The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

The next day, the east was pale, and a ray of light in the morning faintly hit the boy's eyelashes, and the eyelids moved and slowly opened.

The boy opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pure white cotton inner shirt. He had long been accustomed to the muddy and tattered outer robe and the dampness of being soaked in the rain for a long time. He moved his shoulders.

He hurriedly looked around, but his eyesight made him unable to see clearly. He seemed to be on a bed in a room. The room was clean and tidy, and sandalwood was still burning in the incense burner.

"Are you awake?" A clear voice came from beside my ear.

The young man curled up reflexively, shivering and rubbing against the corner of the bed. Unfortunately, there were old and new bruises under the thin underwear, and the wound was scratched after rubbing, causing him to tremble in pain.

Even so, the boy tremblingly stretched out his palm covered with blood-black scars, trying to use his weak strength to block the hostility of others.

Ye Jue was sitting at the table drinking tea, and seeing the boy wake up, he asked casually, "What's your name, and why did you wander here?"

Since he intends to save people, he has to ask the details in advance, if another "Child of Destiny" appears, he will not be able to bear it.

And the young man's eyes were blurred, his chapped lips were tightly pressed together, and he refused to make a sound.

Ye Jue thought for a while, then mentioned what happened yesterday: "I gave you the porcelain vase yesterday."

Porcelain bottle?The young man was taken aback, in his impression that someone stuffed him with a porcelain bottle yesterday and told him to take medicine, was it him?

The young man was silent for a long time, then murmured: "Forgot."

He can't remember his name and past.

"Forget?" Ye Jue thought to himself, no wonder he was tortured so badly, he lost his memory and was arrested, and he couldn't tell the past, no wonder he was tortured under serious suspicion.

"Name, should there be a name?" Ye Jue asked.

The young man lowered his head in embarrassment, he had long forgotten his name, but this man was kind to him, and he didn't want to disappoint his benefactor.

Looking back on the past of being tortured in my mind, the memory is mostly chaotic and blurred, I just remember that someone kept calling me what Feng?

"maple."

"Peak? Mountain peak?"

The boy shook his head vigorously, and his intuition told him that it should not be the peak of the mountain. After a while, his hoarse voice said, "Maple Leaf."

Ye Jue understood that this child really couldn't remember his own name, so he temporarily named himself, "Maple Leaf? Why don't I call you Afeng."

The boy shrank at the corner of the bed and nodded cautiously.

"Afeng, Afeng!" Ye Jue happily paced in the room and recited the name, the more he said it, the happier he was, as if he had been familiar with it for a long time.

"Maple Leaf Liudan, although it is simple, it is very suitable for you as a cutie." Ye Jue saw A Feng pursing his lips vigilantly like a kitten wandering in the rainy night, feeling itchy in his heart, so he stretched out his finger to touch his forehead.

However, there was a vast white mist in front of Afeng's eyes, and he was frightened by someone's sudden contact. He waved his fingers in mid-air, wrapped himself in the quilt, and shouted in a trembling voice:

"Don't, don't touch me!"

Ye Jue was startled, and retracted his fingers in embarrassment, secretly thinking that he was reckless. In the past, all the young people met were villains, so he was naturally afraid. He looked at the young man and said, "You have a lot of trauma, take a medicinal bath tomorrow night. Heal faster."

After speaking, he left the room.

Hearing the door close with a "creak" sound, and after a long incense stick, the quilt wrapped around the boy finally moved. First, the thin palms, and then the scarred face, bit by bit, the vigilant kitten finally moved. Get out of the quilt.

Medicated bath?Is this person trying to save himself?he thought ignorantly.

Ye Jue turned around and went back to Guhe Peak.

In the dead of night, the moon and stars were scarce, and the pavilions and pavilions on and off the Guhe Peak were as quiet as if they were asleep. Only the night patrol disciple carried a lantern and walked through the stone steps. Tibetan Medicine Pavilion.

A cluster of ice-blue flames ignited at his fingertips, and he opened the cabinet to search for the potion porcelain bottles one by one. First he searched through a whole layer of blue and white porcelain pots, and when he came to the end, he found a line written in small letters: Foundation Establishment Pill.

