Chapter 87: Sorry, I can’t see you off!



Unexpectedly, just as he reached out and hadn't even touched half of the herb, Yun Xuchen raised his hand to block it.

"Master, please speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Uh~~that"

Liang Meng withdrew his hand and patted it awkwardly.

Then he began to circle around Yun Xuchen, scratching his head, thinking about how to ask for help in a tactful way without losing his composure.

After a few rounds, Liang Meng had scratched several strands of hair off, but she still hadn't figured out what to say.

Yun Xuchen obviously didn't care what Liang Meng was doing. He picked up the sorted herbs and walked into the house.

Liang Meng also followed him to the pharmacy.

Yun Xuchen placed the herbs in the corresponding drawer of the Chinese medicine cabinet. Turning around, Liang Meng was still scratching his head and walking in circles.

Like a silly roe deer that can't find its home.

The corners of Yun Xuchen's lips curled up slightly.

Forget it, he is the hall master after all.

"Is the Hall Master here to control spiritual power?"

"ah??"

Liang Meng was thinking hard, and Yun Xuchen's sudden voice scared Liang Meng.

After realizing what Yun Xuchen asked, the sadness on his face disappeared.

"Yes." Liang Meng nodded repeatedly.

"I wonder if you have a solution."

Liang Meng stared at Yun Xuchen with shining eyes, her eyes full of worship as if she was looking at an omnipotent god.

"Master, please follow me."

After Yun Xuchen finished speaking, he left, and Liang Meng quickly followed.

Arriving at Yun Nian's front hall, Yun Xuchen pointed at a bowl of black medicinal juice that had been placed on the table at some point and asked Liang Meng to drink it.

Liang Meng curled her lips and looked down at the big bowl that looked like ink, and a familiar feeling surged in her chest.

"What is this?"

Liang Meng looked at Yun Xuchen, his brows furrowed as if knotted, his expression full of resistance.

"Medicine." Yun Xuchen's face was as cold as ice.

Liang Meng???

"Can I not drink it?"

"Sure. Sorry I can't see you off!"

Liang Meng: ...

Okay, you are cruel!

He glared at Yun Xuchen's back, turned around, picked up the medicine on the table, held his breath, and drank it all in one gulp.

If I had known that the hall master was so humble, he would either bite his fingers or drink black and disgusting medicine every day. He might as well have been struck to death by lightning.

If I had been struck to death at that time, I would have been reincarnated by now.

I don't have to suffer this in this shabby place.

Liang Meng slammed the empty bowl on the table, lifted up his sleeve and roughly wiped the corner of his mouth, feeling very angry.

"The hall master seems unhappy?"

Yun Xuchen turned around at some point and looked at Liang Meng and asked in confusion.

"Yueyueyue."

Liang Meng nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice, and the smile on her face was so sincere that even the wrinkles on her face were written all over it.

I was afraid that Yun Xuchen wouldn’t believe it.

Yun Xuchen raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded indifferently, pointed to the wooden chair next to him, and motioned Liang Meng to sit there.

Liang Meng followed the instructions step by step and went over to sit down obediently.

"The medicine you just drank was specially prepared by me for you. It is to moderate the spiritual energy in your body so that it does not collide too violently with each other."

"Is this the same bowl you gave me to drink last time I entered the library?"

"yes."

Liang Meng nodded and said nothing more. She continued to listen quietly to Yun Xuchen's teachings.

"How does the Hall Master feel now?"

Liang Meng felt carefully and felt a gentle airflow slowly flowing from his chest to his limbs.

The feeling is not strong, just like soaking in a hot spring.

The whole body is surrounded by warmth.

Liang Meng looked at Yun Xuchen and nodded. Then Yun Xuchen also nodded.

"It will be a little uncomfortable later, please be patient."

Liang Meng looked at Yun Xuchen who was about to control his spiritual power on her, and her hands involuntarily gripped the armrests of the wooden chair.

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