The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

Xiao Jingshen took a deep breath, and had no intention of continuing to take a bath.

He is indeed impenetrable to water, not only impassable, but also naturally afraid of water.

Maybe he was drowned in water in his previous life, but he was born a landlubber in this life.

Fortunately, spiritual power restrained his wrist, and he slowly moved back to the shore.

When the night wind blew, Xiao Jing couldn't help shivering again, feeling even colder.

He also doesn't have a strange habit of wearing old clothes, who doesn't wear new clothes.

After wiping off the water on his body, he quickly picked up the Taoist robe on the ground and put it on.

But it was different from what Yue Wuchen said.

The size is simply not right.

Xiaojing is thin, and his face and figure look a few years younger than his actual age.

This is also the reason why he has always been mistaken for being only fourteen or five years old.

I can't wear a robe that is too loose.

The sleeves are so long that they can be used as water sleeves.

Xiaojing couldn't help shaking his head secretly, thinking, Yue Wuchen didn't lie, he really didn't touch his size.

He was about to roll up his sleeves.

Who would have thought that the Taoist robe on his body was like a living thing, and when he slid it, the perfect fit and his figure shrank.

Even the sleeves that could be used as water sleeves just now have shrunk to just the right length.

Xiaojing was taken aback for a moment, and then understood.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the Taoist robe. Although he didn't know much about the material of the clothes, he still knew it.

This robe should be regarded as the best clothes he has worn since he could remember.

The drape is very good, it feels smooth and does not wrinkle.

Just saying it is embarrassing.

In Xiaojing's eyes, the best clothes he ever wore were nothing more than the most common disciple clothes of the Taoist sect.

He was still in the clothes, and found a plain hair tie, and when it was illuminated by the moonlight, auspicious cloud patterns were outlined with gold and silver lines.

In fact, Xiaojing saw that other disciples in the mountain used hairpins with Taiji seals or lotus flowers on their heads to tie their hair.

Thinking about it, Dao hairpins are only available after formal apprenticeship.

Anyway, since I changed into new clothes, it's not easy to continue to tie my hair with the old rag belt.

Xiao Jing was quite able to go with the situation, her hair was still wet, and it was not easy to tie it into a high ponytail, so I had to tie it lower first, and wait until the hair was dried.

But the problem came again.

Previously, Yue Wuchen led the way, so he followed Leng Chi.

Now that Yue Wuchen left, Xiaojing looked at the vast night in front of him, his head was dazed, and he couldn't help raising his hand to stroke his forehead.

It's over, his sense of direction is extremely poor, and it's even worse at night.

On the lonely mountain before, I could circle around the old tree with crooked neck more than ten times but couldn't find the way down the mountain.

According to this, tonight he can walk around in the bamboo forest by himself until dawn.

I don't know where Yue Wuchen's confidence in him comes from. I mistakenly thought that he was very proficient in water, and that's all.

Now, don't you think he can find his way back by himself?

Xiao Jing felt like crying.

Suddenly, he found the footprints left by Yue Wuchen before.

The poor orchid grass was alive and well, and it grew green.

Unexpectedly, when Yue Wuchen stepped on it, it immediately froze, and it was so cold.

Xiaojing lowered his head, and by the moonlight above his head, he followed the footprints left by Yue Wuchen.

After a while, it was discovered that there was still a small bamboo house hidden in the forest.

There was also a stagnation of water on the steps leading to the bamboo house. The door was closed, but the lights were lit inside.

Yue Wuchen should be in the bamboo house.

Xiao Jingshen breathed out, walked to the door, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

But suddenly stopped again.

How can a normal person's hair freeze in summer?

Even if the water in the cold pool is icy cold, it won't freeze.

Moreover, Xiaojing's own hair didn't freeze.

There shouldn't be any hidden diseases if there is no dust, right?

And I don't know why, it happened accidentally!

As soon as I have a seizure, my whole body is like a big ice cube, and it starts to freeze when it gets wet!

Since it is an illness, it is better not to bother, and then go crazy, what should I do?

