The master of cultivating immortals protects me

The scar is healed and the pain is forgotten.

When the physical pain has passed, there is only one word "pain" in memory, but no matter how much the person recalls the specific pain, the person concerned will not feel too much, because it has passed.

Xu Xiaofeng felt this way at the moment. He vaguely remembered that he was lifted up by a monster who turned into a master, but that was not the most painful. In his impression, he seemed to have experienced blood vessels being split and reorganized inch by inch, and his muscles being ripped apart by others. Torn and slowly healed, the inhuman pain of skin being ripped apart and then stitched together.

It's just that those painful memories were finally washed away by waves of warm pool water covering his body.

Xu Xiaofeng woke up, he sat on the bed in a daze, it seemed that there were too many complicated memories for him to absorb slowly, everything around him seemed brand new, including his body.

He is still him, but he feels different in many places.

Some fragments flashed through his mind quickly like lightning falling in the dark night sky and then disappeared, Xu Xiaofeng tried to catch them, they became broken and messy.

He looked down at his palms, and the originally fair palms became like two pieces of shiny jade. They seemed to have touched some beautiful things before, smooth and tight, and they turned pale under his palms. It was hot, and even shivered and shivered one after another.

But he couldn't remember what it was, as if there was a hard steel wall blocking his soft memory, no matter how rampant he was, he couldn't remember anything, obviously the truth was in his mind, but he just couldn't see it or touch it I realize that I don't remember anything but a cold wall and a lingering good feeling.

Xu Xiaofeng secretly swallowed his saliva. Could it be that he was still dreaming about spring when he was injured and unconscious?

It seemed that he had indeed had such a dream. He remembered that in the dream, he had a wonderful feeling of being surrounded by clear and warm pool water. He was free, swimming in the water like a fish.

Pale golden light particles fell into the pool, they were like the gentle night wind soothing his pain, he felt unprecedentedly satisfied.

He hugged these pale golden halos, they were as smooth and beautiful as they materialized in his arms, his fingertips traced their lines, the depressions seemed to be secluded valleys, and the uplifts seemed to be cold snow-capped mountains , they undulate into the most magnificent mountains in the world.

He turned into a flying bird in his dream, he spread his wings and pushed away the mountains and jungles blocking him, he was looking for the hidden shelter in the mountains and forests; he turned into a sharp knife in his dream He slashed through the huge boulders on his way forward, and pierced the sharp blade into the softest hinterland of the mountains: in his dream, he turned into a poisonous snake with bright red letters, he Wrapped tightly around the hot ground, leaving bloody marks one after another on the flat and smooth ground...

"woke up?"

The familiar voice awakened Xu Xiaofeng, who was still in a dream, and blinked quickly. Xu Xiaofeng, who was already sitting by the bed, looked up at the man who was walking by. It's just that the eyes that had just recovered were glued to the person who came, and they didn't even blink.

There is nothing wrong with the man in front of him being his master, but the feeling is completely different.

Without the unreality of the past that seemed to disappear at any time, the man standing in front of him with black hair seems to be a real existence with flesh and blood. If Xu Xiaofeng's special metaphor is used, it is a holographic projection and a real person. the difference.

What remains unchanged is probably the solemnity and nobility that the master exudes from the inside to the outside like a god all the time.

No, this solemn and elegant atmosphere became stronger, so strong that Xu Xiaofeng's knees were weak, if he was not sitting at this time, he would probably have knelt down.

"Master, Master?" The doubtful voice was full of surprise in Xu Xiaofeng's heart, Xu Xiaofeng who was still in a daze missed the strangeness that flashed away in Fenghuang's gentle eyebrows and eyes.

"What did you call me?" After the wind at the table, he stopped in his tracks, and his eyes, as deep as the sea, parted a trace of water.

Xu Xiaofeng trembled violently as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, his eyes widened and he slid down from the bed, knelt down on his knees, begging in horror: "Master, I was wrong, I didn't I shouldn’t listen to your words and run out privately, master, don’t drive me out of the master! Master, I don’t dare anymore, master, don’t want me!”

He lowered his body and put his hands on the ground, Xu Xiaofeng simply put his forehead on the back of his hands and kowtowed to admit his mistake, Fenghuang's "what did you call me" made Xu Xiaofeng misinterpret that the master didn't want him anymore, which scared him to no avail Acknowledge your mistake quickly.

