Three-pot porridge and naan

The old man Guiyou's condition is very bad, now he is exhaling a lot of gas and taking in less gas.Yan Twelve called him, but he didn't know who called him, and he lost consciousness.

After Xuanji felt Guiyou's pulse, he took out a blood-colored pill from the porcelain bottle he carried and fed it into Guiyou's mouth.

Yan Twelve took the water glass on the table and poured Gui You a mouthful of water.

This medicine can hold Guiyou's breath away for the time being, so he can only do this first and wait for Monk Xuanji to figure out a solution.

Xuanji smiled suddenly: "I thought a lot along the way, and it's not a bad idea to let Wandong be a medicine man."

Wandong just heard this sentence when she came in, turned around and wanted to go out.

"Xiao Wandong, don't be scared by me. I just asked you to be a medicine man. Just like Yan Shaoxia said, let some blood, but don't die...you can also accumulate merit." Xuanji said embarrassingly.

"I'm not a monk, so I don't need to be like you. Besides, the merit of saving him is yours, not mine." As soon as Wandong finished speaking, Yan Twelve Jumped in front of him and directly blocked his way.

Wandong took a step back in shock: "Don't say you want to keep fighting?"

In the end, Yan Twelve didn't answer back, he raised the anger blood in his hand without saying a word, and said in a deep voice: "I will give you the anger blood, you save my master."

"..." His change was too great, and Wandong was even more frightened. If it was normal for this person to keep shouting, beating and killing, this is not normal now.

Or... Wandong turned his head to look at the lifeless and lifeless ghost lying on the bamboo bed.Or Yan Twelve just came back and saw Gui You's miserable state, and suddenly felt that anger and blood were nothing more than things outside his body, and his master's life was more important.

"Okay, for the sake of Nuxue, I'll save people." When Wandong picked up Nuxue, he paid special attention to the expression on Yan Twelve's face.

Pale, forbearing.

Boy, you still have today, this knife will be kept by grandpa for the time being, and I will return it to you when I feel better.

"Since Wandong agreed, I'll go to dispense the medicine, let's start at night." Xuanji smiled lightly.

Wandong suddenly frowned and looked at Xuanji: "I've always wondered why you want to save Ghost You, Monk!"

Xuanji sighed: "Speaking of which, Ghost Tour should be considered my uncle. He had shaved off his hair 20 years ago, and he was in Wanguo Temple. The ancestor was very fond of him and wanted to pass on the position of abbot to him. However, he practiced martial arts all his life and became an idiot. I also like to find people to compete with others everywhere, and I left the Buddhist sect after making too many enemies. It was only after the ghost wandered away that the master appointed my master as the abbot. This rule was changed because of Ghost Tour."

"So that's the case. No wonder you want to save him. I guess your master must love this ghost very much."

"Ghost You followed the master at the age of nine, and the master devoted all his efforts to him." Xuanji sighed.

It's just that the world is impermanent, and the one who puts the most effort into it is often quite different from expectations.

And it is his master who really inherits the mantle of his master.

But for Shizu, Xuanji will save Guiyou.

Xuanji asked Yan Twelve to prepare medicinal materials. At night, Wandong poured out half a bowl of blood. His face was originally rosy, but there was no big change after putting it in. Yan Twelve turned pale when he saw the half bowl of blood. .

Wandong cleaned up the wound for himself, but Yan Twelve didn't come back to his senses, Yan Twelve's hands were still trembling, and half of his face was pale.

Xuanji took away Wandong's medicine, Wandong glanced at the cold sweat on Yan Twelve's forehead, and sneered, "Why? Afraid of blood?"

"..." Yan Twelve didn't want to admit it.

"Then go and cook red dates and wolfberry soup for me overnight." Wandong laughed.

Yan Twelve stood up immediately, and when he came out, he suddenly realized that he couldn't make soup, so he went to the village to find a doctor he recognized.

