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Yang Lian was still unconscious as she carried the bowl into the room. Yang Jian carefully held up his sister, allowing her to lean on him. He raised his bowl to drink a mouthful of blood, before placing it in his sister's mouth. When she swallowed, she took another sip and was about to pass.

Everyone silently waited for him to finish. After drinking a bowl of blood, the black air on Yang Lian's face dissipated. Yang Jian carefully covered her up and stood up. However, his body swayed and he nearly fell down. He held on to the wall for a long time, feeling the golden stars dance in front of his eyes, almost fainting.

He stumbled into the kitchen, cold and parched, knowing that he had lost too much blood. He scooped a spoonful of cold water from the bucket and drank it down in one gulp, choking and coughing.

He covered his mouth with his hand and forcefully stifled the coughing sound. He struggled to turn around and returned to his room. He knelt by the bed and carefully examined his sister's small face once again. Under the cover of the black fog, the little girl was frowning as if she was in extreme pain. Yang Jian touched her face in pain and shuddered. He held her clothes tightly and could not stop trembling. Everyone understood that this was due to the fear they felt after losing blood.

Trembling, he forced himself to sit there all night as the sky gradually brightened. Little Yang Lian finally regained consciousness and cried out loud, "I'm afraid, second brother, I'm afraid!" Yang Jian, who was already in a state of exhaustion, suddenly perked up and hugged his sister tightly. He revealed an ecstatic expression, "Second brother is here, it's good that he's awake, it's good that he's awake! It's okay little girl, it's okay! " Everyone had followed him the entire way, but they had never seen him lose his composure like this before.

Yang Lian, on the other hand, was scared stiff and struggled to get away. She said with a bitter face, "I'm hungry, brother." Ever since she was poisoned by the poison in the day, she hadn't been able to drip any rice. Since the poison was suppressed, her stomach naturally felt empty. Yang Jian comforted her softly, stood up, and went to the kitchen to simmer the porridge.

After scooping up the porridge, he ignored himself and went into the room to feed his sister. His gaze was somewhat sentimental as he suddenly said, "Xiao Lian, if second brother is not home in a few days, Old Teacher Qin will come to pick you up and take you to stay for a few days. Remember to be obedient and not have a short temper." After a while, she said happily, "I know, it's almost the Peach Blossom Festival. Old Teacher Qin is taking me to the village to play, right?"

Peach Blossom Festival? Yang Jian could not react in time, so Yang Lian counted with her fingers, "One day, two days …" Three more days. Last time in the village, Da Niu and the others said that on the night of the Peach Blossom Festival, everyone came out to celebrate the blossoming of the peach blossoms with lanterns and decorations. It must have been very lively! " Her small face was filled with yearning.

Yang Jian felt his heart ache. For the past three years, they had been living in seclusion. Not to mention a local custom such as the Peach Blossom Festival, even the siblings had not really experienced this new spring. "Three days …" He smiled sadly. He was determined to let his little sister have a happy holiday before he did that.

For the rest of the time, he didn't go out to gather herbs. He stayed close to his little sister, telling stories and singing nursery rhymes, making little Yang Lian laugh incessantly. But every time her brother brought her the strange, bitter, and fishy bowl of medicinal blood, she would put on her usual grimace, full of unwillingness. Everyone looked at her with complicated emotions. Chang'e couldn't help but say, "Third sister, you didn't have a good experience when you were young." The third mother fell silent. As she stared at Yang Jian, who had taken all the trouble to trick her into drinking the medicine, her eyes began to fill with tears.

In the blink of an eye, it was the Peach Blossom Festival that Yang Lian couldn't forget. After drinking the medicinal blood for three days, Yang Lian's poison had been suppressed until there was only a faint mark between her eyebrows. She could now jump out of bed and play. She had been anxiously staring at the path up the mountain since the day before, hoping for Old Teacher Qin to come over. Seeing this, Yang Jian restrained his laughter and pretended to forget, not saying a word. At dusk, he stewed the ganoderma that he had dug out when he met the snake. Then, after it had been stewed on the charcoal, he closed the door and carried his sister down the mountain.

Little Yang Lian cheered and shouted, "Second brother, you're so good!" The Third Virgin couldn't help but smile as she recalled, "I've waited all day, but no one came. I only thought that Second Brother lied to me …" But who would have thought that on that day, he actually carried me on his back to view the lights! "

The mountain road was difficult to traverse. By the time he reached the village, the sky had already turned completely dark. However, the Peach Blossom Festival was one of the most important festivals for the Shennong clan. It symbolized the rise of spring and the vivacity of life. Therefore, although the village was small, it was already bustling with activity.

