I rely on green tea to coax the amnesia master back

Shen Lou's brain felt like a heavy hammer, he was so startled by his own thoughts that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

In the end, he could only desperately swallow those childish questions, his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, he was compromised and nervous.

"Okay...Okay, listen to Master."

He Tingfeng was very satisfied with Shenlou's obedience, but what made him helpless was that the little apprentice seemed to cry more and more.

Lord Xianjun would not regard the red eyes of the other party as the touch of presenting the Xuanyi. After thinking about it, he could only connect it with the wound on Shenlou's body.

Although Shenlou denied it many times, He Tingfeng knew this apprentice too well, he had always had a character of smashing teeth and swallowing blood, and would not retaliate even if he was bullied.

He Tingfeng, who lost his memory, didn't know that the tough and tolerant apprentice in his mind had already become the devil king of Shifang Prison, and there was no brave person in this world who would dare to provoke him easily.

He Tingfeng, who imagined a scene of bullying in his own mind, almost broke the wall of Tangchi. He is not as magnanimous as Shen Lou. If anyone dares to bully his apprentice, there will be no place for him in Wuzhou Place.

Shen Lou was not born with a talent for martial arts, he was taken in by He Tingfeng when he was young, and taught him carefully, but he couldn't even break through the barrier of Qi refining, which is the reason why he is still stagnant today.

He Tingfeng has exhausted thousands of methods, accumulated pills, enhanced spiritual power, and even considered some crooked ways, but he still couldn't awaken Shen Lou's opportunity to practice.

Occasionally Xianjun feels frustrated, but there is nothing he can do about it, but every time he sees Shenlou's trusting eyes, he can only attribute all the reasons to himself.

He thought, even if the apprentice couldn't practice martial arts, so what, he climbed to the top to protect his life.

Everyone in the world said that the chance of ascension is illusory, and it was because of unrealistic thoughts that He Tingfeng succeeded in ascension and became the only immortal in the Fifth Continent.

Extracted from memory, Shenlou in Xuanyi seemed to have a new look, and the righteousness that he deliberately pretended in the past disappeared, but it was very strange, looking at the demonized apprentice in front of him, He Tingfeng didn't even feel displeased at all.

Like a customer picking out a garment store, he circled around to take a complete look at Shenlou, and the puppet opposite him was extremely obedient, allowing him to raise his hand from time to time.

"It's very suitable, Master likes it very much." He Tingfeng's eyes were reluctant to move away from his robe, and he didn't even know that there was someone who was less than an inch from the tip of his nose, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Shenlou's eyes moved away invisibly, but as if he was masochistic, he sneaked a glance, and raised his hands obediently, looking obedient and dumb.

Dusk was over, and he mistakenly thought that Shenlou still couldn't cultivate, and naturally he still followed the routine of mortals, He Tingfeng didn't even think about it, so he prepared to take someone to rest.

In the middle of the walk, his footsteps suddenly stopped, he turned around, and almost collided with his apprentice who followed him step by step.

He Tingfeng held Shenlou's arm, approached with a hint of embarrassment on his face, his voice became softer because of guilt: "Disciple, do you still remember where you live? Your master suddenly couldn't remember."

Shen Lou: "..."

He almost thought that the other party remembered something.

But having said that, I am afraid that very few people can still remember the road clearly after a hundred years, and Wu Shangqing has changed too much, Shenlou is not even familiar with the road, let alone the courtyard where he lived when he was a child.

But seeing He Tingfeng's trusting and expectant appearance, he couldn't bear to refuse.

So the master and apprentice, who couldn't recognize the way, walked around Wushangqing all over, and finally lost their way.

He Tingfeng looked at the familiar fork in the road in front of him, and for the first time began to doubt his IQ.And the chief culprit, Shen Lou, was secretly turning his head aside, refusing to meet his gaze, acting as if it had nothing to do with him, but was actually secretly memorizing Wu Shangqing's route.

