Chapter 3 Love each other as a family

"Uncle Master, are these two people here to replace me?" A little Taoist boy about ten years old stood there and asked Mingyue's master.

"We are the new Taoist boys who have come to serve Third Master." Mingyue answered loudly first.

"Shh!" The elder Taoist boy's face changed drastically, and he slapped Mingyue's mouth, his face turned blue, "The third uncle is asleep. He doesn't like other people making noises while sleeping. Please keep your voice down."

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Mingyue was also frightened by the other party's actions and did not dare to say anything. She just nodded to show that she understood.

"Come here, I'll explain to you what you have to do." The Taoist boy called the two of them to a corner.

"You may have heard that the third uncle is paralyzed and cannot move, so the two of you are mainly responsible for taking care of the third uncle's food and daily life. You don't need to take care of other things. The main thing is to take care of his food, drink and water.

The most important thing when taking medicine is to turn over regularly, and of course there is also the cleaning up the mess to do..."

As the little Taoist boy explained, Mingyue's complexion became paler and paler. He was a six- or seven-year-old child who sometimes wet the bed. Now he was asked to serve a person who couldn't take care of himself. It can be imagined that

How difficult that is.

Not to mention Mingyue, even Qingfeng with an adult soul would be enough to deter him from serving such a patient all year round.

...Oh my god, it makes my head ache to hear it. Alas, debts of gratitude are indeed the most difficult to repay. If I find a chance, I'd better practice martial arts and snatch the black jade ointment back! Pulling flesh with a blunt knife is even more torturous!

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The bright moon over there has turned into a bitter face. After the original Taoist boy explained everything, he left with the old Taoist priest.

Qingfeng and Mingyue watched the two people leaving together, and whispered: "Look at that guy, he has a look of relief on his face, how hateful!"

Qingfeng nodded vigorously, then took a deep breath and said, "Besides, coming here is also good for you."

Qingfeng and Mingyue were shocked. The sound clearly came from the inner room, but the only one who could live in the inner room was Yu Daiyan. Apart from that, there was no one else.

There is a large recliner on the ground in the middle, with a person lying on the chair.

Such a person has aged like this in just one year, and his current weight is probably less than half of what he was in his prime.

"No, how can he be unhappy if someone is a scapegoat for him? It's all your fault. I really don't understand why you have to drag me here to suffer." Mingyue couldn't help but complained again.

"What are you doing!" Yu Daiyan finally got angry.

Then I opened all the windows for ventilation, and took quilts, pillows and other bedding to the yard to dry them...

"Don't be like this. After all, you are also the Three Heroes of Wudang Yu. You must set a good example for the younger generation!"

"..."

Before Yu Daiyan could react, Qingfeng had already started to take off Yu Daiyan's clothes.

The fact that Song Yuanqiao's beloved son was useless was just a result of old age and heartache, and it was also Song Qingshu's own fault.

Qingfeng carefully observed the man in front of him and knew that he was Yu Daiyan, the third of the famous Wudang Seven Heroes. It was only a year before he was paralyzed.

"Who are you?" Yu Daiyan asked after seeing clearly that the people coming were two little Taoist boys.

"Okay, now the house is clean, Master Yu, it's your turn." Qingfeng said to Yu Daiyan with a smile.

"Who is making a noise outside the house!" A sharp and hoarse voice sounded, like the chattering of crows, and like the beating of a broken gong. The sound was extremely harsh and sharp.

"You... are not the son of man! You are not the son of man!" Yu Daiyan was so angry that he almost recovered...

After serving Yu Daiyan to sleep, Mingyue pulled Qingfeng to lie down on their small bed, and asked Qingfeng in a low voice: "Qingfeng, you always irritate Master Yu like this, it's not like you. Aren't you here to repay your kindness? Why do you want revenge?

Like, what is this for?"

"Scream! Scream! No one will answer you even if your throat is broken. In order to let you rest in peace and recuperate, there is no one else in the surrounding area for several miles!" Qingfeng winked playfully.

With Qingfeng's quick movements, he took off his clothes, wiped his body with hot water, washed his hair, and dressed in one go. After finishing all this, Qingfeng admired Yu Daiyan and said with satisfaction: "Look, it's so clean. It's like Yu Sanxia back then."

His style."

Qingfeng complained in his heart that Mingyue spoke too loudly and woke up Yu Daiyan, but he still rushed into the inner room with Mingyue and saw a room in Nuo Da. There were no extra furnishings, except for a big Kang.

A table and a few chairs.

Moreover, he was originally seriously injured and could not speak. It was only because of Zhang Sanfeng's pure and boundless internal energy that he was able to speak.

"..."

As Qingfeng and Yu Daiyan chatted happily, the first day of getting along with Qingfeng, Mingyue and Yu Daiyan came to an end...

