The master of cultivating immortals protects me

The two lips that were dyed crimson because of the warmth of the hot soup moved up and down, and the voice became alive: "Reading other people's memories is equivalent to experiencing a life that does not belong to you, whether it is emotion or emotion. All will be affected accordingly. Immortal cultivation pays attention to carefully concentrating and not being disturbed by external objects. If you accidentally read the memory of a person with stronger mental power, it is likely to damage your own energy and spirit, and even lead to ecstasy. God is destroyed."

Gently tapped his forehead with his slender fingers, Feng Huang saw that the shock on Xu Xiaofeng's face was a little more intense, he raised his lips and smiled and said, "Do you still want to learn?"

"Then master, didn't you use a forbidden technique just now?" After the shock, Xu Xiaofeng's brows were wrinkled, and the cloud of gloom seemed to be the prelude of a storm.

"Cui Cui is just a weak woman, using her will not cause any harm to my teacher." In the past, Feng Huang would only explain a few simple sentences, but now he feels Xu Xiaofeng's worry and faint anger. He took the initiative to explain.

Feng Huang stretched out his hand to smooth Xu Xiaofeng's still frowning brows: "Are you worried about me?"

"Master, I am your apprentice. Of course I will worry about you. Even if you are very powerful, the forbidden technique is a forbidden technique after all, so it will affect it to some extent." I grabbed the hand that tried to smooth my brow, still in harmony with the memory. Xu Xiaofeng held Master's hand and sighed again and again, "Master, I know you did that for my own sake. Although Cuicui is unconscious, we can still learn from her after waking up. What the hell happened."

"You didn't do that because you knew that if we asked her like that, it would undoubtedly hurt the girl who was separated from her family again. Master, you are too kind to me." Holding the master's hand even harder, Xu Xiaofeng didn't He rubbed the master's hands together, trying to warm up the cold hands.

"No, I'm just afraid of trouble." Withdrawing his hand, the master picked up the soup bowl in front of him and said calmly before tasting, "I just don't want to hear the woman crying endlessly."

"Master, didn't you use the forbidden technique because you cared about me?" The tone of her voice rose immediately, Xu Xiaofeng sighed repeatedly with a mournful face, even a dead leaf falling from the treetop was more energetic than him, At this moment, it seems that there are four big words pressed on the top of Xu Xiaofeng's head - self-indulgence.

After lunch, while squatting in the yard washing dishes, Xu Xiaofeng told his master who was sitting under a tree to enjoy the shade.

He guessed that the tree demon was probably instigated by someone, and the reason might have something to do with a man. Before Xu Xiaofeng deliberately mentioned "your man" in front of the tree demon, he did not forget the nervousness and panic that the tree demon showed at that moment .

"How do you know that the tree demon has something to do with a man?" After listening to Xu Xiaofeng's narration, the master asked curiously. The posture of lying on the low couch is the same, laziness but without losing one's own bearing, and a simple movement has a certain sense of religious ceremony on the master.

Shaking the bowls and chopsticks in the clear water, Xu Xiaofeng shook the water on the ground vigorously: "I guessed, the blind cat encountered a dead mouse." When the word "love" was related, he just talked nonsense, and he really hit the point.

"Pack up and get ready to go out." Standing up from the bench, the master walked straight to the door where the dryad was imprisoned. "Wait for me a moment."