Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

The fog was heavy and the sky was full of haze.

Next to a cave at the bottom of a cliff, there are clusters of withered grasses. These grasses are not as tough as ordinary withered plants, and they will turn into fly ash with a light touch.

The hidden cave behind the withered grass seemed to be holding some mysterious ceremony. The blood-red halo dyed the entire cave, and the strange runes that were constantly changing were floating in it.

I saw a coffin covered with bloody patterns placed in the runes, and the occasional bloody bulges on the lines were still shrinking and shrinking, as if they were alive.

The bulge seemed to be filled with blood, especially oozing.

The lid of the coffin was half opened, revealing the person lying quietly inside.

She was dressed in a dark red dress, and her head was covered with a helmet made of unknown materials, and she could only vaguely see a few strands of hair protruding from under the helmet.

Suddenly, there was a wave of spatial fluctuation on the wall of the cave, and an extremely coquettish person in a white coat walked out of it, frowning.

The mandala embroidered on the hem of her dress was vivid, and when it slowly dragged across the ground, it seemed like real flowers bloomed through it.

"The Son of Heaven in this world has now entered the Tianyan Sect, and we are already one step too late."

"Executor, please be calm, the body is not ready yet, we still need to wait." The woman in the coffin suddenly made a mechanical sound, but it turned out to be the sound from her helmet.

The woman was still unconscious.

"We are a coexistence body. If I can't replace the Son of Heaven, then you will have a hard time." The woman in white walked to the coffin and threatened in a low voice.

The mechanical voice was not talking. Seeing this, the woman sat sideways beside the coffin. With her long and slender fingers hanging down, she touched the unconscious woman's neck and smiled.

Inside Linghua Peak, at the Lingchi.

A man in white clothes and a silver crown raised his foot and kicked the man with white lips into the flowing spring water in front of him without any hesitation.

"Hmm..." The person who was kicked down obviously didn't expect this, his expression suddenly became panicked, and he took a few sips of water under the water.

Chu Huan here glanced at him, and seeing that he was adapting well, he flew to the side of the water pavilion and sat down.

Xiao Zhuo came out of the water, shook the water off his face, and looked around.

This spiritual pool is located behind the mountain, with crystal clear water drops falling on the surrounding trees and flowers, and the occasional chirping of birds makes the whole mountain full of aura.

"Is this the place of healing?"

The drenched boy asked with crooked eyebrows, as long as he was not in the air, Xiao Zhuo would be much more courageous.

"Well, the spring water in the spirit pool will be effective after a while." Chu Huan replied.

Xiao Zhuo nodded clearly, not aware of any danger.

He looked at Chu Huan who was waiting for him and said, "The feeling when I met Master last time is much different from now."

After hearing this sentence, Chu Huan paused, then he rubbed the pages of the book slightly with his fingers, and asked:

"how do I say this?"

Xiao Zhuo met him a year ago, and saw him without a mask at that time, so if Xiao Zhuo recalled the patterns on the clothes he wore that day, then he would The identity of Tian Yanzong is in danger.

Xiao Zhuo is full of hidden dangers for him.

"Last time, I saw that Master felt oppressive all over his body, but now he is much closer to him." Xiao Zhuo thought for a moment, then replied.

Then he smiled and said: "I guess it's because the master is the disciple's master now."

Chu Huan was noncommittal after hearing his explanation, but he was thinking about how to control this hidden danger in his hands.

"How did Master know the disciple's earthly name?" But after a while, Xiao Zhuo couldn't bear to ask again.

He becomes extra talkative when he's with people he trusts, plus he's a little curious about the truth.

"If you want to know, you will know." Chu Huan said perfunctorily after hearing this question, but he was a little annoyed.

Why does this Son of Heaven talk so much...

When Xiao Zhuo wanted to ask more questions, suddenly there was an unbearable pain in the wound, which was ten times more painful than the healing medicine he used.

"The water in this pool suddenly became very hot." Xiao Zhuo took a breath, shook his hands and said to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan looked down at the spirit pool that was faintly steaming, and an undetectable smile flashed in his eyes.

"It's the Lingquan that works."

"Huh?" Xiao Zhuo squeezed out a question after hearing this sentence.

"Don't leave your hands from the spirit pool, otherwise there will be no healing."

"Hiss...!" After Xiao Zhuo followed his words, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He was better at enduring the pain than ordinary disciples, but at this moment, his eyes were flushed from the pain.

The young man's wet eyelashes and flushed cheeks added a touch of fragility to this flamboyant young man.

However, at this moment, Chu Huan, who was the only one who could see this scene, didn't feel anything in his heart.

After a long while, the people soaking in the pool looked completely embarrassed, because of the pain, the whole handsome face was a little distorted.

"Can you still bear it?" Chu Huan asked from the side.

