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In the evening of the next day, Chu Qiumo came to Rong Yan's cave as promised.

Although Rong Yan scolded him, he still didn't forcefully drive Xiao Hui away, Chu Qiumo was happy, so he pretended not to know, and left Xiao Hui behind privately.

"Master, the disciple is here."

Chu Qiumo bent down and bowed his head to salute, but from the corner of his eye, he glanced secretly at the cave, curious about the place where this master lived. Compared with his luxurious and bright cave, Rong Yan's cave was obviously very simple.

A bed, a table, and a spiritual altar for meditation, it doesn't look like the cave of the suzerain of Tianxuanzong.

Rong Yan was meditating with his eyes closed, his white clothes were cold and motionless.

Chu Qiumo bent over sorely, and said again, "Master, the disciple is here."

Still no response.

The young man rolled his eyes in his heart, knowing that Rong Yan was deliberately ignoring him, but he still insisted on the most regular disciple etiquette, with a serious and pious expression.

Time passed bit by bit, until Chu Qiumo couldn't stand it anymore and was about to stand up straight, Rong Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the little apprentice very lightly, there was no emotion in those eyes, but Chu Qiumo's heart jumped when he saw it, and he felt inexplicably guilty.

Although he didn't know what he was guilty of...

Rong Yan stood up, his wide cloud sleeves were almost hanging down, and the hem of his clothes was shining like a stream of light. He slightly frowned, and said in a cold voice, "Follow me."

Chu Qiumo hastily agreed.

Rumbling--

The back wall of the cave gradually opened up, revealing a broad road. Rong Yan walked in first, followed by Chu Qiumo.

There are neat bluestone steps under your feet. There is a faint smell of damp in the air, but it smells extremely good. The road is very quiet, only the footsteps of two people can be heard.

tick-tock-

There was the sound of water droplets, as if it was very far away but also very near, the more you walked in, the darker it became, Chu Qiumo was a little scared, so he quietly walked a little closer to Rong Yan without looking sideways.

Well, it does look quite majestic.

Just when the boy couldn't help but think wildly, a cold voice changed his thoughts, "It's here."

"what?"

Chu Qiumo looked up, but found that they came to a cave, surrounded by snow-white stalactites, and in the middle was a clear spring, but this clear spring was a little different, like rich pure white soup, bubbling hot steam .

Chu Qiumo asked curiously, "What is this?"

Rong Yan said briefly, "Yuehuaquan, soak here for three days first."

Chu Qiumo didn't know what Yuehua Spring was, but he knew it was a good thing just looking at the rich spiritual energy in the pool, and the young man's eyes lit up, "Thank you, Master!"

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Rong Yan showed no sign of leaving.

Chu Qiumo's expression became a little awkward, but he couldn't just say: Master, I'm going to take off my clothes, please move?

It seems that he is inexplicably hypocritical... Both of them are men, and they are in a master-student relationship. At Rong Yan's age of more than 200 years, looking at him as a 14-year-old boy-it is probably similar to looking at a little furry child.

Thinking of this, Chu Qiumo was no longer awkward.

Standing by the pool, he began to untie the brocade belt around his waist, and after taking off his outer shirt, he was about to take off his jacket, but at this moment he suddenly had a strange feeling, which made people feel a little hairy, his fingertips were He paused on his trousers, but couldn't help but look back.

Just this one glance made his face turn red.

Rong Yan was standing on the third step, dressed in white clothes like snow, with a clear appearance, like an immortal who was unreachable in the nine heavens, and this immortal was watching him take off his clothes without avoiding it.

There was no lust in his eyes, nor any embarrassment or shame, as if this was a perfectly normal thing. In comparison, Chu Qiumo felt that his thoughts were too evil. Rong Yan has practiced the ruthless way for many years, and I'm afraid he didn't even know it. In the world of mortals, I really think too much ==

Rong Yan: "What are you dawdling about?"

Chu Qiumo: "...(⊙o⊙) Oh."

The young man turned his head, and his fingers began to unbutton his clothes nimbly again. Because he was spoiled since he was a child, his skin was as white as the spiritual spring in the soup pool, with a faint luster like jade.

Rong Yan narrowed his eyes.

thump--

Chu Qiumo jumped down quickly, but suddenly shouted with distorted expression, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

It was like countless needles being stuck on the body, piercing the flesh and blood, and penetrating into the bone marrow. Almost instantly, he became dizzy, and the young man cried hoarsely with tears in his eyes, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Rong Yan is a scam!Professional pit apprentice!

There was a constant splashing sound from the pure white spiritual spring, and the young man violently slapped the water surface with his hands, splashing water.

Rong Yan said coldly, "Don't faint, or the time will be doubled."

Probably really dazzled by the pain, the young man threw himself on his edge and cursed, "Rong Yan, you crazy! It hurts me to death!"

