I am green tea in the master-disciple abuse essay

"Yan'er."

The white mist blows, passing through a pair of blurred eyes, and brings back the forest cabin that is buried deepest in memory.

Crossing the low threshold, the eyes moved up along the old floor. The woman whose face could not be seen clearly was hugging her lovely child, holding a piece of white moiré jade, dangling in front of the child's eyes.

"Is this piece of jade beautiful?"

In the blurred vision, a small hand was attracted by the jade, but was stopped before touching the jade.

The sudden appearance of Mai Se's big hand snatched the moire jade from the woman's hand, preventing the child from touching it.

"Why are you showing this to the child?" A handsome man appeared beside the woman, put the jade away, and then touched the face of the child opposite.

The woman smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? Now this jade is guarded by us, and in the future this jade will be guarded by Yan Er. If you know it sooner or later, you must know it."

The man didn't like to hear this, so he said with a bad expression: "Okay, let's talk about the matter in the future. If the dream of Yan'er's generation is solved, my son doesn't have to hide in the same place as us." This is backwaters."

After saying this, the man hugged his wife, but he didn't notice that the piece of jade kept shaking in front of the child in the following days.

Time flies, I can’t remember what year it was, but I only remember that one day it was very cloudy, the child went shopping with his uncle who came to visit his parents, and when he came back, he smelled a particularly strong smell of blood.

At that time, there was still a bleeding hand on the low threshold of the house.

The child who came back from going out didn't know whose it belonged to, so he didn't dare to look at it.

For many years since then, he has been dreaming, and what he dreams of is the most profound and vaguest part of the past in his memory.And in that past, he often stood motionless outside the door, and every time he wanted to muster up the courage to rush into that room, his feet seemed to be out of his control, and he would just stay where he was timidly.

And after spurning his cowardice countless times, he finally mustered up the courage to walk in today.But after crossing the bloody hands on the ground, he finally dared to face the death of his parents, but he saw a familiar figure.

The person standing in the room was dressed in black and had straight black hair with a silver tassel of different lengths.

This is his attire, but that face is——

"Master...Father?"

The speaking voice became unbelievable.

Standing in the wooden house where her parents were murdered, Fu Yan stared blankly at the chandelier bent over to pick up the white jade in the wooden house, her mind went blank for a moment, and then endless anger gushed out.

He didn't know what was going on with the current situation, but he knew that the person who killed his parents was not Chanrong.

Soon, a feeling of anger that a respected person was insulted came to my heart.Fu Yanchen couldn't bear it, and rushed into the house, trying to expel this ridiculous scene with his fists.

However, when he was about to call the "fake" who had offended him, the person on the opposite side slowly disappeared, replaced by another familiar figure.

Fu Yanchen, who couldn't swing his fist, saw Ruoqing.

Ruoqing sat in front of the mirror, picked up a piece of jade, and put it in his mouth.

"Miss."

Ke Dai, who was sitting by the fire with a blade of grass in his mouth, waved the white smoke approaching, and said casually: "This white smoke is a trick to deceive people's minds, don't fall for it."

Yin Yue, who combed her hair, kept her expression unchanged, and said calmly: "I look much weaker than you?"

"That's not what I meant!" Ke Dai rubbed his face and said helplessly, "But what is the Lord doing? Why hasn't it been removed for so long..."

Before the words fell, a gust of cold wind blew by.

Ke Dai immediately shut his mouth.

And beside the fire where there had always been only two people, a slender figure appeared at some point.

Chanrong, who suddenly appeared, stood behind Ke Dai, and instead of scolding Ke Dai for talking too much, he said calmly, "Yin Yue."

"My lord." Yin Yue got up quickly.

"You take Ke Dai to Subei first. Let's go now."

Yin Yue rolled her eyes and quickly agreed.

When Yin Yue and Ke Dai Yujian left, Chanrong, who drove them away, looked north, turned around and came to the place where the white smoke was thickest, and saw several fainted mortals, and Fu Yan who was motionless with her head down. Shen.

And on the opposite side of Fu Yanchen, a handsome stone demon with a human upper body and a stone beast lower body is sucking Fu Yanchen's cultivation, but because of the bones of Ye Jiao, the stone demon who wants to steal Fu Yanchen's cultivation Not only did he fail to succeed, but was countered by Ye Jiaogu, making him unable to advance or retreat.

In order to survive, the suppressed stone demon can only release white smoke that confuses people's hearts, so as to try to escape before Fu Yanchen wakes up.

It's a pity that before he broke free from Ye Jiaogu, Chanrong came over.

According to the past habits, like this kind of little monster, Chanrong would be dealt with with a single sword, so as to be clean and tidy without causing any trouble to himself.But this time was different, Chanrong who came here looked the stone demon up and down, then raised his hand very calmly, without blinking his eyes, directly crushed the stone demon's head.

