"What grand-martial uncle is talking about, is it … a Mystic Art?"
"Food."
"Food? Could it be an unknown heavenly treasure? "
"No." Yu Yan frowned. Could it be that he had never heard of it before? "Usually, it's for people who lack vital energy."
The corner of Zi Mo's lips twitched. "Could it be that grand-martial uncle is talking about the water made from brown sugar after it melts?"
Yu Yan pondered for a moment, and nodded. So it only had to be melted. "Do you have brown sugar here?"
"N … I don't." Zi Mo coughed a few times, before regaining his senses. Just why was grand-martial uncle looking for this in the middle of the night? "However, if grand-martial uncle has an urgent need for it, this disciple can order it to be delivered to grand-martial uncle tomorrow."
"Mn." Yu Yan's face still carried a cold expression. He slightly nodded, agreeing to the other party's suggestion, and satisfyingly turned and left. Just as he took a few steps, he recalled something, and once again turned back. With a serious look, he asked. "Tell me, other than drinking brown sugar water during a woman's period, what else should I pay attention to?"
"Ah!?" Zi Mo's legs tripped, and he almost fell. He … He didn't hear wrongly, right? Woman's period!? "Grand … grand-martial uncle … grand-martial uncle, you … you're asking about this?"
"You don't know either?" Yu Yan slightly narrowed his eyes, and indifferently glanced at him. His expression did not change, but his expression clearly said: To think that you even took in so many disciples.
Zi Mo simply felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He had no choice but to harden his scalp and reply. "This … This disciple did not study it in depth, but … I heard that during that period of time, women must not be overly tired, and they must not stick anything cold."
Yu Yan nodded, and silently noted it down. After pondering for a moment, he continued to ask with a serious tone. "Then, what kind of material should be used for a menstrual band?" When his disciple received the menstrual band made of muslin, her expression was strange, most likely, she was not satisfied with the material.
"…" Had grand-martial uncle's body been taken over by someone today? Why did he have to ask a man like him about the private matters between women? "This … This disciple feels that, most probably, it needs … a fabric that's good at absorbing water, like Fresh Muslin."
"Fresh Muslin?" Yu Yan was startled. That seemed to be woven from the silk spat out by a low-ranked Spiritual Silkworm, and he really did not have it. Hence, he turned his head and silently stared at Zi Mo, who had been wiping off his cold sweat the entire time.
"…" Zi Mo trembled from her stare. Left with no choice, he took out his storage pouch and silently pulled out a pile of white cloths. "This disciple does have a few more bolts here. If senior-martial granduncle doesn't mind, you can choose any of them …"
"En!" Yu Yan nodded. Without waiting for him to finish, with a wave of his hand, Yu Yan kept all of the fabrics into his own storage ring.
Zi Mo who was still holding onto the storage pouch: "…"
He didn't say that he would give them all. Martial Granduncle was too generous. He rubbed his hands in distress, but in the end, he was too embarrassed to ask for it back.
"Martial Granduncle, why are you asking about these things?" If someone were to say that this person, who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, had suddenly become interested in the affairs of women, no one would believe it.
The disciple replied indifferently. "My disciple is having her period. I'll take care of her."
'Oh, so it's my new Martial Uncle.'
No! Could something like this be taken care of as well?
"Martial … Martial Granduncle, little martial uncle … is a woman!"
Yu Yan coldly swept a glance at him. Isn't this obvious?
Zi Mo's heart squeezed, as he hesitated on how to let his martial granduncle understand the fact that men and women were different. "This disciple is saying, you're 'so' concerned about little martial uncle … Is … Is she alright?"
Yu Yan frowned, and replied. "She fainted."
"…"
"She's just suffering from a loss of vital energy and blood. She's fine." He had already fed her medicine, and cast a Mystic Art to reduce her pain. He was still confident in his own Mystic Arts.
"…" He wasn't talking about this. "Senior-martial uncle, do you know that menstruation … Ahem, what does it mean to a woman?"
