The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

At the same time, two figures, one red and one mysterious, landed lightly in the courtyard.

When Xiao Minghong and Jun Changyan saw the fainted person on the stone steps, they were not surprised. Xiao Minghong helped him, and Jun Changyan pushed the door and carried him into the bed in the house to drain his spiritual power.

The spiritual power of the water system flowing like water waves gradually entered his body, Ye Jue's pale face was stained a little rosy, after a while, his brows frowned slightly, the corners of his dry lips moved, and he slowly woke up.

"Senior brother... oh, there is another bad senior brother."

Ye Jue's qi and blood stagnated for a while, his thinking was confused, and he pointed to the void to recognize people.

The "bad senior brother" Jun Changyan, who was spending his spiritual power for him, turned black in an instant, probably because of the sake of everyone's seniors, he didn't stop his spiritual power.

Not long after, Ye Jue regained consciousness, looking at his situation in surprise, not knowing what happened.

"You know, why didn't I tell you the method of cleaning the spirit sword?" Jun Changyan sat on the bedside and asked while leaning on his knees.

Ye Jue blinked, but he couldn't figure it out, so he truthfully stated his original thoughts: "Because you hate me."

"..."

"Hehe." Jun Changyan sneered, and waved his sleeves away from looking at him.

It was Xiao Minghong who took the words, and started from the beginning: "Your spiritual power has been lacking for a long time, and the root cause of the disease has been left since the failure of crossing the catastrophe, so I ask you not to overuse your spiritual power easily, you..."

"Why don't you listen!"

Xiao Minghong sighed, waved his hands, and looked helpless.

"Ah?" Ye Jue subconsciously looked at the natal spirit sword.

The sword body he had expended his spiritual power to clean, but only a palm-sized area was left. If he wanted to wipe the sword clean, how many times would he faint?

Xiao Minghong immediately noticed his little thought.

Xiao Minghong glanced at him, lowered his eyes, and cruelly shattered his last illusion: "Don't look at the sword, your lack of spiritual energy is so serious, I won't allow you to travel in the clouds."

"What?" Ye Jue was surprised.

"Don't cry, don't beg, even if I ask Master, I won't agree." Xiao Minghong said coldly.

Ye Jue was startled by his senior brother's decisiveness, opened his mouth, and was speechless for a while.

Xiao Minghong took his pulse again, and after seeing that his body was temporarily safe, he left with Jun Changyan.

However, Ye Jue was immersed in the sadness of not being able to travel freely. He looked at the figures of the two with numb eyes, and thought of the dead child who was staring at him outside the courtyard. !

The little rabbit wailed in his heart.

"Don't let me wander around... this... what should I do!"

Qi Bofeng stood outside the door.

Although he put on a respectful look, he stretched out his hand absently, stroking the gauze-like beam of light with his hand, reluctant to part with it.

His fingers still remembered the touch of the hem of the adult's clothes. He held the hem of the clothes and walked through the dark and cold bamboo corridor with the adult.

The adults are gone.

He didn't know where the lord was going, and he didn't know if the lord would be waiting for him at the foot of the mountain. The thoughts in his heart flooded his heart like a tide, and the desolation of the old man appeared on the face of the little boy.

The door behind him opened with a creak, and bumped into a man in black.

Qi Bofeng bowed slightly: "Senior Brother Xiao."

Xiao Minghong nodded, raised his foot and was about to leave, suddenly thought of something, turned back and said to the young man: "Your brother Ye Jue is weak, don't bother him these days, just ask me about your cultivation."

As he spoke, he passed the sound-transmitting jade talisman.

Qi Bofeng took it and watched the two brothers leave.

He moved his eyes to Xiuzhu outside the door again, stared at it for a long time, and finally sighed resignedly: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Xiao, I won't bother him anymore."

For the sake of his resemblance to adults, let him go.

Ye Jue felt inexplicably relaxed.

