Chapter 502 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (58)

Pilgrims all respect and love for Master Jingchen. At that time, they thought throughout their lives that they must become like Senior Brother Jingchen when they grow up.

So for Wen Xien's downfall, not only did he not admire him less, but he felt that his senior brother was not that unattainable. He got closer for a while, and the distance between the two was also greatly increased.

Of course, all this is what I have thought of myself throughout my life.

Wen Xien stood in the shelter and watched quietly as he worked for the delicate flowers all his life, until he was busy for a long time before leaving.

I rarely came in my life in the following days. It seemed that a distinguished guest came to Yonghe'an. Wen Xien didn't know much about what it was.

These days, the cabin has been surrounded by a strong smell of bitter medicine. Wen Xien's cold wind has not been cured for a long time, and his body looks thinner and weaker. He has come here less often in his life, so Wen Xien doesn't pay much attention to his thin clothes and is still wearing a thin dress, often blowing cold wind, and doesn't feel that anything is wrong.

The weather in April was getting warmer, but the bamboo rattan chair in the yard was suddenly covered with a white and fluffy rabbit-haired blanket in the morning. Wen Xien was stunned for a long time and didn't sit on it.

It's just a small broken place, where did the long blanket come from? And I'm afraid that I'll be the only one who is so leisurely.

I still brought out the freshly boiled tonic from the house all my life. Seeing Wen Xien dazed at the blanket, I stepped forward and explained: "The spring is cold, the bamboo chair is cold, and the blanket is warmer."

Wen Xien stood still and looked at Pingsheng, his eyes fell on the medicine bowl in his hand, and he couldn't help but frown, turned around and wanted to enter the room.

He caught up with Wen Xien in his lifetime and stood in front of him. Xunsheng said: "There are still the last few medicines. Just drink this bowl every day. My senior brother has just recovered from a serious illness, so he still has to drink the medicine."

Wen Xien walked to the right, and then moved to the right. Wen Xien circled to the left, and Ping Sheng simply stretched out his arm and stopped him.

He felt hot when he was decocting the medicine just now, so he rolled up his sleeves and exposed his strong forearm. He had been staying at the foot of the mountain for a long time a few days ago. When he was caught by several senior brothers, he took it with his arm a few times. It was covered with bruises. It looked scary, but it actually didn't hurt.

He was also detained for several days, which is the reason why he has not come here recently.

But Wen Xien stopped after seeing the traces, his eyes faintly moved from his forearm to his face slowly, and his eyes seemed full of doubt.

I felt warm in my heart. I put down my sleeves, smiled, and comforted Wen Xien: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. Senior brother, don't worry about me, take the medicine first."

Wen Xien was silent for a moment and asked him, "You are injured, why don't you take medicine?"

I was stunned for a lifetime, and I was speechless for a moment.

He was strong and strong. Whether he was injured or sick, he naturally recovered after a few days and did not need to drink medicine at all. Moreover, what he cooked for Wen Xien was a body-tonifying medicine, which was full of ginseng, deer antler, angelica, wolfberry, etc., which was only suitable for people with weak body.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Xien naturally raised his hand and gently pushed away the medicine bowl that reached in front of him: "My illness is cured, and it's useless to drink medicine, don't waste it."

I saw Wen Xien continuing to walk into the house in my life, and in desperation, I grabbed her wrist, and the touch was cold and delicate, as if I had touched a piece of jade.

"Senior Brother..." Pingsheng only held it for a moment and let it go. When Wen Xien turned around and looked at him, he raised the medicine bowl and smiled at her, "Look at me, this medicine is not bitter at all."

After saying that, I raised my head and drank the black medicine juice in one go, drinking no drop left, and even let Wen Xien see it.

Wen Xien frowned slightly, as if he felt uncomfortable when he saw others taking medicine.

I captured Wen Xien's subtle expression in my life, so I continued to coax her: "I'll pour another bowl for my senior brother. I'll drink it all, so my senior brother will accompany me. Drinking it is always good for my health."

Wen Xien stared at Pingsheng in a daze, with a hint of surprise on his face.

Wen Xien rarely gets coaxed by others when she grows up, let alone people who are younger than her. This makes Wen Xien somewhat uncomfortable, and it is not her spoiled. In her perception, it is normal to take medicine when she is sick, but if the disease is cured, it makes no sense to drink medicine again.

Moreover, how can I take medicine and let someone accompany me?

Pingsheng ran back to the house and poured out another bowl of medicine and brought it to Wen Xien. Wen Xien didn't say anything this time, but looked depressed. He took a few mouthfuls of the bowl and drank it, and then put the bowl back into Pingsheng's hand.

"I'm not afraid of taking medicine, but these great tonics are really useless to me."

He just smiled all his life, took out a veil from his arms to wipe the water stains on Wen Xien's lips. Wen Xien turned his head and hid for a while, and the veil only touched her cheek and fell to nothing.

The strange feeling made Wen Xien feel uncomfortable all over, as if the two of them were reversed and they were more like a senior brother in their lives.

I was about to say something in my life, but I was interrupted by a voice from the door.

The voice was dull and dull, and full of cold and sarcastic.

"Master Jingchen, what are you doing? I got so close in broad daylight. Are you keeping warm together?" Yue Ying leaned against the wall at the door of the wooden house, sneering coldly.

As soon as his voice sounded, Wen Xien hoped to go over, and after seeing his face clearly, his back suddenly became stiff, and he was nailed to the spot like an iron plate.

It is obvious that Wen Xien cannot forget Yue Ying's absurd behavior a few years ago, so this leads to the fact that he shouldn't have thought of when he sees Yue Ying, but on the surface, Wen Xien still looks cold and can't tell her emotions at all.

He stood up vigilantly, walked to Yue Ying, stopped him from gaze at Wen Xien: "This donor, this cliff is the forbidden area of ​​Yonghe'an, so please leave..."

"Leave? This is the abbot's agreement." Yue Ying smiled sarcastically, with disdain in her eyes, which was quite fierce.

A stranger cannot enter without the abbot’s permission. Yue Ying must be allowed to enter so easily.

Yue Ying pushed away her life and strode to Wen Xien. Wen Xien suddenly stood up when he reached out to grab him and took a few steps back.

His eyes were indifferent, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Yue Ying frowned, as if she didn't expect that the person who seemed to fall apart would still avoid him when the wind blew.

I was shocked all my life, but I didn't expect that Yue Ying was so savage. I took action without saying a few words. I only hesitated for a moment and raised my foot and wanted to stop it.

Wen Xien naturally knew that Yue Ying was difficult, and she didn't want to drag down Pingsheng and was punished, so she said to Pingsheng first, "You go back first."

The steps of his life were halting, and he was worried that Wen Xien was here alone. Yue Ying's expression was too terrible. Those who didn't know thought they were here to seek revenge.

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