I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

The next morning.

Yan Ping smelled the fragrance of food and just opened his eyes.

Yu Tianhong's cheerful voice came from outside, as if she was not affected by last night at all.

"Senior, it's time for dinner."

Listening to his natural attitude, Yan Ping suddenly felt as if he had been dreaming last night.

Although he thought so, Yan Ping didn't feel anything.

The aftereffects of the bitter medicine I took the night before have completely disappeared, and there is no more bitterness and coldness in my sea of ​​consciousness.

The damage to the sea of ​​consciousness caused by the forced ban in Qingyuan City has also improved a lot.

At least from yesterday morning till now, a day has passed and apart from dizziness, there has been no dull pain.

Yan Ping got up lazily.

Anyway, I said last night that I would not accept any disciples. Now that the meal is ready, it would be a waste not to eat it.

Yu Tianhong breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him get up.

Even though I was rejected yesterday, it doesn't matter.

A truly strong person never backs down!

As long as Yan Ping didn't drive him away, maybe he would have a chance if he stayed for a while. It would be the same if he practiced sword there.

Yu Tianhong put the dishes and chopsticks away respectfully.

It was only when Yan Ping slowly walked over and sat down that Yu Tianhong saw his current appearance and her breathing stopped for a moment.

Her clothes were a little messy, and her eyes were slightly closed.

This is what a peerless beauty looks like when she just wakes up.

Yan Ping glanced at the table. There were a lot of dishes, but the portions were small. They were fine for breakfast, so he began to eat slowly.

After Yu Tianhong came to his senses, he turned around and brought out a bowl of medicinal food, looking a little nervous.

"Senior, this is the medicinal meal I made by combining medicinal herbs with food."

Yan Ping's hand, which was about to pick up some food, suddenly stopped.

Yu Tianhong became more and more embarrassed and nervous, and took a deep breath, "Senior, don't worry, I have tried this myself, there is no problem at all, and it tastes very good."

Yu Tianhong said this, and when he saw the dishes on the table, he added another sentence.

“It tastes better than the food on the table.”

Yan Ping raised his head and looked at the boy who was still wearing an apron. Although he didn't say anything, Yu Tianhong seemed to hear him asking.

is it?

Yu Tianhong's face flushed: "...Senior, I really tasted it!"

Yan Ping woke up after having enough sleep, feeling lazy all over, and didn't want to talk at this time.

She took her hand back and motioned for him to bring it over.

The medicinal food is stewed in chicken soup, the color is translucent, and there is a little oil floating on it.

Yan Ping picked up the spoon beside him and took a sip.

It tastes sweet at first, and the aftertaste lasts in the mouth.

His lazy spirit perked up a little and he took another sip.

Yu Tianhong's eyes lit up, "Senior, how was it this time?"

Yan Ping nodded slightly and looked towards the peach blossom forest.

Two figures appeared inside, one after the other.

Yu Tianhong didn't notice it, but when she saw Yan Ping nod, she became even more excited and started chattering.

"If you like it, I will cook for you every meal in the future!"

"I know many different ways to do it, as long as you like it!"

Yan Ping: “…”

He is really noisy.

Wen Ye, who came from afar and appeared in the peach blossom forest: "..."

When you come back after being away for a few days, your house has been robbed?

Has your position been taken by someone else?

Fu Tiancheng didn't notice anything unusual and walked in with Wen Ye.

Yu Tianhong just realized someone was coming and finally stopped talking. He turned around and saw Fu Tiancheng and Wen Ye, whom he didn't recognize, and felt a little confused.

Fu Tiancheng didn't know who he was, but from what he said just now, he was obviously someone close to Yan Ping.

If only Yan Ping was more satisfied with this young man and was willing to let Wen Ye go, then there would be no obstacles for him to accept a disciple!

When Fu Tiancheng thought of this, he smiled even more contentedly.

Yu Tianhong just looked at him, smiled politely, and then shifted her gaze to Wen Ye.

Wen Ye glanced at him indifferently, then looked away at Yan Ping. Seeing the clothes he was wearing, he frowned slightly.

Yu Tianhong subconsciously clenched his fists.

This person has no manners at all. He actually dares to spy on the seniors so blatantly!

And he even dared to frown at his senior!

The two people who were both enemies and friends in the original work, at this moment, inexplicably disliked each other.

Yan Ping didn't look at them. After knowing who was coming, he continued to drink his soup.

Fu Tiancheng didn't care, but looked at Yu Tianhong with a smile.

"who are you?"

Yu Tianhong keenly noticed that Yan Ping seemed to know them, so she relaxed her fingers and behaved quite obediently.

"Junior Yu Tianhong."

"Now I am working beside you, Senior, to repay you."

Fu Tiancheng felt a little regretful when he heard this, as the reason was completely different from what he had imagined.

"I'm Fu Tiancheng, the elder of Huayang Peak. You can call me Master Fu."

Yu Tianhong reacted immediately. He had never seen this person before, but he had heard of his name. He was the strongest formation master in the Tianyang Sect.

Yu Tianhong admired Qiang, and his attitude changed visibly, becoming more respectful.

"Master Fu."

Fu Tiancheng smiled and handed over a formation plate.

"Meeting gift."

Wen Ye watched Yan Ping quietly from the side. Compared with the last time they met, something seemed to have gone wrong with Yan Ping.

He looked lazy and lifeless, and even drank his soup in a disjointed manner.

In the past, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he was always interested in everything he did.

Moreover, the clothes were changed before he left. Judging from Yan Ping's habits in Qingyuan City, when he has clothes to wear, he will not force himself to make do with them.

What happened to Yan Ping these two days?

Yu Tianhong was originally talking to Fu Tiancheng, and seeing him staring at Yan Ping, she frowned slightly, blocking his view subtly.

Then he received Wen Ye's cold and unhappy gaze.

Yu Tianhong smiled slightly, but her eyes turned cold.

If you look at me again, I’ll dig out your eyes!

Wen Ye's face also turned cold. He stole the house and got the position and dared to show off in front of him.

Does this person want to die?

Fu Tiancheng didn't notice the quarrel between the two people. He simply sat down next to Yan Ping and asked with a smile.

"How are your injuries?"

Yan Ping lazily put down the spoon, glanced at him, and hummed as a response.

Fu Tiancheng didn't care. He didn't come here to visit her really, and their relationship wasn't that close yet.

"Before, I wanted to take him in as my disciple, and you said that you wanted him to enter the Tianyang Sect. Now that he has entered the Tianyang Sect, can he become my disciple?"

Yan Ping glanced at him, then looked at Wen Ye who was blocked by Yu Tianhong, before uttering a word.

"Do not."

Fu Tiancheng suddenly became anxious and almost grabbed Yan Ping by the collar and shook him, "I have agreed to your request, why don't you let him become your disciple?"

Yan Ping glanced at him lazily, then lowered his brows and drank his soup quietly.

Fu Tiancheng wanted to ask more questions, but Wen Ye glanced at Yu Tianhong, came out from the side and stopped him.

"Master Fu, let's talk about it next time."

"Before Senior agrees, I will not take anyone else as my master, please rest assured."

When Yu Tianhong heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Things seemed a little different from what he had imagined.