The little apprentice is well-behaved and pure [Transmigration Book]

Mo Yinzhui felt that he had slept for a long time.

He fell asleep unsteadily, drowsy, and repeatedly. The only thing he remembered clearly was that in a daze, a pair of cool hands were pressed against his forehead, and the faint cold fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.

When I woke up, the sun was shining outside the window, and the wind was blowing through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound.

Mo Yinzui tried to raise his hand, but the originally broken hand was intact, without any pain, the only discomfort was that it was a little weak.

Suddenly, he smelled a cold fragrance at the tip of his nose.

The smell seemed to be coming from the quilt, he could smell the cold residual fragrance on the quilt when he got close to it, it was the same as the smell when the master hugged him that day.

The bedding was clean and warm, and there was a large bamboo forest outside the house. This was Master's room, and he was lying on Master's bed.

Mo Yinzhui realized this and immediately wanted to get up in a hurry.

Lu Hao's voice came from next to his ear: "Junior brother, don't move. The master said that your bones have just been connected, and you have just recovered from a serious injury, so you can't move around."

Smelling the scent on the quilt, the boy's heart beat twice faster, and a blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

After hesitating for a moment, he lay back on the bed and covered himself with the quilt.

"Where is Master?"

"Master and the third senior brother are in the back mountain, what kind of teleportation array are they doing?" Lu Hao scratched his head, not quite clear.

Looking at his junior brother lying on the bed, Lu Hao couldn't help but blame himself and feel sad.

"Junior brother, I should have walked with you that morning, it's all my fault that I didn't wait for you."

Seeing Lu Hao's face full of self-blame, Mo Yinzui was silent for a moment, and said: "It has nothing to do with you, you don't need to blame yourself."

That day, Liu Fu threatened him with the name of Xu.

Mo Yinzhui could have avoided it, but in his mind, he remembered his mother Xu's undisfigured appearance.

Xu Shi was also a gentle and beautiful woman.

Mo Yinzhui remembered that when he was a child, his mother would gently stroke his head, hum a nice little song to lull him to sleep, make delicious pastries for him, and carefully wipe off the scum from the corners of his mouth.

However, all of this was buried in a fire.

The day Mo Yinzhui's father failed the provincial examination again, he was drunk outside, and when he came back to sleep, he knocked over the oil lamp and lit the thatched hut, causing a fire.

Mrs. Xu rushed out with Mo Yin in her arms, but his father was still in the house. If Mrs. Xu hadn't rushed into the fire again at that time, his father would have died in the flames.

The fire destroyed half of Xu's face and choked her throat.However, within a few days, his father packed up the little money he had and left quietly.

Xu didn't believe that the man would leave him behind. She waited hard for him for three years before finally realizing that the man had really left and would never come back again.

Before Mo Yinzhui agreed to leave the Liu family, he spent all his savings to invite a famous doctor in the city to treat Xu.

It will take a year or two at most for the doctor to diagnose Xu's persistent illness.

When Mo Yinzhui left, Yuanwai Liu had promised him that he would take good care of his mother.

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Mo Yinzui was lying on the bed, and saw a novelty gadget in Lu Hao's hand. When he woke up, Lu Hao squatted aside and fiddled with it, and the gadget made a crisp crashing sound.

After a long time, Mo Yinzhui finally couldn't help asking: "What... are you messing with?"

Lu Hao couldn't remember the name of the gadget in his hand, so he said with a silly smile, "It's a magic weapon given to me by Master. It can make a jingle sound. I'm too stupid to learn how to use it. Junior brother, do you want to play?"

"No, it's a bit noisy."

Mo Yinchasing's black eyes paused for a moment on the silver magic weapon, then moved away, and stopped talking.

Lin Jichen was in the back mountain at the moment, and his three apprentices were bending over to burn runes on the teleportation stone, repairing the teleportation array that had been abandoned for many years.

Although Tianyan Sect is not the top immortal sect in the cultivation world, it is still a large sect with good infrastructure. In order to facilitate the travel of disciples who have not established a foundation, every main peak has a teleportation array connection point.But this transmission array is useless to the monks who can fly with the sword after the foundation is established.

Therefore, Xiao Cangfeng's teleportation circle has been abandoned for a long time, and the runes originally engraved on the runestones have been eroded by the sun and rain, making them somewhat blurred.

Zhao Li'ang straightened up and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. He was wearing a simple and elegant pine green robe, with a slender and thin body, handsome and elegant, and a piece of white jade, a symbol of the status of an elder of the Tianyan Sect, hung on his waist.

The master was sitting on the side, holding a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, calculating something, with a rare serious expression.

In Zhao Li'ang's impression, his master has been in seclusion all year round. When he was a young disciple, he rarely saw his master.In my impression, Master is always kind and likes to touch their heads, which makes people feel close.

Hundreds of years have passed, and he has grown from an ignorant child to a young man, but his master has not changed at all.

In the evening, the teleportation array was repaired.

Lin Jichen input the spiritual power into it, and the runes on the teleportation stone began to rotate, he withdrew the spiritual power and stopped continuing.

"Thank you, third child." Lin Jichen patted Zhao Li'ang on the shoulder.

"It's not hard." It's too late for Zhao Li'ang to be happy to do something for Master.

Lin Jichen went down the mountain, and when he returned to Zhuju, it was already dark.

