Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Wu Cheng wondered if Feng Yangye had heard rumors that he possessed the secret art of the Demon Lord, and wanted to capture him back to the sect to seize the treasure, but he had no choice at the time, and he was still suspicious after entering the sect with this person. , although he lives in seclusion, he has heard of Feng Yangye's name, he assumed the next sect at the age of six hundred. It must also need some kind of miraculous skills, right?Cultivating immortals and cultivating demons is no different to Wucheng. He feels that the hearts of these immortals should be the same. These people are just a group of pious, white-skinned and black-hearted wolves. how?

But Feng Yangye didn't... This immortal cultivator doesn't seem to ask for anything, and treats him like a real brother. Except for the secret method that can only be cultivated by the head of the sect, he only needs to talk to Feng Yangye about everything in the entire sect. Xianxiu is not as elegant as it is said on the outside, but more like a lazy and naughty brother who tried his best to treat him well and take care of him. Someone in the sect secretly talked about his life experience. Xiu would secretly teach them a lesson, not wanting the elders to think that he was playing tricks on his weaknesses, and he always pulled himself to make confessions and lie.

Under this kind of getting along, Wucheng had doubts for several years, and then began to feel sorry for this person uncontrollably. It was only after the elders couldn't stand Feng Yangye and accepted him over and over again that he knew that Feng Yangye A person who is not more than two hundred years older than himself, with such a lazy and casual temperament, has been spending time in retreat and practicing hard. He has begun to understand the secret method of the master's cultivation, which is very strange.

Every time Feng Yangye practiced, he would crawl out of the prison as if he had lost half his life. When Feng Yuntai carried him back to his room, the elders pulled themselves over to take care of him. The serious and serious Junya's face was full of sweat and wrinkled, and he couldn't move on the bed clutching his stomach in pain. He had no doubts at all, and even blamed himself to death because he had doubted for so long. I don't know that this person is suffering so much when he disappears on weekdays.

Feng Yuntai and several other elders would always have red eyes when they saw him in pain, and sighed again and again. They seemed to be unable to do anything, and they hadn't even fed the elixir. Wucheng felt distressed. Terrible, sitting on the side helpless, being held by the unconscious Feng Yangye, he really wanted to ask why those elders didn't help his master, why didn't they stop this idiot from practicing that kind of bullshit secret technique, but he held back... …

At that time, the most desperate thing was that I didn't have any miraculous skills to give this person, and told him to give up such a painful promotion method. Obviously, other people's cultivation bases are still alive and well. Why does his master seem to be dying every time? ...

They sat quietly, everyone's eyes were red, Feng Yangye would faint when he was in pain, and when he woke up, he would occasionally get angry when he saw the sad faces of the elders, saying that they were disrespectful and old He also cried like a woman, looking disgusting.

He and a few elders would smile, and then he could catch a glimpse of the genuine joy in Feng Yangye's eyes, and he would not tell this person that his smile was forced, because Feng Yangye didn't know how much he looked like that It hurts so much that everyone can't laugh when they look at him.

At that time, Wucheng sincerely hoped that this person was not the head of the sect. If he was not the head, he would not have to work hard to maintain the sect. Sneak away and live in seclusion in a quiet place where no one is around, and don't care about the East China Sea Fengshenzong, and whether there are apprentices or not.

But his wish was useless, and what was even more frightening was that when he broke through the golden core later, when he was guarding outside the mountain mansion, he seemed to hear the man shouting hoarsely through the formation, and he even smelled the air floating inside. With the smell of blood coming out, he wished to throw all the secret methods to the dogs, and he only cried aloud when his mother hanged herself.

Crying until his eyes were red, waiting for Feng Yangye to be carried out, he felt as if he was dead, his breathing and heartbeat were so thin that he could barely hear him, the only proof that he was still alive was his hot body temperature ...

It took more than ten days for Xianxiu to wake up, his face was so thin that his cheeks and eye sockets were sunken a lot, and he was still in the mood to joke, making fun of the big apprentice's eyes and making fun of the apprentice's cuteness like a girl Yes, just listening to that half-hoaring voice, Wucheng really couldn't laugh anymore, he could only hug that person tightly, trying to tell him not to cultivate immortality anymore, but what he wanted to say was caught by his silly master. and he was interrupted for an apple.

"Cheng'er, tell Master what you want! Master will buy it for you even if Master empties out your private treasury!"