How long has this phenomenon been happening? Will it be contagious?

Will it be passed from person to person?

Xiaojing quickly put his arms around his chest, shook his head with firm eyes, and secretly warned himself.

Even if he sleeps in the bamboo forest tonight, he cannot step into this bamboo house.

If it really infected him, it would be bad.

Even if it is not contagious, if a person is cold, do you have to find something warm and hold it in your arms to keep yourself warm?

The bamboo hut is overwhelmed, just a few quilts that won't generate heat by themselves, and a small stove, maybe in the summer, there will be no charcoal fire in the room.

If I rushed in rashly, wouldn't I become a warm bed tool delivered to my door?

This can't be done, this can't be done!

Xiaojing refused from the bottom of his heart to be held in Yue Wuchen's arms to absorb his body temperature.

Immediately, he held his breath, bowed his back, and quietly prepared to leave here.

But as soon as he walked down the steps, Xiaojing thought again.

What if the disease is so serious that it might cause death?

He just pretended that he didn't know anything, and ran away without making a sound. Isn't he being kind?

But after thinking about it, he is not kind, and Yue Wuchen is not kind, right?

Previously, she pretended to be Chen Yulong, taught him how to practice swords, and took him to renovate the house. At night, she was so shameless that she shared a small bed with him and Er Huzi.

Those who are unkind should be more dust-free!

It is clear that Yue Wuchen was the one who backtracked first, and the one who deceived Xiaojing first!

but……

In case something happened to Yue Wuchen in the bamboo house, for example... Yue Wuchen got mad, and then died like this.

Yes, if Yue Wuchen died... In fact, Xiaojing didn't care much about whether he died or not.

He couldn't even grasp his own destiny, how could he care about Yue Wuchen's death.

If Yue Wuchen really died in the bamboo hut, Xiaojing will be the last person to see him tonight.

In case of misfortune, the disciples in the mountain slandered Xiaojing as the one who refused to save him, and Yue Wuchen died of cold disease.

What should I do?

Xiaojing believed that Shen Qingyuan and the others could do these things.

Therefore, after hesitating to come and go, hesitating for a long time.

After all, Xiaojing still couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart.

Still turned around and walked back to the door.

He thought so.

First knock on the door and shout, if there is an echo from Yue Wuchen, it means that the person is not dead yet.

In this way, Xiao Jing can also ask Yue Wuchen how to get back.

Kill two birds with one stone.

If there is no response from Yue Wuchen, Xiao Jing will break in again and call for help.

That would be even more of a merit.

In the future, he will be the more dust-free savior.

Xiaojing didn't want to be Yue Wuchen's apprentice, and didn't want to kneel down to answer.

He wants to be Yue Wuchen's benefactor, and wants to be Yue Wuchen's equal.

It would be the best if Yue Wuchen could kneel down and return him.

bang bang bang-

Xiaojing raised his hand, knocked on the door three times in a row, and asked politely: "Excuse me, is Sect Master Yue in there? I have already washed it."

Soon there was a deep "hmm" in the room, and then Yue Wuchen asked, "Does the clothes fit?"

"It fits well, it fits very well, I actually just want to ask Sect Master Yue—"

— Are you dead?

But since he can reply, he must not be dead.

So Xiaojing changed his mind, and he asked, "I just want to ask Sect Master Yue how to get out of this bamboo forest."

Yue Wuchen said in a low voice: "Just go back the same way."

Xiaojing: "..."

He also knew to go back the same way.

But the problem is, he can't even find the way he came from, so how can he return?

After a moment of silence, Yue Wuchen seemed to understand, he was a little surprised and said: "You...couldn't you find the way to come here?"

Xiaojing; "Yes."

"..."

"So, please trouble Suzerain Yue to show me the way back. It's late at night, and I'm sleepy too. I want to go back to sleep."

This time there was no response from the room, Xiaojing waited and waited, but he never got an echo.

He thought, Yue Wuchen wouldn't die suddenly while talking, right?

I don't know why, Xiaojing can't think of anything else in his mind except "Yue Wuchen is dead" or "Yue Wuchen is about to die".

