Zhu He

Prison Fenglin is the territory of demon cultivators, and Yawu Town, which is very close to it, is naturally populated by demon cultivators.However, ever since Yanmen, the largest sect of the demonic way, was suppressed and wiped out by all the spiritual cultivators a hundred years ago, the demonic cultivators who lost their lairs scattered in the cultivation world without a leader. Some of them occupied mountains, rivers, lakes and seas and proclaimed themselves kings, while others Hiding in big cities and small towns, waiting for opportunities, looking for ways to improve your cultivation.And places like the magic weapon conference that are full of magic weapons and don't have to worry about their origins to speak by force, they naturally don't want to let it go, so compared to the past, the number of magic cultivators participating in the magic weapon conference in recent decades More than once, every time at this time, the inns in Yawu Town are also overcrowded.

Yu Miao walked half a circle around the town and finally chose a big inn to go in.

The front hall of the inn was full of demon cultivators and demon cultivators in different costumes. It was rare for everyone to put their identities aside without arguing and chatting and drinking together, with a strange harmony on their faces.However, when they caught a glimpse of the thin figure walking in from the door, many people secretly put down their wine glasses and glanced over.

No matter how dull Yu Miao was, he could still feel the gazes from all directions for a moment. Those gazes were scrutinized with strong judgment, some were frivolous, some were cold, in short, they were not good intentions.Yu Miao had goosebumps on his skin, and was thinking about whether to move to another hotel, but there was already a young boy who came up to him, beckoning him to come in.

The boy said that their guest rooms were already full, but there were no vacant rooms anywhere in Yumiao at this time of year, only the backyard of their shop had a few stone caves for shelter.

Seeing Yu Miao hesitate, the servant said again: "Guest officer, it's no wonder that I didn't remind you, the weather is like this, it's going to rain heavily at night, the heavy rain and strong wind in Prison Fenglin is not normal," he said and pointed Pointing to the outside, "Did you see that person? He broke his leg when he was hit by a boulder falling from the mountain road in a heavy rainy night a few years ago, and his practice has also been disabled. From now on, he can only live as a beggar."

Yu Miao looked back at the beggar who was squatting in the corner outside the store, dirty and dry, and beside him lay a miserable black dog with spots and bald spots, it was unspeakably miserable, Yu Miao succeeded in being frightened by the boy and shivered. .

Holding his burden tightly, Yu Miao asked: "In that mountain and cave... How many spirit stones are there for one night?"

The boy said cheerfully, "Three hundred."

"This... so many!" Yu Miao was surprised.

In fact, he brought some small fortunes with him, which were regularly distributed to disciples by the Qinghe Sect over the years, and the amount accumulated for such a long time is considered considerable. The material of the sword is so willing to spend it.

While hesitating, Yu Miao was dragged in by the servant, but after only two steps, he felt that someone stretched out his leg and tripped him!Yu Miao immediately fell face down and fell like a dog eating shit!The baggage held in his arms also flew out, and the contents inside splashed all over the ground...

Yu Miao was stunned, and hurriedly wanted to get up and pick up the things, but the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't get up, and he was flopping around for a long time, and finally he was helped up by a pair of hands.

As soon as Yu Miao raised his head, he saw a hunchbacked old man with long eyebrows, long beard and long hair standing in front of him. Only a pair of extraordinarily shining eyes were revealed in his white hair. A little dazed.Yu Miao didn't react until the old man chuckled and lifted Yu Miao up.Looking at the other party, he picked up all the scattered spirit stones for him again, and then pulled him to sit down at the table.

"Why are you in a hurry, let this little monk drink some water and think about it slowly," the old man casually dismissed the young man who was eager to solicit business, and poured another glass of water for Yu Miao, his eyes bent into crescent moons Look over, "The little monk is a spiritual practitioner? Where did he come from?"

"I, I am Lingxiu, I... come from Qinghe Gate."

Yu Miao was new to the world, even if he was a little wary at first, he was bluffed by the kindness of the old man. He even asked a question and answered everything, and he knew everything. But it was getting brighter and brighter, and even looked at it for a long time, and it seemed to have a hint of sneer and sternness.

