Master, boo one

"Yes..." Yamo was about to get up, when there was a tearing pain in his left shoulder, the palm that the senior brother gave just now really... endured the pain, and walked towards the door step by step with his crumbling body.

Zi Xuan naturally noticed his strangeness, but he didn't ask.

At the back of the mountain, Ya Mo was sitting on the bed, blinking motionlessly, looking out the door.

This kind of injury is not considered serious, but the body is too weak, even such a small illness and injury is painful.Slowly, cold sweat broke out from his forehead.Yamo untied his belt, and glanced at his left shoulder, where it was already black and bloodshot.With some palpitations, he bandaged his hands.

I really don't understand, we are all brothers of Mo Baishan, why should we treat him like this, in his impression, shouldn't the brothers be like him and Mo Yan?Talking and laughing... But it's okay to get hurt a little bit, but what Yamo thought at the time was that if he made a move to resist, not only would the relationship with the senior brothers be handled badly, but the matter would also make a big fuss, the master must be very difficult to talk to.

Sigh... Now my head is full of the way Master is talking, I don't know whether Master is satisfied with the bowl of egg and lean meat porridge, has Master tasted it?He is doing it with great care.For a long time, Ya Mo got tired of thinking.In order to calm down my mood, I went out specially, and played a set of Mo Baishan's martial arts in the empty courtyard. I practiced it back and forth several times, and finally got rid of all the words and expressions that the master would say in my mind. .

When I looked up, the sun had already set.Ya Mo hurried back to the room and lit an oil lamp.Covered with a quilt, she shivered and closed her eyes.He was afraid of the dark, afraid that he would tremble in pain when he couldn't see the light at night, but he didn't know why, maybe he had those boring memories of his past again.

During this half month, Yamo would occasionally think about why he appeared in Mobai Mountain and who he was.Whenever it is critical, my head hurts uncontrollably.As time passed, Yamo had time to think about it. Anyway, he was staying on Mount Mobai now, with senior brother Mo Yan, his master, and so many people accompanying him, so why insist on obsessively thinking about the past.

Ya Mo looked out of the window, the window lattice illuminated by the flickering candlelight.

I heard the sound of drizzling water, as if there was a sound from the hot spring in the back mountain.

Ya Mo subconsciously shifted his gaze, twisted his body and closed the window with his hands.

Pa——The moment it was closed, the whole room went dark.Yamo let out a sluggish "ah", and immediately ran out of bed to touch the lamp, the whole table was turned upside down, and finally arrived in a panic, but the lamp oil seemed to be burnt out. "And Huozhezi... yes, where... where..." He closed his eyes in fear, and groped with trembling hands, "Where is it, where is it..."

Don't hide, come out quickly...

Nothing, nothing.In a pitch-black room, the window sills were rattling by the breeze. Usually at this time, he would comfort himself that there was a light, and nothing could get close to him.Yamo, who was stunned for a moment, hid at the door in a panic, "Master...yun...yun...yunyi...woo..." Even Yamo himself didn't know what he was talking about, the sound of the wind It was getting bigger and bigger, leaves were falling, trees were shaking, windows were opening and closing back and forth.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

But a tall figure appeared at the door, blurred and hazy in the eyes of tears.

But he recognized the scent on that figure, the faint scent of roses, the scent of roses on Mount Morber.Yamo gasped heavily, and grabbed the figure's hand, "Master..." But his hand was wet but warm.

"What happened." Zi Xuan lowered his head, and there were strings of drops of water on the scattered black hair.

"Master, disciple...disciple." Yamo said tremblingly.What should I say, afraid of the dark?Will the master throw him out of Mobai Mountain?

Zi Xuan, who couldn't see his expression clearly, stretched out his right hand to pull him up. "I'm so old, I'm afraid that some of these things don't exist."

It seems that Master really despises him.

"Master, stay with me for one night, okay... just one night..." For Master to appear here, he can still hold him.For Yamo, it is undoubtedly a dream, but now Yamo can't grasp anything except Master.

Thousands of words can't describe his mood at the moment.

Zi Xuan let go of his hand suddenly, and left under Ya Mo's desperate gaze.

"Master..."

"Still following the deity."

"Master?!"

"..."

Overjoyed, Yamo patted the ashes on his body, keeping a distance of one meter from Ziying.

Feeling extremely at ease, he entered the Luohua Hall with his master.

The lights were brightly lit, and the room was silent.

Yamo knelt on the red velvet carpet with brocade patterns, propped his hands on the ground, "Master..."

"You sleep here tonight." Zi Xuan pointed to the soft mat he usually lay on.

"Yes..." Ya Mo cautiously stepped forward and lay down on his stomach.

Only then did Zi Xuan straighten his hair that was still dripping with water, and went into the back room.

At this time, Yamo secretly opened his left eye, and found that the master had left again, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.Master doesn't want to see him at all.

After a long time.

Wow——Zi Xuan changed into a clean light blue brocade jacket, but there were some slight changes at the neckline from the previous one.After walking a few steps, Zi Xuan sat on the chair, propped his ear with one hand, his wet hair slid down, covering half of his cheek.

——The author has something to say: I am considering whether or not to let Shizun be a character that can be attacked, and I am so entangled that I have no body to cast.

Master Ziying: Well, don’t…

Everyone: Why?

Master Zixiu: Generally, people who can be conquered die so badly, and I still want to cultivate immortality...

Author: Did you see that, it's because Master doesn't want to be a teacher!

Everyone: Go, go, (with starry eyes) We treat you to a full banquet.

Master Ziyan: Well, that's fine.I've been hungry for days... Serve it first.