When Yan Twelve brought back the jujube and wolfberry soup, Wandong had already fallen asleep.

He yelled twice, probably because he felt that this thing was too cold to drink, and he had to wake Wandong up.

Only then did he realize that a large bloodstain had appeared on the cut wound on the palm of Wandong's hand. Could it be that the wound was not bandaged properly or that the medicine was not properly administered?

Yan Twelve put down the food box, raised Wandong's hand, and re-bandaged him with medicine.

Just after finishing these, Wandong woke up.

Wandong stared at him for a while, then asked, "Where's the soup?"

He probably just wanted something sweet.

Seeing that he woke up suddenly, Yan Twelve was startled by his beautiful eyes, let go of his hand, and pointed to the table: "It's over there."

"Bring it to me, I want a drink."

"You don't have hands..." As soon as Yan Twelve finished speaking, seeing the bandaged wound on Wandong's hand, he immediately stood up, opened the food box, and carefully took out the soup bowl.

"It's not convenient for you, I'll feed you..." Yan Twelve's tongue was tied.

"No, you bring me here by yourself." Wandong took a spoon with his left hand and started to drink one mouthful at a time.

"It's so sweet and I like it." Wandong licked the corner of his mouth.

Yan Twelve blushed inexplicably, how could this Wandong eat like this: "..."

Wandong drank all the soup, Yan Twelve was still holding the bowl, he couldn't help frowning and said, "Brother, don't your hands feel sore."

"..." Yan Twelve came back to his senses and put down the bowl, then asked him if he wanted to eat anything else.

Wandong: "Okay, don't disturb my sleep, let's leave soon."

Yan Twelve was speechless, this must be his home after all.Seeing that Wandong had already fallen asleep, but he didn't want Wandong to feel better, he suddenly said maliciously, "Go to sleep after drinking the sweet soup, be careful of tooth decay."

After he finished speaking, he slipped away. After he slipped away, Wandong sat up irritatedly, ran to the sink to rinse his mouth and brush his teeth, and washed his face by the way.

Probably really afraid of tooth decay.

Xuanji worked all night, Yan Twelve was sitting beside him, although he couldn't help much.

Finally, Xuanji formulated the medicine, but it's hard to say whether it has the effect of the Eternal Golden Soup.

He made the prepared medicine and handed it to Yan Twelve, and told him to take it to the old man Guiyou first.

Yan Twelve took the medicine from Xuanji. To be honest, he was holding on to hope. After all, what he wanted to do in the past two years was to cure Master's illness, and this medicine was made by Wandong with half a bowl of blood. He hoped it would work.

After he fed the medicine to his master, he sat by the bed for a long time, recalling the past many years, from when he was very young, his master taught him the art of swordsmanship, to when his master started to get sick...

Time flies, spring flowers are falling, fallen leaves are rotting, spring is passing and autumn is coming, cold is coming and summer is coming.

Since his father passed away, he only had his master, and the master only had him.

He only wanted Master's illness to be cured, and he could take Master back to Xiaohe, or to Shangjing. Master often said that Shangjing was the place he regretted the most, and Xiaohe was the place where he was happiest.

After all these years, he finally understood Master's regrets and joys.

"Master, when you wake up and get better, let's go to Beijing. The land in Zhou Langdu is cheap. I will buy a few acres of land and build a building there for the elderly. I will buy a few shops or something..." Yan Twelve said to himself, he really hoped that Master could hear his words.

It was almost dawn, and the chickens in the backyard were crowing. Yan Twelve watched over his master, gradually getting sleepy, and fell asleep on the table for a while before dawn.

Guiyou still didn't wake up that day, and Xuanji asked Yan Twelve to feed Guiyou medicine for several days.

In short, the medicine is effective, at least Guiyou's breathing has become normal, and his complexion is also getting better day by day, but he still doesn't know when he will wake up.

Time passed quickly, and it was almost Lantern Festival in a blink of an eye. Although Guiyou hadn't woken up, his condition was getting better day by day.

