I rely on green tea to coax the amnesia master back

Among the dense bamboo groves, there are fast swords weaving through them. Even though Shen Louxiu has only been able to refine Qi, his swordsmanship is very advanced.Flying and circling the air and the ground, sometimes soaring into the air, sometimes falling, rolling up layers of halo.

If he really hadn't made a breakthrough in the gas refining layer for many years, maybe others would mistakenly think that this is a swordsman haunting somewhere.

Under the backlash of the sword energy, Shen Lou's wounds cracked and healed frequently. Even if his skin was really rough and fleshy, and with the help of self-healing ability, he couldn't bear the pain like a thousand cuts.

In order to dispel He Tingfeng's suspicion as soon as possible, he would wear an extra inner lining every time he practiced Qi, to prevent the gushing blood from soaking his clothes and being seen by the other party as abnormal.

And once there are too many wounds, even if the blood is not exposed, the smell of blood will permeate the air.

Seeing He Tingfeng's questioning eyes glanced over, Shenlou's heart was beating like a drum, he quickly pretended to be careless, and quickly cut a wound on his arm, so the smell of iron rust seemed to be more intense in the air.

He Tingfeng only glanced at the red, and walked in front of Shenlou in an instant, he was almost frightened by the deep bone wound, he didn't even know when Duanyu fell to the ground.

Then he carefully grabbed Shen Lou's hand, and painstakingly tapped his acupoints to stop the bleeding, accumulating spiritual power to warm him up.

Perhaps it was because the wound was too terrifying. The wound that usually only needs a small healing technique to heal, unexpectedly healed very slowly, dripping with blood, which hurt He Tingfeng's eyes.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, but later realized that this was nonsense, so he moved his lips close to the wound and blew lightly.

This gust of wind made Shenlou's scalp numb, and also made him swallow the "no pain" that he hadn't said yet.Looking at He Tingfeng's eyes were full of pity, which was undoubtedly sincere, so he suddenly regretted what he had done.

In order to make the wound look extraordinarily hideous, he deliberately suppressed the self-healing of the demonic energy, which is why, it is impossible to heal quickly with only the healing technique of Xianjun.

But He Tingfeng seemed to take all the faults on himself, and his tone was full of self-blame, without the arrogance he had when dealing with the immortal family: "It's Master's fault, knowing that your foundation is not good, you are always eager for success."

Shenlou's mood was slightly disturbed.

Even before the other party lost his memory, such words were rare. He was very moved, but he attributed it to his own weakness, so it was difficult to have a clear conscience.

So the tone became even more low, half-truth and half-false, and weeping: "Master, don't blame yourself. It's my disciple who is stupid and has failed the expectations of Master."

But halfway through the speech, he couldn't help but think of the days of refining qi in the past.In fact, what He Tingfeng said was too euphemistic. It's not that his foundation is bad, but he has no spiritual roots at all. Still stuck in Qi refining, no breakthrough.

It's no wonder that he is often ridiculed, saying that he is so stupid that he wasted He Tingfeng's years of hard work.

And even though he hadn't made a breakthrough for more than ten years, and even occasionally scratched his hand with a sword, He Tingfeng still treated him with extreme patience and never lacked encouragement.

Ever since, when Shen Lou gave up on himself because of this, the other party would rub his head, and then continue to routinely demonstrate and teach him personally, which will definitely lead him on the right path.

In fact, if you live like this forever, it is not impossible.The thing Shenlou regrets the most in his life is touching that forbidden book and falling into a demon overnight.

It's just that he wasn't afraid of the demonic energy, or worried that he would get all the eyes of the world because of it—he had already tasted both bitterness and sweetness, and even if those invisible attacks fell on him, he didn't feel pain or itching.

The only thing that made Shen Lou regret it was the last look that He Tingfeng gave him. The warmth and pampering from before disappeared, replaced by disappointment and indifference.

