Martial arts shop, Jiang Ping went with his father Jiang Buqi, there are a lot of medicinal materials, and even a variety of martial arts cheats are also a lot, but his father Xin Buqi said that they are all ordinary classics, which usually attract some idle people who have no money and power, and there are not many useful things.

Jiang Ping didn't have the heart to go, but he didn't want to upset Zhao Wenjun's interest, so he nodded and didn't object.

Indeed, as Xin Buqi said, there was nothing too valuable, and the three of them lost interest after turning around, and returned to the county prince's mansion.

In the inner hall of the county prince's mansion, Zhao Cheng pounded more than a dozen porcelain bottles, mixed various liquids, and then poured them on an iron rod, like iron juice poured on ice, making a clattering sound.

"Daddy, are you preparing the medicinal soup?" Zhao Wenjun said in surprise.

"Daddy is preparing a potion that can open books, and this potion can corrode fine iron! I finally bought a prescription from a samurai shop, hoping to be useful. Zhao Cheng didn't look back, and continued to study the medicine in his hand.

Jiang Ping stepped forward and saw a prescription on the table, on which were written various medicinal materials, marked with weight, proportion, reaction, steps, and other information.

"Samurai, we also went, but we didn't get anything. Zhao Wenjun pursed his lips, unwilling.

Zhao Cheng laughed, "Of course, you two children will not be taken seriously if you go, and what treasures can you get." Seeing that the two children were unhappy, he said, "Your Uncle Jiang is in the secret room, you go to find him, I don't know what good way he has gotten." ”

Jiang Ping and the others nodded.

Now everyone is wandering around "Xianji", trying to find a way to open the book.

The two came to the secret room and found Jiang Bu sitting on the ground, pushing forward with his palms, and the book hanging in front of his palms was in the air.

"Could it be that my father wants to use his internal force to open the book?"

"It shouldn't be, the things of the immortal family will definitely not be easily opened by martial cultivators with internal force, unless it is a ninth-level martial artist! There are too few ninth-level martial artists, and they should have special abilities. With his father's cultivation, he is too far away from a ninth-level martial artist, and he shouldn't be able to open it. ”

Jiang Ping thought secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, Jiang Buqi put away his palms in disappointment, and the suspended "Xianji" fell abruptly, and was caught by Jiang Buqi with one hand.

"Ping'er, where did you two go?"

"Dad, we went to Zixia Temple, and halfway through, we came back after exhaustion. Jiang Ping replied honestly. Since he was a child, he has been in awe of his father Jiang Buqi, and he never dares to joke when he speaks in accordance with the rules.

"Oh?" Jiang Buqi nodded, "You guys stay here for a while, and when it's almost time to get to the unitary, remember to go home and take a medicinal bath." ”

After speaking, he put "Xianji" on the ground and turned to leave.

Zhao Chengxin did not abandon several people to reach a consensus, this book must be left in the secret room, not carried out, if three days later can not find a way to unravel it, the book will be sent to the master of the house.

Jiang Ping respectfully sent his father away, and then exhaled.

"You, seeing your father is always like a mouse seeing a cat, why are you so afraid of him?"

Zhao Wenjun shrugged his nose and grimaced at Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping smiled.

"You don't understand. My father was a cautious man who taught me harshly. Every time I got sick, he was very nervous, for fear that something would happen to me. ”

"Every time I take a bath, I will use my internal force to help me pat my body, stimulate the medicinal power, and moisturize my body. After doing this, my father's whole face was pale, and then he crossed his knees and ran the mental method to restore his internal strength, and he sat for three or four hours, which showed how much internal force was spent for me. ”

"I can still buy the medicinal herbs that my mother used to make medicinal meals, but there are a few flavors of medicine that my father makes for bathing, and whenever the stock is exhausted, he has to go to the mountains to collect medicine, and sometimes he will bring back injuries...... But he never talked about the mountains......"

Thinking of a time when Jiang Buqi came back, he was so tired that he fainted to the ground, Jiang Ping's heart trembled, and he respected and respected his father Jiang Buqi.

