"That's what was prepared for me?"

He Xuan looked at the bronze sword hilt in a daze, and was speechless, and sighed in his heart how strong Meng Qingzhi's martial arts were, and he was able to insert the bronze sword so deep with his own strength. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although He Xuan secretly admired Meng Qingzhi's strength in her heart, her mouth was full of indifference, "Hmph, don't you just think I'm weak." ”

He Xuan stepped lightly, jumped on the hilt of the sword, and then jumped into the cave again, and fell into the cave safely, the hilt of the sword was just right for He Xuan, it was simply tailor-made, so that He Xuan could easily and safely come and go between the stone cave and the mountain road.

Meng Qingzhi followed He Xuan and entered the cave, "This is not specially prepared for you." ”

When He Xuan was out of his mind, he just wanted to reply, Meng Qingzhi suddenly took out a sand pot mysteriously and handed it to He Xuan, "This is what I specially prepared for Miss He Xuan." ”

He Xuan took the pot, and he didn't know why Meng Qingzhi had to prepare a pot for himself.

"This pot is not simple, the best mud is used, a little watering, the color will come out, the card cover is also regular and tight, powerful and does not hang water...... I made it myself and gave it to you. ”

"How can anyone give a girl a gift of a clay pot?" He Xuan smiled skillfully, and Meng Qingzhi's expression was embarrassed to freeze in place, and He Xuan suddenly smiled sweetly at him, "Thank you." ”

"That, no thanks." Meng Qingzhi pretended to be respectful, and greeted He Xuan's innocent smile, but he couldn't hold back his mind and stared at He Xuan in a daze.

"Miss He Xuan, you should smile more. Has anyone ever told you that you smile so beautifully. Meng Qingzhi looked at He Xuan's smile stupidly, and then said sincerely.

He Xuan was stunned for a moment, it was the first time someone praised himself for being beautiful, and when he looked at Meng Qingzhi again, he was smiling at himself.

Maybe he felt Meng Qingzhi's sincerity, at this moment, He Xuan suddenly felt that Meng Qingzhi didn't seem to be as annoying as before, but the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it became, and the more he looked at it, the more comfortable he became.

Staring at Meng Qingzhi for a long time, realizing that he was out of shape, He Xuan inadvertently gathered his shirt and held the clay pot tightly in his arms.

He Xuan put down the mustard, and the two sat shoulder to shoulder on the edge of the stone cave, their feet dangling on the edge of the empty cliff, chatting happily, and for a while, the crisp laughter rippled in the song of birds.

"By the way, in fact, I haven't taken out the things that I really prepared for Miss He Xuan." While talking and laughing, Meng Qingzhi suddenly remembered something, he got up and turned back into the cave, and began to take his robe slowly.

He Xuan was puzzled, how did Meng Qingzhi take off his clothes, what did he have to take off his clothes to give to himself? In order to hide a confused heart, He Xuan lowered his head and played with the hem of his clothes, pretending to have nothing to do.

"Whew, it's convenient to change clothes, this dress is too restrictive, I'm really not used to it, please Miss He Xuan consciously remember my personable appearance."

He Xuan took a long breath, it turned out that Meng Qingzhi had just changed into loose and collapsed clothes.

I saw that Meng Qingzhi was busy moving out of the mud bowl and clay pots one by one, and after a while, he set up a simple stove at the edge of the stone cave, and then took out a cloth bag and poured the black mass inside into the medicine jar.

"That's good stuff! This is the medicine I specially went back to Ah Long Mountain to fry for Miss He Xuan. Meng Qingzhi lit a fire, and a strong smell of medicine wafted out of the medicine jar, which smelled bitter, but after it entered his heart and spleen, he tasted sweet.

"Fried medicine?" He Xuan liked the smell very much, but didn't understand what Meng Qingzhi said.

"Stir-frying, just like stir-frying, fry the vegetables in the pot first, and then take them out and heat them up when you want to eat them later. Stir-fry the medicine too, I will fry the medicine first, and when Miss He Xuan wants to use it in the future, add water to mix it herself, and heat it properly. ”

Meng Qingzhi talked eloquently, for the stunt of stir-frying medicine, the Northern Sect did not spread it, and even many doctors had never heard of it.

"When it comes to stir-frying, the whole process can be described as 'gnashing of teeth', and I have wanted to throw the medicine and smash the pot countless times. Sometimes I guard a pot of medicine, and I can't be at peace for a day and night. The fire is big, scorched; The fire is small, paste. ”

He Xuan was amused by Meng Qingzhi's vivid narration and exaggerated expression, and within half a pillar of incense, Meng Qingzhi put out the fire, and then stuffed half a pillar of incense, lifted the lid, and saw a bowl full of muddy paste, I don't know what it was.

"Miss He Xuan, I'm offended."

Meng Qingzhi said, grabbed He Xuan's wrist, and lifted her sleeves, revealing her entire arm.

He Xuan was at a loss for a while, but he didn't resist, and let him fiddle, which was rare and docile.

Next, Meng Qingzhi dug a ball of "mud" with a wooden spoon, threw it on He Xuan's arm, and then wiped it back and forth, the movements were gentle and delicate, and when he touched He Xuan's scar, it didn't hurt at all, as if he also felt a penetrating coolness, which spread from his arm to his whole body, which was very comfortable.

After smearing He Xuan's entire arm with a thin layer of medicine, Meng Qingzhi shook his head and blew back and forth on his arm, he wanted to dry that layer of muddy paste. He Xuan felt the breath blown out by Meng Qingzhi, as if it was blowing on his heart, his heart was itchy and crispy.

"Alright! If you blow dry, you won't get dirty when you put the sleeves down. ”

Meng Qingzhi put down He Xuan's sleeve, then asked He Xuan for the clay pot that he had just given her, scooped the freshly boiled clay plaster into the clay pot spoonful by spoonful, and gave the clay pot to He Xuan again.

"This pot of medicine is what I specially prepared for Miss He Xuan. In the future, Miss He Xuan had some bumps and bumps, small injuries and small pains, smeared a layer of medicine before going to bed at night, washed off the next morning, and immediately stopped the pain, after the wound healed, the storage will not leave a scar, and the scar removal effect is more effective than that of the Western Regions alabaster cream. ”

He Xuan accepted the clay pot filled with plaster, she and Meng Qingzhi just met in Pingshui, but Meng Qingzhi cared so much about himself, it turned out that he really took the trouble to go back to Alongshan for himself and prepared this pot of medicine for himself.

I don't know if Meng Qingzhi also wanted to smash the pot when he stir-fried medicine for He Xuan, He Xuan imagined that scene, and laughed dumbly, but he was very moved in his heart.

"Thank you, Brother Meng."

"Miss He Xuan, don't be polite, as long as you are happy, I will be happy." Meng Qingzhi patted his chest straightforwardly, as if it was a matter of course for him to be good.

"Brother Meng, has this medicine always been muddy? Do I want to mix it with water in the future? He Xuan lifted the lid of the pot and took a look, the pot was full of a large pot of ointment, exuding a burst of fresh medicinal fragrance, He Xuan took a deep breath, she liked this special fragrance very much.

"No need, I'll have it all for you, and it will work for a year and a half."

Meng Qingzhi had already carefully adjusted the ointment for He Xuan in advance, so that she could use it in the future.

After all, the preparation of ointment is also a science, how much water to mix, how long to stir, there is a particular attention, He Xuan has never been in contact with the pharmacology of the Northern Sect, interlaced like a mountain, a little careless, the proportion is out of balance, if the heat is wrong, it will even turn good things into bad things, and good medicine will become poison.