I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

"There are still others."

Gu Jianhan patted his head, gently grabbed his hair and tried to pull him out.

Wen Yan looked at the neck that was close at hand, and rubbed his canine teeth on it twice, but finally chose to give up.

He buried his head in Gu Jianhan's neck, feeling a little sad for some reason.

Maybe it was just because Meng Zhao was crying too loudly.

"If there are no accidents, we will be able to return to Leng Yuefeng soon, and then you can bite as you like."

"Really?" Wen Yan asked aloud, but there was no sign of happiness or expectation.

"Of course it's true."

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, then pulled his lips and smiled as brightly as before: "That's really... Thank you, Master."

"There's no need to say that between you and me."

Wen Yan didn't answer the conversation, and Gu Jianhan didn't speak again. They cuddled together quietly, without shyness, but they didn't seem sweet and ambiguous.

Wen Yan propped his hands on the stone wall, with his thin and thin master in his arms, his eyes occasionally wandered far away, and he was very keenly pulled back.

Rationality told him that Gu Jianhan's willingness to coax him was as much as humanly possible, and he is already very good now, so he can't expect too much, but he still can't help but think of the records in the original book.

Gu Jianhan wooed Mo Wuya without any restraint at all. If Mo Wuya hadn't been interested in men, his master might have sent him to his door to be eaten up by that man.

Why is it here with him, it’s not allowed to become this, and it’s not allowed to be that.

Wen Yan felt a headache, it was too childish and ridiculous to worry about this kind of thing, but he just couldn't help it, when he thought of the past events between Gu Jianhan and Mozun and what would happen afterwards, he was so jealous that he was about to go crazy.

Those who have never worried about these before, the more they get, the more timid they are, worrying about gains and losses.

Really... sucks.

*?*?*

"In front is the Flower God Temple."

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Meng Zhao pointed them to the ancestral hall at the end of the road.It is resplendent with gold and jade, and the incense is strong, which is incompatible with the prosperity of the entire Huashen Town.

That is the ancestral hall dedicated to Liu Zhiming.

It is a big taboo in the righteous way to be enshrined with incense without being in the position of a god, but the demonic cultivator can greatly increase his skill because of this, and practice with half the effort.

It must be thanks to the blessing of this ancestral hall that Liu Zhiming can still stand in the cultivation world hundreds of years after his failure in crossing the catastrophe.

The closer they got to the Huashen Temple, they could feel that there were more and more pedestrians on the road, casting cold and weird eyes at them from time to time, and some even stopped and looked at them motionlessly...to be precise, they were looking at Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao and them looked at each other, feeling strange to each other.

Obviously they used to be neighbors.

Wen Yan had never met Liu Zhiming, but the original book described it in detail, probably because she had a close relationship with the Mozun Mo Wuya.

"Liu Zhiming: A cultivator at the peak of crossing the catastrophe, trapped by love, fell into a demon after failing to cross the catastrophe, cultivated the three ways of weapons, pills, and incense, and is the owner of the flower god valley.

Appearance features: Tall and beautiful, black hair turned purple after falling into a demon, double pupils, phoenix eyes and cherry lips, gorgeous like peaches and plums.

Must-kill technique: Fragrance ten miles - large-scale obsession killing

Character relationship: friend of Mo Zhao, the mother of the Mozun Mo Wuya"

He followed Gu Jianhan into the Flower God Temple, looked up and saw the statue of the Flower God sleeping on the moon, and he could almost match the description in the book at a glance.

He subconsciously looked at Meng Zhao behind him, and was relieved when he saw that she was closing the umbrella with the same expression.

After hundreds of years, perhaps it has not been so easy to get excited.

The tributes under the statue of the God of Flowers were so dazzling that it was hard to imagine that they were just offered spontaneously by the residents of a small town, and the ashes in the incense brazier had already been piled up, which shows how admirable Liu Zhiming is.

But the reason is just... After enshrining her, she can walk in the sun and cold wind for a few days.

The freedom originally belonged to them, but they have to tighten their belts to worship a "god" they don't know before they can have it for a short time.

But what they don't know is that sometimes all it takes is setting it on fire and things turn around.

"Who are these people? They didn't kneel down when they saw the Flower God."

"I haven't seen it before, could it be a stranger?"

"How is it possible? We haven't been to foreigners for a long time. It may be because we are old and don't go out very often. Recently, we keep forgetting things... Look at Wang Erniu a few days ago. I didn't recognize him at first glance. It's gone!"

"right……"

Pedestrians outside the ancestral hall gradually drifted away. Inside the ancestral hall, Meng Zhao looked up at the huge statue with a complex expression on his face, and hatred would be too superficial.

"Xiaoxiang's flower branches and vines are very afraid of fire, so there is no way to burn that old witch with the kindling of Samadhi real fire."

Bai Zang stood aside without making a sound.

He had paid very deep feelings for Liu Zhiming, even if he was harmed and used like that, he couldn't destroy her fortress with his own hands at this moment.

"I go."

"But you don't have spiritual power, you will be burned by the fire instead." Wen Yan looked at Meng Zhao, thought for a while, "I'll go, I'm not afraid of fire."

