I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 50 Thoughts on the Cave (2)

"Junior Sister Mu, we received a signal owl from the Cangshan Sect at the mountain gate. Third Junior Uncle asked me to take you back to Wanyun Peak."

A sound came into the stone chamber.

"good."

Fengyuan asked: "Has the medicine arrived?"

Mu Wanwan calculated the time and nodded.

"Then I'll go out first. You must remember to take those medicines. The efficacy is in the wrapping cloth."

Feng Yuan nodded.

After all, on the cloth wrapping the painkiller pill, there is a small word "painkiller" on it. It looks like it was dipped in blood and scratched on with a fingernail.

"Junior sister Mu?"

"Coming."

Feng Yuan watched Mu Wanwan running outside, then turned around and walked to the other side of the stone room.

"Third Junior Uncle, Junior Sister Mu, we have delivered them."

Mu Wanwan was placed at the mountain pass of Wanyun Peak again.

Stepping on the familiar path and passing through the familiar orchid field, she saw the mirror in the center of the pavilion again.

"Master."

Hearing her voice, Jing Shen turned his head: "Why are you so embarrassed when you go to Si Guo Cave?"

Mu Wanwan said: "Not long after I entered, there was a strong wind."

Jing Shen scratched his forehead: "Qing Hui is willing to do it."

Mu Wanwan didn't hear what was going on for a long time. She looked towards the pavilion and saw Jing Shen holding a wooden owl with a mechanism in his hand.

It was quite a big one, and Mu Wanwan felt it was heavy when she looked at it, but Jing Shen's expression was very relaxed.

"I have long heard that the Cangshan School's wooden owl is exquisite, and now it seems to be so. However, exquisiteness is exquisite. It was sent from the mountain gate and froze in my hands. I wanted to see how it could move, but it couldn't do anything.

I can only invite you to come."

Mu Wanwan thought about it, and it was indeed true. The wooden owl of Cangshan Sect will only function again if it falls into the hands of the designated person.

She couldn't help but think of the hair that Song Zhujun took away from her the night before leaving.

She was about to move forward when she was stopped by Jing Shen.

"Don't go any further."

When Mu Wanwan was cleaned up with the Dust Removal Technique, Jing Shen spoke again: "Come here. But it's really troublesome for you to do this. You have to ask me to help you with the Dust Removal Technique every time. Otherwise, I'll teach you first.

Use the dust removal technique."

Mu Wanwan stood still in front of her: "Master, you have the final say."

Jing Shen smiled: "Okay."

Then he threw the wooden owl in his hand into Mu Wanwan's arms.

Mu Wanwan couldn't exert any strength with her right hand, and the wooden owl almost fell out of her arms.

When the wooden owl arrived in Mu Wanwan's arms, it slowly moved its neck and rolled its eyes.

After some movement, a box appeared under his belly.

The box is not small, and a letter can almost fill the space.

Mu Wanwan opened the box and saw two small boxes.

She opened the small box, and a scent of medicine hit her face.

"Are you sick?"

Jing Shen asked.

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Feng Yuan lost his body to save me before, and then dragged his sick body to kill the blood demon, causing serious internal injuries. This is the medicine specially prepared for Feng Yuan by Song Zhujun, the second girl of the Cangshan Sect."

Jing Shen seemed to be thinking about something.

"I seem to have seen that girl you mentioned. Nine years ago, at the Fairy Gate Conference held by the Beast Control Sect. At that time, she could only cry."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Zhu Jun, she is indeed a crybaby, but she is a very good person."

Jing Shen raised his eyes and looked at her: "Is there nothing else?"

Only then did Mu Wanwan see a letter lying at the bottom of the box.

Putting the wooden owl and the box aside, Mu Wanwan immediately opened the letter.

Jing Shen stretched out his hand and nodded the wooden owl's head, and saw the wooden owl shook its eyes and froze again.

"It's boring."

When Mu Wanwan saw Jing Shen turn her head to look at the boundless orchid field, she quietly opened the letter.

"Wanwan

After a few days apart, how are you doing recently? I have been studying this medicine since I returned to Cangshan Sect. I must not let Feng Yuan ruin it again this time. After staying in Cangshan Sect for a long time, I can't help but think of the days when we were outside.

It will be great if we can continue traveling together whenever possible.”

Mu Wanwan looked at the water stains on the lower right corner of the paper and couldn't help but think too much.

Song Zhujun may not have an easy time returning to the Cangshan Sect.

Thinking about the way Song Zhujun accidentally shed tears on the paper after writing the letter, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Master, do you have pen, ink, paper and inkstone here?"

Jing Shen looked back at her and pointed to the low house to the east.

When she stood in the small room and looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of her, Mu Wanwan realized that she could no longer lift the pen with her right hand.

He had no choice but to write with his left hand. When Jing Shen stood at the door, he saw such a scene.

The ground is covered with discarded papers, and the papers that are not discarded are also covered with brushstrokes that look like ghostly drawings.

I can only barely call.

When Mu Wanwan finished writing and looked up with a thick stack of paper, she saw the look of disgust from her master.

But Jing Shen didn’t say much.

Mu Wanwan just stuffed the letter into the box, sent the wooden owl away, and prepared to go back to clean the house.

When he opened the door, he saw his master picking up the discarded paper ball.

"It's a pity that you didn't go to Da Dao Gate."

Mu Wanwan smiled, ran over and slowly started to clean up.

Jing looked deeply and said, "That's all."

Then with a wave of his hand, the room became tidy again.

"I asked you to weed the flower field yesterday and I discovered that your right hand is just like an ornament. I gave you the wooden owl just now. The way you use your left hand doesn't look like you use it all year round. What's wrong with your right hand?"

Mu Wanwan stretched out her right hand, and Jing Shen saw a circle filled with pink new flesh.

"Have you been nailed with an awl?"

Mu Wanwan nodded: "I was nailed by the enchantress."

A trace of unbearability flashed through Jing Shen's eyes, and he slowly walked up to Mu Wanwan and pulled her wrist.

Then Mu Wanwan felt something soaking into her blood.

"Do you feel it?"

Mu Wanwan nodded: "It's cool."

Jing Shen let go of his hand: "It's okay, there is still hope, but it can only be better than now. I still can't carry things that are too heavy."

Mu Wanwan looked at Jingshen with disbelief in her eyes. Jingshen had not shown too much enthusiasm for her since she was selected.

She was not used to this sudden change.

"Master."

"Stop talking, I'm bored."

Mu Wanwan closed her mouth.

Jing Shen turned around and said, "Okay, it's getting late today. You can go back."

Mu Wanwan looked at the sun at noon and couldn't help but said: "Master, it's only noon."

Jing Shen walked out without stopping: "I know, I find you annoying."

Mu Wanwan suddenly thought of delivering medicine to Feng Yuan, so she hurriedly chased him out.

"Master, wait for me."

Jing Shen stood still waiting for her: "What's wrong?"

Mu Wanwan said: "Master, you may have to send me to Si Guo Cave. And I have to come out every half a month, and then you will have to send me in."

After Jing Shen listened, his expression remained normal.

Then Mu Wanwan heard familiar words again.

"Junior brother, my disciple killed my Gladiolus again. Please send someone to send her in again."

(End of chapter)