And he was doing extremely cruel things, but the expression on his face was nothing but normal.

Then the stones flew up, and the dust and gravel left traces of dirt on Chanrong's body, even his fair face and soft shiny hair were covered with lime.

And the hand that was broken by him was injured more and more seriously after such an explosion.

But he ignored it, as if he couldn't feel the pain, with a cold face, he grabbed Fu Yanchen who was trapped by the hallucination, and brought her back to Ruoqing's place.

Because of the sword above his head, Bai Yan didn't come to Ruoqing's place. After the fox left, Ruoqing sat there obediently waiting for Chanrong.But after waiting for a long time, Ruoqing suddenly realized that the fox had said before that she came here after chasing the mountain spirit.

But Chanrong also said before that he felt that there was a monster in the forest, so he asked Fu Yan to go over and have a look... Then what's the situation now?

If the goblin who trapped the fox was the monster Fu Yanchen was looking for, where is Fu Yanchen now?

wrong!

Sensing the strangeness, Ruoqing stood up suddenly.

He had a vague guess in his mind—there might be two goblins here.

However, Fu Yanchen had the bone of Yejiao in his body, and Yejiao was the head of the evil, and the evil bone lived with the host, so Fu Yanchen would not be easily troubled, so Ruoqing was not particularly worried about Fu Yanchen.But Chanrong is different, Chanrong's sword is with him, and Chanrong has eye disease...

Ruoqing knows that Chanrong is not weak, but when he thinks of the plots in the original text that weakened Chanrong, it is really hard for him to feel at ease, so he begins to hate the emotional lines in the original text that can only be triggered by weakening Chanrong.

In the past, from the reader's point of view, he saw that Chanrong was weakened, and he only knew that the emotional drama would be easier.Other than that, he doesn't care about anything else.

Now that Chanrong has become someone he cares about, he has also become unable to bear the plots that try to bring Chanrong down from the altar.

He felt that his little uncle should sit firmly on the cloud, and anyone who tried to drag Chanrong into the mud was his enemy.

——And will the mountain spirit in the forest become trouble for the little uncle?

Ruoqing refused to allow this matter, and was a little worried, but he knew how much he was, so he didn't dare to run around and bark, for fear that his rashness would cause other troubles to Chanrong.

Unable to feel at ease, he turned around in place, walked like this for a while, and finally waited for Chanrong to return.

But... Ruoqing looked at the situation of the person who came, and saw that Chanrong was disheveled, and couldn't believe that the person opposite was Chanrong.After all, in Ruoqing's memory, Chanrong has always been calm and calm, even if he really met an opponent, Chanrong was never in a panic.

Therefore, thinking that Yaoxie would sometimes change into the appearance of other people, Ruoqing stood under the tree without moving, until the sword above his head came back to Chanrong, he did not believe that the person opposite was really Chanrong.

"Little uncle, what's the matter with you?" He hurried over, first helped Chanrong to lift the unconscious Fu Yanchen, and then went to see the injured Chanrong.

To be honest, Chanrong's injury is not particularly serious, but since Ruoqing started, Ruoqing has never seen Chanrong so embarrassed, so this injury is already a serious injury to him who knows Chanrong well. .

I understand why Ruoqing is surprised.

There were small wounds on his face and neck, and the clothes on his body were soiled by the corpse of the stone demon.Chanrong pursed her lips tightly, her slender fingers were horribly swollen, nearly four fingers of her right hand were broken, and they were covered with bloodstains scratched by small stones.

These wounds look painful.

Ruoqing felt uncomfortable for Chanrong, and his brows became more and more wrinkled because of this.

Noticing the change in Ruoqing's mood, Chanrong stared at Ruoqing's expression, and her voice was the same as before: "There are two mountain demons in the woods, except for the one who ran away just now, when I found Yanchen, he had already been shot. In the mist of the rocks, haunted by hallucinations..."

Then he didn't say anything else, he just lowered his head and glanced at his own hand, and put it behind his back, looking worried that Ruoqing would see it.

Hearing what he said, Ruoqing understood.

Ruoqing believed that Fu Yan had been hallucinated and caused troubles for Chanrong, which caused Chanrong to be injured.And he wanted to treat Chanrong quickly, without asking any more questions, he quickly pulled Chanrong and Fu Yanchen back to the carriage.

But after returning, he didn't see Ke Dai and Yin Yue.

"What about Ke Dai and the others?"

Ruo Qing originally wanted Ke Dai to bring clean clothes to Chanrong, and then went to get some water for Chanrong, but he didn't expect to find Ke Dai when he returned, only saw the dying fire.

Standing behind him, Chanrong heard his inquiry and said slowly, "Did you see them when you got up just now?"

"No. I didn't pay attention either." Ruoqing shook his head blankly.

Chanrong hummed and said, "I guess so."

