Shen Langren had not yet arrived at the master's residence, and the senior brother Yan Weiran had already received the news and was waiting for Shen Lang halfway.

The last time my brothers and sisters saw each other was more than four months ago. Shen Lang felt a little embarrassed when he saw his senior brother coming to greet him, he hurriedly ran up a few steps and said to his senior brother:

"Senior brother, are you busy this time? Master, there is no big problem with his old man, right?"

Although Lao Zhao had already introduced him just now, he still took the initiative to ask the senior brother, and the senior brother always knew better.

He also knew that Senior Brother didn't talk much, and maybe he couldn't tell what the situation was.

Sure enough, the senior brother replied:

"I'm tired. There is no big problem with the master, he is thinner than the original. Senior brother sent Shen Lang away with sixteen words.

The two went side by side to the door of Master Qing Xinzi, Yan Weiran gently called "Master" twice, and Qing Xinzi replied peacefully:

"Come in. ”

Yan Weiran pushed the door in, Shen Lang stepped into the threshold, and saw that the master was sitting in front of the window reading a book, and his body was much thinner than before.

I couldn't help but have moist eyes, my knees were weak, I knelt behind my master with a "plop", and I called "master" in my mouth, and tears were already pouring down.

Qing Xinzi heard Shen Lang's voice, turned around and saw Shen Lang kneeling in front of him, quickly stood up, helped Shen Lang up with both hands, and said in a loud voice:

"The prodigal son is back, it's good to come back, why are you crying? ”

As he spoke, he pulled Shen Lang to the chair next to the table, sat down with him, and then smiled at Yan Weiran:

"Did you let Shen Lang eat? We have already eaten, if we haven't eaten, let's get something to eat first." ”

"Master, I've eaten outside, don't work brother, I'll talk about it in the evening. ”

Shen Lang stretched out his right hand and wiped his tears and said.

"Since the junior brother has eaten, I will arrange for someone to cook dinner earlier, and the master and junior brother will eat together for a while. ”

Yan Weiran heard that his junior brother had already eaten, so he made arrangements for dinner.

At dinner, Qing Xinzi asked Shen Lang about the past few months, and Shen Lang described the whole process to the master and brother in detail.

Since then, Shen Lang has served his master every day to take medicine and assisted his brother in taking care of everything in the Snow Mountain Sect.

During the day, he practiced and meditated, and at night he meditated on the task assigned by the master - to improve the swordsmanship of "Yanqing Eighteen Waves".

As soon as he has an experience, he writes it on paper, and every three or five days, he discusses with his master and brother about his mental and swordsmanship he has learned, and dismantles and practices with his master and brother.

Every week, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect are summoned to the practice ground, let the disciples show themselves, and then practice, and finally Shen Lang points out the shortcomings and mistakes of the disciples one by one, and asks the disciples to correct them in the classroom, and every half month, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who are smart and diligent in practice are summoned to explain to them the inner strength of the Snow Mountain Sect and the more profound swordsmanship.

On the basis of the previous one, the Snow Mountain Sect has undergone tremendous changes in all aspects.

Unconsciously, Shen Lang has been back for more than three months.

In the previous month, the master's spirit and spirit had improved significantly, but the careful Shen Lang found that from the second month, the master's spirit and spirit were declining again.

Especially when the master and he dismantled the "Yanqing Eighteen Waves" swordsmanship, after two or three moves, he was a little exhausted, he was very tired, very tired, he was out of breath at every turn, he was out of breath, his diet began to decrease, and his body began to lose weight again.

Shen Lang asked his senior brother and his master several times, but he didn't get a satisfactory answer.

Shen Lang pondered:

"Could it be that the senior brother and the master hid the illness from me, the master did not have this disease, but had other diseases, but I asked him to take medicine for another disease, which had no effect, not to mention, it was very harmful to his body.

As the saying goes, 'medicine is three parts poison', I didn't become the murderer of poisoning my master?

But this situation is impossible no matter how you put it, could it be that the medicine that Ah Yuan and Ah Lin gave me is a fake drug, or this medicine is an inferior product, not a really good medicine.

This is also unlikely, for I am on good terms with them on the island, and I am kind to both of them;

Could it be that I was transferred to this medicine on the road, and people exchanged fake medicine for people's real medicine, but thinking about it carefully, on the road, it is needless to say that Ah Cheng has not touched my salute on the sea, and no one has touched it in other places, which should not be possible.

What's even more strange is that the master's body has improved in the first month, the same medicine, the same amount, the same dosage, why the effect does not work later?

The master's medicine was served by me personally, and no one else came to mix it, so the medicine was placed in my room, and it was impossible for anyone to do other small actions;

The master's work and rest are also very regular, and there is no abnormality, and the practice is also unremitting. What is the reason for this?"

These questions kept appearing in Shen Lang's brain, and he couldn't figure it out.

In fact, all of Shen Lang's inferences were not wrong.

There are two kinds of people in the world who are incurable, one is that the vital organs of the body have major lesions, damage and aging failure, and the other is that there is no love in life, there is no life in life, and there is only death to be liberated.

Now Shen Lang's master belongs to both situations.

His heart valve itself needs to rest, but he still insists on practicing, and he can only meditate, but he cultivates both inside and outside, which aggravates the lesion of the heart valve; he is old enough, and the heart with the disease ages faster and fails faster;

As Qing Xinzi, seeing that the two beloved disciples were by his side, the Snow Mountain Sect was getting better day by day, he was very satisfied with all this, he had nothing to love, he had looked down on everything, and he knew very well about people's life, old age, sickness, and death.

He was taking the medicine, and he knew the illness on his body.

The pain in his chest tormented him, and for several days he could not sleep normally, and he kept his eyes open all night and waited for the dawn, even if he meditated and practiced, he could not suppress the pain, and several times, his heart was like someone was gouging, stirring, and stabbing with a sharp weapon, and he was sweating all over his body, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and neck, and after a while, his clothes and sheets were wet.

He knew the deadline was not far off.

After dinner that day, he went for a walk in the back mountain as usual, and then returned to his lodging to meditate for an hour.

After meditating, he called Shen Lang and Yan Weiran to his residence, made a cup of tea for each of them, and said to the two with a smile:

"This is the Mengcha picked by the teacher on the top of the snow-capped mountain this year, and the two of you taste it. ”

"It's so high, when did the master go?"

Shen Lang looked at the master who was happy today, and he also asked with a smile.

"On the third day after you set off to the South China Sea, the master went alone for three days to pick and came back.

I asked people to accompany him, he said that ordinary people can't go, and they can't stand it, I said I will accompany the master, and the master said that I can't leave the snow mountain. In the end, he went alone. ”

Senior brother said so many words relatively rarely, introduced the origin of tea to Shen Lang, took a sip of Mengcha, and added:

"At that time, I was also worried, and the master said that he was fine. ”

Master Qing Xinzi nodded slightly beside him, looked at Shen Lang kindly and said:

"Why didn't you drink it? Try it and see how it tastes. ”

Shen Lang picked it up and took a sip. The mouth can't stop complimenting:

"Good tea, master, you will take me to pick it next year. We picked a little more and came back, and everyone had a drink. ”

"Next year...... the master paused and continued, "next year you will go to pick by yourself, and I will not accompany you next year." ”