"Master, you can eat a little...... Even if you only eat a little disciple, you will be satisfied......"

An Zijue bit Xia Chun, her body was shaky, the broken bowl had already pierced her knee, and blood gushed all over the ground.

The streamer didn't look at her, just tilted his head to the window and paused: "Get up." ”

An Zijue was slightly stunned, looked at him and said, "Master, are you willing to eat the food sent by your disciple?" ”

Streamer turned over and glanced at her, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up." ”

"Then the master ate the rice porridge first."

An Zijue raised her head and handed the bowl that she had held all night to the streamer.

Streamer hesitated for a while, looking at her pitiful appearance, he felt a little entangled inexplicably, and stiffly reached over to take the bowl in her hand, and said suspiciously: "Why are you so good to me?" ”

An Zijue paused and smiled, "Because you are my master, people say that you are a teacher for one day and a father for life, and a disciple should naturally be as good to the master as a father." ”

"That's it?"

Streamer frowned slightly.

It didn't seem like the answer he was looking for.

He suspected her many times of colluding with the demon, if she came to Maoshan to help the demon zun get free, then why didn't she follow him after the demon was freed, but insisted on staying in Maoshan, what was her purpose in staying by her side?

Streamer thought for a while, then put the bowl on the table next to the bed, and said, "This rice porridge is cold." ”

"Master, you wait, the disciple will take it and heat it up immediately."

Saying that, An Zijue's body shook and wanted to stand up, but after kneeling for so long, her body was numb, she didn't feel any sense, and she didn't even feel the wound punctured by the bowl, she just felt that the cold blood stuck to Luo's skirt and was wet.

Streamer was expressionless, and turned to look at An Zijue: "Don't think that if you do this, I will feel sorry for you." ”

An Zijue shook her head bitterly: "The disciple doesn't want to use the bitter meat trick to make the master feel distressed, the master hasn't eaten for several days, and the disciple just wants the master to eat something." ”

His eyes flashed, and he hooked his lips and chuckled: "My mouth grows on myself, and I will eat it myself if I want to eat, so you don't have to take such pains." ”

"Oh."

An Zijue nodded and wanted to stand up, but her lower body was numb, and her head was dizzy.

She swayed, grabbed the corner of the table next to her and stood up, but felt a surge of blood rush to her head.

Airplanes...... The head hurt sharply, his eyes could no longer see the things around him clearly, his feet were weak, and his body fell down suddenly, but he didn't hit the ground, and he only felt that his back was supported by a big palm.

Cold sweat trickled down An Zi's forehead, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

She opened her vertigo eyes again and took in Master's face.

The contours are coordinated, the glazed eyes are slightly raised, there is also that proud anger between the eyebrows, the thin lips are pursed, and the eyes reveal a cold look, as if they feel that they have suffered a loss, and they are a little angry.

He grabbed her by the waist, helped her to the bed, and turned away.

An Zijue leaned on the pillow, her eyes staring at the master's back, looking at him as if he was rummaging through the room, seeing that his wound was almost healed, and his body also had strength, she felt a little happy in her heart.

After a while, he found some strips of cloth and walked to the side of the bed, and with his broad palms helped her delicate and small body up, held her feet, and gently brushed up her blood-soaked skirt, only to see that the white trousers inside had been dyed red, and even a large piece of flesh at the knee had been cut, and a broken bowl was embedded in the meat.

"Does it hurt?"

He asked, pointing to the wound in her knee.

"It doesn't hurt."

She shook her head and smirked, "I'm sorry, the disciple made the master worried." ”

Hearing her words, Streamer felt a little funny: "You didn't feel sorry for me, and I didn't have to worry about you." Even if a wild dog on the side of the road is injured, I will go up and help, let alone a human. ”

"What about the demon?"

An Zijue asked.

"Demon?"

Streamer's face changed, and he said coldly, "It is my duty to eliminate demons, and their fate is the same, that is, death." ”

As he spoke, he turned around, bent his neck slightly, stretched out his fingers, and slammed An Zijue into his knee and took out the broken bowl.

"Hmm......"

In a tingling pain, she frowned and snorted.

After removing the broken piece of the bowl from her leg, he used a strip of cloth to bandage her wound, and she watched as he bandaged her wound in a bewildered manner, just as he had done in the Old Moon Temple.

