I, scum gong, never adore Master

It hurts so bad you forget it!

"Forget it if it hurts to death!" Jiang Ye gritted his teeth and said viciously.

He was babbling harsh words, but his face was full of unconcealable tension and worry, and his almond eyes, which were round and clear like puppies, had a vicious look on them.

The anger almost turned into flames, and it hit the soft bristling hair.

But the toes turned back honestly, like a black butterfly flapping its thin wings vigorously, rushing to Yun Jian, just looking at the wound, the end of the eyes became even redder, and the eye sockets were wet.

"Uh……"

"It's not very painful."

Yun Jian didn't know that this method was so effective, and he wanted to roll off his sleeves a little guilty, but Jiang Ye grabbed his wrist and warned him with vicious eyes.

"The sleeves are narrow! What if I scratched the wound again?"

"It doesn't matter." Yun Jian said softly.

Apart from his pale face, he still looked calm and breezy, as if he wouldn't make a sound if his arm was broken.

Jiang Ye was really furious, why didn't this person love himself at all?

The wound on the arm was too hideous, if it wasn't for observing the wound, he couldn't bear to look directly at night.

The ointment was wiped away by the sleeve, the scarlet wound was exposed to the air, the bones were faintly visible, and the blood continued to flow down the forearm, which could not be stopped.

When he bandaged him before, he didn't see the wound split like this!

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, then heard the master say: "There is a wound medicine left by Bu Lingchen in the water pavilion, the effect may be better."

"Then why don't you go back quickly!" Jiang Ye jumped anxiously.

Yun Jian pursed his lips, and the words lingered on his lips for a long time.

"It's on my arm, and I can't bandage it by myself."

"Uh..." Jiang Ye was speechless, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

As he said that, he was about to grab the master's hand and go to Shenyin Peak, but he was afraid of pulling the wound, so he let go and moved behind the master, pushing his waist and urging people to go back quickly.

Before coming to this world, Jiang Ye never knew how to apply medicine and bandages. He always put a bandage on small wounds. For large wounds, he quickly went to the hospital to register for a doctor.

After coming to this world, the people here seem to have blood bars that can't be cut off, and they can always be cut off. They get injured every now and then, and they still look like they're used to it.

Are you not afraid of worsening wound infection and amputation? !

right!It is Master!

He was tinkering with the medicine box left by Bu Lingchen, but the master leaned calmly on the rattan chair, watching him busy back and forth calmly.

If it weren't for the look of his arm resting on the tea table, which looked like it would have to be amputated if he didn't deal with it, he would have looked like he was holding a book and reading lightly, or he was lazily playing chess.

Jiang Ye lamented: Human beauty is beauty, just like a piece of wood, why doesn't it know it hurts?

Looking at the wound, he frowned.

Master really doesn't love himself at all!

Obviously weak and unable to take care of himself, but in just over a month, old injuries piled up with new ones.

What can I do after this?

The more he thought about it, the more distressed he became, and the more he thought about it, the sadder he became.

Probably the spirit liquid with anti-inflammatory effect was poured on the wound, causing discomfort. No matter how much Master could bear it, his fingertips still trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed.

Looking at Jiang Ye, his eyes turned red again.

He murmured: "Just say it hurts, don't hold it back, I won't laugh at you, it's not shameful to shout pain."

Yun Jian: "..."

Actually didn't feel any pain.

The little apprentice became more and more proficient in treating the wound, and soon tied an exaggerated bow on his forearm.

"Any other wounds?"

Yun Jian shook his head.

"Then...then I'll go back first."

Seeing that Jiang Ye turned around and was about to leave the water pavilion, Yun Jian stared at the boy's back for a while.

"and many more."

The master gathered up the coat that was draped over his shoulders, and sat up straight: "If you want to ask anything, just say it."

With the personality of the little apprentice, he might hold back his thoughts in his heart, and then create some weird and wild speculations, and he might not be able to pull them back.

