At the same time, Mt. Less.

In the backyard of Shaolin Temple.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door of a side room was gently pushed open, and a young man in white, holding a silver flute in his hand, walked out of the door.

Blinded by the blue sky overhead, the young man in white stretched out his arms and moved his muscles.

This young man in white is none other than Shen Wuxian!

"Well, it seems that the injury is recovering quite quickly, and I don't know how Xiao'er is now..."

After recuperating on the bed for a day, and now that he can finally get out of bed and walk around, Shen Wuxian is worried about Xiao'er in his heart.

It's just that I haven't seen each other for a day, but in my heart, I miss it very much.

"Amitabha... The little monk asked his uncle for peace..."

In the courtyard, the cloth-clothed monk who was cleaning the ground, saw Shen Wuxian walking out of the wing, and hurriedly clasped his hands together and saluted respectfully.

"Little master, don't be polite... By the way, do you know where the girl who came to the Shaolin Temple with me is now?"

Seeing this, he also folded his hands and saluted, and then looked at the cloth-clothed monk, Shen Wuxian asked with a smile.

"Back to my uncle, the female donor is resting in the courtyard next door..."

Hearing what Uncle Shi asked, the little monk in cloth replied respectfully.

"Thank you..."

Hearing this, knowing that Xiao'er was in the courtyard next door, Shen Wuxian nodded, and couldn't wait to pace away.

"Amitabha..."

Seeing that the master and uncle left in a hurry, the little monk in cloth said a Buddha noise, and continued to clean the ground.

After a while, I came to the backyard next door.

I saw that the wooden door of one of the wings was ajar.

Seeing this, Shen Wuxian immediately walked over quickly.

Fang just came to the door, looked through the crack in the door, and saw a haggard girl lying on the bed in the side room, it was Xiao'er!

At this moment, Xiao'er's hands were wrapped in medicinal cloths, holding a bowl of medicinal soup in her hands, and she was struggling to eat.

Because her hands were wrapped in a medicinal cloth, Xiao'er couldn't pick up the soup spoon in the bowl, and wanted to hold the medicinal soup to eat directly, but her hands couldn't hold it, and the medicinal soup accidentally spilled on her body.

Seeing Xiao'er like this, his heart was very painful, and Shen Wuxian immediately pushed open the wooden door and walked into the room.

Now Xiao'er will become like this, all because of herself!

"Brother Shen!"

On the bed, seeing that the door was pushed open, Brother Shen, who was thinking about him, walked in, and Xiao'er showed joy on her face.

In fact, yesterday, after he woke up, he learned from a monk that Brother Shen had been saved by the Juekong Divine Monk and had no worries about his life.

Although he was relieved, he couldn't help but want to go and see Brother Shen.

But Brother Shen has just reshaped his muscles and veins, and he needs to cultivate well, so he must not disturb him.

Moreover, now that his hands are wrapped like this, he doesn't want Brother Shen to worry about himself, and he doesn't want Brother Shen to see his ugly appearance.

So, Xiao'er suppressed the longing in her heart and stayed alone in the room.

"Xiao'er... It's Brother Shen who is sorry for you, and it has affected you..."

Quickly walked to Xiao'er's side, took the medicinal soup from her hand, and Shen Wuxian said distressedly.

"Brother Shen, you're not sorry for Xiao'er... All of this is Xiao'er's willingness..."

Hearing this, she quietly put her hands into the quilt, and Xiao'er smiled sweetly.

Even if it is for you to live and die for you, Xiao'er is willing!

"Silly girl, what are you doing hiding your hands?"

I was very moved in my heart, and when I noticed Xiao'er's small movements, Shen Wuxian said softly.

"Brother Shen... The monks said that even if Xiao'er's hand is good, there will still be scars... Since then... Xiao'er's hands will be ugly... Brother Shen, will you dislike Xiao'er?"

Hearing this, Xiao'er couldn't help but bow her head and asked in a choked voice.