After resting for a while, she also obviously felt that her body had recovered a lot, and the wounds on her legs had almost healed.

Only then did she remember that she had the body of an immortal, and these injuries were difficult for mortals to recover, but for immortals, they were just minor injuries.

As long as you have a good rest and don't mess up, you will naturally recover quickly, and it is estimated that there is no problem in getting out of bed and running two laps now.

An Zijue got up slowly, and when she turned around, she suddenly saw that the master was meditating on the bed opposite.

The rice porridge on the table was still coldly placed in that position, and it seemed that the master hadn't eaten it yet.

She turned over and got out of bed, walked over with light steps, picked up the rice porridge on the table, stood on tiptoe and walked out gently, intending to take the rice porridge hot and then give it to the master to eat.

As soon as her hand touched the door, she suddenly heard Master's voice, and he asked, "Your injuries are not healed yet, why are you in such a hurry to go out?" ”

An Zijue glanced at the rice porridge in his hand and said softly: "The disciple knows that the master hasn't eaten yet, so he wants to take the rice porridge to heat it for the master to eat." ”

Streamer said: "I'm not busy eating, you go and lie down and rest first." It is not advisable to stay here for long, and when your injuries are better, we will go and meet them with the old flask. ”

Hearing Master's tone that he didn't plan to drive her away, An Zijue was very happy in her heart, and said without any scruples: "Master, I'm almost better, look, I can still dance." ”

As she spoke, she jumped up and down in place, and the rice porridge in the bowl overflowed, making her hands and clothes sticky with rice grains.

"Oh?"

Streamer glanced at her, got up and walked over to her, looked at her, and questioned: "It's not something that ordinary people can do to recover so quickly!" ”

An Zijue's face froze, and she wanted to swallow back what she had just said, obviously the master was already very suspicious of her, wouldn't it be more difficult for the master to believe her if she said it again.

Trying to justify: "When the disciple heard that the master did not drive the disciple away, he was overjoyed for a while, and he didn't even feel the pain on his body for a while. Hey. ”

Observing the streamer's complicated eyes looking at her, An Zijue immediately "oops"

With a sound, he covered his feet, frowned, and wanted to cry without tears: "Now the disciple's feet hurt again, hmm...... It hurts! ”

“……”

Streamer turned her head to look at her hand covering her feet, she obviously hurt her knees, but her hands covered her ankles and screamed pain...... After being silent for a while, An Zijue realized her mistake, she picked up the bowl on the table in a panic, and quickly changed the topic, "Master, the disciple will go and cook porridge for you immediately." ”

As he spoke, he opened the door and disappeared into the room with a puff of smoke.

Streamer sighed, shook his head, walked to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea and drank it.

I was still a little entangled in my heart, and I didn't know whether it was right or wrong to keep An Zijue by my side.

It wasn't that he was moved to keep her because of what she had done for him, but that he had felt that she was very unusual since he first saw her.

Whenever he saw her, he felt some strange feelings in his heart, sometimes he felt a little hollow, sometimes he felt a little guilty, and sometimes he felt a soreness welling up in his heart...... These wonderful feelings forced him to take her as an apprentice, and he put her next to him to find out who she was.

"Master, Master, let's eat!"

An Zijue's loud voice came from outside the door, a long figure came to the door, the wooden door across the room was instantly opened, An Zijue walked to the table beside him with a steaming meal, and placed the meals in front of him in turn, "Master, try the food cooked by the disciple to suit Master's appetite." ”

Streamer stared blankly at the black charcoal-like thing on the plate on the table, is this still what people eat?

Before she came back to her senses, she couldn't wait to insert the chopsticks into his hand, "Master, try it!" It's delicious! ”

He finally mustered up the courage to take a bite of something charred like charcoal.

An Zijue dragged her chin on the table with both hands, tilting her head to observe her master tasting the "food"

Seeing his expression struggling after taking a mouthful, she blinked excitedly and asked with big watery eyes, "Master, isn't it delicious?" ”

“……”

The streamer didn't speak, but still had an expression of having eaten poison.

"Vomit ......"

He lowered his headache and quickly spit out all the things in his mouth, and it took a long time to ease up and say, "What was that you gave to the teacher just now?" ”

"It's the leftover buns that Brother Changqing made before."

An Zijue said, "Master, what do you think of the taste?" The steamed buns made by Brother Changqing are delicious, but fortunately, there are still some left, so the disciple took them to the master to taste. ”

"Buns? Or is it black? ”

He said with a smirk.