Xiaojing thought for a while, bent his back, and decided to open the door a little, and take a peek at the situation in the room.

It mainly depends on whether Yue Wuchen is dead or not.

If you are not dead, please call back quickly, or show him the way back.

He was so sleepy that he wanted to fall asleep.

Pushing the door open a little, Xiaojing sneaked a peek inside.

No one had ever taught him not to peek to see if someone was dead.

Luo Suxuan didn't teach it either, but only taught Xiaojing not to show mercy to those who have hurt him.

So Xiaojing has no concept that he can't do this.

He just wanted to make sure if Yue Wuchen was dead or not.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was pushed open, Xiaojing saw a white mist, and the whole room was steaming.

Like a fairyland, everywhere is white.

Xiao Jing's eyes were slightly red from the heat, and he blinked vigorously.

You can vaguely see the hot air escaping from behind the screen.

You can still see a little bit of the rim of the barrel.

And the more dust-free back.

Any more are out of sight.

Xiao Jing thought to himself, Yue Wuchen was born superior to him, or something.

After soaking in the cold pool with him, I felt dirty, or something.

But in a blink of an eye, I secretly hid in the bamboo house to take a bath.

After taking a shower, I took a shower, and the whole room was full of heat.

The smoke made Xiao Jingjun's face flushed, and he was about to get up, but he heard the sound of splashing water when the figure behind the screen was shaking.

Yue Wuchen actually stood up directly.

The screen is not too high, it can barely cover Yue Wuchen's waist down.

The unclothed back suddenly came into view.

Xiaojing was startled, and immediately wanted to close the door.

But in the next moment, his expression froze a little.

His eyes stayed on Yue Wuchen's back.

What he saw was not a flawless back, but a back covered in bruises.

There are many scars criss-crossing, which seem to be caused by repeated whipping with a more flexible stick.

It should have been quite a few years, and the scars and scabs have formed an ugly dark brown color, which contrasts with the surrounding white skin, making it look very hideous and ugly.

Just long and long scars are fine.

Xiaojing also saw that there were six thumb-sized holes in the part of Yue Wuchen's butterfly bone, which seemed to be drilled deeply by some nails.

It should be nailed right into the bone.

However, Yue Wuchen is obviously the suzerain of Wuji Dao Sect, who in the world has such great ability, dare to beat Yue Wuchen on the back?

And why someone nailed six fingernail-sized holes into the butterfly bone.

Or did Yue Wuchen, like Lin Jing, commit some unforgivable mistake before he was punished?

But if this is the case...why did Lin Jing, Chen Yulong, and many others die?

Why is Yue Wuchen living a good life?

Just because Yue Wuchen is the suzerain of the Wuji Dao Sect, because he is the head of the Immortal Sect and has a high level of cultivation?

Xiaojing doesn't understand, and he still doesn't understand the key.

Unexpectedly, just in such a daze, Yue Wuchen just turned his face away.

The moment the two looked at each other, Xiao Jing slammed the door shut.

It's over, it's been discovered!

Will this be misunderstood as deliberately peeking at Yue Wuchen taking a bath?

Xiaojing's heart was beating wildly, and he started running without doing anything.

He picked a direction at random and ran forward desperately.

After running out for a while, Yue Wuchen didn't catch up.

Xiaojing stopped panting, raised his hand to support the bamboo beside him, patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, I didn't catch up. I haven't figured out how to explain it yet."

"Then have you thought about it now?"

Yue Wuchen is like a ghost, floating over without knowing when.

The clothes are already fully dressed, but the white hair is still a little wet, and it is not tied up, and it is casually draped over the shoulders.

I don't know if it's Xiaojing's illusion, or the moonlight is too cold like frost.

Yue Wuchen's face was very pale, as if he had lost too much blood, giving people a strange feeling of weakness.

But he clearly has a high level of cultivation, comes and goes freely, comes and goes without a trace, just like a ghost.

It seemed that the vertical mark on the forehead was getting more and more bright red, as if blood might spill out at any time.

