It is said that Shizun is a devil

The elders of the Xiawei Sect were still a few miles away, and when they heard Han Jin's hoarse shout in the thunder that covered the sky, they couldn't help but look at each other. Work together to prop up an enchantment and step into the center of Thunder Tribulation.

Han Jin Yuanying turned crazily, his nearly dry spiritual veins squeezed out the last drop of water like a sponge, squeezed out a trace of spiritual energy, followed Han Jing and plunged into the boundless thunder calamity.

Suddenly, the clear sky, surging black clouds, roaring electric light, and dazzling paleness disappeared completely like an illusion in the blink of an eye, but the flattened mountains, hundreds of miles of scorched earth, and evaporating springs showed that everything had really existed.

The elders of the Xiawei Sect flew to the center of Lei Jie with their swords, and saw Han Jin hugging Han Jing tightly in his arms. Both of them were burnt black, their skin and flesh were rolled up, and they had no spiritual energy. They passed out in a coma.

When the elders brought the two of them back to Xiaweizong, Ziziguan's doctor and pharmacist had been waiting for a long time. Seeing that Han Jing had returned, he couldn't help revealing a touch of disgust, and surrounded Han Jin for treatment.

Master Xingfeng pulled a pharmacist with a Zizai crown with a bitter face and said: "There is another one."

The pharmacist was very dissatisfied, and raised his chin in Han Jin's direction: "Queue up, save this one."

"You can't wait," Master Xingfeng yelled at the pharmacist and refused to let him go, "If Han Jing dies, the rescue will be in vain. God has the virtue of good life, so please help me, don't let people die That's it."

The pharmacist was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to glance at the inhuman Han Jing, hesitated for a while, took out a pill with a strong medicinal smell, and stuffed it into Han Jing's mouth with some reluctance: "The injury is too serious, the whole body is still in the body. His tendons are all broken, hang your life. If someone breaks through, he goes in to make trouble, so it’s lucky that he doesn’t die.”

Master Xingfeng quickly thanked him, looked at Han Jing who was only breathing, and showed melancholy: "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, if I can survive this time, I just hope you don't make any more fuss."

When Han Jin woke up, the setting sun was sliding down against the top of the main peak, and the dyed screens were warm red. He was concerned about Han Jing's safety, so he couldn't sleep peacefully for a moment, and woke up half a month earlier than the doctor expected.

"The suzerain is awake! The suzerain is awake!" The little boy who took care of Han Jin opened the door excitedly as if he had picked up a spirit treasure, shouting loudly outside the room, which made Han Jin's scalp go numb.

Soon, a large number of elders and disciples gathered in Han Jin's bedroom. Everyone asked how Han Jin was feeling now, and the noise made Han Jin's head swell. No one answered his question "Where is the master?" Everyone agreed not to mention that person, so Han Jin had no choice but to get out of bed.

The repeated meridians made it difficult to support walking, and Han Jin didn't feel anything when his feet touched the ground. However, the effect was very good, and the whole room fell silent for an instant.

"Where is Master? Have you brought my Master back? Where is he?" Han Jin felt that he had exhausted all his strength to shout, but he could only make a sound slightly louder than a mosquito flapping its wings.Fortunately, there were monks in the room, with sharp eyes and ears, so even if Han Jin couldn't make a sound, he could understand what Han Jin was talking about just by mouth movements.

However, even if they knew what Han Jin was talking about, no one knew the answers to these series of questions, and they remained silent at home.

Han Jin scanned everyone's faces desperately, and found that no one was ashamed for not knowing.It seems that not knowing whether Han Jing is still alive is something to be proud of and not to bow your head to.

Han Jin's eyes were red: "My master didn't do anything before. It was my master who was occupied by a ghost during his retreat. Master didn't know! Where is my master?!"

The real Xingfeng who just arrived just had time to hear the last sentence, and hurriedly said loudly: "In my place, in my place, alive."