"Well, no. It was already cold when I found the bun, so I just put it on the fire and roasted it for a while, after which it was dark. ”

An Zijue paused and said, "Master, doesn't it feel delicious?" ”

"You'll find out if you eat it yourself."

Streamer Channel.

"Oh."

An Zijue put one in her mouth and took a bite, her mouth was crunchy, like eating sand, she had an expression of eating, and quickly spit out the things in her mouth.

She swore that this was the most unpalatable bun she had ever tasted, and she blamed her for roasting the bun and it tasted like eating charcoal.

"Master, you'd better drink porridge!"

An Zijue handed a bowl of porridge to Streamer, and the things in the bowl looked a little appetizing, all of them were white rice porridge, not black.

I don't know how it tastes, he drank a spoonful, and his expression was no longer struggling like he had just eaten the black bun.

After eating, An Zijue followed the streamer to leave Twilight Changqing's house, and when she walked to the door, An Zijue looked back at Changqing's brother's house step by step, feeling a little sad.

If it weren't for her appearance, Master wouldn't have had the opportunity to kill Brother Changqing, but then Brother Changqing had the opportunity to kill Master, she protected her Master but killed her Brother Changqing, and her mood was very entangled.

I don't understand what grievances Master and Brother Changqing have had.

But after all, it was the master who killed him, and this was the master's fault first, when she stepped out of the threshold of the gate of Twilight Changqing's house, she secretly swore that after finding a suitable time, she would definitely ask the master to give Changqing's brother an explanation.

The town in the south of the Yangtze River is really as beautiful as in the poem, on the Yanbo River, the willows are still around, and there is an endless stream of passers-by, but a roar in the distance broke the seemingly peaceful street market.

In the bustling town, on a street corner, surrounded by a gorgeously dressed man and his group of men carrying wooden sticks, the big man's rough roar was deafening: "Hmph! Stinky boy, dare to cheat the uncle's money! Hit me hard! Fight to the death! ”

"Don't hit me, ah! Don't hit someone in the face, don't hit the master's face! There are a lot of heroes, so let's let it go! ”

The cries of a teenager in the crowd for mercy were heard intermittently.

"It's so hateful, so many people bully one person."

Seeing this, An Zijue clenched her fists and said angrily.

She turned to look at the streamer and said, "Master, let's go over and help him." ”

"Hmm."

Streamer nodded and walked over, looking at the man waving the wooden stick: "Let him go." ”

"Hey, I even care about my uncle's business, believe it or not, I'll fight you together!"

The richly dressed man played with the jade jade ring on his thumb, looked arrogant, and raised his eyebrows.

"I'll say it one last time, let him go."

Streamer gritted his teeth, a surging anger surged between his eyebrows, and the knife in his hand moved a few times.

The boy who was beaten saw that someone was coming to relieve him and shouted excitedly: "Hero, save me!" ”

"Yo, boy, you're taking the initiative to fight! Someone call me! ”

The brocade-clothed man waved his sleeves, and the people holding wooden sticks behind him rushed up like hornets and surrounded the streamer.

Looking at the people who were fighting with the streamer with wooden sticks, An Zijue was worried that the master would be injured, and she stood aside and shouted, "Master, be careful! ”

The group of people raised the wooden stick and slashed their heads and faces towards the streamer, he waved the sword in his hand unhurriedly, indifferently eyebrows, because of the fear of hurting people, his sword did not draw out the scabbard, but still beat those people to the ground, looking for teeth all over the ground, the strength was too strong, I saw the brocade-clothed man kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy: "Uncle spare his life!" Uncle spare his life! ”

Streamer glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth rose: "Get out." ”

"Thank you, uncle, for not killing."

The big man bowed his head a few times, and quickly left with his battered men.

The beaten young man was stunned, he raised his eyes and glanced at the streamer, pounced on him and said excitedly: "Thank you for saving your life, you will repay the hero in the future." ”

Streamer glanced at him and said lightly, "No need." ”

"Childe doesn't need to be polite to my master, we just draw a sword to help when we see injustice."

An Zijue ran up and said.

The boy scratched his head and said, "Oh......"

"Childe has taken his leave."

Seeing that the streamer had already gone away, An Zijue chased after him, "Master, wait for the disciple." ”