Ye Jisheng takes care of the sick grass
Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment. Looking at the stone that was getting cleaner after being soaked in the rain, he felt a little bitter in his heart. He said, "It doesn't matter if the stone was stolen. Come to me and I will give it back to you."
Ye Jisheng looked at him with his dark red eyes. The boy looked a little embarrassed in the rain, but his eyes were very clear. He turned his face slightly and said, "I don't want to give your things to others."
Jian Zhen asked: "Why?"
Ye Jisheng turned around and left in silence.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Jian Zhen quickly stopped him and said, "You are injured. I will heal you before you leave."
Originally, he knew magic. He was a plant spirit and had the innate ability to heal. But when he tried to use it, it didn't work. Suddenly he realized that he had traveled through time and space as a soul and had no magic at all. This body was a foundation-building body, but he didn't know any of his ancestors' magic.
Think about it.
Jian Zhen said anxiously: "Wait here for me, I'll go get you some medicine."
Ye Jisheng said, "No need."
Jian Zhen was just about to ask him not to be polite with her.
Ye Jisheng said, "We are going to clean the auditorium now, you go now."
Jian Zhen immediately said, "Then bandage the wound after you finish cleaning. You can't delay healing your hand wound any longer. It's autumn now, and winter will come soon. It will be even more uncomfortable if these wounds get frostbite. I'll wait for you here then."
Ye Jisheng had more to say.
Jian Zhen didn't give him a chance to refuse and ran away.
The heavy rain poured down on people, making them feel painful. It should have been a very embarrassing rain, but Jane was really thinking about something and didn't feel cold at all.
The rainstorm lasted for a long time and only subsided slightly in the evening.
When Ye Jisheng dragged his tired body from the auditorium and returned to the hill of North Peak, enduring the pain in his body, the moonlight was cold and bleak. The sound of insects chirping could be heard from time to time in the grass that had just rained. There was no one on the platform.
Yes.
He is a member of the immortal clan and has a noble status. How could he really wait for a disciple like me who just cleans the house?
Ye Jisheng stood in the cold wind, feeling a hint of sarcasm in his heart. In fact, he should have understood this truth, but for some reason he still felt depressed.
Maybe it’s because…
There was no disgust in that person's eyes when he looked at him. He looked very nice when he smiled, and it was the cleanest and cutest smile he had ever seen.
But how could he look at someone like me differently?
Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, a voice came from behind him: "You're back!"
A figure walked out of a small house not far away. Jian Zhen ran over, stepping on the puddles on the ground and said, "The rain just stopped, and I was hiding under the eaves. I was worried about why you didn't come back for so long, so I wanted to go look for you."
Ye Jisheng looked at him with some surprise.
he……
You didn't leave?
Are you really waiting for me?
Jian Zhen took out the medicine bag from her Qiankun bag and said, "I got the medicine. Where do you live? I'll take you to bandage your wound."
Ye Jisheng said, "I can bandage it myself."
Of course Jian Zhen disagreed. He said, "Your back was injured by them. How can you carry it yourself?"
Ye Jisheng's thin face was filled with stubbornness. He pursed his lips and whispered, "Don't worry. I was injured before, and it was the same."
Jian Zhen took back the medicine bag and looked at the stubborn Ye Jisheng. She gasped in anger and said, "How can that be? I've been waiting for you here for so long just to apply medicine to you. If you don't let me come, then I've waited in vain, right?"
Ye Jisheng seemed speechless. He looked up at Jian Zhen, and just when Jian Zhen thought he was going to accept his arrangement.
The young man in front of him lowered his head.
The cold wind after the rain blew across his half-dry cloth shirt, which was faintly dotted with some mud spots, and his young hands, which were obviously covered with scars but were still working hard.
Ye Jisheng turned around and said, "Then I don't want the medicine."
Jian Zhen:? ! !
No, this child has been stubborn since he was young?
It seemed that Ye Jisheng was about to leave.
Jian Zhen took a breath, groaned slightly, and slowly bent down. In fact, his movements were very light and small, but Ye Jisheng, who was walking in front of him, turned back immediately as if he had eyes on his back.
Someone supported him and asked with some concern: "Are you okay?"