He said: "After you fell asleep, Ke Dai said something I didn't like to hear, and I was driven to northern Jiangsu."

Ke Dai was chased away by his junior uncle?

He made a puzzled "hmm" in his heart.Thinking of Ke Dai's disgust towards him these days, Ruoqing subconsciously thinks that Ke Dai must have said something bad about him, which makes Chanrong dissatisfied and drives him away.

Now that Ke Dai Yinyue is not here, Fu Yanchen is sleeping again. He looked at the dirty clothes and injured hands of his little master, without hesitation, he leaned on them without hesitation, lowered his head, and carefully treated the wound on Chanrong's hand .

He had checked before, and there were no other wounds on Chanrong's body, only his hand was the most seriously injured, and the more important right hand was injured.

Waiting for the bandage to end, Ruoqing raised his head, and saw the little uncle on the opposite side looking at him quietly, not knowing whether the silent Chanrong was in pain or not.

And Ruoqing was gentle and gentle, staring at the streaks of black ash covering Chanrong's eyebrows, immediately got up and went to the carriage to find clean clothes for Chanrong, and went to the lake to fetch water with a wooden basin.

When doing these things, he didn't get bored, and he knew that if Chanrong didn't bring him out, Ke Dai wouldn't be dissatisfied, and Chanrong didn't have to drive Ke Dai away.And if Ke Dai and the others were still there, Chanrong's face would have been washed long ago.

In addition, Chanrong drove Ke Dai away to protect him, so it is impossible for him not to have any feelings in his heart.

Accidents happened frequently tonight, and after a long time of tossing, it was getting brighter now.

Ruoqing walked quickly for a while, and suddenly heard footsteps following behind him.He turned his head and found that it was Chanrong who was following him, so he said puzzledly: "If you are injured, don't walk away."

There was no extra emotion on Chanrong's beautiful face, he said slowly, "Don't worry."

Ruoqing felt hot and didn't persuade him to go back. The two came to the lake one after the other, and Ruoqing who put the wooden basin into the lake thought about it—then he would be at ease if he left Fu Yanchen where he was. up? ? ?

There was a pause in the movement of fetching water, Ruoqing had a strange expression on his face, but Ruoqing knew the reason why the junior uncle cared about him, so he didn't persuade the junior uncle to go back.

After fetching water, he turned around with half a basin of water, stared at Chanrong who had been following him, thought for a while, put down the wooden basin in his hand, and said softly: "Why don't you wash it by the lake, lest the water Less, if you don’t wipe it clean, you will come again.”

Chanrong didn't resist, she nodded after hearing what he said.

But when Ruoqing came, he didn't expect that Chanrong would follow, so he didn't bring a sweat towel.And Chanrong, who had fought with the mountain spirit before, naturally wouldn't go out to fight with a facekerchief, so Ruoqing could only stare with big eyes, fumbled around in his sleeves, found a handkerchief and gave it to him.

Chanrong took it, put the handkerchief on her slender neck, and then slowly poked it into the collar.

Xu was tired, he wiped the dust very slowly, and he seemed to be thinking about something while pinching his handkerchief.

Ruoqing took a look, and couldn't help but said: "Uncle, it's hard to wipe off the handkerchief if it doesn't get wet." Chanrong only held the handkerchief against his body, so he definitely couldn't wipe off the marks on his body.

Chanrong, who was in a daze, stopped when she heard this, and put away the handkerchief calmly, "I'd better wash it."

Although Ruoqing felt that the water was a bit cold, he had no intention to refute Chanrong, nor did he speak to persuade him.

And he didn't want to stay here and stare at Chanrong taking a bath, so he found an excuse to leave, but not long after he returned to the carriage, he remembered Chanrong's injured right hand again, rolled his eyes, and walked back quickly.

At this moment, Chanrong had already left the water, he washed off the dust on his body, his long eyelashes were wet by the water, curled upward one by one, his long black hair was sticking wetly to his body, and wet his white inner skin. Clothes, so that the cloth on the body has a little more color/gas that is looming.

Sensing that Ruoqing was walking this way, the man in the coat had no unexpected emotion on his face.

He was lazily standing by the lake, holding a white belt in his hand, and looked disheveled as if he had done some "bad thing" secretly.

Not long after, Ruoqing returned to the lake and found that Chanrong's inner coat and outer coat were not properly put on. He saw half of his long hair sticking to his back and half covering his chest. He was holding a belt in his hand. Yi must be unhappy.

Considering that Chanrong's current hand is not good at tying a belt, Ruoqing will naturally not stand by and watch inaction.

He didn't think too much, he just walked slowly to Chanrong, moved his finger, and pulled the belt from Chanrong's hand.And Chanrong is taller, and his body is much stronger than him. Standing in front of Chanrong, he looks a bit weak, like a rabbit that is close to the mouth of a lion.