I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

The Furong Warm Pool is hidden behind the heavy rock in the back mountain. Because of the barrier, outsiders are not allowed to set foot in it. It is Gu Jianhan's private warm pool.

Green vines and green branches overlap at the entrance, but there are no mosquitoes, flies or insects in the mountains, and the environment is very quiet.

"Master, can I really go soak?"

Gu Jian gave him a cold look: "Go back if you don't want to soak."

Wen Yan turned around to leave, but Gu Jianhan grabbed hold of his belt.

"As the teacher asks you to soak, you can soak. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Because I haven't soaked in hot springs with others yet." Wen Yan scratched his head in some trouble, "Here—has senior brother been here before? Is Master used to soaking with outsiders?"

"..."

Gu Jianhan let go of Wen Yan's belt, his eyes turned cold.

"Do you really have to make Teacher Wei angry?"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yan was pushed into the entrance by a wave of spiritual force, the force was extremely heavy, and it meant that he could not resist.After Wen Yan's face was covered with vines and branches, he seemed to be kicked hard by the cold spiritual power. It didn't hurt, but his whole body was kicked into the air, and fell into the warm pool with an extremely beautiful parabola.

Wen Yan, who was all wet, came out of the water to look at his master. He thought that he might have a gloomy face again, but he didn't expect that his cold eyes would soften after seeing him like this. .

Wen Yan's half face was stuffed in the water, looking unhappy.

Gu Jianhan squatted down on the bank, touched Wen Yan's drenched short hair: "Don't make me angry in the future, you promised to be my teacher, have you forgotten?"

"Then you can't kick me." Wen Yan's whole face emerged from the water, Hu Po stared at Gu Jianhan without blinking, "It was really super dangerous just now."

It's a shame, Gu Jianhan thought to himself.

He originally wanted to say that he could still control this bit of spiritual power, and that kind of accident would never happen, but seeing Wen Yan's expression, he couldn't say it out.

Maybe he was wrong?

Gu Jianhan pursed his lips tightly, and the movement of touching Wen Yan's head gradually slowed down. He was struggling and thinking seriously, but was interrupted by Wen Yan's surprise attack.

Wen Yan suddenly grabbed Gu Jianhan's wrist and brought his defenseless master into the water. Gu Jianhan subconsciously looked for something to borrow, and took advantage of the situation to put his hand on Wen Yan's shoulder.

"Master's clothes are also wet now, it's fair."

Gu Jianhan's fist hardened, his brows were tightly frowned, staring at the apprentice who was smiling stupidly and dazedly in front of him, but he just gritted his teeth and said, "Presumptuous."

Wen Yan: Don't let me be presumptuous, I have been presumptuous many times. ①

"Master, don't be so stingy." Wen Yan patted him on the back to comfort him, "Just now, Master was so fierce to me, I wasn't angry at all."

Gu Jianhan's long hair was half wet, and it floated on the surface of the water, forming a cloud of black mist. Wen Yan scooped it up for him, fished it out of the water and put it on his chest.

"You might as well go and see how other disciples get along with the master. Others are loyal to the master and dare not disobey the master. Look at yourself, and you are here to question the master. Zun, dissatisfied with Master, what does it look like?"

Wen Yan touched his nose guiltyly, let go of the hand that was holding Gu Jianhan's waist, and said sullenly: "Master doesn't like it, so I won't do it."

Gu Jianhan was slightly stunned, and after a while, his cheeks were faintly red again, but fortunately, the mist filled the air, so Wen Yan didn't notice it.

"My teacher... didn't say I didn't like it." He suddenly lowered his voice, "It's just that next time, I need to ask for my teacher's permission first."

Oh, Wen Yan thought, there will be another time.

The two of them soaked for a while without embarrassment. Wen Yan really felt extremely comfortable in his body. The mellow and gentle spiritual power of heaven poured into his body continuously, and his meridians were widened and then strengthened. The bones have also been tempered, the dantian is slightly sore and swollen, and the newborn spirit has begun to take shape, but it looks strange, Wen Yan didn't see what it was.

"Does it hurt?"

Gu Jianhan straightened his drenched hair.

"...It doesn't hurt, it just feels weak."

Wen Yan felt that this posture was weird, and wondered why Gu Jianhan kept this posture unchanged.

If the enemy doesn't move, I will move first, Wen Yan thought to himself, I can't keep soaking like this forever.

So he tilted his body, fell to the water with his head up, and then used the smooth stone wall to complete the movement of floating on his back.Gu Jianhan was stunned, and imitated his movements to float up like this, but accidentally sank in the water. He wanted to use his spiritual power to lift himself up, but a pair of powerful hands hugged him.

"Master, your hair is all over my face." Wen Yan complained sullenly, while tidying up Gu Jianhan's messy long hair, "Can't you use spiritual power to protect it?"

