Chapter 15 Mentality

Jiang He finally returned home with his seriously injured body.

The moment I opened the door, my heart was at ease.

The pain and fatigue that had been suppressed before suddenly spread throughout my body, and I almost collapsed.

All he wanted now was to have a good sleep and lie motionless in bed.

Jin'er was sitting at the table, holding a pen in her hand, drawing and writing on paper with a focused expression.

When she heard the door open, she didn't even look up, but continued reading and writing.

Considering that none of the three disciples had received much education, perhaps this is also the reason why they went astray?
He also wanted them to read more books while he was not planning to let them practice, so he bought a lot of books for his disciples to study.

Seeing Jin'er working so hard, Jiang He felt relieved but also a little disappointed.

I'm just an ordinary person.

I returned home covered in injuries, but no one cared about me.

Even though he knew what position his predecessor held in their hearts, he still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

Bai Minxin walked in from the yard panting, her face slightly flushed and tiny beads of sweat sliding down her forehead and dripping down her cheeks.

The black suit was clinging to his body, and sweat left dark marks on the clothes.

In just a few days, her changes were almost visible to the naked eye.

Suitable clothes, no need to work day and night, and adequate sleep and food made the few remaining traces of her fear fade away.

Her change made Jiang He feel enlightened.

However, Bai Minxin's words were like a thorn piercing his heart:
"You're back so early? I knew you couldn't handle the hardship of setting up a stall."

This time, instead of being cared for, I was ridiculed.

Jiang He also turned his bloody back with a hint of anger and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. I was robbed and killed."

However, Bai Minxin snorted coldly:

"Humph, who knows who you have offended again."

Hearing this, Jiang He felt mixed emotions.

He knew that his status in the hearts of his disciples was not high and the impression was completely negative.

But he still hopes to get a little care and attention from them.

However, now it seems that this is just a luxury.

He turned away silently and said no more.

"Minxin! How can you speak to Master like this!"

Jiang Yuanxia originally practiced martial arts in the yard with Bai Minxin.

After returning home, the two of them actually noticed Jiang He's injuries at first sight.

She walked over quickly, carrying a basin of hot water and a towel.

There was a hint of fear in her eyes, and her hands were even shaking a little, but she still tried to stay calm and said in a flattering tone: "Master, you are injured. Yuan Xia will help you treat the wound."

Jiang He was slightly stunned. He could feel Jiang Yuanxia's fear of him.

But he also knew that this disciple was trying his best to please him.

A complex emotion surged in his heart, including being touched and helpless.

He turned around, looked at Jiang Yuanxia's eyes that were filled with fear and avoidance, and said softly, "It's okay, I can do it myself later."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Yuanxia breathed a sigh of relief almost visibly.

Under Bai Minxin's indifferent gaze, he walked back to the room with difficulty.

Jiang He leaned on the bed with a distant look in his eyes.

He was now exhausted both physically and mentally, and the passion that had filled him at the beginning gradually cooled down.

An inexplicable chill rose from the bottom of my heart.

Can he really survive in this world?

Is it really possible to get their forgiveness?
He was afraid of pain and death, and falling into the hands of a seemingly harmless disciple would be a fate worse than death.

"rub!"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed made him break out in a cold sweat.

I thought it was the Dragon and Tiger Gang that was chasing us.

It turned out that he had unknowingly drawn the long sword from his waist, and the cold blade shone into his murderous eyes, making him feel a little nervous.

"what"

Jiang Yuanxia's panicked voice came from the door, and the basin in his hand fell to the ground.

She hurriedly picked up the basin from the ground, but her hands were so flustered that she lost her grip several times. She cried, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Yuan Xia was careless."

Jiang He was also stunned. He didn't expect her to come over and just happened to see what happened.

He took a long breath and sheathed his sword.

He wanted to get up and help Jiang Yuanxia, ​​but he moved his body slightly.

I immediately felt a heart-wrenching pain in my back and couldn't even stand up.

I could only comfort her: "It's okay."

Looking at Jiang Yuanxia's tender face and thin body, his voice couldn't help but become hoarse.

In just two days, he, who had lived in a peaceful society for more than twenty years, actually had the intention to kill several little girls.

Jiang He's eyes were fixed on his palm which was stained with his own blood.

"Master, let Yuan Xia give you a rub."

The little girl's weak voice came.

At some point, she filled a basin with hot water and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel dipped in the water.

Jiang He looked up and happened to meet Jiang Yuanxia's clear and innocent eyes.

At this moment, he was also a little flustered.

She searched her bosom thoroughly before pulling out the hairpin she had bought at the market today.

The wooden hairpin was as smooth as jade, yet it looked somewhat eerie in the bloody and rough palm.

"Ah, there's some blood on it, just let me wipe it off."

Jiang He smiled bitterly, and just as he was about to take back the hairpin, he accidentally touched the wound on his back, and he gasped in pain.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuanxia carefully took the hairpin and held it in the palm of her hand.

She stared at the hairpin in a daze, and a few streaks of blood seeped into the wooden body of the hairpin.

"Like it?"

".Yes! This is the first time that Master has given me a gift."

Jiang Yuanxia replied without hesitation, and quickly added,
"Of course, although Master never gave me any gifts before, he was also very nice, just a little strict."

Jiang He looked at the little girl's incoherent explanation, his little face turning red with nervousness.

I couldn't help but laugh, and the previous gloom dissipated a little.

"I wasn't good at all before, but Master is working hard to change."

"Master has always been so kind."

Jiang Yuanxia was inexplicably determined and insisted on wiping the blood off his body.

This girl, he closed his eyes and let Jiang Yuanxia treat his wounds.

She wiped it very carefully and gently, and it was obvious that she had helped her two junior sisters treat their wounds many times before.

The touch of the warm towel also made him feel a little warm inside.

After a long time, Jiang He fell into a deep sleep due to extreme fatigue.

Jiang Yuanxia put away the towel and stared at his sleeping face.

The abundant spiritual energy spontaneously flows through the meridians and repairs injuries.

After hesitating for a while, he finally left the room carefully.

"He didn't beat you to vent his anger, did he?"

Bai Minxin leaned against the wall and asked worriedly.

"Master, things are really different now than before."

"Senior sister, you are still too naive."

Bai Minxin reluctantly stepped forward, took her arm, and walked with her.

Jiang Yuanxia calmly moved the dagger in his sleeve to his bosom and smiled gently:
"I'm serious."

Master, you are not as cautious as before.
But, not yet.
(End of this chapter)