I, scum gong, never adore Master

The apprentice has a wild mind, knows a lot, and has a lot of tricks

It does hurt a bit when you go in.

But it's not very painful, within the tolerable range.

After the initial uncomfortable period, I felt that my soul was wrapped in a slightly cool spring, not only not uncomfortable but also quite comfortable.

For a moment, Jiang Ye began to feel that such a death was not too bad.

In the chaos of mind and soul, the perception of the outside world is weak, but you can still hear the people around you talking.

The master's indifferent voice was very close to him, and he said to the Taoist nun: "Your cultivation base is still shallow, and forcibly cutting open the soul of others will naturally cause a crack in the soul."

Taoist nun Weinuo: "What the immortal said is true."

Master: "This deity has washed away his memory of coming to the back mountain today. If you are worried, you can check it."

If she put it on something innocuous, the Taoist nun would definitely not lose her manners, but this matter is not only her concern, but everyone present.

Her technique of dissecting the soul is superb, even if she can't do it herself, as long as she penetrates a ray of consciousness, she can see whether Jiang Ye's memory has really been washed clean.

"excuse me."

Jiang Ye felt a bone-chilling force piercing his forehead, and couldn't help but tremble all over.

Different from Master's gentle spiritual flow, this power is obviously much more domineering.

Jiang Ye only felt like a house that was rummaged by intruders, searched it into a mess, turned over and over again, and there was no place to stay in the room, as if it had been swept away by bandits.

The intruder found nothing, seemed relieved, closed the door with a bang, and withdrew.

The soul was disturbed and confused, Jiang Ye clutched his throat belatedly, nauseated and vomited.

It seemed that the white mist in front of him was gradually dissipating, and his vision was finally clear. His back was soaked with sweat, and he only realized that he was not dead, and then passed out.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the water pavilion of Shenyin Peak.

There was the sound of a gurgling stream outside the curved window lattice, and the white twilight was in full bloom, peeking into the room from the window edge, and he was lying on the soft bed by the window.

"woke up?"

The master was dressed in white, and stood tall with his back facing him, fiddling with something in front of the table.

Jiang Ye sat up in a hurry, pinched his leg, hissed in pain to be relieved, he felt but not paralyzed, and silently recited the pi and multiplication tables in his heart, his brain was fine, and he was not stupid.

Except for the icy cold caused by some chills all over the body, there is no other discomfort.

The master approached, and a white porcelain vase was handed over with a hand as tall as jade.

"Drink it and you'll feel better."

A faint fragrance emanated from the psychic liquid in the bottle, and I drank it all in one gulp, and it tasted sweet in my throat.

Suddenly, I felt a warm current flow from my stomach to my whole body, and my whole body relaxed, dispelling the chill just now.

It's not that he is not wary of Master, but his brain reacts faster.

The master didn't intend to kill him, nor did he intend to abolish him. I'm afraid the cruelty before was not for outsiders to see.

Well intentioned.

Master really loves him so badly...

Jiang Ye obediently blinked his apricot eyes, his round pupils peeked at the master secretly, glanced at him a few times and then looked back embarrassedly, holding the porcelain bottle that was still warm, the limp soft hair on his head stood up vigorously. stand up.

The master's long silver hair was half tied behind his head by a branch of white plum, which shone like silk and satin. The whole figure looked like the most precious imperial porcelain, and also like an exiled fairy on the cloud that did not disturb the dust.

In short, it shouldn't be in the human world.

Probably because Jiang Ye's subconscious gaze was too hot, as if there was substance, the master seemed to have sensed it, turned his head to look at him, and his voice was cold and vaguely like a round of cold moon.

"Is there still discomfort?"

Shaking his head at night, he poured down a cup of warm spirit liquid, and the slightest uncomfortable feeling disappeared.

I even found that not only my body and mind are fine, but even the memories that I promised to be erased are all well stored in my head.

The soft fur shook, with question marks all over his head.

Master said: "You must remember in the future, you must not tell anyone about your experience today. You have never been to the back mountain today, nor have you met them. You have been in Shenyin Peak, remember?"

The soft hair swayed again, and Jiang Ye nodded like a pounding garlic.

