In a courtyard along the river, Xiao Qi changed his clothes alone in the house.

Ji Ran prepared her clothes as a typical women's dress, and Xiaoqi was wearing it a little bigger.

The clothes look old, and the plum blossom pattern on the hem of the skirt is slightly white and faded due to long-term washing, but the texture of the fabric is very good. It can be seen that the clothes have been properly preserved by Ji Ran.

"Are you okay?" Ji Ran's voice came from the outhouse.

"I'm still wiping my hair," Xiaoqi's voice was a little weak, "It will take a while."

There was a sound of a bowl placing outside, "I've cooked ginger soup, you can come out and drink some later."

"Thanks."

While Xiaoqi answered, he gently rubbed his hair, which was still dripping with the towel Ji Ran prepared for her.

It has been nearly half an hour since they got ashore.

I don’t know if it was her golden words or crow’s mouth. In the middle of the night, she pointed at Luoshui and said that if she went down the river, she would go home directly. In the middle of the night, when she dragged Ji Ran ashore, she realized that she had been washed back to the Dongshi River in Luoyang.

The familiar street scene almost immediately gave Xiaoqi the courage.

She dragged Ji Ran to a canopy near the river, which was almost the only dry place nearby.

At that time, Ji Ran's heartbeat and breathing were very weak, but Xiao Qi was familiar with water and first aid. After alternating cardiopulmonary resuscitation and artificial respiration, Ji Ran finally slowly opened his eyes.

In the pouring rain, the streets were empty. The two of them returned to the Jiran family in the rain. It was an ordinary courtyard. The house only had two rooms, the main hall and the inner room, and there was no special kitchen.

The pot and bowl stove that I wouldn't use once in a few months under the long eaves of the West Corner - probably Ji Ran doesn't usually go home for dinner.

At the moment when the fire broke out in the hall, the two finally relaxed like a disaster, and everything in front of them seemed to be a different life.

...

At this moment, Xiaoqi was wiping his hair while looking at Ji Ran's room curiously.

In this life, except for Feng Yishu and Feng Yuandao's house, this is the first time she stepped into another room of the opposite sex.

And a person's bedroom always inevitably hides some secrets of this person.

Xiaoqi looked around.

It's hard to believe this boy's room because everything was stored too neatly... so neat that it even seemed a little angry.

As big as cabinets and boxes that are taller than Xiaoqi, as small as paper and pen books on the table, everything is arranged according to some rules, and even the tablecloths on the table and the hanging corners coincide with the stripes on the cloth.

...It's probably a room that makes people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel extremely comfortable.

"Isn't it okay?" Ji Ran's voice came from outside again.

Because the room was too quiet, he began to worry if Xiaoqi had fainted inside.

Xiaoqi felt a little confused at Ji Ran's repeated urging and replied perfunctorily, "It's soon, it's soon."

When her hair was almost wiped, she threw the towel on the bed beside her.

Just as I was about to go out, I suddenly stopped and turned around

It feels...it seems something is wrong.

Soon, she discovered the source of this sense of incongruity.

The towel she threw away was hanging on Ji Ran's neatly folded quilt with a casual personality similar to her.

On the other hand, the wet clothes she had just changed were stacked in a rag-like shape, on the spotless ground on the side.

...There are also water stains all over the ground.

Xiaoqi's throat moved, and suddenly felt a little guilty for no reason.

It seemed as if in just a moment, every piece of furnishing in the room stared at me, and in unison issued an order to "tidy up the things and leave!".

So she picked up the towel she threw on the bed again, put it on the back of the chair next to her, and then took two steps back to see the effect.

Looking at it like this... it doesn't feel very comfortable.

Xiaoqi pondered for a while, then adjusted the angles on both sides a little, making the two ends of the towel symmetrical to each other as much as possible.

It seems to be a little...

Alas, it's almost done, just keep it here.

She walked to her wet clothes again, squatted down and rolled all the clothes into a ball, then used the replaced wet skirt as a bag, wrapped the whole wet clothes round, and finally tied a bow on it with a belt.

Although it looks a bit unspecified, the visual effect is much better than it was just now.

"Feng Qi?" Ji Ran urged outside again

"Here's here."

This time, Xiaoqi finally came out, but when she saw Ji Ran, she was a little surprised - the boy in front of her had recovered so much that she could not recognize her. She was obviously as purple as her lips and pale as before, but her face was as normal as she was, but her expression was still a little haggard.

But this may be because his hair is still wet against his cheeks, so it looks weaker than before.

There were two bowls on the table, one was empty and the other was filled with hot soup. In addition, there was a bunch of bandage cotton balls. In just a while, Ji Ran had disinfected and bandaged his trauma outside.

"Drink the ginger soup soon." He pushed the porcelain bowl in front of Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi took the bowl, but his eyes kept staring at Ji Ran.

Ji Ran frowned, "What are you doing when you keep staring at me?"

"How did you recover so quickly?" Xiaoqi asked softly, but as soon as she said that, she had an answer in her heart, "...Is this the difference between a monk and a mortal?"

"Yes." Ji Ran nodded, "My spiritual consciousness belongs to Fire. Fenglin Volcano, the spiritual consciousness of Fire and Wind are already relatively fragile among these four schools - but it is still much stronger than ordinary people."

"Fenglin Volcano..." Xiaoqi repeated these four words in a low voice, "I remember I seemed to have heard from my sister before."

"Young master's spiritual consciousness is also fire, your fifth brother should... belong to wind." Ji Ran said softly, "Wind and Fire monks like them are generally the main force of attack in the team; while monks from the mountain and forest are assisted, such as Masters of the Forbidden Dislike, Illusionist, Doctors, etc. However, the Feng family generally belongs to Fenghuo, and you should be too."

Xiaoqi held the porcelain bowl and listened, "Are there only these four?"

"No, there are six kinds." Ji Ran said softly, "It is as fast as the wind, its slow as the forest, its invasion is as fire, and its motion is as motionless as a mountain - these are the four most common types of spiritual consciousness.

"There are two kinds of spiritual consciousnesses in the future - it is difficult to know as Yin, and moving like thunder. It is just that the two spiritual consciousnesses of "Yin" and "Zhen". The late Tianshi Bai Wuji's spiritual consciousness belongs to "Zhen". However, for four hundred years, the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty was only one person."

"I see……"

"Do you feel better now?" Ji Ran asked, "If you have the strength, I'll send you back now."

Xiaoqi was a little embarrassed.

Looking at Lord Ji's clean looks, he would definitely not be able to get a carriage at this time. The so-called "send back" is probably hiking.

But the god of heaven saw that her arms and legs were sore that she almost lost her strength. She was forcibly supporting her body with a strong will - otherwise she would have been lying in Ji Ran's bed and fell asleep.

I don’t want to leave...but I can’t speak up and let others carry themselves back all the way.

Wait, can I open this mouth?

The only remaining reason still occupies the top - forget it, don't scare others.

"It's much better." After some consideration, Xiaoqi said softly.

Ji Ran stood up almost immediately, Xiao Qi was holding half a bowl of ginger soup in his hand, looking at him a little blankly, "Hey...what are you doing?"

This night of horror, Ji Ran's body was full of flesh and flesh, and most of the wounds were left behind when hitting the reefs in the river - Xiao Qi seemed to be in good condition now, and the smell of blood on his body was not serious, so there should be no serious injuries.

But her family is not as thick as herself. Even if she has a slight wound, she has to find someone to deal with it as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!