Back in the room, Lu Fang collapsed directly on the bed.
It is inevitable that I feel a little regretful.
This worship value system actually has no shortcuts in tempering one's body, just like cultivating one's own internal energy.
But then I thought about it, and I felt like I was a little greedy.
Being able to cheat on internal and external skills is definitely a good thing that countless people in the world dream of and can only dream of.
Who can reach perfection in the sixth level of Guanchao Sutra like me in just a few days?
"Master..."
Zhu'er looked down at Lu Fang beside the bed, who was dazed and weak, and asked: "Are you okay?"
Lu Fang grinned and said, "It's okay, it's just that I haven't done anything like this before, and my whole body is very sore."
"Pfft."
Zhu'er couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, saying: "Then I guess it will take many days!"
After saying that, he walked towards the door.
Lu Fang asked: "Where are you going?"
Zhu'er didn't even look back and said, "Get some medicine for me, young master, otherwise you won't even be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
When the voice fell, the person had already left the room.
Lu Fang was lying on the bed with a smile on his lips.
Although I have left that world forever, this world is still warm.
Whether it was Lu Liang, Fu'er, Zhu'er or other girls, Lu Fang could feel their heartfelt concern for him.
They are all their own family.
Zhu'er came back after a long time and went to Lu Fang's bedside. Seeing that Lu Fang had fallen asleep, she gently shook him awake and said, "Master, Master."
Lu Fang opened his eyes drowsily.
Zhu'er smiled and said: "The bath water has been put away. Let's take a bath first, eat something and then come back to sleep!"
"OK."
Lu Fang nodded and got up from the bed enduring the pain and fatigue.
Being so sticky all over my body is really uncomfortable.
He was supported by Zhu'er into the bathhouse, which was steaming with steam. When he walked to the tub, he saw a potion as dark as ink.
Lu Fang asked: "Zhu'er, where did this medicine come from?"
Zhu'er didn't know if she was steamed by the heat, but her pretty face turned rosy, "I got it from Mr. He."
Lu Fang was surprised and said: "Why isn't Lao Zuo? He can also prepare medicine?"
Zhu'er said: "Isn't it strange that someone can learn medical skills?"
Then he lowered his eyebrows and said submissively: "Master, let me take off your clothes..."
Lu Fang couldn't help but be stunned.
In the past, he had never enjoyed such treatment even in Fu'er and Ning'er.
After regaining consciousness, he quickly shook his head: "No, no, I can do it myself."
As a young virgin who traveled through time in the 21st century, Lu Fang is still a little shy.
"oh."
Zhu'er nodded and walked outside.
There seemed to be a bit of resentment in the voice.
Lu Fang didn't know if it was his own misunderstanding.
Enduring the pain, he took off his clothes and got into the tub. It was a little hot, but it was very comfortable. Lu Fang couldn't help but moan softly, "Well..."
I don’t know what kind of medicinal ingredients this potion is made from, but it actually makes me feel more comfortable the longer I soak it in. The water is very hot, but there is a coolness that penetrates my body, offsetting the painful pain in my limbs.
Unknowingly, Lu Fang fell asleep again.
Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, he had never suffered like this before. Even he was surprised that he could endure it.
When I woke up again, I was woken up by Zhu'er again.
Under Zhu'er's shy gaze, Lu Fang opened his eyes in the bathtub and hurriedly covered his lower body, "Then, what, I fell asleep again?"
Zhu'er nodded slightly.
Lu Fang added: "Then you go out first, and I will come out after changing my clothes."
Zhu'er pursed her lips and walked outside again. After taking a few steps, she suddenly burst into laughter out of nowhere as she thought of something.
Young Master Lu couldn't help but blush a little.
Afterwards, he went to the dining room to eat a bowl of noodles cooked by Lao Xiao, and Lu Fang went back to his room.
Just no longer sleeping, but sitting cross-legged in bed meditating.
He took Lao Xiao's words to heart. If he couldn't endure hardship and persevere, it would be better not to practice martial arts, lest his efforts would be in vain in the end.
When you travel to this world, you can't always be a dandy under the wings of Lu Liang, and you have to let Zhu'er, the maid, protect you, right?
The incident between He Zhengci and his son and Chen Youxi made Lu Fang, who originally planned to live a happy life, quietly change his mentality.
If you want to be free and happy, then you should be truly free and happy, instead of being arrogant and domineering in this small Ningyuan County.
Is this bullshit?
I don't know if it was because of exhaustion, but Lu Fang felt that practicing in this state was a little faster than usual.
In the following days, Lu Fang did not even take a step outside the county office.
Shen Shi got up and exercised, still rubbing his muscles and squeezing his pulse. Every day he was tortured by Lao Xiao to the point of ecstasy, and when he got back to the room, he was as tired as a dead dog.
Then, with the help of Wu Zuo Lao He's unknown prescription, I regained some energy and was able to sit cross-legged and meditate.
Fortunately, although his physical condition has not changed much, which is worthy of Lao Xiao's words of "extremely poor bones", his internal energy has improved somewhat.
The admiration points that Lao Xiao and Zhu'er contributed from time to time made Lu Fang feel that they should be quite satisfied with their performance.
There are only a few days left before Qingming Festival.
In the Chongqing Dynasty, Qingming Festival was also a very important festival, also called the Tomb Sweeping Festival. Even the county magistrates like Luliang would have four days off.
And the holiday is longer, as long as six days.
In previous years during the Qingming Festival, Lu Fang would follow Lu Liang back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, and this year is no exception.
On this day, as soon as Lu Fang returned to his room, Aunt Zhang came over and said, "Master, the shopkeeper of Sanwei Study is here to see you."
Lu Fang suddenly beamed with joy and said to Zhu'er: "Zhu'er, go and tell him and ask him to send all the poems directly over to be turned into a book."
Then he said to Fu'er, who was also waiting nearby: "Fu'er, go find some invitations and help the young master write some invitations."
Zhu'er and Fu'er both agreed obediently.
"Aunt Zhang."
Lu Fang looked at Aunt Zhang who was walking out silently and called her to stop.
Aunt Zhang turned around and said, "Master, do you have any instructions?"
Lu Fang walked up to Aunt Zhang with an awkward Chinese character, exchanged some candies and melon seeds, and said, "Take these snacks back for the children to eat."
After thinking about it, I went back to the house, dug out an unused cloth bag, and put all the candies and snacks in it.
Filling the entire cloth pocket will only cost you a few thousand worship points.
Then he walked outside and put it into Aunt Zhang's hand.
Aunt Zhang was a little embarrassed, "Master, how can this be done?"
Lu Fang said: "It's not a valuable thing, so there's nothing you can do about it."
He knew that Aunt Zhang's family was in trouble, but he also understood that if he directly gave Aunt Zhang some money, she would definitely not take it. Moreover, the name was not justified.
Aunt Zhang bit her lip and said, "Thank you, Master."
Lu Fang grinned, "You're welcome."
Aunt Zhang walked outside.
I thought to myself that Master Lu is really a good person. If he hears anyone say bad things about him in the future, he must have a good talk with them.
Zhu'er and Fu'er, who had not yet left, also smiled knowingly when they saw this scene.
And Lu Fang actually made a profit.
Because at this moment, Aunt Zhang, Fu'er, and Zhu'er contributed nearly 10,000 worship points to him.
Of course, these are just drizzle.
What Lu Fang really cares about is poetry collection.
If nothing unexpected happens, when the collection of poems comes out, I should have received a wave of earth-shattering admiration.