Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

The two found a nearby inn to rest for the time being.

Yan Fei's sea of ​​consciousness hadn't healed yet, and his physical body was damaged by the thunder disaster. As soon as he entered the guest room, he leaned against the wall and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. The blood instantly stained the wall. Tang Huan stepped forward to check the situation, but was caught Yan Fei pushed it away with one hand.

Tang Huan: "?"

Tang Huan: "You pushed me?"

Yan Fei casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, went to the bed and sat down: "Continue to repair the sea of ​​consciousness, if the old turtle goes crazy with the help of consciousness, I can't bear it."

Tang Huanren walked over, but he repeated without giving up: "I kindly helped you carry the thunder calamity, you don't need to thank me, but you still push me?"

"..."

When the initiative was in Tang Huan's hands, Yan Fei was always able to bend and stretch, and instantly put on a smile like a flower: "I'm just afraid of splashing blood on the palace master. As for the thunder disaster...thank you, palace master."

Tang Huan snorted, this reason was more false than any of the lies he told.

And I don't know if it was an illusion, but the "thank you" Yan Fei seemed to say through gritted teeth.

Seeing how many times the two had gone through life and death, Tang Huan didn't care anymore, motioned Yan Fei to lie down, and asked before repairing the sea of ​​consciousness, "What about the injuries on your body?"

"The injury is very serious, and there is no time to heal the injury now, so let's do this for the time being."

Yan Fei doesn't like to show weakness in front of others, but Tang Huan is an exception.

Because Tang Huan has too many treasures that are hard to buy with a lot of money, if he throws one at random, the strong people above the Nascent Soul will bleed with envy.

He leaned against the bed with a weak face, and looked at Tang Huan pitifully with his dark eyes, like a wounded puppy, "Or, what can the palace master do?"

"What can I do..." Tang Huan subconsciously rummaged through the mustard space while talking.

His experience before crossing was too shallow, and he didn't know what "eating soft food" was. After searching for a long time, he found the spiritual fruit and elixir that Xiao Changli left him when he was in Myriad Dao Continent.

"I forgot to give you these things before. It is said that they can accumulate spiritual consciousness. As for the medicinal pills for conditioning the body, I don't seem to have them on me. They are all used to treat trauma."

Yan Fei was a little suspicious. Tang Huan had so many treasures on him, but he didn't have the one that transformed his body.

But soon his eyes dimmed, his weak appearance restrained, and he suddenly figured it out.

If Tang Huan really had a treasure that nourished his body, Xiao Changli would not have tried every means to trick him into giving Tang Huan the jade bone fruit.And if he had taken the icy muscle jade bone fruit back then, he wouldn't have been hurt so deeply by this day's calamity.

Yan Fei's palm covered the back of Tang Huan's hand that had fallen on the bedside, and she let out a low laugh, it was indeed jade bones and ice muscles.

Suddenly, Tang Huan clenched his hand in reverse, Yan Fei was taken aback for a moment, and looked up.

Tang Huan looked away and said, "Forget it, I'll use spiritual energy to help you fix it. It's just a matter of sleeping. The physical body is not as troublesome as the Sea of ​​Consciousness."

After finishing speaking, he climbed into the bed: "However, if you sleep in this city, you will definitely be discovered. Let's repair the Sea of ​​Consciousness today, and I will go to investigate around tomorrow. I heard that the shells in the Sea of ​​Stars also have the effect of enchantment. I'll try and find it."

"go by yourself?"

"Well, you stay here to recuperate, don't drag me down."

Tang Huan spoke so boldly, Yan Feiquan thought it was a joke, pulled him into his arms and pressed his forehead, and said perfunctorily, "Okay, listen to Palace Master."

After many days, the sea of ​​consciousness was finally valued by the two again. After Tang Huan carefully penetrated into the consciousness, his movements suddenly froze.

"The cracks on the outside of Zhihai have been repaired, and the remaining injuries are inside."

Yan Fei gave a "hmm", her eyes were slightly closed, and she didn't respond much.

Tang Huan has only been penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness by others, and has never entered the sea of ​​consciousness of others. Although both of them were painful at first, Tang Huan's heart beat violently when he thought of feeling Yan Fei's real mood swings. .

