Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Blown by the cool mountain wind, Feng Yangye shuddered, and somewhat missed the days when Taoist companions and apprentices handed him fruit diligently in shifts... Now even the soul deed is covered by that power, and there is no Feng Banyuan doesn't seem to have woken up yet, knowing how to get his Taoist companion to recognize him, maybe his crazy second uncle is more likely to recognize him.

"Junior Brother...why did you come here from the back of the mountain?" A familiar voice came, Feng Yangye turned his head and saw a young man in a blue imperial uniform.

"You said why did you kill Master for no reason? Now that the root bone has been crippled, what can we do in the future?" Rong Ning jumped to the tree and picked an apple and stuffed it into Feng Yangye's hand.

Among the dozen or so apprentices, this big-hearted man from Chengfu is lazy and stupid. He didn't expect it to be so useful at the critical moment. Feng Yangye took a bite of the apple in his hand with emotion. His mouth had no taste when he was sick, but The feeling of being swallowed into the stomach with the crispy raw pulp and the cool juice is already very good.

"Junior brother, why on earth did you attack Master? He is so kind to you... Is there any misunderstanding between you and Master?" Rong Ning looked at his junior brother who had finished eating an apple and looked at him silently, feeling inexplicable. Seeing that the seventh junior brother was very pitiful, he picked a bunch of apples and stuffed them into his Qiankun bag, then walked up to Feng Yangye and squatted down, "Come on, let me carry you back, it is inconvenient for you to carry apples, I will wait until I get back." for you……"

"A-Ning... so good..." Feng Yangye, whose voice was not yet clear, lay on the back of the second apprentice, said a few words awkwardly, yawned and wanted to sleep drowsily.

The small voice sounded like a mosquito, and Rong Ning didn't hear it clearly. He walked back with someone on his back and chattered: "Junior Brother... Let me tell you, don't be greedy when you go back, I've been through it before." Hungry, I know, the more hungry you are, the less you can eat, you won’t feel full, it will spoil your stomach, and the fruit is sour, it’s easy to feel uncomfortable after eating on an empty stomach, wait for me to find it for you later Some snacks in the past... Sigh... Tell me about you, why did you provoke Master? But Master is a good person, you are completely crippled, so he will not embarrass you... Junior brother? Are you asleep? Then you sleep..."

With the cool mountain wind blowing on his body, Rong Ning softly hummed a leisurely ditty, and heartlessly recited the tens of thousands of people in the sect all the way down the mountain.

His back touched the terrified bed, and touched the unhealed wound on his back. In Fengyang Ye's dream, a scene of being surrounded and bitten by a group of monsters flashed through, and he woke up in fright... Fortunately, he was bitten at the time I was dizzy when I was there, and I can’t remember clearly. After he came back to his senses, Da Lala heaved a sigh of relief, turned over to avoid the injury on his back, lay on his side and saw a pile of apples beside him...

Feng Yangye swallowed, grabbed one and took a bite, it was a little sour, but the taste was good.

Although he didn't listen to what his second apprentice babbled along the way, his throat was so sore right now, he couldn't swallow half of an apple slowly, and lay down beside the bed with the remaining half of an apple. Withered.

"Junior brother... don't eat apples, I brought you something delicious," Rong Ning walked in from the outside with a smile, closed the door like a thief, sat down by the bed and took out a wooden The box was placed in front of Feng Yangye, and when the lid was opened, a sweet smell came out, it was a box of apricot flower cake.

After being sneered at for more than a month, Feng Yangye saw the box of pastries slowly turning red in his weakness, and buried his face in the pillow helplessly... He remembered the bamboo house, and the apricot tree in front of the bamboo house. When the wind blows, it will be like snowing... The mother who likes to wear colored dresses will personally collect those apricot flowers to make white and soft snacks.

Mother is gone... He hasn't eaten almond cake for a long time...

"Junior brother, what's the matter with you?" Rong Ning looked at the young man who buried his face, and shook his shoulders with concern. Feng Yangye made sure that his eye circles were no longer red, turned his head and smiled at the second apprentice, and spoke The voice was still very small, "I'm not hungry anymore...wait for a while..."

