Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

A few days passed, and the world of comprehension that had just calmed down was a little more turbulent.

Inside the Taixuan Peak of Tianyan Sect, Elder Xuanhong dressed in white stood in front of the golden branch in front of the hall, smiling and teasing the oriole inside.

Not long after, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the hall.

Xuan Hong didn't turn back when he heard it, and asked, "What's the purpose of the sect master coming here?"

Upon hearing this sentence, there was still a trace of complexity in the eyes of the Sect Leader who had just walked in, and then disappeared, leaving only an impenetrable warm surface.

He turned around and walked to the side of the carved wooden chair, sat down, and said, "I do have something to ask."

"Master Uncle, about Junior Brother? Are you hiding something important from me?"

Xuan Hong, who had just fed the food in his hand to the little oriole, paused when he heard this sentence, turned around with some doubts, walked to the head and sat down.

"Xiuchen? Why do you ask like that?"

"I just went to the Hall of Soul Consciousness." The master glanced at the elder in front of him.

As expected, Xuan Hong's indifferent complexion changed for a moment.

Seeing this, Xiu Shan twirled his fingertips.

He did go to the Soul Consciousness Hall to search for all the strange fluctuations recently, although there was nothing he wanted to find among those strange things.

But the elder's expression now is obviously not that simple.

He looked at the elder in front of him, and said casually: "Master uncle, do you know, what have you been doing in the past ten years since the younger brother disappeared? Is it like what outsiders said... Bewitched?"

After Xuanhong listened, the smile on his face disappeared completely, and he said in a deep voice, "What did the master see, that he became so suspicious?"

The headmaster didn't answer, just took out a light blue bead, put it on his fingertips and crushed it, at the same time, a line of words appeared in front of him.

Although there are only a few short sentences, the content is not that simple.

It is said in the text: Nightmare Chen Mojun, the master of Chenmen, is seriously injured at this time.

And the person who sent the letter also clearly marked the place where he recuperated.

"A few days ago, outsiders had rumors that the younger brother had fallen into a demon. I didn't believe it at first, but now I think it's a coincidence." Xiu Shan noticed Xuan Hong's gaze, and said indifferently.

Xuan Hong raised his eyes and looked at the head who was testing him in front of him, and he knew it in his heart, it seemed that the head already knew.

"Who spread this news?" Xuan Hong asked instead without answering.

"The secret method is passed on, and the source cannot be found."

After hearing this, Xuan Hong pondered for a moment with his downcast eyes.

From the disappearance of his apprentice to the fact that someone spread the news that he was possessed by a demon, and then to the place where the demon lord recuperates his wounds, although it is not known whether it is true or not, one does not need to think about it to know that it cannot be true. coincide.

The headmaster looked at the silent Xuan Hong and did not continue to ask. He raised his hand to erase the lines in front of him, and withdrew his enduring gentle demeanor.

He said angrily: "I don't think I need to remind you. The elders also know that cultivating demons is the most damaging to people's hearts. Junior brother has become a demon king now, and Chenmen is led by him. He has grown to this appearance in just a few years, and even more so." Regardless of the master of the Chen Clan, Yan Chen Mojun has always been bloodthirsty and ruthless."

"Junior Brother is no longer the original Junior Brother."

Before Xuanhong could reply, he turned around and strode away: "The elder sheltered Mo Xiu from joining the sect, so let's reflect on it in the peak these days."

He had come here to ask for a fact, but now that he knew it, he felt unhappy together.

When the servants waiting at the door saw the master come out, they lowered their eyes and left behind.

Because of the enchantment in the temple, they did not hear what happened in the temple.

Immortal cultivators and demon cultivators have been at odds for a long time in the realm of comprehension, and now that Chu Huan has become Demon Lord Nightmare Chen again, such a reaction from the sect leader is perfectly normal.

Elder Xuanhong naturally knew this truth. He looked at the figure fading away in the distance. After a while, he retracted his gaze and sighed.

Chu Huan once went out to practice and was seriously injured. He accidentally discovered that the physique of this apprentice he had taken in was an extremely rare and hard-to-detect natural demon body, which was suitable for cultivating demons. Fortunately, Chu Huan was extremely talented. , The comprehension on the journey of cultivating immortals is also easy to understand, and the physique is not an obstacle for Chu Huan, so he is relieved, but he did not expect that the next time he went out to practice, he would directly lead the apprentice into a demon.

He didn't say anything about the enchantment back then because of his selfishness. Even after Chu Huan returned to the clan, he vaguely recognized his identity after becoming enchanted, and he never said anything, but tried his best to find a way for him to blend the breath in his body. road.

With such a personal disciple, Xuanhong naturally thinks of him everywhere.

……

In Hokuriku, the waning moon hung in the air, and the few bamboos in the courtyard cast a mottled light shadow, making the already quiet town even more serene.

Sitting cross-legged indoors, Chu Huan withdrew his spiritual power and slowly opened his eyes. Because of the experiment just now, his lips were still a little pale, but the interest in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger. He got up and took off the side. He put the ring back on his thumb, and the golden shadow pattern on the black robe shone brightly with his movements.

It was also at this time that the magic lines on Chu Huan's neck that were about to fade were barely exposed, but they disappeared completely in a few moments.

The Black Jade Ring was like a medium, able to ease one of the two different strands of spiritual power and make it calm down when he had not completely controlled the two different strands of spiritual power in his body.

Chu Huan adjusted his breath for a while, and after resting, the consciousness in the inner room happened to change.

Xiao Zhuo woke up.

The young man who sat up on the bed looked a little sick. Before Chu Huan came in, he was about to get out of bed.

After seeing his appearance, the boy's movements paused for a moment, and the uneasiness in his eyes that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible disappeared.

"Master."

"how do you feel?"

As he spoke, Chu Huan approached, and by the way, checked whether there was any abnormality in the spiritual power in Xiao Zhuo's body.

"Hands and feet are a bit weak." Xiao Zhuo retracted his feet that were about to get off the bed, sat cross-legged on the side of the bed and pulled Chu Huan's hanging sleeves and said naturally.

"Master, do you want to check?"

After hearing this, Chu Huan glanced at Xiao Zhuo's fingers pinching the corner of his clothes, the slender fingertips attached to it were a little white due to the forceful grip.

Weak hands and feet?

Seeing that the serious liar in front of him did not expose him, Chu Huan sat beside Xiao Zhuo with some amusement, and checked his body again without any problems.

During this period, Xiao Zhuo took the initiative to lean into Chu Huan's arms on the grounds that he had no strength to sit still, until finally he slowly wrapped his arms around the waist of the person in front of him.

"It's nothing serious, if you still feel uncomfortable, just rest and rest."

After Chu Huan checked, he looked at the young man who was nestled in his arms.

Xiao Zhuo nodded in agreement, did not take the initiative to leave, but took it for granted and asked: "How much can Master remember now?"

"Sixty percent." Chu Huan estimated.

He remembers the exercises, swordsmanship and alchemy recipes clearly, and he gradually remembered a lot about the sect, except for people, he has not really remembered anyone so far, so for him, the only person he knows is It was the boy in front of him.

After hearing this, Xiao Zhuo lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

With his movements, the slender back of his neck was also exposed, falling within Chu Huan's sight.

Chu Huan's gaze fell on it naturally, and with a thought, the dark lines belonging to him gradually appeared, occupying that area in a short while.

The author has something to say: In the previous chapters, Qingxuanzong (Donglu) was wrongly written as Hokuriku, so I fixed it~