I, scum gong, never adore Master

Looking at Jiang Ye, his eyes suddenly became hot

He never showed weakness in front of anyone.

Even if his body was covered in cuts and bruises and dripping with blood, Yun Jian had long been accustomed to using magic techniques to hide those traces, and then stood upright in front of everyone like a normal person, with a calm expression on his face.

Over time, no one would think that a No. [-] person like Shenyin Peak Immortal would be injured, would be bound by shackles every month, and his flesh and blood would be pierced by cold nails.

Once you get used to it, it's not that unbearable.

But this time, Yun Jian didn't try to force himself on purpose, he seemed to have been drained of spiritual energy and trapped his consciousness because of the seemingly insignificant injury in the past.

He hadn't dreamed for a long time, but this time he fell into a dream.

The dream is full of everything related to this temple, and there is also a young man whose face is always blurred and cannot be seen clearly.

The young man's voice was very clear, familiar and lively, as if there was always something to say, and most of the time Yun Jian just listened silently.

Whatever you say is fine, the content is not important, as long as he is talking, he will listen with his own ears.

Time in dreams is always different from reality.

He heard several hazy calls from the outside world, but remained indifferent.

The sun is shining brightly, the trees are singing cicadas, and there are groups of fireflies dancing in the reeds at night...

The blood on the side of the waist was scattered on the white clothes, and it spread more and more, and the master's abdomen was pierced by the vine branches, and the blood flow continued.

Jiang Ye, who had never seen such a tragic situation, hugged his master, trembling his hands, trying to block the bleeding wound, but the blood still flowed out from between his fingers, and soon his hands were stained bloody.

No matter how dull he was, he could tell that Master shouldn't be like this. He suddenly threw him down to block him from the vine's attack.

All the inherent impressions of Master from the original text collapsed instantly.

Master has never been a demon returning from hell, nor is it Yama who always wants to kill him.

Master, he is... kind, and he was injured in order to save his apprentice.

The master closed his eyes tightly, his face instantly became pale as paper, Jiang Ye panicked, he was not used to this world yet, he didn't know how to deal with this kind of injury.

A pair of flustered almond eyes suddenly turned to Feifei, "What... what should I do?"

He was speechless in a panic.

Feifei was also dumbfounded. He was very afraid of this man in white just now, and he was naturally afraid. It stands to reason that this person's life or death has nothing to do with him. He doesn't have to...

I don't know if I think Yun Jian's aura is too familiar, or because Jiang Ye's flustered appearance makes Fei Fei feel distressed, anyway, if this person dies, both Fei Fei and Jiang Ye will feel uncomfortable.

The sourness in his heart was like a bubbling spring, and he couldn't help being indifferent.

He hurried forward, a spiritual flow brewed in his palm, he pulled out the withered vine, and gathered more concentrated spiritual energy to heal Yun Jian's wound.

Jiang Ye worked hard to control the disordered breathing due to panic, and it tended to calm down.

Looking at Feifei who was frowning and closing his eyes, Jiang Ye didn't dare to disturb him, but his almond eyes could not stop lingering on Master's hideous wound and pale face.

The warm yellow spiritual flow gurgled into Yun Jian's wound, trying to stitch up his flesh and blood.

Philip has never healed anyone, he can only rely on instinct to use spiritual power to block the blood flow, to sew up the torn flesh, the spiritual flow travels along the spiritual veins of Yun Jian's body, and when he is about to explore When it passed near the collarbone, it was suddenly smashed away by a powerful force.

Fei Fei was shot away by the force and staggered backwards.

At this moment, the blood flow on Yun Jian's waist has stopped a lot, but the wound is still terrible.

Jiang Ye couldn't understand: "Is this cured?"

"Hmm... It's strange just now, he seems to have other wounds that haven't healed..." Philip was also not sure what the force that was repelling his spiritual power just now was.

He reached out to heal the wound again, and was pushed away by that force again, but it was not as violent as the counterattack just now.

Philip said, "Shouldn't your life be in danger now?"

He glanced at the temple that had collapsed into ruins, his eyes were a little sad.

"Let's get out of here quickly. I know those vines. They are the companion spirit plants of Shenmai. The attack just now may be inspired by Shenmai. Anyway... let's leave quickly!"

Jiang Ye didn't care about the pain in his legs, he wrapped his arms around the master's back with one hand, and supported his legs with the other, struggling to pull him into his arms, gritted his teeth, and walked out.

Philip reminded in a low voice: "Actually, you can also carry him behind your back."

"That won't work, what should I do if the wound is pressed?"

"Uh..." Master was injured and unconscious. They couldn't rush back to Yunmiao Mountain in a short time, so they could only find a place to stay in Tongxiu Village, and it would be best to find a doctor to treat Master.

But in a remote village in the mortal world, the doctor who can treat injuries usually has a headache and brain fever, and the wound dressing is okay. Where have I seen such a serious wound, and a big hole was stabbed in the waist!

The invited doctors all shook their heads, telling Jiang Ye to prepare for the funeral.

Jiang Ye was really on the verge of crying, Master's face became even more ugly, lying there, breathing weakly, if he didn't listen carefully to the heartbeat, he would have thought it was a corpse.

"Xianjun, Xianjun!"

