I am green tea in the master-disciple abuse essay

That beautiful attendant has been following Fu Yanchen.

He told Fu Yanchen his name, but Fu Yanchen didn't bother to remember it, and only called him "Hello".The other party didn't make a fuss when he heard it, and his attitude of indulgent Fu Yanchen somewhat resembled Ruoqing.

Unable to find Chanrong and the others nearby, Fu Yanchen started walking towards the neighboring Qingzhou.On the way, he heard about the Qingzhou Corpse Array, so he hesitated in his steps, but he didn't intend to stop.

Then move on, and heard another message.

"Looking for jade?"

The pace of progress slowed down.

"What is it that makes Mozun so interested?"

In a tea shed by the side of the road, several passers-by were sitting together, talking about what happened recently.

Fu Yanchen's footsteps stopped for this sentence, and he had no intention of leaving for the time being.

In fact, the matter of losing to Huai Ruolou has always been in the bottom of Fu Yanchen's heart.It's not that Fu Yanchen couldn't accept that he couldn't beat Huai Ruolou, what he couldn't stand was that Huai Ruolou looked down on him, and became annoyed by it.

In summer, the weather is sweltering, the cicadas on the trees scream endlessly, and the dry body becomes irritated and sticky when the heat wave envelops it.

Unable to bear the heat, Fu Yanchen squinted his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky. He felt that the sweat flowing from his body was like melted sugar, sticking to his body, which made him frown.

The people in the tea shed didn't know what was going on in his mind. No one bothered to look at the two people standing outside the tea shed.

The attendant was not near or far from Fu Yanchen, and when he heard the people in the tea shed mentioning Mozun, he couldn't help but look over.

The Mozun's search for Yu caused a lot of trouble.It didn't take long, what kind of jade was that, and the story of how many people Mozun killed in order to find jade spread.

"I heard that it is a piece of white moiré jade with branches carved on the back."

I don't know who said that in the tea shed.

A piece of familiar jade appeared in his mind, causing Fu Yan's eyes to widen.

Fu Yanchen didn't listen to what the people in the tea shed said next. He only had that sentence in his mind - I heard it was a piece of white moire jade.

There are branches engraved on the back...

Tree... branches?

As if unable to bear it, Fu Yanchen shook her body, her vision seemed to be blurred by sweat, and a murmur sounded in her ear.

Afterwards, the scene in front of me twisted and turned, and was replaced by the humble hut in my memory.

"Yan'er, this piece of jade will eventually be handed over to you."

The gentle mother in memory touched his head, holding a piece of white moire jade, and put the jade in his hand.

He curiously played with this piece of beautiful jade, touching the texture of the branches with his little fingers, and he liked it very much.

Not long after that, a group of jade snatchers came and brought many problems that he couldn't figure out.

Who is the person here, and why did they want to grab this piece of jade?After killing his family, why has he been quiet for many years without any action?

——This is something that has troubled Fu Yanchen for a long time.

At this moment, he heard the news that Mozun was looking for jade, and finally connected the jade that Mozun was looking for with the jade he had lost, and inevitably thought of another thing.

Fu Yanchen still remembered that a few days ago Ruoqing said that Qingyuan had lost a piece of cloud-patterned jade, a secret treasure, which was taken away by the traitor Suyin and fell into the hands of the Mozun. Jade, it's hard not to think about these two things together.

But what does this mean?

The jade in his house is the same as the one Mozun Huairuolou was looking for.This piece of Yuqingyuan also has a piece, but it has not been mentioned to the outside world...

But the enmity of his parents was in front of his eyes, so Fu Yanchen didn't care about other things.

He immediately took out the jade card given by Huai Ruo Lou, he couldn't think about Ruo Qing and Chan Rong for the time being, he just wanted to know the truth about his parents being killed.

........................

Purple smoke rose, fascinating Chanrong's eyes.

Just after noon, Chanrong closed his eyes, and then he had a dream, a dream that had nothing to do with jealousy or greed.

At the beginning of this dream, there is no Fu Yanchen and Ruoqing, no crazy self, only a quiet sandy land.

In the dream, he was walking in the desolate desert, leaving footprints that would be covered by the wind and sand in the vast world, and the cunning sand fell on the collar by the wind, and there was a cold touch of flying snow sliding into the collar unexpectedly. , and turned into a sharp blade in the next moment, cutting him, making his muddled thoughts extremely clear.

In the dream, with a cold face, he walked forward against the strong wind, and met his master as he walked.

Master didn't need to turn his head to know that he was behind him, but when he sensed that he was coming, he didn't turn his head to look at him, but turned his back to him, with one hand behind his back, looked at the endless desert, pointed to the sun on the sand dunes and said: " Do you remember what I told you before?"

His words made people not easy to recall, after all, the head of Qingyuan is not a person who talks little.

In order to bring Chanrong into the right way, the old man who is good at preaching has said many things, and there are many exhortations and instructions. It is difficult to confirm what he wants to express.

Chanrong couldn't guess, and didn't bother to guess, so she stood not far from the master, waiting for the master to bring it up.

This is his usual style, the old man is very clear.

Except for Ruoqing, Chanrong would not take the initiative to talk to others at all, nor was she interested in talking to others, this was something tacitly understood by the monsters in the Forbidden Land.

The head of Qingyuan waited for a long time without him opening his mouth, sighed faintly, and said sadly: "I told you that Ximeng hates all beings in the three realms, and Qingyuan closed Ximeng for the sake of Dao, to prevent Ximeng from going out to harm the world , do you remember?"

"remember."

"I also told you that the existence of the dream feeder cannot be mentioned to outsiders, and the key to close the dream feeder must be hidden, do you remember?"

