I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

Gu Jianhan just stared at him quietly, neither speaking nor moving.He didn't wear a Taoist uniform for practicing swords, and he was wearing a complicated green robe with cold moon pattern and cloud edge, which was blown by the mountains and haze, and Du Shuang on the side of his waist shone with a cold light.

Wen Yan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and felt that the atmosphere was not good, and was about to say something, but the man turned away coldly.

Where did you provoke him?

Wen Yan was covered in ashes, as if he had just dug coal out of a mine. He didn't take the episode just now into his mind. He took a shower and changed into pajamas as usual, opened the original book and studied it carefully.

The hexagram seal just now is a very common spirit-testing hexagram, and there should be a spirit-testing stone to match it.The former tests the cultivator's talent in the five realms, and the latter tests the cultivator's spiritual root level.

It stands to reason that the higher the spiritual root level, the higher the talent for cultivation.The spiritual root is divided into one to seven ranks, and above the seventh rank is the holy rank.At present, there are only three seventh-level cultivators in the comprehension world, Gu Jianhan, Dong Zhixue, head of the Qingxu sect, and Mozun. Whether the so-called holy rank exists is still debated.

Gu Jianhan is a seventh-order ice-type spiritual root that is rare in the world. His spiritual power is extremely cold, and it complements the Nine Forms of Dushuang he practiced, and his cultivation speed is also extraordinary.On the contrary, if a cultivator does not have a spiritual root as an auxiliary, without the blessing of spiritual power and coercion, it will be difficult to achieve success in the five realms.

So no matter how talented he is in talisman dao, he must have limitations when he has a useless spiritual root.

But right now... as long as you can save your life.

After a simple dinner, Wen Yan started tinkering with his SLR camera.This camera is newly bought. The one he used in high school is still on the coffee table at home. I don't know if he can touch it in this life.

The time, date and region displayed by the camera are all messed up, but not as outrageous as that phone.Wen Yan didn't adjust, after all, even the world has changed, so it doesn't matter if it's accurate or not.

Wen Yan stood by the window and turned the camera, wanting to see if the camera rotated smoothly.He uses a 70-200mm zoom lens. When the focal length is increased, the blue shadow in the middle becomes clearer and clearer.

This is... Gu Jianhan?

He had never seen Gu Jianhan practice his sword, and the original book didn't describe it too much.He thought that their sword cultivators had the image of being powerful and powerful, and he also thought about how Gu Jianhan looked so skinny and weak that he was the number one master of swordsmanship. He didn't expect that when he really swung his sword, he seemed to be a different person.

He didn't mobilize the spiritual power in his whole body, but only relied on his mighty sword energy to split mountains and collapse mountains, destroying rocks and rocks.The peak master of Leng Yuefeng seldom used spiritual power outside, and the coercion was extremely weak, making it impossible for people to see his true level.

After all, the Nine Forms of Dushuang has shocked the Three Realms.

He is tall and has long legs, with a graceful vigor, and his head is tied up with only a silk ribbon. His gestures and gestures seem to be aloof and dignified that cannot be desecrated, and he is too cold.

Wen Yan quickly took back the camera, not daring to offend.

The cold moon peak was full of wind and clouds, thunder roared, the monsters imprisoned in the Qingxu Gate whimpered, and the wailing in the East Demon Realm shook the sky. Wen Yan felt that the darkness enveloped the peak instantly, and the vegetation outside the window trembled and swayed. There was a loud crash.

Isn't it... such a big battle?Let this ruin the world?

After Wen Yan hid the DSLR, he opened the window and took a look, but there was no sign of Gu Jianhan.He was secretly wondering, but he heard a burst of stern and sinister laughter.

Facing the bayonet-like mountain wind, he followed that weird laughter to find Gu Jianhan.

He was lying on the jagged gravel, his face was as white as a dead man, his long hair was scattered all over the ground, and his deep red eyes were as calm as the morning.

Wen Yan recalled the scene of picking him up in the back mountain a few days ago, and couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. He paved the cliff to push aside the flesh-and-blood unicorn grass, and rushed to Gu Jianhan's side.

However, as soon as he touched him, cracks appeared all over the blind leaves on the side of his waist, which was a sign that one of his three lives was used up.

"..."

Is it too late for him to regret it now?

"Master, wake up, are you okay?"

He wanted to help Gu Jianhan up, but accidentally pulled his hair.Gu Jianhan frowned imperceptibly, and his eyes slowly focused.

"Master, let the wind stop first, otherwise I won't be able to take you back."

Gu Jianhan was half-embraced by him, unexpectedly he didn't resist or get angry, he just smiled softly, the voice was so sinister as a ghost climbing up from hell to seek his life.

"Stop what? Isn't it good to just blow like this? Shouldn't the dregs die in piles?"

Wen Yan just pretended that his head was not clear, and said nonsense: "Master, you are so cold, and it seems to be getting colder and colder, can you stop? A Yan has no cultivation base, and it really hurts. "

Gu Jianhan didn't reply, just quietly leaned on Wen Yan's broad shoulders.His body has long been frozen by the Bone Witch's backlash, and even his meridians are on the verge of necrosis, but this person's embrace is so warm, like the melting light in March in Yangchun, it burns him so much that he wants to cry, but no matter what Reluctant to escape.

Who made him born to be a humble moth.

