Chapter 421: Mentor

Xie Changhui always thought that even if they didn't have this sentiment, they should have a tacit understanding of each other.
What has been experienced in these six years, the son does not mention it, but he can laugh into a flower when he is fine.
I would like to ask, a pair of men and women, just in time, each other and beautiful, and spent six years together, no one who believes? Xie Changhui is convinced of the charm of his own son. Don't look at the time when Wang Hao chose his wife for him. Those people are too sorrowful. I really saw the son. How many women have gone? This appearance, this kind of temperament, even if it is an embroidered pillow, it is too much love!
What's more, the son of the son must be on the heart of the people, absolutely a thousand thoughtful and tender, and he does not believe that Lu Mingshu can live!
Xie Changhui was full of confidence. This time he came to Jiu Yao Palace, he thought that this Lu girl would have been compromised even if she was serious.
but……
Just listen to her: "You are late, so you can go back."
The sound did not see a slight ups and downs.
Xie Changhui put the surprise on his face without any cover.
This is... drive them away? The son has been hard-working, but he has not been in the past years. When he arrived in Nishikawa, he said a word and was rushed.
Xie Changhui seems to have seen the "heart" of the son breaking into pieces.
However, once again, he unexpectedly said that the son would not carelessly pouting and muttering: "When you have been waiting for so long, it is so ruthless!"
"Yeah, I am so ruthless, why are you still coming over?" Lu Mingshu finished, turned to ask Hui Niang, "Master?"
Hui Niang’s gaze went back and forth between the two of them, and she heard the question and said,
There is a house in the study.

Lu Mingshu nodded, no longer paying attention to Xie Lianzhen, directly into the house.
Hui Niang was a little embarrassed and said to him: "The lady is tired, the son must not care."
Xie Lianzhen still smiles like that: "I know, it's fine." Saying, referring to the tea that was just cooked, said to Xie Changhui, "Give them a pass, and say, this is a herbal tea, for Liu Zhangyuan. The body is good."
"Yes."
Hui Niang can not help but feel good, this honest son is noble, but it is rare for the lady to be compliant. Well, I’ll talk back to the young lady. He has been waiting here for the past two months. He has also healed the hospital, and there is no shelf at all. His attitude towards him should always be better.
......
When I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door, Liu Ji really couldn't help but stand up.
"Oh..." The door was just ringing and he slammed open.
The two men and the teacher stood opposite each other across the door, each with excitement and some cramps.
At this moment, Xie Changhui’s tea was delivered, and he said:
The son said, this is a herbal tea, which is good for Liu’s home, and the two are slow.

"Thank you." Xie Changhui’s snoring, Lu Mingshu recovered, and helped Liu Jizhen, "Master, you sit."
"Okay, good." Liu Jizhen was supported by her and found that she could not say anything else, only nodded.
The teacher and the teacher sat down as usual, and Lu Mingshu poured the herbal tea to him: "How are the master's body these days?"
Liu Jizhen smiled and said: "It's much better." This is true. Mr. Hui has been nursed for many days, and Xie Lianzhen came over and brought the secret medicine of Qizhengguan. For more than two decades, his body has never been better. The meridians are moisturized, and occasionally there may even be an illusion that they may recover.
"Are you okay? Can you be in danger? Are you injured?"
"It’s okay," Lu Mingshu replied. "And the swordsmanship is refined."
"Really?"
"Really."
Liu Jizhen finally put down his heart for many days: "This is fine, this is good."
Both of the mentoring and the disciples were a little wet, and for a long while, Lu Mingshu whispered: "Master, I am sorry."

Why do you say sorry?

"I used to sneak up on Master and I still want to go it alone and worry you."
Liu Jizhen smiled and said: "I am sorry to be a teacher. Mingshu, you have done it. You tell me by fact that Master is wrong, you are right."
Lu Mingshu did not like it, whispered: "No, Master is not wrong. If I don't rely on another, I know that people have traps, and they rushed over like this. They just want to die. But Master doesn't know this, stop me. That's right."
If there is no sky wheel, if it is not that she has turned to sword repair, the goddess sacrifices this trap, she jumps in like this to find a dead end. Who can guess that her swordsmanship has exceeded the concept of the world? Don't say Liu Zhenzhen, even if you are too elders, you can't guess.
Liu Jizhen still smiles like that: "You don't have to speak for the teacher. You make such a decision. Of course, there are reasons for you. You should not believe your judgment. Besides, these days, the teacher has reflected on you. You said It’s true that I’ve lost my cultivation for too long. I’ve lost my courage. The warrior should be on the verge of being difficult, and it’s not our creed.

Lu Mingshu was relieved. She has already got the medicine to repair the meridians, and she is afraid that Master will lose her repair for too long, and she will not be able to pick up her former sentiments. If this is the case, even if he recovers, it will be difficult to make progress in the future. Now the Master himself has this awareness. Once he recovers, he can quickly adjust his mood and become a martial genius again.
"You are tired too, go to rest early. Zhou's business, you don't have to work hard. Now there is someone in the martial art who works for you. You have to learn to use people. It is fierce to make such earth-shattering things. This is Good things are bad things, and you have to count them."
Lu Mingshu nodded: "Master said it." The heart is more happy. Master said that he has carried out reflections, not perfunctory, and even the attitude toward martial affairs has changed. The former Master did not teach her this.
Seeing her want to talk and stop, Liu Jizhen asked: "Why, is there anything else?"
Lu Mingshu looked at him. After a few years, Master is fifty, and the eyebrows and hair have been dyed with a shallow hoarfrost. Although the appearance is not old, it has the vicissitudes of life.
At the age of twenty-six, he was abolished. For the whole twenty-four years, he went from despair to decadence, from decadence to adaptation, and the genius of the martial arts gradually turned into the elder of today. This psychological journey is not enough for outsiders. Those who are not experienced can not understand his pain and struggle.
Now, he has hope to return to the once world, and he does not know if he can hold it.
"Master, there is something, the disciples will tell you."
Liu Jizheng smiled: "What must be anxious to say now?"
He does not think that Lu Mingshu will say something important. For him, the most important thing now is her peace. When she sees her return, he is satisfied.
However, she immediately heard her say: "Master, the disciple found a potion that can cure your meridians."