The sun rises in the east, and the vigorous air that erupts dispels the darkness and illuminates the foyer.

Young people's wounds always heal faster.

These were the exact words of the ghost doctor, and they were also what he told Zhou Anjing.

Zhou was noncommittal and invited the ghost doctor to sit down and drink tea with him.

Tea is good tea, it is the tea of an old tea tree on the top of Chaoyang Mountain, just a little bit a year, less than two or three catties, it is really more expensive than gold.

The water is good water, the mountain spring of Wudao Mountain in Shu is sweet, pure, and it is a first-class good water for making tea.

None of these things could be drunk by Zhou Buying, in fact, it was not something that his identity could afford to drink.

Then these things were naturally given to him by Zhang Wenli.

The ghost doctor looked at Zhou Buxing making tea, squinted his eyes, smelled the aroma of steaming tea in the air, and muttered in his mouth, "It's good to be young." ”

Zhou Buxing smiled, washed the tea, put a cup of tea in front of the ghost doctor and made a "please" gesture.

"I'm good at my craft. This is the ghost doctor's evaluation of Zhou Anjing.

Zhou Bu quietly watched the old doctor drink tea, and he finally showed a rare smile of genuine joy like a lion.

The ghost doctor ignored him, and continued: "That kid's injury is surprisingly fast, ordinary people are stabbed in the heart by the sword, and it is estimated that they are still lying on the bed and can't get up, and they can't see the wind." But the boy was now able to get out of bed and walk around, and the windows were open day by day, and he did not look weak or cold, but was as strong as a cow. ”

"It's not just a little over a month now, even if that kid is a hidden master, it can't be so good in such a short period of time. “

"In fact, a true master doesn't get hurt easily, but when he gets hurt, he usually doesn't get better. ”

"Three years ago, the Chengtian Guan Taoist in Taishan Prefecture did not resist the strange thoughts of those old monks, and after more than 40 years of hard work, he still couldn't suppress it and died. “

"He is obviously a master, even if he dies, his corpse is a treasure, and someone dares to steal the corpse with the idea of being an enemy of Chengtianguan. “

"So I don't think this kid is suspicious. ”

A sentence that does not match the preface and afterword, others will only feel ridiculous and completely illogical.

But Zhou uneasy understood.

So his hand still didn't tremble uncontrollably after all, and a cup of tea spilled on his lap.

"You mean......" Although there was no one around, Zhou Uneasy still lowered his voice, involuntarily, "He is a person with a 'destiny'?"

The ghost doctor was noncommittal, still drinking tea.

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

Drink a cup of tea to the end, put it down, and fill yourself with another cup.

Looking at the empty appearance on the other side, he shook his head and muttered, "The young man still can't hold his breath." ”

is also restless, as well as Chen Yuanyuan.

He asked to be helped by Li Guotao to the window to watch the rising sun.

"I didn't expect Zhang Wenli to be a person who knows literature and reason, I heard that Uncle Ye's shop is now being taken care of?"

"Although I have tried my best to avoid it, but it is still healing too quickly, I am now in the dantian qi sea is about to dry up, I really didn't expect that the things in this dantian are not moving, and Xuanzhi does not listen, but at this moment, it is extraordinarily active. ”

"I'm afraid they're starting to get suspicious. ”

Li Guotao listened carefully, then smiled and said, "Don't worry about this, they will find an excuse for this." ”

Chen Yuanyuan didn't ask any more.

For he saw a woman walking outside the window.

Originally, Chen Yuanyuan could have said the words "the country is fragrant, enchanting but not charming, elegant and romantic", but Chen Yuanyuan felt that the evaluation was too long.

I wanted to pull two sentences of Tang and Song poems, but unfortunately I was poor in words and couldn't find them.

So Chen Yuanyuan just praised it: "What a beautiful sister." ”

Li Guotao raised his eyebrows, revealing a strange expression that would never appear on the scholar's face, and said, "What a beautiful Ding." ”

But the woman obviously wouldn't hear it, because she couldn't hear it well.

So she walked like that, as if in her own garden, casual and careless, her long red hair fluttering in the morning breeze, her robe sticking to the curves, and her bare feet, step by step.

I didn't even look at the two men by the window.

This made Chen Yuanyuan a little frustrated, and said, can't I see the woman who is short.

Looking at Chen Yuanyuan, who was a little childish at this time, Li Guotao finally smiled.

"Since the bellflower was seriously injured that day and abolished the shadow beside Zhang Wenli, and rushed out of the circle arranged by Zhou An's trouble, there has been no master by Zhang Wenli's side. ”

"So there is no way, and because he provoked such a behemoth as the 'Wushuang Palace', the 'Tingfeng Tai' had to send his own master to protect him. ”

"The third son of the dignified prince naturally doesn't have such a little power on the surface, the one you just saw is the famous bounty hunter in the rivers and lakes, Juan. ”

"This name ......" Chen Yuanyuan twitched his lips, expressing his dissatisfaction, and Li Guotao continued: "It's just a code name." ”

Then Li Guotao said, be careful.

The words are a bit slow.

Chen Yuanyuan has seen the "big river surging" in Hanzhong, which gives people the feeling that it is a long sword, a big river rushes through the silt and breaks the embankment, and it does not stop for thousands of miles.

It's powerful, but it's called a pseudo-potential.

Chen Yuanyuan has always wondered why it is called a pseudo-potential.

Today, Chen Yuanyuan finally knew.

You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning. This is Li Bai.

The angry waves of the Yellow River came from day to day, and the sound was like thunder. This is Wen Tingyun.

The water of the Yellow River is boundless and deep, and it does not know how many thousands of miles it comes from. This is Father Gongtai.

The Yellow River falls into the sky and walks through the East China Sea, and thousands of miles are written into the chest. This is still Li Bai.

The Yellow River came west to break Kunlun, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate. This is a Tang poem

The Yellow River touched the mountains for thousands of miles, and the vortex hub turned into Qin mines. Or the Yellow River.

When Chen Yuanyuan saw that sword intent, he knew why.

"This is the real river surging and pouring into the ocean. This is Chen Yuanyuan said.

He had never seen such a rough river, he had never seen such a turbulent river, he had never seen such a wanton flow, unstoppable arrogance.

A dragon that roared from the sky.

A river that flooded the city and broke through everything.

You can see the destruction from there, you can also see Li Bai from there, you can also see Wen Tingyun, and Gong Tai's father.

"What a river, what a sword intent, what a 'big river'!"

"What a flower protector of the Peerless Palace!"

What a handsome and beautiful man who came to the sky and brought the river down.

It's also a beautiful woman who closes her eyes and flicks her fingers.