Xu Xiaofeng, who was prostrate on the ground, never saw Feng Huang's pale face instantly, and naturally he couldn't see Master Li stunned for a moment after he finished saying these words.

Xu Xiaofeng hadn't heard the master's voice for a long time, Xu Xiaofeng's heart was so cold, thinking that he might never see the master again, Xu Xiaofeng felt uncomfortable all over his body as if he had fallen into a cold pool of thousands of miles, as if being pierced by thousands of arrows. Forbearance, his voice became trembling, and his forehead hit the cold ground again and again with a bang.

"Master, I was wrong. I will always listen to you from now on, and I will never mess around again!"

The sound of Xu Xiaofeng's kowtow brought Fenghuang back to his senses, suppressing the suffocating throbbing pain in his heart, Fenghuang stepped forward three or two times and wanted to stretch out his hands to help Xu Xiaofeng up, but his hands stopped in midair.

He caught a glimpse of the bruised and purple finger marks on his wrist, which cut his eyes like a icy cold blade. Fenghuang silently withdrew his hand, and gently stretched the sleeve a few points to completely cover his wrist. live.

"If I want to drive you out of the teacher's door, why should I save you?"

Taking two steps back, as if unable to support the weight of his body anymore, Fenghuang propped himself on the mahogany table with one hand and slowly fell back on the stool. His steady voice covered up all the subtle emotions hidden underneath. He has always been good at hiding His own emotions seemed a little ridiculous at this time.

"Really?" Xu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt that the boulder that had been pressing on him had been crushed into powder, and for a moment his whole body relaxed like a light feather.

Knowing that the master didn't scold him, he grinned like a flower. Xu Xiaofeng got up from the ground and saw a small hole in the ground. He touched his forehead in surprise, "Master, Did I knock out a hole in the ground just now? How did my head become so hard?"

If it was normal, Feng Huang would probably smile lightly and say something along with Xu Xiaofeng, but he is not in the mood now.

"Tell me, what do you remember?"

The voice that was too cold seemed to carry the cold wind that was swirling with dark clouds before the storm, Xu Xiaofeng shivered subconsciously, he secretly cried out, it's over, although the master didn't mean to kick him away, but the master seemed to be in a bad mood look.

As if back in the first grade, Xu Xiaofeng sat obediently on the edge of the bed with his knees together, folded his hands on his knees, and told his master what he had re-engraved. The sound made his head dizzy and he rushed out, and the monster came and lifted his heart out with a tiger.

"And then I don't remember anything." Xu Xiaofeng resolutely concealed that he rubbed around the room with the quilt in his arms, and that he had a strange and beautiful dream about spring when he was unconscious. Letting the master know is not to reprimand him coldly, but to really expel him from the master.

Xu Xiaofeng secretly clenched his fists, he must not let the master know that he fantasized about having sex with the master in his dream.

After not hearing the master's voice for a long time, Xu Xiaofeng secretly raised her head and looked at the master. The master who was sitting by the table had his hair loose for some reason, and his face was not as pale as before, like peach blossoms stained with rain and dew in the morning. Red, the whole person... the whole person is bathed in the sunlight coming in through the gaps in the windows, as if glowing, and the hair and skin are glowing with warm pale gold.

Xu Xiaofeng's eyes quietly fell on the master's lips. I don't know if he was dazzled, but why did he feel that the master's thin lips were much plumper than before, slightly swollen as if they had been bitten, like a familiar The transparent red fruit can overflow with sweet juice with just a bite.

Xu Xiaofeng secretly swallowed her saliva, carefully moved her eyes away from her toes, and couldn't look any longer.

"So...you don't remember anything that happened between when you were unconscious and when you woke up?" Feng Huang emphasized the word "completely", as if he had chewed hard.

"I don't remember." Xu Xiaofeng was still immersed in the aftertaste of lips, red fruit, and juice, and subconsciously opened his mouth to answer.

The fingers that were casually resting on the table were bent inwards and clenched into fists, then slowly loosened and returned to normal. Fenghuang looked at Xu Xiaofeng, who was too well-behaved, with a complicated expression. He lowered his voice, and said in a slightly hoarse voice. : "You rest first, and we can talk after I take a shower and change my clothes."

"Yes."

Xu Xiaofeng felt something was wrong after answering, did he hear correctly?

Bathing and changing?

Avatar needs to shower and change clothes?

etc!Could it be that what was in front of him just now was not the incarnation of the master but... the deity? !