Chapter 22: Crowded

With the help of several outer disciples, Yunmeng's bed was quickly moved over.

The small bed made of peach wood was small and exquisite, and the bedding on it was embroidered with flowers, birds, insects and fish. Others could tell at a glance that it was a woman's bed.

Amid the laughter of the outer disciples, the bed was placed in the quiet room.

Yunmeng blushed and helped Qifeng to help Lin Mu lie on the bed.

Lin Mu was covered in dust and was dirty. As soon as he lay on it, he stained the bright bedding. Yunmeng didn't care at all, as if the bed belonged to someone else.

After settling Lin Mu down, Qi Feng smiled and said to Yun Meng, "I'm leaving him to you. You have to take good care of him."

Yun Meng lowered her head, her face red like a ripe apple, and said softly, "Yes."

Qi Feng pretended not to hear clearly, and said with a smile, "You said you don't want to? Oh, forget it, I'll find someone else."

A big and strong male disciple next to him also followed suit and said, "If you don't want to, let me do it."

Yun Meng hurriedly said, "Yes, yes."

Everyone laughed.

Qi Feng didn't want to tease her anymore, and smiled, "Then you take care of him here."

After that, he led the outer disciples out of Lin Mu's courtyard, and closed the door before leaving.

Yun Meng looked at the courtyard door tightly closed, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Originally, many people were noisy here, and she didn't think it was a big deal. Now she was the only one left here, but she felt uneasy and even a little embarrassed. Although Lin Mu was unconscious and lying on the bed motionless, she still felt embarrassed.

Lin Mu's clothes were already torn and his chest was seriously injured. Yun Meng wanted to change his clothes for him, but she was too embarrassed to change them for him after finally finding Lin Mu's clothes in the other two rooms.

After hesitating for a long time, she still didn't dare to do it.

She felt that Lin Mu's wounds could not be touched, otherwise it would definitely be very painful.

Wait until his injuries are stable before changing. She thought so.

Yun Meng went to the yard to get a basin of clean water, soaked her silk handkerchief with water, and carefully wiped the dust off Lin Mu's face.

After washing the dust off his face, Lin Mu's handsome face appeared clearly in front of her.

A blush appeared on her face again, and her cheeks were flushed.

After washing Lin Mu, she wanted to clean Lin Mu's rooms again, but after she picked up the broom, she found that Lin Mu's room was clean and tidy, spotless, and completely different from the residences of other male disciples. She had to put down the broom.

Coming to the bed, Yun Meng secretly looked at Lin Mu, and the green jade pendant around his neck attracted her attention.

Yun Meng gently picked up the jade pendant, looked at it for a moment, and found that it was just an ordinary jade pendant.

She gently put the jade pendant down.

...

At dawn, Lin Mu woke up from his sleep.

Pains came from his chest, reminding him how dangerous the fierce battle yesterday was.

He couldn't help but feel a little scared, he almost never saw his parents again.

At this time, he realized that it was the effect of the "Geng Jin Jue" yesterday. Otherwise, he wouldn't be lying peacefully on the bed at this moment.

On the bed? He was suddenly startled.

There has never been a bed in his residence, and he just sleeps casually.

Where is this? He looked around and found that this was clearly his residence, in the quiet room.

Lin Mu hurriedly checked his neck and found that the jade pendant was still there, and he was relieved.

Just as he relaxed, Lin Mu suddenly became nervous again. He noticed that he was lying on a beautifully crafted mahogany bed, and the bedding under him was still emitting bursts of fragrance.

This is a woman's bed!

Damn it!

He was actually saved by a woman, which was a big problem.

He only wanted to build his foundation now, and he had no interest in women. The life-and-death battle with Ma Huayuan made him even more eager for strength. The feeling of impending death at that moment made him shudder, and he didn't want to repeat such an experience again.

Lin Mu was thinking wildly in his mind, his mind was a mess, and he almost forgot the pain in his chest.

Before he could think of a countermeasure, the door of the quiet room creaked and was gently pushed open from the outside.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl came in with a bowl of steaming porridge. When she saw Lin Mu wake up, she panicked and almost couldn't hold the bowl in her hand, so she held it tightly in her hands.

Lin Mu saw that it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, and he felt relieved. It turned out that he was overthinking.

Yunmeng came to the bed with porridge and said with a smile: "Brother, this is the porridge I made for you. Drink it while it's hot."