Pushing the night open the window of the inn, he saw the middle-aged man downstairs calling him, this is the man who asked him to clear up evil spirits and save his daughter yesterday.

The man was very excited when he saw him, hurriedly entered the inn, and went straight to the second floor.

"Just now I saw the silhouette of Xianjun standing by the window and I felt familiar. I didn't expect it was really you. Xianjun really has good moral character. After driving away evil spirits, he did a good deed without leaving a name. He turned around and left. I can't find you. I'm flustered."

Jiang Ye was not in the mood to chat with him, frowning and staring out the window.

Last night, he gave Fei Fei the jade slip from Yunmiao Mountain, and with Fei Fei's cultivation level at the stage of becoming a god, he hurried back to Yunmiao Mountain to ask Bu Lingchen for help.

Jiang Ye didn't know who he could trust, but Bu Lingchen, who was not mentioned in the original text, might be the only hope for the master, and the master seemed to trust him very much, even more than his apprentice...

For no reason, Jiang Ye felt a soreness in his chest.

He was already anxious and irritable, and he looked at the middle-aged man with unfriendly eyes: "I don't need your thanks, why don't you leave?"

The man wasn't angry either, he just glanced at the person lying vaguely in the middle and understood.

"I saw that many doctors came in and out of the inn today. I thought it was the fairy who was injured. I thought that I kept a bodhi grass in my place and wanted to use it to treat the injury of the fairy. My daughter also knows a little about the art of Qihuang, so maybe it can help you. Xianjun relieves worries."

Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, he had seen Bodhi Grass in the original text.

It was a miracle cure for wounds.

But in a color text, its function naturally becomes the capital of the apprentice's presumptuousness. Anyway, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as it is supplemented with bodhi grass, the master can heal very quickly.

……

They moved into Li's house, which was the home of the middle-aged man who asked to exorcise evil spirits at night.

Miss Li sent the bodhi grass and said: "Because I am grateful to my benefactor for saving my life, I hope my benefactor will accept this bodhi grass."

Jiang Ye thanked Miss Li, and she said again: "My little girl understands the art of Qi Huang, and seeing this young master's injury, he needs to use a burnt blade to remove the carrion, and then crush half of the bodhi grass and apply it overnight, and the next day Then mix the remaining half into the medicinal soup and soak for an hour."

As she spoke, she carried the medicine box and walked lightly to Master's bed with lotus steps, about to untie Master's clothes.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Ye probably imagined that in some kind of romance novel, the heroine saves the seriously injured male protagonist, and then the male protagonist develops feelings for him because of this...

No matter how you look at it, you feel awkward.

Jiang Ye coughed lightly, "Let me come, my master respects him...I don't like others to touch him."

He wasn't talking nonsense, after all, in the original text, the master was loyal to the apprentice, and later faced with the shameless request of the apprentice, he hated the touch of others.

Miss Li looked a little weird, but she nodded after thinking about it.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, still unavoidably nervous. He saw that Shizun had half unbuttoned his clothes, tried hard to suppress the color waste in his head, closed his eyes and stabilized his mind.

He unbuttoned his clothes, exposing the master's chest and porcelain white waist, and suddenly exposed the scarlet wound.

Looking at Jiang Ye, his eyes suddenly became hot.

The diameter of the wound was as thick as a wrist, and the smell of blood spread immediately.

He scorched the sharp knife and gouged out bit by bit towards the carrion, almost mechanically thinking nothing before he controlled the trembling of his wrist.

Occasionally, a few muffled hums caused by pain leaked from the master's throat, and Jiang Ye's heart trembled, and he raised his eyes to glance at the fragile and pitiful face of the master, and his eye sockets became even hotter.

He could only try his best to control his panic, bit his lower lip with his teeth, and tasted a hint of sweet rust on the tip of his tongue.

The carrion was removed, and the medicinal paste made by Miss Li was applied. Jiang Ye was sweating, and he was so tired that he was about to collapse and did not dare to leave the master.

After all, this Tongxiu Village is not that safe, and I don't know what to do next if the Shenmai is missed.

……

Yun Jian lingered in his dream for a long time, but the figure of that friend was always vague, and he couldn't see clearly.

Until the warm yellow dream was shrouded in thick black fog, and when I opened it again, I found myself lying in a strange environment.

Just as he was about to get up, he found his hand was being held.

I looked down.

The young man was sleeping soundly on the edge of the bed, as if he was extremely tired, his forehead hair seemed to be wet with sweat, his slender and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his body was still tense in his sleep.

Yun Jiantao's eyes shifted slightly, and the boy's hand was still tightly clutching his wrist.

And the wound on his waist had already been treated, but the people who did these things were very unskilled, and even hilariously tied the bandaged gauze into an oversized bow.

Yun Jian: "..."

Yun Jian's mood was a bit complicated.

Like a crack in the sealed silkworm chrysalis, the strange air from the outside world invades little by little along the gap.

It was the first time he saw this boy not only not afraid of him, but also dared to sleep soundly beside him, he must be really exhausted.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Accompanied by the woman's sweet and soft voice: "Brother Jiang, are you inside? I'm coming in..."

Yun Jian frowned, how could there be a woman?

Also called Jiang Ye...Brother Jiang?