All morning, the fawn was reading.

At ten o'clock at noon, while waiting for the medicine to cool, the mother-in-law was talking about how her little grandson went up the tree to dig out bird eggs, and was bitten by Yefeng and embarrassed, which made the little deer laugh, and the wanton laughter like silver bells was heard by the master Xuanyuan and the two disciples outside the door.

Buzhi pushed the door in, and when he saw someone coming, Xiaolu immediately suppressed his laughter.

Xiaolu saw Buyan walk in with two people, one was a middle-aged man of medium height, wearing a dark dark cloud pattern brocade robe, his hair was hairpinned by a dark hairpin on the top of his head, his face was slightly dark, his eyes were deep and deep, and he couldn't see any expression on his face, but he was extremely majestic and cold, which made people dare not make a mistake in front of him.

Xiaolu concluded that this person must be an unstained master, the true martial saint god of war of the Heavenly Clan, --- Xuanyuan, she was anxious to stay and salute, only to see Xuanyuan stretch out his palm and make a stop move, Xiaolu had to stay on the couch, bow his head and salute respectfully: "Thank you master for saving your life!

Xuanyuan looked at the deer on the couch and smiled slightly in response.

"Little girl, you can't call master, you have to be respectful or true monarch", a white-robed young man behind Xuan Yuan corrected.

Xiaolu followed the prestige and saw clearly that the young man who spoke and Bu Ran were wearing the same white robe, older than Bu Ran, tall and burly, with a square face, bright eyes, and a very calm and old man.

"Yes! It's the fawn who is rude," the fawn hurriedly bowed his head and apologized

"Ah, Xiaolu, my master and senior brother are specially here to visit your injuries, you better lie down first", Bu Yan interjected at the right time to break the embarrassment, he was very well-behaved and orthodox in front of his master.

Xuan Yuan turned his eyes to signal that he was not stained, and from the box he brought, he took out a rolled cloth bag. The cloth bag was opened, and while the two rows of silver needles were neatly arranged, Xuanyuan took out a silver needle and turned to face the fawn.

Seeing the silver needle, the deer's body shook unconsciously twice, his face suddenly turned red, his eyes stared at the silver needle in Xuanyuan's hand, his mouth was vague, and he shouted indiscriminately: "Don't, don't use this, master...... No", Xiaolu was so frightened that she completely forgot what Senior Brother Buzhen had just reminded, and she still shouted to Xuanyuan Master.

The fawn shouted, her whole body trembling, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her face.

After living for hundreds of thousands of years, Xuanyuan is a knowledgeable god, he understands that the little girl is a faint needle master, so he said slowly: "The silver needle is to seal your muscles and veins, otherwise...... It will hurt to change the dressing."

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, it hurts, beg the master, don't ...... Yes!", the fawn shuddered, eager to beg.

This scene was seen by Buzhen, the senior brother and the mother-in-law, and their brows wrinkled unconsciously, and sympathy rose in their eyes.

Xuanyuan put the silver needle back into the cloth bag and began to reach out to untie the medicine cloth in Xiaolu's left hand, and the square face wanted to step forward to help, but he blocked it back with his hand.

As the outer layer of the cloth was opened, she saw that the inner layer of the cloth was sticking to the wound with blood and medicine, and every time she uncovered a piece of adhesion, bright red blood would flow out, and the fawn would tremble in pain, but she bit her lower lip and didn't snort.

Xuan Yuan glanced at the fawn, and from the sweat flowing from her head, he knew that the little girl was in pain. After removing the medicinal cloth, Xuanyuan gently helped the fawn scrub the wound, and after that, he smeared the wound with ointment to let the fawn be re-bandaged.

Xuanyuan motioned to the square face and the unstained, and continued to untie the medicine cloth belt on the left leg of the fawn, after removing the splint, Xuanyuan took over, and saw that the medicine belt was oozing with pus and blood, so he carefully uncovered the medicine belt layer by layer, and the fawn could see that Xuanyuan's eyebrows were wrinkled, and when the last few layers were removed, it was adhesion again.