Lin Mu endured the pain and reached out to take the porridge. His face was twitching with laughter: "Thank you, who is Junior Sister?"

Yun Meng smiled sweetly: "I am Yun Meng. Seeing that Brother was seriously injured and no one was taking care of him, I volunteered to come."

Lin Mu smiled painfully: "Then I'll trouble Junior Sister."

Yun Meng saw that he smiled very unnaturally and his face was full of pain, and smiled: "Brother, let me feed you."

Lin Mu raised his arm, felt the pain in his chest, put down his hand, and smiled helplessly: "Thank you Junior Sister."

Yun Meng fed Lin Mu porridge spoonful by spoonful. The fragrant millet porridge was delicious.

Lin Mu's heart was warmed and he almost burst into tears. He suddenly remembered that when he left home, his mother cooked a bowl of porridge for him. In that famine era, a bowl of porridge was the family's food for two days. His father and mother watched him finish the porridge with a smile, and then sent him to Qianyu Sword Gate.

Since he came to Qianyu Sword Gate, he has never experienced this feeling again. What he suffered was the ridicule and even oppression of everyone. He lived cautiously every day, practicing wholeheartedly, never had fun, and had only boundless loneliness and a cold heart.

This bowl of millet porridge brought out Lin Mu's bitterness, and he couldn't help but shed big tears and flowed into the steaming millet porridge.

Yunmeng panicked for a moment. She didn't understand what she had done wrong. With mist in her eyes, she asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is this porridge not tasty?"

Lin Mu stopped crying: "The porridge is delicious. It reminds me of some sad memories. Please don't be offended, Junior Sister."

Yunmeng wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled: "Brother, don't think too much. Just focus on healing first."

Lin Mu nodded: "Yeah." He drank the porridge silently and said nothing more.

After drinking a bowl, Lin Mu asked: "Any more?"

Yunmeng smiled and said: "Yes, I'll serve you more."

Lin Mu drank three bowls in a row. Yunmeng smiled and watched Lin Mu finish drinking, with a satisfied look on her face. In fact, she herself had not had a drop of water since yesterday, but she had obviously forgotten this.

After dinner, Yunmeng went to wash the dishes. Lin Mu lay on the bed, his mind full of thoughts.

Bursts of knocks on the door came from outside the courtyard, waking Lin Mu up.

Yunmeng hurried to open the door and found that it was the disciples from yesterday.

Seeing Yunmeng come out to open the door, they all smiled and said, "Brother Lin Mu has already gotten up."

Yunmeng blushed, turned around, let them in, and whispered, "He has already gotten up."

The outer disciples went straight to the quiet room and found that Lin Mu had indeed woken up and was sitting on the bed looking at them.

The disciples greeted him one after another: "Brother, you are up. How do you feel today?"

Lin Mu slightly raised his body and smiled: "Much better. You will be healed after resting for a while. Thank you for coming to visit."

"No, no."

"It's my duty, it's my duty."

...

Everyone agreed, and someone even advised Lin Mu: "Brother, don't move. You are injured. You don't have to be so polite."

Lin Mu no longer insisted, and lay on the bed at ease, chatting with the disciples.

Everyone was afraid of disturbing Lin Mu's rest, so after chatting for a while, they said goodbye one after another, and before leaving, they quietly left the gifts they brought.

Some people brought supplements, some brought clothes, and some brought a bottle of Qinghuo Dan!

Although the Qinghuo Pill is only of the first grade, there are not many of them, so it is considered rare. Lin Mu was deeply moved and sighed that he was now well-known in the sect.

Less than half an hour after this group of people left, another group of people came to visit.

Lin Mu smiled and greeted them warmly.

They left gifts before leaving.

For a whole day, six groups of people came to visit.

During this period, Gu Chen and Zhang Ruoxu also came to comfort Lin Mu, and then left in a hurry.

Later, Lin Mu felt that the smile on his face froze and his face was sore. He smiled more times throughout the day than before.

But among so many smiles, few were real, and most of them were perfunctory.

The disciples who came to visit also knew it well, but they knew it in their hearts and didn't say it.

Lin Mu deeply understood that so many people came to visit because he was the one who survived.

If he was the one who died unfortunately, no one would care about him at this moment.

Everything is so cruel, people only compliment the winners, and the losers are destined to be ignored.

This is the law of survival in the world of cultivation.