Jiang Ye tilted his head and thought for a while, before asking, "Is Luo Yan okay?"

"Uh..." Yun Jian frowned, that's all he asked?

Still calmly replied: "No matter what method, washing the memory will cause damage. At the least, the mind will be confused and become a fool, and at the worst, the soul will be injured, the spiritual root will be incomplete, unable to practice, and it will be permanently disabled."

Jiang Ye broke out in a cold sweat when he heard it, and trotted back, a pair of nervous and worried almond eyes met Tao Mou.

Yun Jian felt uncomfortable.

Perhaps because he didn't want to waste Ye's worried appearance on others, he said, "He's fine, I didn't dissect his soul, but temporarily covered his memory of the sea of ​​consciousness, so that Rong Xianke wouldn't be able to detect it."

Jiang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to Luo Yan's spirit, Yun Jian felt a little strange, how could a person who was so good have suffered a serious injury, that child was not born with a useless spiritual root, but was dug out alive, after going through such a thing, he can still live well, It's really strange that people can't see the difference.

But these, if you don't ask about them at night, he won't say anything.

If the little apprentice knew, he might not only break the casserole and ask the end, care, medicine, condolences... one-stop service to Luo Yan may not be sure.

Thinking about it made him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't figure out why.

After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that the apprentice belonged to him alone, and he would naturally be unhappy if others shared it.

Just like the teacup that I am used to, I don't like others to touch it, and I don't like to let others wear my clothes.

He looked down at the black clothes on his body. The young man's clothes were stained with some kind of cold spring fragrance, not some kind of fragrance from smoke. The smell was very weak, but very special.

Yun Jian, who always didn't like to touch other people's things, and didn't like others to touch his own things, actually found this breath very comfortable.

It seems to have the effect of tranquilizing incense.

The brows and eyes that let Ye Song go down frowned again: "If Luo Yan is okay, then Zhong Lize..."

"It's the same with him. Within twelve hours, Cyclamen can't detect anything abnormal, and after twelve hours, the memory will slowly go back."

"Ah?" Jiang Ye gritted his teeth bitterly, a pair of obviously young dog eyes suddenly sunken with a gnashing of teeth, and the eyeballs floated up: "It's really cheap for him!"

Yun Jian raised his eyebrows: "You hate him?"

"Yeah! Yes, yes, he had bad intentions from the beginning, and he felt like he had a deep hatred for me. Not only did he lure me to the forbidden area, he was almost washed away, and later he changed the assignment, which made me almost die in the Outside, if it wasn't for Master, I would have died! Ah, yes, there is also Fei Fei, who was tortured by him, of course I hate him!"

The little apprentice chattered and denounced Zhong Lize's various crimes, and Yun Jian listened silently to him venting.

This world is full of intrigues and deceit. If there are common interests, they will make false claims and make false greetings. When interests conflict, they will be at war and hinder each other.

In the middle are mixed with fly camps and dog dogs, which can't be seen.

In the past thousand years, Yun Jian obviously has never encountered such a thing, but he always feels that he has long been used to it and looks down on it.

He actually felt accustomed to the little apprentice gnashing his teeth.

But still catered to Jiang Ye's mood, responded to him, and nodded: "Well, it's too much."

"It's not only too much! It's just vicious! I thought he was a good man at first, but I was deceived by the gentleman he put on his face. I didn't expect him to be a gentle scum!"

"Which "in the beginning"?"

It was rare for Yun Jian to ask a question back, but Jiang Ye got a response, and the more he talked, the more he talked.

"It was he who spread the lie, saying that Master was waiting for me at the water pavilion, and that I lost my way in Shenyin Peak that night. It was the night when I met Master's spiritual pet. I thought I was dizzy and didn't know my way. But the next day, it seemed that it was not difficult to go out..."

"Thinking about it now, it's not right!"

But Jiang Ye still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

He fainted and fell into the water by the tree white plum pool. If the master didn't save him, he might have drowned.