He tilted his head and guessed: "So... Master didn't want to dissect my soul just now, but just acted for them?"

"Of course you can't cut open your soul casually, even if it's me, I can't guarantee that it won't hurt your soul."

Feeling lucky to survive the catastrophe, Jiang Ye patted his heart.

Frowning and pondering, he realized again!

"If the master just came to take me back, they dare not stop them, but they won't rest assured. They will find opportunities to attack me again in the future, right?"

Master gave him a look of "you are not stupid".

Those peach blossom eyes are so beautiful, born with deep affection and affection, so that even a faint look in his eyes is enough to seduce people.

Jiang Ye's face turned yellow, and he suddenly looked away.

He also felt that Master's softness was like a hot stove, and thinking of the function of this ordinary bed, his complexion was red, yellow, and yellow.

A carp jumped up from the bed.

Master didn't notice his abnormality, and only said: "You have to pay attention in the future, don't be found out, and...don't trust others."

Jiang Ye lowered his head, using the broken hair on his forehead to hide his embarrassing expression.

He hesitated and said yes.

Suddenly, there was a chill on his forehead, and a cold jade-like touch pressed against his skin.

Master's voice was close at hand, "Are you hot?"

"No... no."

Jiang Ye was terrified, and he actually felt it, the inexplicable heat burning in his body made him very uncomfortable.

But it definitely wasn't caused by the Taoist rummaging around in his sea of ​​consciousness. The spiritual power of the Taoist nun was as cold as ice and piercing pain, not this kind of manic depression.

Suddenly, the little face turned yellow.

He got it!

Could it be that this body is used to doing things with the master, so that when the master is close, he is prone to react?

Ahhh! !Terrible! !

Jiang Ye's almond eyes widened sharply, with a terrified expression on his face, and he avoided the palm of the master covering his forehead as if he was avoiding some kind of flood.

Seeing the master standing there in a daze, with puzzled eyes, he slowly withdrew his raised hand, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Ye was embarrassed for Master.

Master must be very sad, right?

In the past, they were as gluey as paint, accompanying them day and night in beds, springs, groves, and...ahem, but now they are ruthlessly dodged by Lao Gong, who has always been pestering and demanding.

It must be very hard in my heart!

He felt guilty, and thanked Master for saving him, but he really couldn't satisfy Master by pestering him endlessly like the original owner.

Rolling Ye's Adam's apple, he spoke the words that were silent in his throat.

"Master, you are a good person."

Master who was issued a good person card: "..."

Jiang Ye: "I know him... No, I, what I did before was wrong, I shouldn't covet Master, I shouldn't get my hands on Master, I shouldn't let Master suffer this kind of pain."

The master who doesn't feel that he has been touched: "..."

He lowered his eyes at night, learning from the pain.

"Master, let him pass the past, we will not end well if we go on like this!"

Master: "..."

After Jiang Ye resolutely said these words, he didn't dare to look up at the master, for fear of seeing that beautiful face as pale as paper, and those tender peach blossom eyes sealed in ice pools, full of sadness.

The soft hair on the head instantly drooped.

Picking up Ye Ye and putting on the outer shirt, he was dazzled by the blood in front of his eyes, only to realize that the white shirt on the wooden chair was replaced by Master.

That was the wound and blood shed today to save him.

His emotions completely fell to the bottom, and he even wanted to slap himself a few times for his master.

He murmured: "Master, take good care of your wounds, I...I..."

"I" talked for a long time, and I couldn't organize the words well, so I finally bowed suddenly.

Acknowledge your mistake loudly and sincerely: "I'm sorry!"

Almost rolling and crawling, fleeing in a hurry, leaving the master's waterside dormitory.

The master didn't stop him. He stood at the door and watched the young man go away. The young man looked back at him after halfway running. His eyes were fixed, as if he was stimulated by something. He ran faster, staggered, and almost fell .

It wasn't until the young man completely left the barrier of Shenyin Peak that Yun Jian welcomed the second guest.

Bu Lingchen came from the hot spring building, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the glaring bright red on the back of the chair. All are light in color.

"You are hurt?"