Jian Zhen shook her head gently, holding her waist and said, "I may have just been caught in the rain, and then stood outside for a long time and felt a little dizzy. Can you take me to rest for a while?"
Ye Jisheng said without even thinking: "Okay."
Jian Zhen couldn't walk, so Ye Jisheng carried him on his back without hesitation. He was thin but very strong, and Jian Zhen felt secure on his back.
Ye Jisheng's steps were steady. He carried Jian Zhen on his back and walked a short distance before stopping in front of a somewhat dilapidated wooden house. He opened the door and let Jian Zhen sit on the most complete chair in the house.
Jane Zhen looked around.
There was no oil lamp in the room. In the dim moonlight, one could only see an extremely hard wooden bed and an old table with a simple kerosene lamp on it. Even the window paper was lifted by the wind. But the only thing that attracted one's attention was that the whole room was unusually clean. Even though it was shabby, it was spotless.
This is Ye Jisheng's room.
The only god in the three realms in the future, the extremely noble Demon God, lives in a magnificent Demon Palace. Millions of years ago, he lived in a dilapidated and windy wooden house.
Ye Jisheng noticed his gaze, pursed his lips and said, “My house is shabby, but this is the nearest place to rest.”
Jian Zhen came back to his senses and said, "It's okay, it's great here."
Ye Jisheng obviously didn't believe it.
They cleaned the disciples' houses. The slaves' houses were the most dilapidated and the most unbearable. He didn't want Jian Zhen to see it, and he didn't want a clean person like him to be contaminated by the dust here.
Jian Zhen paused and said, "Come and sit here. I'll help you apply the medicine."
Ye Jisheng said: "I can do it myself."
Especially since he is also a dirty person.
Jian Zhen took the medicine bag, covered her chest and said, "I'm not in good health, and I get a headache easily when I get angry. I got angry just now because you didn't let me help you. Now you're rejecting me, and my headache is hurting again."
Ye Jisheng said in a panic: "I'll go find a pharmacist."
"Hey, hey, hey, no need." Jian Zhen said quickly: "Just sit here and let me apply the medicine to you."
Ye Jisheng made sure that Jian Zhen was fine before he sat down opposite Jian Zhen. Jian Zhen smiled as he saw that he had cooperated obediently. It seemed that he had slowly figured out a way to deal with the young demon god.
Taking the medicine bottle out of the medicine bag, Jian Zhen stretched out his hand to Ye Jisheng and said, "Here, give it to me."
Ye Jisheng handed his hand to him. Jian Zhen first used Qinglu to disinfect the wound. While twisting the lid, he said, "When I took the Qinglu, the pharmacist said that it would be very painful when it came into contact with the wound. He asked me to find a senior brother to use with the pain relief technique, but I can't find a senior brother at this time. Can you bear it?"
Ye Jisheng nodded.
Jian Zhen hesitated for a moment, then slowly sprinkled the dew on his wound. This dew was an elixir of the immortals. It could heal the wound, but the pain was not something that ordinary people could endure. When the dew fell on Ye Jisheng's wound, Jian Zhen clearly saw his arm tremble slightly, and the severe pain made the veins in his arm bulge.
Jian Zhen: "Does it hurt?"
Ye Jisheng's eyes were red amber, his expression was calm, and the boy's thin face was pale, but he still said: "It doesn't hurt."
Jian Zhen continued to apply medicine on him. When he healed his wounds bit by bit, he couldn't bear to look at some of the hideous scars and frowned. But even though Ye Jisheng had cold sweat on his forehead, he didn't say a word.
Slowly.
Jian Zhen felt that he finally saw the shadow of his future self in the young demon god.
The same stubbornness, the same unwillingness to show weakness. He used to think that the demon god was just arrogant as the Demon Lord, but now he understands that some people's pride is engraved in their bones. No matter what their identity or situation, they will not bow their heads easily.
Jian Zhen whispered: "Why are you called Wusheng?"
Is it because you don’t like to talk?
Who gave this name? Does it have any special meaning?
Ye Jisheng said calmly, "When I was sold to the Immortal Clan, I was given this name according to the order of the cleaning disciples."
Jian Zhen's hand trembled, and the bottle of Jade Dew in his hand almost fell. Ye Jisheng caught it steadily. He looked up and said, "This medicine has been applied almost, and there is no need to apply the rest."
