In a courtyard along the river, Xiao Qi changed his clothes in the house alone. Ji Ran's clothes for her were typical women's dresses, and Xiao Qi was wearing a little bigger.

This dress looks very old, and the plum blossom pattern on the skirt has also turned white and faded slightly due to long-term washing, but the texture of the fabric is very good, and it can be seen that this dress has been properly preserved by Ji Ran.

"Are you alright," Ji Ran's voice came from the outhouse.

"Still wiping your hair," Xiao Qi's voice was a little weak,

"It's going to take a while." There was the sound of a bowl outside,

"I cooked ginger soup, you can come out and drink a little later."

"Thank you." Xiao Qi replied while gently rubbing the ends of her hair that was still dripping with the towel that Ji Ran had prepared for her.

At this moment, nearly half an hour has passed since they went ashore. I don't know if it's my Chrysostom or a crow's mouth, outside the city in the first half of the night, she pointed to Luoshui and said that if she went downstream, she would go straight home, but when she dragged Ji Ran ashore in the second half of the night, she found that she was really washed back to Luoyang's Dongshi River.

That familiar street scene almost immediately gave Xiao Qi courage. She dragged Ji Ran to a canopy near the river, which was almost the only dry place nearby.

At that time, Ji Ran's heartbeat and breathing were very weak, but Xiao Qi was familiar with water and first aid, and after alternating cardiopulmonary resuscitation and artificial respiration, Ji Ran finally slowly opened his eyes.

In the pouring rain, the streets were empty, and the two braved the rain to return to Ji Ran's house not far from here, which was a very ordinary small courtyard, with only two rooms, the main hall and the inner room, and no special kitchen.

Under the long eaves in the west corner, there are pots and pans and stoves that will not be used for a few months, and probably Ji Ran usually doesn't usually go home for dinner.

At the moment when the fire in the hall was lit, the two of them finally relaxed like the rest of their lives, and everything in front of them was as if they were separated from each other.

At this moment, Xiao Qi was wiping his hair while looking at Ji Ran's room with some curiosity. In addition to Feng Yishu and Feng Yuandao's house in this life, this is the first time she has stepped into another room of the opposite sex.

And a person's bedroom always inevitably hides some secrets that belong to this person. Xiao Qi looked around.

It's hard to believe this boy's room, because everything is so neatly organized that it even seems a little lifeless.

The cabinets and boxes that are as tall and heavy as Xiao Qi, as small as the pen and paper books on the table, everything is placed according to a certain rule, even the tablecloth on the table, the hanging corners and the stripes on the cloth surface coincide tightly.

It's probably a room that will make people with OCD feel extremely comfortable.

"Isn't it okay yet," Ji Ran's voice came from outside again. Since the room was too quiet, he began to worry about whether Xiao Qi had fainted inside.

Xiao Qi felt a little inexplicable at Ji Ran's repeated urging, and replied perfunctorily,

"It's coming, it's coming." When her hair was almost wiped off, she casually threw the towel on the bed beside her.

I was just about to go out, but suddenly I stopped and turned around and felt as if something was wrong. Soon, she discovered the source of this sense of disobedience.

The towel she had just thrown away was lazily hanging on Ji Ran's neatly folded quilt with a casual personality similar to herself.

On the other side, the wet clothes she had just changed into were stacked on the dusty ground in the form of rags that were clumped together.

There were also water stains on the ground. Xiao Qi's throat moved, and he suddenly felt a little weak for no reason. It was as if for a moment, every piece of furnishings in the room stared at him, and he uttered one in unison

The command to "pack up your things before you go". So she picked up the towel she had thrown on the bed again, placed it on the back of the chair next to her, and took two steps back to see the effect.

It doesn't feel very comfortable to look at it like this. Xiao Qi pondered for a while, and then adjusted the angle of the two sides slightly, making the two ends of the towel as symmetrical as possible.

