Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Weisheng wakes up in a light aroma.

He stared blankly at the cream-colored hanging lamp on the top of the tent, the soft luster of the luminous pearls made the tulle curtains ripple like tides.

It was a clear pond outside the window, with ripples caused by floating fish.

Wei Sheng's brain tingled, and he vaguely remembered a ray of autumn water sword light cutting towards his neck with the cool wind.

The blade of the sword was so fast and sharp that he even heard the sound of the hair on his temples being chopped off by the wind blade.

The natural fear of death crawled up his spine, Weisheng subconsciously shrunk into the quilt, but the sole of his foot touched a copper tomb.

The heat burns from the soles of the feet all the way to the heart and lungs.

The mattress is docile, the brocade quilt is as soft as a cloud, and the tranquilizing incense is curling up in green smoke in the furnace.

Weisheng was in a trance, stretched out his hand and squeezed hard on his arm, which happened to be on the bandaged wound, and the sharp stabbing pain woke him up completely.

A blush suddenly appeared in his memory.

That was the last image he could see before he lost consciousness. A figure like a red cloud descended from the sky, firmly protecting him.

Half of Weisheng's face was almost covered, he pursed his lips, and the clarity just now became uncertain again, he suspected that he had a sweet dream before he died.

He seemed to have seen the fairy he was thinking about.

There were footsteps coming from outside the tent.

Immediately, the edge of the tent was gently raised, and the slender white hands pushed aside the layers of soft gauze, and brought a piece of orange light into this side of the bed.

"you're awake?"

Xiang Guchun was holding a candle lamp, and seeing Weisheng with only one pair of eyes exposed, he blinked at him in confusion.

"I've been asleep for three days." Xiang Guchun leaned over and put down the lamp, and pulled up the tulle curtain with a silver hook.

Weisheng's eyes chased after him, and fell on the lamp covered with a plain shade.The cover is painted with a white plum, and the wick is not lit with an open flame, but with a dancing bit of spiritual light.

The tent hook was in the shape of a golden crow, and with the tulle tied up, Weisheng could clearly see the opponent's appearance at this time.

Xianjun was wearing a white satin inner garment, a scarlet robe over his shoulders, his black hair was loose, and only a long hairpin was scribbled on the back of his head.

The spiritual light in the lamp faded away, as if the vermilion had been washed out, it was no longer gorgeous and dazzling, but it was extraordinarily gentle and amiable.

Weisheng sat up with his arms propped up, he was such a big man, suddenly his nose was sore, and he almost shed tears.

Xiang Guchun read the feedback document after one day of disaster relief, and after returning to the couch for a short rest, he sensed that the boy who had been comatose for three days in the room finally woke up.

So he put on a robe casually, grabbed the lamp and hurried over, not expecting to see the tearful eyes of the young man.

He doesn't understand the emotions involved, and he needs to think about many things carefully.

Seeing these watery eyes now, it took him a long time to feel the fear and fear of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

Xiang Gu Chun was silent for a moment, remembering the actions he had watched from the sidelines before, and sat on the edge of the bed with his clothes lifted.

He stretched out his arms and embraced the boy in his arms.

Life and death are important matters, and this method can be used to coax children and young people...

The cold water drops fell on Xiangguchun's shoulders, and his breathing gradually became short of breath and suppressed sobs could be heard in his ears.

Xiang Guchun patted the young man's back one after another, feeling how emaciated the body nestled in his arms was, just a layer of skin hanging on the skeleton.

"It's okay, Weisheng." Xiang Guchun said softly: "Your demonization has been suppressed, but the injuries on your body should rest for a few days. This is the suzerain peak of Hanshan, no one can hurt you, don't Afraid."

The young man buried his face in his shoulder, tears streaming down the bank.

The bone wings behind him have been retracted, the pain in the spine is no longer cracked every moment, and the top corner of the forehead has also disappeared.

Those messy demonic energy no longer lingered, and the nauseating evil energy also melted into the light calming incense.

"It's because I didn't pick you up in time."

Xiang Guchun felt the wetness on his shoulders piled up layer by layer.

It turns out that people who are afraid of being extremely sad will have so many tears, like a continuous spring.

