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Decoction is a delicate job like threading through the eye of a needle. Chen Ping'an did it meticulously and deeply, and the young man exuded an inexplicable joy.
However, the girl in black is not a patient person. In fact, apart from practicing swordsmanship, the girl is not very interested in anything. She left her hometown at a young age and traveled alone, living a rough life.
She didn't feel any discomfort in the small house. In fact, she had lived in the open air a lot, and had been exposed to wind and rain. Even the most exquisite person would become very careless.
The girl asked: "Is your left hand okay?"
Chen Ping'an, whose left hand was bandaged with cotton strips, was holding a bowl of medicine with both hands. After the girl took it, he smiled and said: "It's okay. Before I returned to the alley, I found some herbs, mashed them up, and applied them to the wound. I used to think that
The kiln workers at that time used this recipe for injuries caused by falls and cuts. It has proven to be effective. It was a secret recipe told to me by an old man in Yang’s shop a long time ago. However, I promised the old man not to spread the word. Otherwise, Miss Ning, if you travel all over the country, maybe you can use it.
Come on, if you want, I can go find the old man at Yang's store and ask him for help. But I was in a hurry to go to the drug store today, and I didn't see the old man. I just hope he left temporarily."
When the girl drank the medicine, her long eyebrows, which were not like willow leaves but like narrow knives, frowned slightly, but she still drank the medicine soup without changing her expression. After returning the porcelain bowl to the boy in straw sandals who was waiting aside, she muttered.
: "A bad guy, no wonder he is so poor, he deserves to be bullied."
Before the boy could react, the girl added, "Don't mind, I speak more straightforwardly."
The girl probably didn't know that the next sentence was even more hurtful.
Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.
The girl in black wiped off the residue of the medicinal soup from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then sat upright and said seriously: "The saint who is sitting in this world now, that is, the Mr. Xuejuan you mentioned, although he has the intention to help you finish it, so that
You will have no worries about your life from now on, but you have to know that manpower will eventually be exhausted, even saints are no exception. What's more, Mr. Qi's situation is not very good. It's a bit like a clay Bodhisattva who cannot save himself when he crosses the river. Just be afraid.
He will not care about your life or death from now on. I, Ning Yao, will conduct himself as a human being. Every drop of kindness will be repaid with a spring of water. If you glare at me, you will definitely repay me with hatred!"
When the manpower is exhausted, the springs will retaliate, the anger will be repaid, and the clay Bodhisattva will cross the river...
At this time, the girl's heart is full of unknown pride. Listen, are my words very knowledgeable?
Unfortunately, next door to Chen Ping'an lived a very knowledgeable scholar. Almost twice every day in the morning and dusk, his neighbor would read books from sages to clarify his aspirations. According to Song Jixin's own words, "I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring spirit."
Therefore, Chen Ping'an has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running. He is no stranger to the literary sayings of scholars. Even if there are some obscure words, he can guess them roughly through the context.
The girl stared at Chen Pingan, trying to find the shock, admiration and confusion on the young man's face, but Chen Pingan had an expression that said, "I understand, girl, please go on."
The girl was very discouraged. Her original high-spirited spirit was sharply reduced, and she said angrily: "For example, if you save my life, I will help you kill Fu Nanhua from Old Dragon City or Liu Zhimao from Shujian Lake."
, but if you want to kill both of them and avoid future troubles, you have to spend money to eliminate the disaster. Because we met by chance, we don't have such a deep love, so you need to use a bag of gold and copper coins as reward."
The girl quickly pointed at the bag of Spring Festival coins and said, "For example, I like this bag very much. The other two bags of offering money and the copper coins that surpass the winning coins don't look good, and the inscriptions are not pleasing to the eye."
Then the girl raised her chin slightly and said, "If you are willing to pay me two bags of copper coins in addition to completing this deal, I will help you settle Old Dragon City and Yunxia Mountain. Of course, if I die early at the hands of Liu Zhimao
Here, there is no need to mention anything. After all, my current cultivation level is not high. I have just entered the sixth realm of the ninth martial arts realm. As a pure martial artist, my physical toughness is not yet great. As for the fifteenth floor of mountain climbing, the fifteenth floor of the mountain.
, and I have only reached the Dragon Gate realm in the middle five realms. In the alchemy room, I have six patterns, but I have not yet succeeded in adding the finishing touch, nor have I made the goddess fly..."
Now Chen Pingan was really confused and confused.
The girl suddenly became a little angry. She was of a low level and had always been ashamed of her. Chen Ping'an's demented look of "Girl, please explain to me again" undoubtedly hit the girl's saddest point.
Seeing the girl's gloomy face, Chen Ping'an, even a fool, knew that the situation was not good, so he quickly changed the subject, "Girl, why were you injured so badly before, but now you seem to be mostly healed?"
The girl's eyebrows were slightly lowered, her hands were folded across her chest, and she said in a hoarse voice: "I was really about to die at that time. If Director Lu hadn't saved me, I would have... Anyway, I owe you a huge favor, and I shouldn't take advantage of it.
