Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Yun Shuhua's mind was floating, trying to think about this issue from a higher and more comprehensive perspective.

If there is a metaphor that he and Jing Fan each hold a chess game and separate the two parties, there is only one possibility: Jing Fan did not regard him as a small disciple in the Five Realms, but put him in the Yuxiao Palace. in the camp.

Then came the second question. It is true that the Five Realms Immortal Alliance is in the dark in the Ming and Demon Realms. How can he be sure that the forces of all parties will not ebb and flow, and the Five Realms will always have the upper hand?

According to Yun Shuhua's only understanding, the reason why this game of power struggle is named the Great War of Immortals and Demons is that victory and defeat are interdependent, like the positive and negative sides of a coin, repeated between the two camps of Daoist and Demonic Cultivators circulation.The six desires are endless, and the war is endless.At this time, the domain masters of the five domains are in charge of the lower realm, and after many years of incomplete protection, the initiative is handed over to the Demon Realm.Jing Fan is a man with great foresight. If you ask him in such an affirmative tone, it's hard not to make people think too much.

Or what he wants to ask is another question: whether Yun Shuhua is willing to be the chess piece of the winner, no matter who the winner represents.

He frowned for a while, and summed up the points that Jing Fan had puzzled him recently, and a bigger doubt surfaced in his heart.

This time he broke into the illusion of Shuo Wang, Jing Fan must know the mystery of it, he knew that he came here to save Jiang Shuwan, but after the two met, he didn't mention it at all, he would rather take the risk of getting hurt You also want to stay, are you waiting for some important person or thing, or waiting for an opportunity to test him?

This kind of thought jumped out, Yun Shuhua laughed at himself.Since he crossed over, the master has tested him countless times. He thinks that he is a piece of blank paper that has been pierced one by one.

But if it is a human chess piece... Yun Shuhua pinched the chess in his hand, and his tone was unpredictable: "If the master only wants to hear my disciple's opinion on this game of chess, then the disciple can only say that you can't win, you can win!" In the enemy."

"If the master asks about other things, the disciple will have nothing to say. In the battlefield, it is not the strength that determines the final situation. The great good fortune is born in the great extinction. The disciple only follows the heart to decide whether to stay or not. No regrets."

Yun Shuhua spent some thought and skillfully pushed the topic back.

Jing Fan's heart sank slightly, and he should have been keenly aware of the difference in what his apprentice said, so he didn't answer directly.

"Xiaohua is still young, and the disaster started at a very early stage. Some things need to be prepared for a rainy day, and decisions should be made early."

After finishing speaking, he placed a chess piece in front of Yun Shuhua with two fingers, sealing his way, and said with unknown meaning: "It's getting late, rest early."

Yun Shuhua watched Jing Fan get up slowly, his sleeves froze for a moment with the movement between walking and stopping, and hung down by his side as if his arms were losing strength.

He immediately stood up and went forward: "Master...you?"

Jing Fan remained expressionless, but his face was a little pale, thin sweat dripped from his forehead, and his tall and straight figure swayed, as if he was fighting against something.

Presumably this is the power of the illusion, his torture has just begun.

The young man beside him had sensed that something was wrong, and quickly supported Jing Fan's arm, saying quickly, "How does Master feel now? This illusion is too evil, why did it suddenly happen in the middle of the night?"

In fact, it was not a sudden onset. The cold, hunger, and pain had been entangled with Jing Fan all day long. This feeling has no cure, and it cannot be changed by adding food and clothing. It is just heavier than before.

Jing Fan put his fingers to his lips in silence, a sweet taste rose from his throat, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.

There was a bone-piercing pain in his back, it was the first knife given to him in nine cold days, and now the familiar feeling emerged from his memory again.

Jing Fan fell to the ground, unconscious, and slowly closed his eyes.

At the last moment of sight, it was Tu'er anxiously calling his name beside him. Although it was not quite the same as the snowy night many years ago, it suddenly gave him a sense of karma and reincarnation.

Yun Shuhua imitated the previous method, and transferred most of the mana in his body to Jingfan, put him on his shoulder, and helped him back to the bedroom.

After all, with some experience, the caretaker will not be in a hurry this time. He nervously unbuttoned Jing Fan's clothes, put his hands on his shoulders, and followed the bloodstains to carefully look at the wound on Jing Fan's back.

Seeing this, he took a sharp breath.

Previously in Yuxiao Palace, Jiang Shuwan's scars were all caused by Fu Yi. Although the wounds were wrong, they were not fatal. They were just tortured to make him suffer unbearably. Now let's look at Jing Fan The knife wound on the back seemed to have exerted all its strength, and it was as if someone was being used as a living target, and the skin was ripped apart, and the bones were visible.

Yun Shuhua had never seen such a tragic situation, and the palm with magic power slowly stayed above the wound to heal him.

At this time, the two were embracing each other. Jing Fan's smooth and distinct chin rested on his neck, breathing evenly, as if he was asleep. In addition, the snow robe was loose at the moment, revealing his solid chest and beautiful straight collarbone, tight Clinging to Yun Shuhua's chest.

The breath was intertwined, Yun Shuhua was not distracted in the slightest, he stared at the wound intently, no matter how much mana he sucked, there was no sign of healing.

How could this be so?A few days ago, the treatment of Shuwan obviously worked.

Yun Shuhua didn't believe in evil, and didn't withdraw his hand wearily until half of his mana was gone.Jing Fan's injury is too overbearing, and if he treats it by himself, he will definitely not get better. Wait until dawn to find a medical clinic in the town for some wound medicine, or... find that woman.

Yesterday, I saw Master walking on the same road as Ling Canghe. I think she should be hiding in the town. If I can find her, it would be great.