It's not like there's wind on the mountain at the moment, Rong Ning heard his words clearly, and frowned, "Are you tired? Let me feed you, eat something before going to sleep, your stomach will hurt if you only eat fruit... ..."

Feng Yangye didn't speak, Rong Ning helped him up, pulled up the pillow to make him sit up, and held a piece of soft pastry to Feng Yangye's mouth, "Ah...open your mouth."

Feng Yangye was amused by the apprentice who opened his mouth wide, and then opened his mouth. The apricot cake melted slowly in his mouth. It was very sweet, and his throat hurt even more, but he was reluctant to spit it out...

The head of the sect slowly swallowed the pastry, looked at the sky outside, logically Rong Ning should be meditating at this time, "You are lazy...Aren't you afraid that Master will blame you?"

"Master will at most punish me for copying books, don't be afraid...Seventh Junior Brother, don't worry about me, you don't know what to do in the future, you are not as good as a mortal if your bones are destroyed, how about it...In the future If someone bullies you, just tell me, I will cover you," Rong Ning picked up another piece of apricot cake, handed it to Feng Yangye's mouth, and fed four or five pieces in a row, then he stopped and closed the lid Put it aside, "You still don't eat too much... I'll come to see you when I have time, you can keep these for yourself, they shouldn't be broken in a day or two."

Feng Yangye nodded, barely propped up his body and lay down on his own, the smell of apricot blossoms hadn't dissipated... He closed his eyes as if he could see his mother, standing under the apricot tree with a smile and his father Flower rain...

……

Shui Wufeng's spiritual consciousness gathered around his Taoist companion, watching him meditating alone in the alchemy room, his face reflected the fire, as handsome as ever.

His appearance hasn't changed at all... But Shui Wufeng couldn't help feeling something wrong these days...

This Feng Yangye...isn't like Feng Yangye...

"Twelve..." Zhang Danmo walked out of the alchemy room, saw a tall man in black standing outside waiting for him, and walked over with a smile on his face.

When the person leaned against him, Shui Wufeng still had an unspeakable awkward feeling... He sent his consciousness into the Taoist companion's body in doubt, and the soul deed responded... Did he think too much?

"Yano...have you felt unwell recently?"

"Huh? No..." Zhang Danmo clenched his fists nervously. He understood Feng Yangye's preferences and habits, and he was quite good at pretending, and that power seemed to perfectly disguise him as his master's spiritual consciousness , even the cultivation base of the golden core stage helped him control it, this devil... probably didn't see through it, right?

Shui Wufeng frowned slightly, hugged him tightly, stroked the soft hair, kissed the top of the hair, "It's fine..."

Zhang Danmo heaved a sigh of relief, and leaned against Shui Wufeng's arms, his eyes darkened... It's better for him to be careful, this devil is not easy to fool.

Shui Wufeng's kiss moved from the top of his hair to his lips, and the person being hugged tried his best to cooperate with him without showing the slightest resistance.

The two entangled for a long time, Shui Wufeng let go of his mouth and smiled, listening to the panting sound in his ears, his voice was full of temptation: "Dear...can you call me by my name? What's my name?"

The man panted and smiled, as expected he was testing me, but...

"Wufeng..." The master called your name once when he was drunk that day, and I remembered it very clearly.

"... Be good," Shui Wufeng touched the face of the person in his arms, with a gentle tone.

……

At night, Feng Yangye was sleeping on the bed under a thin quilt, when a tall figure quietly appeared beside his bed, glanced at the bloodstains that no one had cleaned up on the ground, then looked at the small A pile of apples... One of them was half-eaten, and it could be seen that it was eaten in small bites. It was eaten very slowly, as if the person who ate it had no strength to chew it.

Shui Wufeng held the half apple and sat on the side of the bed, the smell of apricot blossoms wafted from the person on the bed, making him turn his head and look at that person seriously.