After staying on the mountain for so long, Yan Twelve wanted to take Wandong to the market at the foot of the mountain during the Lantern Festival.

Wandong was bored enough on the mountain, he just cooked some delicious food in the kitchen every day.

Yan Twelve didn't know that Wandong had such a good craftsmanship, and he was looking forward to cooking every day.

Wandong's cooking skills are naturally not as good as his aunt Luo's, and he can only cook those few dishes.

What Yan Twelve and Monk Xuanji like to eat most is the preserved egg porridge made by Wandong.

Yan Twelve can eat a small can by himself, and when Monk Xuanji wants to add more porridge, he will even say: "Preserved eggs are meat dishes, Monk, you break the precept."

Xuanji was speechless: "..."

On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Wandong was kneading dough early in the morning. Yan Twelve came into the kitchen, wondering what Wandong was doing, and asked, "Will Wandong go down the mountain tomorrow?"

"I don't want to go." Wandong was busy and didn't have time to talk to him, so he replied without thinking.

Yan Twelve hugged her chest in dissatisfaction: "Don't you want to go down the mountain to play? I'll pay for it. Didn't you say you want to buy new clothes?"

Wandong was making white flour pastries for Yuanxiao, so he didn't listen carefully to what Yan Twelve said.

Although Yan Twelve was a little unhappy before Wandong's answer, he suddenly discovered that little Wandong had something to learn from him. For example, Wandong took his life very seriously. do.

Yan Twelve thinks back to his past self again, compared with Wan Dong, he just lives carelessly.

Wandong shaped each of the white flour pastries into the shapes of Chinese zodiac signs, and dotted the eyes with red beans...

Yan Twelve looked at the lifelike cakes on the wooden plate over there, and suddenly felt that Dr. Mei, his uncle is really a wonderful person!

Realizing his thoughts, Yan Twelve blushed slightly in embarrassment, rubbed his nose and walked out of the kitchen.

Wandong didn't go, he asked Monk Xuanji to go.

During the Lantern Festival, Yan Twelve and Xuanji went down the mountain for a day, and it was already late when they came back. Yan Twelve was carrying big and small bags, all of which he bought, most of them were for food, and there were some things for Wandong to choose. A new set of clothes and new shoes.

Yan Twelve didn't expect his master to wake up after he came back from the trip down the mountain.

As soon as Yan Twelve and Xuanji came back, they heard a loud voice coming from the room: "Stinky boy, I told you not to eat or not to eat, you take it away!"

Isn't this the voice of his master! ?Yan Twelve's body stiffened for a moment, and then tears glistened in his eyes. He hadn't heard such an energetic voice from his master for a long time.

"Old man, the pastries I made are for you to save face!" Wandong picked up a little mouse white flour pastry and stuffed it into Gui You's mouth.

Guiyou couldn't move, he could only let him stuff the pastry into his mouth, he was so angry that he wanted to shout but his mouth was gagged.

Seeing this scene, Yan Twelve was angry and laughed at the same time. He thought that Master felt the same as him.

"Master." Yan Twelve knelt in front of Gui You, his eyes were red, "You finally woke up."

Gui You saw that Yan Twelve wanted to reach out to stroke his head, but he couldn't exert any strength on his body, so he choked up for a long time, but luckily Wandong removed the pastry that blocked his mouth.

"Twelve, how long have I been asleep?"

Yan Twelve was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "It's been a long time, Master."

"Hey, I finally woke up..." Gui You quickly noticed Monk Xuanji standing at the door.

Guiyou doesn't know Xuanji, but he knows the cassock on Xuanji's body, which is only available to the disciples of the abbot of Wanguo Temple.

Ghost Tour: "You are..."

Xuanji smiled lightly: "The poor monk is Xuanji, the disciple of the abbot of Wanguo Temple."

Gui You vaguely heard the name of this young man: "You were the one who relieved the Zhi Yan in my body."