For some reason, this Qi Bofeng didn't come to ask for advice or good morning for several days. He didn't pay much attention to his illness before, and he didn't realize something was wrong until he regained consciousness.

"Xianjun, you don't know something." The little boy replied obediently: "Master Qi will come to the door every morning to say good morning silently, and then go to the courtyard to practice swordsmanship."

"This……"

This Qi Bofeng used to trouble him everywhere, looking for clues to pick off his vest, but now it has stopped?

"Is there any dissatisfaction with Xianjun?" The little boy tilted his head and said.

"No." Ye Jue said.

He just wondered why this dead child suddenly changed his temper.

But this made him breathe a sigh of relief. Xiao Minghong was worried that his health was getting worse, so he specially prepared medicine for him to take every morning and evening for conditioning. He had nothing to do and was bored, so he took the opportunity of brewing medicine to go outside to get some air.

One day, holding his natal spirit sword in his hands, he walked along the corridor looking at the lotus pond below, and when he was in high spirits, he bumped into a person head-on.

Oh, it's Qi Bofeng.

Ye Jue's body tensed up instantly, and after raising his hand to test the tightness of his veiled cap, he felt relieved.

"Hello Xianjun." The young man leaned over and saluted him respectfully.

Ye Jue hummed, and then the scene was silent, a little embarrassed, he thought that as a senior brother, he should care about his junior brother, so he smiled and said, "How is your sword practice recently?"

The young man replied truthfully: "The swordsmanship is already familiar, but there is no spiritual power to enter the sword, so it is impossible to detect the real result."

"Is that so..."

Ye Jue held his sword and raised his head, feeling that this matter was too troublesome, Qi Bofeng's spiritual veins were not opened, and he was always hindered when practicing swords, so he couldn't specially arrange someone to accompany him to practice swords all day, could he?

"Actually... it's best to have your own natal spirit sword." Ye Jue shook the sword in his hand: "As long as you get the natal spirit sword and the human sword is one, you can know your own cultivation base."

Fubai is now a black and white staggered sword body, but the only piece of silver is very eye-catching.

Ye Jue thought about it, and then vetoed this possibility on his own: "However, the natal spirit sword is rare, and it needs a chance. You should slowly break through the seal of the spirit vein."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head, only to find that the boy's gaze was fixed on Fubai.

"Xianjun, can you lend me a look at your sword?" Qi Bofeng asked with a trembling voice.

Ye Jue frowned: "Borrow? This is the natal spirit sword, and it is not easy for others to pass it by!"

Then he specially wrapped the sword body with his sleeves, avoiding the scorching gaze of the young man and not showing it to him.

"Xianjun..."

Ye Jue felt more and more that this request was unreasonable, so he put his hands up and turned to leave.

Afterwards, he huddled in the room and drank the medicine. A day passed by in the blink of an eye. In the evening, with the afterglow of the setting sun, he was drowsy. He sat cross-legged in the flower hall, fell on the mat, and soon fell asleep.

At some point, a corner of the flower vine was lifted by someone, the young man cautiously took a look at the movement inside, and after repeatedly calling "Xian Jun" without any response, he stepped into the flower hall with confidence.

Qi Bofeng walked up to the white-clothed fairy lightly, with a hint of confusion in his usual indifferent expression.

Xianjun was holding a floating white in his hand, only a short section was exposed, but today the sword flashed in front of him, revealing a small gap.

He still remembers that his master White Rabbit knocked his teeth on the natal spirit sword, making a small gap in the sword.

An unbelievable thought came to him in his heart, this thought was too crazy, the majestic Guhefeng Xianjun turned out to be an evil monster, he couldn't believe it, but the evidence was in front of him, he had to study it clearly.

Fu Bai was hugged in his arms, and the layers of white clothes covered most of the sword body. He looked at it for a long time, and found that he could only move the arms of Xianjun.

Qi Bofeng gritted his teeth and became cruel. He understood the consequences of his actions being discovered, but if he could really get news from adults because of this, he would have no regrets.

