A wisp of spiritual energy quietly overflowed from Quan Ke's fingertips and attached to the porcelain piece.
Si Ruoyun only felt a sharp pain in her finger and discovered that there was a cut on it.
"Miss Yun!"
Zhu Cui screamed and quickly took out a handkerchief to cover Si Ruoyun's fingers.
Si Ruoyun grimaced in pain, but still managed to comfort Zhu Cui.
"Sister Zhu Cui, I'm fine. I'll be fine in a moment."
The little girl's eyes were filled with tears, and even her voice was filled with sobs.
"Miss Yun, don't touch these. I'll go find some medicine for you."
Zhu Cui said anxiously, tied the handkerchief on Si Ruoyun's finger, and hurried to find medicine. A moment later, Zhu Cui came back with the medicine.
She untied the handkerchief and patiently applied medicine to Si Ruoyun. As for the bloody handkerchief, Zhu Cui casually pinned it around her waist.
Si Ruoyun sat on the chair, quietly letting Zhu Cui apply medicine to her. There were porcelain pieces scattered on the ground, one of which was stained with Si Ruoyun's blood.
"Miss Yun, please take a rest. I'll clean these up."
Zhu Cui applied medicine to Si Ruoyun, gave her some instructions, and then bent down to pick up the porcelain pieces on the ground.
She carefully gathered the porcelain pieces together and wiped the chicken soup that spilled on the ground, then she breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhu Cui unconsciously touched the handkerchief hanging around her waist. The handkerchief was covered with Si Ruoyun's blood, which was much more useful than Si Ruoyun's hair.
After tonight, she will be able to replace Si Ruoyun.
Zhu Cui lowered her eyes, hiding her inner thoughts.
Because Si Ruoyun injured her hand, she didn't have to write the big characters today - that was impossible.
Si Ruoyun was a cultivator after all, so the cut on his finger healed in less than half an hour.
If He Kangle had arrived later, he would not have been able to see Si Ruoyun's wound.
Even though He Kangle arrived not too late, he still witnessed Si Ruoyun's wound slowly healing, and in the end the little girl's fingertips were intact again.
"It's a good thing Si Lingfeng isn't here." He Kangle couldn't help but shake his head, "If Si Lingfeng were here, he would probably go crazy."
"It was my own carelessness."
Si Ruoyun scratched her head embarrassedly. She originally wanted to help Zhu Cui, but ended up causing trouble for her.
"Si Lingfeng doesn't care about that."
He Kangle said lightly.
Are you expecting Si Lingfeng to think Zhu Cui is innocent?
That's overthinking.
Si Lingfeng is a person who only helps his relatives and not the right people, and does not distinguish between right and wrong.
"Since your hand is injured today, there's no need to practice swordplay. Just focus on meditation and cultivation."
Si Ruoyun: “…”
The little girl looked at He Kangle with resentment. She thought her master was going to give her a holiday!
"Practicing is like rowing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. You can't slack off for even a single day." He Kangle squatted down and pinched Si Ruoyun's chubby face. "Why are you thinking of slacking off so soon?"
Si Ruoyun quickly shook her head, "No, no, I'll go practice now!"
Seeing the little girl running away, He Kangle laughed. Why was her little apprentice so funny?
At night.
Quan Ke looked at Zhu Cui sitting opposite him.
"I want you to give me the knife that Si Ruoyun got today."
He could have continued to wait, but the knife completely stimulated Quan Ke's mind.
Why does Si Ruoyun have it but he doesn’t?
"good."
Zhu Cui nodded. She just wanted to live forever.
She placed the bloody porcelain pieces and handkerchief on the table, and began to draw the patterns of the formation as the man had said.
There were a few pages of paper next to her, with the patterns of the formation written on them. Zhu Cui stared at the paper while drawing on the table, not daring to be distracted at all.
After a moment, the formation flickered. Zhu Cui quickly placed the handkerchief and porcelain pieces in the center of the formation, and then took a knife to cut her palm. Bright red blood immediately flowed down.
Watching the formation begin to absorb blood, Zhu Cui stared at the formation without moving her eyes, fearing that there would be any mistake.
study.
"Hey, I forgot to collect this book?"
He Kangle had been reading for half the night, and when he turned around he saw a book placed in the corner.
She muttered to herself in confusion and reached out to grab the book. But as soon as she touched it, He Kangle frowned.
The weight is wrong.
She flipped through the book randomly and came to a place where a few pages were torn.
"This is……"
He Kangle stroked the torn marks, trying hard to recall what was recorded in this part.
She turned the book to the beginning again and saw the title was "One Hundred and One Ways to Change Your Destiny" and the author was written on the title page.
Mr. Hu Wei.
He Kangle: “…”
She thought it was an important book, but it turned out to be written by her own nephew to deceive people. However, He Kangle did not dare to publish such a book, so he warned his nephew and took the only copy.
Just because He Kangle knew that this was a scam, it didn’t mean others knew it too.
He Kangle frowned as he looked at the torn pages, unable to figure out who had torn them.
After a moment, she seemed to remember something, walked to the corner, and picked up the stone used as a footstool from under the stool with a missing leg.
There was a layer of dust on the stone. He Kangle wiped the dust off the stone and then injected spiritual energy into the stone.
This stone is also called the recording stone, which means it can trace back to the past.
As for why this thing is in the study...
Because He Kangle couldn't find anything else to stand on, he had to use this thing.
Who made He Kangle rich?
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