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Chapter 280 Painful Flower (1\1)

Wang Anfeng looked at the girl in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and said:
"What to eat?"

Tan Yurou pulled the hem of the clothes with both hands, her cheeks were reddish, she turned to one side, and mumbled:
"Morning..."

"Young Master, you can just do something bland."

Wang Anfeng sighed in his heart, guessing that the so-called "casual" word is far from being able to get up casually, he said "wait a moment", then walked in, and when he passed by the girl, he felt a very faint trace. Strangely, the footsteps paused slightly.

A strange bitter smell wafted from the well-behaved girl beside her.

It would be difficult for ordinary people to detect it, but Wang Anfeng first passed on the world's number one miracle doctor's medical skills, and then practiced the Hunyuan Physique, which was passed down from Yaowanggu. After a few years, this subtle bitterness has become extremely obvious to him. He frowned slightly, Turning his head to look at Tan Yurou.

At this time, the girl was wearing a lotus color dress, her eyes were lowered, she only looked at the jade feet protruding from the skirt, she seemed to notice Wang Anfeng's gaze, her cheeks flushed, she raised her eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, and then quickly retracted her gaze, her face became more and more blush , whispered in a soft voice, said:

"Son..."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback, consciously losing his composure, and subconsciously took a step back.

Opened his mouth, he had already called out his name, but he still couldn't continue. Seeing Tan Yurou's curious eyes, he withdrew his original plan, sighed in his heart, and said with a smile:
"Nothing, but please wait a moment."

Tan Yurou's curiosity turned into a shy smile of anticipation, nodded, and said:
"I still have to trouble you son..."

Wang Anfeng nodded, and passed by Tan Yurou.

The ends of the black hair intertwined in the air for a moment, and then scattered with the wind.

In the side room of the courtyard.

Wang Anfeng held the handle of the kitchen knife with his right hand, and spent some time thinking about the recipe. Fortunately, he bought some ingredients yesterday, otherwise it would not be enough for cooking today. After washing his hands, he put the ingredients on the chopping board and held them down. Looking out through the window sill, standing alone, as if looking at the talking of the plum tree next to him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Just now that taste...

You can't go wrong with painstaking efforts.

Human beings have the seven emotions and six desires, and their thoughts move wildly because of this, and they cannot be pure and free.

There are strange grasses in extremely cold places, which can be grown in 30 years if watered with the blood of fingertips.

There are thirteen leaves on top and bottom, one flower, but no fruit.

It can dispel all kinds of distracting thoughts and make the mind like a mirror.

The taste is extremely bitter.

There was once a master who would rather not heal his wounds and endure the pain of three months of swordsmanship than take the elixir added with painstaking flowers, because he did not want to bear the taste of pain, which can make people fight at the edge of the knife, and the warriors who regard life and death as normal would rather risk their lives Dangerous, the wound heals itself, and I don't want to touch it, that smell is evident.

In addition, there are great taboos in the use of this strange medicine.

Wang Anfeng chopped up the ingredients on the chopping board with the kitchen knife in his hand, and chopped them on top of it. He remembered what the second master said when he was still in Fufeng Academy.At that time, the old man was flipping through the medical books he found from the Fengzi Building, while instructing him to practice. When talking about all kinds of medicinal materials in the world, the old man stroked his beard and said:
"Feng'er, just remember, in addition to the four categories of common medicines, monarchs, ministers, and assistants, my predecessors, Wanggu, also separated some medicinal materials, and listed them outside the four categories of monarchs, ministers, and assistants, calling them forbidden."

"It's like this 'painful flower'."

"Second Master, isn't this kind of medicine often used by warriors to practice internal strength, and when it comes to critical moments, is it to break through the barrier? Why is it called a forbidden medicine?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled:
"Hahaha, Feng'er, you don't know yet."

"This prohibition does not mean a complete prohibition, but to let future generations know that it is no small matter. When using this medicine, you need to be more careful, so it is called a prohibition. Painful flowers can indeed make the warrior's mind go away. There is no worry, no sadness or joy, but it is a foreign thing after all, and it is harmless to do it occasionally."

The old man's voice paused slightly, his expression turned solemn, and he said:
"But if it is used all year round, it will be harmful."

"Deep love will never last, and wisdom will hurt. People who take this medicine all the year round will have no thoughts. Under the medicine's properties, it will be difficult to live beyond the age of 30."

"The death is strange."

"It means that the whole body is safe and the heart is dead."

The old man's voice was gradually drowned in the depths of the young man's memory. Wang Anfeng looked at Tan Yurou under the plum tree.

The girl stood alone, her shoulders were thin, and the cold winter sun cast a layer of gentle color on her black hair, she didn't look as coquettish and unreasonable as usual.

Wang Anfeng pursed his lips.

When we met yesterday, he didn't notice the aura of painstaking efforts from Tan Yurou, presumably he didn't take it all the time, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Moreover, Wang Anfeng has never been in the latter environment, so how can he empathize with him?
Perhaps Tan Yurou also has a last resort reason.

It's hard for bystanders to empathize with them. Those good intentions that don't need to take any responsibility and can't do anything are really cold.

At this time, the smell of oil was already rising from the pot next to it, Wang Anfeng sighed slightly, put away his distracting thoughts, stopped thinking about it, and just started preparing breakfast.

Under the plum tree.

Tan Yurou stood quietly, looking at the budding plum tree.

He raised his hand to brush his black hair at the temples.

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Talk about the government.

The young man in white looked up at the gradually gloomy sky.

It was only this morning, and the clouds and mists in the sky had already piled up together, making people feel very depressed.

Raise your wrist and pick up your pen.

The letterhead on the table in front of him was already filled with secret words, and Fu took out a tiger roaring mountain seal from the side, looking at the ferocious and domineering tiger, a fiery color appeared in Yu Jiu's pupils, and whispered a few times In a word, with his wrist, he pressed the blood rain seal heavily on the letter paper.

After a few breaths, Yu Jiu let out a foul breath and lifted the seal.

The letter paper, which was originally as white as snow, was covered with a layer of blood-like red.

Putting the seal aside, the young man knocked on the table casually. After a few breaths, a man in black clothes appeared in the room. He was slender and his martial arts were extraordinary. Yu Jiu glanced at him and said calmly:
"Send this secret letter to Senior Bengshan Fist Li."

The martial artist bowed with his fists in his hands, took the secret letter, turned around and left.

After a while, there was a fast horse galloping away.

This is already the fifth fast horse that has left from Xidingzhou in the past few days. Each horse has an eighth-rank warrior on it, and each eighth-rank warrior has a seal in his arms. The secret letter, and every piece of letterhead will be sent to this well-known and powerful player in the Jianghu of West Dingzhou.

This is a dispatch from 'Tiger King'.

Within the scope of Xiding Prefecture, who would dare not follow?

"drive!"

The warrior shouted loudly, his horse neighed, and disappeared in an instant.

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