"Not all of it, and Wandong's contribution." Xuanji smiled and looked at Wandong.

Wandong also squinted at Gui You, and even raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Ghost Tour and Yan Twelve: "..."

The old man Guiyou has woken up, Xuanji and Wandong are about to leave, the matter of Xiao He should be settled.

Yan Twelve said that when his master got better and could walk around, he would go to Beijing with his master.

Because Guiyou wanted to re-enter Wanguo Temple to become a monk, he ended up worrying about half his life.

Xuanji clasped his hands together: "Amitabha." In this way, his master's wish was finally fulfilled, and Guiyou put down the killing in the rivers and lakes, and finally converted to Buddhism.

What's more interesting is that Guiyou gave Wandong a copy of his sword manual in return for Wandong.

Wandong was a little surprised, but couldn't hide his joy.

As expected, the old man Guiyou was "cunning and cunning", and he didn't let go of his little thoughts. How did he know that he wanted the knife book?

After all, Gui You has spent his whole life in the Jianghu, Wandong is so cautious, how could Gui You not know about it.

It has been more than half a month since Wandong and Xuanji returned to Xiaohe.

Spring in Xiaohe will be much earlier than that in Shangjing, when the willows beside the long embankment are sprouting.

The wind was a little cold, and Wandong's nose was red.

Monk Xuanji joined his monk friends, and the person who found out about the magic palace delivered a letter to the leader of the martial arts.

What kind of agreement has been reached between the leader of the martial arts and the people of the Demon Palace? The leader has sent someone to send the young master of the Demon Palace back to the Western Regions.

What kind of agreement was reached? The first few items have been announced, that is, the Demon Palace will no longer take action against the Central Plains people who have gone to the Western Regions.

The martial arts leader also knocked a large sum of money from the magic palace for disaster relief.

The people from the Demon Palace sent the silver to Longwai, and the leader ordered Buhan to be sent back.

Wandong: "Since Buhan has been sent back to the Demon Palace, let's go back to Shangjing."

Xuanji nodded: "Today, I will go back to visit Fang's house."

They visited Fang's house at Ronghuakou, stayed for a few days, and then set off again.

Fang Zixian asked Xuanji to help bring some things, which were naturally for Miss Zhu's family.

Before leaving, Fang Zixian kept staring at Wandong. Wandong knew what he was thinking, so he just smiled. Fang Zixian probably wanted to ask him if he was Grandpa Plum Blossom.

Of course he won't admit it.

At the end of February, when the two returned to Beijing, Zou Wu'an brought Xiaobai to meet them at Zhou Langdu, and Zhou Lang, whom Wandong hadn't seen for a long time.

"Wandong!" Zhou Lang was handsome, he was once the only person in the ten miles around who could compare with Wandong, and he was also Wandong's childhood sweetheart.

"They all said you went to Xiaohe." Wandong laughed.

"Yeah, I haven't been back for a long time. I've arranged a banquet to welcome you and Master Xuanji. Let's go upstairs." Zhou Lang was bright and cheerful, making friends with heroes from all over the world, and he was generous and talkative.

Wandong raised his eyebrows: "I didn't realize that you actually recognize Zou Wu'an."

Zhou Lang laughed loudly: "Brother Wu'an, I met when I went to Yingbei to do business. We also opened a restaurant together in Yingbei."

Xiaobai hadn't seen Wandong for a long time, so he dragged his cousin over to carefully check whether he was injured, but found that his cousin was a little tanned. It should be said that his skin color is much healthier than before, and he has grown a little flesh.

"Cousin, you can still gain weight by eating and sleeping outside. If my mother knows that you don't gain weight when she cooks for you, but you gain weight when you suffer outside, she will be mad..."

"...I'm getting fat?" Xiaobai didn't see Wandong's face getting darker, but he still nodded foolishly.

"Oh! Cousin, why are you beating me!"