I asked you to take out three bags of gold and copper coins. My life, Ning Yao, is nowhere comparable to that of Liu Zhimao and others. So it’s my fault. Just treat me as if I didn’t say anything. After I leave the town, I will
I will try my best to help you solve those worries, but I have to say something ugly ahead of time. I, Ning Yao, will only do what I can, and will not risk my life with others even though I know I will die... in exchange for my life."
Perhaps it was because it was so rare for a girl to bow her head and admit her mistake, so she felt extremely disappointed.
Chen Pingan asked: "Which bag is the donation money from?"
The girl pointed at one of the golden embroidered bags.
Chen Pingan took out three copper coins from it, held them in his palm, pushed the three bags horizontally in front of the girl with his arms, and said with a smile: "These are for you."
The girl was stunned. After recovering for a long time, she asked: "Chen Ping'an, when you were a child, your brain was caught by a door panel?"
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "No, when I was helping people herd cattle when I was a child, I was often swung by the tails of cows."
The girl suddenly became furious, slammed the table, and asked: "Do you like me?!"
Chen Pingan was dumbfounded.
The girl grinned, extended her thumb towards Chen Ping'an and said, "Good taste!"
Then she bent her thumb, pointed at herself, and said brightly: "But I will not agree. The man I, Ning Yao, like must be the most powerful swordsman in the world, the world! The most powerful! Great swordsman! What kind of Taoist ancestor?
Buddha, even the most Confucian sage, must bow his head and give way before he strikes a sword!"
Chen Ping'an blushed, scratched his head and said, "Miss Ning, you misunderstood, I don't like you..."
The girl raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment. She leaned forward, squinted her eyes, raised her hand, leaving an inch between her thumb and index finger, and asked guiltily: "You don't like me even a little bit?"
Chen Pingan said resolutely, "No! Miss Ning, don't worry!"
The girl took back her hand, sighed heavily, and said pitifully: "Chen Pingan, even if you are lucky enough to marry a wife in the future, she will probably be a heartless person."
Chen Pingan sat across the table and said with a happy smile: "As long as she is nice."
The girl was unconvinced about this.
If you just eat and wait for death, you will be rich and prosperous, just like her mother said, because everyone has his own fate, and there may not be a distinction between superior and inferior.
It's just that her father also has different opinions on this. In life, you should never force anything. Not forcing doesn't mean you don't ask for anything. You still have to ask for it. If you still don't get it in the end, that's another matter.
Of course, her father would never dare to say these words to her mother face to face.
Chen Pingan asked casually: "Miss Ning also came to our town to seek opportunities?"
The girl didn’t have anything to hide, and replied: “I spent all the money I had accumulated through my adventures, plus a favor, to get the place to enter the town. But I am different from those people. I don’t ask for any chance.
As for Qi, I just want someone to help me forge a sword, preferably one that suits my taste. As for whether it is sharp or not, and whether it can carry a massive amount of sword Qi, that is a very secondary matter."
Chen Ping'an asked doubtfully: "Forging a sword?"
The girl said: "That's Master Ruan, the blacksmith. He has a great reputation here. He also has a rule that 'iron cannot be struck'. He only forges one sword every thirty years. The reason why he is willing to come here to replace Qi Jingchun is that
I think this place is suitable for making swords, so I'll try my luck to see if he is willing to make swords for me. If it doesn't work, I can't do anything, so I will just consider myself to be unlucky."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Good people are rewarded."
The girl said weakly: "No way."
She glanced at the boy and asked, "Doesn't your left hand hurt?"
Chen Ping'an was stunned, "It hurts."
She doubted: "Then why don't you look like that?"
Chen Ping'an said matter-of-factly: "Even if I roll on the floor and yell, it won't stop the pain."
The girl slapped her forehead and said, "It's really hopeless. I have the same virtue as my father, but your ability is far inferior to him."
Chen Pingan smiled and stopped talking, looking quietly at the yard outside the house.
The girl pushed the three bags of copper coins back, "I don't want them."
Chen Pingan withdrew his gaze and said softly: "Miss Ning, have you ever thought that keeping them may not necessarily be a good thing. After meeting Mr. Qi, I am even more sure of this."
Once the girl decides on something, she will never change it again. She shakes her head and says: "That's your business and has nothing to do with me. I have thought about it. I will repay the favor of saving my life. I will definitely repay it in the future, and I will never cut corners.
You must be worthy of the name 'Ning Yao'! But you must take good care of yourself in these years, and don't die accidentally. As long as you survive this period..."
The boy, who had always been very talkative, took the initiative to interrupt the girl for the first time, "It was Director Lu and Miss Ning who saved you, so you don't have to feel that you owe anything. If I hadn't felt that I was dead at that time, I thought I could have Director Lu do it for me.
Mom and dad, please do more, otherwise I won’t open the door at all.”
The girl snorted coldly: "That's your business!"
The boy smiled and repeated her words: "That's your business."
Big eyes and small eyes.
The girl was the first to be defeated, and she said with a headache: "If you like me, I really can't promise you."
Chen Pingan held his head in his hands.
He had no idea what to do with such a strange, single-minded girl.
At this time, someone climbed from the courtyard wall into the courtyard. The person who would do this must be Liu Xianyang. He trotted behind the threshold and was about to open his throat when someone suddenly choked him and he couldn't say a word.
To be continued...