Three-pot porridge and naan

"You have to think about it if you don't want to. We won't arrive until half a month later, and it happens to be celebrating the New Year on the boat."

"..." I was really afraid that something would happen, Wandong didn't even want to live a good year, and he had to travel a lot.

Just as Wandong was about to say something, Yan Shaoxia slashed his knife.

"Don't bother me, I'm not in the mood to fight." Wandong said with a frown.

"If you don't want to fight, be honest." Obviously he was afraid of fighting, but Yan Shaoxia still chose to be stubborn.

Wandong ignored him, and walked silently into the cabin, looking for something to eat.

The kitchen on the ship uses a charcoal fire, and the time for three meals a day is very well planned. Basically, it is impossible to fire before the specified time after each meal.

Wandong was told by the kitchen staff that the next meal would be after dark, so he could only find a room to sleep on an empty stomach.

He didn't have time to think about what Xuanji was thinking, because he was too sleepy.

When Wandong was about to wake up, he heard the voices of Xuanji and Yan outside the house.

"Benefactor Yan, I forgive you that it is impossible to create the next Eternal Golden Soup in a short period of time."

"I didn't ask you to make it. I asked you to put a little of Dr. Mei's blood as a medicine. In this world, it will be useful if he only eats the eternal soup."

When Wandong heard this, his expression darkened instantly.

Xuanji didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The poor monk has been studying medicine for [-] years... I have never heard of it..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Shaoxia lifted his collar.

"I told you to try it, I told you, you have heard it."

"..."

While the two were talking, only a "plop" was heard.

Yan Shaoxia immediately let go of Xuanji and kicked open the door, only to see the big opening of the window, and Dr. Mei had already swam more than ten meters out of the river.

Yan Shaoxia jumped down without even thinking about it.

"...!" Xuanji opened his eyes wide and looked at the two, but he didn't feel that the two were like rivals who could kill red eyes in the Jianghu, but rather like happy enemies.

Wandong's swimming skills can't match Yan Twelve who grew up on the island.

Yan Twelve caught up to Wandong almost easily, and the two fought on the river.

"You're amazing, Doctor Mei. I'm underestimating you even if you dare to run. Do you know that you have to swim for a long time to get to the shore?"

"It's because I didn't know that I swam. Would you dare to know?" Wandong growled.

"...Okay, come back with me." Yan Twelve said and stretched out his hand to grab him.

"impossible."

"You are not cold in winter." Yan Twelve looked at his frozen red nose and cheeks, feeling a little distressed to be honest.

"Ah Choe, it's not cold, even if it's cold to death, you can't bleed."

"...Okay, let's go back and talk about it first."

At this time, someone on the boat came in a small boat.

The two climbed into the boat, and the boat carried them to the big boat.

Xuanji put the cloak on Wandong, and Yan Twelve ordered the people on the boat to go and prepare food.

After a fuss, Wandong finally got something to eat.

Most of the dishes on the boat are made of fish, there are several kinds of grilled fish soup, and even the rice is mixed with caviar.

Wandong was so hungry that he ate three bowls of rice and two plates of grilled fish.

Yan Twelve didn't expect Wandong to be so edible.

"Let the cook do it if it's not enough, no one will compete with you." Yan Twelve said in a low voice. Although his long hair covered most of his face so that his expression could not be seen clearly, he had already shown a lot to Wandong. Be patient.

Wandong raised his eyebrows: "Is it good to let the blood out after gaining weight?"

Yan Twelve: "..."

Xuanji couldn't help laughing.

Yan Twelve didn't know what his expression was, and he said after a while, "I asked you to come with me to save my master. The way was wrong. I offended you so much. Now I apologize here."

Then Yan Twelve said again: "Master Xuanji must have guessed who my master is before he agreed to board the boat with me."

Wandong immediately looked at Xuanji.

Xuanji's face was expressionless, but his ears were red. Wandong immediately snorted, knowing that he was being tricked into getting on the boat.

I said earlier that if the monk wanted to escape, how could anyone with the surname Yan be found? The monk did it on purpose.

"Then who is your master?" Wandong asked, crossing his chest.

Yan Twelve didn't intend to hide it from him anymore, and replied, "Ghost You is my master."

Obviously, at the moment Wandong was annoyed because the answer was too simple and he didn't dare to think about it.

After all, many people think that Gui You is dead, so the person surnamed Yan should not be Gui You's apprentice.

"Ghost tour is not dead?"

"Master jumped into the sea after being poisoned, and was rescued by my father. Later, my father died, and he accepted me as a disciple. However, the poison has not been able to find a way to get rid of it. In the past, I could suppress it. Since last year, I have been unable to suppress it. Half a year ago, after I entrusted my master to a doctor, I embarked on the road of searching for medicine, and then a monk told me that Master Xuanji of Wanguo Temple had a piece of ancient gold soup in his hand that could revive the dead."

"So I went to Shangjing. Then, you all know it, so I won't talk about it."

"Then what kind of poison did your master suffer from?"

"I got hit by Zhi Yan, the boss of the Demon Palace."

"It's the Demon Palace again..." The corner of Wandong's mouth twitched slightly, if the surname Yan knew about the young master of the Demon Palace, would he go back to Fang's house to kill Buhan for revenge?