"Why?" Jian Zhen said, "You have other wounds."
Ye Jisheng simply put the cap of the medicine bottle back on, put it back on the table and said, "The remaining wounds I have are very small, it would be a waste if I used them."
Jian Zhen looked at his serious expression, her mind a little dazed.
Having been accustomed to seeing the devil who could get whatever he wanted, when he saw the thin and difficult person in front of him, he did not feel that his image was shattered. Instead, he only felt heartache.
Jian Zhen said seriously: "This medicine is for you. It's for you to use, so don't waste it."
The moonlight poured in from outside.
The voice of the person in the room, who was wearing white disciple uniform, was gentle, just like the soft moonlight that spread across heaven and earth, equally sprinkling over the dark world and dispelling all the coldness.
Ye Jisheng wanted to refuse.
Jian Zhen had already stood up and walked outside and said, "I have to go back. This medicine is not a one-time use. It needs to be replaced in two days. I'll come to see you then!"
After speaking, the person pushed the door and left.
When the door was opened, the moonlight outside fell in through the gap in the door. When the door was closed, the light was blocked out again, as if he had left and the light had left the dilapidated hut with him.
Ye Jisheng raised his scarred hand and placed it on the smooth little bottle, tightly clenching it without saying a word. The young man sitting in the darkness grasped it as if he was grasping at a straw in the dust.
next day
Jane Zhen, lying on the hospital bed, let out a painful wail.
Fu Changhuan, who was standing beside the bed, looked down at him with an extremely stern face, acting like a very senior brother.
Jian Zhen called out weakly, "Senior Brother..."
Fu Changhuan said: "The pharmacist said that you got sick because you were caught in the rain. Why did you get caught in the rain?"
Jian Zhen's face was red from fever. He said, "Because I was wandering outside when it was raining, and I got wet by accident."
Fu Changhuan frowned subconsciously. It was understandable that a new disciple would wander around outside out of curiosity, but it was the first time he saw someone getting so wet in the rain. Just as the words of reprimand were about to come to his lips, he was met with a pair of wet, misty eyes. His face was flushed with fever, and he looked so pitiful.
Jian Zhen's voice was soft. He said, "Brother, did the pharmacist prescribe me any antipyretic medicine? I feel so uncomfortable..."
Fu Changhuan swallowed the reprimand that was about to come out of his mouth. He said calmly: "The pharmacist has already given you medicine, but your body is different from that of ordinary people. You have a rejection reaction to healing spells and various spiritual medicines. When I cast spells on you and feed you medicine, your body will reject them. So now you can only slowly chew on ordinary herbs."
Jane was really surprised: "Ah, why?!"
Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and said, "I will report your physical condition to Master, but Master has been in seclusion these days, so I'm afraid I can't."
Jane was really silent.
Why is this body like this? Did the previous owner have the same problem?
Being repelled by spiritual medicine and spiritual energy, what a weird physique! It's so painful!
Just thinking about it.
Someone came in from outside, and the pharmacist came in and said, "This is the common herbal medicine I sent people to buy from the town below Lingshan. It needs to be boiled and taken every day. This is the medicine I just boiled, you can try it."
Jane really smelled a dark and extremely bitter medicinal smell.
In the past, when he was in Lingshan or the Demon Realm, he drank and used spiritual herbs and medicines. Those were herbs that grew with spiritual energy, so naturally they were not as bitter as ordinary herbs.
Fu Changhuan took it and handed it to Jian Zhen.
Jian Zhen's whole face was almost wrinkled as he held the black bowl. After taking a sip hesitantly, the bitterness spread between his lips and teeth. He couldn't help it and spit it out.
Fu Changhuan frowned.
Jian Zhen looked up and said pitifully, "It's so bitter."
This is not the amount of suffering that a normal person can accept.
Most people are soft-hearted.
However, those who practiced the ruthless way were an exception. Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Good medicine tastes bitter. You have a special physique. If you don't drink it, your illness will get worse. Do you want to suffer more?"
Jian Zhen shook her head pitifully, but under Fu Changhuan's gaze, she finally finished drinking it.
Fu Changhuan then said, "You take a rest first."
After drinking it, Jian Zhen seemed to have used up all her strength. She put the bowl on the table and went back to the quilt. The herbal medicine also had some sleeping effect, and her head was dizzy, so she fell asleep in a short while.
