Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

"This apricot blossom grove is too big, and the terrain is higher than Xianzong. Although I feel the aura is compelling, but I can't see the face of the fairy tale at all. I was lured by Mr. Shuang and walked around for a day and a night." Shen Wulan was really puzzled why he did this.

"If it's simply that he doesn't want us to enter the end of Fangfei, then he can show us the way and let us make a detour by ourselves, and then it can return to the end of Fangfei. Why should he follow us to detour?" Luo Zhiyu is also rare. analyzed carefully.

"He doesn't really like me, does he want to spend more time with me?" Luo Zhiyu suddenly smiled playfully.He is quite confident about his looks.

"Put away my supercilious eyes! Thank you!" Shen Wulan laughed angrily at him.

The two analyzed for a while, but did not come up with any satisfactory answer.Finally, I concluded that Mo Wenshuang's behavior is confusing, except for the coldness and radiating injuries, her personality is really a little weird.

No matter what the two palm masters said or what the disciples of Xianzong talked secretly, they had seen it with their own eyes.Mo Wenshuang is really confusing.For example, if you are sick, you don’t care if you have an injury; for example, you must fall asleep at Haishi, and no matter whether Luo Zhiyu is asking questions or telling him jokes excitedly, he will go back to the room; and there are five days in the middle of each month. We entered the ancient dream; I don’t know how to wear more when the weather is cold, and change to thinner ones when it’s hot; there’s also bumps and bleeding, and I don’t yell when it hurts, and sometimes I don’t know where I’m hurt.

In addition, Mo Wenshuang seems a little afraid of meeting people's eyes, except that when he is angry, he will look at you, but he will move away quickly.

Luo Zhiyu was extremely curious about him, and the other party seemed to be some unsolved mystery, which made him uncontrollably want to explore and reveal the secret.

Especially, what is hidden in his heart, about that third brother?About his dad?The thing that made him into this strange appearance was like a hook, hooking on Luo Zhiyu.Moreover, his relationship with his mother, Mrs. Bai, doesn't seem to be very good. It's because of his unilateral intimacy.

The two Yujians fell on the roof of Gumengyin's house, and as soon as they stood still, they were dragged down by a white light.

Mo Wenshuang slightly raised her eyes, and her eyes fell on Luo Zhiyu's lips.

A small red mouth that can pinch water, with a flattering grin, the teeth are as white as shellfish, and the curvature is perfect.

"Young Master Shuang, are you happy that we come to play with you during the day?"

Standing in front of the pink and green lotus pond, Mo Wenshuang, who was dressed in a snow-colored thin shirt, was absolutely immortal, even more elegant than the immortals in the paintings.He didn't respond, his eyes didn't change.

His attitude and reaction have always been like this, Luo Zhiyu is used to it.

Shen Wulan resolved the embarrassment: "Mr. Shuang, we brought some elixir, which is used to remove the evil spirit in the body. It was developed by my father and Brother Luo's father. I used to go out with him to catch monsters. They all use this medicine to take a bath. A few days ago, you were unwell and your blood was moving. Yin evil is easy to provoke, we are worried that you will..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Mo Wenshuang shook his head lightly.

Refused.

Normally, Luo Zhiyu and the others had already guessed the result.Apart from being able to write and tell them how to cultivate, Mo Wenshuang would be rejected for anything else.

"We know that you have strong spiritual power, so you don't care about those things. But it's the same as having a full meal and drinking some soup. It's beneficial and harmless!" Luo Zhiyu grabbed his arm and shook it.

Mo Wenshuang twitched her hand, but the grip was even tighter, so she didn't move again.

Shen Wulan, who was arranging the elixir at the side, had already learned to transform things out of thin air, and one thought could transform what he needed.He looked at Mo Wenshuang who didn't reject people very much, no, it was Mo Wenshuang who didn't reject Luo Zhiyu very much, and he had a subtle thought in his heart.

He would try his best to avoid the touch of his two older brothers, but gradually he became more and more accepting of Luo Zhiyu's rascally "taking advantage".

