The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

The frosty wind whizzed by, Ye Jue stood outside the door of the Tibetan Medicine Pavilion with one hand on the stone pillar, panting, his head covered in cold sweat.

There was a pang in his heart, he was so stupid, made up a lie to deceive himself, and tried his best to rush back to Guhe Peak from Qingmu City, fortunately, although his cultivation was hacked once, he was not too weak , hurried back quickly.

Ye Jue tore off the white gauze from his face and walked into the Tibetan medicine pavilion. As soon as he stepped into the lobby filled with medicine fragrance, he heard a faint sob.

He stopped in his tracks, held his breath and listened, and heard a male voice crying: "Master, this apprentice hurts so much, please be gentle."

The answer was a gentle voice, the words were full of tolerance and relief: "Why are you crying, bear with it, you will be fine soon."

It was Xiao Minghong.

"Well......"

Then there was the rustling of clothes.

Ye Jue: "...".

He gasped, his eyes widened.

His face was full of surprise, astonishment, fear, and shock.

He quietly stood on tiptoe and poked his head into the compartment in disbelief.

"Junior brother, you're here." Xiao Minghong asked loudly when he saw the shadow outside the bamboo curtain.

"No, no!" Ye Jue denied it in a panic, and then covered his mouth in frustration after recovering, scolding himself for being stupid.

Xiao Minghong said again: "Since we're here, hurry up and help me."

Ye Jue's hands trembled, and he asked tremblingly, "Me, go in?"

"of course."

Ye Jue did a lot of mental construction, and turned around slowly. In the cubicle, there was no glamorous picture as imagined. The master and apprentice were sitting on the couch. Xiao Minghong was holding the big apprentice's finger in his hand, and the fingertips were already swollen and swollen. walnuts.

"The Bamboo Festival Demon is actually carrying poisonous powder with him! I knew I wouldn't let it go!" Nan Yun wept.

"Yuan, so that's the case." Ye Jue laughed dryly.

"What's wrong with you? Behaving so strangely?" Xiao Minghong was surprised.

In an instant, many colorful pictures appeared in Ye Jue's mind, his face turned red, and he laughed dryly: "I thought Nan Yun was calling Master..."

Cough, he has heard before that masters in the cultivation world are high-risk occupations.

"Nonsense!" Xiao Minghong interrupted him, his face full of seriousness: "Only those who rank as venerable can be called a master by their apprentices. My cultivation is far inferior to this. Don't talk nonsense. Be careful to be called a master by our disciples." Master heard it."

Ye Jue looked at the weeping Bao Nanyun with dim eyes, and couldn't help thinking: This Nan Yun's crying appearance has no possibility of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, so he really is talking nonsense.

He withdrew his gaze and changed the subject: "What's the matter with me, brother?"

Xiao Minghong pointed to Guide Yun.

"Nan Yun? What happened to him?"

Xiao Minghong didn't speak, and pointed at Guidance Yun's finger again.

Ye Jue: "..."

After half a stick of incense, Ye Jue stood in front of the window angrily, fiddling with the medicine bottle, while Nan Yun was sobbing behind him, applying ice muscle ointment bit by bit with his fingers.

"The Bamboo Demon took a bite out of Nan Yun, and thought it was not a big deal, but the little demon had poisonous powder in his mouth, and Nan Yun's fingers were swollen and painful for days, no amount of powder could relieve the pain." Xiao Minghong explained.

Ye Jue was still angry, and said, "Could it be that after using the ice cream that I took away, it worked?"

"Of course not. Brother wants to see how you've been doing recently, whether you've lost weight." Xiao Minghong said gently.

Ye Jue turned his head, and when he looked up, he saw Xiao Minghong smiling at him warmly, his brows and eyes were curved, and he felt that he had punched into the cotton with his fist, and he didn't need any strength.

"Oh." He was displeased.

Xiao Minghong finished applying the last bit of crystal clear ointment on his fingertips, got up and walked to Ye Jue, and patted his shoulder: "My disciple, how could senior brother not be worried? I trouble you to make a trip, it's so hot."

"Oh." Ye Jue continued to have a cold face.

"Okay." Xiao Minghong patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and took out a book from his arms: "Last time you mentioned a friend who was covered in scars but not damaged. For the record, here you are."

What about Afeng?Ye Jue's face changed, he stopped thinking about all the things that scared him to run away on a hot day, and pulled the book.

"It is said that the Zombie Grass is related, you should study it carefully." Xiao Minghong urged.

Ye Jue nodded, turned to the page of "Zombie Grass", and saw a strange and hideous drawing, and what made him even more terrified was that a line of words was clearly marked next to the drawing: top-grade poisonous weed.

Nearly half of the top-grade poisonous herbs have no antidote.