Wen Yan called him several more times, but Gu Jianhan was just indifferent, leaning in his arms as if he was dead, his body was getting colder and colder, even his finger bones were freezing.

Wen Yan couldn't bear the torment of the wind blade for so long, and finally couldn't help but groaned, tilted his head aside and coughed heavily.

This wind blade contains majestic sword energy and curse power, Wen Yan is just a mortal, no matter how hard he can resist it, he can't endure it.He even thought about abandoning Gu Jianhan's idea of ​​staying away from this place of right and wrong first, but the body in his arms was in a state of hypothermia, and Gu Jianhan looked unconscious, who knew what would happen later.

The book says that Gu Jianhan has a temperament of being cold outside and hot inside, he doesn't like to kill, and his heart is very compassionate at first, although later... well, there is no other way anyway, so you might as well take a risk.

However, he coughed for a long time, and the wind was still so strong, and it was still rushing toward the East Pole.

Wen Yan was a little bit crazy.

Just when he couldn't bear it anymore, Gu Jianhan in his arms suddenly let out a muffled cough, and then the wind quickly subsided, and the grass and trees went from rustling wildly to swaying gently, but in the blink of an eye, Wen Yan hadn't reacted, and the sky and the earth were heavy again. Back to calm.

This is... a success?

"Master?!" Wen Yan was overjoyed, hugging the cold Gu Jianhan tightly, and said happily, "The wind has stopped!"

Gu Jianhan hummed lightly, and unconsciously rubbed against Wen Yan's shoulder.

The next moment, both of them were stunned.

"Master, Master, are you cold?" Wen Yan boldly touched his forehead, and could clearly feel a cold air bubbling out.He felt that Gu Jianhan was rubbing against him because he was too cold to bear, so he hugged him even tighter.

Gu Jianhan didn't reply, just stared blankly at the lively and lovely Shiba Inu pattern on Wen Yan's pajamas, feeling the warmth from him.

In fact, he can't stand the cold.

His spiritual root is the seventh-order ice system, and his spiritual power contains the pure power of bone-piercing black ice, which is enough to freeze a Nascent Soul cultivator to death.He actually didn’t sleep in a bed at night, he slept in an ice coffin. In the middle of the night, he would experience severe pain and frost all over his body. It was not until the first ray of dawn in the morning that he crawled out of the ice coffin as if fleeing for his life.

His life is a deserted ice field, the more he yearns for light and warmth, the more he falls into the abyss of self-destruction.

Everyone thinks that it is only natural that ice-type cultivators are not afraid of the cold, but Gu Jianhan is afraid of the cold.He was originally just a little beggar picking up rubbish by the Qinggu River. He had no parents and no mentor. When his spiritual root awakened, it was a famine year in winter. He was cold and hungry, but he still had to be tortured by the new spiritual root.When he was almost frozen to death by the icy spiritual power in his body, Mozun Mo Wuya's mother passed by and gave him a pastry.

People looked up to Lengyue Peak, the peak of righteousness, but no one asked him if he was unwilling to stay on a high place.

He once tried to leap towards the glorious and bright magic palace with a heart of repaying gratitude, but in the end he was only worthy of being suppressed on the seventeenth floor of the Prison of Thousand Ghosts and drinking in Huangquan.

He hurts so much.

"Master, Master?"

Wen Yan touched Gu Jianhan's forehead, but felt that the feeling was not coming out, so he leaned over and gently pressed his forehead against Gu Jianhan's forehead, carefully judging the level of body temperature.

It seems that it is not so cold at last.

Before he could withdraw and leave, Gu Jianhan, who had fallen into a deep sleep, opened his eyes without warning.His master's eyelashes are too long, they seem to be able to sweep across his face at such a close distance...

and many more!

"Master! Listen to my explanation!" Wen Yan bounced away quickly, and quibbled, "I just want to test whether you are still cold, and whether you need to add a quilt. Don't dare to have other thoughts!"

Gu Jian coldly glanced at the three quilts on his body, and looked at Wen Yan expressionlessly.

"Take it away, take it away!"

Wen Yan threw off the three quilts with one stroke. In this extremely hot weather, Gu Jianhan didn't sweat at all. Wen Yan accidentally touched his robe, only to realize that he was still cold. "How long have you been in a coma?" Gu Jianhan propped himself up and sat up, without any headache and weakness after coma.

Is it asleep?

impossible.

It is impossible to fall asleep without the ice-type spiritual root in the ice coffin.

"It's not long, it's only two or three hours, it's about midnight now, why don't you—continue to sleep?" Wen Yan couldn't help yawning, as if he was finally relieved, and the drowsiness also surged up.

"Midnight?" Gu Jianhan's heart trembled, and he glanced at the Qingyu instrument not far away as if he was facing an enemy, and sure enough, the pointer was pointing at Zishi.

He subconsciously covered his heart, but the expected pain never came.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you covering your chest?"

"To shut up."

Wen Yan could hear the irritability in his tone, thinking that the ancestor lost his temper again, and was about to find something to say back and get away, but his eyelids stuck together uncontrollably first.

Gu Jianhan stared at the little apprentice lying beside his bed, and after an unknown amount of time, he actually let go of the hand he held on his heart, hesitatingly, and very slowly, touched his slightly upturned cheek with his cold white fingertips. hair strands.