After Qingfeng explained this, Mingyue's bitter face suddenly smiled, and she said happily: "Yes! Why didn't I think of that? Qingfeng, you are still smart, hehe, I didn't expect that we can also practice martial arts..."

"No, the smell in the room is too strong. How did you, the old man, persist in this kind of environment for a year? I admire you!" Qingfeng replied deliberately. Mingyue looked at Qingfeng with a look of horror.

Only one pair of eyes in the whole person was slightly bright, and occasionally a light flashed through, but the pupils were more bloodshot and yellow and dirty, the eyelids were swollen, cold sweat broke out on the forehead, and the front few hairs were wet.

The bun was uncovered behind her back and her hair was styled down.

This Yu Daiyan was a good man, with strong martial arts skills, bold and upright person, but also careful and understanding of the overall situation. He was a rare talent. He was disabled all his life and lay on a bamboo chair for more than 20 years before he was treated again by Zhang Wuji. By that time, he had already

I am over fifty years old, have lost all my martial arts skills, have no wife, and have been alone all my life. It is a pity that all my good years have been wasted on a chair!

Qingfeng has been feeling sad since reading this section in the book. Now that he sees Yu Daiyan like this, half out of sadness and half out of regret, all kinds of feelings are mixed in. Qingfeng's eyes are moist.

"You mean?..." Mingyue said somewhat unexpectedly.

...This person is quite sensitive. It seems that he has been hit hard. Also, if I become like this, I may not be as good as him...

"You have a good voice, it will be beneficial if you use it more often!"

"Come on, Mingyue, let's carry Uncle Yu out to get some fresh air, and open the windows to change the air in the room. Don't be stunned, hurry up." Qingfeng ignored Yu Daiyan.

He objected and directly carried him to the yard with Mingyue.

The voice just now was sharp and unpleasant. It seems that his throat was injured and he couldn't pronounce it as he used to.

Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, the most pitiful one was Yu Daiyan. Zhang Cuishan committed suicide and Mo Shenggu died in a sneak attack by his nephew. From a certain point of view, the two of them died quite neatly.

"He carried me up the mountain." Qingfeng looked straight at Yu Daiyan's house.

This man is about fifty or sixty years old, with a pale face and bulging eyes. He is wrapped in a gray-black robe. Under the clothes, you can see the thin bones. The whole person is like a bamboo pole on the bamboo chair.

, thin and weak.

"I don't know what to say! Then tell me about your past heroic deeds?"

Yu Daiyan looked on angrily, not knowing what to say.

"Hey! Let's chat."

"What else could it be for? For his own good! After suffering such a serious injury, he must be depressed. Heart disease is the most difficult to treat. There are knots in the heart and serious injuries outside. How can this be done? Don't let him vent it out, then forget about it in the future

Once his body recovers, his temperament will also change drastically. Letting him express the resentment in his heart will also be good for his recovery."

"roll!……"

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"What did you say?" Mingyue whispered curiously.

He should have been about thirty years old, but he was still in his prime. Zhang Sanfeng was deeply fond of him and taught him profound and profound martial arts. He was a well-known man.

"You...hum!" Yu Daiyan was also a little unhappy. No one had dared to talk to him like this since he was paralyzed.

"The two of us were sent to serve Uncle Yu." Qingfeng calmed down, sniffed and bowed.

"Wash your clothes and take a shower! Smell it, you stink." Qingfeng said matter-of-factly.

"No! I won't wash! Stop! Get out!" Yu Daiyan said loudly.

"Hmph!" Yu Daiyan has decided not to deal with Qingfeng anymore. After all, although Qingfeng doesn't speak well, he still works hard. At least others are comfortable now.

"Think about it, with our two physiques, it is impossible for us to practice martial arts under other martial uncles. Although the third uncle is lying there paralyzed now, he was also a famous big man back then.

What a hero!

Now that we serve him well and make him happy, can't he teach us martial arts?

How is it possible that the third among the Seven Sons of Wudang, Yu Daxia Yu Daiyan, has no descendants? Think about it, is this true?"

Yin Liting's beloved wife was taken away, but sixteen years later he married Ji Xiaofu's daughter, which was considered compensation. But this Yu Daiyan was simply God's evil deed not allowing people to live a good life!

"Are you crying? Are you pitying me?" Yu Daiyan asked with displeasure on his face.

"Uncle Yu, can you still recover?" Mingyue said sadly.

"Yes! I can definitely do it! With my Qingfeng here, even if I go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire, I still have to cure Master Yu. When the time comes, I still want Master Yu to take me to Mount Emei to watch the nuns take a bath!"

"Cough cough cough!" Yu Daiyan suddenly coughed, and then said loudly: "Qingfeng! Come over here and help me pee!"

...This stinky Taoist priest must be eavesdropping on our conversation, huh! If you can't urinate, he must make you look good!...
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