Han Jin lifted his spirits: "Master Zhao, please take me to Master's side. Han Jin will repay Master's kindness in the future."

Master Xingfeng had expected that Han Jin would say this a long time ago, and had prepared a carriage early in the morning. It was called a carriage, but it had no horses. Instead of borrowing monsters, it was only driven by magic circle spirit stones, and went up and down the sea like walking on flat ground .It is suitable for people like Han Jin who have trouble walking and regenerate their tendons.A group of people hurriedly carried Han Jin into the carriage, and took out magic weapons to follow them, and walked to the top of the mountain of Zhenren Xingfeng.

Fortunately, Master Xingfeng took the doctor and pharmacist to take care of Han Jing during this period of time, and Han Jing was no longer that scorched human charcoal.However, when Han Jin saw Han Jing, he couldn't help crying. He held Han Jing's fair-skinned newborn hand, felt the weak beating of his fingertips, called "Master" in a low voice, and passed out on Han Jing's bed. head.

The doctor and pharmacist had another messy toss, discussed in a low voice for a while, and gave the result with a sad face: "Probably because they were too close when they broke through, and the sky thunder penetrated the meridians of the two, making the meridians of the two connected. Power can only go through one cycle in one's own body, but as soon as the two of them get close, the spiritual power will treat the two as a whole and complete a cycle on the two of them. In other words, the spiritual power is shared."

The short girl with the knife on her back stomped her feet in annoyance: "Han Jing is a villain! This is great, he finally got his wish and got the suzerain's cultivation!"

"Let's separate the two for now." The doctor had no choice but to suggest, "Try not to let the two meet each other."

Master Xingfeng's face wrinkled again: "Looking at the state of the suzerain, is it possible not to let him meet? I'd better trouble the doctor and treat both of them."

It has been a month since Han Jing opened his eyes, in an unfamiliar environment, but there is a familiar person lying beside him.Han Jing wanted to raise his hand to touch Han Jin's head, but he felt a sharp pain from head to toe, which made Han Jing's eyes instantly steam.

It hurts too much, it hurts more than a cold iron chain piercing the bone, as if all the bones in the whole body have been broken, and the body strongly protests every movement.

Seeing Han Jing's fair and handsome face distorted in pain, the little boy who was taking care of him snorted: "Don't move, or the bones will grow crooked, and you can blame others."

Han Jing would not open his spiritual consciousness at any time on weekdays, and his body had already formed an instinct for this. It was only when the boy spoke that he realized that there were other people besides Han Jin, so he raised his eyelids to look at the boy, and closed his eyes.

The pain of the physical body is unbearable, but Han Jing's soul is strong, the spiritual platform is stable, and the dependence on the physical body is much smaller than that of ordinary monks. The damage to the physical body of ordinary monks will inevitably affect the operation of the whole body's spiritual power, but for Han Jing, the body is only used for carrying The container of spiritual power, even if there is no body but only the soul, Han Jing can still use the soul to exert the power of a Mahayana monk. This is the special feature of this exercise, and it is also the secret of this exercise.Therefore, once Han Jin's physical body is too damaged, he can't use his soul to run his spiritual power to repair his physical body, but Han Jing can.

But, isn't the direction of spiritual power wandering wrong?

The half of the spiritual power entered Han Jin's body, like a stone sinking into the sea, Han Jing was only confused for a moment, and then continued to stimulate the spiritual power to swim around the sky.Just in time, let's recuperate together, anyway, after he recovers, he will also heal Han Jin.

When practicing Hanjing, the soul seems to enter another world, and the connection with the body is like a kite-flying person and a kite, only relying on the spirit platform to continuously send spiritual energy to maintain the relationship, and I don’t feel any pain in the body, just mending the physical bodies of the two Rao Hanjing's spirit tempered by Lei Jie also worked for two days before Han Jin woke up.

The two seriously injured patients were sleeping on the same bed, their eyes were facing each other, their breaths were connected, and they looked at each other and smiled in the background of the child yelling "the suzerain is awake, the suzerain is awake".