Most of them were nervous, and besides the nervousness, there seemed to be some anticipation mixed in.

He licked his dry lips: "Then I'll go in?"

The corner of Yan Fei's mouth twitched for a moment. The words were extremely unpleasant to his ears. He hadn't felt Tang Huan's movements for a long time. He opened his eyes impatiently. At the same time, Tang Huan closed his eyes and looked into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"hiss…!"

A sharp needle-like pain suddenly rose in his head, Tang Huan shuddered all over, and was instantly sweating from the pain. In contrast, Yan Fei only frowned, and had no unnecessary reaction.

Tang Huan said tremblingly, "You, don't be nervous, I won't be able to get in if you don't relax."

Yan Fei said calmly, "I'm very relaxed."

Tang Huan was about to cry in pain: "But you can't get in, your spiritual sense has been repelling me!" Thinking of his past experience, he became more and more puzzled: "Could it be that you are not familiar enough with my aura? No, you are not Do you hold me to practice every day, how can you be different from other people?"

Yan Feihuan's hand on Tang Huan's waist froze, and suddenly remembered that this was not the first time Tang Huan had entered into the Sea of ​​Consciousness with others. Tang Huan had said before that every time he interacted with the Sea of ​​Consciousness, he was hugged like this , the euphemistic name is to familiarize the breath and reduce the pain.

He sneered, there has never been a familiar aura in this world of cultivating immortals.

But when he opened his mouth, he said, "Try holding me."

Tang Huan hugged it dubiously, and tried to penetrate his consciousness again. It was still painful, but it seemed that he had made some progress.

It's also... When someone probed in before, he was the one who was hugged, but now it's Yan Fei who is probed in, and it seems that he should be the one who took the initiative.

Tang Huan didn't think about it, and didn't have time to think about it. He endured the pain and continued to go deeper, but he didn't know that for Yan Fei, opening up his defenses was far more unbearable than the pain of knowing the sea, and he almost wanted to kill him.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Yan Fei said coldly, but Tang Huan refused to let go, and even worked harder to mobilize his consciousness.

"No... no, that thousand-year-old tortoise is no small matter. If it dies... find... someone to reason with." He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak clearly, his little face was so pale that there was almost no blood.

The two stalemate for an unknown amount of time. Yan Fei embraced Tang Huan, who was trembling in his arms but never retreated. His eyes were as dim as Yong Ye, who had no light in the world. Finally, depressed and helpless, he opened the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Don't make noise." He scolded in a low voice, but it didn't work.

Like Xie Xuan, Yan Fei has the root of the fire spirit. Even if his consciousness finally penetrated into a small path, Tang Huan didn't feel well. It was as if his consciousness was being scorched by fierce fire, and it would be annihilated into ashes if he didn't pay attention.

However, he really felt Yan Fei's emotions at the moment.

Xie Xuan didn't make it clear at the beginning, but after actually exploring the sea of ​​consciousness, Tang Huan discovered that the so-called sensing emotions were not intuitional sensing, but were truly sensed through the "sea of ​​consciousness".

For example, if the monk is happy physically and mentally, the sea of ​​consciousness will be blue and clear, with gentle waves dancing; if the monk is hostile, the sea will be full of waves and dark clouds.

As for Yan Fei's emotions, he seemed to have sensed them, but he didn't seem to have fully sensed them.

Obviously, it was just a divine sense, but the scene in front of him made Tang Huan hold his breath.

It was a vast sea area that could not be seen, as silent as stagnant water, and as black and colorless as ink.

Tang Huan opened his eyes and looked at him in a daze, while Yan Fei looked back calmly, his face was as calm as the sea of ​​consciousness, making it impossible to fathom.

"Why not fix it?" Yan Fei asked.

"…nothing."

Tang Huan closed his eyes again, silently repairing the inner wall of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the villain... really has a lot of bad water.

Unable to sense Yan Fei's emotions, he couldn't help feeling regretful, but looking at the black sea of ​​consciousness that seemed to be able to swallow people to the bone, he really didn't have the courage to go in and have a look.

Tang Huan used to repair the Sea of ​​Consciousness in the past, at least it took a whole day to complete the restoration, but this time he worked extremely hard, repairing five cracks in only half a day, and retreated immediately after exhausting his consciousness.