"...Stupid...a little disciple with a pure and kind nature," the old man gritted his teeth and choked out such a sentence. Remind you, you know that monks who are not cultivated enough, come here to join in this kind of fun is to die, especially if you are a spiritual cultivator."

The old man is naturally reasonable in saying this, because almost all the magical weapons that will be sold at the magic weapon conference come from wrong sources, steal or steal, and they cannot be used by the seller, so they are anxious to sell them at this meeting. And Lingxiu, who has always regarded himself as being upright, is naturally quite shameless about this move. He rarely participated in it on the surface. Still really fearless.

Yu Miao was stabbed by the negligent flash of light in the old man's eyes, and he finally came to his senses. In fact, he also understood this truth, but he had to take a risk for the sake of good materials and knowledge for making swords.He looked around anxiously, tightened the package in his arms, and said innocently: "But, but I... just want to go around, I won't compete with other monks for treasures, and I don't have any treasures to sell... "You don't need to regard yourself as an imaginary enemy.

"If you say no, others really think there is no?" The old man narrowed his eyes.

Yu Miao trembled in fright, waiting for an explanation, but saw the old man beaming with joy again.

"Okay, originally the people here really didn't believe it, but you fell just now... those people don't want to believe it, they will believe it even if they are afraid." The old man said and patted Yu Miao's little burden lightly. The entire family fortune has just been revealed to the public. In the eyes of these monks, just such a small amount of Lingshi is poorer than the beggar at the door. No one is willing to put effort on him anymore.

Yu Miao rubbed his sore buttocks, poked around quietly, and found that those people who were staring at him before had all turned their eyes to what they should do now. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man took a sip of water, and asked again in a chatty manner: "You said that you are not interested in the treasures at the conference, but you also said that you came here from thousands of miles away from the sect to see good things... The little monk really listened Have you heard the rumors?"

rumor?What rumor?

Yu Miao looked bewildered.

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Doesn't the little monk know?"

Seeing Yu Miao's head shaking like a rattle, the old man kindly leaned over and lowered his voice: "This year's Magic Artifact Conference has more people than in previous years. Do you know why? Because it is rumored that someone brought two rare artifacts to the conference. It’s sold online, and these demon cultivators are all here for this.”

"An artifact? What kind of artifact?" Yu Miao's eyes widened in surprise, "Old, old man, did you come here for this too?"

Having said these words, Yu Miao still hasn't figured out whether the other party is a demon cultivator or a spiritual cultivator. The aura around the old man is very faint, seemingly non-existent, both good and evil, making it difficult to tell what his origin is.

"I heard that it is a good thing that can turn monks from yin to yang, from death to life, and I don't know if it is true or not," the old man said while stroking his cup and smiling, his eyes were a little distant, "As for me? It’s about the same as you, but I just feel that life is boring, so I’m here to join in the fun..."

……

In the end, Yu Miao took out three hundred spirit stones to the boy, and borrowed a cave to live in for a night.The old man has his own house, and he walked to the backyard with Yu Miao. Before the two parted ways, he suddenly said, "Before the meeting officially starts, some rats who don't have the ability to fight for treasures with others in the meeting will make up their minds." Put it here, it will not be peaceful in the inn this night, if you don't want to die, just stay in the cave and don't come out no matter what movement you hear outside," then turned and left.

Although Yu Miao was at a loss, he was always obedient, especially he had an inexplicable trust in the old man from the moment he met him, he would believe whatever he said, so he hid in that small, dark place very obediently until nightfall.Sure enough, as the boy said, there is no moon tonight, and as soon as it gets dark, strong winds will blow up, and soon there will be heavy rain, accompanied by sudden movements from time to time. tumble.

But despite the bad weather, there are still many restless people who are eager to move. Yu Miao can feel the impetuous breath outside the cave, and then there are messy footsteps coming and going, and after a while, it turns into shouting again. Fighting, fighting over each other, is extremely lively.

Yu Miao snorted and concentrated for a long time, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He poked his head out secretly. He saw a group of demon cultivators chasing a person in the torrential rain and fog. The beggar who broke his leg outside the inn? !

There were many onlookers in the inn, but most of them just watched silently, no one had the intention to intervene.

Yu Miao looked at it for a while and felt a cold light in front of him, and turned his head to meet a pair of shadowy eyes, which came from the old man with white beard standing on the wooden railing on the third floor of the inn.