"remember."

"You have outstanding talent. I have high hopes for you. I want you to be Qingyuan's next head. Do you know this?"

"know."

"You know all of this, so you should be more aware that I warned you a long time ago!" The voice of the head of Qingyuan became sharp at this moment, and he angrily yelled at his beloved disciple: "Dreams can disturb the mind, If you can use your body to leave your soul, I will hand over the forbidden area to you. I want you not to look at it, and don’t listen to his voice. I want you to swear that you will not go into Qingyuan underground! But how did you do it? Just look at it! What?!"

Master's voice came along with the wind and sand, filled with complaints and anger.

Fearing that Chanrong would not admit it, the old man with the veins on the top of his head flicked his sleeves and pointed forward, asking Chanrong to see for himself the good deeds he had done.

The sea of ​​sand in front of him slowly parted under the old man's fingers, revealing an unknown secret past.

The day before going to the Zongmen Conference, Chanrong secretly visited Ruoqing.

Some time ago, Ruoqing caught wind and cold, and lay in bed for several days. It was obviously not a serious illness, but the torment almost killed half of his life.

It was still dark when Chanrong went, Suyin and Niheng were busy and not in Fushuiju, and he had just left Hanchi, with a cool feeling on his body, when he came to Ruoqing's bedside Looking at Ruoqing from the bed curtain, she walked over slowly, no longer looking at the blushing person through the thin cloth.

Ruoqing hasn't had a good rest in the past few days, and hasn't eaten seriously. The already thin person looks more and more slender and fragile after all the tossing. pity.

Seeing this, Chanrong couldn't help but sit beside his bed.

I don't know if he felt the coolness from Chanrong's body, but the hot person couldn't help but move towards Chanrong, trying to hug Chanrong's strong arm, but he didn't have the strength to lift it up.

Chanrong took the opportunity to observe his every expression.

Ruoqing was really uncomfortable, his chapped and pale lips parted slightly, the breath he exhaled was very hot, and the quilt covering his body was heavy, so he couldn't help sweating from being stuffy.

Knowing that he was suffering, Chanrong slightly bent her fingers, and used her index and middle fingers to check the temperature of his neck, and was a little lost in thought when she pulled off the quilt and stuck it on the other's hot and delicate skin.

Ruoqing's sweaty hair was messily stuck to the side of his face and neck.He closed his eyes tightly, unaware that the sweat had invaded his body, leaving behind a stroke of imagination.

Chanrong's eyes moved down, and saw the clothes wet with sweat...

Ruoqing was wearing a white underwear, and his body had some subtle reactions due to the loss of the bedding and the cold. The reactions fluctuated with the rhythm of breathing, and it was easy to arouse the greed of the people around him.

Dare not to look at the opponent's chest, nor dare to think about the speed of the opponent's heart beating, Chanrong took out a handkerchief when Ruoqing frowned, helped Ruoqing wipe his face, then stared at the haggard sick face, Seeing the other party lying on the bed drowsily, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

Can't tell what it feels like.

Chanrong took Ruoqing's hand and couldn't help pinching Ruoqing's little finger.Ruoqing didn't respond to this, Chanrong gritted his teeth with his well-behaved and innocent appearance, his jaw line was tense, and he looked a little nervous.

Looking at Ruoqing who was motionless beside him, he hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his fingers to hook Ruoqing's collar, and wiped the sweat off Ruoqing's body...

The handkerchief cleaned the other party's sweaty body bit by bit, the whole process was very slow, so slow that Chanrong couldn't even remember the process of wiping her body.

His cold face remained unchanged, he always felt that his eyes were shy, and he was too shy to look around.But my hands are different from my eyes, the attachment to Ruoqing was revealed when I wiped my sweat, and it became a lucid dream.

Afterwards, he hugged Ruoqing and sat on the bed, without moving for a long time.

In fact, Chanrong likes Ruoqing's performance very much.

Quiet, well-behaved, and will not face him with an alienated expression, nor will he walk away.

It's just that he cares more about how the other party's body can get better than that the other party no longer resists him.

Over the years, he has searched for ancient books for the other party and tried many methods, but there is no way to cure the other party.

When Suyin came back in the night, he put down Ruoqing, hid on the beam to hide his aura, watched Niheng and Suyin talk about Ruoqing's physical condition sadly, and then asked Suyin worriedly if he was still alive. After several years of good life, I couldn't bear to leave here.

After leaving, Chanrong thought for a long time.

He didn't want Ruoqing to have something to do, and he could do anything for the safety of the other party.And when he thought of this, his thoughts drifted away, turning into a dream that the master had told him.

Master said that you can do anything with a dream.

Out of the desire for Ruoqing to be safe, Chanrong picked up the long sword at the side and went to the place where Kaimeng was imprisoned.

A place he wasn't supposed to be near.

Chanrong knew that Changmeng was dangerous, but compared to how dangerous it was, he cared more about Ruoqing's safety that night, so he wanted to take a look at it, stubbornly only wanting to find life for Ruoqing.

Afterwards, he came to the underground of Qingyuan, and saw something in the surrounding large and small luminous circles, which was a stone statue surrounded by purple spar.

The amethyst is covered with a bad breath, but it is difficult for people to look back at the crystal stone.

From then on, Chanrong's eyes couldn't do without the spar on the ground, and finally, under the temptation of some unknown emotion, he raised his sword and split the quick spar, and took the spar away.

And when he took away this amethyst, there was a Ruoqing voice in Chanrong's ear when he recalled this place.

The voice was asking him: "Why do you want to go to the dream place?"

Chanrong was taken aback, but did not answer.

The voice continued, "Are you taking the spar to save me, or do you want to own me and be with me?"