Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

The next morning, the autumn wind blew against the thatched house, and the old windows and bamboo doors creaked. The slight sunlight shone through the gaps in the thatched house and reflected on Le Wenyao's body.

Le Wenyao slowly opened her eyes, feeling that her body was being pressed so heavily, she tried to move the quilt away with her hands, but she couldn't use any strength to move the quilt, and there was a faint pain in her arm.

Le Wenyao just remembered that yesterday, her arm spurted out blood because she held the bowl of millet porridge in an excessive position for a long time. It was all injured by those two bastards.

The same goes for Le Wenyao. Whenever he thinks of Xiao Jian and Zuo Jin, he becomes extremely angry.

Le Wenyao looked to the side and found Fang Lin sitting on the small wooden stool beside the bed.

He held his chin in one hand and a towel in the other, leaning on the thatch and falling asleep.

Le Wenyao looked at Fang Lin's pale face and felt extremely uncomfortable. She stood up and put on her shoes carefully.

She was going to put the quilt on Fang Lin's shoulders, but she couldn't place one of her hands and accidentally hurt her arm.

"ah"

Le Wenyao called out softly, and Fang Lin, who was sitting on the small wooden stool, stood up immediately. He saw that there was no one on the bed, and his expression was flustered. Just as he turned around and was about to shout, he saw Le Wenyao standing on the ground.

Fang Lin said hurriedly: "Wen Yao, how's it going? Does your arm still hurt?"

Le Wenyao said: "Brother, it's okay, I don't feel any pain anymore."

A sweet smile appeared on her face.

Fang Lin knew that his sister didn't want him to worry, so that's why she said this.

Fang Lin said: "Wenyao, sit down and let me check the wound again."

Le Wenyao nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, and slowly pulled the sleeves on his arms, with some beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Fang Lin walked over, carefully rolled up his sleeves, and slowly untied the bandage.

Several wounds of varying shades

Marks appeared in Fang Lin's eyes. What kind of bullying did he have to do to make him like this?

Fang Lin's eyes were full of hatred. He remained motionless. The thoughts of revenge in his heart became stronger and stronger, and a king's domineering aura erupted from his body.

Le Wenyao seemed to see what Fang Lin was thinking, and felt the domineering power in him to some extent. She said, "Brother, I'm fine. I don't feel any pain now, so don't worry."

When she saw that Fang Lin's expression didn't change and he didn't speak, she felt worried and anxious. She was afraid that it would be too late if her brother went to seek revenge on those two bastards.

Then he said: "Brother, I am really fine. If they bully me again in the future, I will definitely tell you. Brother, please help me vent my anger."

"is it okay."

Le Wenyao pulled Fang Lin with her hand and said coquettishly.

Fang Lin looked at Le Wenyao and said, "Okay! If anyone bullies you in the future, you must tell your brother."

Le Wenyao smiled slightly and nodded.

The herbs on the arm have been almost absorbed, and more herbs need to be replaced.

Fang Lin took out the herbal medicine and slowly applied it on his arm. While applying the herbal medicine, he blew it gently with his mouth, for fear of causing some pain to Le Wenyao.

After Fang Lin applied the herbal medicine, Fang Lin said, "You need to rest for a few days, and then go to the academy after the wound has healed!"

"I'll go out and get some food, and you can lie down for a while."

After saying that, he stood up and walked outside the house.

Le Wenyao hurriedly ran to Fang Lin and said, "Brother, we are not allowed to ask for leave in our academy. Besides, my senior brother is teaching today. I must study, so you don't have to worry about me."

After saying that, he ran towards the outside of the house.

Lin Gang was about to say be careful about the injury on his arm, but no one was there, so he had no choice but to shake his head.

Fang Lin sat on the wooden bench, lost in thought, "He wants to go out to make some money and replenish Wen Yao's health. What is he going to do?"

He suddenly thought, "Last night, Le Wenyao's body kept shivering and chilling, but today she is fine. What's going on? It doesn't look like she's sick. Forget it, I'll ask when Wen Yao comes back."

Fang Lin stood up and walked towards the mountain.

As dusk came, the setting sun illuminated the entire barren mountain red, and Fang Lin had a full harvest. He held three fish and some green vegetables in one hand, and a bulging cloth bag in the other hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

The cloth bag contained white and flowery rice. These rice were obtained by Fang Lin from fishing.

Fang Lin returned to the thatched house. He looked very tired and did not go to rest. He started to light a fire and cook.

After a while, the hot aroma came to the nostrils and filled the entire thatched house.

It was getting dark and Le Wenyao was about to return home. Fang Lin stood at the intersection early, waiting for his sister, feeling a little worried about the injury on his sister's arm.

Le Wenyao saw Fang Lin and shouted loudly: "Brother, where am I? I'm back."

She ran to Fang Lin with brisk steps. What was different from the past was that this time she didn't have the clay bowl in her arms.

Fang Lin scratched her nose and said with a smile: "Be careful, it's already dark, don't be afraid of falling. How is your arm? Is it feeling better?"

Le Wenyao said with a smile: "It's much better, brother, don't worry."

"Brother, have you eaten?"

"Today I……"

Fang Lin knew that Le Wenyao wanted to say, "I didn't bring him any food today. What did you eat?"

Fang Lin took her hand

, returned to the thatched house, and the aroma wafted into Le Wenyao's nose.

Le Wenyao said happily: "Brother, what delicious food did you make? It smells so good!"

Fang Lin put the cooked rice porridge on the table. The two of them ate it deliciously. Le Wenyao ate three bowls before putting it down and patting her belly, like a little girl.

"Brother, it's so delicious. Where did the rice come from?"

Fang Lin told Le Wenyao what happened today. She was so happy that she praised Fang Lin, "Brother, you are so awesome."

Fang Lin quickly washed the dishes and chopsticks. He came to Wen Yao and said, "Brother, help you change the dressing."

Le Wenyao nodded.

The herbs were soon replaced, and the wound was slowly healing and getting much better, which made him feel very relieved.

Fang Lin said: "Wen Yao, why did your body tremble and tremble after you fell asleep last night?"

"Tell your brother the truth if you are sick."

When Le Wenyao heard Fang Lin's words, her face turned pale, and she vomited: "Well... your body is fine, and I'm not sick either. You see, I'm not fine now."

"Brother, don't worry about me. It's you who has been in the water for so long today. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why do you look so haggard?"

Fang Lin already knew from the change in Le Wenyao's face that Le Wenyao was not telling the truth. Could he really be sick? He thought to himself, "We must find out."

Fang Lin smiled slightly at Le Wenyao and said, "It's okay, I just didn't have a good rest. Just rest for a while and you'll be fine."

Le Wenyao said hurriedly: "Brother, go and have a rest." After saying that, he pushed Fang Lin onto the bed, turned around and walked out.

Fang Lin looked at Le Wenyao's thin back, feeling sad in his heart, and whispered: "Don't worry, with brother here, everything will be fine!"