Mozun's apprentice is wrong

In order to avoid being too ostentatious to attract spies from Xuanjingtang, or trigger the town's air defense barrier.Whenever they go to densely populated places, the two will put away the Mipeng bird or Yujian, and walk on foot.With the blessing of the Concealment Curse, they returned to Ningyuan City smoothly all the way.

But Bai Jingxuan's frail body was still a bit fragile after all, and he became weak after walking for a long time, so that they had to stop and go.

Inside the inn, a pair of jade feet were held on Lin Yuyang's knees, and the ankles were red and swollen.

"Master, does it still hurt?"

Lin Yuyang applied blood stasis medicine to his palms, and carefully pressed his slender ankles.

Bai Jingxuan hissed and nodded slowly.

It hurts. I didn't expect to sprain my foot after walking a few miles. This bone is too fragile.

Since he became a mortal, he has tasted hunger, cold, pain, and fear all over. In the past, these words were as light as a piece of paper in his eyes. Now, after experiencing it personally, he understands that for fragile mortals, everything is like a mountain. heavy.

But for the eight hardships of life, this is just the beginning.

He looked at the boy who was half kneeling on the ground, remembering the other party's left arm that had been burned by karmic fire, and the pain he felt, suddenly his heart tightened.

He had cut his palm before, and now he sprained his foot again. The pain was already unbearable, and these flesh and blood pains were nothing compared to the burning of karma.

His heart trembled suddenly, and he said hoarsely, "Does your arm... still hurt?"

Lin Yuyang raised his head and stared at him blankly, making him a little uncomfortable. He looked down at himself to make sure there was nothing unusual, and asked in confusion, "What?"

Lin Yuyang came back to his senses, smiled slightly, "It's nothing, it's just that I've never heard Master say such a thing, some..." He swallowed the words flattered.

The master has changed, and it is not only surprising that he would care about his pain or not.

Seeing that Bai Jingxuan's phoenix eyes were still full of doubts, Lin Yuyang said: "With the jade muscle dew bestowed by Master, it doesn't hurt much anymore."

This is obviously a lie, Yujilu does have a powerful repairing effect, but it cannot relieve pain.

But Bai Jingxuan didn't see the other party frown.

As if to reassure him, Lin Yuyang added another sentence: "I am used to this little injury."

Can you get used to this too?

Bai Jingxuan looked at the other party, and said in an orderly tone: "Let me see your injury."

The clothes were taken off, revealing the entire left arm and most of the left shoulder.Although Yujilu is particularly effective in treating burns, Bai Jingxuan is not fully sure about the injuries left by Yehuo.

The black, charcoal-like wounds spread all over the upper arm, and there was a faint pungent smell.

Looking at this shocking scene, he frowned tightly, and said in a reproachful tone: "The injury is so serious, why didn't you say anything?"

Lin Yuyang turned his back to him, raised his head slightly, and said softly: "A little flesh injury, it's okay."

Bai Jingxuan was about to say a few words, but suddenly remembered the way the original owner treated his disciples, so he swallowed the words again.

Facing such a mean master, who would want to mention his own injury?At that time, I am afraid that there will be a few complaints, and what's more, a few more whips will inevitably be added.

He sighed softly, although it was extremely slight, it actually fell into the ear of the other party.

Lin Yuyang blinked, if he heard correctly, Master seemed to be worried about him.

Yujilu didn't have the desired effect, because the burnt flesh on the surface blocked the effect of the medicine, Bai Jingxuan took out a dagger, squeezed it slightly and said: "If you don't remove the burnt flesh on the surface, the injury will only get worse. "

He swallowed softly, as if he had made up his mind, he said: "Endure."

He didn't realize that the tip of the knife he was holding was trembling slightly, he focused on the injury, and lowered the knife very carefully but decisively.

Every time a piece of burnt meat was removed, his heart trembled, but the figure with his back to him didn't even move.

Until all the black charred pieces were removed, revealing bright red flesh and blood, he let out a long breath, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and the dagger landed involuntarily with a bang.

Lin Yuyang was about to get up when he heard this sound, but was pushed back by a force behind him.

A cold touch came over, and the wound medicine was carefully applied to the wound.He said softly: "Thank you, Master."

Bai Jingxuan took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood and medicine on his fingertips, and was about to put on the open clothes of the other party, when he moved his eyes slightly, he just saw a faint trace on his back, he curiously pulled the skirt of the clothes open, but met with resistance.

It was Lin Yuyang who tugged on his clothes, turned his head slightly and said, "Don't bother Master, I will wear it myself."

