Looking at Wang Li's hurried figure, Xiao Qingfeng shook his head speechlessly. After arranging the medicines he had gathered, and putting the tools in their place, he came to the East House.

Pushing the door in, the first thing that caught my eye was the little girl lying on the bed with her eyes open, her face was not so pale compared to when she left in the morning, but there was more vigilance in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I saved you, can you understand what I said?" I hadn't talked to such a girl for more than ten years, and Xiao Qingfeng was really a little unaccustomed to it for a while.

The little girl on the bed shook her head and nodded again. Xiao Qingfeng didn't understand what she wanted to express for a while.

"Forget it, you lie down first, I'll go cook first. "In this era, ordinary people generally eat two meals a day, morning food and food eating. However, Xiao Qingfeng, who has experience in his previous life, is not used to such a life. Three meals a day, that's what imprinted into his soul.

As soon as the meal was ready, Wang Li brought chicken soup. With the chicken soup and the food he cooked, Xiao Qingfeng brought it to the little girl and said, "Come and eat something first, your body is too weak, you have to make up for it." This chicken soup is stewed with authentic pheasant, and it is difficult for us to eat it on weekdays. ”

Smelling the aroma of chicken soup, the little girl's nose twitched, but her head shook.

"What do you mean, don't eat?" the little girl's movements made Xiao Qingfeng confused for a while.

The little girl shook her head again, then stared at her hands, and then looked at Xiao Qingfeng's hands.

"What do you mean?"

The little girl pouted at Xiao Qingfeng's hand, and then looked at her own hand, and her eyes blinked vigorously.

"You have a problem with your hand, tell me to feed you?" Xiao Qingfeng guessed.

The little girl finally nodded vigorously.

"You're really a big lady!"

glared at the little girl, but Xiao Qingfeng didn't refuse. In fact, he knew that the little girl's injuries were far more serious than he said, at least he didn't tell Wang Li about the little girl's internal injuries. It's not that they don't trust, it's that there's no need, and the affairs of the rivers and lakes or cultivators are not something that ordinary people can understand.

And just right, this little girl's cultivation should be not bad, at least Xiao Qingfeng is not sure to subdue her.

"Open your mouth, ah!" scooped a spoonful of chicken soup and fed it to the little girl's mouth, Xiao Qingfeng said.

The little girl was also very cooperative, and drank a spoonful of chicken soup with a blink of an eye. Then continue to stare at the steaming bowl of chicken soup.

"I'm really convinced. "For the first time in his life, Xiao Qingfeng is extremely unaccustomed to serving people like this, and he always feels awkward.

Spoonful by spoonful of the rice and chicken soup were fed to the little girl, and Xiao Qingfeng ate by himself. When everything is taken care of, it is already close to Haixu.

At this moment, ordinary people have long rested, but Xiao Qingfeng cannot. Meditating and refining qi in the morning and practicing sword and martial arts in the evening are his habits over the years. Master once said that if you want to attain advanced cultivation, talent and diligence are indispensable. When I came to this world, although I did not have the ambition to dominate the world and sweep thousands of armies, I also did not lack the dream of walking the rivers and lakes with a sword and drawing a sword to do chivalry.

Some of the basic swordsmanship moves are nothing more than splitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, striking, lifting, picking, chopping, intercepting, supporting, pressing, hanging, cutting, and teasing, pulling, piercing, pressing, clouding, wiping, racking, sweeping, belting, pumping, blocking, holding, pushing, rubbing, and twisting.

The Yuanyang swordsmanship practiced by Xiao Qingfeng was nothing more than these moves, but it focused on practicing the three styles of splitting, slashing, and pointing. And what is matched with the Yuanyang Sword Technique is a set of alchemy techniques called the Yuanyang Miaojing. The Yuanyang Sutra and the Yuanyang Sword Technique, as well as the Yuanyang Sword in his hand, are the most important things left by the master.

In addition to the ordinary moves, there are also three killing moves in the Yuanyang swordsmanship, which are called the beginning of the rising sun, the bright sun in the sky, and the clear sun. These three killing moves also correspond to the three styles of splitting, slashing, and pointing. However, I heard the master say that these three styles need to be comprehended, anyway, Xiao Qingfeng has not practiced any of them now. Of course, I haven't seen my own master practice.

insisted on practicing swordsmanship for an hour, Xiao Qingfeng endured his tiredness, sat directly under the ancient tree to meditate and refine his qi, and only returned to the room to rest after another hour. The effect of meditation after practicing the sword is only a little worse than collecting the morning sun purple qi, which is faster than the cultivation on weekdays.

Nothing was said all night.

Early in the morning of the second day, at midnight, Xiao Qingfeng got up again and began to meditate and refine qi. It was precisely because of his diligence and good qualifications that Xiao Qingfeng was able to cultivate to the middle stage of forging before he was fourteen years old. The forging realm is the practitioner's statement, and according to the Jianghu people, it is called the acquired realm.

After finishing the cultivation, Xiao Qingfeng personally boiled a bowl of medicine for the little girl to send her.

"I'm not going out to collect medicine today, just call me if you have anything. As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Qingfeng suddenly realized that the little girl in front of him was a mute, and what she said was in vain.

"Got it, you can do your own thing. Just as Xiao Qingfeng was about to speak, a crisp and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ears. And the person who made the voice was the little girl in front of him who he thought was mute.

