Quick travel: The host stabbed himself when he became ruthless

Chapter 127 Give Medicine to the Disciple

"Master, please turn your back on your back!" He Jiayu said with a slightly embarrassed face.

"Why?" Mingyue Jiao asked puzzled.

"Because the disciple wants to take off his clothes and put on medicine."

"Take off your clothes, it's okay, I won't affect you if I stand here."

At this moment, He Jiayu's handsome face, which was pretending to be calm, had a tendency to crack.

"Master, it is disrespectful for a disciple to change clothes in front of you at will!"

"No, I don't think there is any disrespect, stop moaning, and take the medicine quickly!" Ming Yuejiao urged.

It never occurred to He Jiayu that his master no longer tortured his body, but began to torture his spirit.

Seeing that He Jiayu had been stalemate and refused to apply the medicine, Ming Yuejiao had no choice but to turn around obediently and said.

"Okay, now you can always apply the medicine, it's all hurt so badly, and there are still many requests."

Glancing at Ming Yuejiao's back, He Jiayu endured her shame and began to unbutton her robe.

When he lowered his head and was halfway through taking the medicine, he suddenly felt a very strong gaze fall on him.

Looking up, he bumped into a pair of cold eyes.

In an instant, He Jiayu asked with his body slightly stiff.

"Master, didn't you turn around? Why did you turn around again?"

Ming Yuejiao swept He Jiayu's strong and well-proportioned body up and down, and said.

"Oh, it just occurred to me that you also have injuries on your back. It might not be convenient for you to apply it alone, so I wanted to ask if you want me to help you!"

"Master can turn his back to me and ask, it's not like I can't hear you." He Jiayu said politely.

"No!" Ming Yuejiao shook her head seriously and said.

"It's impolite, you have to look at people when you speak."

At this moment, He Jiayu really wanted to shout to Ming Yuejiao.

"Isn't it polite for you to be so unabashed and stare straight at my naked appearance?"

But still considering Ming Yuejiao's status as his master, he resisted and didn't say it.

He forced a stiff but polite smile on his face and said, "Thank you, Master, for caring about me. I can handle the injury on my back by myself, so there is no need to trouble Master!"

"What's the trouble with this? It's a matter of convenience. Don't be brave. No matter how long your hands are, you won't know where the wound is if you can't see it with your eyes!"

Looking at the woman approaching him in front of him, He Jiayu's breathing became much faster, with an angry and ashamed look on his face.

Why is this woman so shameless?

The cool ointment was mixed with the residual warmth of the fingertips, and applied on the skin on the back, it made He Jiayu's irritated scalp tingle and aroused goose bumps all over his body.

The skin on her body was also slowly covered with a layer of light pink, and Ming Yuejiao poked He Jiayu's back with her finger very curiously.

He smiled as if he had discovered something novel, "Little disciple, your skin can change color, it's pink, it's so pretty."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Jiayu's skin turned even redder.

After tormentingly waiting for Mingyuejiao to help her with the medicine, He Jiayu hurriedly put on her clothes, pretending to be calm and avoiding Mingyuejiao's sight.

"Thank you Master for giving the medicine to the disciple!"

"You're welcome, it's all trivial!"

Then Ming Yuejiao handed the Immortal Questioning Sword to He Jiayu and said.

"Since this Immortal Asking Sword has recognized you as the master, you can take it, but I don't know how powerful this Immortal Asking Sword is."

Seeing Mingyue's delicate and beautiful face, He Jiayu was really curious, and He Jiayu tried to put what happened just behind him and said.

"Since the master is so curious, the disciple will try to show you after he leaves the secret room."

"Okay!"

Ming Yuejiao followed He Jiayu out of the secret room and came to a room with very simple furniture.

It's just a bed, a table, two chairs, and a futon on the floor.
Judging by the old and damaged appearance of the mat, it should be caused by someone sitting cross-legged on it every day.

You don't need to guess, it must be the room of the original owner's madman. After all, there is not even a quilt on the bed, so you can tell it's just a decoration.

There was only an old teacup on the table. I didn't expect that the original owner, Nascent Soul Daoist, lived a rather simple life.

"Master, let's go out and try asking about the Immortal Sword!" He Jiayu said aloud.

"Okay!" Mingyue Jiao smiled and walked out of the room, looking at the barren scene in front of her, her head couldn't react and asked.

"Teacher, is this... Duanqing Peak?"

"Master, doesn't Master know that this is Duanqing Peak?" He Jiayu asked Ming Yuejiao with dark eyes.

"I know, I know, even after looking at it for so long, I still can't get used to the appearance of the whole mountain being bare." Mingyue Jiao laughed.

"Didn't Master say that Duanqing Peak should have the appearance of Duanqing Peak? No living things are allowed on the entire mountain, not even flowers and trees."

"Hey, I also said that to hide the secret of Wen Xianjian." Ming Yuejiao said helplessly.

"After all, the Immortal Wen Sword is a peerless artifact. Before recognizing its owner, it needs to absorb a lot of spiritual power to raise the sword. Even if Duanqing Peak is planted with spiritual grass and spiritual plants, it will not be able to support it."

"Rather than letting people discover the clues, it's better not to plant them at the beginning, so that now we can ask the fairy sword to recognize the master, and finally we can plant flowers and trees in Duanqing Peak."

Although Ming Yuejiao had a smile on her face, she had already scolded Dudu bloody in her heart.

I just know that I can't believe the nonsense of that stupid pig. Is there any difference between such a bad living environment and poverty?

Sure enough, He Jiayu immediately heard He Jiayu say respectfully.

"Since Master likes it, I will do more tasks from tomorrow, earn spirit stones and buy some spirit points to plant."

Ming Yuejiao asked with a glimmer of hope, "Jiayu, are we poor in Duanfeng Mountain?"

"Ah!" He Jiayu said in a bit of a dilemma.

"All the expenses of each of our peaks are earned by the peak masters and disciples of each peak. The master usually relies on the subsidy of the fairy gate, so life can be lived."

Ming Yuejiao already understood in her heart that it was not because the original owner lived a simple life, but because she really had no money.

"In order to keep the secret of Wenxianjian, I never dared to leave Duanqing Peak easily."

"Now that Wen Xianjian recognizes you as the master, you should practice hard at Duanqing Peak and make money as a teacher alone."

Hearing Ming Yuejiao's words, He Jiayu looked at her carefully, even though he had no choice but to treat him like that before.

But now this appearance is very different from before.

It suddenly occurred to him that before he fell into a coma, when his cultivation level broke through, he exhausted the true qi in his body and transformed into sword qi, piercing the abdomen of the woman in front of him with a sword.

Moving his eyes to Ming Yuejiao's abdomen, he saw a hole in the clothes, revealing a white and delicate belly.

He Jiayu's eyes tightened, as if his heart was scalded by something, he quickly moved his gaze to one side, and asked tentatively.

"I remember that I accidentally injured Master by mistake when I was in the secret room. I don't know how the master's injury is now?"

(End of this chapter)