Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 4
Zhenjun Wuyang didn't stay long, he left after treating the wound.

Ling Yu watched him leave before jumping down from the tree and taking human form.

"Do you have Shujinsan?" Lingyu asked Zhixing who was packing up his things.

As soon as Zhenjun Wuyang left, Zhixing only focused on tidying up. When someone came behind him, he didn't even know.

But when he turned around and saw that it was only a young girl, his tense expression relaxed again.

The girl in front of him was probably only twenty-eight years old, and she was very thin.

I don't know who's clothes I'm wearing, they don't fit very well.

The already slender waist is covered by overly wide clothes, and then rooted to the belt at will, it looks like it has not had enough food for many years.

Those long and narrow eyes just stared at Zhixing, with a sense of scrutiny.

When she came to ask for medicine, her thin chin was raised slightly, as if Zhixing owed her something.

"Hey, girl, you," Zhixing put down the things in his hands, looked at her with his hands on his hips, "You are so rude."

Ling Yu hesitated for a while, she felt that she should pretend a little.

After thinking about it carefully, I decided to forget it. Anyway, this little doctor doesn't know who he is.

Even if you really stay in Mingjing Mountain in the future, it is almost impossible to encounter such a big mountain here with so many people.

"When I met Shen Si," Ling Yu walked towards the pharmacy, "you probably weren't born yet."

Zhixing was a little confused.

When the master was alive, he never mentioned that he had this old friend in front of him.

Judging from her tone, it doesn't seem like a fake.

"His back injury," Ling Yu said as he walked, "it must make him very uncomfortable when he grows old."

Ling Yu wasn't greeting him, but before entering the door, he smelled a lot of painkillers.

Zhixing followed her, letting her search for Shujinsan with ease.

She remembered that the sword almost cut Shen Si's back, making him unable to walk anymore.

It seems that Shensi survived by luck, but he has been suffering from old injuries in his later years.

I don't know which generation of Shensi's apprentice this little doctor is. He was born fair and clean, but there is always a hint of stupidity.

Zhixing heard that she even knew the injury of the master, and he was even more sure that she must be the old friend of the master.

I just don't know why I never heard him mention it, and never saw her visit.

Ling Yu dug out a bottle of Shu Jin San from a box, didn't take anything else, stuffed it into his cuff and went out directly.

Only a puzzled Zhixing was left, watching her back as she went away.

Zhixing felt that the gate of the mountain was opened recently, maybe she is an expert who brought her disciples here to study.

It is not surprising that such a person knows his master who has passed away for many years.

Ling Yu returned to the small courtyard, threw the bottle to Tong Yan, fell on the tree without saying a word and lay there in a daze.

The aura of Mingjing Mountain is quite abundant, she can feel it, but unfortunately, she can't use it at all.

Under the tree, Tong Yan held the bottle engraved with the Mingjing Mountain Zongmen decoration, feeling a little uneasy.

"Ling Yu," Tong Yan asked, "Did you ask for the medicine from the Mr. Shensi you mentioned?"

She felt something was wrong.

This medicine bottle doesn't seem like it can be used casually by uninitiated disciples.

It's not like Lingyu has a wide network of contacts, and she also looks like she can rely on Mingjing Mountain.

"Just eat," Ling Yu prevaricated her on the tree, "what do you care about so much?"

Ling Yu looked down at her sideways, and the little princess's hesitant expression made her feel a little funny.

"It wasn't stolen," Ling Yu said, "it wasn't stolen either."

Seeing that there was still no movement from the little princess, she simply jumped down and took the medicine bottle from her hand.

Before Tong Yan could say anything, Ling Yu poured out a medicine and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Ling Yu put the remaining medicine in her hand again, turned around and walked into the house.

The medicine of Mingjing Mountain is different, even before he swallowed it, Tong Yan felt a pure and pure power swimming in his blood.

Wherever he walked, the tired muscles were nourished by gentle spiritual power.

It's like soaking in a hot spring, and the limbs feel comfortable.

Ling Yu lay on the bed, looking at the tassels hanging from the curtain.

It seems that I am a little nosy.

She didn't come here to make friends.

For this little princess, Ling Yu can't say she hates it, nor can she say she likes it.

But don't resist being with her either.

After all, if you really want to be a teacher, maybe there are still many places where you need to use her.

Yes, take advantage.

Ling Yu convinced herself in her heart, and she suddenly understood.

She simply closed her eyes with peace of mind, planning how to make Wuyang Zhenjun look after her and accept her as a disciple.

Thinking of this Little True Monarch, Ling Yu felt a lot of emotion.

In fact, she seemed to have really reached a dead end back then, and it was he who picked her up.

The little fairy who looked like a child only thought of her as a wounded little crow, not to mention taking care of her day and night, and even took her to Xinglinwu to feed her various elixir.

Medicine stone is hopeless, talking about her state back then.

No matter what method Xiao Xianguan thinks of, the crow always looks like he is dying.

Even Ling Yu himself thought that his death was imminent.

But she suddenly got better.

The little bird, which lost its body and only had a piece of consciousness left, is getting better day by day under his care.

It even had the strength to fly up and peck at him.

"Aren't you?" Xiao Xianguan looked at the crow with a frown, "don't like me very much?"

Ling Yu really didn't bother to talk to him, she didn't just dislike this little fairy, she hated everyone in Mingjing Mountain.

If she could open her mouth to speak human words, she would definitely tell this simple child exactly.

Yes, I just don't like you, so what.

It's a pity that she doesn't even have the strength to fly, so she can only lie in the bamboo basket woven by the little fairy, staring at him.

Ling Yu looked into his eyes, without any distracting thoughts, filled with innocence and kindness.

Annoying or not.

Ling Yu cursed inwardly.

In her fantasy, she was very fierce.

In fact, in Xiao Xianguan's eyes, it was just a bird rolling its eyeballs a few times and then lying down.

Even a little cute.

"My name is Wenyu," Xiao Xianguan patiently told her word by word, "The little word is Jingchan."

Ling Yu felt that this person was going mad, not to mention introducing himself to a dying crow, which was already ridiculous.

She really didn't believe that any spirit beast that seemed to have just enlightened could understand what the small words meant.

What's more, she, a crow, doesn't seem to be enlightened.

Stupid!

Wen Jingchan put a cushion in Lingyu's bamboo basket, and touched the feathers on her back.

"It's only been a few days," he said, "and your hair is shiny."

Ling Yu immediately realized that she had been taken somewhere in her sleep these few days.

"A few more times, will you be able to transform?" Wen Jingchan smiled sincerely.

Ling Yu probably understood that this person really raised himself like a bird.

(End of this chapter)