The Crazy Adventures of Wu Gate

Chapter 36: Vegetable Healing

The sun was shining, and the warm wind was sliding over their cheeks.

The pavement was covered with gray slate, with young grass buds exposed in the gaps, and a long and white wall faintly appeared among the mountains. The walls were lined with green tiles, and the shadow of the clouds passed over the hillside quietly and quietly. , Light and shadow change, beauty can not be said.

"It's coming, you can bear it." Ruan Siqiong folded his arms and calmed the people in his arms.

"... I'll send you back like this. Your master will be furious when he sees you. Blame me for not taking good care of the disciples in Xiling ..."

He whispered softly, as if serious and as a joke. Ying Che's face looked like the moonlight in the middle of the night, melted into people's hearts, flying her eyebrows and twisting her three-point smile, like a flower in the morning.

"... Your master hates me. I saw him later. You have to be fair. I didn't save the people who left Santang ..."

Qing Qiao didn't hear anything, she looked at him staggeringly, and suddenly remembered some mottled past.

Crescent-colored shirts, thin and rugged, are equally dusty and elegant.

Someone once laughed at her like this and said some nonsense. He tamed her for a century, and she searched the world for a few jokes.

In the end, he wanted to kill her for an unfounded charge.

I wanted to live a dream of harmless life, but this reality always mocked me repeatedly.

The chest was as hot as the fire, but the heart was cold, just like the spring in the autumn night, full of coldness.

She closed her eyes gently.

Ruan Siqiong's eyes narrowed, without looking at the people in his arms.

The body of the young girl under the thin shirt was shivering, without temperature, and with a slight body fragrance, like a pavilion in the early summer.

On her thin white wrist, she wore a delicate silver bracelet, and the wind blew and clanged.

So he pursed his lips, and Qing Ling's eyes wiped from the corner of his eyes. The eyelashes were drooping, covered by a cloud, covering the quiet flowing things in his pupils.

Fragrant lingering, the sky slowly evoked a touch of excellent yellow.

After a few moments, they have come to Xiling.

The courtyard built against the mountain is extremely imposing, with pink walls and black tiles, stone lions, and several blue swordsmen standing outside the Zhuse gate. After seeing Ruan Siqiong, they first looked at them, and then saluted them before opening the door.

Numerous Xiling children pay attention to them along the way. Ruan Siqiong is about accustomed to it.

After entering the three halls, Qing Qiao was frightened—I do n’t know who had leaked the news. All the other meditations in the hall were all there, with solemn expressions, except Wang Tianshan, who was usually afraid of the world being chaotic.

"——Master?" Sister San took a step forward, looking anxious. "Does the elderly know about the little sister's injury?"

"I know." The answer was Lu Huahua, a slow white water child, tepid.

"Why don't you come out if you know?" Sister San Shi stomped. "Have you ever notified? Among the young sisters, the flames are chopped!"

"The report is a notification ..." Lu Huahua sneaked a glance at Ruan Siqiang, with a three-pointed difficulty. "But the master heard that Uncle Ruan was coming, and he was busy picking clothes in the back room ..."

These words reflected in Ruan Siqiong's ears, he only smiled, Jing Yuan leisurely.

"Hahaha-" Suddenly heard three laughs, a middle-aged man walked out of the curtain with all manners.

The light green robe, floating in the wind, the hair behind the head, layers of lacquer rhyme, the neckline is pulsating with brocade red peony, colorfully spent everyone's eyes. At first glance, you know that it has been carefully matched.

Everyone was tacitly intoxicated and admired. Only Ruan seemed like a child without losing his heart. He blinked at Xiao Qiao, swiped his right eyebrow, and was full of mockery.

"——Do you still know to come back?" Fortunately, Wang Tianshan only made his head clear of crimes when he was transparent.

"Students know what's wrong!" Sister San Shi plopped on his knees, shame on her face, "It's the incompetent and insecure little teacher who is complete, and she asked the teacher to punish him!"

"Huh!" Wang Tianshan grunted coldly, turning his head to look at Xiao Qiao.

"——You're hurt again!" He frowned, his eyes sharp, "How can I tell him?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Xiao Qiao sneered, and she naturally knew who "he" was in his mouth. "... It would be nice to rest for two days."

"I'm afraid not." Ruan Siqiong said suddenly, his voice was like a jade. "Wang Tangzhu, you are a flame-slave among the disciples, and you will be treated for half a month with Prajonggong."

"What ?!" Wang Tianshan slammed the table, almost angered, "Gan Xiaoqiao, are you really eating dry rice? The first time I went down the mountain, I was chopped back by a flame, and it was a shame on my face!"

"Master, don't be angry, be angry and hurt your liver." Xiao Qiao covered his face with his hands, expressing grievances. "In fact, as far as martial arts are concerned, I am a genius, but it ’s a pity that the jealousy ..."

Seeing that Wang Tianshan was getting angry again, Xiao Qiao hurry up and said, "Master, all the grandpas came from my grandson. You have to give me time ..."