Even though the two were so far apart, Yu Miao successfully received the threats and warnings in the eyes of the other party. He, who has always been dull, somehow felt the deep meaning, and obediently retracted his head back into the hole, not daring to join in the fun anymore. He only listened with his ears open.

I don't know how long it took, the beggar seemed to have used his tricks to escape in the siege, and the movement outside gradually disappeared as a result. As the demon cultivator and the demon cultivator chased the beggar, some of the onlookers went together, and some went away. Going back to the house to rest, the courtyard was empty again, leaving only the fish in the cave whose condition was unknown.

After waiting for a while, the little monk who was supposed to continue to stay well ignored the warning and crept out of the cave, hurried down the mountain, and came to the yard of the inn... There was a lonesome lying there. The bloody puppy, the bald dog lying next to the beggar I saw during the day.

It is not a divine beast, it is just an ordinary dog, but in the fight just now, it rushed out to protect the master, and was slapped away by a certain demon cultivator, and the miserable howl shook the fish in the cave. It's been a long time.

Regardless of the wind and rain, Yu Miao took off his coat and carefully hugged the puppy in his arms. He wanted to take it back to the cave for treatment, but found that the puppy had already lost its breath with its head hanging limp... Miao couldn't help but have a sore nose.

But before he could feel sad for this lonely, loyal and neglected puppy, Yu Miao suddenly felt that something was wrong, his body froze, and he turned his head slowly for a moment...

Behind him, there are three demon cultivators chasing after the beggar who don't know when they left and returned, and they are walking slowly towards Yu Miao at this moment.

Moxiu was very angry, his eyes were red, he came close to look at the dog in Yu Miao's arms, then looked at Yu Miao, and murmured: "So this Lingxiu and that beggar are in the same group?"

Yu Miao shook, and sat down on the ground.

What, what?

Another demon said: "In this case, the cripple has just been dealt with, and the treasure that the cripple stole has not been found, will it be hidden here?"

After speaking, several people stared at Yu Miao, and said viciously: "You, quickly hand over the treasure, and grandpa will try to spare you a whole body." After they finished speaking, they each laughed, as if the kindness was so great.

Yu Miao didn't understand at all, so he didn't know that beggar, let alone what they were messing with from beginning to end!

But his ignorant and flustered face seemed to Moxiu to be calculating and hypocritical. The patience of the few people was very poor. After asking again but failed, one of them took a step forward and directly sacrificed the giant ax in his hand, intending to attack Yu Miao. Come to ask hard.

The noisy cold wind hit Yu Miao straight, but the petrified little Lingxiu couldn't move at all. Seeing that the attack was about to be inflicted on him, the brutal actions of the three demon cultivators suddenly stopped in the middle of the walk there!

Yu Miao saw that the expressions on the faces of the three tall and strong men did not change, but their limbs suddenly stiffened and twitched, their facial features froze, and even their eyes froze. There was a deep look of panic in the bottom of his eyes, and there was no sign.

How is this going?

At this time, another ray of cold air floated from the distance, as clear and shallow as transparent dust and smoke, but as thin and tough as the bones in the cotton, floating up and down in the courtyard, the raindrops falling in the air were touching When this breath was released, it was frozen into ice particles in an instant, and was blown up by a gust of wind and shot at the three demon cultivators, as fast as a gust of wind and as sharp as a blade!

Swish, swish, in a blink of an eye... those three burly figures were pierced into three sieves riddled with holes by thousands of raindrops!

Yu Miao was dumbfounded...

Little Lingxiu, who was so shocked that he was almost out of his body, suddenly came back to his senses after a moment of stupefaction, and looked at the dark place on the other side of the yard as if feeling something, with a flash of light in his eyes...

The cold breath just now was so powerful, yet so...familiar? !

After a while, Yu Miao opened his mouth and called softly.

"...Sect Master?!"

no respond.

Unwilling to give up, Yu Miao stood up and stumbled a few steps.

The rain in the sky was still so heavy, it drenched Xiao Lingxiu from head to toe, and he was covered with a large amount of mud. He was holding a dead dog in his arms, and the bright red blood was dripping non-stop along the lapel of his clothes. Next, the whole person is gray and red, looking indescribably embarrassed and pitiful.