……excuse me.

Ye Jue closed the cabinet with a depressed face, and was about to dig through the wooden cabinet next door, but when he turned his head, a ferocious grimace suddenly appeared in front of him.

ghost! ! ! !Ye Jue roared wildly in his heart.

Unexpectedly, that grimace said leisurely: "Junior Brother, it turned out to be you."

Call me junior?Ye Jue calmed down, and brought the flames from his fingertips closer to this face. This face was gentle and soft, with brows like willows, eyes like spring water, extremely handsome, and shrouded in an aura of resentment all the year round. If he guessed correctly, this face person is--

"Oh." Ghostface sighed softly.

Ye Jue calmly withdrew all his emotions and bowed slightly: "Senior Brother Xiao."

This person is the sect master of Guhe Peak, Xiao Minghong, who is also the eldest disciple of Immortal Venerable Taixu.

Ye Jue knew that coming to the Tibetan Medicine Pavilion late at night would definitely arouse suspicion, so he made up a reason: "Senior brother, I happened to have some insight into spiritual herbs while meditating, so..."

"Brother knows." Xiao Minghong said softly, walked to the side and opened a grid of spirit grass, and grabbed a few in his hand.

"Since I came late at night, there must be a reason why I don't want to be known by outsiders. For example, my senior brother came late at night to steal the spirit grass. It was not because of my apprentice, Nan Yun, who was bitten back and hurt his finger when he was teaching the bamboo festival demon. Gu, I feel that I am a big brother, this matter is extremely embarrassing and I refuse to drink medicine." Xiao Minghong searched for a few more powdered medicines, and thought:

"In the end, I had to take the shot, crushed the medicine powder and coaxed him to drink it!"

Ye Jue: "..."

This Xiao Minghong has a handsome face, his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul Realm, and he is one of the best in the cultivation world, but he has a soft heart. Instead of supporting his aura, the huge Guhefeng has turned into an old lady who is always worried .

Xiao Minghong muttered while looking for medicine: "It is said that a secret realm is about to open, and the secret realm is full of dangers. If Nanyun's wound doesn't heal, I have to take someone to explore the secret realm!"

"Brother, you don't have to worry too much." Ye Jue comforted him politely.

Xiao Minghong patted him on the shoulder, and said with a relieved smile: "Hello, junior brother, except that you almost died when you failed to break through. I couldn't sleep and worried about you for a while, and then I never worried about you. "

The corners of Ye Jue's lips raised a slight arc stiffly, and he laughed a few times.

Hehe, Xiao Minghong, if you knew that your well-behaved Junior Brother Ye Jue is a hybrid of a human and a demon, and also practiced the evil spirit technique, and even failed to break through because of the evil spirit, I don't know what expression you would have on your face.

Thinking of this, Ye Jue couldn't help scolding the original owner again in his heart, he didn't cherish good teachers and seniors, but in the end he deserved to be tortured by Qi Bofeng's revenge.

On the other side, Xiao Minghong still didn't realize it, and repeatedly told him: "You just don't like to go out, you avoid the world, and you can easily trap yourself if you have a little heart knot. Listen to the brother, how comfortable it is."

"Okay." Ye Jue responded casually.

"So, can you tell Senior Brother, what is your purpose for coming tonight?" Xiao Minghong looked at his Junior Brother with a narrowed smile.

Ye Jue:!

Ye Jue: "When I was meditating, I suddenly realized..."

Xiao Minghong: "Don't lie to senior brother, if you lie again, be careful not to give you food."

Ye Jue: "..."

He should have thought a long time ago that the sect master is the sect master after all, Xiao Minghong has a delicate heart, so he can't hide the lies he tells casually, and there must be a reason for him to press the question.

"The elixir I took today is not for me." Ye Jue said after some consideration.

"Yeah." Xiao Minghong nodded, and his questioning expression suddenly eased a lot.