Gu Jianhan suddenly said: "You are different now, do you have no spiritual power? What can you do?"

"But in terms of physical strength alone, I'm the strongest in our team." Wen Yan pointed to the statue of the Flower God, "I'm also good at rock climbing, and I won't make mistakes without safety measures, so leave it to I'm fine."

Gu Jianhan frowned and looked at him with disapproval.

"Just go as a teacher—"

"No!" Wen Yan shook his head again and again, "Master is the one, what can you do! You haven't recovered your spiritual power yet, and the statue is so tall, so what if you fall and get injured, don't make me worry, okay?"

"Do you think you are the only one who is worried?" Gu Jianhan was displeased, "Wouldn't your heart feel bad if you fell down as a teacher?"

"That's worth it." Wen Yan smiled.

"Ayan... what do you mean by that?"

"I really like the meaning of Master."

Wen Yan replied without hesitation, as if he didn't care that there were a few outsiders around him, he was much more mature than before, and he was no longer that kid who blushed when he was kissed, but he might not be happy at that time.

He looked at Gu Jianhan, his tone was sinking: "Master, I am really special, I like you very much."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Gu Jianhan to make any reaction, he snatched the fire seed of Samadhi True Fire from his hand.It was the thing that fell from the eight hibiscus rough stones put together, like a blue translucent glass bead, it was scorching hot in the palm of the hand.

He ran extremely fast, and climbed rocks at an extremely fast speed. It seemed that there was a flood of beasts running behind him, but the thing he was running towards was the Moxiu statue that he should be afraid of.

Just put the kindling of Samadhi True Fire into the palm of the flower god statue, and his task is successfully completed.

It shouldn't be too difficult.

It would be great to be able to help.

He wants to be needed.

Fortunately, even the folds of the lower garment of the statue of the flower god are carved very carefully, so climbing is not too difficult. Wen Yan climbed up in three steps and two steps, and put the fire into the palm of the statue.

His hands were already scalded, and blisters of various sizes appeared on the palms. It didn't hurt as much as he imagined, but it wasn't much better.

"Ayan! Come down quickly!!!"

Gu Jianhan didn't know when he ran to the bottom of the flower god statue and shouted loudly.He usually doesn't speak in this way, only when he is in a hurry, forgetting to keep his identity.

Wen Yan thought, it was really worth it.

He returned along the original path, and the palm inevitably rubbed against the stone wall. The places he climbed began to leave traces of tissue fluid in the blisters, and the dust and gravel mixed in the wound surface, which was almost excruciatingly painful.

After a while, the blood flowed to his forearm along the palm lines and wrist, he was a little dazed, and stopped in mid-air, thinking that Gu Jianhan was still waiting for him, he forced himself to speed up and retreat.

His blood seeped into the crevices of the stone, and unexpectedly, it spread quickly towards the fire in the palm of the stone statue. When the blood touched the surface of the fire, it was like some kind of combustion accelerant, causing the true fire of Samadhi to burn blazingly, and along the way The trail of blood spreading quickly burned Wen Yan's palm, and then wrapped his whole body along the flammable clothes.

Yu Sui's voice was very clear in the raging fire. Wen Yan thought that he would be burned alive like this, but in the end there was no major damage except that his clothes were gray and black and ragged. He heard Gu Jianhan's broken roar, and he felt very grateful fire.

He retreated quickly, and the sharp pain came from his palm, but he was deliberately ignored because there was no heartbreak to comfort him.

Only then did Wen Yan realize that he was actually not that afraid of pain.I was injured before, and I either laughed it off or forgot it expressionlessly, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Perhaps—he had had enough for now.

Contentment and happiness is his motto, which should not be forgotten.

"Ayan!!"

As soon as he jumped down, Gu Jianhan rushed over and hugged him.He was very dirty, covered in black ash, his face and hands were all dirty, and he couldn't hug him back.

Gu Jianhan hugged him very hard.

"I'm here." Wen Yan raised his head and tried his best to avoid Gu's hair and cheeks, and the raging flames above the stone wall were reflected in his eyes. It turned out that the true fire of Samadhi was blue, like burning sea water, shocking and beautiful.

"The blinding leaf was broken by me again." He sighed softly, as if he was a little regretful, but also apologetic, "If I could retreat a little faster, there would be no need to waste it."

"It was originally for you, how can it be called a waste." Gu Jianhan said hoarsely, "Do you know that your life is more important than anything else?"

"No matter how precious the blind leaf is, it is a thing outside the body after all. If it is broken, it will be broken. I will find a better one for you in the future."

His eyes were red, and he leaned on Wen Yan's shoulders. The pungent burning smell came from his clothes, which made him feel unspeakable fear and fear.

"You are the indispensable treasure and concern for a teacher."

Wen Yan's eyes were brilliantly reflected by the sea-blue fireworks, and he watched the tall stone statue silently turn into charred powder, and then fluttered along the flowing air, only feeling the severe pain in his palm, There was a dull pain in my heart.

He suddenly felt a little weak, lowered his dirty head and gently leaned on Gu Jianhan's body, acting like a baby to him with a blank expression.

"Master, my hand hurts so much."

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