"Gate, door master..."

Yu Miao yelled again, his voice trembling because of the cold.

But still no response.

Yu Miao stopped screaming, but he didn't leave either. He just stood there in a daze, staring at the darkness ahead, as if doubting his own judgment, but hoping that his guess would come true. His eyes were opened wide with difficulty under the washing of the rain.

At this time, there was another rumble of thunder in the sky, accompanied by a few bright lightning flashes, and a group of faint figures flashed in the clouds, as if the demon cultivators who had just left had returned.

Yu Miao looked at the front and then at the top of his head. His confused mind remembered whether he should leave or not. There were still three big sieves on this side. If Moxiu and others found out, the blame would definitely be settled. On his head, what should he do with himself who is powerless?Is it too late to hide now?

While Yu Miao was thinking, those demon cultivators were already close in front of him... Seeing that the two parties were about to meet, a white light suddenly flashed in the dark place Yu Miao had been staring at, and rushed towards his front.

Yu Miao only felt his waist tighten, and when he came back to his senses, he was no longer in the courtyard.

Yu Miao leaned his back against the two gates, his whole body was tightly held by an embrace, his breath was filled with a familiar and at ease cold smell.

There were no lights around, but Yu Miao could clearly see a group of dark patterns close at hand, which were two plum blossoms embroidered with silver thread on the white front of the person in front of him, lonely and elegant.

Yu Miao blinked, blinked again, raised his head to meet a cold face.

Although he shrank quickly from the unhappiness on the other party's face, this little timidity was immediately covered by the joy of reunion. Yu Miao was so happy to see the other party here that he didn't know what to say.

"Gate, door master..."

It was really the sect master, it turned out to be the sect master, the sect master also came, and I saw the sect master again! !

Murong Jiaoyang took the joy in Yu Miao's face into his eyes, his cold anger subsided slightly, but the words he said were still unpleasant.

"Is that why you came out so knowledgeable?" He pushed Yu Miao away, and glanced at the dead dog in his arms with disgust.

Yu Miao was stunned for a moment, folded his arms, and lowered his head guiltily.

Originally thought that Murong Jiaoyang would have to lecture him a lot after this sentence, but he didn't expect that after saying this sentence, the head of Murong sect lit the lamp, turned back and sat down at the table.The rain outside was so heavy, but it didn't even touch his body in the slightest. His white clothes were still spotless, and he looked even more handsome and luxurious under the lamp.

Yu Miao took a peek at Murong Jiaoyang, feeling hot, and went to look at the house again, only to find that they were still in the inn, but it was not a cave, but a rather spacious and simple room.Obviously the boy said that there are no vacancies, could it be that the owner of the door came earlier than himself?Yu Miao couldn't help being surprised.

As soon as he was about to speak, there was a group of demon cultivators shouting from outside, with harsh words, obviously they found the bodies of the three companions in the yard.

"Gate, door master..."

Yu Miao wanted to speak, but was interrupted by the head of Murong sect.

"Want to make trouble, do they dare?" Murong Jiaoyang said disdainfully.

Yu Miao didn't understand what it meant, and found that the demon cultivators in the courtyard were silent after cursing for a while, they didn't rush around, and they didn't search the inn to find the murderer, obviously these people were so arrogant that they made a mess of the place before. Flying Dog Jump, let's just stop now?

Seeing Yu Miao's surprised face, Murong Jiaoyang raised his eyebrows: "People who come here are looking for treasures, not looking for death."

These demon cultivators were so aggressive before because they didn't have any opponents in the inn, or the onlookers were too lazy to meddle in this matter.But now, when these three gifts are placed outside, it tells the demon cultivators that there are masters coming, and their mana is hard to match.Demon cultivators only want treasures, and don't want to lose their lives for it, and they don't have any fellowship. When they see that the situation is not good, they will ask for trouble, so they will naturally stop.

After finishing speaking, Murong Jiaoyang glared at Yu Miao again impatiently, and asked with a hum, "What are you doing in a daze? Do you want to stand with this dog all night?!"

