"This ...... Is it really a fact? Xiao Hang stared at his hands, feeling that this was not real, this should be, dreaming.

But why is that weakness and pain so real?

It seems that this is not a dream, but, a fact!

Xiao Hang's expression was wooden, and his body was stiff and tired.

Could it be that his hands were really almost useless because of the venom of the snake?

It's hard to accept.

It's hard to accept, it's true.

Xiao Hang leaned on the bed, feeling very painful and helpless.

The weapons that have accompanied him for more than ten years, but now he suddenly has no way to hold such a few swords, what is this?

"Why!"

Xiao Hang looked at his hands and laughed sadly.

"So, if I want my hands to be the way they were, I have to unravel the snake venom from my body." Xiao Hang asked softly.

"That's right." Xiang Feng looked out the window and sighed softly.

Theoretically.

But the truth is, where is this snake venom so easy to unravel?

Even Tang Xiaoyi, who had the best medical skills, was dejected and annoyed when he talked about it.

Once, when Xiao Hang's snake venom did not spread, Tang Xiaoyi had a way, however, it was delayed because of some things, and the healing time of the snake venom was missed. The snake venom is spreading more and more widely, and until this point, it is difficult for Tang Xiaoyi to have any solution.

Xiao Hang did not speak.

Never been so eager.

I've never been so eager to unravel snake venom.

However, he knew that since his master had told him the news, it meant that the snake venom might not be so easy to unravel. Moreover, even Tang Xiaoyi does not have this ability.

"I see." Xiao Hang said calmly.

Xiang Dufeng listened to his apprentice's calm voice, and couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

Because he knows that the calmer Xiao Hang is, the more unstable the other party's heart is.

On the contrary, if Xiao Hang made a big noise, he would be more relieved in his heart.

Xiao Hang has always been a reassuring person, but the more reassuring people are, the more reassuring people will do something that makes people feel extremely crazy at a certain time.

For example, Xiao Hang is very calm, but he will do things that he knows that he will die but still wants to save his sister.

"Although you can't hold a sword in your hands in the future, ...... You are still you, and you can never give up hope. If you don't give up hope, hope won't give up on you. Said to the wind.

"Master, I know, you go out, I think, be quiet alone for a while." Xiao Hang muttered to himself.

"Yes."

Xiang Dufeng knew that Xiao Hang was not a taste in his heart, so he turned around and left, giving Xiao Hang a separate space.

Watching his master gradually leave, Xiao Hang buried his head.

He closed his eyes and did not speak.

Quiet.

The whole room was very quiet, and a needle could be heard clearly when it landed.

Xiao Hang could clearly hear his heartbeat.

The heartbeat rhythm is normal.

However, at the moment he was breathing faster and faster.

He still can't calm down.

How is it possible to calm down.

His hands, his hands!

"Ahh Xiao Hang roared and slammed his fist on the table next to him.

Motionless.

There are no changes to the desktop.

Looking at the power caused by his fist, Xiao Hang laughed bitterly.

"Hahahaha." Xiao Hang smiled very sadly.

If it had been before, even if he had been injured and reloaded, and a fist hit the table, the table would have cracked. But now he hit the table with a fist, like a punch from an ordinary person, or even as good as an ordinary person, this table didn't even move.

How could he be willing.

Another roar, four or five punches in a row hit the table.

His hands were already bleeding, but the table was still not moving.

Finally, Xiao Hang fell on the bed all of a sudden.

A convulsive pain was born all over my body.

He had endured the pain just now and punched several times in a row, with his current state, how could he possibly bear it.

It's just that the pain in his heart makes him unable to feel the pain in his body at all.

He didn't want to think about anything now, he just wanted to be quiet. But when he remembered that he could no longer hold the sword with both hands, his heart was like a knife.

"Crunch!"

At this moment, the door suddenly opened. Mo Lan hurriedly broke in from outside the door.

"Xiaohang, what are you doing? Don't scare the master, you're yelling and beating inside, you're ...... Even if you can't use your hands the same as before, you can still eat and play the same. How can you torture yourself like this? Mo Lan looked at Xiao Hang's fist worriedly, and her face was full of worry.

"Master...... Niang" Xiao Hang stared at Mo Lan, and suddenly felt a lot calmer in his heart.

He has always regarded his master as his own mother.

And his mother is indeed as attentive to him as a mother.

Mo Lan held Xiao Hang's bloody hand, and said anxiously on her face: "I told Lao Xiang a long time ago, don't let him tell you the news, he just wants to say it." Oh, you, Xiaohang, don't do this, you want to make Shi Niang worry about you. ”

Seeing Mo Lan's anxious appearance, Xiao Hang silently blamed himself in his heart.

Yes, isn't it just that your hands are not as flexible as they used to be?

