What about the Master's text?

It was only Mao's time, and there was a constant rustling outside the house.

Bo Yu turned over impatiently, and before he had time to pull the quilt, he felt something hit the door frame hard.

"Alas..." Bo Yu sighed, slowly got up and went down barefoot.

As soon as he opened the door, the smelly wind rushed into his nose, his drowsy head suddenly woke up, and Fu Guier was holding a red carp in his hand and was about to feed it to his mouth. He was shocked: "Mouth Keep the fish!"

Before Fugui'er could move, Bo Yu took a few steps to grab it, "This is not for food!"

Fugui'er was robbed of the fish, with a drooping face, "Obviously your master ate it..." Filled with resentment, he raised his foot and kicked the branch of the spirit tree on the door frame.

"What did you say?!" Bo Yu almost strangled the fish in his hand in shock, "Where is Master?" He actually wanted to ask "Where did my fish go?"

"Here," Fu Guier pointed in one direction, Bo Yu looked up, and saw a black smoke billowing from the backyard, and there was a burnt smell in his nostrils.

"My fish!" Bo Yu ran like a gust of wind, but was still a step too late.

A small piece of bamboo forest was burned, and a layer of black ash floated on the hot spring, while his auspicious master squatted on the bluestone bricks, holding a bamboo in his hand, on which was a red carp skewered into mutton skewers.

Bo Yu: "..." Right now I just want to fight the demon [-] to save me!

He clutched his heart, looked at the two smears of black ash on Fu Ji's face and the dirt on the hem of his clothes, closed his eyes and said silently: "I am not angry when others are angry, and when I get sick, there is no one to take care of me..."

"These fish are burnt, can you give me the one in your hand?" Fu Ji looked serious, staring fixedly at the only red carp left in Bo Yu's hand.

Bo Yu: "..." Aww, I don't even let this go, I'm so pissed off!

"Can you?" After waiting for a long time without a response, Fu Ji asked again.

After a cup of tea, Bo Yu handed the grilled fish to Fu Ji.

Although it hasn't been roasted for many years, the craftsmanship is not unfamiliar, and Bo Yu carefully picks out the thorns for Fu Ji, which is not too filial.

When this matter was mentioned afterward, Gao Su asked him why he was willing to roast the last spirit carp. Bo Yu thought for a while, and said in a state of melancholy: "Probably...maternal love is overflowing!"

Gao Su: "..."

After finally feeding the master's stomach, Bo Yu stared at his muddy clothes in a daze, should he take a bath?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing, it would be great if the senior brother was here, a water purification formula would be enough, but now there are only him and Fu Gui'er here, how can they know how to make a formula.

"Master, do you want to take a bath?" Bo Yu leaned over and wiped the black ash on Fu Ji's face naturally, but it turned out to be even dirtier after wiping. Much cleaner than Fuji.

"I need to wash it." Fu Ji ate his stomach full, and his speech became more obedient. Bo Yu subconsciously wanted to rub his head, but he was stunned as soon as he put it on. He didn't know whether to take it back or what.

"You wash it too." Fu Ji grabbed Bo Yu's sleeve as if he didn't realize it, "soak in the hot spring."

If you ignore Fu Ji's identity, you'll be a half-grown boy staring at him, his pretty face is serious but can't hide his anticipation, and Bo Yu covers his face: I really can't stand such a master!

So Bo Yu, who had previously made up his mind not to indulge Fuji, smelled really good again. He changed the hot spring water again, and then prepared the clean clothes. How many reasons to come.

It's just that at this moment, he never expected that the sect has already spread the word, saying that Bo Yu, the closed disciple of Immortal Fuji, achieved good things with a beautiful female cultivator when he was practicing outside, and broke his Taoist heart, and even the children died. There is.

Rumors started to spread outside, but troubles arose again in Bo Yu's place.

"Ahem!" Fuji walked to the hot spring in only a single shirt, but accidentally slipped his foot and fell directly into the water. He became smaller and couldn't even use his spiritual power. He almost choked on something. .

Even though Bo Yu pulled him out of the water very quickly, his face turned pale from choking, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red, making him look pitiful.

After finally getting Fu Ji to the shore and sitting down, Bo Yu saw that his hair was sticking to his cheeks, covering his eyes, so he took a cloth towel to wipe off the water stains on his face, and then put on his outer shirt to cover his face. Wrapped by the person, he thought for a while before opening his mouth, "Why don't you be with the master? I can take care of you."

Fu Ji's eyelashes moved slightly, and he nodded after a long time, "Okay."

He had no objection, so Bo Yu was relieved. The elder brother had been exhorted thousands of times, his master is a soft-tempered person, and he always likes to be harsh on some small things. The servants are not comfortable enough to serve him, and he will be expelled from the division when he recovers.

The two reached an agreement, and Bo Yu directly carried him into the water. This time, he supported him and used a burst of spiritual power to trap him, which was very appropriate.

But before he breathed a sigh of relief, Fu Ji slowly turned his head, stared at Bo Yu for a long time, and then said slowly, "From now on, don't pick me up."

Bo Yu: "...um."

The water waves are slightly rippling, and the hot springs of Lingfeng gather the essence of heaven and earth, together with the blessing of magic circles, after soaking for a long time, Bo Yu becomes a little drowsy.This morning he was so noisy that he didn't sleep well. Now that the surroundings are quiet and comfortable, his eyes slowly closed.