Yu Miao came back to his senses, so he had to put aside the chaos for the time being, and took two steps forward in embarrassment, but looked at the dog in his hand, and said with a distressed face: "Master, this, this puppy... can you keep it for a while?" In the evening, oh, no, just a few hours, I went to bury it as soon as it dawned, and buried it soon..." It was raining so hard outside, and Yu Miao felt that it would be too late to just throw the corpse out like this. Too cruel.

Murong Jiaoyang naturally didn't want to, but looking at Yu Miao's pitiful look and the dead dog in his arms, he somehow felt that the two had a similar taste, the same weakness, the same overpowering...

This kind of similarity makes Murong Jiaoyang not very comfortable. How could Yu Miao be reduced to compare with this kind of thing, but the phrase "Don't think about it" turned into a cool cold snort after a circle in his mouth.Murong Sect Master casually pointed to the corner, and told Yu Miao to only leave the corpse there away from the bed, then he got up and changed his clothes and went to sleep.

There was a look of joy on Yu Miao's face, but he immediately became sad. He carefully placed the dog behind the door, covered it with his coat, stroked its head and muttered a few words before leaving.

When he came to the bed, a set of dry clothes was thrown in front of him.

"Changed!"

Yu Miao took a look and found that it was new and relatively narrow, which fit his body shape very well.But why does the sect master wear clothes that are one size smaller?

Yu Miao cast a puzzled look, but in exchange for a fierce stare, he quickly lowered his eyes, and carefully moved to the foot of the bed, taking off his clothes tremblingly.Shaking like this is partly because of the cold, and partly because the young disciple is sensitively aware that the two gazes not far away are cold in anger, and also a little bit harsh.

After changing her clothes, Yu Miao obediently climbed onto the bed without Murong Jiaoyang urging her, and lay down beside her.

Obviously this is not the first time that the two have shared the same bed. In fact, as long as Murong Jiaoyang is not busy with internal affairs and is not in retreat these years, he spends many nights with Yu Miao like this. She was so anxious and apprehensive, but as time passed, she gradually got used to cuddling with him.

After the lights in the house were turned off, the two lay side by side. Yu Miao smelled the familiar smell around him, and finally relaxed the head he had been carrying since he left the door, and felt an indescribable tiredness and ache all over his body.

"Gate, door master..."

Yu Miao's timid low call came from the darkness.

"Huh?" Murong Jiaoyang's voice sounded much softer than before.

"Sect master...why are you here?" Yu Miao couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked cautiously.

After a long while, Murong Jiaoyang smiled lightly and said: "Why, you are allowed to come to this place, but I am not?"

Yu Miao couldn't tell if he was angry when he said that, but he came here for the magic weapon, so why is the sect master?Is it a magic weapon?He finally wants to have a weapon again?

Yu Miao almost wanted to ask the last sentence, but the words were still swallowed when they came to his lips. After all, he didn't have the guts, and he was afraid that... he would offend Murong Jiaoyang.

Because Yu Miao knew that the divine weapon had become a secret knot for the sect master.

At that time, Qinghemen's Chenbu, which was in charge of forging, was very famous, because Elder Murong had superb casting skills, and how many magical weapons were born under his hands.

But in the battle against Yanmen many years ago, Elder Murong was seriously injured, but after that he never used any weapons again.

Some people say that it is because Murong Jiaoyang has cultivated so hard that he can use Qi as the blade, and his own Qi meridian is the best magic weapon, and he does not need the help of that kind of external things; His flaming spear was cut off for the battle against You Zhen, the master of demon cultivators. The Murong sect master could no longer find such a handy magic weapon, so he simply didn't use it.

But only Yu Miao understood the reason, the Murong sect master didn't use magic weapons, because he was injured almost to death by the weapons he personally forged in that battle.In those years when he was forging swords, Murong Jiaoyang always advocated the theory that the soul of a soldier is stronger than the blade of a weapon. As long as he unites with his weapon mind, he will have endless possibilities and will never give up casually.But that day, the soldier spirit of the flaming spear that he had always trusted was manipulated by others, easily betrayed his master, turned back and counterattacked and stabbed him to pieces. , the master casting master who used to be very skilled no longer trusts the weapons he made, and he can't make good weapons anymore...

