Chapter 48 Master

Yan Ji lay by the bedside, with his eyes slightly closed, and put his hands behind his head. Counting the time, it is now the end of the year. After New Year's Eve, Yan Ji turned 20 years old and entered the year of weak crown.

But he doesn't seem to feel how much has changed. What has changed is only his appearance. From more than ten years old to now, his perception of the world and his thoughts on some things have not changed much, and he feels that he has not grown up in his heart.

The world is always changing, and the people in the world are changing all the time.

What has changed? What is the same?

At this time, a gentle footsteps sounded. Before she entered the door, Yan Ji had already guessed who it was and hurriedly got up from ** and went to the door to greet him. When the door creaked open, he bowed to the figure outside the house and said, "Madam..."

His voice suddenly stopped and saw a weak and slender girl standing outside the door, dressed in an orange skirt and a white plush collar. Her cheeks were very ruddy, and she no longer looked pale and bloodless, with a sick face.

"Gig..." Yang Huanyu suppressed a few smiles and said, "You are really too polite. You make such a big gift every time we meet. Last time you called 'mother', this time you called 'Madam', I don't know what to shout next time?"

Yan Ji's face turned red and I don't know how to explain it. Su Qiurong appeared behind her, stretched out the back of her hand and patted her head gently. She laughed and scolded, "Yuer, don't mess around, no big or small."

Su Qiurong knocked on her head, which was not painful or itchy, but she looked very painful. She reached out and rubbed her head, and her red lips flattened, "Oh" and looked quite wronged.

Entering the room, Su Qiurong put a large bowl of medicinal diet in her hand on the table. The bowl was covered with a porcelain cover, and the cracks in the mouth of the bowl emitted steaming heat.

"Do you want to listen back to Yuyuan?" Su Qiurong took off the porcelain lid on the bowl and asked Yan Ji.

The bowl is accompanied by various medicinal boiled black-bone chicken, emitting an attractive fragrance. Su Qiurong put soup in a small bowl for one night, tore off a chicken leg and put it in. She pushed the bowl to Yan Ji and asked softly, "What are you doing when you go back?" Is it uncomfortable to live here?"

Yan Ji shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine now. It's time to go back!"

Su Qiurong gave him an angry look and said, "What's good? Yesterday, I was so dizzy that I rolled down from **. Today, it was agreed that you are just not dizzy. You are still very weak and can't do anything. Just live here to rest!"

"That..." He only said one word and was cut off by Su Qiurong: "Let's talk about it when you are full. Eat this black-bone chicken quickly. Don't you want to be better? Just take more of this tonic."

The words are full of concern, quite like a mother teaching her disobedient child.

Yan Ji listened to the gentle lesson of her words and was extremely touched. She was confused and couldn't help responding and eating.

Yang Huanyu sat next to him and stared at him eating, as if he was enjoying something beautiful. His big dark eyes did not blink, and there was a slight smile on the corners of his mouth.

Yan Ji was uncomfortable with her, and she always suspected that she looked ugly or had something on her face.

Under her "appreciation", Yan Ji struggled to eat a chicken leg and a bowl of chicken soup. Su Qiurong took the bowl in his hand, filled another bowl of chicken soup and a chicken leg, handed it over, smiled and said, "Eat more!"

"I want to eat too!" Yang Huanyu came up with such a cold sentence.

Su Qiurong glanced at her and said, "Didn't you just eat two bowls of eight-treasure porridge and four eggs? Aren't you full? Don't make trouble here!"

She knows that her daughter eats very little and can only eat half a bowl of porridge and an egg. Even if she recovers from a serious illness, she has eaten twice as much food as usual. She is hungry now, just looking at the chicken legs and greedy.

Yang Huanyu felt aggrieved and said, "I'm really hungry. Suddenly I'm hungry. I don't want to eat my big brother's food. I want my mother to go back and cook for me!"

Her words made Yan Ji, an outsider, quite embarrassed, and made him talk next to him. Maybe Yang Huanyu didn't treat the people next to him as outsiders at all.

Su Qiurong listened to her daughter's grievances, with a slightly coquettish tone and couldn't refute it. She had to rely on her and said, "Okay, okay, mother will go back and do it for you."

Su Qiurong got up and held her daughter in her hand and said to Yan Ji, "You live here well, okay?"

Yan Ji na answered and said, "Yes."

Su Qiurong nodded with satisfaction and pulled her daughter away.

Yan Ji feels bored in the room. According to his calculation, it will take at least half a month to a month for the injury to heal and recover. It seems that there will be more boring time.

During this period, he naturally did not dare to venture out to explore. In the dead of night, when you can't fall asleep, you have to practice the true method of "Taiyi Wanxiang" to kill time.

Guangyi's true method of "Taiyi Wanxiang" is dry and difficult to understand, and the more difficult it is to practice. However, the current eight-fold realm of Taiyi makes him feel that he has fallen into a bottleneck and sneaked into Yinglong Villa for more than half a year, and there is little progress in his cultivation.

The two small realms of Taiyi Jiuzhong and Tenzhong are far away for him, not to mention the more profound realms of Taiji and Wuji.

At noon, Yan Ji guessed that Su Qiurong would come to deliver food and stopped practicing skills early to avoid being discovered.