No, really fell in love with Luo Zhiyu, right?

"Hey, hey, stop shaking, Mr. Shuang's shoulder injury is still not healed." Shen Wulan reminded.

Luo Zhiyu's face suddenly tightened, and he let go of his hand lightly: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you were injured."

Mo Wenshuang's eyes showed a slight sense of hindsight: I also forgot that I was injured.

"Junior Brother Shen, hemostatic medicine!" Luo Zhiyu suddenly shouted nervously.

It was really suitable for the occasion, Mo Wenshuang's shoulders were bloody red, dyed through the snow clothes, hanging like a big peony.

"Don't you feel pain? Just yell if it hurts! It's all my fault, I broke the incision you just made! Also, why don't you repair it yourself? What are you doing next to each other? You're so stupid!" Luo Zhiyu blamed himself and felt distressed.

Mo Wenshuang lowered her head, a soft look appeared in her eyes.Instead of resenting and rejecting his concern before.

There was a "stab".Luo Zhiyu tore off his clothes, revealing the skin that was almost the same as the clothes, the blood color was more obvious, and the pink flesh at the sword wound was rolled up, making the people who watched feel astringent.

Mo Wenshuang, whose ears turned red in an instant, clutched her naked upper body, stepped back a few steps in a panic, stepped on the ground, and fell into the lotus pond on her back, while the horse gnawing on the lotus leaves neighed in shock With a sound.

"Master Shuang!" Luo Zhiyu tore off his clothes and turned to get the hemostatic medicine from Shen Wulan, and then he heard a "plop" and the horse barked.

Shen Wulan hurriedly jumped down from the lotus pond, while complaining that Luo Zhiyu suddenly tore up his clothes and didn't give him any preparations, while apologizing to Mo Wenshuang.Not daring to touch his body rashly, she reached out to pull him up.

But Mo Wenshuang didn't seem to hear or see. He stared straight at his left shoulder. Because of the violent movement, the opening was split open, the blood flowed faster, and the water entered again. pain.

There was a slight twinkle in his eyes, as if a smile flashed past with a surge of sadness.Suddenly he picked up water and splashed it on his wound.

Two soft calls and ups and downs!

"The water is dirty! Don't use pool water to wash the wound, it will be infected!" Shen Wulan tried to stop it, but Mo Wenshuang avoided it and continued to splash water, and the slight pain continued to come.There was a layer of mist in his eyes, it was extremely red, and his cold and empty expression made people feel inexplicably tugged.

Pain is considered atonement.He said something in his heart.

"Luo Zhiyu, why are you so dazed! Come here and help Mr. Shuang up!" Shen Wulan yelled anxiously, not being able to get close to Mo Wenshuang.

Luo Zhiyu's mood was extremely complicated.When he first fell into the water, he was like a fairy in the world falling into a flower.The water light reflected gold, reflected on the handsome face covered with water droplets, with a little panic, it was so beautiful that it made people feel pitiful.At that moment, Luo Zhiyu felt a thump in his heart.

He suddenly splashed water on the wound, and suddenly his expression changed slightly. Luo Zhiyu felt a bit of masochism on his body.Every time he gets hurt, he doesn't care about it, he lives next to him, and he doesn't talk about the pain, just to make himself uncomfortable.He firmly believed in his feelings and speculations at this time.

But why?

His heart, which had been throbbing just now, instantly ached.It's not that Luo Zhiyu doesn't want to drag him out, but he feels that Mo Wenshuang is extremely willing to do so at this moment.

"Luo Zhiyu!" Shen Wulan yelled at him again.

He frowned, got into the pool, and grabbed Mo Wenshuang's hand: "If you want to play in the water, let's go to the medicated bath! You can play for as long as you want! I'll accompany you." This tone wished to rub against all the hardness in the world of stubborn stone.

Mo Wenshuang glanced at the tip of his nose, cruising around twice, failing to meet the blazing distressed gaze, slowly lowered his eyes, and after a little silence, he nodded his head.