The street, which was usually silent after dark, was brightly lit. The villagers were singing and dancing, or playing and laughing non-stop. According to custom, the passers-by have a lamp in their hands, or exquisite or coarse, always in line with the scenery.

Yang Jian looked at his sister's envious gaze and felt a sense of guilt. He left home. When had the brother and sister ever had a festive occasion? Reaching into his bag, he counted the money he had earned by poaching and paying the previous day. He picked up a cheap one from a roadside stall and handed it to his sister. Yang Lian joyfully held it in her hand, bouncing and holding her brother's hand, looking around.

Yang Jian felt a little sad. He squatted down and looked at her, then said seriously, "Third sister, in the future, second brother will definitely buy you a better and more beautiful lamp, okay?" Yang Lian did not understand her brother's thoughts, and happily agreed while tilting her head. When Hundred Blossom saw this, she couldn't help but scoffed, "He actually tricked my younger sister into taking away her Precious Lotus Lamp."

After walking for a while, Yang Lian still hadn't recovered from her poison. Her legs were weak, and her stomach rumbled loudly. Yang Jian took out the dried meat he brought down the mountain for her to fill her stomach, but Yang Lian's face was scrunched up. Although it was meat and wild game, it was not good to constantly gnaw on this hard and dried meat. When Yang Jian saw his sister biting on the meat on her hand with a bitter face, but with his eyes looking at the noodle stall that was steaming hot, he felt sad and reached his hand into the bag once again. He thought to himself, "I still have some money left over. As for the rest, I'll just let her have a bowl of noodles." If we can get through it safely, we can at most earn it back by running around the mountain a bit more. "

He bought a bowl of noodle soup from the stall owner, hesitated for a moment, then poured the soup over for his sister. With so many customers, he could neither eat noodles nor take up more space. He just stood beside Yang Lian, watching her sweat with a red face. He felt gratified, but also sad. The Third Mother lowered her head. Perhaps, she should go and see him after she returned. After all, they had this kind of passage …

Yang Lian was so hungry that she actually finished the bowl of noodles and drank the soup. Yang Jian lovingly wiped away the leftover soup from the corner of her mouth. Seeing that she was sleepy, he stopped strolling and carried her towards the hut in the mountain where they were temporarily staying.

After leaving the town, they walked up the mountain road. The sky was already completely dark, and the only sounds that could be heard were the sound of insects in the grass and the rustling sound of Yang Jian's feet as he walked across the grass. Yang Jian has lost a lot of blood in the past few days, so he was really tired after carrying his sister on his back and walking so far up the mountain road. Seeing that his sister was sleeping soundly on her back, he carefully let her down and rested his body against the tree. Under the starlight, his pale face looked even more exhausted. Sweat dripped from his forehead as it reflected the starlight. The Third Mother squatted down and looked at the ignorant her in Yang Jian's arms, sighing with emotion.

Nezha looked at Chen Xiang and said unhappily, "Chen Xiang, I'm not blaming you. Let's not talk about the future, just talking about now, your perseverance is much worse than Yang Jian's. Long Ba nodded his head emotionally. "That's right. Chen Xiang was travelling with us and almost got killed because of little Yu …" The Fourth Princess was afraid that Chen Xiang wouldn't be able to take it and so she knocked her brother on the head, "What nonsense are you spouting? Chen Xiang was still young at that time, so you can't blame him." The more powerful Yang Jian is, the more harm he will cause in the future. "

After resting for a while, Yang Jian felt that he had recovered a bit, so he carried his sister on his back and continued on his way. Returning back to the house, he placed his sister on the bed and covered her with a blanket. He sat down and quietly looked at the sleeping little Yang Lian with eyes filled with love and reluctance. After a long while, he got up and went to the kitchen.

The Ganoderma Lucidum that was placed on top of the charcoal before it left had already fully simmered its medicinal properties. When everyone saw him pouring himself into the bowl and was about to deliver it to his sister, Hundred Blossom smiled and said, "Third sister, it's another big bowl. You really can eat a lot when you're so young!" The Third Madonna thought back and shook her head. "No, I remember that after he woke me up, he didn't force me to drink this, but later on he even got angry at me …" Sure enough, Yang Jian raised his hand and drank the entire bowl of Lingzhi soup.

Long Si interrupted, "It seems that his favor of you is limited. This Lingzhi is quite precious. Even though you know that your body is weak and needs nourishment, you still only care about eating it yourself. "

After Yang Jian put down the bowl and cleaned up the room, he did not go back into the room and only locked the door from the inside. Chen Xiang asked curiously, "What does he mean?" However, Yang Jian took out the knife he usually used for collecting herbs, and placed it on his back after grinding it. Then, he picked up a small knife and hid it in his bosom. Then, he walked out the door and headed up the mountain.