Ye Fan leaned over and spit out a mouthful of blood, feeling a lot more comfortable.

Previously struggling to escape, his mood changed from great sorrow to great joy, and then the qi and blood that were shocked by the aftermath of the thunder surged, in fact, Ye Fan's brain was already full of meat and vegetables. Even so, that sword light and that white robe were deeply rooted in Ye Fan's heart and affected his life.

Ye Fan stabilized his mind, patted his face, and immediately went to save people without hurrying. If you are unsteady on your feet and fall to the ground, there will be another thing lying on the ground in the valley.

His mind was stable, and the dizziness in his brain was not too strong, Ye Fan took three steps and made two steps, and ran towards the valley.

The sword immortal master's flawless white robe was miraculously not damaged under the bombardment of the heavenly thunder, but his equally flawless face was a little charcoal-black.

Ye Fan felt a little relieved when he saw the undulating chest of the Sword Immortal Master, it was a good thing that he didn't die. It's not that Ye Fan doesn't have confidence in the Sword Immortal Master, it's just that the power of Lei Zhiwei was too invincible that day, so Ye Fan couldn't help but be nervous.

The giant python entrenched under the white-robed man seemed to have shrunk to a foot size because it had no strength to maintain its original form after being hit hard by the thunder, Ye Fan put the golden snake into his chest, looked at the sword immortal master, and didn't know what to do.

"Sword Immortal Master, wake up, Sword Immortal Master. Ye Fan shook the shoulder of the white-robed man and called him softly, but there was no sign of waking up.

"Then carry the person home first, and ask Mr. Wen to take a look, as for whether it will affect the Sword Immortal Master, I can't care so much, it is important to save my life." Ye Fan made up his mind in his heart, squatted down and picked up the white-robed man on his back, and walked in the direction of Yanming Town.

The valley is actually only five or six miles away from the town, and the snow on the road is also blown away by the strong wind, which is very easy to walk, but Ye Fan walks extremely hard.

It's not just the reason for the lack of physical strength, but it's really the sword immortal master who looks at Qin Xian very much, why is it so heavy to carry it, and he feels that he has the weight of two Zhao Yongchang.

After turning over Grandma Mountain and walking on the official road, Ye Fan vaguely saw the outline of the town, sent the white-robed man behind him up, and continued to hurry.

Ye Fan's eyes became more and more blurry, and sweat dripped down his forehead into his eyes. Ye Fan could only blink hard to let the sweat flow out, so that he couldn't see the direction of the road.

"Fanzi, Fanzi, you're back, the thunder in the north just now, I'm always afraid that something will happen to you, hey! Why did you come back with someone on your back, did that beast hurt people again?"

Ye Fan grinned when he heard the familiar voice that was deafening from two streets away.

This product is a bit of a conscience.

"Hurry up and help, I'm a little out of it. ”

Zhao Yongchang walked to Ye Fan's side with one leg lame, helped Ye Fan send the white-robed man off his back, raised one arm, and asked as he walked, "Fanzi, this person's clothes don't look like woodcutters, is it some noble brother who went up the mountain to play and met that beast and was saved by you?" Then you kid is really shit luck, when this boy wakes up, he won't repay you well, you will have the money to repair your leaky grass house, no, what kind of grass house do you live in when you have money, just buy a big house, and when the time comes, my brother will not dislike me when he goes to play with you. ”

Ye Fan had long been accustomed to Zhao Yongchang's broken mouth and brain circuits, so he ignored it, and just said, "It's inconvenient now, go back and talk about it." ”

Zhao Yongchang stopped asking.

It's also strange, Zhao Yongchang's temperament is good and smelly. In terms of temper, even his mother couldn't control him, and there were only Mr. Wen and Ye Fan's words in the whole town, and Zhao Yongchang didn't even question it. Someone once asked Zhao Yongchang, why did you only listen to these two people? He just said, "Mr. Wen is a person who asks questions from the university, and his words must be right." What Ye Fan said was good for me, why didn't I listen to what I said?"

No one asked again.

Zhao Yongchang and Ye Fan walked to Ruyi Lane with the white-robed man on their shoulders, and finally returned home.

Ye Fan sent the white-robed man to the kang, took out a set of quilts from the cabinet, and covered the man.

Then he walked to the water tank in the yard, scooped up a large bowl of water, and drank it all in one go.

Zhao Yongchang was a little worried, and said, "Fanzi, the water is cold, you drink slowly." ”

Ye Fan waved his hand and signaled that it was okay.