But it's impossible for Zhong Lize to calculate that he will definitely go to Baimei Lake, right?

I can't understand no matter how I think about it.

"Master, you said he...huh?"

Jiang Ye raised his head, only to see the master's eyelashes drooping slightly, and the glazed beads embedded in the peach pupils seemed to be covered with a mysterious mist, making it impossible to see through.

The master's voice was slightly cold: "You mean the night when the moon was full, he brought you to the waterside pavilion?"

Jiang Ye nodded and wanted to talk again.

Master interrupted him with a half-smile: "It's okay, he won't trouble you anymore."

Mingming Master's words are very gentle, but Jiang Ye always felt something weird when he heard it, and he couldn't explain it. After thinking about it, he just thought that Master should warn Zhong Lize to stop being a monster.

But can a villain who is warned not to be a demon still be called a villain?

Generally speaking, tool man cannon fodder will only go offline after completing the task, right?

It's a pity that this color text does not specifically describe when and why the insignificant villain cannon fodder will go offline.

Jiang Ye couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it.

After all, the best way to guard against one is actually the next one...

He stared at Master's injured arm, and frowned: "Master, you see that every time you leave Shenyin Peak, you are in danger and injured, don't you feel that something has been manipulated somewhere?"

Does he know it too?

What does he know?

Yun Jiantao narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Jiang Ye in an obscure way.

Naturally, Jiang Ye cannot say that this world is illogical and meat-eating.

With a twisted and weird expression on his face, he said in a low voice, "Anyway, Master, it's better to stay in Shenyin Peak, it's safer not to leave."

There seemed to be something stuck in his heart, it was stuck there, Yun Jian pinched the fingers behind his back, the blood stains on the fingertips dried up, turned into debris and brought a rough feeling, rubbing his fingertips, he even smelled a little bit of blood Not anymore.

His voice suddenly turned cold: "You want me to be trapped here too?"

But looking down at the boy's clear apricot eyes, he still breathed a sigh of relief and suppressed it, not letting the cold air pouring out of his body.

Jiang Ye shook his head: "I'm not trapped here."

He frowned and thought about it again, asking Master not to go out forever, wouldn't that be the same as going to jail, which is also quite cruel.

Then I thought of what Wen Renyue said before, that Master hadn't gone down the mountain for a thousand years.

He originally thought that Master didn't like the secular world and preferred the quiet, but people are human after all, and in the world, they are not gods, who can not have worldly desires?

"If Master is willing, I can also go out with Master."

"Oh?"

Not only did he feel that he should be trapped, but he had to accompany him even when he went out, like a jailer guarding a prisoner.

After this encounter, Yun Jian suddenly realized that he seemed to have become a little sensitive.

He originally disdained the small thoughts of these immortals, but when he thought that what those people were planning seemed to have a lot to do with him, he couldn't help but have some guesses.

The little apprentice added: "I'm thinking about the safety of Master!"

After all, as soon as the slag Gong in the original text appeared, Jiang Ye's radar would light up. He could take precautions and predict, and try his best to make Master safer!

So he patted his chest confidently: "I can protect Master!"

protect him?

How naive...

Yun Jian sighed.

Haze's thoughts dispersed, but he was amused by Jiang Ye's appearance, can the little apprentice really protect him?Why?With his pitiful cultivation that is sometimes ineffective?

"come here."

The master waved to him, and he hung two dimples, smiled and walked towards the master.

Master's cool fingers caressed his back.

"How do you feel now?"

Jiang Ye shook his head: "I don't feel anything, it's just that it's a little hot and painful when I go in, but it's warm and comfortable when I get used to it."

Yun Jian: "..."

How did he say such lewd words so frankly with an innocent face?

If Yun Jian hadn't seen the picture in Jiang Ye's mind again and again, he wouldn't have thought about it.

