Chapter 238

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for some reason, he said such a sentence. After he reminded him, Jiang chenbi's face turned red and coughed twice. However, the man just refused to let her go. He leaned down slightly and gave a solemn salute. He said with a smile," good aunt, please tell me where my wife is? "

Jiang chenbi made a move to fight. Yan Yi said again, "tell me when you finish."

Now she couldn't do it any more, and she suffered a loss in her mouth. Her face was like a peach. Hate is not anger. She stamped her foot at last, "I tell you, that man's surname is Li, and his name is red! People are waiting for you to go back to the building after stopping cloud! "

The next day, Yan Yi took someone to Tianze department to deal with the matter. By the way, he took Du xuanheng, who was seriously injured, to Sanyin Pavilion. Jiang chenbi was worried about Du Xuanhe's injury. He also rushed to Sanyin pavilion to check. He happened to see Meng nianchuan taking medicine in yaoliao and knocked Nangong Jinyuan on the head. "I'm stupid. I can't teach you. Don't get in my way!"

Nangong Jinyuan said, "Hello, the private school teachers who have taught me all say that I am smart and talented. Is it because I don't know pharmacology or you can't teach?"

Meng forget Chuan sneer two, "are you sure it's not because they can't beat you?"

"... you!"

Jiang chenbi hid in the dark and suddenly laughed. The two men quickly separated, three feet apart. Their faces were full of disgust.

"Brother forget Chuan, don't always bully the second miss. You have taught so many apprentices. This is the most beautiful one. Patience is the most beautiful one." Jiang chenbi stands by the door and laughs. Meng forgetchuan angrily says, "she? She's not my apprentice, she's my ancestor! My ancestors

When Nangong Jinyuan saw Jiang chenbi coming in a hurry, he thought it must be something, so he retired. Jiang chenbi restrained his smile and said, "brother forget Chuan, you should know who I came for - how is my younger martial brother now?"

Don't mention good, a mention of Meng forget Chuan also changed his face, "I said, your younger martial brother in the end is what should not be provoked people? Do you know that even I was shocked when I delivered it? Gauze clothes are not gauze clothes, but ragged cloth strips hanging on my body, all bloodstained and implicated in the wound! What clavicle, shoulder blade, abdomen, limbs Light only bleeding dripping, deep is bloody, forest see bone. The wound was so full of... It was just... "

although I had heard Du xuanheng's injury in the dungeon, Jiang chenbi still frowned, and his heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand, and his hatred for Qu Danchen deepened.

One day, one day, she will have to knife this person, let him splash blood three feet, kneel in front of the master's spirit to apologize!

"Now he..."

Meng said angrily, "if people die, I don't need to talk nonsense with you, but - I beg you, grandma, don't send all these people who are in danger to me, OK? I'm a master of medicine, not Yama Laozi. If you let them die in my place, that would destroy my signboard

He was chattering, but he still took Jiang chenbi to luochenju. This place is located in a corner of the uneven hanging foot bamboo building, surrounded by bamboo forest, which looks quiet and secluded. In the green stone terrace courtyard, the wooden dustpan on the stone table is filled with all kinds of medicinal materials. On the side of the four medicine stoves, curling white smoke, several disciples in white are holding fans to simmer the fire.

Seeing Meng, they all stood up, "master."

"What about the man who came over yesterday?"

"Miracle doctor, I have brought the medicine you want." Without taking the disciple to answer, a clear and gentle voice came from behind. Jiang chenbi looked back, and a woman in plain long clothes was holding a large number of herbs. Her eyes were beautiful and dignified, and her temperament was out of the dust. She was led by four or five medicine boys with baskets and walked slowly from the bamboo forest.

Nangong Yizhu?

Jiang chenbi looked at Nangong. The woman in plain clothes also nodded to her with a smile, which made her confused. Meng nianchuan explained on one side, "your younger martial brother is hurt too much, and he sent it in a hurry. I still lack some herbs here, so Nangong government sent it here."

"So it is," Jiang chenbi suddenly realized. "Thank you very much, Miss Nangong."

"Master! Master... Master is not good! " A little apprentice came out of the inner room in a hurry. "Master, the young master who sent me yesterday... He and he... He vomited blood again!"

"What?" Meng, who was calm and self-sustaining, also changed his face, frowned and murmured, "it's impossible... I've already --" and stepped forward to pick the curtain to enter the room. A group of young apprentices quickly retreated to one side. Meng opened the plain smoke Luo bed curtain, raised his hand and clasped the man's wrist. For a moment, he was silent. His eyebrows gradually solidified and his mouth murmured, "yesterday will be stable." How is it that the disease of living has broken out again today? " Lift eyes a sweep, hastily drink a life way, "small four small five, quickly take my that sandalwood box in the silver needle, you several good lives carry to the inner room, that purple bead if boil well, then put on, quick!"

All the people in the house were busy making a piece of it. The one who took the medicine, the one who filled the soup, and two or three disciples carefully carried the comatose man into the side room. Jiang chenbi did not have time to think about it, so he followed in. He just watched the figures coming in and out, passing by in a hurry. The fists were tightly clenched all the time, and the roots of the fingers were white."What, girl," said a helpless girl in the ear, and the male voice broke his thoughts. "I know you are worried, but now the situation... Don't you avoid it? It's not convenient for men and women to be different... "

Jiang chenbi looked around in a daze, only to find that those unrelated disciples had already disappeared. The only ones left were Meng nianchuan and Sikong Ling, and a male apprentice. She was the only woman in the vast inner room. She was so embarrassed that she apologized and left.

