Yan Zhengming thought to himself that he couldn't even carve a basic spell well, and that he had practiced his swordsmanship very well. Not to mention those great powers, any Taoist boy on Qinglong Island who served tea and water was better than him. If he was the master, what could he do? As Yan Zhengming thought this, he immediately stood up and called in a Taoist boy who was waiting on him: "Ochre, ochre!" Ochre, the Taoist boy, trotted all the way to him. "Young master." "Get a pen and paper. I want to send a letter home." Yan Zhengming quickly ordered, "Pack our luggage and get the boat ready. As soon as Xiao Qian wakes up, I'll go to say goodbye to the island owner." "Are we going back to Fuyao Mountain, young master?" Ochre said. Yan Zhengming: "Back to what Fuyao Mountain?"? Go home Ochre was taken aback. "Young master, that school..." With a wave of his hand, Yan Zhengming said, "There is no Fuyao Sect. The sects are scattered. Do you understand?"? Come on, it's only a few days. The ochre ran away in a sad panic. When Cheng Qian woke up, it was already two days later. As soon as he moved, he put one hand on his forehead. A familiar smell of orchids came up. The smell dimmed a lot for some reason. Cheng Qian opened his mouth gently and called out silently, "Elder Martial Brother." His voice was so hoarse that he didn't speak. Yan Zhengming helped him up and brought him a bowl of water without saying a word. Cheng Qian drank it in one breath and then asked in a trance, "Where is Younger Martial Sister?" Yan Zhengming said, "In Xiaoyue's place, there are girls watching." Cheng Qian pinched his eyebrows in a daze and asked, "Master Seal.." Yes,ultrasonic cutting machine, and the seal of the master. Did I give it to you? Yan Zhengming took out a piece of string from his neck and tied it with the small seal of the master. Cheng Qian's confused and tense look finally loosened slightly, and his face showed a bit of fatigue. Every day, the big ones don't know how to give in to the small ones, and the small ones don't know how to respect their elder brothers. It seems like yesterday when they quarreled and quarreled, but now they are facing each other, but it seems like a lifetime ago. Yan Zhengming sighed and asked softly, "Are you hungry?" Cheng Qian shook his head. He leaned against the head of the bed for a moment. Then he opened his mouth in the silence of the room and said, "I,ultrasonic sonochemistry machine, Younger Martial Sister and Master, went there because we drew the wrong amulet that day." Yan Zhengming did not interrupt him, but sat quietly and listened to him from beginning to end. Cheng Qian has no strength, the words are intermittent, it took a full wick of incense to explain clearly, Yan Zhengming listened, but did not speak for a long time. The candle jumped, and the light of the fire burned his eyes. Yan Zhengming came to his senses and straightened up with all his strength. For a moment, he felt that the seal of the master on his neck weighed more than a thousand pounds and was about to bend his neck. He stood up, gently put a hand on Cheng Qian's head, and said in the gentlest tone of his life, "I'll let someone bring you a bowl of porridge, eat a little, and then take the medicine." Cheng Qian nodded obediently. Yan Zhengming turned around and walked out, saying to himself, "Well, sonicator homogenizer ,ultrasonic handheld welder, I know what's going on. He's awake, too. He'll be able to go home tomorrow morning." How nice it is to go home, open your hands for clothes, open your mouth for meals, don't have to get up early to practice swordsmanship, and don't have to practice at night. Just as Yan Zhengming walked to the door with a heavy heart, Cheng Qian suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Wait a minute, Elder Martial Brother. I didn't lose my book, did I?"? Can you ask someone to bring me those sword books? Yan Zhengming's hand, which had touched the door, suddenly stopped. He stood there with his back to Cheng Qian, as if he had been frozen. What's the matter Cheng Qian was stunned. "Did you lose it?" Yan Zhengming turned his back to him and asked in a dumb voice, "I can't even get up. What are you looking at?" "Shizu said that we have renewed the blood of the Fuyao Sect," said Cheng Qian. "Even if we can't get up, the blood is not broken. Besides, Shifu also said that I should practice my sword well in the future." Yan Zhengming stood for a long time, then suddenly turned around, walked back in two steps, and took Cheng Qian, who was sitting at the head of the bed, into his arms.
The headmaster's seal was stuck on his collarbone, which made his life hurt. He thought, "*** the sect. I'm the headmaster of the Fuyao Sect. I'm not dead yet!" He hugged so tightly that he seemed to be grasping a life-saving straw, and his whole body was tense and trembling. For a moment, Cheng Qian thought he was crying. However, he waited for a long time, not for the expected tears, but for a word from his elder brother in his ear. "It's all right," said Yan Zhengming. "It's all right, Xiao Qian. Elder Martial Brother is here." Chapter 33 Holding a pile of ragged books in his arms, Li Yun tripped over the threshold of Cheng Qian's door and almost flew out with the rags in his arms. But before he could make a sound, someone had already made a terrible ghost cry for him. In the room, Cheng Qian was holding a needle, picking the blood blisters on his hands one by one. Cheng Qian's way of dealing with blood blisters was very sharp. He poked a needle in, picked and pinched it, and divided it by two. He never dragged his feet. He trampled his delicate Elder Martial Brother Headmaster in great pain: "Be gentle with me!"! Cheng Qian, are you born to carry a big bag! Ah "No, I may be a pig butcher," said Cheng Qian indifferently. "You unfilial thing." Ouch! Yan Zhengming almost jumped up from his chair. "What bird sword? I'll never practice it again!" Li Yun hurriedly closed the door that was knocked open by himself, in case the last bit of face of the Fuyao faction also swept the street. Master Yan.. No, Headmaster Yan, this is the first time in my life that I was beaten by a wooden sword. I really suffered a lot. I called my parents, aunts and uncles all over, and I didn't care about losing face in front of the younger martial brother. Han yuan looked at him in fear against the corner, and his look seemed to cast some shadow on his swordsmanship. I got this from Qinglong Island. "Li Yun spread out the pile of rags he had turned out on the table, trying to ignore the tragic hum of the master, and explained," This is the island annals of Qinglong Island,ultrasonic emulsifying machine, which records some of the major events that have taken place in the Great Immortal Gate over the years, some of which mention us. " Han yuan stretched his neck and asked, "And us?"? What did you say? 。 fycgsonic.com