At three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone left the towering peak, led by He Chengfeng, and took a detour to an officially planned highway, slowing down the pace in the direction of Sushi.

Walking to the gas station, Zhuo An told them to go into the supermarket to rest for a while: "It will take at least ten hours for the convoy from Suishi to come, we are not in a hurry, and we will move forward when we have enough spirits." ”

"Okay." They find a place to sit.

Chi Yue leaned against the wall in poor spirits, his fingertips fell on his right temple, and he rubbed it in a circular motion.

Perhaps because she hadn't slept well last night, her temples hurt so badly that it was like a sharp needle was pricking.

"Yueyue, do you have a headache?" Wen Qizhou, who was about to feed her water, frowned when he saw her movements.

Chi Yue made a muffled "um" sound.

Finding that the rubbing didn't have the slightest effect, and it still stung, she wilted and lowered her hand: "Help me get some painkillers." ”

She couldn't stand it anymore.

She had been patient on the road before, thinking that it would be better to relax, but she didn't expect it to hurt more and more now.

Wen Qizhou opened the zipper of his backpack, rummaged through and found acetaminophen, and was about to break a pill, when he was suddenly stopped.

"It's a medicine that is three parts poison." Ming Zhang withdrew his hand and walked to Chi Yue's side: "I'll just press her." ”

He pressed Chi Yue's Yintang acupoint with his fingertips, pushed it up to her hairline, and then down to the bridge of her nose, repeating it back and forth forty times, and then covered the acupuncture points parallel to the back of her head and earlobes, and pressed hard a few times.

The pinprick seemed to sting, and Chi Yue's tortured nerves were finally relieved in the process of compression.

She looked at him admiringly.

While praising him for his awesomeness, he re-tied the ponytail tied behind his head: "Master Ming, do you still know Chinese medicine?" ”

"Well, I learned it when I was young." Ming Zhang sat back in his place, moistened his handkerchief with water and wiped Xun Song's little flower face.

"How long have you been studying?"

"Five or six years."

"You're so hidden." Xie Changxiao sighed: "Are all Taoist people so strong? Not only can draw talismans, but also martial arts and traditional Chinese medicine, a proper big treasure. ”

Ge Qinyao: "Indeed. Her eyes flickered, and she glanced at Yun Qi: "I thought that only Xiao Qi knew how to heal." ”

"I learned it from my master." Yun Qi, who was lying on the backpack, couldn't hide his pride: "He is also very good at needles." ”

"Acupuncture?"

"That's right, Xun Song was cured by him."

"What kind of illness is Xun Song?"

"Facial paralysis." He mentioned that when he met Xun Song for the first time, the other party was lying in swaddling clothes, crying with a crooked mouth.

Chi Yue had guessed their backgrounds.

Now that they know from the side, they all know very well that they were "sent" to the Taoist temple, and they have some bad feelings in their hearts.

However, Xun Song still grinned and added: "The master said that Xun Song was wrinkled when he was a child, and he was always drooling. ”

"Crumpled is cute too." Chi Yue's way of expressing pity and affection was to give candy, and she took out a handful of colorful fruit candy from her pocket and asked Wen Qizhou to hand it to them.

Wen Qizhou gave them half of each.

Xun Song, who got the candy, said "thank you" softly, and then poked his head and asked Chi Yue: "Have you seen the photos of Xun Song before?" ”

"Nope."

"Then Xunsong will find it for you."

He found a photo album and pouted his ass and moved it between her and Wen Qizhou, showing them a picture of him and Yunqi.

The photos were all taken by Ming Zhang.

Yun Qi and Xun Song in his lens are sometimes funny and sometimes cute, and every frame is full of warmth.

"It's so good." Wen Yaxian took a closer look, and couldn't take her eyes off it: "The little unicorn still has snot bubbles." ”

Yunqi: "......"