Xiao Zhuo at the bottom of the pool gasped when he heard it, and then reluctantly replied: "Shang Ke..."

Even though he answered like this, just from his appearance, it can be seen that he is just pretending to be calm.

Seeing that it was getting late, Chu Huan stood up and walked over: "Give me a look at your wound."

Xiao Zhuo stretched out his arm after hearing it.

But he was in so much pain that he had no strength left, and he fell down as soon as he lifted it up.

Seeing that he was weak, Chu Huan took his hand to keep him from falling.

Looking down, I saw Xiao Zhuo's right arm, where there was a hideous wound just now, now there are only three faint pink scars left.

"Well, come up." Chu Huan wanted to let go of his hand while speaking, but was held instead.

"I don't have the strength to go ashore, so I hope Master can help me."

After hearing this, Chu Huan did not refuse, and pulled him to the pavilion in the water.

Then he smoothly embraced Xiao Zhuo's waist, and flew to the shore beside him.

Xiao Zhuo leaned on Chu Huan to stand still and asked weakly: "Master, is this spirit pool so unbearable when healing injuries?"

"The wound is healed, only the effect of warming and nourishing is left, and then there will be no pain." Chu Huan slightly wrapped his arms around the waist of the person leaning on him to prevent him from falling to the ground and getting covered in mud.

If he was stained with mud, Chu Huan would not even touch him.

"If you get injured again in the future, you can enter and exit this spirit pond to heal your injuries at will." After finishing speaking, Chu Huan clearly felt that the person in his arms froze for a moment after hearing these words.

Then he added with a smile in his eyes: "If you don't want to, forget it."

"Yeah." Xiao Zhuo looked far less energetic than before, and he was almost exhausted on his face.

The Spirit Pond was originally behind the mountain of Linghua Peak, but after so much tossing around at this time, the sky has already turned dark blue.

The cool wind blew gently, causing the water in the spirit pool beside it to sparkle, like fluctuating silk.

Xiao Zhuo's clothes were still wet, but now that he was blown by the cool wind, his body shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously got closer to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan didn't push him away, he lit some spiritual fire on his fingertips, and after patiently drying the clothes he had just collected on the apprentice with spiritual power, he planned to let him stand by himself.

But he didn't expect Xiao Zhuo to fall asleep while standing in his arms in such a short time.

"..."

However, Chu Huan then changed his mind, it would be good to go to sleep, after the entrance test was over, his body would definitely be very, very tired.

Although Lingquan can heal his wounds, his spirit cannot be soothed well.

Now that he fell asleep by himself, it happened to be convenient for what he wanted to do to Xiao Zhuo for a while.

Chu Huan looked down at the man who had passed out, and saw that his breathing was steady and not fake, so he bent down and picked up the young man in his arms, and left the Lingchi.

Although the boy in his arms looked like a normal man, he was unexpectedly light in his arms.

Although Chu Huan's purpose of accepting him as his apprentice was impure, and Xiao Zhuo might be the indirect cause of his death in the previous life.

But before knowing the truth, Chu Huan would not easily make Xiao Zhuo hate him.

After all, whether it is luck or fortuitous encounters, the Son of Heaven is something that ordinary people will not have.

Along the way, they didn't meet anyone.Because Ling Huafeng was originally trained only for Chu Huan, he had never taken in apprentices before, nor did he find any disciples who did odd jobs, so Linghuafeng was extremely cold inside.

Chu Huan took Xiao Zhuo straight to the direction of his bedroom.

Before entering the bedroom, Xiao Zhuo woke up.

The tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of Chu Huan's body.

"Are you awake? Then go by yourself." Chu Huan saw the black eyelashes of the crow in his arms trembling for a moment, then lowered his head and said.

"Huh?" Xiao Zhuo hooked Chu Huan's neck subconsciously, and after realizing his current state, a blush spread across the tips of his ears instantly.

Ever since he could remember, he had never been hugged like this.

"Okay." Xiao Zhuo replied in a daze following Chu Huan's words.

However, after he was put down, he realized what Chu Huan had said, and his heart felt empty for a moment.

Then, after he let go of Chu Huan, he pretended to stagger for a while, looked at Chu Huan behind him and told a little lie, "Master, this disciple has weak legs and can't stand steadily."

"Huh?" Chu Huan was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to support the weak-looking man.

Logically speaking, after soaking in the spirit pool and resting for a while, shouldn't he be so weak?

While supporting Xiao Zhuo, he probed his body with spiritual power.

The result is that everything works fine...

Chu Huan suddenly realized that although Xiao Zhuo was the Son of Heaven, he was only at the fifth level of Qi training at this moment.

With such a cultivation level, he still doesn't have the ability to resist the wind and cold, so maybe he caught a cold just now.

At this moment, Xiao Zhuo who was being supported had a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He thought that Chu Huan would continue to hug him.