The person curled up in the quilt fell into a deep sleep.
After standing in silence for a moment, Fu Changhuan finally bent down to lift the quilt of the sleeping person, then turned and left.
The pharmacist was waiting outside and said, "Lord Wangyou, if this person's body is like this, I'm afraid his natural talent is not very good. With such support, I'm afraid that he will become the master's apprentice..."
The words have not been finished yet.
Fu Changhuan looked over with a somewhat cold gaze, and immediately made him shut up. He said, "Master's decision has his own intentions. Now Jian Zhu is my junior fellow apprentice. This is a foregone conclusion."
The pharmacist broke out in a cold sweat and said quickly, "Disciple understands."
Jane really slept very deeply. Sometimes she dreamed of the bitter and dizzying sea, and sometimes she dreamed of herself being chased by a group of black birds. Finally, she floated up and down, and when she woke up, it was already dark.
There was a smell of medicine in the house.
Jane really heard someone say, "It's time to take the medicine."
These words now seem to be no different from a death warrant.
The person who had just woken up buried his face in the quilt and muttered, "I don't want to drink it, just leave it there."
The voice in the room sounded again, calmly saying: "The pharmacist has instructed that these medicines need to be drunk while hot to be effective. They will be useless if they are cold."
Jane Zhen paused. Why did this voice sound familiar?
The person buried in the quilt raised his head in an instant, and saw Ye Jisheng's face. He was wearing the cloth shirt of a cleaning disciple, but it had been cleaned. The person standing in the same place was holding a bowl with black medicine in his hand.
Jian Zhen's eyes lit up, and he almost forgot to drink the bitter medicine. He said, "You're here?"
Ye Jisheng was also surprised by the joy and light that burst out of his eyes. The fingers holding the bowl tightened unconsciously and he nodded gently.
"My senior brother seemed to have said today that he would find someone to boil the medicine for me." Jian Zhen's mind finally came to his senses. He said, "At that time, I was thinking that it would be great if it was you, but I didn't expect it to be you!"
Ye Jisheng nodded and said, "It's me."
Jane Zhen smiled and said, "What a coincidence."
Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes and said nothing, hiding the pain in his injured back. He paid a huge price to get this job, but he didn't care.
Jian Zhen's voice was a little hoarse. He sat up and said, "Originally, I was thinking of going to see you in the next two days to change the medicine for you. Who knew that now it would become you who boiled the medicine for you. I didn't keep the appointment in time. Don't blame me, do you?"
Ye Jisheng said: "You are sick, I don't blame you."
When he left that day, he said he would come back in two days. Every time he returned to North Peak, he would expect a figure to appear even though he knew it was wishful thinking. But every time he looked over, there was nothing there.
There are so many disciples on Lingshan Mountain, and they are busy with many things every day. Maybe they are unable to spare the time, or... maybe they have forgotten about this matter a long time ago. This is normal. Ye Jisheng always comforts himself in this way. Besides, he is just a lowly disciple who sweeps the floor. What is there for others to care about?
Maybe he just felt like it on a whim that day.
Although he thought so rationally, he still couldn't control the emptiness in his heart. It was not until he heard that he was sick and needed a disciple to boil medicine that he realized that he was sick.
No one knew how anxious he was on the way here.
I want to see him to see how seriously ill he is and why he got sick.
There were a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he forgot them all the moment he saw him. Jian Zhen didn't even have to do anything, just smiled and said a few words to him, and he couldn't think of anything.
Jane Zhen on the bed asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Jisheng came to his senses and looked at him.
Jian Zhen stretched out her hand to him and said, "Well, since I can't avoid it anyway, I might as well drink the medicine. It will be more bitter when it gets cold, so I might as well drink it sooner."
He took the bowl of medicine.
Jian Zhen frowned and wanted to swallow it, but he found that the expected bitter taste did not come. There was only a slight taste of medicine in his mouth, and the rest was a sweet taste. He looked up in surprise and asked, "What's going on?"
Ye Jisheng stood aside and said, "When I was decocting the medicine, I found it a bit bitter. I was afraid you wouldn't be used to it, so I mixed some candied fruit in it."
Pause.