So his fingers trembled slightly, and he probed into Xianjun's arms.

Surprisingly, the originally cold Xianjun's arms were warm, like the arms of a small furry animal, making people feel comfortable.

After digging down a few minutes, I touched a hard object, which should be the hilt of a sword.

Maybe push the sword out?Qi Bofeng thought about it, and then began to implement it. The middle finger pressed hard on the hilt of the sword, pressing down, and sure enough, the half of the sword began to slide.

He secretly exerted force a few more times, and when he touched the material of the cloth, he impatiently rubbed it away. Just as he was about to succeed, the white-clothed fairy suddenly let out a moan, turned his body, and opened his arms, revealing a large piece of delicate white skin, as well as crystal clear skin. clavicle.

"This……"

Qi Bofeng avoided his eyes, and raised his hand to pull the clothes on Xianjun's chest, but he suddenly discovered something, Xianjun's movements were too large, and he knocked off the veil.

Xianjun showed his face, cold and out of the world, unparalleled in the world.

And his eyes fixed on the end of Ye Jue's eyes, the arc was like a phoenix's tail stretching in the nine heavens, he was very familiar with it, he had only seen it on one person's face for many years.

The terrifying thought in his heart became more and more real, and he couldn't help trembling with fear, his chest heaved greatly, and it was his heart beating wildly.

Qi Bofeng pulled off the veil, unfolded a layer of white gauze, and gently covered Ye Jue's face.

Covered in white gauze, the face that had been reviewed hundreds of times in his mind actually appeared in front of his eyes. He stuck out his middle finger stiffly, and pressed the white gauze against Ye Jue's face, outlining the outline of his chin .

Exactly the same, in a dark night, he also made this action boldly, and saw the exact same face.

Ye Jue is his Master White Rabbit.

"Paji." A string in Qi Bofeng's mind broke, his mind went blank, he was at a loss, almost forgot what dangerous action he was doing, until Ye Jue woke up.

Ye Jue woke up leisurely, feeling chilly on his chest, thought it was the wind blowing outside, opened his eyes, only to find that the front of his chest had been ripped open, raised his head, and Qi Bofeng was standing in front of him.

He blinked, lowered his head, and took out the sound transmission jade talisman very calmly.

"Senior Brother Xiao? Well, I need you for something."

……

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother! He ripped off my clothes! You have to make the decision for me!" Ye Jue's wailing resounded through the world in Bamboo Forest Yaju.

He grabbed Xiao Minghong's sleeve with one hand, and covered his disheveled chest with the other. He looked like a little beauty who had just been molested, with red eyes, crying and complaining.

"My lord... No, Xianjun, Bo Feng never had such an intention!" Qi Bofeng explained in a hurry, and even wanted to get up and approach, but was held down and knelt down.

Xiao Minghong raised his eyebrows, he was very surprised, he knew how much Ye Jue weighed, and black could be said to be white, if he really suffered a disadvantage, he would definitely not look like this.

On the other hand, Qi Bofeng, this young man entered the Guhe Peak, showing his cold face to others, he was always calm and composed, but today he was so flustered that he was secretly surprised.

"Senior brother, it's not written in our house rules, how should we punish lightly senior brother Bo!" Ye Jue asked sadly.

And the young man kneeling in the corridor had red eyes, almost crying, and loudly defended: "Xianjun, Bo Feng didn't have such intentions, never had such intentions!"

Seeing this, Xiao Minghong shook his head, lowered his head and asked Ye Jue simply: "How do you want to deal with it?"

Ye Jue's hand stopped.

He withdrew his hands and didn't howl anymore, instead he hugged his shoulders guiltily, raised his head Ai Ai after a while, and said embarrassedly: "Hey, Qi Bofeng covets me as a senior brother, so the job of teaching can be relieved, right?"

"The post of teaching has been dismissed, so that person has to move out of this yard, too?"