Master, he feeds wolves with his body

The time on the Yanyun Terrace always passed quickly, the leaves turned green and green, the Phoenix flowers bloomed and withered, and the wild geese came and went several times.

Three years have passed, and Xiao Yi has become a senior brother who is regarded as a model by younger disciples, and has become a "disciple of other people's family" praised by other elders.

It's not a genius to describe it as one month to build the foundation and three months to form the alchemy.

At that time, Mo Zishu, the eldest disciple under Elder Xia's seat, was able to walk sideways in the new generation of Canglang Pavilion by virtue of his great achievements in forming alchemy in one year.

The last such a heaven-defying existence has already lived in Yanyun Terrace and became the head of Canglang Pavilion.

——Back then, Gu He's 78-day alchemy had become a legend in Canglang Pavilion, and now Xiao Yi has attracted everyone's attention.

When Xiao Yi passed by a group of chattering female disciples, the noisy laughter would stop abruptly, and when he walked a little farther, the female disciples behind him would chatter again, accompanied by a few excited voices. scream.

The most talented, best-looking, and most promising person on the Mountain of No Return walked by, enough for them to talk about it for several days.

Speaking of good looks, Gu He should be the most beautiful.

In private, they would also gather together to discuss, and praised the head of Gu for "the accumulation of stones is like jade, and the pines are like emeralds. Lang Yan is unique, unparalleled in the world"; Drunk, towering like a jade mountain, it will collapse."

Finally, I feel that the goddess has a heart, and the king has no dreams.

Because the head of Gu is really too cold, people and animals are not allowed to enter within three meters, and one look drives away dozens of Huaichun girls.

Good-looking is good-looking, but unfortunately they dare not look at it presumptuously.

Now that there is a handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, they have a more suitable partner to release their redundant girlish hearts.

What's more, this elegant young man just broke through the out-of-body period last month and entered the distraction period.

The future is boundless.

Xiao Yi was rushing back with big strides.

Half a month ago, Master retreated, and he went down the mountain to eliminate demons.Counting the time, it would be today when the master left the customs, so he hurried back.

In his arms was a roasted sweet potato, which he bought when he was out of the city, and he could smell the aroma from afar.

Master should like this kind of fragrant, sweet and soft stuff.

When Gu He left the customs early in the morning, he received the sound transmission talisman left by Xiao Yi.

"Master, there are evil spirits in Langcheng. I will get rid of the demons. If there is no accident, I will come back after you leave the customs. The saponins are on the stone next to the hot spring, and there is your favorite plum blossom wine next to it. Master." Don't be greedy for coolness, use spiritual power to warm it up before drinking; dry your hair after bathing, it's easy to catch a cold when it's wet, and you can't blow it in the yard with wet hair! Master wait for me!"

"Whispering!" Two words spit out from thin lips, and the figure of head Gu appeared in the hot spring.

The hot spring is in the northeast corner of Yanyuntai, surrounded by trees, and the pool is surrounded by mist. Soaking for a while is really refreshing.

Gu He took a sip of plum blossom wine, the taste was mellow, and the aroma of the wine slid down his throat.

Because of having a well-behaved and sensible student, Gu He's life is much more enjoyable.

After leaving the hot spring, I wandered lazily back to the yard and lay down on the deck chair under the tree.

When Xiao Yi came back, he saw a picture of a beauty sleeping in spring.

Probably not long after coming out of the hot spring, the face of the master was rosy.

The phoenix eyes were closed, and the wind was blowing, and the eyelashes trembled slightly.

The cross-collared snow-colored robe was a little loose because of his movements, revealing a piece of delicate and soft white skin.

A strand of wet hair was stuck to the Adam's apple, and it fluttered up and down under the blowing of the wind.

"Well," Gu He opened his eyes when he sensed someone approaching, "I'm back."

Xiao Yi didn't answer, and went straight into the room, and came out with a towel in his hand.

"Master didn't listen to the disciple's sound transmission talisman." Xiao Yi complained softly while brushing his hair lightly.

"Listen." Gu He rubbed his eyes with his hands, feeling a little tired.

"Drying wet hair is not good."

"It's okay for those who cultivate immortals." The movement of rubbing his eyes paused, "What's the smell?"

Xiao Yi took out an oiled paper bag from his arms: "I saw it when I was out of the city, so I brought it back. It's still hot. Master, taste it."

Gu He took the sweet potato with his hand and sat up.

The sweet aroma hits the nostrils, and the soft sweet potato skin has a honey-like luster, which makes people more appetizing.

"Bring it in your arms?"

"It won't taste good when it's cold."

"It's okay, just warm up your spiritual power."

After saying this, the actions of the two people stopped at the same time.

Gu He: All the disciples who have taken the magic training class know about this kind of thing, how could Xiao Yi not know about it?What's more... hair can also use spiritual power... and it can be dried by heating it?

Xiao Yi's hand wiping Master's hair froze for a moment, and a touch of red appeared in his ears.

"That's different," Xiao Yi forcefully explained: "Master said that we should use spells in the right way."

Gu He: "..."

In order to ease the suffocating atmosphere, Gu He decided to change the topic first: "Leave to Kunlun Ruins in three days, you go pack your things."

After wiping the last strand of hair, Xiao Yi said with a smile, "Okay."

three days later.

The news that the master is going to take his disciples down the mountain seems to have grown wings and flew all over the mountain of no return.

Elder Xia led a group of disciples to bid farewell to the two masters and apprentices outside the mountain gate.

"Chaowu Yun is wandering outside and hasn't come back yet. With you leaving, I'm the only one left among us three brothers." Xia Qiyue's hearty voice was filled with a bit of sadness.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." Gu He was not very good at this kind of occasion.

The more Xia Qi wanted to pat his little junior brother on the shoulder, thinking that he was not used to being in contact with people, he withdrew his hand again, "You don't have to worry about the affairs of Canglang Pavilion, I will take care of it."

Gu He: "I'm not worried."

Xiao Yi let out a "poof" laugh, and was glanced at by his master, and touched the bridge of his nose with his hand as if to cover up.

Fortunately, Xia Qiyue was used to his way of speaking, so it was not surprising.

Xia Qiyue beckoned, and Mo Zishu behind him presented a box made of huanghuali rosewood, which opened into a sable cloak.

"The extreme north is bitterly cold and windy and frosty. You have never been there before. I can feel more at ease when I bring it."

"Okay." Gu He closed the lid, cast a spell, and the box turned into a ball the size of a baby's fist, and was put into the sleeve.

Gu He looked up at Xia Qiyue, as if waiting for him to finish speaking.

Xia Qiyue choked upon seeing this look, and asked tentatively: "Xi Zhi, do you have anything else to say to senior brother?"

Gu He shook his head, "Brother, I'm leaving."

Seeing that the two people's backs were getting smaller and smaller, Elder Xia also turned and left.

Only a few young disciples stood there and whispered

"Tell me, does Master Gu dislike Elder Xia?"

"How is it possible? These two people grew up together. They both said that the whole thing does not return to the mountain. Back then, Elder Xia and Elder Chaowu were the best for the sect master."

"Then why is it that farewell is imminent, and the leader doesn't even have any expression?"

"Maybe to be the head of the sect is to be expressionless, which is called style." A twelve or thirteen-year-old disciple confidently speculated.

"Don't talk nonsense, I know about it."

"Let's hear it." Hearing that there was something inside, several people came over.