C2 Uninvited Guest(2)

"Hehe, little brother, you don't have to be so nervous. Master's position is high, Guang Luojie, little brother's sword skill is excellent. Why not come with us and we can exchange some pointers." The red clothed man beside her spoke, but his voice was clear and melodious. He narrowed his phoenix eyes and played with his slender fingers, seeming to be indifferent.

Mo Bai stared at the two and did not answer them. He looked at the second floor window and calculated in his mind that these two were very strange moves, and were definitely not some proper sects. If he could not beat them, then he would jump out of the window and escape, but he could not do what they wanted so he opened his mouth and said, "I won't go, what can you do about it?"

"Yo, little brother, you've got quite the temper. Don't refuse a toast and don't eat a forfeit. If you obediently follow us, we won't hurt you in the slightest, or else it'll be a fierce battle." Yin Fenglee smiled. His seemingly casual fingers had a strand of hair wrapped around them.

Hearing that, Mo Bai picked up the bench on the side and threw it towards the two of them. Yu Linglong threw him away with a whip, causing the stool to turn into dust in the air. Mo Bai turned around and jumped into the crowd from the window on the second floor.

Yu Linglong stood on the second floor of the inn and stopped Yin Fenglee who was about to give chase. "Senior Brother, there's no need to chase him. He will come looking for us again. With the Primordius Consonance Mirror still here, he will definitely be unwilling." Only then did Yin Fenglee give up. He looked at Mo Bai Yuan's figure and laughed coldly. They had followed him here since they left the mountain and would definitely not let him escape so easily.

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Mo Bai was hiding in the market, feeling vexed. The Primordius Consonance Mirror he just obtained was taken away by an unknown group of people with profound martial arts skills. However, there was nothing he could do about it.

Mo Bai felt a dull pain on his body, as if his fight with the other two had touched an old wound. Mo Bai felt a dull pain on his body, as if his fight with the other two had hurt an old wound.

Seeing that it was getting late and the surroundings were getting dark, Mo Bai started to feel out of sorts, and his vision became even more unsteady. He staggered to the stream and wanted to wash his face with water, but when he saw his shadow swaying in the water, he fell down beside the stream in a flash.

He could faintly hear someone calling to him. That person had the fragrance of herbal medicine, and his smell was eye-catching. He felt relaxed and comfortable. His hair gently brushed against his face, making Mo Bai feel more at ease.

Mo Bai opened his eyes. The wounds on his body had already been cleaned and carefully bandaged. He could clearly see the scene in front of him. The room was arranged elegantly. The interior of the room was filled with the fragrance of medicinal herbs. There were hundreds of green bamboo leaves hanging from the windows. The clear wind blew gently, making a rustling sound.

The smell of medicine became even stronger. The person wore a purple robe with a pair of peach blossom eyes, his skin was white like jade, warm and free, and in his hand was a bowl filled with thick juices.

"Is Young Master still not feeling well?" Ye Qingcheng walked over to Mo Bai and asked in concern.

Mo Bai held his forehead and frowned: "Where is this? "Who are you?"

"My name is Ye Qingcheng. I just realized that Young Master was severely injured and fainted by the stream, so I took the initiative to bring Young Master back to the medicine hut to treat him." Ye Qingcheng stirred the medicine with a spoon in his hand. Immediately, the fragrance of the medicine on Mo Bai's nose became even stronger. Presumably, it was caused by this medicinal soup.

Mo Bai's face turned pale as he stood up, "So it's my benefactor. Mo Bai, thank you for saving my life." Ye Qingcheng pressed down on his shoulder and shook his head.

"Young master's wounds have not healed yet, it's best that you do not get up. It's perfectly justified for a doctor to save a dying man's life, there's no need for young master to thank me, this is the medicinal juice I concocted, young master, take it quickly." Ye Qingcheng said in a gentle voice. Then, he held a spoon in his hand. His ten fingers were delicate and delicate, like a calyx that was about to bloom. He then placed the medicine juice next to his mouth.

Mo Bai looked at the thick black juice. His stomach was churning, but it was not good to refuse Ye Qingcheng's kindness. With his eyes closed, he could only grit his teeth and drink.

As soon as he drank it, he put a sweet lotus root into his mouth. The sweet and refreshing fragrance immediately dispelled the bitter taste of the medicinal herbs in his mouth.

Mo Bai opened his eyes and found Ye Qingcheng was feeding him a lotus root. He felt embarrassed.

Ye Qingcheng stared at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, "Young Master Mo, you will recover after a few more days of rest."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ye." Mo Bai turned his face away and felt his cheeks turn hot, not knowing how to react.

However, thinking about how the Consonance Mirror had been snatched away and how he didn't know how to report to his employer, he decided to just lie on the bed with his head covered. It would be better to heal up first and then fight for it in the future. If an employer came to his door, he would tell him that his old injuries had reappeared and ask him to extend the time limit by a few more days.

Ye Qingcheng helped Mo Bai close the door and pushed the door open. When Mo Bai heard that there was no sound around him, he stood up and looked out the window. The bamboo forest was still moving, so he immediately got off the bed.

The medical hut was located behind a mountain, and it was exceptionally quiet. Peach blossoms were planted all around it, and a gentle breeze caressed its cheeks. The fragrance of the peach blossoms was mixed in with the air, causing one to feel relaxed and happy. It was as if he was in a paradise and couldn't help but to think of Yun Yushan. It was the same scene, where he had no worries at all while learning from his master, but unfortunately, he would never see that kind old man again.

Ye Qingcheng placed a bowl and chopsticks on the stone table and greeted the dazed Mo Bai.

"Young Master Mo, hurry up and eat. I hope the coarse food will match your taste." A few peach blossoms fell on his head, making him seem very attractive. Mo Bai walked up and gently picked them up.

"Sir, this place is abnormally quiet. Why are you here alone?" Mo Bai raised the question in his heart.

Ye Qingcheng smiled and gently helped him with the food, "I grew up with my adoptive parents. Since my parents were old and ill, I inherited my father's inheritance to visit nearby villages. It's also not that quiet and complicated."

"This matter is dangerous and the human heart is evil. This is good as well. Mister will live a life like the Peach Blossom Origins." Mo Bai raised his glass and laughed. This laughter touched the wounds on his body, causing him to grimace in pain.

Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks. He used his sleeve to wipe the sweat off Mo Bai's face and said, "Young master, please don't make too many emojis. This is an old injury that is often recurrent and can't be healed. You must pay more attention."

Mo Bai only felt that the place where Ye Qingcheng's sleeves touched was abnormally close, as if it was his own brother. This caused him to have a favorable impression of Ye Qingcheng.