After Wucheng came back to his senses, he followed Feng Yangye back to the inn, and his silly master was finally able to have fun in the small room. He hugged him a few times, and before kissing him, he was kissed by the younger brother. Pulling away, Wu Cheng took a look at the tall junior, he didn't mind at all and couldn't help being happy, he liked this junior very much, partly because he loved Wu and Wu, but also because he was tired of seeing his master beside this junior. Sometimes, he always felt that the master seemed to be really at ease, instead of being lazy like usual with a layer of worry about his cultivation and the fate of the sect.

He could vaguely feel Shui Wufeng's feelings for his master, but Wucheng was full of joy for someone who liked and cared for his master. He was not in love with Feng Yangye, but family affection, as long as Feng Yangye was good , he will be happy.

"Everything that Master gives is good," Wu Cheng looked at the excited Feng Yangye with a slight smile, a feeling of satisfaction floated in his heart, this is what he wanted most, he was not good at However, it took hundreds of years to study the nine-curve formation of Emperor Kui Lianshan every night, in order to get this jade medal in the first level of the Kui Kui Conference, and then Feng Yangye would be like this He laughed happily, also without father or mother, Wucheng felt that Feng Yangye was much more tired than him, and it was really not easy to be truly happy.

Feng Yangye looked at Wucheng, who was still a little proud at the corners of his eyes and brows, and told with a smile: "I still have a sweet mouth, listen to Master, it doesn't matter if you can't get the leader, and you must protect yourself in the fight five days later. If you want it, I will find a way to help you get some Dragon Mark Golden Pills back."

Wu Cheng was moved, he tried his best not to let his eye circles turn red again, and kept a calm look.Feng Yangye didn't pay much attention to how complicated the inner activities of his big apprentice were. Taking advantage of the fact that the people beside Rong Ning were all paying attention to Wucheng and clamoring for a celebration banquet, he hugged the waist of the monster next to him. After all, tofu will It's all from the apprentice daughter-in-law, so it's nice to be able to rub a little bit now... Twelve's tendons are really good to the touch.

Feng Yangye felt and squeezed twice habitually, a little dissatisfied with this... It would be great if there was no layer of clothes... But, how is it possible?He sighed from the bottom of his heart, and carefully felt the texture of the skin under the clothes by touching and pinching.

The warm breath suddenly rushed to the ear, itching, and a burst of numbness, "Hey, don't pinch..." If you touch it with such a face of enjoyment, you will be eaten.

Feng Yangye didn't hear what his apprentice said at all, he just felt his brain ache, and a wave of heat rushed to his lower abdomen. Just now... it seemed that his apprentice's lips had just brushed to the tips of his ears... His fingers curled up a little, He licked his parched lips.

Shui Wufeng looked at him, his eyes darkened, and some words came to his lips, but Feng Yangye suddenly walked away, and hurried to the direction of the quiet room, "I'm going to retreat... Twelve, don't you Come with me and rest early."

"Master..." Wu Cheng looked at Feng Yangye who had a strange expression and hurried away, frowned slightly, Shui Wufeng stopped him who wanted to follow up to check the situation.

"Master, is something uncomfortable?" Wu Cheng clenched his fists a little bit, he has always been repulsive to the secret method practiced by Feng Yangye, seeing that his master went to retreat for no reason and instantly connected to the secret method.

"Brother still needs to prepare for the finals in five days. Go back to your room and rest. I'll go see Master," Shui Wufeng said with an air of undeniable refusal. Wucheng hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uneasy, but he didn't refuse. Turning around, he told the other juniors to go back to their room to meditate, and specially told them not to be too public, and not to cause trouble for the master.

The monster followed Xianxiu to the quiet room alone, sat on the chair outside, radiated his consciousness and probed in, and found that Feng Yangye had laid layers of barriers in the quiet room, as if afraid of being discovered, he He was puzzled for a moment, and quietly sent his spiritual consciousness into the quiet room. Although the barriers were complicated and powerful, Chijiri's spiritual consciousness was even more powerful. After breaking through these barriers, he was not even found.

The scene in the quiet room was quickly exposed in front of my eyes...

Feng Yangye was lying on the side of the couch alone, his body was limp, his face was flushed, his consciousness was approaching, Shui Wufeng could hear his heartbeat like a drum beating, and his heavy breathing.

...So you like me so much?The corner of the monster's mouth curled up, and he continued to look at the scene inside, his Adam's apple moved slowly.