Fortunately, although He Tingfeng was a little strange, he didn't think in the direction of being deceived, he only thought that they really accidentally went astray.

In the end, he had no choice but to repeat the same trick, and flew up to the sky with his apprentice's waist in his arms, using spiritual power to lead the way to the palace where he lived.

Although Wushangqing's soup pool is open, none of the disciples or attendants in the palace dared to compete with the palace lord for the site, and went out spontaneously to solve the bathing problem, thus creating the illusion of coldness.

After returning to the main hall, there were more people coming and going, but regardless of men and women, when they saw Shenlou, their expressions were very delicate.

On the surface, Shen Lou accepted the scrutiny calmly, but in fact he was very flustered.

But these people didn't dare to argue in front of He Tingfeng, they just looked at each other, bowed to the fairy and fled away.

For a moment, there were only sporadic people present, except for He Tingfeng, there were only two people standing and kneeling.

The person standing there was named Zou Yi, Shenlou had a vague image, this person was born to love swords, and was obsessed with martial arts, he was the most eye-catching among all the disciples of Wu Shangqing.

And the one kneeling in front of the main hall was naturally An Ping who was punished by He Tingfeng. Now, no matter how much he begged for forgiveness, Xianjun would even give him a look.

While Shenlou was delighted, he vaguely felt that this might be his future fate, so he quickly shut his mouth tightly and waited and watched.

The incident of Anping being punished was well known, and Zou Yi's eyes skipped over him, and then lightly glanced at Shenlou, with a flash of complexity in his eyes.

At that moment, Shen Lou almost thought that the other party would reveal his identity.

However, Zou Yi didn't say anything in the end, just bowed slightly, facing He Tingfeng, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Xianjun."

He Tingfeng nodded coldly, compared to the annoying Anping, he had a good look at Zou Yi's awareness of current affairs, at least he didn't take the opportunity to punish Shen Lou Liwei.

When the person walked away, Anping, who was still kneeling on the ground, gritted his teeth, his resentful eyes swept over Shenlou, and when he met Shang He Tingfeng, he deliberately pretended to be wronged: "Xianjun, Anping knew it was wrong. "

Shen Lou was watching from the sidelines, seeing the change of expression clearly, he couldn't help but marvel, and said to himself that his "cultivation" level really couldn't compare to this person, and he really should study hard.

However, He Tingfeng has long been used to being indifferent to people other than Shenlou, and it seems that in the eyes of everyone, he will always be that immortal monarch who shows neither emotions nor emotions.

"Since you know your mistake, let's kneel down for the day, and get up after Xu time tonight."

After saying that, Xianjun didn't even look at him, and went directly into the main hall, leaving Anping alone, dumbfounded, staring at Shen Lou outside the hall.

For no reason, Anping was at a disadvantage, and Anping's eyes were full of fire, making no secret of his jealousy and hostility.As if he was afraid of being noticed by He Tingfeng, he only slightly opened his lips, and breathed out two words.

Shen Lou could see clearly that what the other party said should be "disgusting".

This kind of words has been heard too much for a hundred years, and it is almost painless to him.What made Shen Lou more concerned was how Anping hung on his master before.

His eyes glanced at Anping's upper limbs undisguisedly, as if he was considering whether to have his arm broken or to be dismembered. This chilling realization made Anping startled. He touched the back of his head belatedly, not knowing why Frightened by things.

Shenlou retracted his gaze, slightly curled up the hands hanging by his sides, and finally bit the bullet and walked into the main hall.

"Let's rest here tonight. I'll have someone tidy up tomorrow and let you live next door. It's also convenient to take care of."

Shenlou looked at the only bed in the middle, which was originally He Tingfeng's private property, and he asked knowingly, "Master, where do you rest?"

"Your master doesn't need to rest." He Tingfeng raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't care at all, he looked around, lightly touched the soft couch beside him, and then rubbed Shen Lou's head, "Master sleeps there, call me for something tonight Just do it."