By this time, the fawn had bitten its lower lip in pain, and it was trembling uncontrollably. Seeing that the little girl was in such pain, she looked at her suppurated leg, and thought that she would need to dispose of the carrion with a knife for a while, and concluded that the little girl would not survive no matter what.

Looking at the little girl who was still holding on, Xuanyuan's eyes deepened a little, and with a wave of his sleeves, he knocked the deer unconscious.

The medicine cloth on the leg was all taken off, the wound had suppurated, and there was black dead carrion, and the white bones could be seen at the wound, and the tragic situation was really shocking!

Xuanyuan cut off the necrotic flesh with a knife, carefully cleaned the wound, checked and confirmed that the muscles and bones were not bad, applied ointment and re-bandaged, wrapped three or four layers, and handed it over to Buzhi to continue to complete.

Xuan Yuan straightened up and stood on the edge of the couch, wiping his hands with the wet towel handed over by the eldest apprentice, while looking at the bandage. His eyes swept to see the half-open bamboo slip above the unconscious little girl's head, and he knew what she was reading, because the apprentice had already reported it to him.

"Who is the little girl?", who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and I have never heard of any deer clan, and the origin of the little girl with extraordinary manners lingers in Xuanyuan's heart like a mystery, and he has an indescribable concern for this girl.

Xuanyuan naturally didn't know at this moment that there would be more incredible things to happen to this little girl in the future......

Day after day, two months passed, and the fawn was able to walk on crutches.

The last time Xiaolu saw Master Xuanyuan was half a month ago, and that time he just pressed the wound and left. Although changing the dressing will still be as uncomfortable as being tortured, after all, the pain is getting lighter and lighter. Bu Dye said that the muscles and bones are healed very well, and there should be no disability left without accidents, which makes Xiaolu still happy in his heart.

The fawn likes to sit at the table in the courtyard outside, where he reads a book or thinks nonsense, and often stays for most of the day.

The courtyard is surrounded by several rows of weak bamboo, and through the sparse bamboo, you can faintly see the mountain gate. Facing the mountain gate is a large gray-white stone with natural black-green stripes on the stone, which is just right to block the view of the beginner. From both sides of the stone entrance is a large field paved with gray stone slabs, behind the field is a stone bridge with a wide jade railing, and there are two narrower stone bridges in the distance, and five stone bridges are erected on top of the jade fence, presumably there is water under the fence. Behind the white bridge in the middle is dozens of steps, on the steps is a big platform, the main hall of Xiyi Xianfu stands on this platform, the main hall is simple and solemn. Xiaolu guessed that behind the main hall, it should be the place where the masters and apprentices lived.

Except for her mother-in-law taking care of medicine and food, Xiaolu basically can't see anyone else. Bu Dye came to change the medicine for her once in three days, and left after changing the medicine, the two were already very familiar, and often said some jokes and jokes out of tune.

During the period, she changed books several times, and Xiaolu found that some books she was very familiar with, such as "The Book of Nine Immortals", etc., she could memorize them backwards, obviously she had memorized them in the past.

Xiaolu doesn't understand why he can still remember these esoteric books, as well as writing and other skills, and no one can ask about it, so that Xiaolu often falls into trouble......

"Gotta get well and find the greenbird. Xiaolu secretly decided in her heart that she couldn't live like this, she wanted to find her family, and she wanted to go back to her home......

Except for reading and being in a daze, the fawn has nothing else to do. One day when she was tired of reading, she muttered a few words on a piece of white silk, "I didn't come to chase the deer, but I lost the heavenly spirit platform." No one can speak the same language, waiting for the plum blossoms to bloom".

Later, the white silk was seen by Buzhi, and he was really taken aback, not for the poems, but for the good calligraphy that soared and flowed. Bu Yan asked Xiao Wu for it, saying that he wanted to learn to copy, and if he had always been ghostly and narcissistic, and he didn't have a proper shape and no tune, Xiao Lu didn't care about it and didn't think much about it, so he gave him the white silk.

When he was too bored, Xiaolu also took out the flute book and studied it, and even guessed that he could understand five or six points, and he couldn't try to practice without a flute. Xiaolu thought to himself that his food, shelter, and healing were all in Xiyi Immortal Mansion, and it was not good to make trouble again, so the idea of learning the flute was put down.