Yu Yan brushed his sleeves indifferently. Since he had obtained the item, it was time for him to return.
Zi Mo continued. "In the mortal realm, women are usually eleven or twelve years old. Before they reach the age of fifteen, they will have … Ahem, this means that when a woman reaches adulthood, she can …" Marry.
"Rest early." Before he could even finish, Yu Yan, who could no longer wait to return, flashed, and disappeared without a trace just like how he came.
Zi Mo who was talking about the main point: "…"
Stroking his own storage pouch, his heart ached even more.
Senior-martial uncle came over in the middle of the night, just to scam his Fresh Yusha? Although the Fresh Yusha was not an especially precious cloth, it was not something a regular person could afford to wear. Furthermore, due to its strong water absorption and defensive capabilities, there were often people who used it to refine it into water-type weapons. Using a cloth like this to make menstrual bands, that was a little too ridiculous. More importantly, senior-martial uncle had taken away all of his stock, and did not even leave a small piece for him.
Zi Mo sighed in pain. After all, he was his senior-martial uncle, so he had no choice but to accept it. Just as he was feeling down, he saw a piece of white cloth that was currently flashing with a gentle light at the head of the bed, as though moonlight was pouring down on it. It should have been left behind by senior-martial uncle. Zi Mo picked it up to take a look, and he was so shocked that even his hands began to tremble a little.
This, this, this … This was Mystic Gauze! The Mystic Gauze that the Sharkmen of the Southern Sea wore. This was a rare treasure in the world, and it could be refined into a defensive-type high-ranked Spiritual Treasure. Its preciousness corresponded with the ferocity of the Sharkmen. Sharkmen were born as eighth-rank demonic beasts, which was equivalent to a Nascent Soul practitioner. Furthermore, they usually appeared in groups, and normal people did not dare to provoke them. The Sharkmen would only weave a single piece of yarn in their entire lives, and they viewed it as their own lives. In other words, if one wanted to obtain a piece of yarn, one must be prepared to fight to the death with the Sharkmen.
And right now, he had such a piece in his hands. Zi Mo beamed as he caressed this piece of Mystic Gauze. Earlier, the heartache he felt from losing the Fresh Yusha, was instantly replaced by a huge sense of satisfaction. He wished that he could give senior-martial uncle another few hundred pieces.
However, when he thought of what he was going to do with that cloth, his emotions began to change.
Wait a minute, senior-martial uncle used the Mystic Gauze to exchange with me because he did not have any Fresh Yusha. In other words, he only had the Mystic Gauze with him, then the material used to make the menstrual band was …
Zi Mo instantly felt unwell.
This Zi Mo sank into a deep dilemma. On the other side, Yu Yan had already returned to Jade Forest Mountain, and was preparing to "sew" the menstrual band at night. He glanced at his disciple's direction. The room was pitch black, and it seemed like he had already fallen asleep. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and worriedly pushed open the door.
This disciple of his was simply too weak, and the key point was that her brain was not too bright either. She was in so much pain during the day, yet, she was still unwilling to explain the reason to him. Not only was she weak, she was also stupid. If he did not keep a closer eye on her, he was really worried that one day, she would die from her own stupidity.
Inside the room, Zhu Yao had already fallen asleep. Yu Yan reached out his hand to check her pulse. Her pulse was much steadier and stronger than it was during the day, and it seemed like it would no longer hurt in the future. He heaved a sigh of relief, and once again glanced at his silly disciple who was curled up into a ball under the blanket.
Suddenly, he recalled Zi Mo's words. He said that women should not catch a cold during special periods. After pondering for a moment, he silently pulled out another blanket and covered it over her. Mortals would catch a cold more easily, right?
After looking at it again, he still felt that it was inappropriate. Not knowing if one blanket was enough, he silently pulled out another blanket and covered it over her.
After looking at it again, he still felt that it was inappropriate. He, Yu Yan, was not a petty person either, hence, he pulled out a third blanket.
After looking at it again, he pulled out a fourth …
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