The eyes stained with water vapor were covered with a thin layer of light, Feng Tinghan subconsciously rubbed the knuckles in his hand, then suddenly startled, he shook his arm under Fu Siqian's gaze, and said aggrievedly: "Master, it hurts. "

Fu Siqian withdrew his hand, turned around, and said in a muffled voice, "Endure it."

The forest leaves in the distance were rustling, everything was shrouded in his consciousness, Fu Siqian didn't need to turn his head to know that behind him, Feng Tinghan was smiling lightly with his eyes narrowed.

"Master, are you shy?"

There was a lot of wind and moon, the stars were everywhere, and the radiance was scattered in the hot spring pool. Fu Siqian was dressed in the moonlight, his brows were slightly raised, and he smiled silently.

shy?

Candle lamps were lit inside the house, and it was bright.

The wound medicine was very irritating, and as soon as the medicine powder touched the wound, Feng Tinghan shivered, his face wrinkled like a steamed bun filled with soup, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Fu Sigan was amused, and patted his forehead: "Why don't you talk, are you shy?"

Too much vengeance, Feng Tinghan silently slandered, overcame the pain, just about to speak, when Fu Siqian sighed slightly: "Forget it."

A bit of coolness brushed over his neck, his body suddenly couldn't move, Feng Tinghan's eyes widened in shock, this guy actually cast a holding spell on him!

The medicine powder was quickly poured on the wound, from the shoulder to the chest, the burning sensation was continuous, as if a fire had been lit, and the whole body was sweating.

Feng Tinghan's complexion was like paper, he gasped uncontrollably, beads of sweat rolled down the corners of his forehead, the corners of his eyes turned red, and the soft peach eyes glistened with water.

Fu Siqian was startled, his hands shook, and the powder fell down again.

"Master, slow down." Feng Tinghan moaned, "I'm in pain."

Yin Ci was standing at the door with the soup in his hand, wondering whether he should knock on the door or not, it seemed that she came at an inopportune time.

The spiritual consciousness of the cultivators during the Tribulation Transcendence period was strong, and Fu Siqian had noticed it as early as when Yin Ci approached the Broken Jade Palace. He suppressed his mind, waved and opened the door: "Come in."

Yin Ci rubbed his nose and entered the door with a medicine bowl in his hand. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the person on the bed, his eyes revealed surprise, and he only had one thought in his mind: This man is too good-looking.

Fu Siqian undid the fixing spell, pulled Feng Tinghan's clothes on his shoulders, and stood in front of him without any trace: "I just applied medicine to his wound, and the medicine seems to be a bit irritating."

Yin Ci came back to his senses, blushing and hurriedly replied: "The wound medicine is very effective, and it won't leave scars after it heals. This is a decoction to treat internal injuries. Take it while it's hot. If, if you feel uncomfortable Wherever you are, just go to Yaoshitang to find me."

Fu Siqian took the medicine and looked at her expressionlessly: "It's late at night, I won't give it away."

Yin Ci looked at this man's face, which was darker than the night, and turned around resolutely with a trembling heart.

Feng Tinghan's head was buzzing chaotically. He lay down on the couch, smelling the bitter medicinal fragrance, he couldn't help frowning, his eyes filled with disgust.

Fu Siqian approached with the medicine bowl: "Come here and drink the medicine."

Feng Tinghan let out a long breath, lowered his eyelids and said obediently: "Master, put it on the table, I will drink it myself later."

"While it's hot." Fu Siqian glanced at him.

"Master, it's getting late, you've worked so hard for so long, it's time to take a rest." Feng Tinghan shrank back into the bed, "I'll just drink the medicine myself later."

Fu Siqian looked at him suspiciously: "You have other things to do after you finish drinking, hurry up, don't dawdle."

"My body is fine, and I have taken medicine for the external injury. The internal injury is not serious." Feng Tinghan observed his expression, hesitantly said, "Master, can I stop taking the medicine?"

Fu Siqian raised his eyebrows, knelt down on the bed with one leg, and dragged the person over with his legs: "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. You are so old, are you afraid of taking medicine?"

Feng Tinghan kicked his legs and struggled: "Master, please let me go, this medicine smells very bitter, I really can't drink it!"

Amused by his rascal look, Fu Siqian coaxed him like a child: "Hey, drink the medicine yourself, or I'll pour it in for you."

Feng Tinghan hated the bitter taste of the medicine the most, and would rather be stabbed twice than take a sip of the medicine. He took a sneak look at Fu Sigan, shook his head firmly, covered his face and pretended to be dead.

Tsk, self-deception, Fu Siqian was half amused and half helpless, didn't talk nonsense, as said before, pinched the "dead corpse"'s chin, slowly and carefully poured the soup into it.

At the end, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the medicine juice on his hands, and said absently while wiping: "If you still don't take medicine in the future, Master, I don't mind helping you pour it again."

Feng Tinghan was lying on the couch with his head down, his tongue was full of bitterness, his whole body was uncomfortable, he didn't say a word, he was still angry about what happened just now.

Fu Siqian patted his head, and a drop of blood condensed on the palm of his hand: "I forgot to tell you before, there are rules for entering my sect, and I will plant a heart-soul spell on you, this spell can track the soul, if you encounter danger , I can perceive your position, so I can protect you conveniently."

The Heart and Soul Mantra is famous in the cultivation world, not because it is so powerful, on the contrary, it is precisely because it has little effect.This curse needs blood and blood to plant a seal on the soul. As long as the soul is not extinguished, no matter how far apart, the caster can rely on the power of the seal to find the person who has been sealed.