"I accidentally received a person asking for help. That person had bruises, burns, and lumps all over his body. Sprinkling ordinary medicine powder on it couldn't heal it at all. So I was going to find some heavenly-level external elixir, and it would be best to make a pot of medicine bath." Ye Jue said.

Sure enough, when Xiao Minghong heard that the injured person was not his junior brother, he didn't ask who it was. He walked leisurely to a hidden compartment and began to choose some medicinal herbs for bathing, and wrapped them carefully with a piece of yellow paper.

When the yellow paper bag was put into Ye Jue's hand, Xiao Minghong's hand stopped suddenly, and he said solemnly: "That's not right."

Ye Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Minghong looked directly at Ye Jue, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "This person has scars all over his body, even ordinary medicine powder can't work on it, he must have been seriously injured, since such injuries can only be on the outside, isn't there a problem with the spiritual veins? "

Ye Jue thought about it carefully, and replied: "This person seems to... have no spiritual veins, and his internal organs are all the same."

He used his spiritual power to probe Afeng's body, and there was no spiritual vein flowing all over his body, which showed that he was not a practitioner.

"In any case, he is likely to be seriously injured in the body. You'd better protect his heart veins with spiritual power to avoid accidents."

"it is good."

Ye Jue was concerned about the serious injury in A Feng's body, and didn't stay behind after taking the medicine. He hurried back to the Hulai Inn and asked Hu San to prepare the tub for a bath immediately.

Hu San ordered a little white tiger to do something, but he told Ye Jue nervously: "Boss, there were a few dark shadows sneaking across the roof just now, and I'm afraid the Qingsong faction will take action."

"Huh?" Ye Jue paused his fingers for sorting out the elixir, and slowly rubbed the dry leaves with his white fingers, his gaze shifted to Hu San with a smile: "Didn't the Qingsong faction always claim to be famous and decent, and they also engage in assassination?" ?”

Hu San said: "Today's homeless people are more precious than spirit treasures. Of course they have torn their skins. Tonight's situation is special. This medicinal bath..."

"Everything is as usual." Ye Jue withdrew his gaze, and said lightly, "Go outside and watch, if you can't fight, call me again."

"Okay!" Hu San ran away without a trace, and went to work on the medicine bath.

After Ye Jue sorted the medicinal materials, he went to the backyard, and gently pushed open the door of Afeng's room. Even so, a certain small animal in the quilt on the bed trembled violently.

"Get up and go to the medicinal bath." He said simply.

A certain small animal has been hiding for a long time and still refuses to show its head. It hides cautiously under the quilt and hesitates, as if it is not facing a sword repair beauty, but a scourge.

"Cure your illness, why? Do you want me to hug you?" Ye Jue urged.

The effect of this sentence is very obvious, the little animal was visibly flustered, fearing that others would touch him, he quickly lifted the quilt with his hands, groped and crawled to the edge of the bed, and then without any accident——

"and many more!"

"Dangdang!"

A Feng moved so quickly that the moment his hand touched the edge of the bed, his palm lost his strength and slid down, and he fell to the ground.

It was only then that Ye Jue remembered that the young man had an eye disease and could only see things one arm away, and when he stepped closer, A Feng moved back again regardless of the pain.

So his caring steps stopped abruptly.

After a moment of stalemate, Ye Jue finally gave up. He raised his right arm, handed the edge of his sleeve to A Feng's eyes, and said, "Pull."

Afeng blinked his dull and white eyes, not understanding what he meant.

"Can you walk with your legs? If you can, you can hold my sleeve. The tub is across the yard. Are you sure you can walk across by yourself?" Ye Jue asked.

A Feng paused for a long time, and slowly stretched out two fingers from his sleeves, gently pinching the soft white fabric.

Ye Jue was angry in his heart, thinking that he was thankless for his efforts, but when he saw a bloody scar on the side of A Feng's hand from a knife cut, the horrible appearance of his hands full of blood and bones at that time suddenly appeared in his mind.

He suddenly softened again, sighed softly, thinking about taking his time, raised his legs and walked out.

"Hurry up." He urged.

"Yeah." The young man replied softly.