When Chen Gurong came out of the side courtyard, he had some confusion on his face.

What kind of personality does this little protagonist have? He was just fine, but why did he suddenly change his face like a ghost?

Tsk, the child's face, June, changes as soon as you say it.

He didn't think much about it, and returned to Fanjiang Juzhengyuan leisurely.

There was no fun in Chen Fengxue's residence. Chen Gurong spent a long time walking around the huge Fanjiang residence, but he didn't find anything interesting.

He looked at the ink-colored bamboo chi hanging by the window and raised his hand to take it off.

The gentleman who taught Chen Gu Rong to practice calligraphy was very good at bamboo and chi. Whenever Chen Gu Rong practiced his calligraphy so hard that he was full of impetuousness, the gentleman in a blue shirt would sit next to him and lower his eyes and play bamboo and chi.

The sound of bamboo chi is thick and ethereal, like crying and complaining.

Sometimes, Xiao Gu Rong pulled the husband's sleeve halfway through his calligraphy, and asked him to teach him how to play bamboo.

The gentleman has a good temper, full of quiet and indifferent bookish spirit, and his eyes are as gentle as water when he lowers his eyes.

The gentleman said in a gentle voice: "After learning today's calligraphy, I will teach you."

Chen Gurong quickly practiced his calligraphy obediently, and the teacher also kept his promise and taught him Zhuchi.

After studying for a few days, the gentleman, who had always been gentle, rubbed his ears, hid Zhuchi, and said with a reluctant smile: "Gu Rong...you should read the storybook."

Chen Gurong: "..."

The Zhuchi learning journey ended here.

Chen Gurong gently stroked the ink-colored bamboo chi, and his fingertips passed by the word "Fengxue" carved under the bamboo chi.

He "tsk" and held the bamboo tutu to his lips. He remembered what his husband taught him before, and tried to play a song in front of the quiet night outside the window.

Mu Zhe, who finally managed to clean up his messy emotions, used his spiritual power to meditate in the side courtyard, and almost got into a devil when he heard the sound of Zhuchi.

The next morning, the morning light was dim.

Chen Gurong was woken up by the morning bell of Li Renfeng morning class. It was difficult for him to get up. Every time he served him closely, he had to fight wits and courage with him for a long time before he could wake him up.

No one would come in rashly at Fan Jiangju, and no one would dare to get up with great courage.

Chen Gurong rolled on the bed several times, but at first no one called him, he was a little uncomfortable.

Chen Gurong asked: "Young Master, it's noon, it's time to get up, right?"

Chen Gurong replied: "Would you please let the young master sleep for another stick of incense?"

Chen Gurong said: "Not good."

He played two roles alone, and he had a quarrel with him for a while, and finally he lazily groped with Bingxiao tied to his eyes, got up in his robe.

After leaving the room, the Baihe boy stood at the gate of the yard for no reason, and saw him coming out and bowing slightly: "Saint Lord."

Chen Gurong nodded and responded: "What's the matter?"

"Saint Lord, the head teacher asked you to go to the Master of the Bai Shangshan Tower."

Chen Gu Rong was stunned, Bai Shangshan? Uncle Lou?

He turned over Chen Fengxue's memories again.

Lou Bugui is the only medical practitioner in Liren Peak. He has lived in Baishang Mountain for a long time and often goes out to collect herbs. He has been out for a year and a half. He doesn’t have much time to see him.

Chen Gurong knew that Xi Guxing was preparing to sue the enemy, so he pretended to be calm and nodded: "Lead the way."

Baihe was stunned and had to nod and lead the way forward.

The two walked slowly for half a quarter of an hour, stepped on two cable bridges, and finally arrived at the residence where Bai Shangshan Tower was not back.

Lou Bugui's residence was full of strong medicinal smell, and various medicinal herbs were planted in the yard. When Chen Gu Rong went in, Lou Bugui squatted in the yard and grabbed a piece of medicinal herbs and brought it into his mouth.

Xi Guxing sat on the stone bench beside him to make tea. When he saw him, his face changed. A spiritual power popped out to accurately open the herbs in Lou Bugui's hand.

After Lou Bugui was beaten with herbs, he was hunched for a long time before suddenly saying "ah" and said, "My medicine."

Xi Guxing should be like this in nature. He was unhappy to anyone who saw him and scolded him angrily: "You were so poisoned by this poison for half a month last year that you dare to eat it again?"

Lou Bugui's temperament is warm and his eyes are slightly lowered, as if he has sorrow that he can never be relieved, and he is extremely despaired.

He said slowly: "I want to try it out, can it be immune to all poisons this time."