Fu Siqian gave it an easy-to-understand name: Human GPS.

You can't lie to me just because I'm a mortal, which school has such wicked rules? !

He didn't even care about being fed a bowl of medicine just now, Feng Tinghan stared at the blood beads in front of him and made a mistake, apprenticeship was enough to humiliate him, yet he still wanted to cast the Heart and Soul Curse.

The heart's blood is extremely precious to those who cultivate immortals. Except for loving Taoist companions, he has never heard of anyone who is willing to plant a useless curse with his heart's blood. Does this Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable have a brain?

This kind of heart and soul curse is his own idea. Fu Siqian looked at the dripping blood and explained: "As a teacher, you can't always be by your side. The heart and soul curse is a guarantee. It is not harmful to your body, so you don't need to worry about it."

How can there be no harm, the harm can be great!If he leaves Wuji Mountain in the future, this heart and soul curse will definitely be a big trouble.

Seeing that Feng Tinghan was in a daze, Fu Siqian didn't know how to undo it, thinking that cutting the mess with a sharp knife is the kingly way, so taking advantage of Feng Tinghan's inattention, he immediately planted the curse seal.

A fine blood-colored silk thread emerged from the wrist of the left hand, slowly extending towards the fingertips, and the heart-soul curse was from the heart to the left hand, and the red thread was connected, and the curse was completed.

The soul is immortal, and there is no solution to this curse.

Now that the curse has been completed, Feng Tinghan's eyes darkened, and he almost fell to the ground. Zhao Yuan, who killed a thousand swords, really deserves to die!

A dozen or so methods of torturing Fu Siqian came to Feng Tinghan's mind, and he was going to try them one by one after his cultivation recovered, making up his mind to make this person die in unbearable pain.

Fu Siqian watched the red thread disappear with satisfaction. From then on, he and Feng Tinghan were tied together. He took out a jade bracelet from his bosom, and said, "This is a storage bracelet, named "Chaosi", you can carry it with you. If you want to accept things, I will give it to you as a gift of apprenticeship. "

The jade bracelet is warm and moist in the hand, only as wide as the little finger, and the whole body is translucent and radiant. The bracelet is carved with lotus-like patterns, and the word "Chaosi" is written on the inside.

Feng Tinghan took the jade bracelet with a delicate expression.

He recognized this bracelet, which was made by master craftsman Song Xian in order to pursue his beloved, and it can be used as a living thing.Back then, Song Xian made a pair, namely "Chaosi" and "Musang". Coincidentally, "Musai" was also in his hands.

After Song Xian's death, no one in the world has ever made a storage bracelet that can hold living things, and "Chaosi" and "Twilight" have become the best in storage magic tools.Such a precious thing is given away as soon as it is offered, I have to say, this Zhaoyuan Immortal Venerable is very generous.

"do not like?"

"like."

Feng Tinghan readily admits that he loves to collect all kinds of top-quality instruments in his life, and he has always wanted to collect "Morning Thoughts" and "Twilight Thoughts", but he can't find it.Now he hit the right way and got "Wan Xiang" without any effort, he touched the small characters in the bracelet, and planned to give him a good time when he killed this person in the future.

Fu Siqian didn't know that he had unintentionally pleased Feng Tinghan, he had no idea about the treasures of this world, he only thought that this bracelet was too feminine and it would be a waste to leave it alone, so he simply made it a gift and gave it away.Unexpectedly, Feng Tinghan would like it so much, he smiled and said badly: "As a teacher, I know you will like it, put it on quickly."

"..." This storage bracelet was originally given to the girl by Song Xian, and it is no different from her daughter's jewelry in every way. He has not worn it for many years after he got "Wu Xiang". "Master?"

Fu Siqian's smile grew stronger, pretending to be puzzled, and asked: "Why, don't you like it again?"

"I like it." Feng Tinghan put the jade bracelet on his wrist, gritted his teeth and smiled, "Thank you, Master."

The spring water kisses the blade, and the beautiful jade is naturally beautiful.

Although Feng Tinghan is a man, but his wrist is whiter than that of a girl's, Fu Siqian praised sincerely: "This bracelet is very suitable for you."

In the middle of the night, Fu Sigan left after a few instructions.

After confirming that no one was there, Feng Tinghan mobilized his spiritual power to run along the meridians of his whole body, walked through a big cycle, and already understood the injuries on his body.

The main reason is that the poison in the poison is difficult to detox, I don't know what kind of strange poison it is, as soon as he sensed that something was wrong, he immediately started to force out the poison, but he still got it.Now most of her cultivation has been sealed, and even her appearance and figure have changed, making her look younger.

Feng Tinghan propped his chin, recalling what happened before, he was invited to the banquet, but was tricked halfway, the person who came was obviously premeditated, the most important thing was that he was hiding in the illusory world, and he didn't know about the Mustard Seed Realm used to save his life tracked.

There were tens of thousands of mustard seeds, but the most important one was lost. Feng Tinghan felt upset, took the medicine bowl and threw it on the ground, and only realized after falling, he quickly used his spiritual power to support the medicine bowl.

There are quite a few people who know his whereabouts, and not many people can do this, it must be the people around him.Feng Tinghan made seals with his hands, and the cyan streamer formed a sound transmission symbol, which slowly dissipated into the air with the touch of his fingertips.

Although he encountered a catastrophe this time, he did not gain nothing, Feng Tinghan stroked "Chaosi" on his wrist, and curled his lips.

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