Chapter 17 I eat sweetness, not bitterness.

"You are sick, seriously ill."

Jiang Liang looked at the young man in front of him and said in a deep voice.

He knew that he had a new junior sister, who was more than 800 years younger than him.

He also knew that his junior uncle entered the sect in the same year as him.

Jiang Liang was extremely afraid of strangers, but the man took the initiative to walk beside him and told him that he was a blind man, could not see your nervousness, and was not afraid that you would say the wrong thing, so don't be afraid.

Jiang Liang once said to the junior uncle, "I will definitely cure your eyes. Even if it is fate, I can go against it."

But in the next 800 years, he went against the will of heaven and saved countless lives, but he could not cure the blind eyes that day.

He felt guilty towards Yan Ye.

Eight hundred years later, the person who had made him helpless accepted another disciple with the same doomed destiny, who became his youngest junior sister.

Jiang Liang looked miserable, and then laughed in his heart.

It turned out that all the calamities in his life were caused by these two masters and apprentices.

He turned to look at Xia Tianwu, and found that she was frowning and worried, "Master, can the junior master uncle be saved?"

Lin Du had a smile on his face, and that face that was smiling carefree and carefree overlapped with the face eight hundred years ago.

Jiang Liang was stunned for a long time, then lowered his head and took a deep breath, "I really owed you two masters and apprentices for my whole life."

As he said, he took Lin Du's pulse and closed his eyes.

Xia Tianwu has been a disciple for more than 90 years. This is the first time he has seen his master abandon the silk thread and do it himself. He even blocked his hearing and smell to avoid interference.

"Your lungs and other deficiencies are being supplemented by your master, that is, this heart..."

A person's heart veins are defective, born incomplete, and even every day he lives, his heart weakens a little.

Filling it with natural materials and treasures can only delay it, not completely repair it.

But this person's heart is special, not flesh and blood, just like broken glass, it can't be replaced. If the body is healthy, then this person is probably the first person in the world of cultivation who has no obstacles on the road of cultivation and ascends in the shortest time.

But even such a person with a broken heart and whose lungs have not yet fully opened up, has already started to build a foundation after two months of practicing Taoism.

Jiang Liang couldn't figure out whether this person was loved by the Heaven or envied by the Heaven.

"Don't you feel any discomfort normally?"

Lin Du blinked his eyes. "You said that you feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and can't do strenuous activities for a long time, or even if you move a little, you will have severe heart pain as if your heart exploded into pieces?"

She smiled. "If that's the case, then it is indeed a bit uncomfortable."

The young man smiled and glanced at the master and disciple who had serious faces. "Oh, it's all easy. Don't be nervous."

"I, Lin Du, am handsome, talented, loved by everyone, and my cooking skills are okay. Where in the world can one person have all the good things?"

She boasted shamelessly, and then continued to comfort, "If it can be cured, it can be cured. If it can't be cured, it's up to you. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God. My name is Lin Du, and I can naturally save myself. You just don't worry."

She didn't expect the sect to save her, otherwise what's the point of keeping this system.

"Then the prescribed pill, one pill a day, is to clear the lungs and replenish the deficiencies. I will also develop a pill for you to delay the decline of your heart, and let your senior brothers pay attention to finding prescriptions for repairing the heart when they are training outside. Also... are you afraid of pain? If you..." "

I'm not afraid, it's just a little pain." Lin Du waved his hands, "I'm not that petty."

"Oh, forget it, I said if you are afraid of pain, I can develop a medicine to temporarily suppress your discomfort and allow you to move more freely."

Jiang Liang stroked his beard, "Since you don't need it..."

"But then again, this person should be born in comfort, right, senior brother, I have to trouble you to develop that medicine for me," Lin Du changed the subject, bowed and smiled, "I eat sweetness, not bitterness."

Who would like to be in pain when they can be comfortable.

Xia Tianwu couldn't help but ask, "Master, how long can the little master-sister delay?"

Seeing Lin Du's calm attitude, Jiang Liang did not hide it, "If it is not delayed, it will only be one year, but if it is extended by using natural materials and treasures, and the cultivation level is increased, it may be delayed forever."

None of the three people noticed that there was a girl standing quietly outside the back kitchen door, wearing a pink gauze dress that was most suitable for spring, and the pink butterfly gold hairpin on her head was shaking its golden whiskers.

Ni Jinxuan's face, which was usually smiling, was now without a smile, and her almond eyes were filled with disbelief.

She had always known that the junior uncle was the most gifted among the new disciples who had joined the sect. He would pick up a shovel and fill the stomachs of the disciples who had not yet mastered the fasting when the elders were refusing to cook. He would smile and let her eat while staring at her. He would buy her a golden hairpin and give her snacks.

But she didn't know that Lin Du was not just weak, but...

a dying man who often endured such pain.

"I eat sweet, not bitter."

The boy's relaxed tone came from inside. Ni Jinxuan raised her hand and wiped her face. The pink sleeves were stained with tiny water droplets.

She raised her head, silently clenched her fists, and made up her mind.

When Lin Du opened the door, he found Ni Jinxuan sitting on the table with a pair of eyes like a rabbit. He asked curiously, "What's wrong? Did your master scold you today? That shouldn't happen."

Ni Jinxuan is lively but extremely talented. Although she was a white flower at the beginning in the book, she was also a tenacious and hardworking white flower, and she was very lucky. She was considered a little koi. All the bad luck in her life was caused by the demon king.

Why is she crying today? Counting the days, the demon king came when Ni Jinxuan was in the Tengyun Realm.

Ni Jinxuan shook her head, "I had bad luck with my sword when I came here, and the wind and sand blinded me."

Lin Du sneered and took out a storybook from his arms like coaxing a child, "Take it, hide it under the quilt at night and read it secretly, don't let your master see it."

Ni Jinxuan put the book away and said confusedly, "What is this?"

"Good stuff." Lin Du chuckled, "The most popular storybook down the mountain, don't lose your face, you look good when you smile."

This little rabbit can't hide anything, and his emotions are all written on his face.

When Ni Jinxuan thought about how she clearly wanted to take care of Junior Master-Uncle, but unexpectedly had to ask Junior Master-Uncle to comfort her instead, her face fell again, with tears in her eyes. Then she forced a smile, her face turning red.

Lin Du helplessly looked at the wrinkled smile that was uglier than crying, "What's the matter? Otherwise, I'll treat you to a play in two days, okay? Be happy, ok."

Ni Jinxuan tried hard to hold back her emotions and nodded vigorously. Then she volunteered to help Lin Du serve rice. When Lin Du wanted to put the bowls on the table, he heard her holding up the rice spoon and saying loudly, "Junior Master, let me do it."

Lin Du looked at her curiously, "What's the matter? What happened today? Did your master tell you to be diligent?"

The little girl shook her head, raised the rice spoon and pressed the rice inside hard, "Junior Master, just sit down. I'll do the dirty and tiring work from now on." As

she spoke, she pressed harder.

The bowl of rice Lin Du received was almost twice as heavy as usual, and she had to use a lot of force to get the chopsticks into the bowl.

She silently looked at the rice that was almost crushed into a brick by Ni Jinxuan, "Jinxuan, you should be very good at making rice cakes."

This child has a promising future. The plot did not say that this child is a super-strong loli.

The bottom of her iron rice bowl was pressed out.