He tried to swim to the shore, and the unsuspecting pain was almost fatal!If he had known in advance and prepared himself mentally, he wouldn't have been in such pain!

Rong Yan had lowered his eyes when he heard the young man call his name directly, and when he saw the young man's movements, he sneered even more, "Sneaky, cowardly, greedy for life and afraid of death, disrespectful, as expected, I It's still too indulgent for you."

Every time he said a word, the temperature in the cave dropped by a fraction, and the young man who was still fluttering in the spiritual spring couldn't help shivering.

The man lifted his wrist lightly and pressed down, and the powerful spirit world rushed towards the young man, pinning Chu Qiumo in the center of the Lingquan and unable to move, Rong Yanfu said again, "Yuehuaquan is caused by the aura of the weather. It takes ten thousand years to get such a pool, and ordinary people only have one drop and they have to keep it safe, but you don’t know the goods.”

The young man's face was full of anger. His personality was perverse and domineering. He was the only one who bullied others since he was a child. It is not easy to pretend to be good in front of the master these days. He said violently, "I just don't know the goods! Let it go I am going out!"

Rong Yan was unmoved at all.

Although I have admiration for Master, but I have never been in close contact since I was a child. It is like a parent who has ignored you for many years and suddenly one day forces you to do something you don’t want to do. Although you know it is for your own good, But not many people will accept it.

Not to mention that the process is so painful! ! ! !

Chu Qiumo is a standard delicate young master, afraid of pain, suffering, darkness and ghosts, especially this damn sensitive and delicate body, if it hurts seven points, it can be raised to ten points!

But until the boy's voice became hoarse, Rong Yan had no intention of letting him out.

"Rong Yan... you're cruel... oh!"

The young man in the Lingquan finally exhausted his strength, curled up like a small shrimp, wept weakly, his face was almost transparent, he had no strength, and he could only let those needle-like pains be imposed on his body , twitching from time to time.

The steaming mist dyed the young man's lips bright red and seductive, and that extremely beautiful little face shrunk in pain, like a little rabbit that couldn't resist being flattened by a hunter, innocent and cruel.

Rong Yan didn't know why, but suddenly felt a slight pain in his heart.

He is not good at comforting, and he said the words of concern, but he said them very plainly, "This is the psychic liquid for transforming the body, and it is very good for you."

The young man was crying silently, his eyelashes as black as crow feathers were wet, he bit his lips tightly, almost bleeding, "I don't need your favor!"

Rong Yan lowered his brows coldly, and completely let go of the bit of unbearable feeling in his heart, "I don't know what's good or bad."

The man stood by the spirit pool for a while, and seeing that the boy showed no signs of fainting, he turned and left indifferently.

"Depend on!"

In fact, people are very strange creatures. If someone is with you when you are injured and in severe pain, even if you don’t say anything, you will feel much better. But if you are left alone, the feeling will be magnified several times. have become sensitive.

Because he had nothing to do, the pain he felt was extraordinarily clear.

Rong Yan, the big bastard!

But it's good to leave, don't be afraid of being exposed, Chu Qiumo took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Jiu, block the pain for me."

Xiao Jiu: "Enen, host, the blackening value is already two and a half stars."

Chu Qiumo asked in surprise, "When did it happen?"

Xiao Jiu: "When you scolded him just now =="

Chu Qiumo: "..."

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Three days later, Rong Yan came back.

At this time, the young man in the pure white spirit spring was already dying, leaving only a faint trace of consciousness. After being nourished by the spirit spring, his skin became fairer and more tender, as if he was born from the spirit spring, which made people move. Do not open your eyes.

It's like a young kitten with its teeth and claws removed. It looks weak and sluggish, but it has an inexplicable beauty that is breathtaking.

Rong Yan was a little surprised.

He thought that with his youthful temperament, he would not be able to survive this time, and he was ready to do it again. It was because the character of this little apprentice was too soft, not the domineering way he showed, but the real However, if you want to go on the road of cultivating immortals for a long time, mental weakness, fear of pain, impetuousness... are all fatal.

The face of the cold and fairy-like man softened rarely. He walked down to the pool, bent over and picked up the little apprentice. His wide sleeves almost completely covered the young man's body. He said softly, "Go to sleep."

The young man groaned slightly, the pain in the pool seemed to have left aftereffects, even if he was touched lightly by a man at this moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable, "It hurts..."

The familiar stabbing pain in my heart reappeared.

Rong Yan frowned and felt carefully, not letting go of the slightest bit. Immortal cultivators should have a complete grasp of their own body, but he is even more...

No poisoning, no injuries, no demons, everything is normal.

The young man in his arms had already fallen into a deep sleep, Rong Yan sighed, for the first time he was not so sure of the way in his heart.