Master, you have changed

He has just entered Hu Qingjue's sect, and still has a deep grudge against human beings, so Hu Qingjue simply lives on the top of a mountain that is rarely visited by people, and it is very quiet.

Although Feng had a heavy heart this night, he was very well-behaved, and followed Hu Qingjue away from the wilderness quietly and restrained all the way.

The place I call home may never come back in my life.

The people coming and going all paid attention to Hu Qingjue, either envious or in awe.

This kind of gaze was something he had never experienced before, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, lowered his head deeply, and twisted his hands uneasy.

He didn't look at the road, and only wanted to distance himself, for fear of tarnishing this holiness.

He bumped into a fleshy wall, and hurriedly stepped back to apologize: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He stretched out his hand to wipe a little dirt off the white clothes, but he was afraid that it would get worse.

Hu Qingjue didn't care, but others were pointing. He couldn't help lowering his head, staring at the tip of his shoe, keeping a distance of one meter.

Hu Qingjue took him into a tailor shop, picked out some plain new clothes and shoes, and bought a hair accessory under the girl's shy smile when passing by the stall, jasper-colored, translucent and beautiful.

With the wind, he booked a guest room for the night and ordered someone to burn a bucket full of hot water.

Feng was restless at night, staring at the white clothes and new clothes with green borders on the bed in a daze.

Is this for me?Master can't wear this kind of small clothes, but I have no relatives or reasons with him, so why would he buy clothes for me?

Xiao Er enthusiastically brought hot water, and said earnestly, "Do you need other services, my lord?"

Hu Qingjue said calmly: "Prepare some signature dishes" and threw a gold coin over.

Xiaoer closed the door lightly, and left with a smile on his face.

He said, "Go take a bath"

Feng returned to his senses this night, he was uncertain, and dared not meet his eyes.

Hu Qingjue said again: "Bath"

He just woke up like a dream, moved over cautiously, took off his outer shirt and inner shirt a few times, and when he took off his inner shirt, he quietly glanced back, just happened to meet Hu Qingjue's eyes, and lowered his head in panic.

I couldn't stop thinking, why didn't Master leave?I'm so dirty, I'm so embarrassed!

There were light footsteps behind him, and he turned his head quietly again. Hu Qingjue was standing in front of the window with his back turned to him, watching the scenery.

Only then hastily took off his clothes and entered the water.

When he was alone, he also had bath tools, which were made of discarded wooden boards. Although his life was hard, he was not decadent. He had everything he should have, but it was not very beautiful.

The arrogance in his bones urged him to live a delicate life even if he was homeless!

But...it's really dirty after running for a day...the bathtub is light and dark, does it have a strange smell?Will Master think I'm smelly and dirty?It's so tangled... I really want to change a new bucket of water...

There was a knock on the door, Xiao Er said through the door: "Master, do you need to change the water?"

Hu Qingjue replied: "Okay."

Feng Ye almost buried his head in his chest, his face was blushing, it was really bad, the master must have seen the dirty water, even Xiaoer thought he was dirty, and asked if he needed to change the water...

Will he think I'm bad?Regret taking me as an apprentice?In other words, what is a disciple?Why should I call him Shizun?

After a while Xiao Er brought new hot water and looked at him for a while.

Probably thinking, how could such an out-of-this-world son bring along a dirty beggar?

Feng Jiye scrubbed himself fiercely, his body was in burning pain.

A light voice behind him: "Don't use so much force"

At the top of the hair was an extra pair of hands, gently and carefully rubbing his hair.

In a trance, it seems to be the mother who was smiling and gentle cleaning herself when she was a child.

Immersed in the illusion created by myself, I didn't feel that the hair was cleanly attached to the skin, the man said: "Wipe dry and change clothes"

He came back to his senses in an instant, secretly annoyed, how could he let Master wash his hair for him?He is such a noble son!

New clothes on the upper body, the hair has been dried, and the eyes are white, and the master is standing opposite.

He didn't dare to look up, and called blankly: "Master?"

The wind blade flew across Hu Qingjue's hands, and the waist-long hair like weeds fell in pieces, adding a little weight to the top of the head.

Feng Yeye touched it, and it was the jasper willow leaf hair ornament that Master bought just now.

The eye sockets suddenly became hot, resisting the urge to shed tears, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows and whispered: "I..."

What am I?I opened my mouth and spit out a single sound, my mind went blank, I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say, this kind of feeling is really difficult...

Hu Qingjue stretched out his hand and said, "Eat."

Feng Jiye quietly hid his clean hands behind his back and wiped them vigorously, then slowly stretched them tremblingly.

It was a warm touch, a feeling he hadn't experienced for many years. He looked up, followed his master downstairs, and sat down under the guidance of Xiao Er.