"Silly girl, how could Brother Shen dislike you, your injuries are all because of me... Well, I drank the medicinal soup..."

Seeing Xiao'er's depressed expression, Shen Wuxian reached out his big hand, touched her head, and then took the medicinal soup and fed it himself.

"Really! Brother Shen, you really don't dislike Xiao'er?"

Hearing what Brother Shen said, he raised his head, his red lips opened slightly, and he drank a sip of medicinal soup, Xiao'er asked happily.

"Well, really!"

Nodding, he blew a spoonful of Chinese medicine soup and handed it to Xiao'er's lips, and Shen Wuxian replied affirmatively.

"Hee-hee... Brother Shen is the best!

Obediently drank the medicinal soup, Xiao'er smiled happily, then pursed her red lips and frowned.

"Silly girl, this is called good medicine and bitter mouth..."

Blinded Xiao'er, her eyes were full of tenderness, and Shen Wuxian chuckled.

"Brother Shen... Is Xiao'er dreaming?"

Meimu looked at Brother Shen tenderly, and Xiao'er suddenly murmured softly.

At this moment, Brother Shen was feeding himself medicine, and the tenderness in his eyes was clearly visible to him.

I'm really happy, so excited, it's all like a dream.

"Hehe... Brother Shen told you that you didn't dream..."

Hearing this, and understanding what Xiao'er was thinking, Shen Wuxian put down the medicinal soup and gently stroked Xiao'er's cheek with his big hand.

In front of her, feeling the warmth of her palm, Xiao'er's eyes gradually became wet and red.

The next moment, Xiao'er threw herself into Brother Shen's arms and hugged his tiger waist tightly.

"Hee-hee... It's real, it's not a dream..."

Zhenshou leaned on Brother Shen's chest, Xiao'er closed her beautiful eyes and muttered happily.

"Xiao'er, do you remember that night, Brother Shen's promise to you?"

No longer hesitated, no longer struggled, hugged Xiao'er into his arms, and Shen Wuxian asked gently.

"Well, Xiao'er remembers, remembers it for the rest of her life..."

Raising her head and looking at Brother Shen with beautiful eyes, Xiao'er replied happily.

"Xiao'er, from now on, Brother Shen will definitely live up to you..."

The four looked at each other, and Shen Wuxian's eyes were full of determination.

With that, the big hand caressed Xiao'er's cheek, lowered his head, and Shen Wuji's lips kissed her red lips!

Seeing this, the deer in her heart collided, hugging Brother Shen tightly, Xiao'er closed her eyes, and tears of happiness slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Brother Shen, do you know that at this moment, Xiao'er is so happy...

...............

At noon, in the hall of the Daxiong Treasure of Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, in front of the huge golden-bodied Buddha statue, the three monks of Juekong and the brothers of the master were all there.

"Amitabha... Uncle Shi, what should you do to let your disciple do this?"

Turning the Buddha beads in his hand, looking at his uncle, the abbot sighed.

Hearing this, the monk closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, without saying a word.

"Alas... What do you think of this matter?"

Seeing that the senior uncle was silent when he recited the scriptures, the abbot looked at the two junior disciples and asked in a loud voice.

"This..."

Hearing what the abbot asked, Grace and Xian glanced at each other, and then looked at the uncle, both of whom looked embarrassed.

"Amitabha... Brother Abbot, the state has national laws, and the temple has temple rules... Thou shalt not disobey..."

Then, after a moment of silence, the two long white eyebrows trembled, and Master Xian read softly.

Hearing this, after a pause in the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, the monk Juekong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes swept over everyone, and then he closed his eyes again and continued to chant the Buddhist scriptures.

"Amitabha... Senior Brother Abbot, follow the rules of the temple..."

Seeing that Uncle Shi had been silent, he clasped his hands together and said helplessly.

"Uncle Shi, this is a temple rule, please don't blame..."

Hearing what the two junior disciples said, he stopped the Buddhist beads in his hand, looked at his uncle, and the abbot shook his head and sighed.

...............