Is this what made him give up hope?

What's that?

At least, his sister is still alive, the Skeleton Legion is gone, what is he afraid of?

He has many relatives.

"Master, I know it's wrong." Xiao Hang said weakly.

"You, since you were a child, you don't take your body seriously, you train hard, and you're busy all day long, I think you're just too demanding of yourself, can't you make people worry? Where are there children like you? The task assigned to you by your master requires you to complete it within ten days, but you have to complete it within five days, and you can delay it for a few days? Mo Lan couldn't help but chatter.

Xiao Hang touched his nose.

He knew that his master's favorite thing to do was nagging.

Nagging with your master when he is there, and nagging with himself when he is there.

However, although he was nagging, however, listening to his master's nagging at this time, he felt warm in his heart and did not reject it at all.

"Master, I'm hungry......" Xiao Hang smiled.

"I'm hungry, I knew your stinky boy was hungry, I brought it to you when I came, look at the buns that my sister gave you, it's still hot, keep it like to eat." Mo Lan took out a thick piece of paper from his arms, opened the paper, and the bread in it was a hot bun.

Looking at these hot buns, Xiao Hang took the buns and went up to take a bite.

"Be careful of the burn, eat slowly." Mo Lan said worriedly. "Tang Xiaoyi calculated that you would wake up today, so I went to the bread shop, discussed with the proprietress, borrowed the kitchen in their store and steamed a pot, and their proprietress ate the buns of the lady and said it was delicious."

Where would Xiao Hang care about whether the buns are hot or not, and laughed: "The buns made by the master are delicious." ”

"That's not it, if you marry a daughter-in-law in the future, the master will hand over the craft of steaming steamed buns to her and let her make it for you every day." Mo Lan grinned.

Xiao Hang knew that his master was not serious at all.

How to describe his master, he can't talk about it.

The facial features are good, but the skin is a little dark, and the appearance is not good-looking, nor is it ugly. The most important thing is that his master has a high education, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, proficient in everything, and it is said that his master can also do modern and ancient poetry, and his knowledge is very high. Of course, the problem is that he is not serious, or in other words, his master is not serious at all.

At least, his master can point at his master's nose and scold him all day long, and his master will not open his mouth to return the last sentence.

Because, his master can't scold his master.

"It's not enough to just teach the craft of steamed buns, but the master has to teach it." Xiao Hang grinned.

"You're wonderful." Mo Lan slapped Xiao Hang's head fiercely: "Your little head is smart, but my sister told you." You come over and look at the teacher, and the teacher will tell you something serious, about your life's events. ”

"What's the big deal?" Xiao Hang asked in surprise.

"What do you think, what about that Xu Yanhong?" Mo Lan raised her eyebrows and said with a wicked smile.

"Of course Miss Xu is good." Xiao Hang said.

When Mo Lan heard this, she patted Xiao Hang angrily and said, "What do you mean it's okay?" When people saw you unconscious, they cried so much, and even cried numbly, you kid still called Miss Xu? Honestly, what's wrong with you guys? ”

"I ...... I don't know much about her. Xiao Hang was dumbfounded.

When you are unconscious.

Xu Yanhong, is she sad?

"Who are you fooling? You didn't treat people like that, and the girl was so anxious about you? Seeing you in a coma, the anxious one is more anxious than her own brother in a coma, you said that you didn't treat other girls, other girls will be so anxious for you? Who believes. Mo Lan pouted and said, "I'll tell you, Xiaohang, I know you're embarrassed to say this, but what do you have to hide from your master?" When you took off your clothes when you were a child and asked your teacher to wash them, why didn't you feel ashamed at all? ”

“……”

Xiao Hang smiled bitterly: "Master, let's not mention it when we were young." ”

"You asked me not to mention when I was a child? You have no conscience, your mother has raised you for so many years? Mo Lan scolded: "Don't pretend to be pitiful to me, let me tell you, Master, I take a fancy to this Xu Yanhong,

Do you look at people, how watery the girl looks? How beautiful, the most important thing is that I have inspected your teacher, this Xu Yanhong is very knowledgeable, or is everyone beautiful, in this era, this lady is so cultured, where is it so easy? What's more, you look at Xu Yanhong's figure and ass, your master is all thrilled when she sees it, and your kid doesn't react at all. ”

“……”

Xiao Hang couldn't laugh or cry, and then asked, "How did you investigate Miss Xu, Master?" ”

Mo Lan smiled and said: "That's not simple, your master naturally has your master and my way." I played the game of poetry solitaire with her, and the rules were limited to the poems of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and modern poems were not allowed. ”

"And then? How many rounds did you guys take? Xiao Hang blinked.

"It seems like more than a hundred rounds." Mo Lan pursed her lips and said