Inside the stacked bed tents, the sound of coughing came out, and there were some vibrations, touching the curtain beside the bed, the light yarn swayed, and the patterns of flowers and birds on it were much more vivid, as if there were water waves on it, and there was a shallow layer of water on it, flowing with a dreamy luster.

The light from the window lattice shone on the room, and sprinkled a little on the bed net, and on the flowers and birds, there was another layer of colorful color, and it was brilliant.

The clear bed curtain could not hide the figure of the man inside, he was lying down, as the coughing continued, he struggled to support himself, and with his movements, a hand grasping the edge of the bed was exposed, and the back of the hand was full of green tendons, and even the complexion was a little blue, thin as white bones.

"Young master, young master, are you feeling better?"

A maid who came in with a tray asked, hurriedly took two steps forward, put the tray in his hand on the small table aside, and waved his hand, as if there was an invisible force to pull open the bed tent, layer by layer of curtains rolled up, with this action, the birds embroidered on the curtain flew out, chirping, around the maid, as if complaining, but the voice was beautiful.

"How can it be good?"

casually said such a sentence, and the man on the bed finally showed a side face, and his face was all blue and white, and he didn't see the wanton publicity at the immortal ascension meeting more than ten days ago.

The maid had already gone to the bed, the curtain was hanging on the golden hook, and the birds had landed on the golden hook, no longer chirping, and pecked at her feathers sideways, and combed them carefully.

"But don't say that, the lord will be sad when he hears it, these days, the lord still cares about you. The maid said very involuntarily, her eyes quietly fell on the tray, just put it in a hurry, only two-thirds of the tray was on the table, and on the two-thirds, a bowl of soup and medicine was already cold.

The man waved his hand and coughed violently, and the maid hurriedly stepped forward to help him pat his back, trying to relieve the violent vibration that came with coughing, and it was also this patting, only to find that in just a few days, the man was already skinny, and his spine was almost protruding.

If it weren't for that layer of clothing, I am afraid that I would be able to see the spine bent into a bow, as if an invisible arrow had been fully drawn, ready to shoot at any moment.

"Young master, let's take a sip of decoction. ”

Seeing this, the maid thought of the decoction, and hurriedly brought it over, she held the bowl in one hand, and went to help the man with the other, the man waved his hand, unexpectedly fast, directly pushed the decoction down, sprinkled it on the ground, the maid's hand was steady, and caught the bowl when she was about to leave her hand, but that's all.

At this moment, there was not a single drop of the potion in the bowl, some of it was spilled on the ground, and most of it was spilled on her skirt.

When the maid saw this, she was not annoyed, she quickly put down the bowl, and took out a yellow charm from her purse, and in a flash of inspiration, the yellow charm disappeared at the same time, and also took away the stains on her skirt and on the ground.

It's as smooth as if it's never been dirty.

She just ran out, and her face was suddenly stunned, but for a moment, it fell into the man's eyes, and it was all clear.

"The daily yellow charm is not enough. ”

The maid looked ashamed: "It's me who uses it too hard." ”

She took all the fault on herself, but the man didn't mean to appreciate it, and said coldly: "I'm a waste of cultivation, not a waste of eyes, this kind of yellow fu, but the most inferior, how long has it been, knowing that I can't get better, just use this kind of yellow fu to fool me? This courtyard also has to be let out? Give it to his good son who has worked so hard to get back?"

The maid looked nervous, didn't know what to say, wanted to persuade, her lips pursed, and she seemed to have forgotten how to say the language.

"Young master, the master will never leave you alone. ”

Dryly persuaded, the maid herself felt that the language was empty.

"Yes, of course he won't ignore me, anyway, I was once his good son! Look at these decoctions, what use can they be, let me be a waste and still have a decoction to drink, he is also good enough. ”

The man said as he felt more and more resentful, and his voice was a little torn, "Look at this house, besides you, how many people are there?" Miaozhi, you can also go, don't delay with me, you also have the third order of the mortal realm now, go to other courtyards, you can also get the position of the big girl, you are still young, I can't say..."

The maid Miaozhi shook her head again and again when she heard this, her eyes were a little unbearable, and when she saw the man talking and lowering her voice, she hurriedly said: "I won't go, the young master has always been very good to me, I'm not the one who doesn't know how to be grateful, I won't leave, if the young master wants to do something, just tell me, and I will never delay the young master's affairs." ”

She didn't say where the maids who used to be crowded here went, nor did she say where the sisters who used to rejoice with the young master went, not to mention those brothers who were not very close to the young master.

The world is hot and cold, which is originally such a process.

From the door to the door, it is like falling from the cliff, you can't die, you can't die, you are also half-dead, and the only thing you get is the good luck that you can only have in the book.