When the top of the head was pressed softly to leave, Shenlou responded, lifted the quilt obediently, and wrapped himself into He Tingfeng's bed.

As the other party said, He Tingfeng should seldom rest. He probably spent most of his nights practicing, and there was hardly any familiar aura on the closest bed.

Shenlou lay on it with his eyes open, until now, he couldn't believe that he managed to stay in Wushangqing, and he could still lie on He Tingfeng's bed.

The fairy did what he said, and lived on a soft couch with his eyes closed, and his spiritual power circulated all over his body in order to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.He reduced his own defense a lot, probably out of trust in Shen Lou, and it is easy to wake up in case of crisis.

Shen Lou was lying on his side on the bed, with one hand resting on his head, watching He Tingfeng's silver hair floating with the aura fluctuations, no one could get close to him easily, he unconsciously pursed his lips.

The stolen joy can be regarded as joy, at least now, he can openly look at He Tingfeng, this master who has never looked at him for a hundred years.

Sometimes, Shen Lou also felt that the other party was too cruel.Just because he practiced the forbidden technique and became a devil, which was contrary to the righteous way, he chose to cut off all kindness and righteousness with him.But now that he thinks about it, everything is indeed his own fault. The Demon King of the Ten Directions Prison and the Palace Master of the Supreme Qing are completely different from each other.

late at night.

The neatly folded Xuanyi was taken off, and only when he was sure that He Tingfeng would not wake up in a short time, did Shenlou dare to get out of the quilt and carefully put on the clothes.

He was still reluctant to keep Xuanyi, perhaps it was the last gift he could receive from He Tingfeng in his life, and he wanted to keep it no matter what.

Selfishness is causing trouble, but in fact, Shen Lou has not had any wrong thoughts, he can take advantage of He Tingfeng's amnesia, stay in Wushangqing in a grandiose manner, and enjoy the master's careful care.

But the better He Tingfeng treats him, the more Shenlou recalls the loneliness of the past hundred years.Instead of sitting still and experiencing the pain of breaking up again in the end, it would be better for him to stay away and find a way to restore his memory.

What if the other party agrees to get close occasionally for the sake of his sincerity?

After the forbidden practice, there is no need to follow the orthodox cultivation methods, and the magic energy can make people who have no spiritual roots to embark on the road of cultivation, and Shenlou is one of them.

With He Tingfeng's signal, it was much easier for him to go back and forth to Wushangqing. At least now, when he leaves, there will be no disciples to stop him.

At most, if they run into each other on the road, the other party will just mess up first.In front of him was someone who had made him sad for countless times, Shen Lou only nodded lightly, and successfully caught the other party's embarrassing gaze.

This person didn't seem to have thought that there would be a day when the roles would be reversed.In the past, He Tingfeng acquiesced in blocking Shenlou from entering Wushangqing.

Shenlou didn't pay much attention, and flew away in the dark.If there is any further delay, when He Tingfeng wakes up, he will be reluctant to run away.

……

As the head of the Devil's Cult, the source of all evil in the words of Zhengdao Laozi, the Ten Square Prison is not like its name, it is purgatory and abyss.

Shen Lou was frustrated by He Tingfeng at the beginning, arrogant on the outside and inferior in the inside, trying to use the "prison" to restrain himself, so he built a palace, named Shifang Prison.

But in essence, Shifang Prison is just the only foothold of Shenlou.He doesn't call this place his home. Perhaps only Wushangqing, who has lived here since he was a child, is worthy of this title.

It is said by the outside world that most of the forbidden arts practitioners are promiscuous and chaotic, exposing the inferiority of human nature to the fullest, so gentlemen should not associate with them.

But the real magic cultivator only feels wronged. The forbidden technique is abandoned precisely because of its eagerness for quick success, and forcibly entering the Tao is harmful to the body, and those who perform it improperly are likely to go crazy.

When Shen Lou practiced, he had to suffer a lot before he achieved the achievement that is beyond the reach of today.Most of the people who went to Shifang Prison to "study" had a similar experience to Shenlou. Since they were young, they were unable to ascend by refining qi, and had to be enchanted by demons.

