I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

"Oh, Sister Jiuer fainted, what should we do?" Zhao Muxin was frightened.

"Don't panic!" Yuan Feng waved his hand. He had seen this situation in a short video in his previous life. The best way was to perform cardiac compression, which was called cardiopulmonary resuscitation in technical terms.

Yuan Feng leaned over and knelt beside Hu Jiuer: "I have a cardiopulmonary resuscitation technique. By pressing the heart of an unconscious person, I can wake Jiuer up."

"Then what are you waiting for? Brother Feng, get started."

What are you waiting for?

Yuan Feng is looking for the location of Hu Jiuer's heart.

The two peaks on Hu Jiuer's chest were so big that he couldn't find a place to start.

"No matter, that's it!"

Yuan Feng gritted his teeth and pressed down on the upper part of the mountain just below the collarbone.

As soon as the contact occurred, Hu Jiuer's body began to twitch slightly.

“Hey, it works!”

Yuan Feng was overjoyed, thinking that watching the short video was not in vain.

Seeing the effect, he started pressing harder.

But after a long time, Hu Jiuer still didn't wake up.

Zhao Muxin was watching anxiously: "Brother Feng, will this method work? Why hasn't Sister Jiuer woken up yet?"

"It should work. Maybe I punched too hard. It doesn't matter. I still have artificial respiration."

"Artificial respiration? What is that?"

"It's mouth-to-mouth blowing to help the unconscious person breathe. Watch carefully!"

Yuan Feng pouted his lips and was about to lower his head to blow air, but Zhao Muxin suddenly reached out to stop him.

"Brother Feng, are there any requirements for artificial respiration? If not, let me do it. After all, Sister Jiuer and I are both girls."

Yuan Feng thought about it carefully and realized that there were no requirements for artificial respiration: "That's right, artificial respiration only requires blowing air into the mouth, so you should do it."

Zhao Muxin knelt beside him and followed suit: "Brother Feng, is it okay for me to do this?"

"Just blow it."

After getting the affirmation, Zhao Muxin kissed him boldly.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Hu Jiuer suddenly opened her eyes and put her hand on her head.

"No, I'm awake."

In fact, she didn't faint. Although Yuan Feng's punch just now was painful, it didn't actually do any harm to her. It was almost unfair for her to faint.

Hu Jiuer fell down just because she didn't want to appear too powerful.

However, Hu Jiuer was still very shocked. Although Yuan Feng's fist did not cause any harm to her, the pain that went straight to her soul was really uncomfortable.

She still underestimated the power of the Holy Spirit Body.

When Yuan Feng was pressing her chest just now, she was about to wake up, but when she heard that Yuan Feng was going to kiss her, she decided to continue pretending to be unconscious.

This was originally a good opportunity for her to obtain the blessings of the Holy Spirit Body, but unfortunately it was ruined by Zhao Muxin.

"Damn you Xin'er, I treated you as my good sister, but you ruined my good plan at this important moment!"

Hu Jiuer was just saying this in her heart. After all, Zhao Muxin knew nothing, and Hu Jiuer certainly couldn't really blame her.

"You're awake, that's good. Let's continue the meeting." Yuan Feng clapped his hands and returned to the table.

"Ah? Still open?"

"Why not?"

Both girls had no interest in the meeting, but they couldn't refuse, so they could only return to the table in disappointment.

"I have a general understanding of Jiu'er's situation. You are indeed quite powerful. You only fainted after taking my punch, which is good enough. However, I have a question now... If you are so strong, why have you fallen to the point of staying with me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became subtle.

Even Zhao Muxin, who was the least worldly-wise, was looking at Hu Jiuer with a scrutinizing gaze.

Hu Jiuer's behavior is indeed abnormal. She is obviously a master, so why does she have to live under someone else's roof? And when she first came, she said she was fleeing.

At this moment, Hu Jiuer was sweating profusely and her scalp was tingling. She had time to make up a good excuse.

"Um...can I not tell you why?"

"Humph." Yuan Feng snorted coldly, his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, "Even if you don't tell me, I know why."

"You...you know everything?" Hu Jiuer sweated even more.

"Of course I know. Actually, you... are attracted by the Feng Shui of my home. You thought that if anything unexpected happens in the future, you can bury it here to benefit future generations, right?"

"Yes... yes?" Hu Jiuer answered with guilt.

right?

Is that right?

Zhao Muxin could tell that this was not the case.

But since Yuan Feng said so, she had no reason to interrupt.

"It's your turn now, Mu Xin. Do you have any hidden strength you want to show?" Yuan Feng looked at Zhao Mu Xin.

"Brother Feng, don't worry, I don't have any strength and I can't even practice." Zhao Muxin said with a firm look.

Yuan Feng's mouth twitched: "You don't have any strength, and you want me to feel at ease? There are three of us in our family, Jiuer and I are both masters, but you are not. You can't practice, but you are so proud?"

"what?"

Zhao Muxin was stunned.

Isn't this meeting a test of honesty? How can it be a test of strength?

