Chu Qingyan looked at her slender body slowly lowering in front of her, and for some reason her eyes turned red. He lay silently on Qin Meiyu's back, and his small arms gently circled her neck.

Feeling a slight sank on his back, Qin Meiyu stood up and walked forward with him on his back.

Seeing that the little man pressed his face against her temples, Qin Meiyu frowned unccustomedly: "Hey, don't be too arrogant, I carry you because your short legs delay my affairs. You should take care of your qualities!"

Chu Qingyan smiled and said softly, "Okay, Sister Qin."

My heart was softened by the sound of Sister Qin again. Qin Meiyu secretly scolded herself for being useless and rushed forward with Chu Qingyan on her back.

Qin Meiyu didn't expect that he rushed forward, but the town ahead still didn't arrive. It was just as sunny as possible and the weather changed as soon as possible. A heavy rain drove the two of them to a dilapidated temple.

It was a dilapidated temple, a fever, and a broken haystack, but this time I had a fever, I changed my individual.

Qin Meiyu had a headache and looked at Chu Qingyan who was so hot that she was drowsy and started talking nonsense. The urge to leave for the 100th time was suppressed. He really shouldn't have taken this guy's soul-stirring medicine. He was obsessed with this burden. He looked good during the day, but when he got stuck in the night, he would get a fever and get sick.

It was raining heavily outside, and Qin Meiyu's eyebrows were covered with sadness. She had no other choice but to barely refine one or two talismans to relieve the symptoms.

The Qingzhuo Zhenren in Xiaofeng Canju knows everything. He has high cultivation, good swordsmanship, and excellent medical skills. He writes good characters, draws iron and silver hooks, and is also good at painting. Not only that, he should also know astronomy and geography.

Qin Meiyu suspected that there was nothing in this world that Qingzhuo Zhenren didn't understand. In her opinion, the more he could do, the more he would be like a red apricot sticking out of the wall. Not to mention it, the key was to attract bees and butterflies. Especially with such a good look, he was not a gentle wife and mother who stayed at home.

Unfortunately, even if Zhenren Qingzhuo is capable, it is useless. His disciple is not good at doing well, and his writing is like a dog crawling. After she knocked down the legs of a rabbit with a lame leg in the back mountain, Zhenren Qingzhuo completely broke the other side's thoughts and only let her concentrate on practicing swordsmanship.

Looking at the child beside him who was as hot as ripe as prawns, Qin Meiyu, who was helpless, felt a little regretful that he had not studied medicine well.

If you want to talk about knife injuries and internal injuries, she has dealt with them a lot over the years and has been very familiar with them. She can pull out the arrows with her eyes closed, and bandage them with medicine on the ground without changing her face. Then she drinks two pots of wine to celebrate that she is not dead yet.

She became a doctor after a long illness, but she became a doctor after a long injury.

I remember that once I was ambushed by a few despicable and shameless sects. My back was almost cut and my right arm was injured. Qin Meiyu forced herself to apply medicine clumsyly on her left hand to clean up. When she was injured at first, she couldn't help but she burst into tears. Later, she got used to it. It hurts, but she never shed tears again.

He reached out to explore Chu Qingyan's forehead, but it was still hot. Qin Meiyu had no choice but to reach out to form a talisman, transforming into a small protective barrier, wrapping Chu Qingyan's small body.

A blue halo enveloped him. After a while, the tightly locked brow slowly stretched out. Qin Meiyu then sat down cross-legged and looked at him blankly with his cheeks on his back.

Chu Qingyan…

This child actually called this name, which shows that this name is not unique to him, Qingzhuo Zhenren. In the future, he must be more angry and cannot be so cowardly that he wants to turn around and run away when he hears this name.

The sound of wind and rain outside seemed to be getting louder and louder, and the night was rich. Looking out through the broken window, you could only see the desolate night that seemed to spread to the bottom of your heart. The autumn rain fell very quietly, without thunder, and the rain hit the bricks and tiles, becoming the only sound of the quiet late night. Qin Meiyu's heart slowly calmed down. She closed her eyes, opened her eyes for a moment, and then looked at the door vigilantly.

After a while, the dilapidated temple door was opened from outside, making a dull "creaking" sound.

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