"Master."

"Jin'er."

In this life, the spiritual power is connected, and the lifespan is connected. I will never lose you again, and you will never betray me again.

The suzerain woke up again, and the people who had been asking about their health continued to surround Han Jin and ask about his warmth. Han Jin was lying on a bed, and everyone said "Sect Master Han" one by one. While Han Jing was lamenting that his apprentice grew up and was loved as suzerain, it would be great if Ping Bofeng would be able to raise his funds in the future, while turning his back to everyone, he looked at the spiritual fruit on the table in the center of the bedroom in a daze.

I haven't eaten it for a long time, why do I still find it so fragrant and attractive...

Everyone was surrounding Han Jin, Han Jin was dealing with everyone, Han Jing looked at everyone and Han Jin, and turned his gaze back to Lingguo.

Han Jin was dealing with the doctor's diagnosis of "recovering so quickly is a miracle, a miracle" with a headache. He felt the people around him move a little bit, and then moved again. When he turned his head, he happened to see Han Jing facing the girl on the table. The little spirit fruit hooked its fingers.

The little linguo silently jumped out of the plate, climbed off the table, shuttled nimbly among the soles of its feet, and rolled to the head of the bed.

Han Jing looked at the crowd, but no one was paying attention. He stretched out his white and tender arms, carefully moved to the head of the bed, and reached out to pick up the spiritual fruit.

Han Jin: "...Master."

Han Jing withdrew his hands, both hands were empty, and looked back with a serious face.

Han Jin suddenly didn't know what to say, because of himself, everyone in the room silently looked at the pair of master and apprentice, now picking up the fruit, Han Jing lost all face.

"Aren't you feeling well?" Han Jing held Han Jin's hand, her newborn baby-like delicate face showed unpretentious concern, and the aura flowed along with it.

The skin of Han Jing's newborn body is delicate and shiny, and his slender fingers are placed in Han Jin's palm, and the round and smooth fingertips lightly touch the side of Han Jin's leg. The feathers, the palms are a little itchy and soft, and the thighs are a little hot and numb.

Han Jin felt infinite warmth in his heart instantly, such a good master, how could he not eat the spiritual fruit!

"Master, I'm hungry and I want to eat that." Han Jin pointed to the spiritual fruit that was ignored by everyone but favored by Han Jing just now, very sincerely, as if he was telling the truth.

The suzerain said yes, and the child in his care took it consciously. Although the spirit fruit lacks aura and has always been used for display, but the suzerain wants to eat it, so it must be eaten!It's just that before I got close, I saw the spirit fruits bouncing and flying towards the bed. Looking back, I saw Han Jing sitting on the bed, half leaning against the wall, with a face of "I really can't do anything about you" Looking at the expression, the right hand gently wraps the wide sleeve of the robe, and a small water polo forms on the palm of the left hand. The blue water polo floats on the white and slender palm, like a craftsman's jade carving, which has a somewhat holy taste.The spirit fruits lined up and flew into the water polo from the plate, washed left and right, and jumped in front of Han Jin, lined up one by one, like the protagonist of a beauty pageant, shaking their heads, wishing to shout for me to choose me.

"Do you want ice?" Han Jin has been hot since he was a child, and he likes to eat iced food. Hanjing's iced fruit is also simple, and he has always been used to him, so he asked this time as usual.

"Master still loves me, please!" Han Jin said loudly, eating a refreshing spiritual fruit happily, and suddenly felt that he was a teenager who asked adults for snacks.

Since the apprentice stopped eating, Han Jing ate one naturally.

Han Jing ate another one naturally.

Han Jing ate another one naturally.

Han Jing finished eating naturally, squinted his eyes happily, and smiled contentedly.

The person who divided part of his attention on Han Jing: "..." What about the insidious, cunning, and shameless that was agreed?What's the matter with being a little cute?