He didn't have much comforting experience, just remembering to admit old lies.He said: "I'm not Xue Sheng, they call me Xianggu Chun, I'm sorry, Chunri's Chun, I'm the acting head of Hanshan now, and I left in a hurry that day because of sect affairs. I didn't lie to you, I originally wanted to bring you to Mount Han after this evil disaster has passed."

Weisheng was really stunned.

Even if he is as far away as he is, he has heard the news of Han Shan's change of head.

He was unable to react in time, perhaps because he had never thought that the very young monk in front of him was actually the extremely powerful and ruthless Hanshan leader who had just taken over as the head of the sect, and had crossed the border to kill his fellow disciples.

Weisheng's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and through the hazy halo, he realized that the monk in front of him was a little different from two years ago.

He seemed to have adjusted his appearance, no longer staying at the age when his youthful appearance was almost exhausted, his facial features faded away from the remaining immaturity, and became mature and calm.

The glistening red clothes were soaked in the mist-like spiritual fire, and the water patterns outside the window were reflected, the water was sparkling, like a group of silver fish sinking in his sleeve robe.

Weisheng's cheeks flushed suddenly, he lowered his eyes and saw a large wet mark on Xiangguchun's shoulder, stepped back half a step embarrassedly, and said nervously: "Xianjun..."

"It's okay." Xiang Guchun flicked his sleeves, and a small brown table appeared in the middle of the bed out of thin air.

A bowl of white porridge and a few side dishes were steaming on the table, and Xiang Guchun said: "Your meridians are damaged, and you have not washed the marrow and cut the bones. It may not be a good thing to recover from the injury by the monk's spiritual power. Eat something now. Well, your hand……"

The young man was covered in wounds, when he invited Bo Ziyi for treatment three days ago, he had seen Wei Sheng's almost unsightly body.

The strong demon energy backfired and corroded his internal organs, and the impact of the mid-air fall broke his ribs, and there was a knife wound on his right chest near his heart, which was stabbed so deep that he was probably sent into the entire blade at that time.

If it wasn't for the weird physique of the microbes, this knife could directly kill him.

In addition, there are countless flesh and blood wounds, large and small.

At that time, Bo Ziyi prescribed the medicine, Zhou Ling took out the blood and poured it out, put down the wooden basin and joked to Gu Chun: "Where did you pick up this half-devil bastard? I heard that you even contradicted my master, this It’s really a spectacle that hasn’t been seen in a hundred years.”

Xiang Guchun always listened to half of his brother's indecent words and ignored half of them. Seeing that Bo Ziyi stopped writing, he asked, "How?"

Bo Ziyi's medical skills are actually mediocre, he came here mainly because he saw a big problem when he was watching the sky in Buju, but he was arrested and used as a medical practitioner before discussing it with Xiang Guchun.

Right now, he carefully read the prescription in his hand, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he sighed: "Gu Chun, I watch the sky at night, and your life star moves..."

"Pfft." Zhou Ling didn't hold back for a moment, and let out a breath.

Bo Ziyi and Xiang Guchun looked at him at the same time, Zhou Minggui waved his hands, "It's okay, you guys continue."

Zhou Ling couldn't help laughing, he knew that Bo Ziyi had some sense of the way of heaven in the dark, and the emperor came to Jianzong soon when he was in urgent need of talents, and being accepted by the suzerain also proved that the Lexiu beside him had some kind of abnormality than ordinary people's talent.

But this talent is definitely not focused on stargazing.

... I don't know if Ziyi's inaccurate stargazing technique has any Lingjun who is mad at the emperor's descendant.

After all, Bo Ziyi watched the stars at night, and the most exaggerated one predicted that they would choose a day for a windfall, but in the end the windfall did not come, but Zhou Ling accidentally smashed a mountain with his sword, and was asked for a large pen by the monk living in seclusion on the mountain. Shi made up for it, making Zhou Ling's already poor storage bag even worse.

Apparently Xiang Guchun hadn't realized that Bo Ziyi was unreliable, so he listened attentively to the other party: "Gu Chun, last night the red luan star moved, you are afraid that you have a marriage to come."

Xiang Guchun: "...?"

In an instant, he understood the meaning of Zhou Ling's laughter just now.

"Okay, I'll pay attention." He suddenly felt that the words of the Bo Ziyi who upholds the way of heaven in front of him could be half heard and half ignored, "Let's talk about Weisheng's situation..."

Although there are many micro-injuries, as long as the magic pressure is subdued, the rest are traumatic injuries that can be healed with care.

