C12

Sunrise East Mountain, the gushing morning air dispelled the darkness, illuminating the hallway.

Young people's wounds always heal faster.

These were the Ghost Doctor's exact words, and also what he had told Zhou Xuan.

Zhou did not comment, but invited the Ghost Doctor to sit down and have tea with him.

The tea was a good tea. It was the tea of an old tea tree on the peak of Morning Sun Mountain. It was only a little less than two or three catties a year. It was truly more expensive than gold.

Water was good water, the spring water of the Enlightened Dao Mountain in Shu Country was sweet and pure, and it was the best water for making tea.

These things were originally not something that Zhou Jing could afford to drink. In fact, they were not things that he could afford to drink with his status.

Therefore, these things were naturally given to him by Zhang Wenli.

The Ghost Doctor looked at Zhou Xi who was making tea. She squinted her eyes and smelled the fragrance of the tea in the air. She muttered, "It's good to be young."

Zhou uneasily smiled, washed the tea, placed a cup of tea in front of the Ghost Doctor and made a "please" gesture.

"You've seen a lot of craftsmanship." This was the Ghost Doctor's evaluation of Zhou Xi.

Zhou Jing quietly watched the old doctor drink his tea. He, who was like a lion, finally revealed a hint of a truly happy smile.

The Ghost Doctor ignored him, and continued: "That brat's injuries are surprisingly quick, if an ordinary person's heart meridian was pierced by a sword, they probably won't be able to get up from the bed, and won't be able to see the wind. Yet now, that kid can actually get out of bed and walk around. The window is open every day, and he doesn't look as if he has a cold body at all. He's as strong as an ox. "

"It has only been a little more than a month. Even if that boy is a hidden expert, he shouldn't have been this good in such a short period of time."

"In reality, it's not easy for a true expert to be injured. However, one who is injured usually won't be able to recover easily."

"Three years ago, Taoist Cheng Tian from the Mt. Tai was unable to withstand the strange psychokinesis of those old monks. After struggling for over forty years, he still could not suppress his emotions and died."

"He is obviously an expert. Even if he dies, his corpse is still a treasure. Someone actually dared to make the Sky Bearing Monastery an enemy, so he was naturally willing to steal his corpse."

"That's why I don't think this kid is suspicious."

It was just an incoherent sentence. Others who heard it would think it was ridiculous and completely illogical.

But Zhou Jingtian understood.

In the end, his hand could not control his trembling. He poured a cup of tea onto his lap.

"You mean …" Even though there was no one around, Zhou JingJing still lowered his voice. He couldn't help but ask, "Is he someone with a 'destiny'?"

The Ghost Doctor was noncommittal and continued drinking her tea.

He had a carefree look on his face.

He drank a cup of tea to the end, put it down and filled another cup for himself.

Looking at the empty space in front of him, he shook his head and murmured, "Young people really can't hold it in."

Similarly restless was also Chen Yuan.

He asked Li Guotao to help him to the window and watch the morning sun.

"I didn't expect that Zhang Wenli was really a man who understood literature and reason. I heard that Uncle Ye's store has been taken care of?" Li Guotao could not hear the tone in Chen Yuan's words, so he did not say anything.

"Although I tried my best to avoid it, my recovery speed is still too fast. Right now, my dantian's Qi Sea is almost dried up. I never would have thought that the thing inside my dantian wouldn't be able to control its circulation and wouldn't listen. However, at this moment, it is exceptionally active."

"I'm afraid they're already beginning to suspect it."

Li Guotao listened attentively, then smiled and said, "Don't worry about this. They will find an excuse for it."

Chen Yuan did not ask anymore.

Because he saw a woman walk past the window.

Originally, Chen Yuan Yuan could have said the words "the beauty of a nation, the allure of a demon, the elegance of a romantic". However, Chen Yuan Yuan felt that the evaluation was too long.

He wanted to drag out a few more lines of Tang Shi and Song Ci, but unfortunately, they were all poor words and he could not find them.

Therefore, Chen Yuan could only praise her, "Such a beautiful sister."

Li Guotao raised his eyebrows and revealed a strange expression that would never appear on a scholar's face. He said, "What a beautiful cauldron."

However, it was very clear that the woman would not hear it because it was not good for her to.

So she walked on as if she were in her own garden, loose and careless, her long red hair swaying in the morning breeze, her gown curving, barefoot, step by step.

He didn't even look at the two men by the window.

This made Chen Yuan a little frustrated, saying, "Don't tell me that the short woman can't see it."

Seeing the childish Chen Yuan, Li Guotao finally smiled.

"Ever since that day when Jie Qian crippled the shadow of Zhang Wenli and rushed out of the circle arranged by Zhou Xi while bathed in blood, Zhang Wenli no longer had any experts by his side."

"That's why we had no choice. Furthermore, because we offended such a huge being like the 'Unparalleled Palace', the 'Wind Listening Platform' had no choice but to send out their own experts to protect him."

"As the third son of the king, he naturally has more power than that. The one you saw just now was the famous bounty hunter, Juan."

"This name …" Chen Yuan drew his lips, expressing his unhappiness. Li Guotao continued, "It's just a code name."

Then Li Guotao said, Be careful.

He spoke a little too slowly.

Chen Yuan Yuan had seen Han Zhong's "Great River Torrential Tsunami" before, and the feeling he gave off was the feeling of a long sword.

It was very powerful, but it was also known as fake power.

Chen Yuan had never understood why it was called pseudo-potential.

Today, Chen Yuan finally knew.

He could not see the water of the Yellow River from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. This is Li Bai.

The raging waves of the Yellow River rolled into the sky, loud as thunder. This is warm.

Yellow river water, the water was vast and endless without end, its origin unknown for thousands of miles. This is my father.

The Yellow River fell from the sky and traveled through the East China Sea, covering thousands of miles within his chest. This was still Li Bai.

The Yellow River came from the west to destroy Mount Kunlun. Its roar could touch the dragon gate from thousands of miles away. 'This is Tang Shi! '

The Yellow River moved thousands of miles and the hubbub turned into mines. The Yellow River again.

When Chen Yuan saw that sword intent, he already knew why.

"This is the true torrential waters of a great river." That's what Chen Yuan said.

He had never seen such a rough river before. He had never seen such a turbulent river surface. He had never seen such an unbridled and arrogant river flowing without restraint.

A dragon descending from the sky with a roar.

The river that had flooded tens of thousands of cities, breaking through everything.

You can see destruction from there, or you can see Li Bai from there, or you can see Wen Ting-yun, and you can see Father Gongtai.

"What a river, what a sword intent, what a 'torrential river'!"

"What a good 'Flower Protector' from the Unparalleled Palace!"

What a handsome man who stepped on the sky and descended the river.

He was also a beautiful lady who welcomed him with her eyes closed, picking up flowers with a flick of her fingers.