snake today, he wrapped it around his body and carried it back, and dragged a part of it on the ground. On the way home, he attracted many villagers to watch. The village Kao Cuihua was scared Huarong turned pale, and attracted a group of middle-aged boys to comfort her. From the corner of her eye, she watched Wang Dazhuang walking over with the snake on his back, and stomped her feet angrily.

Many people praised Wang Dazhuang for his ability, and some people came to help Dazhuang peel off the snake skin, and bought some snake meat to try it out. Of course, they were all villagers, and the price was ridiculously low.

There was a lot of noise outside, and the quiet Yu Changqing frowned. Fortunately, no one entered the house, so no one noticed that there was another person in Da Zhuang's house.

Wang Dazhuang was smiling all the time, and after seeing off all the villagers, he made a big bowl of snake soup and served it to Yu Changqing.

Although Yu Changqing said a long time ago that he had been bigu and didn't need to eat, Da Zhuang didn't know what "bigu" was, and he couldn't believe that people could live without food. Da Zhuang couldn’t understand Xianjun’s refusal to eat because of his habit of eating. When he saw Xianjun pale and refused to eat, he was always frightened, afraid that he would starve to death in the next moment, so he always wanted to In a different way, he wanted to feed Xianjun some food, so that Xianjun would not starve to death.

With people under the eaves, Yu Changqing had to drink some soup occasionally perfunctorily to calm Wang Dazhuang's heart.

The cultivator eats the wind and drinks the dew. Yu Changqing has not eaten for more than 400 years since he started bigu, and he has long forgotten the taste of food. He didn't even touch it, and the only ones that could enter his mouth were some high-quality spiritual teas. Every time his brother in charge got the best quality tea, he would send it to his Qingyu Peak for him to drink, and he often expressed his dislike... …

After hundreds of years, tasted food again (forced), Yu Changqing thought he would be irritable, but in fact he didn't. Whenever Wang Dazhuang held the bowl and wished him a bite, He will be slightly benefited, and when he sees Wang Dazhuang's smiling expression immediately after he takes a sip reserved, he will have a secret joy in his heart as if infected, because of this kind of joy, Hanyang Zun The reader feels that the taste of these simple teas and light meals is actually not bad.