"I peeked on purpose, but I just wanted to see if you died in it. I didn't know you were taking a bath in it! I didn't know you were naked!"

Xiao Jing was quite honest and did not argue that he did not peek on purpose.

He just peeked on purpose, and he gently opened the door with both hands.

But the purpose of his peeking, he has to make it clear, so that Yue Wuchen can't misunderstand that he is a stubborn and unchanging sleeve!

The disciples in the mountain are all handsome, what if Yue Wuchen misunderstands that he will never change, imprison him in a certain place, and never let him out again?

Yue Wuchen didn't know how to ask, but Xiaojing said it himself.

What made him feel even more headache was that he would rather Xiao Jing said that he deliberately peeked at him taking a shower.

I also don't want to hear Xiaojing say "I just want to see if you died inside".

Life and death are in Xiaojing's mouth, it seems that it is easy to say.

It's as simple as saying "what's for dinner tonight".

It is so easy to say such a thing, it can be seen that in Xiaojing's heart, he is really not important at all.

It doesn't matter that even talking about his life and death can be so casual and indifferent.

"Then what do you think, is this seat a living person or a dead person?" Yue Wuchen asked lightly.

I thought that when he said this, Xiao Jing would understand that he had said something wrong, and even if he didn't apologize to him, he would shut his mouth in shame.

Unexpectedly, after Xiaojing listened to it, he analyzed it seriously with him, he said: "I used to think that dead people can't move, but after getting to know Luo Suxuan, I realized that dead people can also move.

Later, I thought that the dead cannot speak.But then I met Suzerain Yue, and it was you who let me know that dead people can also talk. "

Yue Wuchen's eyebrows twitched violently a few times, he didn't expect Xiaojing to analyze this kind of matter with him so seriously.

"so?"

"So, judging from his complexion, Sect Master Yue looks like a dead person, but Luo Suxuan told me before that you can't just look at the surface of things—" Xiaojing said seriously again.

The more dust-free I am, the less happy I am.

Luo Suxuan, it's Luo Suxuan again!

He has heard this name many times from Xiaojing's mouth!

Xiao Jing seems to care about Luo Suxuan very much, and also listens to what Luo Suxuan has to say!

Even when encountering difficulties, he would subconsciously think of Luo Suxuan!

What exactly did Luo Suxuan do to Xiao Jing, and what is his ability? Now that things have happened, Xiao Jing can still remember him in his heart!

Xiaojing didn't notice Yue Wuchen's anger at all, and after a pause, he said again: "Luo Suxuan said that the living and the dead are actually very easy to distinguish, and that's all it takes!"

Before the words finished, Xiaojing quickly raised his hand, and first checked Yue Wuchen's breath, um, he was still panting.

Then he moved his hand down, and put it directly on Yue Wuchen's chest, well, the heart is still beating.

Xiao Jing said: "You are still alive!"

Yue Wuchen: "..."

He was just a little dazed, and Xiaojing had already done all of this, and even came to the final conclusion.

Yue Wuchen didn't know what to say for a while.

It's not good to reprimand Xiao Jing for being rude, let alone punish Xiao Jing, for fear of scaring people away overnight.

After thinking for a while, Yue Wuchen sighed and said: "Then I have to thank you, it proves that I am still alive."

Xiaojing: "You're welcome."

"..."

"Then since the misunderstanding has been explained clearly, can Master Yue show me the way back, or take me back personally?" Xiaojing raised his head and stared at Yue Wuchen's face.

Yue Wuchen didn't answer immediately, but looked up at the sky, then shook his head and said, "No, it's past Haishi."

"It's past the time of day... Then what? You're not allowed to go back to your room to sleep?"

Yue Wuchen explained: "There is a rule in the mountain. Disciples have to get up at the time of Mao and sleep at the time of Hai. Now that the time of Hai has passed, it means that the curfew has passed, and no one is allowed to walk around in the mountain at will."

"..."

The corners of Xiaojing's mouth twitched a little, and he felt as if he had fallen into a wolf's den, starting at Mao and sleeping at Hai, couldn't there be a little deviation?

