A woman of unknown origin should have been placed in a Shantang. By the way, Yuan Qinzhe actually took Yantong to his yard.

Half of Jingtong's body was stained with blood. Yuan Qinzhi called a female disciple to help Jingtong wash and change clothes, while he carefully boiled medicine in front of the small mud stove in the yard.

With a "bang", the gate of Yuan Qin's courtyard was pushed open by Yuan Atractylodes.

Guangbai followed Yuan Atractylodes, carrying a large basket of pomegranates. He finally relaxed when he saw Yuan Qin's nervous expression in the yard.

Yuan Atractylodes' white clothes were covered with mud, and a corner of the clothes was scratched. Yuan Atractylodes said angrily: "Brother, I'm going to wait under the pomegranate tree, why are you back by yourself?"

Only then did Yuan Qinzhi remember that Yuan Atractylodes had been thrown on the mountain by him, and he couldn't help but feel a little apologized. Seeing Yuan Atractylodes's appearance seemed to have looked for him on the mountain for a while.

Guangbai said gently: "Young Master, you're fine. But what did you meet?"

Yuan Cangshu was about to answer, and the female disciple who was washing Jingtong walked out of the room, holding the soul-fighting bell in his hand: "Young Master, I have washed up for the girl and found this in her body."

Yuan Qinzhe took the transition soul bell from his female disciple and murmured: "Gong? This word is so special."

Yuan Atractylodes looked into the yard: "What woman?"

Guangbai also looked at Yuan Qinzhi for a moment.

Yuan Qinzhi said in embarrassment: "I saw a woman on the mountain who was very ill, so I brought her back first. There was an emergency and I didn't have time to notify you."

Yuan Cangshu frowned and said, "Brother, why did you bring people to your yard casually?"

"She is alone and it is not convenient to live in a good hall."

Yuan Cangshu sarcastically said, "Are there fewer women living in the Good Hall?"

Guangbai said softly: "Second Young Master, the eldest young master must have his own reasons for doing this."

Yuan Atractylodes was still a little annoyed and turned around and walked out of the yard.

"Atractylodes." Yuan Qinqian said helplessly.

But Yuan Atractylodes had no intention of stopping and walked out straight.

Guangbai looked at Yuan Qinzhi and wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, he didn't say anything, turned around and walked out after Yuan Cangshu.

Yuan Qinqiu shook his head helplessly, poured the boiled medicine into a bowl and said to the female disciple: "I'm lucky to be in trouble today, I'll take care of the rest myself."

Yuan Qin walked into the room, afraid of waking Yan Tong up, deliberately let his steps lighter. When he turned around, he saw that Yan Tong had already sat up on the bed, Yuan Qin's hand was so scared that he shook slightly.

Jing Tong's ink hair was draped behind her, and she was dragged on the ground from the bed.

Jentong was petite, sitting barefoot on the bed, curled up with her knees, and half of her face showed her arms: "Who are you?"

Yuan Qinshi was stunned. When Yan Tong almost accidentally injured herself in the mountains, Yuan Qinshi reported herself to her house, but it seemed that Yan Tong didn't remember it at all.

Yuan Qinzhe put the medicine bowl on the table and said softly: "Miss, don't be afraid. I found you injured on the mountain and brought you back."

A pair of eyes were exposed in the bend of Yantong's arms, and the thick black and dense eye feathers looked like two fans: "Who are you?"

Yuan Qinshi said softly: "I am the young master of Xuanyue Temple. The girl just cares about recuperating her wounds here. After taking her wounds healed, I will send her back."

"Go back?" A look of confusion appeared in Yantong's eyes: "Where to go back?"

Yuan Qinzhi laughed in silence: "Of course I'm going back to the girl's own home."

"My home?" Jeong frowned and said, "Where is my home?"

Yuan Qinzhi was stunned and tried to ask, "Does the girl remember?"

Jingtong frowned slightly and shook her head blankly.

Yuan Qinzhe asked again: "How dare you ask the girl what to call her?"

Jingtong shook her head again.

Yuan Qinzhe sent the soul-flying bell in his hand: "So can the girl recognize this? This was found on the girl when the female disciple helped her wash her."

Jingtong took the soul-transferring bell. As soon as she touched the soul-transferring bell, a pure fire spirit stream suddenly poured into the soul-transferring bell. Jingtong screamed and threw the soul-transferring bell out, as if she was very scared: "I don't remember, I don't recognize it!"

Yuan Qinzhe picked up the soul-crossing bell from the ground and put it away: "Don't be afraid of girls, it seems that girls are also immortals. If you understand some medical skills, you will definitely cure the girl."

Yuan Qinzi raised his chair and sat opposite Jeong Tong: "Girl, can you ask me to take a pulse for you?"

Jingtong obediently stretched out her hand.

Yantong's thin wrists were as smooth and delicate as milk. Yuan Qinzhe put two fingers on Yantong's wrists and was surprised for a moment.

Just now, Yan Tong was covered in wounds and was seriously ill. Now she looks very well-behaved.

Yuan Qinzhe said with a gentle voice: "Girl, what do you feel uncomfortable?"

Jentong shook her head.

Jingtong could not remember anything. It would make no sense to ask any questions. Yuan Qinshi said softly: "What do girls like to eat? Let the kitchen make it for the girls."

Jingtong smiled sweetly: "Everything is good."

Although Jingtong had a smile on her lips, her eyes were very disappointed.

This expression fell into Yuan Qinshi's eyes, which made Yuan Qinshi feel particularly distressed. Yuan Qinshi took the cloak and put it on Yan Tong's shoulder: "Girls, don't be afraid. This is the courtyard in the lower courtyard, and there are few people coming here. If a girl wants to get up and walk around, she can walk around at will. She lives in the side hall next to her."

Yantong closed her cloak and whispered: "Thank you."

Yuan Qinzhe stood up and said, "Then go and prepare some light food for the girl. It's late at night, and the food is too salty to be afraid that the girl will not sleep well at night."

After saying that, Yuan Qinzhe walked out of the house.

Yuan Qinzhe practiced medicine for many years and knew that when facing a patient like Yan Tong, she would rather let her be quiet by herself. He told his disciples to prepare some porridge and side dishes and went to the study to read the medical books.

Bai Luo also followed Yuan Qinzhi to the study room.

Although Bai Luo really wanted to see Jingtong's situation, this was Yuan Qinshi's memory, and she could only follow Yuan Qinshi's memory.

I don’t know what happened to Jeongtong at this time.

But judging from the situation mentioned by Yuan Cangshu, Jeong seemed to have lived in Xuanyue Temple like an ordinary girl during the period of time, and nothing big happened.

Bai Luo picked up a medical book from the bookshelf and read it casually.

Whether it is God or man, it is always difficult to explain the issue of amnesia.

But Jingtong is the god of the four sides, how could it be so easy for her to lose her memory?

Many people suffer from severe damage and their Tianhun is damaged, but judging by the appearance of Yantong, their injuries are far from being hurt to the point where they hurt their Tianhun.

Bai Luo looked back at Yuan Qinzhi.

Yuan Qinqin was the note that Bai Luo had read. He turned the note to the last page and held the pen for a long time without falling.

Later on, the one who painted Yantong was painted on this page.

Thirty-five years ago, the memory of the mountain god was sealed, and Jeong Tong also lost her memory. What happened before Jeong Tong appeared in the Xuanyue Temple?

Bai Luo looked at Yuan Qinqiu who was like a certain pen, and suddenly hated Yuan Qinqiu's temperament, gentle and elegant, and did not like to dig into the bottom line.
Chapter completed!