Chapter 7 Mist Master, Medicine!
Jiang Xianwan was somewhat surprised by his repeated attempts to persuade her to stay, but she still resolutely refused, "No need, I'll have Sect Leader Wu find someone to send me back."
Firstly, I haven't taken my medicine yet.
Secondly, the green beans she was drying were still outside.
Thirdly, today is the day the female protagonist joins the Eternal Sect.
It seems that in the end, they worshipped the reclusive and mysterious Northern Emperor.
She didn't want to have any interaction with the female lead.
As long as Wu Miao can send her back, she will definitely stay at home and never go out to wander around.
Jiang Xianwan contacted Wu Miao on his own. He had just called out "Sect Leader Wu" when his wrist suddenly tightened and the jade slip fell into a cold jade-like hand.
She slightly raised her eyelashes, and her brows involuntarily furrowed slightly.
He subconsciously took two steps back and casually withdrew his hand.
You could have just been politely agreeing to my request earlier, so why are you stopping me again now?
Jiang Xianwan stood still, his meaning self-evident.
They did not want to stay, much less live in the side hall.
The man slowly closed his five fingers, holding the jade slip in his palm. He turned around and took two steps, then paused, concealing the grievance in his eyes that he himself had not noticed.
"Zaozao, don't make me say it a second time."
Is she really unwilling to stay even a moment longer?
Even under such circumstances, they still refused.
Early?
I?
With both factors combined, Jiang Xianwan knew immediately that this guy was serious.
However, what is the identity of someone who dares to call themselves "I"?
Could it be some senior monk who has gone into seclusion?
She had no way of finding out these things, and no one would answer her questions.
In reality, even if she grabbed someone and asked what the silver-haired man's name was, no one would answer her; they would simply keep their distance.
Jiang Xianwan silently gazed at the eyes that looked at her, calm as ice and snow, pursing her lips, still not speaking.
Pull up your pants, oh oh oh!
A moment later, they were the first to be defeated.
He nodded slightly and said politely but distantly, "Then I'll trouble you. But please tell Sect Leader Wu that I haven't taken my medicine yet."
You can forget anything, but you can't forget to take your medicine.
The man's foot, which he had just lifted, paused slightly in front of the hall. He turned around and his gaze fell steadily on the indifferent-looking girl.
As he took another step, he lightly flicked his wide sleeves, making a slightly loud slamming sound as the door closed.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Why are you suddenly angry?
Only then did I notice that he was barefoot, and his outer robe seemed to have been put on in a hurry, loosely draped over his shoulders, revealing a glimpse of his well-built waist and abdomen. His mask also seemed to be slightly crooked.
Jiang Xianwan scratched his face, glanced hesitantly at the towering peak of the misty mountain, and then turned and dawdled towards the side hall.
The side hall has a simple layout, with bookshelves neatly arranged on three sides.
His gaze swept across the table and landed on the soft couch where he was temporarily resting; he was quite satisfied.
Although the tatami mat was a bit small and narrow, it was still a place to rest.
But she doesn't care whether she can sleep or where she can sleep right now.
I was horrified to discover that my body seemed to be getting weaker and hotter.
Jiang Xianwan immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, took out his mustard seed bag, and poured out all the contents.
These are all the pills she has refined over the past year, and she never expected them to come in handy so soon.
I just don't know if it will be of any use.
He casually picked up a piece, chewed it, and swallowed it.
A few minutes later, Jiang Xianwan felt even hotter.
He tugged at his clothes and opened another box.
He took more than a dozen kinds of medicine in a row.
From sitting upright to lying flat.
Jiang Xianwan was covered in sweat and scurried around on the ground like a caterpillar, trying to find the coolest spot on the floor.
He probably won't come to the side hall, so... it wouldn't be a problem to take off a couple of pieces of clothing, right?
Thinking about this, Jiang Xianwan felt even hotter.
In despair, she even started thinking about that man's body!
Realizing this was a bad idea, she decisively reached out and pinched her thigh hard.
Jiang Xianwan gasped, tears streaming down her face.
So this is the spring tide season.
She thought she could just endure it and it would pass, but she didn't expect the reaction to be so strong, and she couldn't even use one-tenth of her spiritual power.
Even his limbs began to feel weak.
Jiang Xianwan bit her lip tightly, suppressing the sobs in her mouth, and groped for a few boxes, grabbing them without even looking at them and stuffing them into her mouth.
She no longer cared whether she would die from overeating the medicine.
This feeling is so unbearable, it feels like my lungs are burning.
As she continued to try it again and again, unwilling to give up, a magnetic voice, as clear as a spring, drifted into her ears from outside the hall.
It is misty.
Wu Miao was dressed very formally today, wearing a white jade crown and a white cloud-patterned robe, and stood outside the palace.
The intricate and delicate silver cloud patterns on the robe seemed to flow like clouds and water under the sunlight, exuding an imposing aura.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, and she looked like she had rushed over from the new disciple ceremony.
Upon hearing his voice, Jiang Xianwan rolled a few times on the jade brick.
He rolled to the wall and struggled to hold onto the windowsill to prop himself up.
"Sect Leader Wu, the medicine!"
This stuff isn't good if you don't eat it in time; what if you get pregnant if you wait too long?
After the words were spoken, they noticed a person with a cool and aloof demeanor, with sleeves that reached the ground, walking out of the hall.
Jiang Xianwan silently shut his mouth and lowered his head.
Upon hearing the sound, Wu Miao turned her gaze and saw a head with messy black hair sink down. Her lips twitched involuntarily.
The sun rose in the west, and this miser, upon first meeting him, surprisingly didn't mention the words "payment for prostitution."
However, even at this point, he still remembers to take his medicine, which is really quite speechless.
Wu Miao was about to go over and give her the medicine when she was taken aback by the hand suddenly extended in front of her.
What does that mean?
The man didn't speak, still holding out his hand, his expression unchangingly indifferent.
Wu Miao obediently handed him the medicine, looking dazed. When he turned around, she came to her senses and said, "Since she is unwell, I will take her to the top of Wu Peak first, and let her leave after these few days have passed."
Junior Uncle doesn't like unnecessary people coming to Wuyun Palace; even he rarely comes.
He felt it was best to bring Jiang Xianwan to his place first and find a safe place to settle her.
"No need." The man stared at the white jade bottle in his palm, his dark eyelashes remaining unfurled.
Wu Miao's expression changed slightly, and she looked surprised. "No need?"
What does "unnecessary" mean?
Jiang Xianwan's current situation is very special, but when did Junior Uncle learn to be considerate and care about people?
On second thought, I realized it was fine.
Jiang Xianwan has been feeling weak these past few days and has been wanting to be with people...
Just now, the girl only showed her head, her cheeks were flushed, her temples were wet with sweat, and her black hair was messy, so it was obviously not convenient for others to see her.
Of course... this "other person" includes him.
Wu Miao dared not look any longer, lest she offend her superior.
It would be most appropriate for Junior Uncle to guard it.
Wu Miao nodded, then took another step forward and whispered the most important question, "Junior Uncle, are you going abroad this year?"
He would come over and ask a question every three years during the initiation ceremony for new disciples.
Although the result is always the same, Wu Miao still holds onto a sliver of hope.
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