Xi Guxing: "Forget it to poison you."

Lou Bugui didn't know if he had some brain problems when he tried medicine all year round. He always had to react for a long time when talking to him, and he could only get back to his senses after several beats.

Changying Mountain and Baishang Mountain are only separated by a cable bridge, but the season is summer and autumn. Chen Gurong was wearing thin clothes and shook slightly by the autumn wind.

Lou Bugui saw him, said "Ah" and said, "The Eleventh is here."

Chen Fengxue was led by his former head of Lirenfeng since childhood. He ranked 11th in the Lirenfeng Master Sect and is also the youngest junior.

Chen Gurong nodded slightly: "Senior Brother."

Lou Bugui seemed a little happy, but his appearance was full of despair, and his eyes were still hanging even with a smile.

He grabbed Chen Gurong's sleeve and walked to Xi Guxing to sit down: "Give Eleven Hot Tea."

Xi Guxing glanced at him and reluctantly distributed a cup of tea to Chen Gurong.

As soon as Chen Gurong sat down, Lou Bugui probably saw that he was shaking. He took a crane buckle from the room and put it on his shoulder and asked, "Senior brother said you were injured? Why didn't you come to look for me before?"

Chen Gurong put the crane cloak on his shoulders, and after hearing this, he didn't know how to answer.

"I……"

Xi Guxing said quietly, "What are you doing? Are you trying the medicine?"

Lou Bugui drank half a glass of water, and seemed not to understand what he meant.

Xi Guxing had long been used to Lou Bugui's slowness for half a beat, so he was not in a hurry at all. Instead, Chen Gurong was not very adaptable and almost tried his best to hold on to Lou Bugui's own.

Lou Bugui had to react for a while, and Chen Gurong took a sip of tea and looked at Xi Guxing: "Is Li Suo okay?"

Xi Guxing glanced at him coldly: "For your blessing, he is a Jindan monk after all. He will not die for the time being and will be healed in a few days of cultivation."

Chen Gurong nodded: "It's okay."

Xi Guxing sarcastically: "Where is your precious disciple?"

Chen Gurong seemed to be showing off his children, with a reserved and a little secret showing off: "He has broken through the Qi Refining Period."

Xi Guxing was stunned: "It turns out? I remember that you killed half of his life last month, but he still didn't condense any spiritual power. What did you do today?"

Chen Gurong coughed dryly, not wanting to take the blame for Chen Fengxue's crime, and said vaguely: "I, I did nothing this time."

Because of Li Suo's serious injury, Xi Guxing's impression of Mu Zhu had already reached a low point, so he didn't ask much about it, whether he would love to die.

Xi Guxing put down the cup in his hand, looked at Chen Gurong coldly, and said, "So now, are you ready to explain to me about Mu Zhe?"

Chen Gurong was stunned, and then he remembered this.

He overturned a bunch of drafts, and yesterday he coaxed himself to sleep because of the slap of bamboo, completely forgot about this matter. When Xi Guxing asked, he felt guilty inexplicably.

Lou Bugui couldn't keep up with their conversation at all, but he didn't want to get involved. He took out a small silk pillow from the room and placed it on the table. He pulled Chen Gu Rong's sleeve and signaled Chen Gu Rong to put his hand on.

Shen Gu Rong was exiled to the good.

Lou Bugui closed his eyes and took his pulse for him.

Xi Guxing knocked on the table, looked cold and stern, and said, "Say! Don't pretend to be dead again this time."

Shen Gu Rong shook.

Lou Bugui frowned: "Senior Brother Third, don't scare him, I can't get my pulse."

Xi Guxing had no choice but to shut up and stare at Chen Gurong with a sinister look, giving him a death gaze.

Chen Gurong pretended to be calm and his pulse was beating wildly.

"Hey heart is sick, this is." Lou Bugui murmured in a low voice.

Xi Guxing frowned and had to leave the yard reluctantly.

Chen Gurong breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and his heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Lou Bugui continued to take his pulse.

Two quarters of an hour later, Lou Bugui finally opened his eyes slowly and said, "Ah."

Chen Gurong almost fell asleep and woke up by him.

Lou Bugui's eyes widened slightly and he looked at Chen Gurong strangely.

Chen Gurong suddenly felt a little frightened. He said that medical practitioners could diagnose all the difficult and complicated diseases in the world. Could it be that he could even get diagnosed with Chen Fengxue?!

Chen Gurong was a little nervous when he met Bugui Wushen's eyes upstairs.

Lou Bugui for a long time, and said slowly: "Eleven, you are infatuated."

Chen Gurong: "..."

ah.

ah?
To be continued...