[Comprehensive Ancient Sword] The Yearning Man

In any case, the heart was forcibly dug out with claws, cut in half, and stuffed back bloody.Randomly took a handful of herbal medicine and applied it on it, it was not very good after all.

Qing Yaoyao was dizzy from the pain, and she felt that there should be no more pain in the future than now.

She has always been very afraid of pain, and she suffered a lot when she first practiced spells.Xiang Moyang originally wanted to teach a strong apprentice who is not afraid of knife wounds, but after ten years of teaching, Qing Yaoyao is still afraid of pain to the point of death.

But this time, she persevered until the end, and passed out only after she got out of the barrier.

Xiang Moyang turned the wine cup and felt that this apprentice had suddenly become promising.

When Qing Yaoyao woke up, she saw Xiang Moyang sitting next to her, pouring medicine into her mouth.Qing Yaoyao was choked by his gulping, and quickly propped herself up to sit up, touching the wound on her chest, and gasped in pain.But he still trembled and grabbed the medicine bowl, struggling: "I drink it myself."

Xiang Moyang raised his head a little higher, but she didn't get it, and looked at the pitch-black medicine with nostalgia and regret: "Hey, speaking of it, I haven't given you medicine for a long time as a teacher."

Qing Yaoyao was silent for a while, twitched the corners of his eyes, and reminded: "Master, your apprentice is dying...

Xiang Moyang laughed and said, "But after Yao'er dug out half of his heart, isn't he still alive and well?"

Qing Yaoyao: "..."

Xiang Moyang suppressed his smile, put the medicine aside, stared at her, showing a bit of sternness, and reprimanded in a deep voice: "You are really messing around in this matter."

Qing Yaoyao said: "..."

Xiang Moyang frowned slightly, his eyes darkened: "Is he really worth it to you?"

It is rare for Qing Yaoyao to see Xiang Moyang showing such a serious expression, he always smiles, even in the past when she deserted while listening to him teaching spells, he always blamed her with a smile.It is rare to show such an expression, so it seems that he is really angry this time, and very angry.Qing Yaoyao was a little scared, leaned in, and said in a whisper: "Whether it's worth it or not, anyway, I'm going out inside, and I'm not doing it for the brother's house...

Xiang Moyang interrupted her: "You don't have to be vague with me, how can a master not know what the apprentice is thinking?"

Seeing what Xiang Moyang said, Qing Yaoyao simply stopped being vague, and mustered up the courage to tell the truth: "Yes, anyway, half of it is missing and you can't die. If the evil spirit is gone, I think it's worth it to have some hope for him."

Xiang Moyang still frowned, took out a spoon and poured a spoonful of bitter medicine at Qing Yaoyao: "You can't be more careful, so easy to believe in that stab, what if he kills you directly?" manage?"

Qing Yaoyao didn't dare to evade it, so she had to swallow it, and frowned bitterly: "But even if I don't agree, I still won't be able to get out and be killed in the end."

After Qing Yaoyao said this, Xiang Moyang paused for a while, and took another spoonful: "You didn't have to get involved. Although Ayan hoped that those evil spirits could be removed, he never thought of putting you in danger." If you don't want to, the vortex is powerful, but it's not inevitable for you."

Qingyaoyao was silent.What Xiang Moyang said was right, that vortex was like opening a door to her, if she really couldn't want to get in, she wouldn't be sucked into it instantly, there was indeed time to avoid it.

Xiang Moyang took another spoonful: "I'm always too secretive about that person. Although his appearance and temperament are impeccable, but it's because he is so good. Compared with you, I don't know whether it is good or bad. The teacher is also afraid that you will not be able to tell if you suffer a loss in the future." He pondered for a moment, then sighed and fed a spoonful: "I don't know if I can beat it in the future...

Qingyaoyao's painful tongue is completely numb.I just feel that the medicine is rolling in my stomach, as if I will spit it out in the next moment.However, Xiang Moyang's expression was too serious at the moment, Qing Yaoyao didn't dare to say anything, so he had to drink it silently: "...I think, he...

Xiang Moyang continued to feed her, and interrupted her expressionlessly: "I want to try him as a teacher."

Qing Yaoyao finally couldn't take it anymore, tentatively stretched out her hand, crying: "Master... that... can I drink the medicine by myself?"

Xiang Moyang glanced at the medicine bowl in his hand, looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, and sighed with a smile: "I always have to feed you to finish." He took another sip slowly, feeling a little regretful: "In the future, it will not be I will feed you for the teacher."

"..."

Master, you used to let me pour the medicine by myself in the medicine bowl! !

Qing Yaoyao cried and drank the medicine spoonful by spoonful, and finally swallowed the mouthful of candied fruit that Lingluo brought up bitterly before suppressing it, and said weakly: "Which doctor prescribed this?"

Which outstanding doctor prescribes such a painstaking and dark medicine.

--I will definitely see you walking around in the future.

Ling Luo covered her sleeves and smiled: "It's Mr. Xie, who caught Yaoyao himself. He boiled the medicine for the past few days, and then fed the girl to drink with his own hands. But today, Mr. Xie has something to do, just Let Mr. Xiang do it for you." After she finished speaking, she asked again: "How does Yaoyao feel?"

Qing Yaoyao was silent for a while, showing a strange, blurred smile, dreamily said: "It's nothing, this medicine is good, it's delicious."

Lingluo: "..."

When Ling Luo went out with the medicine bowl, she happened to meet Xiang Moyang who was sitting in the yard looking at the flowers.She paused, then suddenly turned around and turned back.

Xiang Moyang suddenly called out to her: "Lingluo."

Ling Luo turned her head back, lowered her head, and said politely: "What do you want, Young Master?"

Xiang Moyang looked at her with flickering eyes, and sighed: "We will leave the town in a few days, and I will leave a sum of money for you, whether it is to open a shop, or... find someone you like When someone gets married, it all depends on what you like."

Lingluo raised her head and smiled, alienated and cold: "Is that so? Thank you so much, sir."

Xiang Moyang sighed again, as if he wanted to say something, looked at her with complicated eyes, but finally sighed again, without saying anything, turned around: "...Sorry."

"Why are you talking to me?" Ling Luo said lightly to his back: "You have nothing to do to me."

Xiang Moyang turned sideways: "I...he seemed to want to turn around, but Ling Luo took a step ahead, brushed past him, and walked to the door without looking back, saying coldly: "I still have something to do, Go first. "

Qing Yaoyao watched the whole process lying on the window, until Ling Luo went out, she also rolled up the quilt and prepared to go back and lie down.However, Xiang Moyang, who was silent under the tree, suddenly said: "Are you sure?"

Qing Yaoyao coughed and smiled obediently: "Master."

Xiang Moyang sighed, and looked at the falling flowers from the tree: "She is a good girl, and she comes from the same place as you. We will leave when you recover from your injury. If you are free, you can come to her for a few days Talk to her more."

Qing Yaoyao was silent for a while, then whispered: "Although the apprentice shouldn't talk about this, but...Master, why don't you talk to her yourself?"

Xiang Moyang was about to push the door to go out, but when he heard the words, he put one hand on the door and paused for a while, without turning his head, he shook his head slightly and said in a very soft voice: "She doesn't want to see me."

Before Qing Yaoyao had time to say anything, he had already pushed the door and left, leaving Qing Yaoyao alone facing the tree full of flowers, holding his chin in doubt and sighing.