There were plenty of food and wine on the table, but he couldn't concentrate on the food at all. There was only one thought in his mind, is it true?Isn't it a dream?

Whispered discussions drifted into the ears.

"Look, the little beggar has been staring at that young master!"

The handyman complained: "Stop looking down on people, beggars are people too! Where is he? Give him something to let him go... Huh? Brother Si... Are you referring to that young man in white?"

Xiaoer said: "What little son, the little beggar who came in with your nobleman just now, why does he look like a different person after taking a bath? His lips are red and his teeth are white."

"Qixiu? He is simply the best-looking boy I have ever seen! But the noble young man next to him really has an extraordinary temperament. Shhh, don't say anything, be careful not to be overheard!"

The discussion faded away amidst the shouts of the guests, Feng Ye's heart was pounding, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Very good!He said I look good!Wouldn't it be embarrassing for Master?

His heart was beating too fast, thumping, as if it was going to jump out of his throat, so he took the small pot on the table and poured it vigorously.

"Cough! Cough!"

what is this?Choking and spicy!

After coughing for a while, I vaguely heard someone laughing around me.

"Look, the little guy is drinking like an adult!"

He stopped coughing, let out his breath, and had tears in his eyes.

Hu Qingjue handed over a handkerchief, he took it carefully and wiped his face clean, took a deep breath of the elegant floral fragrance on it, wanted to return it, but thought it was dirty again, so he said embarrassedly.

"Master...will you return it after washing it?"

Hu Qingjue responded: "Mmm" stroking his hair: "Eat"

Eating without talking, sleeping without speaking is very thorough, but only Feng Yiye knows how restless he is.

The food here is delicious!He decided that he must learn how to cook well, and cook for Master every day!

They only passed by the human town once, bought new clothes and shoes, and with Hu Qingjue's acquiescence, bought pots and sauces to carry on their backs.

It doesn't affect the image either.

The master said to take him home, the road is very dangerous, there are many monsters and wild animals, but when they see the master, they will turn around and run away, which is really strange.

Feng Yeye firmly fulfilled his inner promise, and made delicacies in different ways every day. What is frustrating is that the master did not express his like or dislike.

After walking for a whole month, they came to the mountains and looked up at the highest one that pierced the sky.

Could it be that Master lives here?Can people live here?

He saw that the sword that had never been taken by the master's waist was suspended from its sheath, and a stream of ice blue floated away, which was very beautiful.

"Master, why does it glow?"

"spiritual weapon"

"Ah... what is a spirit weapon?"

"Things That Can Help You Be Strong"

"Does it have a name?"

"Annihilation, its name"

"Nice" If I have my own, name them too!

Hu Qingjue pulled him onto the sword body, and said lightly: "Tighten me up"

Feng Yiye hesitated for a while, carefully holding the corner of the opponent's clothes with both hands.

The blade of the sword carried the two of them soaring into the sky, and the hold on the corner of their clothes just now turned into a panicked hug.

Feng this night: "Ah! Master! Master!"

"Calm down"

"But we're flying! I'm afraid of heights!!"

Feng Yiye felt that the luckiest thing in his life was to meet Hu Qingjue, because he, and only him, would never despise himself.

He will do his best to repay this kindness!

but…

"Master..."

"Master..."

The body seems to be in a fire, and the pain of burning is unbearable, what's going on?Why so uncomfortable?It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the snowflakes are flying, how can there be a burning sensation?

The cloud and mist above the head gradually turned golden red, bursting out countless lines of fire, and the white snow on the top of the mountain melted, exposing the withered yellow soil.

The flying birds were frightened and the grass and trees were ashes. Under the plum blossom tree, the peerless man in white clothes and silver hair turned around and stood up, staring straight at him indifferently.

"Master...?"

Hu Qingjue drew his sword and left in the air, the snow mountain instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames, his heart ached beyond burning pain.

Feng Jiye eagerly reached out to grab it: "Master!"

"Master!"

"Master! Don't go!"

"do not go…"

"Don't want me...!"

The scene changed suddenly, the mountain top disappeared, but the sea of ​​fire remained.

The surrounding trees were burning, crackling, the air was distorted, ashes rose, and it was unbearably hot to be surrounded.

Feng Yeye hadn't reacted to this change yet, and said in a daze: "Master... don't go..."

"Don't go"

"... "

"???"

"!!!"

Feng Yiye regained consciousness in an instant, trying to understand the cause and effect, raised his head to meet Hu Qingjue who was leaning over, moved his eyes with a little guilt, put up the signboard and said with a bright smile.

"Master, why are you here? Why did Aurora Ridge catch fire?"