So these years, Murong Jiaoyang has practiced his divine essence in seclusion, and his cultivation base has soared to the point that whether he has divine weapons or not, it seems that his ability will not be hindered, but is this the truth, and what is he thinking in his heart?It seems that no one can find out...

In the silence, hearing Yu Miao sighed softly, Murong Jiaoyang thought that he was exhausted these days, and felt that the people around him had obviously lost weight, and a thin crack gradually opened in his chest that had been bet all along.

"It's hard to come out?" Murong Jiaoyang asked.

Yu Miao's lips twitched a bit, trying to say that it's not bitter, but he couldn't tell a lie after all. Although he had done odd jobs in Qinghemen for so long, it was better than the nervousness and exhaustion of being alone and worrying about dying anytime, anywhere. Uneasy, those chores are not worth mentioning at all.

"So... Qinghe Gate to Yawu Town... so far away..." Yu Miao murmured aggrievedly.

For the past ten days, he has been walking and walking every day, until his feet are covered with blisters. At night, he can't find any ordinary people, so he can only spend the night in the mountains, where it is cold and dark, alone. Lying under a big tree or in a cave, I often hear the howling of various wild animals, which scares Yu Miao into not daring to sleep at all, and makes him tired at night and even more tired during the day, a vicious cycle, miserable.

"I was almost bitten by the angry snake and the black wolf... Oh, by the way, there are many, many double-headed scorpions at the foot of Zuiyi Mountain. They have been chasing me for a long time. Fortunately, I jumped into the river to escape. , and met a group of purple birds, the birds pecked those scorpions to death..."

The chaotic mind and the peace of mind enveloped by Murong Jiaoyang's breath made Yu Miao completely let go of his defenses. No matter what he thought in his heart, he also confusedly leaked out the difficulties and dangers he had encountered these days. Angry and hated, he wanted to scold him for asking for trouble, but he was glad that all these disasters were stopped in time at the critical moment.

"The purple one is not a bird, it's a purple-winged bat..." Murong Jiaoyang murmured depressingly.

"Ok?"

"Forget it...it's nothing." Murong Jiaoyang chose not to talk too much as he backhanded him into his arms and pressed him under him.

Yu Miao was under heavy oppression, and heard Murong Jiaoyang whispering in his ear, "So... do you regret it now?"

The tone was cold, but the breath gushing into his ears was warm, it was so hot that half of Yu Miao's body became numb, and a soreness rushed from his heart to his eyes.

Blinking, he wanted to cry again...

But Yu Miao didn't cry, not only didn't cry, Yu Miao boldly shook his head under Murong Jiaoyang's gaze which was only a few inches away.

As if afraid that he was not firm enough, Yu Miao shook vigorously after shaking.

He still... has no regrets.

Immediately, I felt that the arms hugging me were tightened a little bit, and I was almost so strangled that I couldn't breathe.

The door owner must be angry. The door owner might kick him off the bed or drive him out of the house. After all, he has provoked him beyond his control. It is so easy to see him again after so many days... He really doesn't want to do this, I really don't want to.

Yu Miao thought sadly.

However, these punishments did not come as expected, Murong Jiaoyang just stared at him silently, after Yu Miao couldn't bear to shrink his neck, the man next to the pillow suddenly leaned over and bit his face heavily... .

"--what!!"

Yu Miao whimpered in pain and covered his face in surprise.

The result was another bite, this time on the ear.

Murong Jiaoyang's lips were close to the side of Yu Miao's face, the two were like bright moons hidden under thick dark clouds, staring deeply at the target through a shadow, the dim light danced.

"Are you really not afraid that I will throw you away..." Murong Jiaoyang sighed, as if speaking to Yu Miao, or to himself, with a trace of helplessness.

Yu Miao tremblingly raised his eyes to look at him, Murong Jiaoyang thought he would dodge again, but Yu Miao said softly: "I'm afraid..." He was afraid in his heart that the sect master would just abandon him like this, "But, but I also know that the sect master treats me the best..." The best in the world.

Murong Jiaoyang's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.

He is very kind to this idiot, although he may not want to admit it at first, but after spending so much time, Murong Jiaoyang has to face it, he is indeed very kind to the person in front of him... As for why, he actually doesn't know .