His heart skipped a beat, but on second thought, Afeng was just an ordinary wanderer with amnesia, it was impossible for him to be inoculated with high-grade poisonous weeds, at most he was injured by a sword refined from poisonous weeds, there are many elixir treasures in Guhefeng , there is always something that can be cured.

Even so, he was still uneasy in his heart, put away the book with a restless expression and was about to leave, but he didn't know that he was grabbed by someone just as he took a step.

"What's wrong?" Ye Jue turned to ask Xiao Minghong, Xiao Minghong's hand was tightly clasping his wrist.

And Xiao Minghong checked his pulse for a while, and when he spoke again, he completely lost his usual gentleness, and his face changed drastically: "No wonder your face has been pale and your breathing is unstable. Why did you use your spiritual power so much?"

"Didn't you tell me to use spiritual power to protect that person's veins?" Ye Jue asked back.

Xiao Minghong said coldly: "I told you to find out some traces of spiritual power, but I didn't tell you to throw the spiritual power like a ball! Have you forgotten that you were struck by lightning?"

Ye Jue looked away guiltily.

Yes, he could clearly feel that his spiritual power was exhausted, so that he fell asleep, but the sequelae were nothing more than that. Wouldn't it be better to sleep more and use the elixir?On the other hand, Afeng, you need to use more spiritual power to protect your heart, so as not to fall to the ground at any time.

"My business...don't worry about it." Ye Jue tore off the skirt of his shirt like a child in a fit of anger.

Xiao Minghong narrowed his eyes, and was about to step forward to say something, but was interrupted by his own disciple's "Ouch" behind him.

He took a fixed look at Ye Jue, and said meaningfully: "If you regret it in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you now."

"No regrets, no regrets." Ye Jue left the sentence and hurriedly left Zangshu Pavilion with the book.

In the bedroom of the inn, everything was as usual, except that there were two stacks of story books and a bowl of steaming fresh fish noodle soup on the table.

Ye Jue praised the little white snake in his heart for being so efficient, and while sitting down, he opened the book and studied the dead grass.

A few pages of description made his eyes gradually dignified.

According to the book, the key to the name of Zombie Grass lies in the word "Zombie", which can slowly stiffen the skin, flesh and even the spiritual power that moves around the body, and it will be abolished bit by bit.

"So Afeng's internal organs were seriously injured long ago, but because of the dead body grass, the wound was stopped from collapsing, but it became stiff all the time?" Ye Jue said to himself.

If this is the case, it must be diagnosed and treated with medication as soon as possible, but how to make a diagnosis?

Ye Jue glanced at the book, there are two ways to use the corpse grass, one is to drink it, and the person who eats it will die, and the other is to apply it on the surface of the skin, and the toxin will penetrate into the body.

He thought of the marks on Afeng's chest, the scars that even the heavenly spirit grass couldn't heal, it might be the zombie grass.

"Then the way to find out if you are poisoned by poisonous weeds is to put your hand on the wound to feel the numbness, that's simple!" Ye Jue was full of confidence.

He threw away the book with one hand, and Hu San ordered him to arrange a medicinal bath.

After a while, the medicated bath was set up, and A Feng still bowed his head, leading him to the bathroom by the corner of his clothes, and then the door of the bathroom was closed tightly.

A Feng was dressed in white linen, which was soft and breathable, covering the young man's soft but scarred skin, with a delicate and white collarbone faintly visible.

Ye Jue was in a hurry to make sure if A Feng had been hit by the corpse weed, and raised his hand to grab a corner of his chest to tear it off.

"Ah?" Afeng was startled, groping to protect his clothes, but he realized that the person in front of him was Ye Jue, his lord.

So the hand froze in mid-air, little by little, and fell to his waist.

Ye Jue's hands also froze.

The young man's voice was soft, full of panic that he could not resist, and for a moment his hands dropped, as if he had accepted his fate.

Wait, he's so pure in his heart that he doesn't do anything!

However, when Ye Jue thought that his fingers were about to press on the young man's body one way or another, his skills broke instantly.

"Forget it, take it off yourself." Ye Jue withdrew his hand.

He watched Afeng take off his clothes, step by step into the bathtub, thought for a while, and took out the scriptures in his arms, thinking that the content of the scripts would definitely make the young man let go of his guard and ease the embarrassing atmosphere.

The cover of this storybook is pink and tender. Although it is hard to see what is painted, the color makes people happy at first glance.

Seeing that Afeng had walked into the bathtub and sat down, Ye Jue pointed his fingers in the water to test the concentration of spiritual power in the medicinal bath, and then pulled the gauze curtain to enclose the bathtub to prevent the evil wind from invading and infecting the cold.