This was something she had not expected. Brother Feng's thoughts were really hard to guess.

"Tell me, why can't you practice? Is it because you don't have spiritual roots?" Yuan Feng was also an experienced person and could empathize with Zhao Muxin. He wanted to help Zhao Muxin solve the problem of not being able to practice.

"Actually... I could have practiced." Zhao Muxin seemed to have made some important decision. She lifted the sleeve of her right arm, revealing her white arm.

Yuan Feng saw something. He saw the abrupt red skull tattoo on her smooth upper arm.

"Your tattoo is a bit ugly. Is there a rule in the world of immortal cultivation that you can't practice immortal cultivation if you have tattoos?"

Yuan Feng was a little puzzled. He knew that people with tattoos could not take civil service exams or join the military. Some electronics factories even refused to hire workers with tattoos.

But this is a world of cultivating immortals, there shouldn’t be such rules, right?

Zhao Muxin ignored Yuan Feng's question and said, "This is a curse on my arm. It was planted by the old man who kidnapped me a few days ago. With this curse, I will never be able to practice for the rest of my life."

"That crazy old man from a few days ago? It's so serious, can the curse be removed?"

If not, having talent but not being able to practice would be too miserable.

"Yes, but it requires special items, which are not easy to obtain."

"Tell me what it is. I want to see how hard it is to get it."

"The rarest of these is a material called Star Sand. One gram costs thousands of Spirit Stones. If you want to remove the curse on my arm, you need at least ten grams."

"That's tens of thousands of spirit stones, right?"

Tens of thousands of spirit stones, is this hard to come by? Even if I had to sell myself, I would still be unable to get it.

Yuan Feng is quite self-aware. He knows that the only way for him to get spirit stones now is to raise the treasure-tailed beast.

But he only had one, and even if its tail could produce sparks, it couldn't cut out tail hair worth tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Zhao Muxin saw Yuan Feng's embarrassment. She didn't want to trouble others with this matter. "Brother Feng, you can't worry about Xin'er. It's good that you can't practice. Life is short, so we know how to cherish it. Xin'er is very happy now."

"There will be a way."

Yuan Feng didn't know what to say and could only offer empty words of comfort.

"That's all for today's meeting. You guys go take a rest. I'm going out for some fresh air."

After saying that, Yuan Feng walked out of the house alone.

When he came out of the yard, he stood tall in the wind.

After a moment, Zhao Muxin quietly came behind him and lowered her head carefully: "Brother Feng."

"You're here?" Yuan Feng faced the mountains in the distance without looking back.

"Brother Feng, do you really think that Sister Jiuer..." Zhao Muxin hesitated to speak.

"Just say whatever you want to say. It's okay. We live under the same roof. It's not good to keep things to yourself." Yuan Feng still didn't look back.

Zhao Muxin swallowed her saliva and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Brother Feng, do you really think Sister Jiuer is okay?"

"You think there's something wrong with her?"

"No." Zhao Muxin denied hurriedly, "I just think Sister Jiuer is hiding a secret."

Zhao Muxin is a little girl after all. She has been in trouble before, so it is inevitable that she is more sensitive.

Yuan Feng didn't care about it, and said in a relaxed tone: "You feel this way because Jiuer didn't tell the truth, right? She didn't tell the truth, I can see that, but, so what?"

"so what?"

"After she came, did she help?"

"Yes, I helped. I shared a lot of housework. When Brother Feng was wrongfully imprisoned, it was Sister Jiuer who helped a lot."

"Look, doesn't this make the point clear? Since she really helped, why should we blame her for not telling the truth?"

"Brother Feng is right."

"You have to understand the principle of judging by deeds rather than intentions. Besides, you didn't tell the truth, so I shouldn't have known."

"Ah?" Zhao Muxin was stunned for a moment, then terrified, "Brother Feng, I was wrong. I really didn't tell the truth."

"Your little thoughts are all written on your face, it's hard to tell a lie. The curse on your arm was not caused by that crazy old man, right?"

"Yes..." Zhao Muxin's eyes were filled with tears. "This is a curse from an enemy. That enemy is very powerful. I'm afraid that after Brother Feng finds out, he won't dare to take Xin'er in anymore."

"Silly girl, you are not me, how do you know I would be afraid? Just say it out loud." Yuan Feng turned his back to her, his tone full of confidence.

The more Zhao Muxin looked at his back, the more majestic he seemed.

Brother Feng is... so confident, and has wisdom far beyond his age.

At this moment, Zhao Muxin realized that Yuan Feng's usual nonchalant attitude was just a disguise.

"Brother Feng..." Zhao Muxin came to Yuan Feng's side, "Are you writing on the ground with water? Feng... is Brother Feng's name, but why is the stroke in the middle so short?"

Zhao Muxin looked at it strangely, because the stroke was more than half smaller than the glimpse.

"Heh..." Yuan Feng smiled helplessly, "I can't pee enough..."

"Ok?"

Zhao Muxin didn't dare to look at the words on the ground...Brother Feng's usual carefree attitude was not a disguise.