Anecdote of sword three crossing the bureau

Gong Jiu, who had been a little dizzy just now, was fully awake at the moment. He glanced at Chu Cichao who had fallen asleep, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly appeared in his heart.He rubbed his forehead, and lightly brushed Chu Cichao's eyebrows with his hand.

This life is very good, even with his eyes closed, the warm breath has not changed at all, Gong Jiu smiled slightly when he thought of this, he sat up straight, and gently put on his outer shirt on Chu Cichao .

After thinking for a while, Fu took out the writing brush that he kept close to his body and hung it back on Chu Cichao's waist lightly, then tiptoed off the bed, and hugged Chu Cichao onto the bed lightly.This movement is simple and free, as if it has been done many times in the dark.

However, this is not the case. To Gong Jiu, Chu Cichao was just an ordinary doctor who once treated the king of the second county, that's all.

Gong Jiu's outer shirt was gone, so he simply walked out the door with his hands behind his back, and waved lightly to Shaman who appeared at an unknown time: "Go and watch, and send Dr. Chu back to the capital when he wakes up."

A trace of astonishment flashed silently in Sharman's eyes, but he still nodded silently after all: "Yes."

It has become a habit not to question anything Gong Jiu said, and it has never changed in the long years.

Gong Jiu smiled slightly and left,

His speed was so fast that by the time Sharman realized it, he had already lost sight of his master's figure.

Slightly startled, she went into the house.

Chu Cichao woke up the moment she pushed the door open.

Obviously, Gong Jiu didn't wake up even though he put on his coat before, and he didn't wake up when he hugged him on the bed... However, with such a careful action by Shaman, Chu Cichao woke up without warning.

There wasn't any confusion in his eyes, instead, there was a clearness in his eyes and he was slightly taken aback, "Miss Shaman."

Chu Ci was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Shaman watched Chu Cichao for a long time, and finally shook his head. Zhang Fu's beautiful lips parted slightly, and Zhang Fu closed them again silently: "Doctor Chu," her voice was gentle and pleasant, just like the one on the tree. Oriole-like: "Sorry."

This sentence did not match the preamble, but Chu Cichao somehow understood it.

He paused for a while, but shook his head silently: "No need."

Gong Jiu never promised anything, it was like throwing it away after two or three times, but what can you expect from a doctor?Or what else should we expect?

It's just that the world meets by chance, and there will be no other.

Chu Cichao just stood up silently, and then suddenly realized that there was another pen on his waist.

It was a swan goose that he hadn't thought about where to put it, but it was suddenly turned out at this moment.

Chu Cichao remembered Gong Jiu's expression before, and suddenly smiled slightly, then shook his head and walked out.

Shaman followed behind silently, and Chu Cichao realized something was wrong: "Miss Shaman, are you not going back to the house?"

Shaman looked up at Chu Cichao, shook his head and said, "Master Ninth asked me to send Dr. Chu back to the capital."

Chu Cichao couldn't help laughing when he heard the sound: "Chu has arms and legs, and there is nothing serious about this journey. Why do you need Miss Lao Shaman to send you off?"

Shaman still nodded firmly and said: "Doctor Chu, please pretend that Shaman doesn't exist."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Cichao really felt a headache, the two masters and girls were so determined, they couldn't hear the meaning behind what the outsider said.

Now that there is an extra Sharman, Chu Cichao has no choice but to hire a carriage with his own pocket, and let a girl's family follow him on the official road, which is always a pity.

The moment Shaman saw the carriage, he slightly raised his willow eyebrows, and looked at Chu Cichao in front of him with some surprise: "Doctor Chu, this is..."

"Please," Chu Ci stood beside him, smiling slightly, "Since we want to go to the capital together, Miss Shaman please."

However, this result was unexpected by Chu Cichao, because——

Miss Sharman ran away.

When she saw the carriage, she seemed to have been greatly stimulated and ran away like a rabbit.

Chu Cichao couldn't figure it out, facing the strange expression of the coachman, he shook his head and sat on it to go to the capital.

This land boundary is next to the capital city, and it is not a wartime right now, logically speaking, after passing such a hurdle, we will arrive. Unexpectedly, Chu Cichao was drowsy and passed a good time, but when he opened his eyes again, it was bumpy very.Only then did Chu Cichao realize that this was a doomed situation.

If it was an ordinary person, I'm afraid it would have arrived by now.

The thieves next to the capital are either highly skilled and bold, or they are fools who have eaten the hearts of bears and leopards.

However, when he saw the pair of axes behind the carriage driver who was carrying the carriage curtain, Chu Cichao sighed inwardly, probably the second one.

"Young master, please." The coachman had a silly smile on his face.