"You go boil a pot of water first, watch here, I'll go to Mr. Wen and ask him to take a look, don't run around." ”

Zhao Yongchang said: "You don't go back for a while, don't save someone and lie down tired." ”

Ye Fan had already walked out of the courtyard gate at this time, and said loudly to Zhao Yongchang: "It's okay, it's important to save people." ”

Zhao Yongchang took out the kettle and coal from the house, put them on the charcoal basin that had not been completely extinguished, and went into the house to look at the people Ye Fan had rescued.

Zhao Yongchang was a little stunned, and after a long time he exclaimed and said: "I'm a good girl, why is this so long... So..."Zhao Yongchang didn't seem to know how to describe it, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence "So, what about beauty....."

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Ye Fan trotted all the way to the second house on the street.

In fact, Mr. Wen is not only a teacher at the school, but also occasionally helps the villagers to see some minor diseases, without charging money, and those patients who have taken medicine and followed Mr. Wen's method carefully will all recover as usual within a few days. But Ye Fan knew in his heart that Mr. Wen's medical skills were more than that, just by looking at the medical books that occupied an entire cabinet in Mr. Wen's study, he could know a thing or two.

Mr. Wen's house is not big or small, and it is very clean. The Spring Festival couplets posted on the door look like they have just been pasted, and the handwriting has not completely dried.

Ye Fan walked up the steps, tapped the door a few times, and soon a woman with still charm opened the door and walked out. Seeing that it was Ye Fan, he asked softly, "It's Ye Fan, come to Mr. Wen?"

The woman's surname is Liu, and her name is Wen. It was Yanming Town, which came with Mr. Wen. Liu Wen did not have much contact with his neighbors, giving the impression that he was reserved and not good at words, and lived in seclusion every day. It's just that every day at noon, I bring food to Mr. Moon, who is teaching at the school. In the gathering places of women such as vegetable market cloth shops, Liu Wen has never been seen.

Ye Fan bowed to the woman and nodded in response: "The kid does have something to ask Mr. for help." ”

Liu Wen opened the courtyard door, beckoned to Ye Fan, and said enthusiastically: "Fujun is preparing for his school homework in a few days in the study, I'll call him to come in for a cup of tea." ”

Ye Fan saluted again, and then walked into the courtyard gate.

In fact, this is not the first time that Ye Fan has been at Mr. Wen's house. The boy has loved to read since he was a child, but his family is poor and cannot afford to go to school. When Mr. Wen came to the town to be a gentleman, Ye Fan hid in the bamboo forest near the school building and secretly listened to Mr. Wen's lectures.

But it didn't take long for Ye Fan to be discovered by the inspecting uncle. After Mr. Wen learned about this, he said to Ye Fan: "The school is set up by the county, and I can't ask for anything." In the future, if you really want to study and study, you can come to my house at the end of the day and discuss with each other. ”

This was the first formal meeting between Mr. Wen and Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was led into the hall by Liu Wen, and the woman turned around and said, "Sit down first, I'll call Mr." ”

Ye Fan patted off the cotton clothes and sat down slowly. As usual, he sat with his waist straight, but his mind had drifted to the sky. Is the Sword Immortal Master's injury serious? What should I do with the little golden snake on his chest? What if Mr. Wen can't save the Sword Immortal Master? Ye Fan didn't dare to think about it.

Mr. Wen walked slowly from the study opposite, and Ye Fan hurriedly got up and saluted.

Mr. Wen's mellow voice swayed in the courtyard, "I heard that Mrs. said that you have something important to look for me, are you in a hurry?"

Ye Fan nodded, and told the middle-aged man in front of him everything that happened in Grandma Mountain, without hiding it at all.

This is Ye Fan's respect and trust for Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen frowned and said worriedly: "The mountain monk, there are thousands of spells, and the body is strong, it is difficult to get injured. But if you are injured, it will not be able to heal in a short time, and I have never seen a patient after being bombarded by thunder, let alone how to deal with it. ”

Ye Fan's expression became more and more silent when he heard this.

Seeing this, Mr. Wen comforted him: "You don't have to worry too much. Listening to what you said, this person should be a rare genius in cultivation even in the cultivation world, and it is impossible for him to be as good as ever without a life-saving method, and he may be able to recover in a few days. I'll go over and have a look. ”

Ye Fan was a little relieved when he heard this.

Mr. Wen followed Ye Fan into the dilapidated courtyard door and walked into the house.

Zhao Yongchang, who was sitting on the side of the kang with a bench, saw someone coming in, hurriedly got up, and said anxiously to the two: "Fanzi, Mr. Wen, this person is cold and has a high fever, I have never seen such a situation, so I can only help him wipe his face first, look at his little face is white, I look at it." ”

Mr. Wen brushed up his robe, sat on the edge of the kang, picked up the left hand of the white-robed man and carefully checked the pulse, with a serious expression.

