Demon King and Concubine

Chapter 8: Entering the Mountains to Collect Herbs (2)
It turned out that a few days ago, Duanmujing practiced kung fu and went astray, her internal energy was scrambling in her tendons. It was night, and her father didn't know where he was drunk. Yuan's internal energy wanted to help him calm down, but in the end, even her own internal energy was disturbed by him.

Originally, this was not a very dangerous thing, because now people are young and their skills are still shallow. Even if they strayed from the practice and got a little crazy, at most they would be injured, and they would recover after a few days of cultivation.But as soon as Duanmu Tian joined in, the situation suddenly became dangerous.

At that time, she didn't know what was going on, the Taiji Heart Sutra from her previous life memory automatically popped up in her mind, and she started to practice along with it, but she didn't expect that the chaotic inner breath actually calmed down a little bit.

She has learned many kung fu from all over the world in her previous life, but the most important thing is ancient Chinese martial arts. It's just that she practiced for many years in her previous life, and she just strengthened her body with powerful moves. She never practiced the legendary in the internal force.

Internal force, that is something that exists in legends and martial arts novels. It was not until she was reborn in this world through time travel that she discovered that this kind of thing that she had always thought of as a legend actually existed.

After that, she practiced with her brother every day, and soon discovered that combining the Tai Chi Heart Sutra with the exercises they had practiced a long time ago could speed up the internal force in their meridians. In comparison, it has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

What a surprise!
In the silence, there was a sudden "bang" sound as if something fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The brother and sister in the room couldn't help but stop, looked at each other and ran out the door.

This voice was extremely familiar to them. In the past six years or so, they could hear it every now and then, and sometimes it was continuous.

When they ran out of the room, they happened to see the new son-in-law who seemed to be startled by the voice, standing there a little helpless. When they saw them running out of the room, they subconsciously turned their heads and looked over.

Duanmutian didn't even look at her and ran directly to the door of the bedroom on the other side of the main room, pushed the door open and walked in, but Duanmujing nodded politely to her, and then followed her sister into the room .

As soon as they entered the room, they were greeted with a smell of alcohol, and what they saw was the same as what they had seen almost every day in the past few years.

Duan Muzheng sat drunkenly on the ground with the wine jars in his arms, beside him "Gululu" rolled several empty wine jars, and another one fell to pieces on the ground.

He sat curled up on the ground, lowered his head and muttered something, as if he didn't notice anyone coming in at all.

Duanmu Tian frowned, but she didn't say anything, she just walked over and knelt down beside him, reaching out her hand to remove the wine jar from his arms.

His arms suddenly gathered and hugged the wine jar even tighter. He didn't speak, but moved his body to the side, as if wanting to let his daughter take his hand from the wine jar.

"Daddy, it's already very late. Uncle Xinzi is still in a coma outside. I don't know if there will be any changes. Let's drink this wine tomorrow."

She has never stopped her father from drinking, perhaps because she clearly remembers what happened when she was just born, so whenever she sees her father like this, she only feels sorry for him, how can she bear to drink away her sorrows? The opportunity was also deprived of him?
Although it was even worse to use alcohol to drown her sorrows, but she felt that her father's heart had long since died. If she didn't get herself drunk and unconscious, she would only be more sad, and maybe even...

He hurriedly shook his head to shake off this sudden terrifying thought, grabbed the wine jar in his arms and tried to grab it, but his voice softened unconsciously, and said: "Daddy, it's already dark already , Come here first today, let me help you go to bed and rest?"

He still hugged the wine jar vigorously, and struggled a few times when he heard the words, but Duanmu Tian also held onto the wine jar firmly, and Duanmu Jing stood beside him, not coming up to help.

Dad has always only lost his temper with his younger sister, so now only his younger sister can do this. If he goes up, there is no guarantee that his father will directly throw a wine jar at him.

After a stalemate for a while, Duanmuzheng finally let go of his hand slowly, and numbly let his daughter wipe his face and then helped him to stagger onto the bed. Duanmujing followed beside him to prevent his sister from being unable to hold him up. Good time to lend a hand.

After his son and daughter went out again, Duan Muzheng, who was lying on the bed and seemed to have lost his mind, suddenly curled up, clutching the corner of the quilt tightly and whimpering softly.

Xinzi woke up when it was about to dawn, but he was delirious, with a frightened look on his face, and he kept saying something in his mouth, and he was restless lying on the bamboo couch, as if he was struggling to drive something away.

Duan Muzheng was forced to get up, his face was a little ugly, it was not known whether it was because he was disturbed from sleeping or because he felt a little uncomfortable after being drunk.

Until dawn, a villager from the next door village came to visit Xinzi early. He seemed to be Xinzi's brother. Although Xinzi had woken up, he seemed to be in a daze. I was so overstimulated that my mind was a little unconscious, and it seemed that I couldn't accept it for a while.

"You can carry him back." Duan Muzheng ignored them, sat beside him and drank porridge, his face looked better after eating a hot bowl, and he said, "Change him every day. Once the herbal medicine is taken, the wound will heal quickly with scabs."

Although it's been a night, he still smells of alcohol. The new son-in-law must have told these people what happened last night. The person who seems to be Xinzi's brother has a strange expression on his face. Should come down.

"There was so much disturbance last night, we immediately took my elder brother home. This time my elder brother was saved, thanks to Dr. Duanmu."

Duanmuzheng nodded, said nothing, it was a tacit agreement.

So they found a few more villagers, and hurriedly carried the new son back. The courtyard, which had been noisy all day and night, finally calmed down.

Duanmuzheng continued to drink porridge slowly, without any expression, Duanmujing just glanced sideways at those people, and Duanmutian didn't even show any expression. After quickly drinking two small bowls of porridge, he put the bowl away , wiped the corners of his mouth, jumped off the stool, and said, "Daddy, I'm going up the mountain to pick some herbs today. I've already saved some at home, and I can pick some more so I can take them to the town and buy them together."

"Yeah." He nodded numbly.

She went out to the yard, and as soon as she carried the medicine basket, her brother came out of the main room and picked up another small medicine basket beside him, and said to her, "I'll go with you, and it happens to be okay too." Look at the trap that I was going to look at yesterday."

(End of this chapter)