Miaozhi was also hesitating to leave before, but in the end she was still kinder, and she couldn't bear to leave such a young master.

In fact, the young master didn't take much fancy to her before, she was just one of many maids, and she couldn't even get such a close service before, but now, no one fought with her.

This kind of change doesn't have much time, and even Miaozhi is still not adapting.

The cough was intermittent, and the man with his head down seemed to have something in his heart, but he didn't have time to speak.

There was only the sound of coughing in the room, intermittently, like the irritable cicada chirping in summer, which made people's hearts rise with a layer of depression.

Miaozhi brought water again, waited for the young master to drink, saw that his cough was slightly better, helped him lie down, waved his hand again, and the layers of curtains fell, and the shadows could still see a little situation inside, but how many layers apart they were, it was not so clear, and it looked relieved.

But the bird on the curtain refused to go back at once, and flew around the wonderful branch twice, as if it wanted to call twice, and the little black eyes looked at the people inside, but did not make another sound.

"Let's go back. ”

Miaozhi urged softly, "Take good care of the young master." ”

The bird flapped its wings, made a beautiful arc in the room, and rushed into the curtain, and with a flash of light, a bird stood beside the flower, as if it had never left.

Miaozhi went out with the tray, and when she turned around and closed the door, she raised her eyes again, and the room was calm, and it was also at this time that she felt that this room was too big, and it was too big to be cold.

The surroundings were quiet, and the man who was holding back the cough frowned, his body was still in pain, but his mood was not so sad, as if the depression and anger just now were someone else's.

[Are you too comfortable watching me last world?]

[It's not.] 】

The system answers quickly, but the faster it is, the more it makes people feel empty.

The man didn't pursue it anymore, he endured the itch in his throat, endured it until the end, a violent cough erupted, the whole person sat up from the bed, his eyes were dark, and he almost fell down again, and he had to hold on to the edge of the bed to support his body, even so, his hands were weak, but he almost fell headlong under the bed, and was stopped by something before he could hold on.

It was the flowery branches and vines embroidered on the curtain, like a natural fence, blocking his possible fall.

The bird, unwilling to be lonely, flew out again, chirped a little, and saw that nothing was wrong, and then fell back to the curtain again, and from the bed, a little shadow could be seen.

This is also thanks to the restrictions, otherwise, the shadow caused by this thing flying around at night is not to scare people who are afraid of ghosts.

Well, there are ghosts in this world.

This is a world of cultivators, they cultivate the Tao, but it is different from the Tao that men knew before, to be exact, it is considered a martial arts path that enters the Tao with martial arts, and it is not that after cultivating to the congenital, it is transferred to the routine of cultivating the qi and building the foundation of the immortal cultivators, but there is a series of specific realm divisions, from the mortal to the sacred, each realm is divided into nine levels, so that it climbs step by step, just like going up the stairs, until Qingyun.

Many people also regard martial arts cultivation as deng tian ti, and social status is also related to this.

This kind of cultivation has reached the final holy realm, I don't know if it is already an immortal, but after the king realm, according to memory, it is already very different from mortals.

Before the original owner, he was the first to enter the grandmaster realm, less than twenty years old, it was not easy to practice martial arts, the grandmaster realm can be described as a formal entry, it can be argued, not far in front of the king realm, it is a big hurdle, at this time, it can definitely be proud of most of his peers.

However, on the contrary, it is not good to spend a hundred days, there is such a person, at the age of fifteen, the cultivation of the martial arts realm, a sword that is almost broken, defeating Tianjiao, who has a treasure armor, a high-grade yellow rune, and a high-grade sword, this kind of record is simply an exaggeration.

More than ten days ago, the Immortal Ascension Conference was a sensation, so the famous young man was none other than Tianjiao's half-brother, which was really dramatic, even after many days, this little young master who had just recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors still got the attention of many people.

On the other hand, Tianjiao, who was regarded as a stepping stone by him, has also become another negative synonym, and now this forgotten situation is the result of many people not falling into the ground.

But how is this enough?

Originally, martial arts can be the icing on the cake of the noble son, originally, the noble son can not care so much, even if there is no martial arts, his identity will not change, the status of the son of the family, but also allow him to enjoy enough honor, how many years in the family, not everyone is suitable for practicing martial arts, and not everyone can make a breakthrough in martial arts, but...

How many turns are on this "but", sometimes it is not expensive, I feel indifferent, and even feel tired and annoyed, but when there is no more, it is still directly abolished by someone and the possibility of rebuilding, years of hard work, once dispersed, that kind of despair really makes people want to die, the hardest thing is not to die, and to watch the person who defeated him take his place, it is really more painful than death.

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