The villain, the big brother and the master are HE [Wearing the Book]

The stars are falling like falling stars, the shadows of the branches are swaying, and the small waterfall at the back of Fuchen Peak is rushing with water, splashing in all directions, falling into the black hair of the man in the middle of the pool.

Shen Suzhi suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a cold light in his eyes for a moment, as if the murderous intent in his eyes could be turned into reality, his whole body was tense, and his eyes followed closely the direction where his consciousness left.

After a while, his body gradually relaxed, and he realized who the master of that divine consciousness was.

In Fuchen Peak, except for Song Yan himself, it is impossible for anyone to cover the entire peak with divine sense, but he couldn't figure out why Song Yan would suddenly use divine sense to investigate.

Could it be that he discovered something?

The water was icy cold, and the frozen person trembled from his bones, but Shen Su's face did not show the slightest pain, his expression was calm, as if he had already gotten used to it.

Due to the collision of devil energy and spiritual energy, his body was already hot and hot. Only this pool of natural cold water could relieve some of the pain in his body, preventing him from unconsciously passing out.

The pain still continued, Shen Suzhi had no time to care about others, so he could only concentrate on resisting with all his might.

The mountain peak is silent, the birds are silent, only the splashing of the water, and the ticking sound of the water drops. A black shirt is neatly placed on the big rock by the water, and the splashed water seems to deliberately avoid the shirt. , as if there is an invisible barrier.

Shen Suzhi closed her eyes tightly, her lips turned white, her brows were tightly furrowed, cold sweat dripped into the water, and she couldn't tell the difference in the blink of an eye.

Shen Suzhi on one side was immersed in pain, while Song Yan on the other side was still terrified, as if the cold eyes that flashed at that moment were right in front of him.

He did know that the male protagonist's demon energy and spiritual energy would scurry around every once in a while, but he never expected that it would be tonight, and he happened to bump into him.

So what excuse should he use tomorrow to explain the coincidence of tonight?

Song Yan suddenly remembered the "Secret Technique Treasure Box" that he exchanged in the system mall a few days ago. He hadn't had much time to open it in the past two days after returning to Yue Huazong, so he still doesn't know what kind of secret technique he will open.

What if... what if there is some memory-erasing spell?

At this moment, Song Yan felt a little regretful. If he had chosen the Amnesia Pill, he would probably not have this trouble now.

"System, open the secret treasure chest."

After Song Yan selected [Yes] on the [Please confirm whether to open] option, he saw a golden light suddenly flashing somewhere in his mind. The light went from small to large, and finally filled Song Yan's entire body. mind.

Immediately afterwards, the mechanical sound of the system sounded.

"Congratulations to the host for opening the treasure chest of secret techniques and obtaining the ancient secret technique 'healing technique'. The level of the secret technique is A. It can heal wounds quickly and relieve pain, but it may not be able to cure all intractable diseases. Please use it rationally."

Afterwards, an obscure formula appeared in Song Yan's mind, but he seemed to have used it thousands of times, so he used the healing technique casually.

Looking at the white ball of light in his palm, although he felt that it was not very useful for a while, it will inevitably be useful in the future.

But now—

Let's see what happens tomorrow.

After one night, Song Yan had a good sleep and felt refreshed, but Shen Suzhi soaked in the cold pool all night, his face was pale, his lips were pale, as if he was about to perform a show and faint on the spot in the next second.

Song Yan watched Shen Suzhi walk towards him slowly with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and was a little frightened for a moment, fearing that he would fall in front of him in the next step, and then make a note of himself.

He was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and finally got up directly, stretched out his hand to support his apprentice, and asked with concern: "What happened to Suzhi? Why is he so weak?"

At this moment, a picture suddenly flashed in front of Song Yan's eyes.

The man was wearing a black shirt with gold-rimmed sleeves, his black hair was tied up high, his eyebrows were drooping, his face was pale, and he had a docile and well-behaved appearance. There was a little red mole between his eyebrows, which made him look like a gentleman, like a pine like a bamboo.

He looked a bit sickly and beautiful, curled up his fingers and grabbed Song Yan's snow-white shirt, smiled softly at him, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but fell into his arms in the next second, and fell into a coma.

Song Yan's thoughts flickered, and the scene in front of him returned to just now, when his hand just supported Shen Suzhi.

Looking at Shen Suzhi's weak face, Song Yan collected himself, and continued: "Master, I was meditating last night, and I wanted to observe the scenery of Fuchen Peak again on a whim, so I spread my spiritual consciousness and walked around the peak. I saw you under the small waterfall on the peak, the water in the cold pool was so cold at night, you actually soaked it all night, but what's wrong with your body?"

Shen Suzhi clenched one hand into a fist, pressed it to his mouth and coughed twice: "Master, don't worry too much. It's an injury from a few days ago. It hasn't healed yet. It happened suddenly last night, and I jumped into it all of a sudden. Hantan, I want to relieve the pain in my body."