Chu Cichao looked out from the opened curtain of the carriage, and saw that the place was just a huge cottage, with a few large characters written crookedly on the top of the cottage——

"Jing Ye Nunnery," Chu Cichao recited in that elegant tone, while sighing helplessly: "Are you monks?"

"Of course not," the coachman swallowed, "what's so good about being a monk these days, you can't get enough to eat and drink, and you don't have a good girl yet."

Chu Cichao smiled slightly when he heard the sound, he picked up the curtain and walked down, and said lightly: "You want me to heal the illness?"

"Are you a doctor?" The group of people who greeted them all had a fierce look, but when they heard Chu Cichao's words, they immediately raised their eyes.

Chu Cichao sighed helplessly: "Not like?"

That gentle young man looks nothing like those doctors who are nearly sixty years old outside.

Seeing the suspicious look in the eyes of this group of people, Chu Cichao simply pulled the coachman at the front closer to him. There was a gash in the coachman's hand, which must have been blown away by the long-term wind.

"This place is very windy, and it must not have taken a day or two for your hand to be blown open." Chu Cichao said, while gently turning the Hongyan pen that he had lost and recovered in his hand.

The coachman tried his best to maintain a fierce look and shouted: "None of your business, stop playing tricks!"

Chu Cichao didn't intend to play any tricks, because he turned the pen lightly, and then saw the small green silver needle follow the arc of the pen tip into the back of the coachman's hand, and directly opened the long opening. covered.

The light was gentle and tight, but it made all the people in the group stare dumbfounded.

The leader swallowed his saliva, and rushed up in two steps in three steps at a time. He reached out and wiped his clothes several times before firmly holding Chu Cichao's hand: "Daxian, please help us!" benefactor!"

Chu Cichao was slightly taken aback, then was surrounded by the group of people and ran inside.

While running, the leader shouted loudly: "Great shopkeeper, big shopkeeper! We have a great fairy here, and the benefactor is saved!"

Chu Cichao was a little inexplicably pulled, but he also understood that most of these people were benefactors who asked him to save them, and it must have been a long time since he had lost his mind, so he was so ecstatic.

Chu Cichao understood this feeling too well, so even though his wrist was about to be dislocated, he didn't say anything, but walked a little faster with the strength of lightness kung fu.

The shopkeeper quickly rushed out. This is a strong man, about the same height as Chu Cichao. When he saw the young Chu Cichao, he was slightly startled, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, and then he patted The man who grabbed Chu Cichao's shoulder: "A Niu, is this the doctor you're talking about?"

"Boss, this is not a doctor, but a fairy," the coachman ran over and said vividly, "We neglected the fairy before."

He told the story in detail, and then the shopkeeper turned his head to look at Chu Cichao again. This time, the contempt in his eyes disappeared a lot, and he stretched out his hand and said with a fist: "Under Hong Chen, there is a A benefactor saved our entire cottage before, if an immortal can heal the benefactor, Hong can give the cottage to the immortal."

Chu Cichao smiled helplessly: "As a doctor, Chu should try his best."

That Hong Chen obviously let out a sigh of relief, patted his chest and pulled Chu Ci towards him, and said, "The benefactor has saved our cottage since his injury, and his injury has not recovered, and he can't wake up for a few hours a day. I don't know Was it poisoned or something."

Chu Cichao saw that the room was sunny and comfortable, it was obviously the best room in the cottage, and thinking about the attitude of the people before, he immediately changed his mind about Hong Chen in front of him.

He glanced at the room, then stretched out his hand to push the door, unexpectedly the door had already been opened inside, revealing a young pale hand.

Chu Cichao was slightly startled, and saw that Hong Chen had already rushed in, carefully tested the temperature of the medicine bowl on the table: "Lord Sikong, the medicine is cold."

"It's okay, I'm getting better soon." Chu Cichao listened, and then he saw that there were five people standing together in the room, wrapping this Lord Sikong firmly in the middle. A look of complete gratitude.

Chu Cichao wanted to laugh for no reason, if he said that he was offered as a benefactor, it must be too much.

What's more, there are people who burn with their eyes every day.

But speaking of... Lord Sikong?

Chu Cichao glanced at the pale young man, thinking that this shouldn't be the Sikong in the book, right?

Thinking of this, Chu Cichao simply asked first to be on the safe side: "Dare to ask your lord..."

"Oh, Sikong Zhao," the young man stretched out his hand and shook Chu Cichao slowly, a faint smile flashed in his eyes: "Are you a doctor?"

"No... this is the Great Immortal," Hong Chen said in a voice like Hong Zhong, while earnestly pulling Chu Cichao's other hand, and said in a reverent tone: "Great Immortal, please."

Chu Ci looked up at the sky, feeling a little stressed for no reason.

It was the young man Sikong who looked at Chu Cichao very calmly, then looked at Chu Cichao's clothes calmly, then smiled and said warmly: "Thank you... Great Immortal."