Wandong asked again: "How did your master get into trouble with the Demon Palace?"

"Because the last step of the Fury Blood Knife was going to be turned off, Master went into the Demon Palace. Zhong Zhiyan was also unexpected."

Xuanji smiled and said: "It was rumored that Gui You was poisoned after the battle with Cai Lu, but now it seems that the world has wronged Cai Lu."

Having said that, if Guiyou hadn't been forced out of poison after being hit by Cai Lu dozens of palms, he would not have been forced to jump into the sea.

However, Cai Lu was not much better at that stop, after going crazy, he looked for people to provoke him everywhere.

"You said earlier that you would take me to see ghosts." Wandong smiled, "I happen to have something to ask him, if you want me to bleed him to save him, it's fine, give me your blood knife."

"You..." Yan Twelve was shocked.

Wandong: "What? You don't want to be a white wolf, do you? Is there such a good thing?"

Yan Twelve said in embarrassment: "That being said, you can't want my blood anger, right? You also know the rules of the world, the sword is in the hands of others! If you want other things, such as gold and silver, you just need to ask."

Wandong frowned slightly: "Then why do I want you to have it? I can have what you have, money can be earned, but there is only one Blood Rage Knife."

"..." It seems to be such a truth.

Yan Twelve immediately hugged his angry blood tightly, afraid that Wan Dong would come and snatch it.

The new year will come soon.

They were at sea that day, but they had already made preparations. They still had a good New Year's Eve dinner, but Wandong didn't receive any new clothes or shoes, so he immediately missed his mother and his aunt.

If it was in Shangjing, Luo Shi must have prepared new clothes and shoes for him at this moment, and he and Xiaobai are struggling to change them at this moment.

Yan Twelve could tell that Wandong was lonely or unhappy.

At night, he came to Wandong with his precious sword in his arms, stood at Wandong's door and said, "If you want my sword...just touch it for you."

Wandong raised his eyebrows suddenly, there is such a good thing.

People in the martial arts world seem to have an "obsession" with their opponent's weapons. For example, those madmen also like to collect their opponent's weapons after defeating them.

Wandong was more curious, after all, this angry blood is at the top of the list of famous knives.

Wandong immediately opened the door, looked at Yan Twelve and said, "Don't lie to me."

"I've brought the knife here, how can I coax you, why don't I go back to my room?" Yan Twelve said and wanted to leave while holding the knife.

"Come in!" Wandong said impatiently.

Yan Twelve carefully handed the angry blood to Wandong, but Wandong was speechless, and the man was not so careful when chopping around with a knife.

"Don't knock him down, and the place is small, don't wave him, just touch him."

"... Got it." Don't worry.

Wandong touched the angry blood for a while, feeling the innate aura of this knife, no wonder it is so powerful, the fire was caused by the old man Guiyou who risked his death to go to the Demon Palace to escape.

It's no wonder that the owner of the Demon Palace gave the old man Guiyou the most poisonous poison. After all, he is a Demon Palace.

However, this also achieved Raging Blood.

"This is essentially a cold knife. Why did it go to the Demon Palace to extinguish the flames?" Wandong asked him.

Yan Twelve replied: "Because there are all kinds of fires in the Demon Palace, yin and yang."

As soon as he said that, Wandong understood.

"The old man Guiyou's poison is not bad."

Yan Twelve: "..." Has anyone said that?

Wandong touched it and found it unsatisfactory, and said he wanted to hug her to sleep.

Yan Twelve was furious, and growled hoarsely: "You have to make an inch."

Wandong: "What a cheapskate, you won't lose a piece of meat if I hug you to sleep."

"Even if I hug you to sleep, you won't grow a piece of meat. So, there's no need."

"..." Unexpectedly, this guy surnamed Yan is so eloquent, it makes his hands itch, wishing he could knock out all the kid's teeth and throw them into the sea...

Wandong couldn't sleep all night with the Blood Rage Knife in his arms, but after looking at the Blood Rage Knife carefully, he was already very satisfied. This good mood was enough for him to go to bed early.

Within three days, the group finally arrived at the island Yan Twelve mentioned.

There are many villages on the island. Seeing Yan Twelve's return, the villagers came to say hello. Seeing a monk and a beautiful boy beside Yan Twelve, they couldn't help talking to them.

Yan Twelve: "These two are my friends, both are famous doctors who came to save my master."

Wandong: Who is your friend? And I am not a famous doctor, just a small doctor.

Yan Twelve and his master lived on the highest mountain on the island.

There is also a village there, and there are ten families in the village.

On the way up the mountain, after Wandong and the monk walked on Yan Twelve, the monk obviously struggled.

Yan Twelve handed Xuanji the leader, and Xuanji put his shoulders on his shoulders and continued to climb the mountain.

Almost there, when a dog barked, a doctor came out of the wooden building and shouted, "Is Twelve back?"

"Yes!" Yan Twelve replied.

"Then I dodged, Twelve, your master is about to die!" the man said as he dodged away.

"...!" Yan Twelve didn't care too much and used lightness kung fu to fly towards the wooden building with mystery.