Hearing a knock on the door, Yan Ji hurried to open the door. After a lesson in the morning, he would never look at people clearly and came forward to salute him.

The person who came was Yang Huanyu. There was no one behind her. She didn't bring food in her hand, so it didn't seem to be delivering food for herself.

"Go! I went to dinner. My mother asked me to call you to dinner. When she spoke, she was not shy at all and generous.

After she finished speaking, seeing that Yan Ji did not respond for a long time, she reached out and grabbed Yan Ji's wrist, pulled Yan Ji out of the house and said, "Go quickly! Why are you in a daze! Follow me."

Two beautiful maidservants on the side of the door looked at everything and couldn't help laughing.

Yang Huanyu grabbed his wrist and trotted, as if he had the energy to play. Yan Ji's wrist was scratched by her and hurt. If he didn't use Zhenqi to resist, it would make him grin, but if he lucked Zhenqi to resist, he was afraid of being found abnormal.

It's only strange in my heart why this skinny girl suddenly has such a big hand strength.

Ruo Yan Ji heard about the effect of Kirin blood, naturally no longer be surprised about this matter. His body not only flowed with phoenix blood, but also Kirin blood. When the blood passed to Yang Huanyu, Kirin blood also flowed into Yang Huanyu's body.

He followed Yang Huanyu and didn't know how many corridors he went before arriving at the dining room. The magnificent hall is quite luxurious. The round table is full of rich dishes with meat and vegetables. There is also a hot pot in the center of the table, and the fragrant soup is rolling.

In the hut in the hall, Su Qiurong, dressed in a sky blue dress, came out, dignified and beautiful, shining, and could really fall in love with all sentient beings.

"Have you recovered from the wound?" She turned around and whispered softly behind her.

"It's almost good." A slightly weak man's voice came from behind him.

This sound is quite familiar to Yan Ji. I always feel that I have heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a moment.

Su Qiurong entered the living room, and the man behind him also came in, wearing a light black robe, his eyes were shreak, heroic, and his whole body was full of indescribable majesty.

When Yan Ji saw the man, he was so scared that he trembled and almost jumped out of the room to escape.

The man behind Su Qiurong is her husband, that is, Yang Zhong, the head of Yinglong Hall.

The night before yesterday, Yan Ji entered the cell to investigate. The person who injured him was Yang Zhong. However, after listening to Su Qiurong's question, it is not difficult to guess that Yang Zhong was also injured and did not get any advantage from Yan Ji.

Su Qiurong gently touched her husband with the back of her hand and looked at Yan Ji and said, "This child is your daughter's lifesaver."

Yang Zhong's majestic eyes swept over Yan Ji, saw his heart beating like a drum, cold sweat on his back, and muttered in his heart, "Will he recognize me?" His cultivation is unfathomable. Don't I die as soon as I take action?"

Yan Ji didn't specify more about what Su Qiurong had said before. She didn't know that Yang Zhong was also injured.

Su Qiurong looked at Yan Ji's look. Seeing his eyes drooping and sweaty forehead, she immediately pinched her husband's hand and smiled, "Who are you showing that dead face all day long? Do you think that's handsome? When I saw you, it was really like seeing a dead person. I was so scared that I sweated coldly!"

Yang Huanyu has lived with her mother since she was a child and is very close to her mother. She is somewhat disgusted with this rare father and thinks that he has neglected the family. At present, she followed her mother's words and also asked her father: "That's right! That's right! Dad's face is the most ugly, like a ghost all day long, a person who is not used to looking at it..."

Yang Zhong's cold eyes swept over her. She actually felt like a cold and piercing chill. Her voice gradually decreased, spit out her tongue, and hid behind Yan Ji.

Yang Zhong restrained his expression, raised his finger to the seat and said, "Your name is Yan Baichuan, right? Please sit down!"

Yan Ji is not a fool. At this moment, he has understood in his heart that Yang Zhong must not recognize himself, otherwise he has become a dead person now.

Yan Ji calmed down and bowed his hand and said, "Your subordinate Yan Baichuan, see the master!"

Although the mood is extremely stable, the voice is still a little trembling, but this is not a bad thing. Generally speaking, a former seven Xuanmen prisoner and now a fire-burning young man will be somewhat timid when he sees the supreme and majestic Lord.

Su Qiurong came over, put her hands on Yan Ji's shoulder, pulled him to the table, pressed him on a chair, and smiled, "Don't always put those polite words on your mouth. Don't be afraid. Just treat this as your home."

After saying that, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on Yan Ji's forehead.

Su Qiurong reconciled in the middle, and his anger eased a lot. Yang Zhong's family sat down and began to eat with chopsticks. Yang Huanyu selectively sat between her mother and Yan Ji, afraid of being frozen by the cold air penetrated by her father.

Yan Ji is still guilty and never dares to raise his head, let alone look at Yang Zhong. Yang Huanyu, who looked similar to him, always lowered her head. Even if she looked up to talk to her mother, she cleverly turned her head to her father.

Su Qiurong saw that Yan Ji did not dare to move the chopsticks and looked nervous. She left from her seat, walked behind Yan Ji, held his shoulder, helped him with a full bowl of vegetables, and said softly, "Good boy, be bold. Eat whatever you want. No one said it's yours."