Broken Bonds

Chapter 110.1

Chapter 110 　 Breaking the Complex Extra: See where you go

With the gentle breeze blowing, and the faint fragrance of flowers, trees, and leaves in the mountains and forests, Qiu Yeyuan laid dizzy on the hillside and fell asleep. The bamboo basket beside him was full, and in just half a day, he had picked many herbs and harvested a lot.

Sure enough, it came out well.

Qiu Yeyuan is happy that he made the right decision. Every time that Ximen Yu returned to the general rudder, he never had a good life. It's maddening that that man keeps running to his Medicine Stone House to make trouble at every turn, making him angry and taking advantage of him!

Thinking of the time in the Jian state battlefield, he dared to openly embrace him in the big tent, and kissed him on the mouth. It's really unbearable. Finally he was able to break free, and ran into Yan Feili coming into his tent. If he hadn't then ...really, really...

Fortunately, the general didn't see it, otherwise it's better to let him jump into the river.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yeyuan suddenly lost the mood to nap. He sat up, pulled a small grass next to him, treated it as Ximen Yu, and bit in his mouth fiercely.

Later, that guy took advantage of him several times. The second time was in Hwaseong City. He was blaming himself because General Yan was taken away by the enemy. He took this opportunity to give him the chance to move his hands all over him again, but he didn't stop him, and he kept crying in his arms. It's...

Shameful! ! !

Qiu Yeyuan blushed when he thought of this.

Really annoying! After finally running out of the Floating Residence, why does he always think about that annoying guy!

Qiu Yeyuan bitterly threw out the bitten grass sprig. He looked up at the sky, and saw in the distance of the endless blue sky, there were big white clouds condensed together and were moving slowly.

Qiu Yeyuan frowned. Since he moved into the Floating Residence at the age of fourteen, he seldom went out under the supervision of his sister Qiu Yelan. But when he was young, he lived with his master in the mountains for many years. While studying and refining medicine, he also learned the art of watching clouds. It looks like there will be a heavy rain on this mountain soon.

Qiu Yeyuan carried the medicine basket and hurried to the road, hoping to find a shelter from the rain before the rain cloud caught up. Looking at that cloud now seemed to be far away, but the wind is strong in the mountains, and it will blow over soon. At that time, it really means that wind is wind, and rain is rain.

Sure enough, within the time of a stick of incense, the sky quickly dimmed, the lightning was bright, the thunder blasted, and the pouring rain came suddenly, making people caught off guard.

Qiu Yeyuan ran awkwardly in the heavy rain, looking up, there were trees, stone paths and deserted roads, and nothing was inhabited. Finally, through his blurred vision, he could see a dilapidated building deep in the jungle.

Qiu Yeyuan was overjoyed, and when he rushed in to see, it turned out to be a ruined ancient temple. The door hung crookedly on the door stern, swaying in the heavy rain. There was a Buddha statue in the temple, although the paint and ink had peeled off, it is still looking dignified.

Qiu Yeyuan hurried inside, putting down the bamboo basket, he carefully checked the herbs inside, and found that there was no problem, so he stood up and shook the rain on his body.

"Who... who is there?"

A faint, cold voice sounded, and Qiu Yeyuan was startled. Looking hurriedly, in the deep and secluded corner of the ruined temple, a person lay faintly on top of a pile of withered grass.

"I'm a medicinal picker here. I encountered this pouring rain so I just want to take refuge in the temple." Seeing that this ancient temple had been abandoned for a long time, Qiu Yeyuan thought that the man must also have been a passer-by avoiding the rain. It's just that the sky is dim, and he couldn't see his appearance and figure.

The man did not speak. Qiu Yeyuan heard a slight movement, which seemed to be the sound of a weapon straddling the ground. Knowing that he might be a swordsman in this world.

Such things are also common. He has been in the Heavenly Sect for a long time, and he probably also knew some rules on the rivers and lakes. He clasped his fist and said carefully, "This brother, I will just borrow a space from here, and when the rain stops, I will go on the road immediately. I will be going afterwards, so please help me to shelter here for the time being."

The man was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "The Buddhist temple is not yours or mine. You don't have to ask me for permission."

Qiu Yeyuan said, "Thank you, Brother." He picked up the bamboo basket and looked around. He looked for a clean corner opposite the man, cleaned it briefly, and sat on the floor.

He was soaked in the heavy rain, already drenched wet, and now he sat down, feeling a chill and shivering. Standing up again, he took a fire fold in his arms and decided to build a fire. Seeing that the offering table in front of the Buddha had already been split and lit by the predecessors, there were still some scattered on the ground.

Qiu Yeyuan walked to the Buddha, joined tithes and worshipped, then bowed his head and picked up some pieces of wood and returned to his place.

The fire fold was wrapped in oil cloth and was not wet. But in the heavy rain, the stones and woods were a little wet, he spent many years in the heavenly gate learning all sorts of stuff, but this light-fire work took him a long time to make.

Finally, a bonfire was raised, and Qiu Yeyuan said: "Okay."

After saying this, he remembered that only himself and the stranger in the opposite corner of this ruined temple were here and he was embarrassed slightly. He said: "This brother, aren't you cold? Do you want to use the fire?"

The man fell in the shadow of the room and did not seem to hear him. Qiu Yeyuan sat down in a weird manner, holding his coat and other things to dry in front of the fire.

There was thunder and lightning outside, the wind and rain were blowing, and the sky was dim like night. The torrential rain in July is really powerful, and it seems that it will not stop until late at night. Especially in this southern mountain forest, the climate is even more weird and changeable.

Qiu Yeyuan glanced at the person across from time to time while drying his clothes.

The man's dress was black and hidden in the corner, seeming to blend in with dark surroundings. He didn't speak just now. Qiu Yeyuan thought he was asleep, but faintly heard him slowly tossing and turning, and the dry grass under him groaned.

Although he didn't move very loudly and his voice was very soft, Qiu Yeyuan, with the sensitivity of the doctor, intuitively felt that this person seemed uncomfortable.

Qiu Yeyuan does not know any martial arts and in such terrible weather, he had not notice the person's rapid breathing and uncomfortable movements.

Qiu Yeyuan poured out the herbs in the bamboo basket, carefully sorted them into categories, and slowly heated them by the fire. Accompanied by the familiar smell of herbs, Qiu Yeyuan's nose gradually regained its sensitivity, faintly smelling a faint, bloody smell from the temple.