Yun Jian was noncommittal, so Bu Lingchen just asked casually, paying more attention to those who hadn't seen him.

After all, this little injury is no different from a mosquito bite or a needle prick to the ones that Yunjian suffers daily.

Yun Jian didn't look up at him, and kept leaning over the desk, like painting.

Bu Lingchen didn't treat himself as a guest, he pulled out a rocking chair, sat down on his own, and chatted.

"You left Hot Spring Xiaozhu suddenly just because of your apprentice, right? Did he get into trouble again?"

Yun Jian: "I was taken to the back mountain."

"Yo ho, good guy, who played a prank? He dared to go to the back mountain, did Xiao Jian bump into him? If you don't die, you have to peel off your skin?" Bu Lingchen almost jumped up from his chair excitedly.

"He's fine. Jane Shichu wants to wash away the memory in his soul, and I'll do it for him."

Bu Lingchen squinted his eyes: "Is the person stupid or disabled?"

After Yun Jian finished drawing on a piece of paper, he blew up the half-dried ink stains, and changed to another piece of paper to continue tracing.

"It's just a cover-up with tail feathers, as long as everyone thinks that he has lost that memory."

"How could it be possible to wash away the memory without dissecting the soul?" Bu Lingchen became interested, "How did you make them think that you could erase that kid's memory without hurting the soul?"

Yun Jian looked up at him and said flatly, "I didn't do anything."

Bu Lingchen was shocked: "They believed it?"

Yun remonstrated: "Why don't you believe me?"

"Uh..." Just relying on the reputation of a Shenyin Peak immortal, in the name of a Mahayana cultivator, a half-immortal spirit, it seems that he is omnipotent in front of those juniors.

Naturally, Yun Jian did not need an explanation, it was their business if they believed it.

It's just that Bu Lingchen couldn't figure it out, there was nothing special about Jiang Ye, why did this ruthless man who looked at everything as if he looked at dead things in front of him want to save people's lives over and over again?

Show kindness?

Heck, he didn't believe it.

Yun Jian stopped the feather pen in his hand and paused for a while.

"I have a question for you."

"You said."

"Do you know what kind of exercises these are?"

Bu Lingchen leaned over and glanced at the paper, as if he had been struck by lightning, he was shocked.

He looked at Yun Jian, dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Where did you get these...?"

"I saw it, and thought it was weird, so I wrote it down." Yun Jian looked normal, "I've never seen these before..."

The man in white clothes who looked like an exiled fairy painted a picture of a erotic palace without any waves on his face, and put on a childish look of incomprehension, pointing to the unsightly movements on the painting, and asked Bu Lingchen solemnly: "They Why?"

What's on paper is outrageous.

Yun Jian's painting skills are excellent, and he painted the absurdity on that piece of paper vividly and vividly.

If it's just like this, it's fine, but when Bu Lingchen clearly saw that the entangled bodies on the paper were the person who asked the question, he felt like he had a bitter fruit stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to start.

Bu Lingchen: "Where did you see it?"

The wind flipped a page, revealing the face of another protagonist on the screen.

No need to guess, on the screen, the person admonishing Yun with his robe loosening from behind, his face flushed with blush, is Jiang Ye!

What a hot eye!

"In the soul of Jiang Ye." Yun Jian calmly acted as if the people in the painting had nothing to do with him.

While Bu Lingchen was shocked, he couldn't help sighing, "Tsk tsk, your apprentice is not only wild, you also know a lot, and you have a lot of tricks, tsk tsk."

Yun Jian was puzzled: "Is he studying a kind of exercise by himself? Where did he learn it? I didn't teach him."

"Well... This kind of exercise, he taught you is not bad."

Bu Lingchen's eyes suddenly became ambiguous.

"This... is a technique specially used to deceive masters and exterminate ancestors."

The author says:

Describe each other in one sentence:

Jiang Ye: Master, this person is innocent and kind, as long as he doesn't blacken, he is a good person!

Master: Wild minded, know a lot, have a lot of tricks?What do you mean by that?

Jiang Ye (with a yellow face): Master, I'm so honored, I'll make persistent efforts!