Ruan Siqiong finally smiled, raised his mouth and said to Wang Tianshan: "I think the Lord Wang Tang will do the punishment later, you can't delay the injury of this apprentice, you need to heal it quickly."

There was a strange silence in the room.

"You and you are not ignorant. Looking at the entire Xiling, in addition to the master and your Ruan Siqiong, who else will be so successful ?!"

After a while, Wang Tianshan finally spoke, but his face was red and his ears were red and his teeth were clenched.

"I am naturally clear."

Ruan smiled with a smile, and the corners of his lips were full of interest: "However, it is unjust to take your apprentice directly. It is reasonable to always come over to ask."

The implication is that I'm here just to make sense and have nothing to do with you.

"You ... do whatever you want, you can cure her."

Wang Tianshan waved his hand suddenly, and he lost most of his spirit.

Ruan seems to be sulking his head and smiling, and the afternoon sunlight dyed by ten percent of the spring air passes behind him, with the green grassy flavor of Manchun, a veritable proud of heaven.

In this way, can the style of heaven and earth be mastered by a master who can dress well?

Everyone admired in their hearts.

"I'll take you to heal now." When he went out, Ruan Siqiong buried his head at Xiao Qiao with a slight smile.

Supporting his lukewarm chest, a half-stripe of hair slanted across her face. Suddenly, Xiao Qiao realized that he had actually stayed in his arms and never left.

Maybe from the beginning, he determined all of this.

She looked at him quietly.

In his eyes there was a faint blue gloom, his eyes clear, like a gust of wind passing by a flying bird in the morning.

"Uncle." She called him softly.

"What?" He crossed his beautiful face, half delicate and half dark.

"... I just want to say, please cure me." She looked dignified, and Dayi Ling Ran patted him on the shoulder. "My second life depends on you!"

Healing is a time-consuming task.

After a long treatment of Yungong, Gu Qingqiao finally fell asleep, and she had a dream in a puzzle.

She dreamed that she was at a loss in a huge, dark theater called "Crossing".

"Let there be light!" The author's voice suddenly sounded.

So the stage was bright, and the world that passed through was light.

"Let's have a beautiful boy!" Reader A's voice followed closely.

The stage shook for a while, and she was surrounded by three handsome guys, Duan Yu, Lu Zizheng, and Ruan Siqiong.

"There must be abuse!" Reader B expressed his opinions.

So Duan Yu pulled out her sabre and poked straight at her chest.

Snorted.

She couldn't feel the pain, just stared at the inexplicable extra big hole in her body, the blood burst out from the hole.

"What is this! It is not enough to just abuse female pigs, but also male pigs!" Reader C was dissatisfied.

So Duan Yu picked up the sword and reluctantly stabbed himself in the stomach.

"The stepmother, the stepmother! The author is a stepmother!" The reader of "Ting Duan Pai" was distressed and began to scream.

"I'm here too!"

Demon Lu Zizhen suddenly jumped out, holding her wound, "I want to break the enchantment of all men who play in the girl's novel!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh since we have NP!" Shouted another group of readers.

"... This, NP is not good." A book dealer suddenly appeared, faced with distress. "Recently, the country has cracked down hard. We have to go through a pure and hazy stream. The author must control the plot within the high-voltage line ..."

For a moment, the chicken flying in the theater turned upside down.

"I rely!"

Gu Qingqiao finally couldn't bear it, kicked the author with one kick: "Get your mother's egg! The old lady is going to wear it back, NP = person is OK!"

As soon as the words fell, a line of blood suddenly dripped from her left nostril.

"What's going on?" She panicked. "I'm just injured. Why is my nose bleeding? Is this the so-called retribution?"

"Because from the director's point of view, nostril bleeding is convenient for close-up facial expressions, which is even more powerful."

Duan Yu slowly spoke, his face calm.

Twenty minutes later, the nosebleed continued.

"Don't!" She began to cry, "why doesn't the blood stop? Did I get leukemia?"

Duan Yu glanced at her and sighed: "Let's go, I'll take you to a place."

He carried her to a deserted seaside where white gulls flew and the wind blew.

In the setting sun, the bodies of the two people clung to each other, casting long shadows on the beach.

The horizon sounded the classic "Romance".

The situation was so familiar that she couldn't bear the tears in her eyes: "... Ouba, am I going to die?"

"No." Duan Yu's voice sounded sad, "You are just too tired and need to sleep."

"Ouba, if I have the next life, I will make a tree." Tears reached the corner of his mouth, so salty. "Because once the tree is planted in this place, it will always be there in the future and it will not change places."

That way I will never cross again.

Duan Yu quietly said nothing, but his footsteps were slightly hesitant.

Qing Qiao looked up at the sky with tears on his face, and saw a jet fighter gliding slowly from the setting sun, and pulled out a huge banner behind him: "The fairy tale that crosses-the love of life and death in black and white".

Ah, what a beautiful life! I finally became a member of the eight o'clock soap opera!

She was about to sigh, but suddenly felt a pain in her back.

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