After a while, Mr. Wen's expression was much more relaxed, he put down the man's left hand, turned back to the two who were anxiously waiting, and said, "The situation is better than I thought, Ye Fan, you have fast legs and feet, I will write a prescription, you hurry up and go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine." Yongchang, you go get some boiling water and soak a few towels for later use. ”

Both nodded, and Zhao Yongchang turned around and walked outside the house.

Mr. Wen got up and walked to the desk, looking at the brush on the desk that was about to be bald and the ink that was about to be diluted by water, and sighed in his heart.

The bald pen and ink were barely working, and Mr. Wen picked up the straw paper beside the table and wrote hard.

After a while, Mr. Wen handed the prescription to Ye Fan, "Tell Shopkeeper Li that the medicine money is recorded in my account." ”

Ye Fan took the prescription, and his gratitude to Mr. Wen was even greater.

Mr. Wen watched Ye Fan walk out of the house, got up and closed the door.

Then he walked to the side of the kang, stretched out his right index finger, and tapped it on the center of the white-robed man's eyebrows. Suddenly, a white light flashed at the junction of his fingers and eyebrows, and it seemed that under the effect of white light, the man with a bitter face gradually became calm, and his face returned to a little ruddy, no longer as white as before.

Mr. Wen withdrew his right hand and sat on the edge of the kang, waiting for the white-robed man to wake up.

About half an hour later, the man slowly opened his eyes and woke up quietly. Seeing the middle-aged man with a gentle face in front of him, he held back his pain and asked, "May I ask what kind of place is this?"

"On the kang of the one who saved you. ”

The white-robed man looked around, except for a desk, a wardrobe, and a stove in the room, it was not far from the bleak scene of the four walls of the house.

Zhao Qing remembered the giant python and hurriedly said, "Sir, there should be a spirit python near me, why can't I see it in the house?"

Mr. Wen comforted gently: "Don't panic, the spirit python that survived under the bombardment of the heavenly thunder is also of great benefit, and now it is dormant in Ye Fan's chest, and there is no big problem." ”

"Damn, Brother Gongzi, you're awake, Mr. Wen, you are really a living miracle doctor, I, Zhao Yongchang, have taken it!" Zhao Yongchang's startled words came from the door.

The white-robed man was still very weak, and wanted to get up to talk to the two but was stopped by Mr. Wen, so he lay down on the kang with a pale face and said to the two: "Thank you two for saving your life." Under his name Zhao Qing, he is a person from the Eastern Dome Long Prefecture and studied under the Nine Hanging Sect. I came to the Red Leaf Country on the orders of my teacher, and I had something important to do. If the two of them don't dislike it, when the vitality recovers, there will be a generous gift. ”

Zhao Yongchang looked at Zhao Qing and felt that this person was so stinky and fartful. It doesn't matter if you're good-looking, you can talk in one set.

So he coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "My surname is Zhao." Ming Yongchang, a person from South Zilaizhou, studied under Yanming Town School. is a good brother of Ye Fan, the person who saved you. Anyway, we didn't save you to repay you or anything, the gentleman didn't want to repay the kindness. But if you don't want it, and if it spreads, you don't know how many people poke you in the back, saying that Zhao Qing was treated and didn't say anything, it won't sound good. Seeing that you are not like an ordinary person, you don't overcharge, ten thousand taels of gold means meaning, the best of both worlds, right?"

Zhao Qing looked at Zhao Yongchang, who was spitting and spitting, and he didn't react, whether this was a serious word or a joke.

Mr. Wen rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head at Zhao Qing helplessly, and signaled that he didn't need to take it seriously.

Just as Zhao Yongchang finished his "empathetic" words, Ye Fan walked into the house with two packets of packaged medicine.

Seeing Zhao Qing, who had already woken up, Ye Fan said happily: "Sword Immortal Master, you are awake." ”

Zhao Qing looked at the young man's excited expression, and said, "You and I met in Pingshui before, and parting is permanent, so I didn't care about the title." Now you have the grace to save your life in Zhao Qing, the word lord can't afford to be in the next million, please change the name, otherwise you won't be happy in your heart. ”

Ye Fan scratched his head, as if he didn't expect the Sword Immortal Master to have such words, and muttered, "But you also saved me once." ”

"That's not indebted. You and I are the same age, how old am I to be you, and dare to be a brother once, how about it?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan put down the medicine bag in his hand and saluted Zhao Qing.

"Brother Zhao. ”

Zhao Qing returned the salute with his fists on the bed.