It seemed as if he was afraid that Jian Zhen would misunderstand.
Ye Jisheng said: "This candied fruit is eaten by ordinary people and will not destroy the medicinal properties."
Jian Zhen paused, chuckled and said, "How sweet, thank you."
The afterglow of the setting sun fell in from outside, casting a warm glow on the room, bringing the warmth of autumn and making the room warm and comfortable.
Ye Jisheng shook his head gently and lowered his eyes. The person standing beside the bed did not dare to go over, or even look at him more. He just stood quietly and respectfully beside him, as if he was silently guarding him.
After Jian Zhen finished drinking, she sighed and said, "Finally, it's not that painful anymore. You don't know how painful it was for me to take the medicine yesterday. The hospital meal they sent me was just plain porridge with no taste. I couldn't eat it at all. Although I'm hungry now, I don't want to eat at all. I have no appetite when I think about it."
Ye Jisheng was silent for a moment, then said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Jian Zhen looked at him in shock: "Can you cook?"
Ye Jisheng didn't understand why he was so surprised, but he said, "No, but I can learn."
Jian Zhen hesitated and said, "Ah, you are learning now?"
Ye Jisheng said: "I learn things very quickly. I can remember and do well just by looking at it or reading it."
Jian Zhen: “…”
Boss, isn't this a bit outrageous?
And why would you speak of such an amazing ability so calmly? !
Although Jian Zhen was a little skeptical, she still said, "Well, why don't you try it? I don't really want to eat anything in particular, but I want to eat some home-cooked food instead of the white porridge that is served to sick people."
Ye Jisheng said: "Leave it to me."
After taking the medicine yesterday and today, Jian Zhen actually regained some strength.
In fact, there is a small kitchen in this small courtyard, but it is not used usually. Ye Jisheng left for a while, brought back some vegetables from somewhere, and then took out a cookbook and started reading it.
Jane Zhen was sitting on a small chair in the yard basking in the afternoon sun.
Ye Jisheng was busy in the kitchen. He was obviously learning to cook for the first time, but Jian Zhen saw him deveining the shrimps skillfully and chopping the vegetables with a deft knife. His every move was just like a textbook.
The sun sets in the west.
Jane's fever had not completely subsided yet, and she slowly fell asleep in the rocking chair. When she woke up again, she saw someone bringing out a few dishes from the kitchen, and there was a blanket on her body.
Ye Jisheng said, "You're awake."
Jane Zhen nodded gently.
Ye Jisheng said, "I made some, you try it."
Jian Zhen stood up and looked at the table, and took a breath. This was not just a small amount. There were four dishes, a soup, and even a carefully cooked seafood porridge. It could be said to be very sumptuous!
People who had been drinking plain porridge for two days were almost crying for joy.
Jian Zhen exclaimed: "Are you really just learning how to cook? You are really amazing!"
Ye Jisheng said: "I just learned it."
Jian Zhen sat down with some doubt and said, "Have you never thought about learning cooking before?"
Ye Jisheng's frail figure cast a long shadow in the afterglow of the setting sun. He said, "In the past, I was thinking more about how to survive."
Jian Zhen suddenly fell silent. He felt a little bitter in his heart and asked, "What about you now?"
He thought Ye Jisheng would say that there was no need to worry now.
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Now I want you to be able to eat the food you want."
Jian Zhen's hands curled up unconsciously. He picked up a piece of fried meat and put it in his mouth, and praised it quickly: "It's delicious, really delicious, your cooking skills are really good!"
Ye Jisheng stood aside and watched him with a satisfied smile, lowered his eyes and said: "As long as you like it, I will do it for you as long as you need it in the future."
Jian Zhen smiled and said, "You're not a cook."
Ye Jisheng nodded, as if agreeing with what he said, and said, "I will only do it for you."
Jane Zhen suddenly stopped.
His thoughts drifted away a little, and he suddenly remembered that when he was in the Demon Palace, the proud and noble Demon Lord had made meat patties for him. At that time, he suggested making some for the children as well, but Ye Jisheng sneered and said that he was not a cook.
He thought again.
At that time, he once asked Ye Jisheng why he knew how to cook.
The Demon God’s answer was, he forgot.
if……
If Ye Jisheng had never learned to cook before, then the reason why he could cook, could it be...? !
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