Of course, the banned books cannot be released to the public so as not to be exploited by those who want to. Therefore, even if the disciples of Shifang Prison take a shortcut, they can only live in peace, step by step, and practice hard day and night. It is impossible for them to have time to do adultery.

Therefore, when Shenlou returned to Shifang Prison, the whole hall was still brightly lit.He casually clicked on a familiar disciple, and raised his voice, "Come here."

The appearance of that disciple is about five or six out of ten, but who knows, his real age is beyond his destiny.Being called by Shen Lou, he didn't even have the slightest panic, instead he immediately stopped practicing, ran over happily, and bowed respectfully.

"The lord has orders."

Shen Lou's posture in front of his subordinates is completely different from that in front of He Tingfeng.All those pretended cowardices were discarded, and what remained were only arrogance and coldness.

"Go and inquire about the whereabouts of the genius doctor and see if it is possible to invite him to Shifang Prison. The reward is not a problem."

The word "invite to Shifang Prison" seemed a bit difficult, the little disciple was embarrassed for a moment, then he nodded firmly, and said in his heart that he must fulfill the Lord's order, but he is just a genius doctor, and he will definitely be able to invite people.

Seeing this, Shen Lou was just a little more satisfied, and was about to ignore his subordinates and leave, when he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

This remark seemed to be too contemptuous, and instead of being unhappy, the man lit up a pair of astral eyes, and repeated the words twice, as if he was afraid that Shenlou would not remember.

"Xuanran, my lord, my name is Xuanran." After speaking, as if he wanted to describe these two words more clearly, Xuanran groped his upper body, trying to find a pen and paper to write it down.

But when he came back to his senses, Shen Lou was no longer in front of him.

The little disciple stood there for a long time, and the moonlight stretched his shadow extremely long.On this night, perhaps only Xuanran himself knew that he was successfully remembered by the Lord.

Although he practiced magic, Shen Lou still kept some habits, such as three meals a day and sleeping.He successfully shirked the matter of finding a genius doctor to his subordinates. He lay on his own bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

The bed seemed not as soft as Wu Shangqing, and the bedding was not as warm as Wu Shangqing, and there was no He Tingfeng breath at all.Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, she simply opened her eyes.

Shenlou thought unrealistically, it would be great if he hadn't left Wushangqing.Tomorrow, I can still see the gentle master and the unimpeded road, just thinking about it makes me yearn for it.

He turned over and got out of bed, found a new shirt to put on, and the black robe He Tingfeng gave him was neatly folded and placed beside the pillow to comfort the sleepless night.

It seems that Shenlou never thought about returning to Supreme Sunshine, but in the past every sleepless night, he would leave Shifang Prison, climb up any high eaves, and lie down to admire the moon.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the high-hanging round mirror is so bright that it fills the world with all the aftertaste, illuminating the path of the homeless.

Shen Lou looked at that month, his thoughts were racing.Can't help but feel funny that the world is so big, but there is no place for him.

Suddenly someone pinched his ear hard, and then a familiar male voice came out, a little anxious: "You child, you didn't say a word when you left, making it hard for your master to find!"

The voice was close to his ears, Shen Lou's ears went numb for a moment, and he sat up suddenly, He Tingfeng's panicked face was reflected in his pupils.

The other party seemed to have been looking for him for a long time, and he didn't even notice the dust on the hem of his clothes.

Shen Lou didn't know how He Tingfeng managed to locate him so quickly in such a short period of time.At this moment, he didn't want to think about anything, only a disrespectful thought rushed into his mind.

He almost wanted to hug her tightly regardless, but his forearm forcibly endured, and no one noticed its trembling.

The air was silent for half a second, Mr. Xianjun seemed to have discovered something only now, and touched Shenlou's shoulder with his fingertips.

"Teacher, this seems...isn't the robe your teacher gave you?"