Zhao Yongchang was a little unhappy when he saw Zhao Qing like this, and said in a weird manner: "Oh, someone is really a big shelf, my brother is tired and tired to carry you all the way, almost not tired, just hug a fist on the bed, return the salute, and say Oh, I will be a brother once, and it will be over? ”

Ye Fan hurriedly pulled Zhao Yongchang, a rare little angry, "Zhao Yongchang, what are you talking about!"

"Didn't I speak for you, so he went to the kang and pretended to be an honest man. You run back and forth and work hard, why do you just pass without owing each other, if you don't say you, it's a blessing to suffer, that's bullshit, that's what I told you, others care if you live or die?"

Mr. Wen sat on the edge of the kang and saw Zhao Yongchang blushing and shouting at Ye Fan with a thick neck, he really couldn't stand it anymore, and stopped him, "Yongchang, don't say it." ”

Zhao Yongchang saw that Mr. Wen said this, and just turned his head angrily and didn't look at him.

"Okay, Ye Fan, you and Yongchang will go out to boil medicine first and calm down by the way, I have something I want to ask this little brother. ”

Ye Fan bent down to pick up the two packets of medicine on the ground and walked out of the door. Zhao Yongchang regretted a little after saying those words, but he couldn't wipe his face to apologize, Mr. Wen glanced at him, and Zhao Yongchang went out with Ye Fan.

There were only Wen and Zhao left in the house.

"Sir, I don't need to say more, I didn't take it to heart. ”

Zhao Qing looked at Mr. Wen and asked first, "What does Mr. want to ask?"

Mr. Wen didn't answer, but said something inexplicable, "The foundation of the Six Realms is very good, is it to compete for the top of the temple?"

Zhao Qing was extremely surprised when he heard this, he actually looked away, the cultivation of this teaching gentleman in front of him was definitely not low, and if he could see his own context clearly and say the word the top of the temple, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Don't look at me like that, although you are handsome, I am already married. Mr. Wen stood up from the side of the kang and smiled at Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing hesitated a little, "Mr. has reached that immortal realm?"

Mr. Wen shook his head, "It's just a teacher." ”

Even if Zhao Qing was extremely self-contained, he couldn't help but pout.

Mr. Wen put away his smile and looked at Zhao Qing with a positive face, "Very good child, with a righteous heart, doing the right thing, daring to take out a sword for the director, and daring to be unfair for thousands of living beings." The final blow of the calamity cloud is comparable to the peak of nirvana, and he has not died even if he has just entered the void and has not died. ”

Listening to Mr. Wen's unabashed praise, Zhao Qing was a little embarrassed, and said shyly: "Mr. has won the award, don't kill me like this." ”

Mr. Wen said with a smile: "The young man's heart should be taken to the clouds." ”

Zhao Qing looked at the middle-aged Confucian with a smile on his face, apologetically and hesitantly, but still said out loud: "Sir, in fact, Zhao Qing is not my real name, my real name.... It's called Yu Qingxu. ”

Mr. Wen nodded unexpectedly, "The aura on your body is very well hidden, even if the Nine Realms cultivators don't look closely, they can't see anything, but I can naturally still detect it." ”

"The little guy of the Ancient Void Imperial Family. ”

Zhao Qing looked at Mr. Wen without being surprised, and his evaluation of him went up a notch in his heart.

The lowest is also the pinnacle of the Nine Realms.

Even the pinnacle of the Ten Realms!

Because he knew better than anyone what the words of the Ancient Void Imperial Family meant to the monks.

Mr. Wen tucked the quilt for Zhao Qing, got up and said: "Your injury will rest for a few days before it can be healed, just live here with peace of mind, I will be in the second household on the street of Ruyi Lane, let Ye Fan find me if there is something." Then he walked to the door.

Zhao Qing said respectfully: "Congratulations to Mr. ”

Mr. Wen, who had already walked to the door, turned to Zhao Qing and said, "If you can, don't let Ye Fan worry about eating food, you should be able to see his situation." ”

Zhao Qing thought of those clear eyes that had no distractions, and a smile appeared on his face, "That little brother, it's very good." ”

Mr. Wen had already pushed the door out, but the voice came in through the door, "The student I fancy is of course very good." ”

Zhao Qing was stunned, and looked at the middle-aged scholar who walked out of the door to return the salute to Ye Fan, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

That is, Ye Fan is happy to have this gentleman who has this character and cultivation. I am also happy that Mr. Wen wants to accept such a good disciple.

Zhao Qing suddenly remembered what a sage said in ancient times, "The journey of a saint is different, whether it is far or near, whether it is going or not going, it is just a matter of purifying his body." ”

It seems that what the sages said was not entirely true. Zhao Qing looked out the window and muttered.