Zhao Wenjun never thought that Jiang Ping's father would work so hard for his son.

"In the future, you will still have me. ”

Zhao Wenjun couldn't find too good words to comfort him, so he had to wipe away the tears in Jiang Ping's eyes.

For a long time.

......

"Hey, it's so light, I thought it was a heavy guy. Jiang Ping took "Xianji" in his hand, and suddenly felt that the weight of "Xianji" was about the same, or even worse.

"Yes, it's so light, it's not so easy to open, it's more stone than the stone bricks on the city's head. If it hadn't been for the usefulness of it, I would have slashed it with my sword, and if it was still vigorous, what do you say, Derpy...... Ahh

Zhao Wenjun's eyes widened, and when he saw that the "Immortal Base" in Jiang Ping's hand was opened by Jiang Ping, he immediately exclaimed: "Nerd, you opened it! Haha, why did you open it?"

"Hey, don't close it, what if you can't open it?" Zhao Wenjun snatched the closed "Xianji", but found that the writing was like copper cast iron, and it didn't move at all.

I can't open it again!

Zhao Wenjun's eyebrows furrowed, and his face was angry: "Look at you! I won't let you close it, I can't open it, I originally wanted to find a way for you to cultivate in the book, but this is good, the boiled duck flew." ”

Jiang Ping looked at her with a smile, and he was not angry, as if he was watching a performance.

Zhao Wenjun saw Jiang Ping looking at her intently, and his anger disappeared in an instant, turning into shame. In the end, it is a girl, and her body develops earlier than that of boys, and she knows some things about men and women in her heart.

"This nerd's eyes are so bright, like two stars, the people who look at them are hot, uh, why are my cheeks so hot, hmm! Isn't he sick? Hey, what is he going to do, what is he going to do when he reaches over? Die open and die!" Zhao Wenjun reprimanded in his heart, but his body did not dodge.

"Hmm, the nerd's hands are so cold, just to cool down the cheeks, well, it's so comfortable......"

Jiang Ping stretched out his hand to caress Zhao Wenjun's face, stretching her frowning brows, for some reason, he felt that Zhao Wenjun's cheeks were hot, and secretly thought in his heart: Isn't it sick, but it was fine just now.

"Wen Jun, Wen Jun, what's wrong with you?

Jiang Ping has followed Jiang Bu Qi since he was a child, and he has been involved in medicinal materials, medical science, pulse diagnosis, and pharmacology, and he has become a good doctor after a long illness.

"It's not floating or sinking, it's not big, it's not too small, the ulnar pulse is sinking endlessly, and there's nothing wrong with the pulse. Jiang Ping frowned.

In the end, he is still a ten-year-old child, and he knows very little about men and women, how can he know that Zhao Wenjun was provoked by him like this, and he thought that Zhao Wenjun really had a physical problem.

Zhao Wenjun was embarrassed, threw "Xianji" in Jiang Ping's arms, and said angrily: "It's all you! If you can't open it, you also brought it on yourself!" After speaking, he turned around and didn't dare to look at him again.

Jiang Ping didn't know why she was angry, but she knew that she was anxious for herself, looking at Zhao Wenjun's back, her heart was full of emotion, in the past few years, Zhao Wenjun cared more about herself than herself, and spared no effort to search for martial arts that could be cultivated, not thinking that her body was poor, she couldn't practice martial arts, she didn't think she was a joke in the whole Wen'an County, she just wanted to change herself, let herself live longer, and never count the return.

Zhao Cheng promised not to mention the divorce, if Zhao Wenjun brought it up, with the arrogance in his father Jiang Bu's heart, he would definitely not agree. But Zhao Wenjun didn't, and he never gave up on himself.

Jiang Ping's heart was surging, he felt that his eyes were slightly moist, and slowly walked forward and gently hugged his thin waist behind Zhao Wenjun and hugged her in his arms.

"Wenjun, thank you for your hard work. ”