When Mrs. Jiang heard the news, she sent the well-spoken Jiang San Lady to inquire about Jiang Cheng'er's condition.

Jiang Sanniang exaggerated, and went back to tell Mrs. Jiang that Jiang Cheng'er was very sick and might be dying.

Mrs. Jiang calculated, as long as Jiang Cheng'er swallowed her breath, she would think of taking the money that Jiang Cheng'er earned into her own hands.

Jiang Cheng'er drank the bitter decoction for two days in a row, but she still didn't get better.

Liu was so anxious that he stayed by his daughter's side at night, wiping his tears vigorously.

Somehow, she felt her head get confused, and there was a faint smell of something unusual in the air.

Liu didn't have time to think, his body was crooked, and he fell asleep on the kang.

Jiang Cheng'er was comfortably soaking in the hot spring when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her, and someone was coming.

I don't know if it's a man or a woman, no matter what, bathing first.

Han Baichuan walked over from the depths of the woods, and he dug up a few flowers and plants, wanting to move them to the front of the bamboo house. He inadvertently glanced at the hot springs, and through the curling heat, he looked at Jiang Cheng'er.

Jiang Cheng'er's heart thundered, and a trembling panic flashed, and she secretly pinched her leg hard, restraining the fear that came out of her heart with pain.

Jiang Cheng'er squeezed out a smile on her face and shouted at him happily: "Master! ”

Han Baichuan's footsteps froze, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and looked at her seriously.

Under the steaming heat, her little face was red, and her eyes were clear and agile as if they had been washed with water.

The corners of her lips are slightly raised, the smile on her lips seems to have a moist luster, and her small mouth is as red and full as cherry blossoms, which is coveted.

Han Baichuan swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and his heart beat rapidly.

He quickly looked away, Fang Jue stared at a girl who was bathing like this, it was very inappropriate.

Jiang Cheng'er said again, "Master, I had an illness and my brain is not good, so I forgot to go to greet you today." Master, you wait for me, I'll come to you after I'm done. ”

Han Baichuan heard it clearly now, Jiang Cheng'er did call him "Master".

Hey, when did he become her master, he never confiscated his apprentices.

What's wrong with her, is she joking with him, or is she really in a bad head?

Han Baichuan's scrutinizing gaze fell on Jiang Cheng'er's face, not letting go of the slightest change in her expression.

Jiang Cheng'er's fingers pinched the flesh on her thighs so that her expression would not collapse.

She tilted her head and said innocently, "Master, you can help the apprentice rub his back, the apprentice can't reach it." ”

She could say anything, and almost immediately, Han Baichuan raised her feet and walked away, leaving Jiang Cheng'er with a cold back of refusal.

Jiang Cheng'er let go of her hand, gasped, lowered her head and pulled up her swimming trunks and looked at her thighs, uh, she was pinched up a piece of purple red by herself.

After Jiang Cheng'er finished bathing, she mustered up twelve points of courage and walked towards Han Baichuan's bamboo house step by step.

Although she had adjusted her mood and prepared herself in the hot spring, she was still uncontrollably frightened as the distance got closer.

The bloody image rushed into her mind, constantly stimulating her sensitive nerves, and the tip of her nose seemed to smell a strong smell of blood.

She is not a female killer with strong martial arts, just a delicate little village girl who yearns for a leisurely pastoral life.

She had always felt that blood and carnage were far away from her, but now they had suddenly broken into her life, leaving an indelible shadow on her heart.

She admits that she is too weak, that she is desperate for her life, and that she must find a way to save her life.

This mysterious man lived in seclusion in the countryside, deliberately concealing his identity, and he eliminated all the enemies he pursued, killing them all with a sword. He has strong abilities and ruthless methods, so he has no intention of staying alive.

And she knew his secret, although he let her go that day, but he couldn't tell when, he would kill her when he was upset.

She didn't dare to gamble, she had to find a way to get rid of this ticking time bomb, and the only thing she could think of now was to pretend to have amnesia.

Whether he believes it or not, she has to give it a try, she is a person who will try to seize the glimmer of opportunity.

Fortunately, he planted flowers outside, so she didn't have to go into the bamboo house where the tiger had changed.

Jiang Cheng'er paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and slowly approached him, feeling that every step was like stepping on the tip of a knife, in a pool of blood.

In a short distance, a layer of cold sweat oozed from her back.

Jiang Cheng'er stopped behind him, gritted his teeth, and said respectfully: "Master, the apprentice has come to greet you." ”

Han Baichuan turned his head and looked at Jiang Cheng'er fixedly, his gaze was as sharp as an arrow, as if it could pierce Jiang Cheng'er's skin and penetrate deep into the bone marrow.

Jiang Cheng'er's scalp was numb, and she tried her best to control herself from shivering, because of the need to salute, she lowered her head slightly, and her eyes drooped, just covering the panic and uneasiness in her eyes.

Han Baichuan quickly wrote a line of words on the ground with a wooden stick: I am not your master.

"Master! Master! What did you do wrong, don't you want to be a vain? Is it because the suspect has been sick for many days and didn't come to greet you? I beg the master to forgive me, so that the disciple will not get sick in the future. Jiang Cheng'er pretended to be surprised, and her tone was childish.

