Yan Ming squatted at the door worriedly, and when she saw Mu Dian coming, she quickly greeted her like a savior, and said, "Girl, you are here." ”

Mu Dianke asked as he walked, "Has Qingxiu come back?" ”

"Not yet."

Mu Dianke thought that it would take a lot of effort to get to Asimu, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth. With the strength of his feet, he did come back one step ahead of himself, and then asked, "Hasn't the Holy Lord taken the medicine yet?" ”

Yan Ming nodded: "When the Holy Lord came back from Mrs. Su, he locked himself in the study and did not allow anyone to enter. ”

As soon as the words fell, the bodies of the ghost Ruo and the ghost who were guarding the door moved, Mu Dianke's eyes were cold, and the two lowered their heads and took a step back.

Mu Dianke said: "You go and bring the medicine in." ”

Smoke and tea should run away. Mu Dianke walked like a fly, went to the study, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he felt a strong wind coming towards him, and a low stool flew out of it.

Mu Dianke flashed sideways, and the low stool slammed into the door panel with a "bang", directly smashing a big hole in the door, and the stool body split and bounced open in all directions.

Jin Yanchen raised his head from the shadows, saw that it was Mu Dianke, and lay back without saying a word, most of his body fell into the chaise longue, silent and decadent.

Mu Dianke closed the door, walked in and sat down beside him, but did not speak.

She had also experienced times like this, and understood that at this moment, any words of comfort paled.

Jin Yanchen didn't need anyone to comfort him, nor did he need anyone to encourage him to cheer him up. He just wanted to escape a little when the cruel past struck. Just like a wounded lion who wants to hide in a cave where no one licks his wounds, he just wants to hide in a corner where no one sees and indulge for a moment.

All she can do for him is companionship.

Just like the night Qiao Yuze died three years ago, she sat with him on the vast desert Gobi, drinking spirits one altar after another. Although the pain could not be reduced, at least he knew that he was not alone on this lonely and difficult road.

She also understands his suffering, and is willing to share it with him.

The windows of the study are tightly sealed, the light is dim, and everything in the room can only be seen in the silhouette of shadows. Jin Yanchen's tall body disappeared into the darkness, so quiet that he could only breathe.

After opening his mouth for a long time, his voice was also hoarse, and he no longer had the domineering momentum of the past: "After the banquet in Dingfeng Building, Xu Younan discussed with me and made the things of the year public, and I agreed." But I didn't expect him to add that part of yours as well. I didn't know about the teahouse beforehand, so I didn't inform you. ”

In all fairness, Xu Younan did not make a mistake in this matter. He didn't report it to Jin Yanchen in advance, because the process of waiting for the knife to fall was far more painful than directly stabbing it.

As for the part where Mu Cangping set the fire, it was better to add it without Gabi, what did she have to mind?

"It doesn't matter. There are some things that you don't have to face if you don't say them. ”

Jin Yanchen said: "When I was young, I always felt that you were delicate, afraid that you would knock, afraid that you would fall, and afraid that you would cry again if you were not careful." Now I know that you are actually stronger than me. ”

Mu Dianke said: "I'm not strong either. I know you're just tired and going to get through it. ”

Jin Yanchen stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "Yes, I have survived the most difficult times, and there is no reason why I can't hold on now." He said, "I just took a nap and dreamed of Xiao Qi again." ”

"What did you dream about?"

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"I dreamed that when I was little, I took you two to climb a mountain. When you first arrived at the top of the mountain, the sun came out, and you and Xiao Qi were so excited that they yelled. Then...... That's nice. ”

Mu Dianke said softly: "Yes, that's good." I also dreamed of my seventh cousin, and I dreamed that he turned into a cloud and was still grimacing at me in the sky. ”

Jin Yanchen smiled: "Xiao Qi said that he envies the clouds in the sky the most, free and easy, and can go wherever he wants." Did he tell you about it too? ”

Mu Dianke shook his head: "Maybe his dream has come true, give me a dream." ”

There was a knock at the door, a soft, pause, and two taps.

It was Yanming who sent the medicine.

Mu Dianke got up, took the decoction in, stirred it well, and handed it to Jin Yanchen.

"Take the medicine, Xiao Qi is watching from the sky. There is still a lot to do to take care of your body. ”

Jin Yanchen has the same habit of taking medicine as Mu Dianke, and he doesn't know who learned whom, he doesn't like to use a spoon, and he is used to drinking it all in one go.

The temperature of the medicine was just right, not hot, Jin Yanchen took it, raised his head and poured a large bowl of soup and medicine.

Mu Dianke took the bowl and put it aside, and said, "If you can't reach it quickly, we still have a lot of time, so don't worry." ”

She was referring to Jin Yanchen's sword practice and customs clearance.

Since the establishment of the Jin family knife, only the founders of the sword technique, Jin Pengzu, Jin Zhenyue, and a grandfather named Jin Huanrong have practiced to the last level of the Great Perfection, and only half of those who have successfully advanced to the ninth layer.

It's not that the descendants of the Golden Gate are not talented enough, but that the Jin family's sword technique is too domineering, and each move must be supplemented by corresponding exercises. If you don't have the skill, you will only hurt yourself if you forcibly cultivate.

When the elders of the past generations teach the knife technique, they will deliberately suppress the process of the juniors' knife practice, and they are not allowed to advance.

For example, her second uncle, Jin Luanjie, was extremely talented in the comprehension of the knife style, but because he was not diligent in practicing the exercises, he was always pressed by Jin Zhenyue on the seventh layer, and he was forty-five years old when he died, and he was unable to go further in the knife technique.

Some strengths can be gained by relying on talents, such as comprehension, combat skills; And there are some that must be accumulated over many years before they can be thick and solid, such as practicing the necessary internal force exercises of the Jin Family Knife.

Jin Yanchen is twenty-three years old this year, and no matter how diligent his cultivation is, it is too reluctant to break through the ninth level.

When Jin Yanchen heard Mu Dianke's words, she knew that she had seen Asimu. After a moment of silence, he said, "If I hadn't been injured because I was helping you block the formation, would you still care about me?" ”

Mu Dianke was slightly stunned: "Of course it will." I don't care about you, who else cares about you? ”

Jin Yanchen only felt that the sharp pain in his heart was soothed by this spring breeze-like sentence, and said: "I don't know why, I can endure it for so many years in the desert." As soon as I entered the Central Plains, my mood became impatient. ”

As if assurance, he added, "I'll pay attention to it later." ”

He had a terrible headache, his limbs were sore, and he had a fever. Mu Dian can ask Yan Ming to bring cold water, apply it to his forehead, and ask Asimu to prescribe a dose of antipyretic medicine that he doesn't want to wash.

Jin Yanchen took the medicine, the person was groggy, and said, "I want to sleep for a while." There's a book over there, and if you want to read, light the lamp, and I'll be able to sleep. ”

Mu Dian knew that he was proud and unwilling to keep it. In fact, he was too lonely and wanted someone to be with him.

Smiled and said, "Okay." I just want to read a book, too. ”