After all the tossing, Ye Jue moved a small bench and sat down, resting his elbows on the edge of the tub, and opened the storybook.

"You are quite bored taking medicine baths all day long. Let me read you a few paragraphs of the script." Ye Jue said to A Feng, and specially added: "If you find the script, you can listen to it."

After finishing speaking, he triumphantly opened the script.

As soon as the white paper was folded open, Ye Jue was sensitive to the word "Master", and couldn't help thinking about what happened during the day, and secretly scolded himself for his filthy thoughts, what happened to Master?Does the master have to have something to do with the bed?

"These words are about the master-student relationship between the master and the apprentice, and it's really touching." Ye Jue summed it up first.

A Feng was pouring water on the burn, and was startled when he heard the words: "Master and apprentice?"

"It's master and apprentice." Ye Jue said with concern, "What do you remember?"

Afeng has lost his memories of the past, and his cognition of the world is also blurred. Even the word "little brother" has to be carefully recalled for a moment to recover some cognition.

"Respect the teacher, distinguish between the top and the bottom, and teach lessons, just like...you and me." Ye Jue explained.

A Feng seemed to have regained some awareness, and nodded.

"Okay! I'll read it from the first time!"

"It is said that a blood vine grew out of the abyss in the demon domain, and the blood vine withered, but the spiritual power condensed for a long time, and after ten thousand years, he would cultivate a human body. This is the protagonist of this book, Ji Ruyan. It's evil spirit, which is not allowed in the world, and after being chased and killed in the realm of comprehension, he fled for his life, and then...arrived at Guhe Peak?" Ye Jue was suddenly taken aback when he saw the words of Guhefeng, afraid of what would happen later. Embarrassing words such as "Immortal Ye Jue" and "Master Xiao" appeared.

Looking back, fortunately, there is no him, nor his senior brother.

"Guhe Peak is the town of an Immortal Yuque. The Immortal Yuque is cold and aloof. He gathers the snow soul of the three realms, and even his spiritual power contains the breath of frost. He stands on the top of the mountain and looks at the bloody Ji Ru from a distance. With one glance, Yan's eyes are full of coldness."

"'In my whole life, I hate the evil ways and demon methods the most' Immortal Yuque said coldly. He didn't want to accept a disciple who was born in the demon realm. Master-student friendship. Ji Ruyan was full of joy and thought that she was blessed, and she didn't want to be beaten bloody by the black iron whip. She was about to die. Before she fell into a coma, she heard an indifferent warning from the fairy: You disgusting monster, if you appear again In front of this seat, I will definitely jump off your tendons and hamstrings."

This is the content of the first round.

Ye Jue pinched the paper with a dissatisfied expression, and said that the content was positive and positive, so why did it make people feel sad at the beginning?But after thinking about it, after the master and apprentice untie their knots, the plot may become happier and happier in the future.

Turning to the second chapter, sure enough, there are four large characters written on the introduction: The cold-faced fairy emperor's dormitory hides the mystery, and the disciples of the demon realm can get a glimpse of the cause and effect of the previous life.

"Afeng, wake up, the plot is about to reach its climax!" Ye Jue shook the tub, waking up the drowsy Afeng.

A Feng who was awakened was very confused, but nodded obediently.

"Continuing from last time, for 20 years, Ji Ruyan has never seen Immortal Yuque again. The elders of the mountain gate said that Immortal Dao was in seclusion, so it is inconvenient to disturb him. Ji Ruyan also believed in this. Until today, he accidentally broke into a There is a mountain stream in the peach forest, in the middle of the mountain stream, there is a palace, he was just about to leave, but he heard a voice coming from the palace."

It must be that the master was in trouble during retreat, and the disciple came to rescue him!Ye Jue thought that he had read the right place, so he hurriedly read on——

"The voice was intermittent, as if she was trying to endure something, and there was a charming temptation in it. Ji Ruyan walked up to the hall step by step, pushed open the heavy stone door, and saw a bed covered by a white gauze curtain, and a figure was lying on it. Tossing and turning in the middle of the bed, and the voice of sex getting louder and louder, Ji Ruyan was shocked to realize that it was the voice of the master, strode forward and tore open the gauze curtain, it turned out to be the cold-faced fairy who hadn't seen for many years! Like peach blossoms, her robes are messy, her chest is wide open, and Ji Ruyan stretched out her hand tremblingly, um, stretched out her hand?."

Ye Jue stared at the page in disbelief, the follow-up content was on the second page, but his rationality told him that something was wrong, something was wrong at all, this master, this apprentice, and this palace in the mountain stream were all wrong!

This is the master in his imagination!

And Afeng beside him was obviously fascinated, and asked: "My lord, what happened after you stretched out your hand?"