It still seems to be a little hey, almost, so let's leave it at that. She went over to her wet suit again, squatted down and formed all the clothes into a ball, and then took the wet skirt that had been changed as a burden, and wrapped the whole wet suit in a circle, and finally tied a bow on it with her belt.

Although it looks a little unsophisticated, the visual effect is still much better than the one just now.

"Feng Qi" Ji Ran urged outside again

"It's coming, it's coming." This time, Xiao Qi finally came out, but when she saw Ji Ran, she was a little surprised that the young man in front of her had recovered a little unrecognizable at the moment, obviously he had the same purple lips and pale face as her just now, but at this time he was already looking as usual, but his expression was still a little haggard.

However, this may be due to the fact that his hair is still a little wet against his cheeks, so he looks thinner than before.

There were two bowls on the table, one empty, the other with hot soup, and a bunch of bandages and cotton balls, and in just a few moments, Ji Ran had already disinfected and bandaged his external injuries outside.

"Drink the ginger soup quickly." He pushed the porcelain bowl in front of Xiao Qi. Xiao Qi took the bowl, but his eyes kept staring at Ji Ran.

Ji Ran frowned,

"What are you staring at me all the time?"

"Why did you recover so quickly" Xiao Qi asked softly, but as soon as the words came out, she had the answer in her heart,

"This is also, the difference between a monk and a mortal"

"Hmm." Ji Ran nodded,

"My spiritual sense is on fire. The divine consciousness of the Wind Forest Volcano, Fire and Wind is already relatively brittle among these four schools, but it is still much stronger than ordinary people. ”

"Wind Forest Volcano" Xiao Qi repeated these four words in a low voice,

"I remember hearing Sister mention it before."

"Childe's spiritual sense is also fire, your fifth brother should belong to the wind." Ji Ran said softly,

"Wind and Fire Monks like them are generally the main offensive force in the team; The monks of the mountain and forest genres assisted them, such as the forbidden masters, illusionists, healers, and so on. However, the people of the Feng family are generally wind and fire, and you should be too. Xiao Qi listened with a porcelain bowl,

"Are there only four of them?"

"No, there are six." Ji Ran said softly,

"It is as fast as the wind, as swift as a forest, as swift as a forest, as invading as fire, and as immobile as a mountain, these are the four most common types of spiritual consciousness.

"In the future, there are two kinds of difficult knowledge such as yin, and movement such as thunder. It's just that the two spiritual senses of Yin and Zhen are rare in the world, and the late Heavenly Master Bai Wuji's spiritual consciousness belongs to Zhen, but the Great Zhou Dynasty has been around for 400 years, and there is only one person. ”

"I see"

"Are you feeling better now?" asked Ji Ran,

"If I have the strength, I'll send you back now." Xiao Qi was a little embarrassed. Looking at the appearance of Master Ji's two sleeves, he will definitely not be able to make up a carriage at this time, so-called

"Send back" is most likely on foot. But God is pitiful, her arms and legs are so sore that she is almost out of strength, and she is forcibly supporting her body with a strong will, otherwise she would probably lie down on Ji Ran's bed and fall asleep in the house just now.

I don't want to leave, but I can't open my mouth and let my family carry me all the way back. Wait, can you open this mouth, the only remaining bit of sanity still prevails, forget it, don't scare people.

"Much better." After some consideration, Xiao Qi said softly. Ji Ran stood up almost immediately, Xiao Qi was still holding half a bowl of ginger soup in his hand, looking at him a little blankly,

"Eh, what are you doing" This night of horror, Ji Ran's own skin was open, most of the wounds were left by hitting the reef in the river, Xiao Qi seemed to be in good condition now, and the smell of blood on his body was not heavy, so there should be no serious injuries.

But she is not as rough and thick-skinned as herself, and even if it is a slight wound, she has to find someone to treat it as soon as possible.

"Let's go now." Ji Ran said with a frown.