Song Yan frowned: "This injury has lasted for so long? I walked with you for a few days as a teacher, but I didn't realize that your injury has become so severe. It is my fault."

Shen Suzhi closed his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Yan's sleeve, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, the next second, Song Yan felt the weight of an extra person on his body .

Shen Suzhi had already passed out in his arms.

When the incident happened, Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then helped Shen Suzhi steady, picked him up horizontally, and put him firmly on his bed.

He couldn't tell whether Shen Suzhi's dizziness was real or fake, so he had to call his own system in his mind, hoping that the system could judge it.

Of course, the system couldn't judge it, but it couldn't smash its own signboard, so it pretended to observe for a long time, as if observing very carefully, and said to Song Yan after a while: "According to the system's observation, the male protagonist is frowning and breathing steadily. It's not like pretending."

Song Yan reluctantly believed the words of the system, saw Shen Suzhi's long eyebrows tightly frowned, gritted his teeth, and used the healing technique he had just learned.

Anyway, Shen Suzhi didn't know about it, and when he woke up, he said that he had been fed the elixir to relieve his pain.

Shen Suzhi had already figured out how to deal with Song Yan last night, and this morning he deliberately made himself look extremely weak. If Song Yan asked, he would just say that he was seriously injured a few days ago to fool him, but he did not expect Song Yan to come Supporting himself, in order not to let him find out that he was pretending, Shen Suzhi had no choice but to pretend to faint to dispel Shen Suzhi's suspicion.

It's just that he didn't expect that Song Yan would directly pick him up and put him on the bed.

The young master felt very aggrieved.

He has accumulated power in the devil world for a long time, and his reputation has spread to the ears of righteous monks, but now... he was hugged by someone he has always hated!

What a shame!

Shen Suzhi was feeling resentful in his heart, a burst of cold rosin suddenly penetrated his nose, and immediately felt someone approaching.

He had just raised his vigilance, fearing that Song Yan would do something to him, his body was already tense, as if he could open his eyes and punch him in the next second.

Suddenly, a warm current hit his chest, and that warm current quietly caressed his meridians, relieving his remaining pain a lot.

The young master was taken aback.

What kind of technique is this...?

In Shen Suzhi's limited cognition, he has never seen such a technique that can relieve people's pain and heal people's wounds.

When that warm current flowed through his meridians for the third time, Shen Su's heart relaxed, and he actually fell into a deep sleep.

The sun changes from low to high and then to low.

The setting sun was slanting to the west, the whole Fuchen Peak was covered in red, and the bamboo shadow outside the house was shaking, Shen Suzhi frowned and opened his eyes.

He looked around for a while, and for a moment he couldn't tell where this place was, only to realize the next moment that this place seemed to be Song Yan's room.

Thinking of the warm current injected into his body before he completely fell asleep, he tried to run the aura in his body, all the way unimpeded, not only was there no blockage at all, he could not even feel the pain.

In the past, when the qi in his body collided with each other, he would need to recuperate for a day and night to relieve it, but his body would still hurt for a few more days, but this time he could not feel the pain at all after only sleeping for a day.

Shen Suzhi was surprised for a moment.

Suddenly there was a soft call from outside the house, and in the next second, a snow-white figure came in through the door, reflecting the red sunlight at dusk, dazzlingly white.

Song Yan observed him carefully and found that Shen Suzhi had no uncomfortable expression, so he reached out and handed him a bottle of pills.

"Is Suzhi still feeling unwell? This is the elixir sent by Fuyao Peak. Thanks to this elixir, you can wake up so quickly, otherwise you may have to sleep for a few days."

Not long after Shen Suzhi woke up, when he heard Song Yan's words, he was a little dazed for a moment. He finished the pill in a daze, said "Thank you, Master, for your concern", and fell into confusion again.

Fuyao Peak's... pill?

But he clearly remembered that he hadn't taken any pills before falling asleep, so this was Song Yan's deliberate concealment?

Why is he hiding it?

That being the case, Song Yan didn't want him to know, so he simply pretended not to know.Shen Suzhi expressed his gratitude to Song Yan, got up and left, and completely forgot about "Song Yan hugged him to bed and made him lose all face".

Song Yan sent Shen Suzhi away, sighed, and asked in his mind: "System, do you think the hero has doubted me?"

[Drip——The system can't detect the protagonist's thoughts, but the system has detected that the male protagonist has a hatred value of 90000 points, a dislike value of 900 points, and a love value of 8 points. This is a major breakthrough. Please continue to work hard, Another success. 】

"Hey, the big project has actually been reduced by so much."

Knowing this good news, Song Yan happily summoned the Fuchen Sword and went to the bamboo forest in the back mountain to practice the new sword technique.

Cloud piercing swordsmanship is worthy of being produced by the system, and he felt the power of this set of swordsmanship after only a few days of practice, which is far higher than the swordsmanship handed down in the current cultivation world.

In addition to eliminating the hatred value, his current task is to improve his own strength.

After all, strength is the last word.