In the original series, Duan Yu relied on this footwork to save his life countless times when faced with an insurmountable danger.
"Commander, four strangely dressed people are approaching from several miles away! They look very much like the fishermen, woodcutters, farmers, and scholars you mentioned!" A pilot quietly landed and reported to Fang Chen.
Is Qiao Feng about to arrive?
Fang Chen narrowed his eyes.
Chu Wanli, Gu Ducheng, Fu Sigui, and Zhu Danchen, collectively known as "Fisherman, Woodcutter, Farmer, and Scholar," were the four great retainers of Duan Zhengchun of Dali. Their appearance indicated that Duan Zhengchun was about to visit the mother of another of his lovers, A'Zhu.
At that time, Qiao Feng will come, and A Zhu will come.
Fang Chen remembered that before A Zhu decided to die in place of her father, she gave Qiao Feng the Yi Jin Jing that she had stolen from Shaolin.
Both of his divine skills are in his hands!
"Okay, I understand. Continue monitoring. Report back immediately if you spot Qiao Feng!" Fang Chen said, his eyes flashing.
"yes!"
The pilot responded and turned to leave.
......
Two days later.
Fang Chen was practicing Star Shift, Lingbo Steps, and Six Meridian Divine Sword by Mirror Lake when Yurijin walked over.
"Commander, Miss Wang seems to be acting strangely."
"What? He's just a weak woman, how could he possibly cause any trouble?" Fang Chen frowned.
"No, she seems to be sick."
Are you sick?
Fang Chen was taken aback. This wouldn't do. I was still waiting for her to teach me martial arts. How could I get sick?
......
On the shore of Mirror Lake, in a side room, Wang Yuyan lay on the couch, covered with a brocade quilt, her beautiful eyes closed.
A damp towel rested on his forehead.
"Mr. Fang, your wife is suffering from excessive fright and has caught a cold. In addition, she is weak and should not have sexual intercourse in the near future. Take this medicine of mine three times a day, morning, noon and night, for seven days and her illness will be cured."
Inside the room, a doctor closed his small medicine box and spoke to Fang Chen.
"A cold? It'll take seven days?"
Fang Chen pondered for a moment, "It's just a cold, isn't it?"
It will take another seven days. I can just go to the store and pick up a box of Gan Kang (a traditional Chinese medicine for colds).
"Thank you, sir. I will give her the medicine on time. Ah Da, please see the doctor out." Fang Chen smiled at the old doctor and asked Ah Da to see him off.
Fang Chen returned to reality and went to the pharmacy to buy cold medicine.
I brought some GanKang, 999 Cold Relief, and granules.
When he returned to the courtyard he had bought in Mirror Lake, Wang Yuyan was staring at him with wide, beautiful eyes.
"Miss Wang, take this and you will be cured."
Fang Chen picked up a glass of water, added 999 granules, and handed it to Wang Yuyan.
This was the advice given to Fang Chen by the pharmacy doctor based on his description; cold granules were more suitable.
"I'd rather die than drink your medicine, you wicked man!" Wang Yuyan said weakly as she saw the bowl Fang Chen handed her, two crystal tears sliding down her cheeks.
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A salted fish's declaration of self-reliance.
A self-improvement declaration from a salted fish [Long Xun].
Long Xun prepared for three months for his book "The Gate to Travel Through the Myriad Realms," but he was a very demanding person. Writing in isolation meant he could only update a few words a day. In three months, he had accumulated 90,000 words of manuscript. He was just too clumsy.
Sometimes, I really envy those geniuses who can write 10,000 words in an hour!
But I can't achieve that kind of efficiency; even typing gibberish, I can't get 10,000 results per hour...
Long Xun writes about 1,000 words per hour, but since the book started, a series of things have happened one after another.
During the Chinese New Year holiday, my child got sick, my work at the company increased my workload, and a new store opening required us to do volunteer work. In reality, I spent less than 3 hours a day writing, really.
For this reason, which has resulted in inconsistent updates, Long Xun sincerely apologizes to all the leaders who have been following the updates!
Because he only updates once a day, and sometimes not even once, Xianyulong is quite ashamed.
Even the editors at the expedition don't love me anymore.
My leg has been broken for four weeks now. I don't know if there's any chance it can be reattached.
I think there's probably no chance.
So, I think I'll give it my best.