Hearing her last sentence, Han Baichuan felt quite funny, and joked: It seems that you are really stupid, mistaking the master.

"I lost my memory after my illness and forgot everyone but you." Jiang Cheng'er's soft gaze fell on his face, and he said very seriously.

Han Baichuan's eyes lit up slightly, and her heart fluctuated, she said that she forgot everyone and only remembered him.

"I clearly remember that you are my master, teaching me to learn martial arts, I am too stupid, and I am often punished by you." Jiang Cheng'er continued.

Han Baichuan comprehended, daring to love this cunning little woman who wanted to come to learn martial arts from him, no wonder someone called him "master".

How could he believe that she had forgotten about her family and still remembered him. What's more, she mistakenly remembered that he was her master, which in itself was ridiculous.

Jiang Cheng'er also knew that he wouldn't believe such a far-fetched implant, but she still planned to try.

Yes, she wanted to learn martial arts, and from the moment she met the gangsters who blocked the way, this idea came to her mind. This thought intensified when Muramasa's house was besieged.

After this illness, she realized the importance of health and that the best way to exercise and protect herself is to learn martial arts.

Jiang Cheng'er looked up at her palm-sized face, blinked her big fawn-like eyes, and her voice was sad: "Master, I dreamed of you in my deepest dream. I've been here late at night. ”

Jiang Cheng'er's words were embedded in Han Baichuan's heart word by word, like countless pebbles falling one after another, stirring the ripples in his heart lake.

Han Baichuan actually had the urge to open his arms and take care of Jiang Cheng'er in his arms.

At this moment, he just wanted to dispel her horror and soothe her sorrow.

Such a weak girl, how did she muster up the courage to run and knock on the door that night, completely putting her own life and death out of the question, just because she was worried about his safety.

Jiang Cheng'er said pitifully, "Master, I will be obedient in the future, don't you want me, okay?" ”

Han Baichuan stood still, it seemed that 10,000 years had passed, he finally nodded, and replied with a word on the ground: Okay.

Jiang Cheng'er was overjoyed, jumping three feet high with joy, "Master, don't you drive me away!" Master, You are so good! ”

Looking at the bright smile on her face, sweeping away the haze just now, Han Baichuan couldn't bear to tell the truth.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally wrote down a line.

After Jiang Cheng'er saw it, the smile on her face instantly froze, as if she had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar.

"Master, you're joking with me, aren't you?" Jiang Cheng'er asked with a trembling voice.

Han Baichuan shook his head, his eyes were solemn and sincere, without the slightest hint of jokes.

Jiang Cheng'er read the line of words on the ground word by word: You are a waste of martial arts training.

Practicing martial arts waste, which means that she can't practice martial arts!

All the hope on Jiang Cheng'er's face was replaced by disappointment, and she was extremely sad.

Looking at the sadness and sadness surging in her eyes, Han Baichuan couldn't bear it, but he had to tell the truth.

After a long while, Jiang Cheng'er raised her head and said without giving up, "How can Master conclude that I am a waste of martial arts training?" Maybe you're out of sight, you might as well let me practice martial arts and give it a try, maybe I can. ”

Han Baichuan also hoped that he was blind, and he motioned for Jiang Cheng'er to stretch out his wrist.

Jiang Cheng'er took a few steps closer nervously, rolled up her sleeves, and revealed a slender wrist.

With such close contact, the fear of him surged in Jiang Cheng'er's heart, her arms trembled slightly, and she gritted her teeth to steady.

Han Baichuan hesitated for a moment, and gently rested his fingers on Jiang Cheng'er's wrist acupuncture points.

The warmth and smoothness coming from his fingertips, a slight hint of familiarity, and the scent of her hair made him feel a little uneasy.

He stared intently, slowly testing the pulse around her with his internal force.

The skin on Jiang Cheng'er's wrist is whiter than on his face, but it still forms a clear contrast with his hand, and it is completely two shades.

Look at where his hands look like dancing knives and swords, he is clearly a pampered young master. The problem is, he doesn't stay at home all day without basking in the sun, but often goes out hunting, and the wind blows like the sun, why is it still so white?

Looking at his face again, he is as white as porcelain, bullying frost and snow, and his skin is so tender that it can be broken.

I really don't know how he maintains it, maybe people are born not to tan and are angry with the sun.

Envy, jealousy and hatred, Jiang Cheng'er thought wildly, distracting the panic in her heart.

Han Baichuan looked at Jiang Cheng'er's bright gaze, and after probing the pulse, he withdrew his hand and sighed helplessly.

Jiang Cheng'er was immediately in a state of high tension and looked at him fixedly.

Han Baichuan shook his head, and added eight words behind "Waste Materials for Martial Arts Training": The meridians are not smooth, and the roots and bones are too poor.

Jiang Cheng'er's eyes darkened, and her little face suddenly turned pale, and she was incurable.

Is she so bad, she feels that her physical condition is quite good, and he seems to be terminally ill by him.

"So, I can't practice anything, can't I practice the internal skills of fighting cattle across the mountains, and the light skills of flying eaves and walking on the wall?"