But throwing the pure white brocade into the dye pool, kneading it into the variegated colors, it is not so simple to restore innocence, maybe you can replace it with a pool of pure white dye, but what is the use?Even if those colors are covered under the white dye, they have long been soaked into the intertwined texture, and it is difficult to get rid of them.

The little apprentice turned around suddenly, his pure almond eyes met peach eyes, a little dazed.

Forget it...

Some people don't even feel that there is anything wrong with what they say, but it would be puzzling if they restrained them, and they couldn't explain it to the head of the little apprentice.

Master's palm wandered on the boy's back.

An instinctive thought came naturally: his butterfly bones are in perfect shape.

But he was slightly startled by his strange, irrelevant thoughts.

"Undressed."

"Huh?!" Jiang Ye instinctively fell two steps away tremblingly, dodged the master's hand on his back, and stared back at him suddenly. These four words seemed to be the key to unlock the spell of fear and embarrassment.

The messy colors wandered back and forth on his face for several times, and finally couldn't help it, and squeezed the skirt of his clothes with a bitter face.

"Master, no... no way!"

Very good, with Yun Jian's understanding of the little apprentice, he is no longer as dazed as before, unable to understand the child's mind for a long time.

It's a good guess...

What is his reaction?

It seemed that he was in a hurry.

It took a lot of struggle to suppress his desire to hit the child. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Let me see your back... where the sword went in."

"what?"

Jiang Ye withdrew his vigilant and embarrassing eyes, and suddenly became embarrassed, his little yellow face turned red again.

So embarrassing... so embarrassing!

Why can I always think so much! !

He wished he could find a hole in the ground to get in, but Master's fingers had already hooked his collar, pulling him over like pinching the back of a cat's neck.

Without any discussion, he took off his clothes, exposing his back, so as to prevent him from overthinking and twitching.

There was a pair of beautiful bones lying on the boy's white back, his chest trembled slightly because his skin was exposed to the air unexpectedly, and it looked like the pair of butterfly bones were about to flap their wings.

And a thin bright red line lay prostrate in the valley, along the spine and submerged straight into the waist.

—that's where the Excalibur burrowed into his back.

The heat that Jiang Ye felt emanated from here, and he didn't feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, it was warm, and even the chill leached in the Suhui Cold Pool was dispelled.

Yun Jian was sure that this sword spirit would not harm Jiang Ye, and even had the intention of recognizing Jiang Ye as the master.

His mood is more complicated.

If the remaining memory at the bottom of the pool is that the man was himself, then this sword is the culprit who injured him, and this sword also showed its intimacy with Jiang Ye.

Unpleasant thoughts gradually sprouted from my mind.

It was like a thorn stuck in the throat, unable to be pulled out and swallowed, it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Master, is this thing harmful? Can... can it be taken out?"

"Uh..." Following Yun Jian's silence, the young man's worried thoughts undisguisedly appeared in his eyes, and he was very nervous.

Yun Jian: "It's okay, it won't hurt you."

As he said that, he poured a nirvana fire into Ye's back, carefully avoiding the young man's skin, and attached to that gorgeous thin thread.

Jiang Ye didn't feel any discomfort. Seeing the white fireworks in Master's palm, he thought he had burned the sword that had been pierced into his back, so he happily put on his clothes.

After a lot of tossing, the sky was getting darker, and the warm sun hadn't completely sunk into the mountains, and the full moon couldn't wait to put on the branches.

Pushing the window open at night, looking at the full moon, I think of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I don't know if people in this world will celebrate the festival with their relatives, but he only has a relative here, Master.

A teacher for one day and a father for life, he treats his master like a father.

The master treats him very well, and he can be regarded as half of his relatives.

The young man looked back at Master with a smile on his face: "The moonlight is beautiful, Master, do you want to watch the moon together?"

Appreciate the moon?

The colder Yun Jian's expression became, the spiritual flow in his body began to become restless.

Jiang Ye actually thought that such a night is very good, such a moonlight is very beautiful?

such beauty...