Isn't that just getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than dogs?

I feel like I haven't done anything, why is it already past Haishi?

Xiao Jing thought for a while, and said seriously, "But I didn't walk around the mountains randomly, I walked around the mountains with a purpose, and I want to go back to my room to sleep."

Yue Wuchen shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work."

"Then can you show me the way back? I'll go back secretly by myself, and don't pull you a bad door, so it's okay, right?"

"There will be special disciples watching the night."

Xiao Jing asked anxiously: "What will happen if you get caught? Cut off hands and feet, goug out eyes and tongue, kill me?"

Yue Wuchen didn't know why Xiaojing had such a strange idea, it was just a violation of the curfew, and it would not be enough to cut off his hands and feet, goug his eyes and tongue, let alone kill him.

But he still hoped that Xiaojing could abide by the door rules from now on, so he said: "If someone finds out, he will be punished for confinement to copy the door rules or scriptures."

Xiao Jing said: "Then what if I resist? I don't want to copy, so what?"

"Then you will be sent to the Discipline Hall."

Xiaojing: "Send it in and lock it up?"

Yue Wuchen shook his head and said, "No, send it in and be punished."

"What punishment?"

"Generally speaking, it's a cane, but it depends on the situation. If you hurt someone when you resisted, you will suffer more. If you don't hurt someone, you will suffer less." Yue Wuchen explained, paused, for the sake of intimidation Living in Xiaojing, he said again: "After the punishment, you will be punished to kneel on the back mountain. Then you will not sleep even more."

Yue Wuchen thought that Xiaojing would not dare to break the curfew, but Xiaojing asked solemnly, "Are you targeting me alone?"

"Aim at all the disciples in the mountain."

Xiaojing asked again; "Including you?"

Yue Wuchen nodded, thinking that Xiaojing is really a child who can be taught, she can see through a little bit, and she is still very clever.

Then Xiaojing said something next, which almost made Yue Wuchen unable to breathe.

"So, the injury on your back is because you broke the curfew and injured the disciples on patrol, so you fell down?"

Yue Wuchen: "..."

Yue Wuchen: "..."

Yue Wuchen: "..."

That's right, Xiao Jing not only knows a little bit, but also draws inferences about other cases from one instance.

Yue Wuchen admitted that he suddenly couldn't answer.

The injury on his back didn't come from this way, it turned out that Xiaojing had seen it.

But Xiaojing didn't say anything about it. Instead, he asked him very easily, even gloatingly, if he violated the rules of the door, so he was beaten and left scars.

Before Yue Wuchen became the suzerain, the master was extremely strict with him, but he was relatively indifferent and calm since he was a child, and he never violated any sect rules.

Unlike his apprentice Lin Jing, who obviously shouldn't be beaten, but was injured again and again because of various people and things.

There was nothing to explain, Yue Wuchen said: "Let's take it for granted, so, do you still want to break the curfew?"

"I don't want to anymore," Xiaojing shook his head resolutely. He is a gentleman who knows the current affairs, and he also raised his hand and pointed backwards very kindly, "I'll go to sleep in the bamboo house for one night, so it won't break the family rules, right?"

"Yes, but—" Yue Wuchen raised his hand and gently pushed Xiaojing's arm aside, then sighed helplessly, "You pointed in the wrong direction, the bamboo house is over there."

"Oh."

Xiaojing didn't argue, and followed Yue Wuchen back to the bamboo house contentedly.

The heat in the room has also dissipated.

There is nothing inside, just a bamboo bed, a table, and two bamboo chairs.

In addition, there is a screen and a wooden bucket for bathing.

"Just a bed..."

Xiaojing was embarrassed again.

Although he slept in all sorts of shabby and dirty places, he managed to change into clean clothes, which smelled delicious again.

That is the slightest reluctance to sleep on the ground.

Moreover, there is still water on the ground, so sleeping on the ground must be very cold at night.

But he didn't want to sleep on the same bed with Yue Wuchen.

When he was hesitating, Yue Wuchen said: "Go to bed, I am not sleepy."

