Sovereign Yu Yan, who was known as the number one in the cultivation world, had not been injured for several tens of thousands of years. It should be said, it had already been several tens of thousands of years since someone dared to make a move on him. Those who dared to make a move against him were either dead or had ascended. Of all things, he was beaten up yesterday morning. And the person who dared to make a move against him was the precious disciple he had waited ten thousand years for. A solid slap landed on his left cheek. His face was fine, but his disciple's hand was swollen.
Yu Yan was puzzled. He merely wanted to take a look at his stupid disciple's injuries, why did she have such a huge reaction? Not only did he refuse to show it to him, he even fought with him? He had to admit that he was a little frightened by his disciple's shrill scream. He could only settle for the next best thing and leave behind some medicine to stop the bleeding.
He had to think carefully about what had happened to his disciple. Although he had always known that his disciple was not very smart, this was the first time he had such an intense reaction. And that word of "* *", could it be referring to him?
Ever since he was young, he grew up in the Jade Forest Mountain, and the number of people he came into contact with was very limited. Yet, when he was young, he would often travel around the outside world. However, since it had been a long time, most of the time, he would stay in the Jade Forest Mountain to wait for disciples with Lightning Spirit Veins. Therefore, he knew very little about the mundane affairs of the outside world. What does "* * *" mean? Master had never taught him that!
In order to protect his own master's prestige, and to find out the reason behind his disciple's abnormal behavior, Sovereign Yu Yan who had secluded himself for tens of thousands of years decided to make a trip to the human realm.
After spending a whole day flying all over the world, he conducted field investigations in the spirit of learning (of course, he used the Art of Invisibility). Only then did he realize that his disciple was not injured, but a normal phenomenon for women, commonly known as "water" in the mortal world.
Yu Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and finally, he could relax. It was good that he was not injured. But a new problem arose. Why didn't his disciple let him see it? Since it was a normal phenomenon, why did it have to be hidden? Was he afraid of being punished? But he had never reprimanded her. No matter what, Yu Yan could not understand his little disciple's thoughts. In the end, he could only conclude that his disciple was really stupid. (--)
After understanding a few things to take note of, Yu Yan left the mortal realm, and hurriedly rushed back. Just as he walked into the room, he smelled the thick and suffocating stench of blood. Yu Yan frowned even deeper. He casually cast a wind-type Mystic Art, and only then did the stench of blood lighten a little.
His stupid disciple had already fainted from the pain on the blood-stained bed. Yu Yan walked closer, and used the Dirt Removal Art to remove the bloodstains on her body and on the bed. Supporting the person on the bed, he took out a bottle of Blood Nourishing Pellets and fed them to her. Seeing that her furrowed brows finally relaxed a little, he finally felt relieved. He helped her lie down and covered her with the quilt.
After taking a look, he took out a thousand-year-old ice silk from his storage ring and turned it into a blanket to cover his disciple. After making sure that she wouldn't catch a cold, he waved his hand and lit the oil lamp. Then, he silently took out another bundle of glowing white cloth and a pair of scissors.
When Zhu Yao woke up, for a moment, she thought that the days she spent in the cultivation world were just a dream. Because she seemed to have returned home. In front of her seemed to be her family's wooden square table that had been used for many years. Below the table were four wooden stools, and her diligent mother was currently sewing and mending on the stools.
Eh, wait a minute, when did her mother turn into a man? And she was even wearing a strange white robe.
"Mas … Master!" She finally recognized the person in front of her who was currently threading the needle. For a moment, she could not control herself, and her chin was once again in danger of dropping.
The hands of the person in front of her paused, and he calmly looked at her. "You're awake."
Then, his fingers moved, and he nimbly tied a knot, biting off the end of the thread. His movements were clean and efficient, and he was even more skilled than her mother.
"Master … You … You …" Heavens, what did she just see? Her master actually knew how to do needlework. Master, please tell me, just what other skills have you not learned yet!?
Yu Yan did not seem to have noticed her astonishment, as he calmly kept the needle and thread into his storage ring. He tidied up the dozens of rectangular strips of cloth on the table, and then, walked over. Reaching out his hand, he felt Zhu Yao's pulse, and asked. "Is your body feeling better?"
"Yes … Yes!" Zhu Yao was still in a state of shock. Only after his reminder did she realize that her aunt, which caused her to faint from the pain, had already eased by a lot, though it was still surging violently. She unknowingly backed away a little.
This time, Yu Yan did not mind her actions, as he passed all the needlework products in his hands to her.
Zhu Yao curiously received it. The cloth strips were soft and slippery, and they felt really good to the touch. Furthermore, they were unbelievably light, and with a single glance, she could tell that they were not ordinary goods. Furthermore, the workmanship was extremely meticulous as well. Clearly, there were stitches all around, yet, she could not find any gaps between the ends of the threads at all. It could be seen that the workmanship was exquisite.
"What kind of cloth is this?" It looked really expensive.
"The gauze of the Southern Sea's Sharkmen." Yu Yan said without a care. "Your master currently only has this kind of cloth on hand. You can use it for now. If you don't like it, I will help you find some better ones tomorrow."
"For me? What's it for? "Zhu Yao pulled the cloth strip. It's so small, is it used as a handkerchief?
Yu Yan once again gave her a 'why is my disciple so stupid' expression, and then said. "Menstruation belt."
Zhu Yao's hands trembled, and she had almost fallen off the bed.
Menstruation belt!
Menstruation belt!
He sewed and patched on the bench for half a day, just to make menstruation belt for her!!!!
Yu Yan completely did not notice his disciple, who was already close to being petrified, as he continued to patiently explain.
"Don't worry, I have done my research. A woman's menstruation period is at most five to six days. These should be enough for you to last through this month. If it's not enough, I will just make more for you. "
"A woman's body will be fatigued and weak during this period of time. There's no rush in cultivating."
"If there's any inconvenience, you can tell your master directly. I will not blame you."
"As for the brown sugar water you mentioned, I will boil it for you tomorrow."
"Have a good rest today. Your master will come and see you tomorrow."
After saying that, he nimbly stood up and left.
A certain person, whose hands were stuffed full of menstruation belts, was still in a petrified state. She did not regain her senses for a long time, and her heart was already in a mess.
Is … Is master really alright?
My master's brain isn't normal, what should I do? Urgent request, waiting online!
Yu Yan had never been a master before, this was his first time. His own master had already ascended when he formed his Azoth Core. Too much time had passed, and the details of how he interacted with his master and disciple had long become blurry. Hence, he had completely no experience in how to bring up disciples. He was a pure newbie, and adding that his disciple was still a little stupid, this made him even more worried.
Hence, he decided to learn from his grand-martial nephew, who had plenty of experience in bringing up disciples.
Hence, the Sect Master of Ancient Hill Sect, Reverend Zi Dan, after handling a day of heavy sect affairs, just when he was about to take a nap, he was startled awake by Sovereign Yu Yan who suddenly appeared in his room. The number of times this person had left Jade Forest Mountain in the past ten thousand years could be counted with ten fingers, was actually personally visiting his room. Could it be that he wanted to give him a few pointers? Reverend Zi Dan was excited. Just as he was about to express his reverence towards this grand-martial uncle of his, his grand-martial uncle threw him a strange question.
How to boil the brown sugar water?
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