Oh, he has no luck.

Under the thin light of the early moon, his pale face became more and more gloomy, and he squinted at the night.

"I'm tired, you go back first."

"Then... that's fine."

Jiang Ye also has good eyesight, Master looks really tired.

Appreciating the moon... maybe next time.

He was about to go to the side room of the waterside pavilion where he had lived for half a month, when he was stopped by Yun Jian.

"Go back to Disciple Garden, don't come here for two days."

"Why?"

He was instinctively flustered, but felt that he asked too much.

Master allowed him to live in Shenyin Peak to strengthen his cultivation and let him take part in the disciple trial. Now the trial qualification has not only been cancelled, but also caused a lot of trouble. In fact, he feels guilty in his heart and feels that he has failed. Master.

Master must be very disappointed with him now, right?

It's a little sad to think about it.

There is no reason to rely on Shenyin Peak anymore.

He didn't expect that half a month ago, he would avoid the waterside pavilion like a snake and scorpion, but now he has an unforgettable nostalgia for him.

Drooping his head, he said in a muffled voice, "Okay, I, I'll clean up and move out."

"Don't clean it up, let's put it first." Yun Jian said again: "Fei Fei is recuperating at Bu Ling Chen, if you feel bored, you can visit him for a few days to play."

Although Jiang Ye likes furries, he is not a child.

Master's appearance is very similar to a parent who prevaricates a child with a plush toy.

Jiang Ye felt weird and inexplicably flustered, his breath was stuck in his chest, he couldn't get up or down, he was holding back his discomfort.

He couldn't find the reason, so he nodded obediently and left.

As soon as he walked out of Shenyin Peak, the enchantment behind him suddenly became extremely bright, as if he had been imprisoned by another layer.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, his fingertips were caught off guard and burned red.

His eyes were red again, Master looked like he hated him, and he was not even allowed to enter Shenyin Peak.

There are... billions of grievances.

……

The cold moon is melting, the sky is round, and the lake is round. It is always difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The desolate pond water reflects the thousand-year-old white plum tree. Occasionally, the white petals fall in the pond, and there is no lightness, and it is dragged by the weak water and sinks to the bottom of the pond in an instant.

Among the luxuriant white plum blossoms, there was a place trembling lightly.

The ticking red water stains stained the white petals, and then seeped into the pool water to be completely absorbed.

The beautiful blood-stained tail poked out from among the flowers, and a stream of cold white light filled her body, and then disappeared.

The silver-haired young man staggered and stood on the island where the tree roots were twisted.

Wearing baggy white clothes, gasping for breath, leaning against a tree trunk.

Dense cold sweat oozes out, covering the pale cheeks, the glazed beads in the peach sockets seem to have lost their vitality, condensing on the water surface numbly and hollowly.

While the silver hair is scattered, the double-petalled red plum on the side of the neck burns faintly.

The nails embedded in the collarbone seemed to be manipulated by some kind of force, piercing hard inch by inch, the blood flowed continuously, and the wound was wrapped in flesh and turned out ferociously.

With the uncontrollable trembling, the slender chains collided with each other, and it was only then that he could clearly see that those chains bound his wrists and ankles, and the other end was firmly embedded in the plum tree, unable to break free.

"Why did you call me here at this time." The visitor sighed.

Yun Jian closed his eyes, then opened them again, trying to make his sights clearer on the person coming.

He suppressed the trembling caused by the pain, trying to let his voice express himself smoothly.

"It's been... 1000 years."

"I...I seem to remember something."

Although the whole body was in pain, every inch of the bones seemed to be being dismantled and reassembled.

This kind of torture is extremely slow to wear down his vitality, but it can't kill him in a moment, it can only be tossed endlessly.

But this inhuman torture made him feel more about some memories that had been elusive.

The broken memory mirror in the sea of ​​consciousness is also slowly moving, ready to reorganize.

It's all like...

Indulging in dreams will numb, only pain can wake up.