Fu Ji turned his back to Bo Yu at first, and when the breath behind him gradually became even, he turned around and glanced at him, frowned and struggled for a while before calling softly, "Bo Yu."

Bo Yu was a sound sleeper, with the spiritual strength under her body to support her, she was not afraid of choking on the water.The always smiling face withdrew all vivid expressions while sleeping soundly, looking a little cold.

Something flashed through Fu Ji's mind suddenly, his brows were furrowed even tighter, and when he closed his eyes, blood filled the sky.

"Fuji." Someone called him.

In front of you is the misty sky moat, and behind you are countless monks in green clothes, all of whom hold swords in their hands, and their faces are full of hatred, "He has become a demon, we must not allow him to run rampant, Fuji, do you want to go against the sky?" ?”

"Thousands of disciples from various sects were slaughtered indiscriminately, and Yan Tianzong was slaughtered by him. Only the young sect master Xue Jie remained. You can protect him for a day, but you can't protect him for a hundred days."

"The demon cultivator that everyone gets and punishes is protected by you in every possible way. Does the head of Xuantianzong know that you are acting like this?!"

"Today Suiyang Mountain is his place of death, Fu Ji, how many people can you stop!"

"kill!"

Snow slowly fell from the sky, and the gray and green mountains were like ghosts crawling on the long river. Black clouds came over, and the lightning hidden in the clouds seemed to be wrapped in poisonous mist, enveloping the world bit by bit. When it came down, the smelly corpse twisted and moved on the ground, and the expressions of the surrounding monks changed drastically, with fear and fear in their eyes.

"What is this devil going to do?!"

"Stop him!"

"Get out of the way..."

The blood stained the pale yellow dead leaves red, even the air became anxious, the snowflakes melted on the shoulders, and it was impossible to see clearly in an instant. Climb towards people.

The screams all over the sky were strange and terrifying, and the long sword in Fu Ji's hand was also stained with blood.

His palms were sticky, and the stench from his nose clung to his nerves bit by bit until it bound all his reason.

"Aji, let go." Someone whispered in his ear.

Fu Ji froze, lowered his head suddenly, and covered the back of his hand with his white hand. The man's voice was gentle, like a spring breeze blowing over the tip of the grass, and finally disappeared without bounds, taking with it the last trace of emerald green.

"Brother." Fu Ji's lips were stained with blood, the man leaned in and kissed his forehead, for a moment he seemed to hear a chuckle, but the moment Fu Ji didn't raise his head, the man left suddenly.

The warmth close to the body suddenly disappeared, and Fu Ji looked nervously, and saw that the person was far, far away from him.

"A Ji, close your eyes." The man coaxed, with a gentleness that he couldn't even detect.

"Senior Brother..." Fu Ji took a step forward, the sticky long sword in his hand gave him strength, he raised his hand to kill someone standing in front of him, the strong smell of blood made him almost nauseous, but these None can stop him.

That person still couldn't see his face clearly, obviously they were so far away.

"Aji," the man said louder, "close your eyes."

"It's better to die with him." Fu Ji suddenly thought in his heart, he refused to close his eyes, eager to see the man's face clearly... but he didn't know that someone behind him raised his hand.

"A Ji!"

The more Bo Yu slept, the more chilly he felt. He rubbed his eyes half-awake, but suddenly felt something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, he saw a layer of frost covering Fuji's body.His eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, but there were fine beads of sweat on his temples, which seemed to be a sign of madness.

"Master." Bo Yu didn't dare to act presumptuously, so he pinched the Concentration Talisman and pasted it on the back of his neck, and then used more than a dozen pieces of Gathering Talismans to draw all the spiritual power around the hot spring into his body, and then supported himself with his right fingertips Introduce the heart little by little.

Lingfeng's aura is cold in nature, and it is naturally bred to be uniquely pure, but it is not enough to use only so much spiritual power. Fuji is a Mahayana monk, and these spiritual powers are not even a drop in the bucket.

Bo Yu was thinking of ways while conveying the spiritual power, and finally gritted his teeth and cut the palm of his hand, using blood as ink, drawing talismans in the air, attracting the spiritual power of several other spiritual peaks bit by bit, and finally formed a natural mountain with Fu Ji as the center. array.

He tossed and tossed for a long time, sweating profusely. When Fu Gui'er sensed the movement and ran in, Bo Yu almost fell into the water due to loss of strength.

"You dare to use forbidden techniques, aren't you afraid of being discovered by the old monsters of Xuantianzong?!" Fugui'er looked worried, but he couldn't help.

Bo Yu took a deep breath, "Don't talk nonsense, help me quickly, let me use your blood." He was short of spiritual power when he used the time-traveling talisman before, and now it's even worse, and his spiritual power is almost exhausted .

Fu Guier glanced at his face, thought for a while and stretched out a hand, "Here, save yourself, and pay back what I owed you."

Bo Yu was startled, then suddenly smiled, "You owe me more than this..." After finishing speaking, he didn't care whether Fu Guier understood or not, he directly slashed his wrist, drawing blood into the magic circle.

The author has something to say:

Bo Yu: You have to take care of your children in practice, that's all, the master is the most important.

Fu Ji: Remember what you said today.

Bo Yu: (scratches his head) What did I say? ? ?

There is probably another chapter tonight, see if I can code it out sooner.good night duck~