Xie Lanzhi couldn't possibly tell Lingxi that the senior was Qin Shu's grandfather.
He said half-truthfully, "The senior is always elusive, I don't know much about him, I only know his name is Wuweizi."
Lingxi thought for a moment and shook his head regretfully: "It seems that some hidden master has come out."
Seeing that Lingxi's expression was genuine, Xie Lanzhi guessed that Qin Shu's grandfather must have used a pseudonym, or was just saying it casually.
He nodded: "Thank you for clearing up my doubts, Master. I won't bother you anymore."
Lingxi watched the group of people leave. The fake smile and relief on her face disappeared, and she squatted on the ground with her hands on her head.
"Shhh! Shit! It hurts! My head is going to explode!"
Just when Lingxi's hair exploded, an invisible force tore at his soul, and pain surged to his head, as if countless heavy hammers were smashing down on his mind.
A disciple stepped forward and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Lingxi raised her hand weakly: "Quick! Help me go back and lie down for a while."
When the young disciple saw the painful expression on his master's face, his usually elegant and gentle face completely destroyed the sacred aura on him.
The disciple sighed softly, bent down and picked up Lingxi.
Lingxi's expression was stunned and her whole body froze.
Was he just carried by a princess like this?
Lingxi was angry!
"presumptuous!"
"You little bastard, put me down now!"
The disciple held Lingxi steadily and said expressionlessly, "Master, be quiet. You held my brothers and me like this when we were little."
Lingxi has six closed disciples, all of whom have been trained since childhood and are loved like sons.
The youngest disciple in front of me is already eighteen years old this year.
When Lingxi was put on the bed, he grabbed the little disciple by the collar.
"Don't tell your five brothers about what happened today, or I'll break your legs."
The young disciple who was shaking the quilt secretly rolled his eyes and said respectfully: "I know, Master."
The young disciple covered Lingxi with a quilt and asked a few more questions about her needs.
Only after making sure that Lingxi no longer needed him did he turn around and leave the tent.
The young disciple was a hypocrite. He turned around and went into the tents of several senior brothers and told them about Lingxi's soul sea being injured.
Next, the six disciples began to keep watch for Lingxi in tacit understanding.
Serving someone is such a filial act that one is almost sending the person away.
"Master, I'll feed you!"
"Master, please don't get up and get off the bed!"
"Master, I've got the urinal. I'll hold it for you!"
"Master, I brought you toilet paper. Do you want some help?"
Lingxi, who was squatting in the toilet, tightly grasped the toilet paper, his face ashen.
He's just squatting in the toilet, how can he help?
Wipe your ass!
At this moment, Lingxi had a very strong impulse - he wanted to kick the six little bastards out of the sect!
After resting in bed for a week, Lingxi finally recovered. The first thing he did was to call six disciples to kneel down as punishment.
"Have you been treating me like an old skeleton these days? Why? Do you think I'm dying and you're going to put an end to me?"
The six disciples kneeling on the ground lowered their heads and eyes, looking particularly well-behaved.
Lingxi was furious: "Are you all mute? Speak!"
The six disciples were secretly communicating with each other through eye contact.
Eldest disciple—Master’s menopause has finally arrived?
Second disciple—it seems so, that’s really cause for celebration!
Third disciple: It seems that the master is not in menopause, but is suffering from tsundere syndrome.
Fourth disciple - I also think he is a tsundere. He is so old, but still so arrogant.
Fifth disciple: Master is not old at all, he looks to be in his thirties. He looked like this when I was a child, and he still looks like this now that I am an adult.
Sixth disciple - Master... Senior brothers! Master has the barbed cane, run! ! !
Lingxi's youngest disciple was the first to get up from the ground and run away.
The other disciples looked up and saw Lingxi holding the barbed rattan stick. Their faces turned pale.
They got up faster than each other and rushed out of the tent.
"You little bastards! Come back here!"
Lingxi stood at the door of the tent, stamping her feet in anger.
The eldest disciple said without even turning his head: "Master, we will find some wild fruits for you to eat. Eating wild fruits can help you reduce internal heat!"
Lingxi angrily said, "Get back here! Let me beat you up and I'll calm down!"
The disciples ran away even faster!
In the following days, the master and his disciples finally returned to normal.
The six disciples no longer treated Lingxi as Lin Daiyu or a dying person.
Compared to the liveliness here, Qin Shu down the mountain was in very poor health.
Qin Shu has been in a coma for half a month.
Xie Lanzhi has become unkempt these days, with an untidy beard. His eyes, which used to be affectionate and gentle, have become colder and colder as Qin Shu fell into a coma.
Xie Chennan had also lost a lot of weight and was sitting beside the bed, giving Qin Shu the injection.
He looked at the man who walked into the room with a distant and cold aura, pursed his lips and said, "Dad, today is the last treatment of the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Needle."
Xie Lanzhi lowered his eyes and stared at the three golden needles on his son's fingertips.
His handsome and thin face was tense, and he asked in a deep voice: "Will your mother wake up today?"
Xie Chennan's hand holding the golden needle trembled slightly: "I don't know, Mom's body recovered quickly, but she just couldn't wake up."
Here's something very strange.
When Qin Shu was rescued from the dark river that day, her injuries were so severe that she should have needed several months of recuperation and meticulous treatment and care before she could get better.
But Qin Shu recovered in just half a month with the treatment of the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Needle.
The only disappointment was that she never woke up.
It was as if I had fallen asleep forever.
Xie Lanzhi walked to the bedside and picked up Xie Chennan who was sitting: "Got it, get out!"
Xie Chennan: “…”
He wanted his father to comfort him, but suddenly he was picked up like a chicken and then thrown away?
Xie Chennan walked to Xie Lanzhi's side and said hesitantly, "Dad, I'm in a bad mood. I'm very sad."
Xie Lanzhi didn't even bother to look at him, and said in a cold tone: "Your eldest brother, two younger brothers and sister will come over tomorrow. When they come, you will feel better and not sad anymore."
The five children are like five little devils, each one has more righteous ideas than the other, and each one is more capable of causing trouble than the other.
By that time, Xie Chennan won’t have time to feel sad.
The expression on Xie Chennan's handsome and noble little face fell apart.
He suppressed his sadness and said aggrievedly, "Dad, won't you comfort me a few words?"
Xie Lanzhi lifted his eyelids and glared at Xie Chennan with his dark eyes without any ripples: "What should I comfort you with?"
"Mom is still not awake. I am very sad."
"No one comforts me, why should I comfort you!"
Xie Lanzhi's tone was too righteous and a bit childish.
Xie Chennan had a dull expression and stood there stiffly, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
Xie Lanzhi felt that his son was too annoying and disturbed his last day with Qin Shu, so he grabbed Xie Chennan by the back of the collar and threw him out.
"If you have nothing else to do, go and sort out your herbs. Your mother can't eat staple food and needs your herbs to maintain her body functions. Pay more attention and don't be as indecisive as a girl!"
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