It was clearly the beginning of winter, but Shenlou seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

From then on, when he heard that Wu Shangqing was going to hold a banquet, he made a big fuss and destroyed it in advance, and when he heard that He Tingfeng was about to give a painting to a friend, he snatched it away in front of that person.

Until now, that painting is still kept in Shifang Prison, and Shen Lou is full of hatred but can't bear to destroy it, because it is the last thing He Tingfeng left to him, even if he snatched it by improper means.

It's just that in the past hundred years, no matter how hard he tried to get attention, he tried to attract the slightest attention from the other party.And after every mess, all that is left to Shenlou is He Tingfeng's resolute back.

He knelt in the snow in the supremely clear sky.

I was shivering from the cold, and my limbs were stiff.

But his master never came out again.

……

Immersed in memory and struggling, Shenlou is completely indifferent to the outside world, and he seems to have fallen into a deep self-loathing.The disciples of Shifang Prison will never know that their lord has such a low self-esteem and cowardly side.

Someone suddenly hugged him tightly, and because he was not tall enough, he simply wrapped his arms around Shen Lou's waist tightly.Trying to create an aura of protecting the calf, but it seems that the whole person is nestled in Shenlou's arms.

"Alou, if you believe in Master, I will definitely help you break through."

This hug was completely different from the last time, at least Shen Lou could clearly feel his heartbeat and the burning heat at the tips of his ears, which was even more flustering than He Tingfeng's random groping last time.

Shen Lou vaguely felt that they seemed to have crossed the line, but it was not the teacher's problem, but his unknowingly moving bad thoughts.

So Shen Lou endured the patience and forcibly tore He Tingfeng off his body. Seeing the other's blank eyes looking over him, he could only turn his head away without explaining.

"Master, let's continue." He changed the subject.

Fortunately, He Tingfeng has always had a big heart, and he didn't find anything unusual. Compared with the two masters and apprentices, he, the master, was actually more obedient.

Just at this time, there seemed to be another noisy sound not far away, echoing throughout Wushangqing.That person didn't seem to think about restraining himself at all, he directly shouted Shen Lou's name, as if he had to come out to fight today.

He Tingfeng frowned slightly, and didn't want to pay attention to it, but it was really annoying, so he had no choice but to temporarily suspend his apprentice's cultivation.Master intends to go outside the palace alone, and Shenlou naturally doesn't want to stay.

He stopped the other party, looked at him calmly, with sincerity in his eyes, and gave hints to reassure He Tingfeng: "Master, I am with you."

When the two arrived, the eyes of the bald man blocking the doorway were widened, he stumbled, and then intensified, shouting more and more fiercely.

Seeing He Tingfeng's arrival, he seemed to have seized the opportunity and wanted to rush forward, but Zou Yi firmly blocked him.

Shen Lou was very unfamiliar with the old man in front of him, but when he saw the light above this man's head, he suddenly understood something, glanced around as if there was nothing there, and smiled mockingly.

Hiring ordinary people to act for him is something that only an idiot like Zhou Ying can do.

I just don't know where that guy is hiding now, I'm afraid he won't dare to show his true face to others after he shaved his head bald.

He Tingfeng listened intently for a long time before he could finally tell what the bald man said from the mouth of the bald man in front of him.

It was probably saying: He happened to be sleeping peacefully last night, suddenly a bastard popped out and shaved off his hair, and even the instigator was extremely arrogant, leaving a note pointing the evidence to Shenlou.

The bald man seemed to understand what Shen Lou had done for many years, even if he couldn't watch the other party get punished today, he would get a generous compensation, so when someone invited him to come, the bald man agreed without hesitation.

The bald man had his hands on his hips, and if Shen Lou hadn't been far away, the other party's fingers would have poked him in the face, and he was full of obscenities: "It's this brat who has a father and no mother, who stays up late at night to torment the common people." , no wonder it’s a devil, I’ll bah!”

He Tingfeng frowned, subconsciously took half a step back, as if he was worried that the other party's saliva would get on him.

