After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

The source of the line of sight is not difficult to find, or the other party didn't even try to hide their whereabouts.

Zhou Changming quickly met the girl behind the graceful woman.

Different from the former, although the young girl has big eyes, her clothes can be called slovenly.

With disheveled hair on his temples, the dark circles under his eyes are particularly obvious on his pale face.

This image is quite different from other Xianmen disciples.

Zhou Changming was a little unbelievable, and was about to ask people around him to inquire about it, but the girl had already pulled the corner of the woman's clothes:

"Master, who is he?"

"Oh?"

Only then did the woman's attention turn away from Lin Chushu.

She looked Zhou Changming up and down, and there was a certain indiscernible expression in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared without a trace.

"This young man looks like a stranger, Ah Chu, why don't you give us a recommendation?"

"Reporting to Immortal Venerable, Senior Sister Che, this person's name is Zhou Changming, and he is the spiritual servant that Master has hired in the Demon Realm."

Qiu Shengmi stepped forward and replied respectfully.

He also introduced to Zhou Changming:

"These two are the head of Xuanji, Ling Huan Xianzun Yin Xiangrong, and her head disciple Che Jingshu, Senior Sister Che."

"I've met Yin Xianzun and Miss Che."

Zhou Changming followed him and bowed, feeling that Qiu Shengmiao's attitude was a bit weird for no reason.

When he mentioned Che Jingshu, he always had an inexplicable sense of reverence.

Could it be that the other party is a rare genius cultivating immortals?

But I didn't see any special reactions from other disciples.

"I see."

Che Jingshu nodded, but her gaze stayed on Zhou Changming, wishing to stare him out of a hole.

This feeling made Zhou Changming very uncomfortable.

But he has no strength at all, so he can only hide behind Lin Chushu, using his strong aura to keep him safe temporarily.

Fortunately, Che Jingshu still won't do the stupid thing of staring at the hero.

She lowered her head, took out a pen and paper from her pocket, and jotted down something.

Seeing her actions, Qiu Shengmiao was obviously more excited.

Clutching Jiang Yuzhuo's sleeve beside him and shoving back and forth several times, he managed to calm down the scream that was about to exit.

"Brother, there are so many people watching, you should restrain yourself."

Jiang Yuzhuo was used to this, and patted his hand in disgust, but consciously stood in front of him.

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhou. I heard scout disciples mention you before, but now that I see you, you are really a good-looking talent."

Yin Xiangrong pursed her lips and smiled.

She was born extremely beautiful, this smile is like fragrance and beauty, it is indescribably beautiful.

Facing her smiling face, Zhou Changming suddenly felt ashamed.

He smiled awkwardly, then heard Yin Xiangrong say:

"Ah Chu, since you have made a spiritual contract with Young Master Zhou, why not use its power to heal your inner demons?"

"He hasn't built a foundation yet, just a mere heart demon, I can get rid of it myself."

Lin Chushu seemed unwilling to talk about this topic, "You came here this time for the dew test?"

"Why, don't you think I can't visit for reasons other than business?"

Yin Xiangrong pursed his lips, his expression was very aggrieved.

Seeing that he didn't answer, her expression became even more resentful:

"Back in the day, you and I were both rookies in the pavilion. We supported each other along the way and experienced ups and downs together. How did we become like this now?"

"...You are worrying too much." Lin Chushu sighed softly, "The matter of the Demon Heart Stone is very important, and it may even affect the morning dew test, so it must be reported as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, he made a gesture to leave, but was held down by Yin Xiangrong.

She flicked lightly with her bare hands, and a vermilion jade flute appeared out of thin air and landed in her palm:

"Even if there is an important matter, you have to heal the hidden wounds first before discussing. Xiahou and those guys have always been at odds with you. If they make things difficult for you, how can you get out of your body?"

Lin Chushu pursed her lips, as if she still wanted to refuse.

But when his eyes fell on Zhou Changming, he paused obviously.

Taking a full view of the other party's distraught appearance, he didn't say anything after all, and let Yin Xiangrong move.

"Immortal Venerable, Master, please come this way."

Seeing that she was about to cast a spell, Qiu Shengmiao hurriedly led the two of them towards Mo Xingsi's bedroom.

Compared with the magnificent style of the main building of Chaoyin Pavilion, Mo Xingsi seems too dull.

In the black-and-gold-themed palace, apart from the necessary tables, chairs, beds, etc., there are no other furnishings.

From the first step Yin Xiangrong stepped into the palace, he expressed his sincere dislike.

"For so many years, you have lived your life like this at will? The dignified Immortal Venerable doesn't even have a servant boy to attend to him. If word spreads, who would want to come to Chaoyin Pavilion to sit on this cold bench?"

She called Qiu Shengmiao, and gave detailed orders for the purchases and additions, and then laid Lin Chushu on the soft couch without any explanation.

"Next, I will suppress the inner demons for your master. It is best not to be disturbed by others when performing the spell. If there is nothing important, you can go back to your room and rest on your own."

Yin Xiangrong's words were eloquent, but the meaning was undeniable.

Qiu Shengmiao shrank his neck, and hastily pulled Zhou Changming and others back out.