Shen Wulan blinked, a little startled and a little sour.

Also a disciple of the Immortal Sect, Mo Wenshuang's acceptance of Luo Zhiyu and himself was completely different, which made him a little inferior.

And Luo Zhiyu had been friends with him for ten years, since he came to Mianwujing, he felt that his position was replaced by Mo Wenshuang, whom he was not even familiar with.

In the past, Luo Zhiyu could not forget Shen Wulan in every sentence, but now he can't forget Mo Wenshuang in every sentence.

Shen Wulan felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Therefore, Mengyin's bathing pool is very spacious, paved with warm jade, and natural spring water is introduced, exuding warm currents and emitting a slightly sweet fragrance.

Luo Zhiyu put a lot of elixir to remove the yin and evil spirits, and the faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine permeated the dense water vapor, and the color of the water gradually turned from clear to translucent brown.

"Young Master Shuang, go in." Luo Zhiyu looked at his wound, he didn't say anything, he also put a medicinal powder for removing putrefaction and promoting muscle growth in the pool.

Mo Wenshuang was dressed in the wind and did not move.

Shen Wulan pulled Luo Zhiyu and walked out of the bathing pool. That person was easily shy and lived alone all year round, so how could he be ashamed to take off his clothes and take a bath in front of two men who were not close to each other.

Walking outside the bath, Luo Zhiyu broke free from his hand, feeling a little depressed: "I want to watch him, I'm afraid he will do something to hurt me again."

"Who do you think you are, my Young Master Luo! He is our patriarch, don't treat yourself as a savior. Even if you have a kind heart, a kind heart, and a sick person, please, he is not the only one in this world, Mr. Shuang. Injured! Don't you always pester others like a dog's skin and plaster?" Shen Wulan's tone was not very good, she raised her hand, rolled up her sleeves, her arm was bruised and slightly swollen, and people who saw the dense small cuts felt numb. "I was also injured. I followed you to show off and compete with Zhuang Yan. I was afraid that you would get hurt. You didn't see how many times I was bitten by evil spirits when I was hunting evil, did you? You never asked me when you came back to Mianwujing, Luo Zhi Yu, your kindness is placed on someone who doesn't pay much attention to you at all, where do you feel comfortable?"

"Brother Shen...I..." Luo Zhiyu looked at his arm, his eyes turned red, "Your medical skills are better than mine, and you always laugh at me when you get hurt because of me, just take some medicine yourself. .I care about you, but you always dislike me for talking too much, saying that it's not my nature...I...it's not that I don't care about you, I thought you didn't need...you always spoil me. "

Indeed, Shen Wulan treated him like her own younger brother and watched him grow up with her own eyes.From the age of eight to ten years, how many injuries he suffered, how much scolding he endured, how many blames he bore, and how many trivial matters he solved, he never complained.

Luo Zhiyu's kindness to him is also countless!The relationship between the two is so deep that no one has ever intervened or shared it!Shen Wulan is used to it, he is used to Luo Zhiyu thinking about himself first, talking about himself, and sharing all the delicious and fun things with himself. In the past, he told himself stories and gossips endlessly, and he thought he was annoying .Now he is thinking about Mo Wenshuang, he is not used to it at all, he feels that Luo Zhiyu's attitude towards Mo Wenshuang is no longer simply wanting to treat him.

But what kind of attitude and emotion should that be, he didn't know.

A poor-looking person who cares about him for more than ten years?This is incomprehensible and unreasonable!

The voices of the two were not too low, and they seemed to have forgotten that there was another person in the bath.

Mo Wenshuang buried her whole body in the water, letting her shoulders hurt slightly.Looking at the door, he blamed himself and felt guilty: "I'm sorry, A Luo, I'm not worthy of your concern... I caused Shen Wulan to lose my temper with you..."

A circle of tears stained the eyes red, but did not fall.

"Father, Mother, brother Ah Yu, when my sins are atoned enough and you calm down, I will not live in the world. I... always bring bad things to others... I am an extremely annoying existence ..."