Zhou Shuning and Song Shu took the two of them straight to Song Shu's courtyard.

Behind him, a group of disciples looked at each other.

Disciple A scratched his head: "Senior sister and Young Master Song are this?" ”

Disciple B: "Entertain friends! ”

Disciple A scratched his head and multiplied two: "Is it so urgent to entertain friends?" ”

Disciple B: "It's not like I haven't seen you for a long time!" ”

Disciple A scratched his head and multiplied by three: "Okay (○Д○)"

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……

Jiang Qingyu knew that Song Shu and Zhou Shuning were in a hurry, so they didn't show off, and when they returned to the courtyard, they took the jade box containing evening primrose leaves.

The evening primrose was raised by the master to develop spiritual wisdom, and now it is a talking grass, and Jiang Qingyu grinded it for two days to get two yellow leaves.

It says that if it is a drug, these are enough.

Evening primroses, like ordinary spirit grass, also have yellow leaves and periodically fall off, but they generally collect the leaves they shed and store them as fertilizer.

The evening primrose she brought back from the auction had lost its leaves before, and it didn't have the medicinal power of two thousand years.

These two pieces were raised by the master for more than half a year before they fell off, a total of three pieces, and Jiang Qingyu exploited two pieces.

Zhou Shuning took the jade box with trembling hands and put it into Song Shu's arms, crying with joy.

"Great, with it, Shizun will be able to refine the Heart Replenishing Pill for you......"

Song Shu had tears in his eyes, his old illness was finally cured......

"Thank you, thank you really......" he hugged the box, his teeth chattering with excitement.

Jiang Qingyu looked at the pair of crying and chirping childhood sweethearts, and sighed: "What's the use of verbal thanks, it's better to get better quickly and take me and my senior brother to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect." ”

Zhou Shuning quickly wiped away the tears hanging from her eyes, and left in a hurry with the jade box: "I'll go find Shizun!" ”

Song Shu still maintained the posture of holding the jade box, laughed out loud for a while, his emotions calmed down a little, and solemnly thanked Jiang Qingyu: "Thank you, the grace of saving your life, there is no way to repay it, if you need Song Shu and the Song family in the future, I will help in the name of the young master!" ”

Jiang Qingyu smiled at the corner of her mouth and said jokingly: "Then you can remember this favor, and you will have a chance to return the favor in the future." ”

Song Shu sat in a wheelchair, and performed the gentleman's courtesy to the greatest extent, and his face that had been bedridden all the year round without seeing the sun was extremely pale and firm: "Definitely!" ”

The smile on the corner of Jiang Qingyu's mouth deepened, but it did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

The Dan Fang of the Heart Replenishing Pill has been left behind for thousands of years, which shows that no one has refined it for thousands of years, and it is still a question whether it can be successfully produced.

The progress of success is only half of the progress, and the reason why she asked Song Shu to promise her in advance is just to draw a big pie for him and use favors to contain it.

Now I can only hope for Zhou Shuning's master, the valley master of Qingling Valley.

"Xiaoyu's sect is in Dongzhou, and it will take a day and a night to trek from Dongzhou, so you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll have someone bring some, so you can rest here for a while and sit down. ”

Song Shu maintains a gentle gentleman's temperament all the time, even if he is in a wheelchair, he can't let him abandon it, it is really as gentle as the breeze and the moon.

He took out the message that the sound transmission jade brought to him, ordered him to eat, and Jiang Qingyu took Song Shu around the courtyard.

Song Shu is worthy of being a supreme member of Qingling Valley, and the small courtyards where he temporarily lives all have independent gardens and kitchens.

Qingling Valley is full of spiritual energy, the fragrance of elixir is everywhere, and there are a lot of spiritual grasses that relieve depression in the courtyard of Song Shu, the taste is elegant and rich, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Jiang Qingyu walked around twice and saw a lot of precious varieties, and these precious varieties were planted together with some ordinary flowers and plants.

Good guy, as casual as the master.

Seeing that Shizun planted vegetables and spiritual grass together, Jiang Qingyu quickly accepted this setting.

Song Shu's little servant was quick with his hands and feet, and after a while, he came into the garden with food, put down the dishes and walked away neatly, not talking much and quietly.

This is the upbringing of a large family, and even the small houses are so well-behaved that they cannot be compared with some small households.

Song Shu rolled the wheels of the wheelchair, "Taste it, these dishes are the characteristics of Xizhou and Nanzhou, and the time is a little rushed, so I picked a few representative ones." ”

Jiang Qingyu tasted it and refreshed her meal: "Your chef's skills are so good!" ”

Tang Yuan tasted it and nodded approvingly: "It's just a little worse than a scholar." ”

As he spoke, he picked out another chopstick.

Jiang Qingyu: ......

It's obviously delicious, the scholar's brother's dishes taste spicy, because his beloved wife likes to eat spicy, and the dishes picked by Song Shu are obviously light, and they can only be said to have their own merits.

"You went to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to participate in the sect competition?"

Jiang Qingyu swallowed the green bamboo shoots in his mouth elegantly, and nodded: "Well, the master said that our sect has been silent for too long, and outsiders have forgotten it, so I specially asked my senior brother and I to compete for the first place in the big competition, and play with the glory of the ancestors." ”

Song Shu was silent for the first time in a long time.

After a while, he coughed lightly: "Well, so how many people are there in your sect?" ”

Jiang Qingyu was slightly sluggish after hearing this, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and counted Song Shu's fingers: "One master, two senior brothers, three second senior brothers, four third senior sisters, five fourth senior brothers, and me, a total of six, and the rest...... Well, they count as dependents! ”

That's right!

The fourth senior brother brought back the five poisons, as well as the sister-in-law Mei who brought back the sect from the ghost domain, the scholar brother, and a group of little ghosts are all family members!

Book of Song: ......

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

He thought that there were fewer people, but he didn't think that there were so few.

Jiang Qingyu saw that his expression was abnormal, and said, "Master said, the number of people in the sect is not too expensive!" I think so too. ”

After that, pick up the chopsticks and continue eating.

Song Shu couldn't help but laugh at her remark that it was not expensive, but after thinking about it, he nodded approvingly: "Well, it makes sense." ”

After Su Ling's real person Peach Blossom Valley and his party, when he returned to the valley, he took the law enforcement elders to thoroughly investigate the disciples in the sect, and he really found out dozens of undercover evil cultivators!

If there are fewer disciples in the door, everyone knows the roots, and it is difficult for undercover agents to lie down.

Therefore, from this point of view, what Master Xiaoyu said is indeed right, and it is quite avant-garde.

It seems that Master Xiaoyu is a transparent senior!

Unconsciously, Wu Lingjun's status in Song Shu's heart suddenly became much higher.

Jiang Qingyu didn't know any of this.

Eating and sleeping silently, this has never been done in Jiang Qingyu.

Song Shu usually talks to Zhou Shuning from time to time when they have dinner, and the two of them have a chat with each other, only the soup that says the dishes are okay and someone eats happily.

Jiang Qingyu once again ate to support his stomach, took out a bottle of anti-appetite pill, and gave himself a Tang Yuan to swallow one by one.

"Your chef's skills are really good, they are comparable to Zuixianlou." Jiang Qingyu, who was full of food and drink, said lazily.