The three of them ordered seven bowls of mutton offal soup. Mingyue ate five bowls by herself. The mutton offal soup base was milky white, made from simmered pork bones, without any additives. The mutton offal was all freshly cooked, and the price was reasonable.
"Sister, Sister Su, this was given to me yesterday by a woman named Ning Mu."
Ye Jiusheng solemnly took out a jade tablet from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Su Yiren glanced at him, but Mingyue didn't even give Ye Jiusheng a look.
"This jade tablet belongs to the Taiji Sect. You may take it."
Ye Jiusheng smiled shyly, "Sister Su, I'll just stick with you. This jade pendant is of no use to me."
Mingyue smiled and said, "Then let's just throw it away."
Without hesitation, Ye Jiusheng replied, "Okay."
After finishing her meal, Su Yiren thought she would inquire around the area to see if anyone knew of any poisons that could damage one's meridians.
Ye Jiusheng strolled along behind Mingyue, gazing at her beautiful figure ahead, lost in thought.
This person... if his intuition is correct, before yesterday he could always feel a sense of rejection, but now it seems to have changed.
But something had changed, and he couldn't find the reason.
"Didn't you want to learn martial arts?"
Mingyue suddenly spoke, pulling Ye Jiusheng back to reality.
Ye Jiusheng took two quick steps to be parallel to Mingyue. "I want to, but Sister Su said before that I don't have the talent for martial arts."
"I can let you cultivate, but the process will be a little painful."
A little pain?
What does that even mean?!
Ye Jiusheng's eyes lit up instantly, as dark as the bright stars in the night sky. "I can endure it!"
Mingyue put her hands behind her back, and because Ye Jiusheng was shorter than her, her gaze fell down, and she smiled gently, "Okay."
The two returned to the inn, where Mingyue had asked the innkeeper to boil two basins of hot water in advance. Then they went to Ye Jiusheng's room.
Ye Jiusheng sat in the chair, his hands nervously placed on his lap. As Mingyue entered, his breath hitched, and his gaze swept over the bag of silver needles in Mingyue's hand, his eyes filled with both anticipation and fear.
"Take off your shirt, let me give you a couple of acupuncture needles to clear the blockage."
"yes!"
Ye Jiusheng quickly prepared to take off his shirt, but suddenly remembered that he had many scars on his body, and hesitated for a moment when taking off his clothes.
Looking at Mingyue, who was diligently disinfecting, Ye Jiusheng gritted his teeth and continued to take off his clothes; cultivation was more important.
Mingyue held the fine silver needle, looked at the young boy's back covered in wounds, and without changing her expression, found the acupoints and inserted the needle.
Seeing that Mingyue wasn't curious about the scars at all, Ye Jiusheng breathed a sigh of relief. The silver needles on his back seemed to be working, and he felt comfortable rather than in pain.
Half an hour later, Mingyue removed the silver needles and handed Ye Jiusheng a pill, saying, "Don't disturb the neighbors. If you really want to scream, bite on a towel."
As she spoke, Mingyue tossed a towel to Ye Jiusheng, then lazily walked out, considerately closing the door behind her.
Ye Jiusheng smelled the pill, but it seemed no different. He opened his mouth and put it in. The pill melted instantly in his mouth, leaving a slightly sweet aftertaste in his throat. Could such a pill cause any problems?
Clearly, Ye Jiusheng was too happy too soon. He paused in his dressing, his face drained of color, and the veins near his temples bulged.
pain--
It was the kind of pain that felt like all the bones in his body were broken. Ye Jiusheng's hands trembled as he stuffed the towel into his mouth and bit down hard. His eyes bulged out, and blood vessels filled his eyeballs, making him look terrifying.
Having endured the pain of broken bones, Ye Jiusheng never expected to have to endure an even more unbearable reconstruction. It felt like thousands of ants were gnawing and piecing together his bones, making Ye Jiusheng so itchy that he wished he could cut off his own hands and feet.
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