That's it, he even had the illusion that his consciousness was blackened a bit!

Yan Fei saw his anomaly, but didn't react at all. He just detained Tang Huan when he made an excuse to go back to his room. Obviously he didn't have "double cultivation", he still hugged the shivering palace master all night.

So early the next morning, Tang Huan felt that his whole body had turned black.

The next day, as agreed before, he went out to investigate around the town, while Yan Fei stayed in the inn to continue recuperating.

On the way out of the city, Tang Huan scratched his head belatedly.

Strange to say, he rushed in to help Yan Fei defend against the lightning disaster, and in the end, except for the depletion of spiritual energy, he was unscathed, and Yan Fei...although the injury was not fatal, it was not lightly injured.

"Why does it feel like I didn't help much..." He muttered incomprehensibly, what was Yan Fei's way of introducing Tianlei into his body in the end?

Unable to figure it out, Tang Huan stopped thinking about it. He had a premonition that it would be of no benefit to him to figure it out.

This small city is called Jixing City, and it is one of the six major cities in the Xingchen Hainan Region. The thousand-year-old tortoise turned over and sank ten miles outside the city gate. Tang Huan planned to go to the scene first to have a look.

The Spirit of Love lay on top of his head and said, "It smells like old people in front."

Tang Huan continued to pretend not to hear, but in fact, no one seemed to be able to see the two sword spirits hanging on his body except him.

The Spirit of Fear did not dare to touch the awake Tang Huan, so it turned into a smaller ball and lay down on the head of the Spirit of Love, timidly said: "I also smell it, the fifth brother and the sixth brother are always sticking together."

Tang Huan doesn't care about the old five and the six, just want to ask if you two can stop clinging to me all the time? !

He is a cannon fodder, how can he possess two sword spirits!

At least half of the reason why Tang Huan gave up on swordsmanship was because he didn't want to get involved with these life-seeking spirits.

The distance of ten miles is but an instant for a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Half a year later, there are still many monks taking pictures beside the place where the thousand-year-old tortoise sank. When the old tortoise is "not crazy", all the major factions in Xingchenhai will also send monks to station nearby to prevent others from getting there first.

The body of the millennium tortoise is [-] meters long. Because the shell of the tortoise is lying down, it looks like a flat rock in the sea when viewed from top to bottom.

Tang Huan who arrived at the scene was shocked by what he saw, and the monks around him who came here for the first time were also shocked to the point of losing their composure.

"This... this is nothing short of a miracle...!"

"It's a fight with the giant sword that goes straight into the sky in Diancang Mountain, there must be something strange in it!"

"...No wonder Immortal Master Wuming is very concerned about this old turtle. The Mermaid Clan sent so many astrologers to study this time, but the Flood Dragon Clan also seems to have sent a lot of people."

"The Jiaolong clan has not been able to do it for hundreds of years. If Jiang Hanjiao is dead, the Jiaolong clan can still be arrogant, but now that Jiang Hanjiao is not dead, Long Xiao can't compare at all."

While watching the old turtle, Tang Huan took a few photos, and listened calmly to the gossip of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals with his ears upright. He was listening with great interest, when suddenly a golden light swept over, and those monks were swept away by a dragon's tail. Two quarters!

"A bunch of trash, how dare they talk about our Dragon Clan!" A maddened voice resounded through the sea, "Jiang Hanjiao, heh! It's nothing more than a cauldron squeezed dry by Tang Huan, and it deserves to be compared with this king?!"

Tang Huan was not far away from them, so it was inevitable that he would be hurt. He didn't want to be too conspicuous, so he jumped back to avoid the aftermath.

He jumped a few meters away, and his figure suddenly paused.

Several powerful auras appeared from behind, and the group seemed to have just arrived. Tang Huan had no choice but to turn halfway and hide to the other side, but this time his back directly hit a wider chest.

Why did so many people suddenly appear to watch the excitement? There was obviously no one there just now.

Tang Huan finally realized what Fengyun Monthly said, "Xingchenhai is seriously blocking the sword", he looked back depressed, wanting to see which unlucky ghost he bumped into.

"sorry, I…"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Tang Huan looked at Jiang Hanjiao's cold and dark blue eyes like sea water, and froze in the sea.