Bai Jingxuan knew that he didn't want him to see the mark, so he said coldly, "Release."

It was taken off obediently, and the skirt of the clothes faded inch by inch along with the traces, until the whole back could be seen at a glance, and Bai Jingxuan's pupils trembled slightly at the scene in front of him.

The fine old scars spread from the shoulders to the back to the waist.

Bai Jingxuan's long eyebrows furrowed little by little until the silver leaf disappeared between his eyebrows.

Don't ask, it's all thanks to his "self".

It was left by the magic whips in the hands of "Bai Jingxuan" over the years.

The disciples of Ming Tianzong can receive wound medicine from Huichun Hall regularly, but Lin Yuyang, who is often punished by the suzerain, never receives a penny more than others.

Because of Bai Jingxuan's indifferent attitude towards him, the whole sect followed suit.

Even though he is a closed disciple of the suzerain and has a respected status, the whole sect seems to follow some unspoken rules tacitly. Apart from the superficial etiquette, in fact all his expenses are comparable to those of ordinary disciples. No difference.

The wound medicines used were not expensive, and they could not effectively remove the scars. In addition, he often did not do any treatment in order to save medicine, which left a devastated place.

The majestic disciple of the sect master of the Underworld, except for a red crystal tied on the tail of his hair to represent his identity, is dressed like an ordinary disciple.

Even the guard disciples outside the Qingxuan Hall are respected more than him.

Outsiders didn't know it, and they praised Bai Jingxuan's disciples for their discipline and frugality.

Only a few elders in the sect knew that the Beiming Immortal never accepted disciples, and the only closed disciple was just a toolman.

A memory that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind, and Bai Jingxuan involuntarily clenched his robe sleeves tightly.

That was five years ago, and Lin Yuyang was still an 11-year-old child.

The weak body knelt under the steps, with blood dripping down its back.

The sound of the whip resounded through the hall, and the barbed whip slashed at the flesh, and every time it fell, a long bloody wound was torn open.

But the child just gritted his teeth and groaned, his knees seemed to be firmly nailed to the ground, motionless.

Master's icy voice came from behind: "Let you store your Qi in the Sea of ​​Qi! It's not transported to the Purple Mansion! Recite the last three chapters of Liu Ren Xin Jue ten times!"

The child bit the corner of his lip, and spoke in a trembling voice, but received another heavy whip.

"loudly!"

The sound even spread outside the hall, and the disciples guarding the hall heard the intermittent chapters and sentences, and whispered among themselves.

"It's only been three years since I first started, and I have to practice such a profound mental method. The suzerain is so strict."

"Since it's a closed disciple, the requirements must be different, we can't envy you."

Someone hissed and shivered and said, "Forget it, I'm afraid I won't last a year if I practice like this, and I won't have the blessings to endure it."

The child's weak shoulders gradually trembled, his fingers clung to the cracks in the ground, and the fingertips were worn out. Big drops of sweat fell down his jaw and merged into the blood.

I don't know how many whips were dropped, until the voice of reciting became weaker and weaker, his eyes went black and he collapsed on the ground.

"Bai Jingxuan" raised his whip to a halt in the air, and snorted disdainfully.He threw the whip casually, turned and left without looking back.

Leaving the weak figure lying alone on the cold floor paved with cold jade bricks.

The memory was forcibly cut off by Bai Jingxuan, and a sense of guilt rose from nowhere and swept through his heart.He scolded himself, it was the original owner and not him, what kind of guilt is this?

He sighed lightly, and said: "I treat you so poorly as a teacher, but it seems that I haven't seen any complaints from you, why?"

The figure in front turned his face slightly, revealing the sharp-edged facial contours. He paused for a moment and said, "This disciple was abandoned in that forest since childhood. If Master hadn't rescued me, even if I hadn't become the food in the mouth of a spirit beast, I would have been no different from a beast." Different. Not to mention getting into the fairy gate?"

"But..." Before Bai Jingxuan could finish his words, the other party's next sentence made him a little stunned.

"Fate is given by the master, and the disciple will do whatever he wants."

Bai Jingxuan paused for a while, thoughtfully pulled up Lin Yuyang's skirt, and lightly patted Lin Yuyang's back shoulder to signal him to turn around.

He looked directly into the youth's dark pupils, and said word by word: "Your life is your own, and no one has the right to control it, not even being a teacher."

Lin Yuyang's pupils shrank obviously, and he stared straight at the beautiful woman in front of him, and was stunned for a while.

The heartstrings were faintly twitched, like a ripple on the calm water under the night.

Not long after, he solemnly bent over and kowtowed: "Yes, Master."