Zhou Changming was dragged staggeringly by him, until he left the dormitory, his expression was still a bit dazed.

"Is this Immortal Ling Huan familiar with Lin... and your master?"

"You don't know that in the morning dew test a hundred years ago, the master and the immortal were the same batch of winners who entered the cabinet. They have experienced the test of life and death together, so the relationship is naturally very close."

Qiu Sheng said: "What's more, Immortal Linghuan's admiration for Master is no longer a secret in Chaoyin Pavilion."

Do you admire...?

Zhou Changming blinked, his head was dazed by the huge amount of information.

So my guess is not wrong, that powerful and beautiful fairy really has a good impression of Lin Chushu.

So... what is his attitude towards this?

A dense tingling pain spread in the heart again.

He lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

"However, Master is notoriously cold-tempered, so he avoids Immortal Master Ling Huan as much as he can. If it wasn't for the fact that his injuries are still unhealed this time, I'm afraid he wouldn't let her get close so easily."

Qiu Shengmi poked him on the shoulder: "What's wrong with you? You look sullen."

"Ah? I'm fine, it's just..." Zhou Changming forced a smile,

"The immortal said just now that the spirit deed can heal your master's wounds, so what's going on?"

"Ham, after all, the spiritual contract is bound by essence, blood and spiritual power. The two parties who signed it are generally of superb and similar aptitude. If one party is injured, the other party can naturally use spiritual power to heal him."

Qiu Shengmiao didn't continue to explain the explanation behind, Zhou Changming's eyes had already dimmed.

Daring... because I'm too weak.

Powerlessness is always annoying.

What's more, in the past, he has always played the role of Lin Chushu's protector.

It's never been like this before. I can only watch him hurt and suffer, but I can't do anything.

"Don't be too sad. It's not a recent incident that Master has been troubled by madness."

Qiu Shengmo comforted: "He insisted on refusing to complete the knowledge of the sea and spirit martial arts, coupled with his obsession too deep, the inner demons broke out more and more frequently, once in the first few months, now it will happen several times a month."

"Then he must be in pain when he has an attack?"

"Well, Master's endurance is far superior to that of ordinary people, and he will never show it in front of us disciples. But I have read in the classics that the pain of inner demons is tantamount to piercing bones and cracking limbs. , cannot be relieved at all.”

Scenes of getting along with each other flashed uncontrollably in front of his eyes, and Zhou Changming remembered those details that he had ignored, and his heart throbbed:

"Then is there any other way to help him?"

"Although I am a medical practitioner, my research on inner demons is not in-depth. Compared with the monks who specialize in mind-control magic like Linghuan Xianzun, I am far behind. But Mo Xingsi's hidden There are many related books in the Dian Pavilion, if you are interested, you can give it a try."

"Cangdian Pavilion...Thank you."

Seeing Zhou Changming going out in a daze, Qiu Shengmiao suddenly remembered something, and grabbed his wrist:

"I also have some things to go there, and I just happened to take you there."

His expression was too impatient, and Jiang Yuzhuo, who was always silent by his side, saw it and couldn't help sighing silently.

……

In the sleeping hall, Yin Xiangrong played the jade flute after everyone left.

This is her natal Lingwu Muyin flute. With the help of Mu Linggen, it can affect the spiritual power of others through different melodies, thereby shocking the sea of ​​consciousness.

The chaotic spiritual power surged endlessly in Lin Chu's sea of ​​knowledge. Even if the spiritual power was as deep as hers, it was a bit difficult to deal with it.

The soothing and lively melody engulfed the scattered spiritual power and slowly returned, and the restless demons gradually subsided.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Yin Xiangrong put down the jade flute, already sweating heavily.

"You guy, the demons in your heart are so serious that you actually..."

She was about to reprimand Lin Chushu for a few words, but suddenly found that his face was pale and his eyes were closed.

Actually fell asleep.

Presumably, he had exhausted all his mental energy and endured the severe pain before, and waited until the demons were relieved by the sound of the flute before he relaxed and fell into a coma of self-protection.

It was quiet all around, and only the sound of each other's long or rapid breathing could be heard in the room.

Yin Xiangrong's heart skipped a beat, she bent down suddenly, and moved closer to Lin Chushu.

The longing face is close at hand.

Her eyes moved from sharp eyebrows to her tightly pursed lips, and she couldn't help but feel an indescribable sadness.

"You are always like this, either avoiding it or not being able to touch it."

She sighed softly:

"I'm afraid you won't listen to what I want to say to you. Even though you and I have experienced so many trials of life and death together, I have never stepped into your heart."

"How long are you going to hide from me?"

Yin Xiangrong's eyes were slightly red, her words choked up, she suddenly reached out her hand, wanting to touch his face.

This kind of action is too out of bounds, even though she has experienced hundreds of years, her heart is still beating like thunder.

Panic as if sympathizing with Dou Chukai.

"What are you doing?"

At this moment, someone suddenly whispered behind her.

The author has something to say: the delicate and delicate body hypnotized by Yin Xiangrong is easy to overwhelm. Should I let Xiao Changming see it?