Then we have to go out.

Xiaojing hurriedly said: "Hey!"

"Go and watch outside the door, don't worry, no one will come here normally, and the Wuji Taoist Sect is very safe, there will be no evil spirits, you can just sleep peacefully."

Unexpectedly, Xiaojing said: "No, I just want to say, can you close the door for me by the way."

Yue Wuchen: "..."

I don't know why, but it seems that he didn't pick up the obedient and sensible baby apprentice he had missed for seven years.

Instead, it was like bringing back a little ancestor.

He didn't even know how to give way, if Lin Jing was here...

After all, Lin Jing and Xiao Jing are different.

Yue Wuchen hummed, and when he went out, he really closed the door behind him.

But as soon as he stepped out of the room, Yue Wuchen shuddered all over, suddenly his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

As soon as the blood hit the ground, it turned into ice slag.

So cold, so cold.

Yue Wuchen staggered down the steps, leaving a trail of ice under his feet.

Pressing down on the stone table with one hand, cold sweat dripped down.

It condensed into ice slag again.

Ever since Yue Wuchen cracked his soul and quenched his bones seven years ago, he has suffered from this problem.

I am extremely afraid of the cold, but it is usually fine, and my bones all over my body will ache in winter.

The water in the cold pool has the effect of washing away the mortal dust. In addition, there is another usage, which is to use it for fasting and dipping.

Put the water in the cold pool into a jade bottle, dip a wicker in the water, and sprinkle it on everyone.

As the saying goes, a drop of willow water in a jade bottle can cleanse the dust and filth.

Ordinary evil spirits would die if touched, even if they did not die, they would be corroded by the water into a pile of rotten bones and flesh.

Although Yue Wuchen is not evil, he is not a monster either.

But after he cracked his soul and quenched his bones, he lost a soul and a soul.

If once it touches the water in the cold pool, it will not be corroded into rotten bones and rotten flesh.

But it can cause his cold syndrome. When it is serious, Yue Wuchen will be sealed by the ice layer at a distance of twenty feet around his body.

In order not to affect Xiaojing's rest, Yue Wuchen took a deep breath and slowly meditated with his legs crossed, trying to force out the cold air that had spread into the cracks of his bones.

But how could it be so easy, after a while, instead of getting better, it became colder and colder.

It seems to be in a world of ice and snow, surrounded by ice all over the body.

Yue Wuchen exhaled slightly, and a puff of white smoke came out.

The hair that was not completely dry was also covered with a layer of ice slag at this moment.

The surrounding bamboo forests were affected, and ice flowers gradually formed on the leaves.

Yue Wuchen didn't say a word, cold sweat rolled down his forehead hair, and soon condensed into small ice beans.

And Xiaojing in the room was not asleep yet.

Wrap yourself tightly from head to tail with a quilt.

Strange and strange.

It is obviously summer, even in the deep mountains and old forests, it is not so cold, right?

It's almost the Dragon Boat Festival, so it's like winter, it's freezing cold.

Xiao Jing's nose turned red from the cold, and she kept shivering while wrapped in the bedding.

He wondered if Yue Wuchen fell ill outside again, and the surroundings were so cold.

Once again, he couldn't help wondering whether Yue Wuchen would just die outside the door like this.

He even wondered if if Yue Wuchen went on like this, the bamboo forest would be destroyed overnight.

Thinking of the bamboo forest, Xiao Jing remembered Er Hu Niang saying that she wanted to make glutinous rice in bamboo tubes for him to try.

Because of this, Xiaojing likes bamboo very much, so he doesn't want to watch the bamboo forest being destroyed by Yue Wuchen.

After a moment of hesitation.

Finally, Xiaojing couldn't help getting out of bed, wrapped in a thick bedding, and quietly pushed open the door, revealing a round head first.

The sight that caught his eye startled him.

Frostflakes are everywhere in front of my eyes, a world of ice and snow that can be seen.

And Yue Wuchen was sitting cross-legged on the stone table, the cold air emanating from him.

I don't know if he died or not.