Those powerful spiritual powers in TV dramas, when they enter the water, don’t they always have docile hair? When a cultivator reaches Gu Jianhan’s level, he is already omnipotent. Why can’t Gu Jianhan even take care of his own hair?

"Forgot." Gu Jianhan's face turned hot.

"Don't forget, blurred vision is very dangerous when you enter the water. What if you drown in it alone?"

This kind of thing is simply a fantasy, how could he drown because of this kind of thing, Wen Yan is too stupid.

There is only one person who cares about him so foolishly.

So he lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded slightly.

While he was in a daze, Wen Yan had already finished braiding a long braid for him, hanging on his chest almost to his waist.His clothes were already soaked, and it seemed uncomfortable to stick to his body, so Wen Yan asked him if he wanted to take them off.

"What is this?" Gu Jianhan avoided talking about the clothes, holding up the braids in his white palms, with an unsightly expression, "You messed with my hair again."

Wen Yan groaned suspiciously, and clarified: "It's just to prevent the hair from falling apart in the water. Master, please don't slander me."

Gu Jianhan didn't believe it, and still stared at him coldly. His face was also wet, and there were still drops of water on the eyelashes.

"Okay, okay, did Master just want to float on his back? A Yan can teach... er... I can give you the secret."

"No need." Gu Jianhan didn't want to be taught by his apprentice, so he refused without thinking.He used his spiritual power to support his body, and after floating up, he glanced at Wen Yan inexplicably.

If the master had a tail, Wen Yan thought, he might be splashing water at this moment.

One advantage of Furong Wenchi is that the temperature will never drop, even if it encounters the powerful and fierce ice-type spiritual root on Gu Jianhan. The reason why Tiancaidibao built such a warm pool.

His body, if there is no Furong Wenchi, may not be able to last a long time ago.

The ice coffin is really too cold, every time you sleep is a serious wear and tear on your body, but in order to protect your fragile spiritual roots, you have to lie down inside.

Wen Yan also floated up, and floated beside Gu Jianhan, closing his eyes to enjoy this hard-won reward from his master.

It was really comfortable, satisfying everything from the hair strands to the soles of the feet. He hadn't felt so relaxed for a long time. It didn't matter even if he was wearing wet clothes. The external discomfort was nothing compared to the spiritual comfort.

Wen Yan emptied his mind to enjoy, and almost forgot that his master was still by his side, until his hand hanging on the right was lightly touched, and he opened his eyes suspiciously, only to realize that Gu Jianhan's fingers touched him at some point in the palm of your hand.

Wen Yan's brain crashed.

He didn't dare to act rashly, but turned his head to look at Gu Jianhan, wondering if he put it on purpose or accidentally.

But he met his moist eyes stained by the mist.

Looking at each other...very close.

"What's wrong?" Gu Jianhan asked him.

Wen Yan stared at him blankly, feeling the fingers in his palms pressed closer, the cold touch was real and vivid, as if sending some unknown message to him.

He should break free.

His hands are so dirty.

This person is going to ascend to the fairy world in the future.

"...Nothing." Wen Yan smiled lightly, sighed half-truthfully, but suddenly remembered something, and said to him with shining eyes, "Master, do you know sea otters? "

Gu Jianhan's thin lips parted lightly, and his voice was very slow: "I've never heard of it...why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

Wen Yan looked at him for a while, then smiled and said, "The sea otter is a very cute animal. It has a round head, a fat body, and a cute expression. It looks very, very obedient."

Gu Jianhan groaned, and seemed to be thinking for a while: "So you like this?"

"Many people like it, not just me." Wen Yan tried hard to recall, "It seems that one year he was selected as the fifth most cute creature in the world."

Gu Jianhan lowered his eyes to look at his thin and withered body, feeling inexplicably unhappy: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I heard that when sea otters are sleeping, in order to avoid being washed away by the sea, they will choose to hold hands with their companions." He added, "Just like my master and I are doing now."

But you didn't pull me, Gu Jianhan wanted to say.

But the outrageous action just now had exhausted all his courage, he didn't even know why he put his finger on it so stupidly, when he realized it was a foregone conclusion, but he couldn't move because he couldn't bear the warmth. open.

It's really disrespectful.

But what made him even more uncomfortable was that Wen Yan was indifferent.

"But a teacher is not a sea otter."

"Neither is A Yan." Wen Yan smiled at him, his eyes were still so gentle and clear, as if soaked in sunlight, but the words he said were not like that at all.

"Then...why do Master and I hold hands like sea otters?" Wen Yan looked at him, with a look that seemed to be looking straight into the depths of his calm eyes, "Master, give me A reason, okay?"

If not, he didn't know what reason to hold the cold and skinny fingers in his palm.

The author has something to say: ①The words come from Concubine Hua