In the middle of the courtyard outside the bamboo tower, there is a man on the small stone bench. Standing in the wind, he looks like a bamboo. It is Yan Yi.

"How is he?"

"I don't know."

"Who on earth did it hurt?"

“…… I don't know. "

Jiang chenbi only felt that this series of pressing questions was like breaking ice cream on her chest, spreading and grinding with cold and deep pain.

Yeah, she doesn't know anything.

In a trance, she seemed to be back in the fuluan sect again. When she first met Du Xuanxuan, she was only eight or nine years old. She was surrounded by a group of half grown children. Because he was white and thin, he was shy, and his family background was not prominent. Qu Danchen clearly knew that he was neither involved nor organized, but was just watching from a distance. She couldn't see it , a cloud breaking rune.

"What are you doing? How good are you to bully new people

The proud young man stepped forward slowly and pointed the crowd one by one with his haughty and delicate chin. "Wei manguan, I know you are a rich young master from Shangjing. You are a good man in your family. However, it is a fool's dream if you want to bully here with your dandy and unsophisticated Kung Fu. Give it to me if you don't believe it

The one named dare not come out.

"Li Muran, last time I remember that your little practice was 80th and 3rd. If you dare to back down one place tomorrow, I will write to tell master what you have done. Then you two will have a good talk in the back mountain. Don't worry, it's the scream of breaking the sky, and there's no movement outside."

Standing in the middle of a group of disciples, even said, cold sweat.

"Meng can, I happen to have a handwritten letter here. The handwriting is a little familiar. It was signed for younger martial sister xun'er. Do you think you redeem it yourself, or let the students from all levels see the literary talent?"

"No, brother Wuxian! I know I'm wrong. Do you know that you'd better tear down ten temples than destroy one marriage? "

After being called all over the place, most of them withered. Some people asked, "why did Wuxian help this person? It's unfair!"

"Unfair?" Wearing ordinary cloth clothes, but a pair of eyes like glass, the young man slowly stepped down the steps and walked arm in arm. "You group of people are aiming at a newcomer who has just started for a few months. Do you talk about fairness with me?"

The questioner was dumbfounded, but he was still unconvinced. Wu Xian grinned and showed a vicious little tiger tooth. As for why he helped him...

"three words, I'd like to."

He was her younger brother, and what he had done had not been told to her. I don't know if I dare not, or I don't think she can do anything about it?

The feeling of rebirth and powerlessness.

Du xuanheng naturally won't blame her. He can only say, "little sister, relax your heart. This is my destiny. Besides, it has nothing to do with you. Why should you blame yourself?"

But that's not the same! She has been reborn and has stepped on the hesitation and avoidance of the previous life. How can she still watch the people around her leave one by one, but she has done nothing? How can it be?

the original delicate and delicate surface appears strange and fierce, which envelops all the fine carved eyebrows and eyes in the haze. Jiang chenbi is very clear that his clear desire is to kill Qu Danchen.

Don't blame yourself? You can't blame yourself until you kill him.

When the door of the bamboo tower opened, she suddenly looked back. However, a disciple with no look on her face, rushed to the backyard with a washbasin on which she could not tell the color, and there was thick and dazzling blood in the basin.

One more, one more.

In vain, Jiang turned her back and closed her eyes. Gradually emerged day and night opposite scenes, as if in the heart scattered a silver needle.

"Girl," suddenly a clear Ling male voice, leaning against the door, looking a little tired, "come in."

On the other hand, there are four kinds of tea plants on display.

Two people sit face to face. Meng has no words. He holds the teapot in his hand like gelling fat. He slowly pours two cups of tea and pushes one cup forward.

Jiang chenbi couldn't tell whether he was worried or helpless. He called out, "brother forgetchuan" clasped his wrist and his eyes were burning. "What's going on? You You can say it directly. I'm really afraid of that. "

Meng nianchuan's wrist turned and broke free, and a smile appeared on his face, saying, "girl, it's rare that you are so anxious, but it's not for Yan Yi. If he knew, how could he be disappointed? "Jiang chenbi raised his hand and poured the tea into the mouth.

"Don't be kidding. You clearly know that these two people are different... Besides, depending on the relationship between you and my master, this is his disciple! Even if you are not for me, but also for my master with spirit under the spring... "

" well, listen to me. "

Jiang chenbi is staring at him with a pair of glass eyes, as if a word is the judgment of life and death.

Meng forgot Chuan's smile, Su Rong said, "dugongzi's life can be saved. It's just that the wound is too heavy. I don't mention the skin injury. My internal power is disordered and my muscles and veins are damaged. Now I'm weak and can't bear the domineering property. I had to treat the wound slowly with warm herbs. However, it delayed the recovery of meridians. I'm afraid it was... " Slightly a meal, looked at the face of the opposite person, sighed softly.

"I'm afraid I can't practice martial arts any more."