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Chapter 363 The ruthless saint × half-assed apprentice (5)

Back in the yard, Yu Yan took Yisheng to take a medicinal bath.

Yi Sheng was soaking in the medicine bucket with a confused look on his face. Before he could react, he heard Yu Yan say again: "From today on, I will teach you the art of voodoo."

Yi Sheng looked up at her and couldn't help but call out: "Master..."

His heart was full of confusion and confusion.

All along, he thought that he was just a tool used by his master to raise voodoo, and he never expected that his master would suddenly teach him the art of voodoo.

He didn't know why the master did this, but he could feel that there seemed to be some indescribable emotions in the master's heart.

Yisheng felt that the master seemed to have changed a bit. He seemed not as cold and cruel as before.

But he also felt that this might just be his illusion.

Yu Yan looked at him with disgust and said, "I'm teaching you the art of voodoo because you are such a waste. Go out and embarrass me."

After listening to her words, Yi Sheng's face did not show a sad expression.

Because he knew that although the master said this, her heart was good.

But why? Why should he suddenly be nice to himself?

Yisheng didn't understand why a person changed so much.

Could it be that he was in a coma before and became stupid?

Yu Yan felt a little funny when she saw his confused and confused expression.

He was abused too much by the original owner, so now that something was slightly wrong, he got into brainstorming and thinking about her motives.

But yes, the original owner was indeed too cruel and ruthless to him.

She pretended to be impatient and said, "Wouldn't it be better to teach you the art of voodoo? If it weren't for you embarrassing me, I wouldn't teach you the art of voodoo!"

"Okay, you can take a medicinal bath here! Come out after an hour, I'm leaving."

After Yu Yan finished speaking, she turned and left.

Yisheng looked at her back with tears in his eyes.

Perhaps children who have never experienced kindness are particularly easily moved. At this moment, he actually felt a little warm in his heart.

He thought it was good for the master to be knocked stupid like this.

At the very least, she would be nice to him and wouldn't torture him like before.

*

Five years passed in a flash. During this period, Yi Sheng began to study the art of Gu assiduously.

He spends a lot of time and energy studying books on Gu arts every day, and at the same time, he also asks Yu Yan for some questions he doesn't understand.

Yu Yan will also patiently answer his questions and give him some practical opportunities so that he can better master the skills of Gu.

But I don’t know why, Yi Sheng really has no talent at all. It has been five years and he can’t even raise some simple Gu insects.

Upon seeing this, Yu Yan planned to teach him medical skills, but he still had no talent. If he was asked to stick a needle in someone, he would stick it wrong, causing the patient to scream.

During that time, everyone in the village avoided him.

I was afraid that he would see me and pull me away for acupuncture.

Ever since Yu Yan began to teach him Gu and medical skills, the tribesmen also knew Yu Yan's attitude.

She really regarded Yi Sheng as a disciple, not a Gu, so the tribe's attitude towards Yi Sheng also changed.

After all, he is Yu Yan's apprentice. If they disrespect him, doesn't that mean they disrespect Yu Yan?

That is the saintly lady of their Miao territory! Who dares to disrespect her?

As a result, Yi Sheng became the most respected person besides Yu Yan, the saint and the old patriarch.

*

Eighteen-year-old Yi Sheng has grown into a handsome young man. He has a tall and straight figure and a free and easy temperament. He is even more handsome wearing a Miao costume.

There was a bright smile on his face, like the sunshine in spring, warm and bright, which made people feel good about him.

Yisheng came to the door of the pharmacy, knocked gently, and then shouted loudly: "Master, it's time to eat."

His voice is clear and beautiful, like the sound of nature, making people want to listen more.

After a moment, the door was slowly opened.

Yu Yan walked out of it and cast her eyes at Yi Sheng, her eyes full of tenderness.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile. This smile is like a spring flower blooming, beautiful and moving.

When Yi Sheng saw Yu Yan, the smile on his face became even brighter.

He came forward, took Yu Yan's hand, and said excitedly: "Master, I made your favorite roast chicken, let's go eat quickly!"

His voice was full of anticipation and joy, as if this was the happiest thing for him.

After hearing what he said, Yu Yan reached out and tapped his forehead and said, "It would be great if a little bit of my talent in cooking could be allocated to Gu skills and medical skills."

Her voice is soft and beautiful, as if the spring breeze is blowing on the cheeks, making people feel extremely comfortable.

"There's nothing we can do about it!"

Yisheng grinned. He calmly held Yu Yan's hand and walked to the kitchen.

Along the way, Yisheng kept talking about the process of roasting chicken, as if it was a very great thing.

Yu Yan listened quietly, adding a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Coming to the kitchen, Yisheng took out the roast chicken and put it on the table.

The roasted chicken is fragrant, golden and crispy, making you mouth-watering.

Yu Yan smelled the familiar aroma and knew that Yisheng must have put a lot of thought into this roast chicken.

The two sat around the table and began to enjoy the delicious roast chicken.

Yi Sheng kept holding pieces of chicken for Yu Yan, as if he wanted to give her all the good things.

Yu Yan smiled and said: "That's enough, that's enough. Eat more yourself."

After eating, Yi Sheng poured another cup of tea for Yu Yan.

He picked up the tea cup and handed it to Yu Yan. He looked at Yu Yan's long fingers and lowered his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes.

Yu Yan took the teacup, took a sip gently, then put down the teacup and said with a smile: "It tastes very good."

Her voice was filled with relief and contentment, as if this was the most delicious tea she had ever tasted.

Yi Sheng smiled even more happily and said, "Master, as long as you like it, my hard work in preparing this tea will not be in vain."

As night fell, Yisheng sent Yu Yan back to her room to rest.

At the door, Yi Sheng hugged Yu Yan gently, then immediately let go, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Master, good night."

His voice was full of tenderness and concern, and there was an imperceptible love in his eyes.

Yu Yan pretended not to know, then smiled and said, "Good night, Yi Sheng."

After she finished speaking, she closed the door.

Yisheng looked at the closed door, turned around and left, his back gradually disappearing into the night.

The next day, Yisheng went out to dig herbs. As soon as he went out, he met Lingling.

Lingling was carrying a small backpack and stared at Yi Sheng with a hint of vigilance and threat in her eyes.

With a firm and unflinching attitude in her voice, she said: "Let me tell you, I have been keeping an eye on you. If you dare to hurt the Holy Lady, I will not let you go."

Lingling has said this sentence no less than a hundred times. Every time she saw Yisheng, she would warn him.

Lingling's eyes revealed a firm belief, as if she was ready to fight to protect the Holy Lady at any time.

Yisheng felt a little helpless. It had been five years, but Lingling was really persistent and she would take the trouble to warn him every time.

But he also knew that it was all the things he had done before that made her like this.

Yisheng replied: "Okay, you can stare if you want."

Lingling's expression relaxed a little, and she said: "As long as you don't harm the Holy Lady, I will not hinder you. However, if you have any inappropriate behavior, I will notify the Holy Lady immediately."

Yisheng nodded and said, "I understand."

Then he turned away and continued digging for herbs.

Lingling looked at his back, her heart still filled with vigilance and worry.