Yun Shuhua stroked his heart with his left hand, and thought: Since that woman thinks that there are floating bone beads in her body, it is better to use her tricks. When her mana recovers a little, she will take out the beads that the master gave him and lead her to appear.

Ling Canghe has a strange fragrance on his body. When he met Master last night, he smelled an unusual floral scent from Master's sleeves. His own clothes were also stained with that smell... I am afraid that what he saw in his dream a few days ago The strangely dressed woman might not be Ling Shaoyi at all, it should be Ling Canghe without a doubt.

After making up his mind, Yun Shuhua gently put Jing Fan in a position where he would not touch the wound, and quietly retreated, carrying the thin basket in the firewood room on his back and leaving from the backyard.

The door of the old house was closed, but Jing Fan on the bed opened his eyes, his star pupils were clear, and there were indescribable emotions in them.

On a rainy night yesterday, he felt that there was magic power flowing from his apprentice, and if he checked again today, it was indeed true.

Yun Shuhua didn't know how to solve the riddle of the illusion, and how did he use mana to heal his wounds?Moreover, since he entered the country, he was poisoned by the Gu poison, and within ten days his spiritual power was exhausted, and his internal organs were gradually exhausted. The beads in his body could only protect him from death, but could not guarantee the return of mana.

Jing Fan's eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly thought of the question Yun Shuhua asked him under the oil-paper umbrella.

"Master, what kind of person can use mana here?"

what kind of person?

Naturally, there is no past.

In the early morning, Yun Shuhua came back from the mountains with a heavy basket on his back. Instead of returning to the small courtyard, he went straight to the town to go to the market.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the road ahead was covered by thick fog. Early-blooming tung tree petals fell to the ground with dew, wet Yun Shuhua's sleeve corners, and faint folk songs came from afar. Those who are in peace of mind are happy and forget their words.

When they met on a narrow road, a young woman in a coarse linen skirt stepped on the tung tree leaves and walked towards him, humming a country tune in her mouth, her cheeks were flushed, presumably the cold wind this morning was too noisy.

The two met in the middle of the path, Yun Shuhua took a few steps back in embarrassment, and was about to speak, but saw the village girl's singing stop abruptly, her expression changed drastically, and she froze in place.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your singing." Yun Shuhua retreated under a big tree to make way for the village girl, and at the same time asked cautiously, "This girl, can I ask you about the situation in the town today? Is there a market where you can exchange items..."

"It turned out to be you. Dad said that outsiders like you have no sense of propriety, justice and shame, and do bad things all day long to make Tianlei strike your brains!" The village girl glared at Yun Shuhua fiercely, speaking obscure swear words in her dialect. After glancing at it, he muttered again, "Why is it gone...it's really bad luck."

She put the word "no no" on Yun Shuhua's body, which meant to curse him to die.

Yun Shuhua's smile gradually disappeared, and he left without arguing with her.

The villagers in Shuowang Town are extremely disgusted with outsiders, and they don't know whether it is the origin passed down from their ancestors, or some major changes have been experienced here.

Yun Shuhua couldn't figure it out, and couldn't ask. He took three or two hunted animals and went out from the front yard to the town's market for some food, and then knocked on a shop that looked like a medical center.

After a while, a middle-aged woman opened the door, and when she saw his appearance, she frowned and asked coldly, "What are you going to do?"

People under the eaves had to bow their heads.Yun Shuhua turned around and glanced at the pedestrians on the street in twos and threes, then coughed softly on his lips: "Do you need a helper here, I can give the prey I hunt to the store every day, I just want to change some wound medicine. "

"Wound medicine?" The woman repeated, "Just change the medicine with me, I don't need you to be a helper here."

"It's really great to be able to barter things," Yun Shuhua said gratefully, "but someone in the family was injured, I'm afraid I will come to trouble you a lot in the next few days."

Just at this time, a strong middle-aged man passed by holding a child through the crack of the door. After seeing Yun Shuhua's face, he clicked his tongue in disgust and covered the child's eyes.

"It's terrible how you talk to him, shut the door quickly!"

The woman frowned, turned around and said a few words to the man in an unintelligible dialect, and then heard shouting and cursing from inside the door.

"Haha, that white-skinned boy has raised a son in his house, so he has the style of Deng Sheng. A few days ago, the butcher next door said that he heard the son in his housekeeper called Shizun, which is really shameful."

The woman glanced at Yun Shuhua, and said in a deep voice, "Put the prey in your hands on the ground, and I'll get you a few packs of wound medicine, and then you should leave quickly."

Yun Shuhua felt uncomfortable, but he respectfully put the rabbits down.

After a while, he took the medicine, thanked him and left, and went back to the courtyard in silence.

Although the scenery of Shuowang is like a fairyland, it is not usually oppressive and heavy when you are in it. Yun Shuhua's face is gloomy, and he suddenly feels very at a loss.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly saw at the entrance of the courtyard, a man in a green shirt was raising his eyebrows and smiling at him, with the jade flute in his hand shining brightly under the sunlight.

"You can know what Deng Sheng's style means, and what is the loam in that reckless man's mouth?"

"……uncle?"

The medicine bag in Yun Shuhua's hand fell to the ground, Jiang Shuwan's tragic injury flashed through his mind, and he stepped back vigilantly: "Why is uncle here?"

He glanced at the quiet courtyard, feeling a little nervous, but he heard Fu Yi's deep smile: "What are you afraid of, Jing Fan has put a restriction on the courtyard, uncle can't get in."

"Did you hear that? Everyone here is hostile to you. They think that you have committed adultery with Jing Fan, a teacher and apprentice, and are entangled with you in violation of human relations. They also say that Jing Fan is your male favourite."

Fu Yi put his arms around his arms and said slowly, "Are you angry?"