"Aren't you dumb?" Listening to this obviously girlish voice, Xiao Qingfeng said in surprise.

"No, I just don't want to talk. The little girl glared at Xiao Qingfeng, her face showing obvious unhappiness.

"Oh, then you have something to remember to call me. In the face of such a willful patient, Xiao Qingfeng, as a doctor, was very helpless, she didn't want to speak, could she still force her to do it? And he felt that this little girl was not simple, and she was also very defensive of people.

As soon as one foot stepped out of the door, Xiao Qingfeng turned around and asked, "What's your name, and what will I call you in the future?"

"My surname is Nan, you can call me in the future - just call me Nan Lingxuan. The little girl paused.

Usually when he is fine, Xiao Qingfeng will read a book in his yard. Moving a chair to sit next to the ancient well with his back against the ancient tree is really a pleasure for him who likes to be quiet. The books he read were very miscellaneous, not only the medical books that the master asked him to read, but also some historical books describing the more than 2,400 years of the founding of the Great Chu Dynasty, and even some absurd mythological stories.

In his words, it doesn't matter what book you read, what matters is the process of enjoying it. The morning passed quickly, and in the morning Wang Li came over, and saw that Nan Lingxuan was okay and went back. I cooked and continued to read after eating.

Before a while, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, followed by Feng Kun's shouting: "Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, open the door quickly!"

"Squeak!" The courtyard door opened, Xiao Qingfeng saw a group of people dressed in silk clothes but obviously messy standing in front of him, the leader was Feng Kun, seeing his anxious face, he asked, "Brother Kun, happened..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qingfeng caught a glimpse of Feng Yuan behind Feng Kun who was being carried by two catchers, at this time Feng Yuan's abdomen was stained with blood, and his face was pale and he had passed out.

"Quick! Carry it into the house. Xiao Qingfeng hurriedly shouted, and went straight to his bedroom, and in a panic, put Feng Yuan on the bed.

Then Xiao Qingfeng drove out all the catchers except Feng Kun. Carefully cleaned up Feng Yuan's injuries, and then took out the silver needle for Feng Yuan's acupuncture, and after about a stick of incense, Xiao Qingfeng exhaled with relief and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Xiao Feng, how is my father?" Seeing Xiao Qingfeng stop, Feng Kun stepped forward and asked worriedly.

Xiao Qingfeng pursed his lips and replied, "Uncle Feng was injured in three places, one in the abdomen, one in the right arm, and the last one in the back. The injuries to the abdomen and back looked serious, and they were not actually critical, but the condition of the right arm was not optimistic. I'm afraid Uncle Feng won't be able to hold a sword in the future. ”

"If you can't hold a sword, you can't hold a sword, just save your life. Feng Kun also breathed a sigh of relief, as far as their kind of catching is concerned, it is rare to have the opportunity to retire.

"I'll prescribe a side medicine, you can let someone grab the medicine, I don't have any medicine for knife wounds here. Xiao Qingfeng said as he wrote down a prescription. Although he can also heal diseases, he is different from ordinary doctors, his main energy is still used for cultivation, so only people with good relationships will take care of it. This is also a habit that has been passed down from his lineage.

"Okay, I'll go. Feng Kun nodded and walked outside.

After Feng Kun left, Xiao Qingfeng cleaned up and walked out of the room. At this time, everyone outside was dismissed by Feng Kun, and only he was left standing alone in the courtyard.

"Tell me what's going on? Uncle Feng's martial arts are well known, and the people in the county who can hurt him can be counted on one hand. It is not easy to hurt Uncle Feng like this!" Seeing that there was no one around, Xiao Qingfeng asked.

"It's not Zhao Yuanwai's case yet. Yesterday, we ran around and finally found some clues, and then peeled back the cocoon, and finally designated the murderer as Zhou Orion in the west of the city. Early this morning, my father took us to get people, who knew that the Orion, who is silent on weekdays, is actually extraordinary, and my father injured him in order to protect us, and finally let him escape. Speaking of this, Feng Kun hated it with hatred, this was the first time he had faced such a fierce person.

"How do you know that the murderer is Zhou Orion's?" Zhou Orion, Xiao Qingfeng is not familiar with it, but he knows it. No one knows the real name of this person, anyway, he has always been called Zhou Orion. This person is also one of the people that Master emphasized not to provoke during his lifetime. It is said that he came to Fenglin County more than ten years ago and finally took root here.

A piece of jade pendant on his body was dragged off by Zhao Yuanwai before he died. Originally, we didn't know who the jade pendant was, but later Zhao Gongzi said that he had seen Zhou Orion bring it in an accident. Speaking of this, Feng Kun paused and continued: "When we went to fetch people this morning, before we could speak, he took the lead, and that's it. ”

"Then do you know where he fled to?" Xiao Qingfeng continued to ask, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Songbai Mountain has gone, and the county lieutenant has personally led people to chase him, and this time he can't escape. ”

Xiao Qingfeng pursed his lips and didn't express his opinion, but he remembered that his master had said before his death that Zhou Orion had a mysterious background, his strength was unfathomable, and he was very likely to be a cultivator. For such a person, with the cultivation of the county lieutenant in the late day after tomorrow, he wants to catch him, afraid of dead meat buns and beating dogs.