Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

But now, Master is gentle and considerate, saying "I love you too" to her personally.
Thinking of this, Zixi's tears couldn't stop falling down again.She had been looking forward to it for so many years, and finally she was looking forward to these words from Duan Hua, but instead of the joy she imagined, there was only endless bitterness and sorrow.And is the person who said this sentence her master?

Is a master who has forgotten the past considered a complete master?If Master recalled all the past one day, would he still say these words to her?Will you still put Le'er to sleep?Zixi is full of confusion about such a future, and she doesn't know what to do with Duanhua at all.

Alone in a daze in the dark, after a while, Zixi got off the bed and walked out of the room.She passed by the door of Duanhua's room, and heard the silence in the room, as if both father and daughter were asleep.She walked past Xiaodie's room again, and heard Xiaodie telling about Duanmuyu's childhood, which seemed to be for Ayu'er.

Walking through the long corridors, over the big and small halls, Zixi walked down to the Nine Heavens alone.After winter, the temperature is very cold. By the time she felt it, she had already reached the Seventh Heaven. When she wanted to go back and put on some clothes, she looked up at the Ninth Heaven frozen in the moonlight. For some reason, she didn’t want to break this tranquility. [

Tightening her thin coat, Zixi stopped in front of a pavilion in the Seventh Heaven, the dim light came out from the gap in the door, and a warm smell attracted her.

She opened the door and entered, and a strong smell of medicinal materials came to her face. She heard the sound of "gurgling" boiling in her ears. What caught her eyes was a row of small medicine stoves, some of which were decocting medicine, and warm white smoke was rising from the stove. The fog, some of which had been washed away, was put aside, and an old man wrapped in a quilt sat in front of the medicine stove and stared at the fire.

"Is the genius doctor still asleep?" Zixi closed the door with her backhand.

"What's wrong with you?" The genius doctor knew who it was without looking back.

Zixi approached the genius doctor, moved a stool and sat beside her, untied her belt without avoiding suspicion, and frankly exposed her left shoulder in front of the genius doctor.Her left shoulder was almost covered with horrific erythema, which was no longer white and smooth as before, and there was a scabbed sword wound near the collarbone, with bloodshot faintly appearing under the wound.

The miracle doctor glanced at Zixi's sword wound, and said, "Are you fighting with others again?"

"Yeah." Zi Xi nodded.The sword wound on the left shoulder was stabbed by Su Ling'e when she was in Misty Palace, after that, it went up and down and never recovered.

"Come on, stretch out your hand." The miracle doctor stretched out his hand from under the quilt.

Zi Xi pulled up her clothes and passed her wrist over.

"Your body remains the same." The miracle doctor checked Zixi's pulse, "How long has this been hurt?"

"More than a month."

"It hasn't healed for more than a month?" The genius doctor let go of Zixi's pulse nonchalantly, "You didn't take it seriously, did you? That's why it healed and cracked over and over again. If you're not careful, I'm considered a Even the ancestors of divine doctors can't cure you."

In recent years, the genius doctor has almost been regarded as Zixi's dedicated doctor, and he knows Zixi's habits better than anyone else.In the past two years, Zixi never cherished her body, relying on her internal strength to consume her vitality without restraint, and then gradually formed a habit, and recently it is difficult to change it.

This sword wound is an example. Zixi didn’t apply any medicine after the injury. She just bandaged it and waited for it to heal naturally. Sometimes the wound accidentally got water, and sometimes she accidentally touched the wound. The wound split open, and she frowned. The head just let it go.