As for the weird aura in his body, it is dormant now, and Xiang Guchun sealed it with Hanshan, so it won't make a fuss for the time being.

The lamp made of spiritual fire will not drip wax, but there are still flying insects looking for the light.

Xiang Guchun held the porridge bowl in his hand, stirred it with a spoon, took out half a spoonful and brought it to Weisheng's mouth, "Eat a little, and then sleep, the doctor said you should eat more and sleep more now."

Bo Ziyi's original words were "you need to eat properly and stay in bed". Xiang Guchun has never taken care of anyone, and no one dared to let him take care of him, so he can only understand it roughly.

Weisheng opened his mouth to hold the spoon in his mouth, and the warm white porridge entered his mouth, with a hint of sweetness, swallowing it would warm his lungs and fall into his stomach.

The side dishes that go with the porridge are not very rich. There is a plate of vegetarian three silk, a plate of scrambled eggs with fennel, and a small plate of pickled cucumbers. The only meat dish is two pieces of pork ribs with sweet and sour sauce, lying side by side on the plate.

Xiang Guchun noticed that Weisheng was looking at the table, and suddenly felt a little strange feeling in his heart, the strands of emotions were as fine and mixed as the stir-fried three silks on the table, which can be regarded as embarrassment for the time being.

He said: "Except for me, Hanshan doesn't have a fire to cook. If it's too late today, I can only eat my stored food first." After saying that, he wanted to pick up ribs and stuff them into Weisheng's mouth.

"...It's delicious." Weisheng repeated seriously: "It's delicious."

Xiang Guchun smiled.

In the past, only Shizun had the experience of cooking, and he himself didn't have a good sense of taste, and he couldn't taste anything good or bad.

Now that Weisheng boasted like this, some joy burst out of his heart.

"After you recover from your injury, follow me to practice." Xiang Guchun said: "I have already sent Linghe to pass out the name card, and then we will have a teacher apprenticeship ceremony in the sect."

Weisheng was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Xiang Guchun in disbelief.

"See what I do?" Xiang Guchun was puzzled.

Weisheng's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to speak, he said: "But... I can't repay the kindness of Xianjun for saving my life, and besides, there are many strange things about me, Xianjun, you..."

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Suddenly a voice came from outside the door, calling out: "Senior brother."

Xiang Guchun waved his sleeves and opened the door, but saw Sang Qi saluted respectfully and smiled at him.

Nodding his head and walking into the room, Sang Qi put a bottle of high-quality elixir on Weisheng's bedside, and said, "Let me come and see the child my brother saved."

Although he said he came to visit Weisheng, his gaze was still on Xiang Guchun.

Xiang Guchun looked at him silently, Sang Qi's hands under the sleeves tightened, and said: "Brother, this child has finally woken up, and you have taken care of him for so many days, and he has been busy with work recently, so he should rest."

He spoke naturally, "Elder Xuanhu Peak also asked me a few times, why don't we just send this child there together, have a medical practitioner to take care of him, and the herbal spiritual energy can be offered in time."

These words are impeccable, and they are very touching.

Xiang Guchun said: "Thank you junior brother, since he has joined my sect, he doesn't need to bother the elders."

"But..." Sang Qi wanted to say something again, but saw that Gu Chun under the lamp was smiling, but his expression was the same as when he was dealing with the heads of various sects.

Gentle, but with the same alienation as treating grass and trees.

"Brother, do you really want to accept him as an apprentice?" Sang Qi frowned and said, "He—"

San Qi couldn't speak anymore.

Because Xiang Guchun's little smiles also faded away, and his whole body was frozen like ice and snow in an instant.

In an instant, the unusual aura on his body became extremely obvious.

San Qi's expression changed.

"Brother, look at your current appearance..." Xiang Guchun's lukewarm attitude over the past few days annoyed him, and he blurted out, "Who wants to be your disciple?"

A chill settled over the lampstand, and Xiang Guchun was about to speak, but suddenly felt a tightness in his waist.

Weisheng with broken arms and legs leaned over with difficulty, and because of his unstable center of gravity, he fell on the couch in a funny way.

But Weisheng threw his whole body sideways, wrapping his hands around Xiangguchun's waist to show his firm determination.

He shouted: "Master!"

His voice was sonorous, without hesitation.

Sang Qi: "..."

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