Lu Hao's childish nature, after a few days of getting along with him, he ran over happily when he saw him, and threw himself into his arms, "Master, you are back!"

"Yeah." Lin Jichen smiled and patted Lu Hao's little head.

"Cough—" A slight cough sounded, the voice was weak, like a kitten.

Lin Jichen looked up on the bed and found that Mo Yinzhui had woken up.

Mo Yinzhui covered his lips and coughed lightly. There was no unnecessary expression on his pale and delicate face. He just looked at Lu Hao who was in Lin Jichen's arms, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Master, I caught my brother when he woke up and didn't let him move!" Lu Hao's big black eyes sparkled, as if he was asking for credit.

"Well, well done, I will reward you with roast goose."

Lin Jichen handed some of the food he brought back from the mountain to Lu Hao, Lu Hao took it happily, raised his head and asked, "Master, do you want to eat together?"

"No, go get your junior brother's medicine first."

Lin Jichen came to the bed and sat down, looking at this pale apprentice who had just recovered from a serious illness with distress.

Now it's all right, I just raised two taels of meat, and all of them went down, even thinner than when I first entered the sect, the whole person is so thin that the bones are covered with a thin layer of skin.

In fact, in the final analysis, the foundation is still too weak. In this world where strength is the most important thing, being weak is the original sin.

In the book, his little apprentice is precisely because he is not strong enough to protect himself, so he is taken advantage of by the demon cultivator, and finally degenerated into a furnace.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Mo Yinzhui shook his head, and replied obediently: "It doesn't hurt."

"Do you remember who hurt you that day?"

Mo Yin chased for a moment, lowered his eyes and said: "The sky is too dark, this disciple didn't see the man's face clearly."

"He didn't tell the truth." Xiao Jinshu whispered.

Lin Jichen knew that the young disciple was not telling the truth. Tianyan's religious rules were strict, and internal fighting among disciples was strictly prohibited.

Mo Yinzhui is now his apprentice, and beating his apprentice is slapping him in the face, with such courage, he can't think of another person except Feng Yuan's big brother.

Lu Hao carefully brought over the medicine that had been decocted all afternoon. In the celadon bowl, there was a thick bowl of brown-black medicine juice.

A few days ago when Mo Yinzhui was unconscious, Lin Jichen pinched Mo Yinzhui's mouth and forced the medicine into it.

But now Mo Yinzui woke up, and hard feeding is obviously not suitable. After thinking about it, it would be better to feed him with a spoon.

Xiao Jinshu held his nose: "Boss, this medicine smells worse than poison. If you swallow it, you will die of pain. Are you going to feed Xiao Shou like this?"

"Pretentious, it is natural to drink medicine to heal when you are injured."

Xiao Jinshu was at a loss for words: "You...you are really... down to the bone."

Mo Yinzhui tried to get up and sit up, but Lin Jichen stopped him, "Lie down, I will feed you for the teacher."

Mo Yinzhui looked at the master with wide eyes, probably because he didn't expect the master to feed him the medicine himself.

He remembered that when he was very young, when he was sick, his mother would feed him medicine bit by bit.After Goudan, who plays with him, gets sick, sister Goudan will also gently feed Goudan medicine.

The young man looked at the master with dark and moist eyes, and swallowed the medicine given by the master one by one.

Lin Jichen found that the child drank without changing his face, which made him doubt whether his medicine was not bitter at all?

Lin Jichen asked the little apprentice, "Is it bitter?"

The little apprentice shook his head, looking at him with black eyes: "It's not bitter."

Soon, a bowl of thick medicinal juice was fed into Mo Yinzhui's stomach without any drop left.

Lu Hao stood aside and couldn't help sticking out his tongue. He secretly tasted the medicine once before, and his tongue was numb with just a small sip. The junior brother is so amazing that he can drink such a nasty medicine , and said it was not bitter.

Lin Jichen put the bowl aside, took out a packet of rose candy wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, opened the oil paper, took a rose-red candy and put it into the little apprentice's mouth: "Eat a candy, go to get rid of the smell of medicine in your mouth. "

The moment the sugar entered the mouth, Mo Yinzhui was stunned for a moment, the sugar boiled together with rose petals and malt melted, and the sweetness of the petals dispelled the bitterness of the medicine at the root of the tongue.

Xiao Jinshu: "Tsk, I misread you, and you know how to prepare candy."

Of course Lin Jichen knew that the medicine was bitter, he made it himself, and he wanted to pinch his nose when he smelled it.

However, his little apprentice is really obedient, it is not wasted at all to feed and drink such a bitter medicine.

Such a well-behaved apprentice can't be found even with a lantern. In his last life, he only focused on retreating and practicing, but ignored the apprentice, wasting such a good talent for nothing.

Lin Jichen wrapped the remaining rose sugar and gave it to Mo Yinzhui, "Next time after drinking the medicine, if you feel bitter, take one."

After the master left, Lu Hao sucked his fingers and looked over eagerly, "Junior brother, this candy smells so good, is it delicious?"

Mo Yinzhui put the sugar away expressionlessly, "It's not tasty."

"It must be delicious, so much sugar, junior brother, can you give me a taste?"

Mo Yinchai closed his eyes and ignored Lu Hao, the sweet taste in his mouth was still there.

Since childhood, he has eaten a lot of bitter things, but very few sweet ones.

Lu Hao curled his lips, "Junior brother is really stingy."