He didn't want to be seen by that bald man, it's okay, he completely forgot what a big man standing in front of him, and cursed.

"You are not a good thing, you are still a fairy, what kind of fairy is protecting your useless apprentice, virtue is not worthy, get out of Wuzhou as soon as possible!"

There was a scarlet flash in Shen Lou's eyes, as if he was going to take off the head of the person in front of him in the next second, but before the devil energy in his hand gathered shape, He Tingfeng spoke first.

Although he was holding back his anger, he was an unarmed old man after all, so Xianjun still showed some affection: "Old man, what do you mean by this, my disciple is pure and kind, and I would never do such bad things. Wrong person?"

"Ah! What are you still trying to excuse him for? The devil left me a note before he left, can it be faked?" The bald man sat on the ground with his chest folded like a brawler, thinking that today's matter would not be resolved. , he just didn't leave.

Seeing the other party's smug and rolling appearance, He Tingfeng vaguely understood something, but he still said in a good temper: "Then may I have a look at that note, old man?"

The bald man paused, his eyeballs rolled around, as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly fumbled around for his pockets.Under his tugging, many sundries were pulled out, uneaten dry steamed buns and scattered copper coins were all stained with dirt.

I saw him picking up the slip of paper that fell on the ground and dancing forward excitedly.

"Look, look."

He Tingfeng nodded his head, moved his fingertips slightly, and a spiritual energy pulled the crumpled letter paper towards him.Zhan Xin stood in mid-air, revealing the big characters: I am Shen Lou, I am here to find your father.

It was no different from what Zhou Ying found on the table before.

He Tingfeng knew it already, tilted his head slightly, met Shenlou's gaze, and asked with his eyes: Did you do this?

Although he knew in his heart that it was not Shenlou's doing, but since everyone came to his door, even if it was acting, he could still act comprehensively with them.

Shen Lou's eyes were full of calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.When meeting Shang He Tingfeng's eyes, he softened his attitude a little, half hurt and half wronged, and replied in a low voice: "Master, I don't have one."

It was inconvenient for He Tingfeng to rub his apprentice's head in public, but looking at the other party's expression, he knew that this was definitely not the work of Shen Lou. He made a look to reassure Shen Lou, then turned around and greeted him again The bald man who cheated.

"Old man, I have confirmed that the top of the letter paper is not my apprentice's handwriting at all, you must have made a mistake."

This is a mixture of truth and falsehood. Before the split between the master and the apprentice, Shen Lou had always been well-behaved, so he certainly would not have written such arrogant handwriting.However, He Tingfeng's memory was stuck in a hundred years ago, so he definitely couldn't know what the pure and kind disciple in his heart had turned into.

"Wrong?" The old man suddenly stood up like a carp, with a menacing look on his face, his eyes were so fierce that he wanted to swallow He Tingfeng, "What do you mean? Could it be that I forged it? You are his teacher." My lord, of course I am partial in everything, poor old man, I am lonely and have no one to help me, so I have suffered such insults for no reason!"

He Tingfeng closed his eyes, covering up the heavy gloom in them.And at this moment, Shen Lou seemed to be aware of his emotions, and with a voice that only the two of them could hear, he quietly denied again: "Master, I really don't have one."

There is an aggressive old man in the front, and a cautious good boy in the back. There is no doubt about which one to choose.Besides, even if he didn't know the truth, He Tingfeng would choose to believe the latter.Not to mention that now, he has already seen something is wrong.

The stained letter paper was still floating in the air, and with a wave of He Tingfeng's sleeves, it turned into its original appearance - just like a blank piece of paper.

When the bald man saw this, his mind was buzzing, and he subconsciously cursed: "You are destroying evidence!"

He Tingfeng smiled sarcastically, and decided to give the old man the last face. In an instant, his right hand released spiritual power and rushed directly into the dense forest.

From it dragged out a young man in a black robe tightly wrapped in clothes.