In the guest room, Po Meng looked at Wei Ming, who was lying on the bed, pale and unconscious, and asked distressedly: "Master Wu Xia, Wei Ming... How is Wei Ming doing with him~"
Wu Xiazi retracted his hand from Wei Ming's wrist, smoothed his gray beard, and said with emotion: "It should be said that it was a blessing in disguise! Although this young man was injured by my junior brother's Huigong Dafa, which eliminated his internal strength,
But it happened to trigger his original hidden injury and turn it into an obvious injury. In addition, he is still young and well versed in pharmacology. If nothing goes wrong, he will wake up within three days and fully recover in about half a month.
Already~"
After hearing this, Po Meng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that Wei Ming's life was safe and that the hidden wounds from her mother's womb had been cured as a blessing in disguise, she stopped talking and sat quietly by the bed, guarding him.
When Wu Xiazi saw this, she had no intention of disturbing her, so she stood up and planned to leave. Po Meng also had no intention of getting up to see her off. She just nodded and turned her attention back to Wei Ming. Seeing her like this, Wu Xiazi also
Not angry, he stroked his beard, glanced at Po Meng and Wei Ming lying on the bed with a hint of meaning in his eyes, and left with a smile.
After leaving the door, Wuxiazi came to the edge of the cliff where he often practiced martial arts, and stood there quietly. After a while, Wuxiazi suddenly sighed and said: "It has been about twenty years since we last met.
Well~ Now that you are here, why don’t you show up to see Young Hero Dongfang? Or should I call you... Commander You?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure wearing an iron mask suddenly appeared on the boulder on the edge of the cliff. It was Dongfang Xi.
"Young hero...?" Dongfang Xi said with emotion: "I haven't heard such a title for a long time~" After a pause, Dongfang Xi continued: "Dongfang Xi... died at the age of twenty
You were caught in the catastrophe a year ago, and You Jin also died in the battle at the Evil Palace a year ago. What’s standing in front of you now is just a nameless, lonely ghost~!"
Dongfang Xi's voice was very hoarse. Coupled with the injury and weakness, his voice now was no different from a dead tree branch blown by the wind. This was caused by swallowing hot coals in order to hide his identity from others. He subconsciously touched his iron mask.
, this face was also disfigured by his own hands at that time.
Thinking back to the time when he disfigured himself, swallowed charcoal, and hid in the court for revenge, he ended up like this. He didn't look like a human or a ghost, and even now, he almost didn't protect his own son.
Wu Xiazi was silent on the side. As an outsider, he really didn't know what to say. In fact, when Gu Yuexuan told him the whole story of the Thirty-year Outlaw incident, he also mentioned Dongfang Weiming and Dongfang Xi. Even at that time
He also thought that it would be great for such a young man with good talent and good temperament to become a disciple of Xiaoyao Valley. However, Weiming never had the opportunity to visit Xiaoyao Valley, so the matter went nowhere.
At that time, neither Gu Yuexuan nor Wu Xiazi thought that You Jin, that is, Dongfang Xi, was Dongfang Weiming's biological father. In fact, there was only one person in Xiaoyao Valley who had some speculation about this at that time, but later Weiming Yunyou Sifang
, Dongfang Xi’s whereabouts were unknown, and the matter was left unresolved at this time.
"Senior Wuxia, I...Dongfang Xi has something to ask of me~"
After a long while, Dongfang Xi suddenly knelt down in front of Wu Xiazi and said seriously, this may be the last time, or it may be the penultimate time that he asks for help under this name.
Wu Xiazi couldn't help but was stunned, and immediately reached out to help him up, "What are you doing? If you have anything to do, get up and talk~"
Dongfang Xi stopped Wu Xiazi's movements, shook his head and said: "Dongfang Xi is a junior, and he has something to ask for from his seniors. This gift is well deserved by seniors."
"Ahem~~" As he said that, Dongfang Xi coughed twice, and a trace of blood flowed out from his mouth. He had been hit by the Lord of Tianyi City three times and seven times without any precautions. He was seriously injured, but later blocked it with his sword.
Xuan Mingzi half-attacked the poisonous palm, and if he hadn't been fed a pill of good fortune before he knew it, and then sent to Xiaoyao Valley for treatment in time, he would have met the real Po Meng by the Naihe Bridge.
"Senior Wuxia, I believe in your character, so... I would like to ask you... to accept Wei Ming as my disciple, and... teach him for me the principles of life, and the path he should take in the future." Dongfang Xi continued intermittently.
After speaking out his request, his breath became even weaker. It turned out that he had been suppressing the injury with his internal strength before, but now he was almost unable to suppress it.
Seeing this, Wu Xiazi hurriedly meditated, put his hands on Dongfang Xi's shoulders, and used his own inner strength to heal his injuries. At the same time, he also said: "Back then, you and Li Cangtian came to Xiaoyao Valley to return Beiming's magical secret book, which was of great help to our sect.
Favor, this little thing is nothing, not to mention that this child Wei Ming is extremely talented and kind-hearted. Even if you don't tell him, the old Taoist still has plans to include him in the door, but the apprenticeship is all voluntary. If he doesn't want to become a disciple,
Entering Xiaoyao Valley, the old Taoist is also incompetent."
"With the words of the senior, the junior will feel relieved." Dongfang Xi said happily: "If he doesn't express his unwillingness, then it means that he will not be blessed. Naturally, the junior will not force it."
Wu Xiazi nodded, and the two of them stopped talking and concentrated on practicing their skills.
...
At the same time, in Weiming's room, Po Meng was concentrating on wiping Weiming's forehead and cheeks, and from time to time she reached out to explore Weiming's veins and stomach. There was a stove not far from the bed, and medicinal porridge was being heated on the stove.
When Weiming felt his spleen and stomach were empty, he put a small spoon against the corner of his mouth and fed him a little. This was also to prevent Weiming from being weak due to being unconscious for too long.
After feeding him rice porridge again, Po Meng carefully wiped the corners of Weiming's mouth, and then looked at him infatuatedly. After looking at him for a while, she didn't know what she thought of, and her face flushed again, and she looked away shyly.
.
But soon she turned back, her expression became a little resentful, as if she was speaking to Wei Ming, or talking to herself: "Little enemy, I really don't know what evil I did in my previous life, but you have to appear here."
By my side..."
As she said that, Po Meng couldn't help but caressed Wei Ming's cheek and said faintly: "Come when you say you will come~ But why do you come so late again? Could it be that... I really did some sins in my previous life. In this life
It took me half a lifetime of suffering to come to you at this age~?"
Meng Po's words were filled with sadness, and tears flowed out of her eyes unconsciously.
"That's all~ Just think of it as my own fault! Now that I've come to you, what else can I ask for?" Po Meng gently stroked Wei Ming's cheek and said softly: "Little enemy~ Young Master! You must do it.
Wake up, and nothing will happen to you! I am... I am..."
Halfway through her words, Mrs. Meng stopped, smiled to herself, and did not continue.
Looking at Weiming sleeping peacefully on the bed, Po Meng's heart moved and she felt it carefully. After confirming that there was no one near the room, she secretly glanced at Weiming's sleeping face, and then gently lay on Weiming's chest.
Her cheek was pressed against Wei Ming's neck, and she could even feel his breathing. She raised her head and took another sneak peek, feeling a little daughter-like joy in her heart.
Although she wanted to go further, the faint inferiority in her heart stopped her from moving.
That's good~ That's good...
Po Meng thought so. This chapter has been completed!