Murong Jiaoyang always remembers the first time he had an impression of Yu Miao, it was during a certain banquet, and as an elder, he especially hated others making fun of his appearance, but this drunken fool made fun of himself desperately It wasn't enough for Murong Jiaoyang, who must retaliate, to kick the other party on the floating cloud that sent him back, and then used the pretext of the dismissal of the Minister of Water to get the unaccepted young disciple to his Chen Department, like Yu Miao. It is conceivable that ordinary people with little ability and dull mind will be manipulated by disciples with high eyesight.

However, I don’t know if this idiot is used to living a hard life. After coming to Chenbu, he was squeezed out and hit by others everywhere. There are countless classics, and if you don't invite credit and talk too much, you can't aim high, and in the end, you even broke into the fire by yourself regardless of safety for two broken books.

At that time, this move was regarded by Murong Jiaoyang as the most stupid idiot in the world, but no matter how cynical and sarcastic he said, he still couldn't help saving the person himself, and he had more or less accepted in his heart that Yu Miao became the real one of Chenbu. members.This is also the reason why he stood up to defend him regardless of whether he was right or wrong when everyone knew that Yu Miao wanted to cover up the real murderer to be whipped when Elder Jin was attacked. Even if there is a problem, he should be punished by himself, and it is not up to others to do it!What's more, Murong Jiaoyang can be sure based on intuition alone, even if this idiot is given a hundred courage, he would not dare to commit evil things that harmed the elders!

In fact, up to that time, Murong Jiaoyang hadn't had any treacherous thoughts about Yu Miao, just this idiot, with no looks, no brains and no cultivation, no one would fall in love with him, but until Yu Miao really died On the first line, Murong Jiaoyang's sudden anger made him startled.

Although those dozens of lashes were dangerous, Qiu Muwang who gave the order did not want his life after all, and it was the careless disciples like Chen Bu who really almost took Yu Miao on him, and they still treated Yu Miao with a contemptuous attitude. Coupled with the indulgence of Murong Jiaoyang, no one would take care of the seriously injured little disciple so carefully.

So the person on the bed who had been recuperating for a long time not only didn't get better at all, but his face turned green like gossamer, and the wound on his buttocks was festering to the bone. Wanting to see the situation of this idiot, Yu Miao must have walked back and forth on Huangquan Road several times.

On that day, Murong Jiaoyang was furious.

The disciples should be punished for bullying each other in the same family, ranging from a hundred punishments with a cane to sweeping the casting room for a month.

He, the elder, is also to blame for his ineffective management. Murong Jiaoyang had no choice but to bring Yu Miao back to his residence, and endured all kinds of impatience and arrogance to use the best medicine for him to make him recover as soon as possible.

Because Elder Jin is also injured, how can the disciples of the Japanese department devote themselves to healing? Elder Murong, who was only in the magic weapon, could never have imagined such a result. He was full of jokes, but along with the training, there was also a warm, dense, heart-stirring feeling.

At the beginning, I wondered why I became more concerned about this idiot. I always attributed the reason to the fact that the two of them had been in love with each other for a long time. In my heart, when I look back, I can't help myself.

They are all monks, the fruit of practice is so sweet and bright, but the process of practice is so long and boring that there is no end in sight, how many people can make it to the end?How many people can remain optimistic, simple and unaffected by temptation and stick to themselves even when they know that the future is worrying?Murong Jiaoyang thinks he can't do it, but he knows that there is someone who can... In that person's world, everything is simple and pure, he will be envious but not jealous, although he is dull, he never gives up on himself and stops working hard.

Silly, stupid, and commendable...

After thinking about it in a mess, the person around him had already fallen asleep, his eyelashes drooped softly, and there were two shallow teeth marks on his cheeks, looking carefree, sweet and satisfied.

"Sect Master..."

I don't know what kind of dream I had, Yu Miao frowned slightly, and then quickly spread it out, whispering affectionately, with her hands curled up and grabbing his front.

"Don't... go back..."

After hearing such disobedient words, Murong Jiaoyang didn't have such a dark face like before. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and the coldness covering his face disappeared completely. He kissed and licked comfortingly, until the face under the lips became hot several times, and then he hugged him in his arms again, and fell into a deep sleep next to each other.

"Okay, if you don't go back now, don't go back..."

When you've had enough trouble, grab it back.