Red Sakura and Senior Brother felt a little uneasy, and when they were about to return to see Wushuang's injury, they saw such a scene......

One of the most beautiful residences in the Ethereal Peak, wrapped in a thousand days of drunkenness like a large flame, their master, who has never been stained by the world and does not eat the fireworks of the world, hugged the newly accepted little disciple, that is, Wushuang. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

That scene, what a beautiful word!

The two of them were completely stunned on the spot, the impact on their eyes could not be compared with the shock in their hearts, was this still their master who didn't even say a word too much and retreated all day?

Look at the delicate and lovely in his arms, the pale face, and the body is soft and trapped in the arms of the Venerable, is it unparalleled?

That arrogant and wanton, evil and wild Wushuang?

Of course, such a scene that is easy to be thought of crookedly is a decisive plan in the hearts of the two of them, and there is no way to have any fragrant thoughts, they are masters and apprentices!

In the end, it was Sakura who reacted first, she really felt that if she continued like this, Master's ice-like eyes would kill the two of them!

"Master, what's wrong with Wushuang?"

She asked a little redundant, and at this time she also remembered the strange appearance of Wushuang when she came back, although it was well concealed, but it was not without a trace.

It's just that they were all carried away by joy at the time and didn't find out.

Thinking of this, she complained a little to herself, why was she so unhearted!

"Her old injury has recurred, I'll take her to heal first, and you can handle the next game yourself!"

He Jing hurriedly threw down a sentence and left with Wushuang in his arms, returning to his residence, which was next door.

"Yes, the disciple is ordered."

"Master, this is ......"

Hong Sakura looked at the back of the master walking away suspiciously, and looked at the senior brother beside her in confusion.

"Don't ask so much, just deal with the tasks left to us, these things are not something we should be curious about!"

The senior brother patted Sakura's head, and the soft touch in his hand made him satisfied, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Humph! Aren't you curious, you say? Not curious at all! ”

Sakura angrily slapped away his troubled paws and squinted into his eyes, eager to see something restless in them.

"Curious about what, why don't you arrange the follow-up of the game quickly, in case you delay the master's big event, you can take responsibility?"

The elder brother ended the topic wittily, he knew in his heart that there were some things that they could not get involved in, and for the sake of himself and for the sake of Red Sakura, he had to stop her senseless curiosity.

Sure enough, when it came to the "big event" of respecting the Venerable, Sakura immediately came to her senses and ran to arrange a matter like a chicken, although she didn't even know what the Venerable Purpose's purpose was now!

Wushuang was suffering from great pain at the moment, and under him was the stone bed of Hejing, and the cold and hard feeling effectively relieved part of the pain, but it was only a drop in the bucket.

"Hmm... Well, ah! Uhhh

She finally couldn't help moaning and was born, her face turned red because of the severe pain, her brows were furrowed, and there was even sticky bright red blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, staining the brocade under her body red.

He Jing saw her like this, the blue tendons on her forehead jumped, and she almost couldn't suppress the anger in her heart, how much she didn't care about herself?

Obviously, at the beginning of the competition, he told her to do her best and do what she could, but what did she do? Yes? In order to fight for a breath and fight to the death with Fang Weiming, is it interesting?

What about the purpose? What is the purpose?

He Jing looked at him for a long time, and finally took a long breath, this child's heart is too strong, too hard, and he doesn't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse in the future, just like himself back then......

In fact, now she doesn't have her "thorn" energy! It's just that he covered it up well, and it was so well covered up that he couldn't remember what he was like for too long......

"Wushuang, I still lost to you after all......"

He let out a long sigh, looked at the little man who was tormented by pain on the stone bed, and carefully took out a white porcelain vial from the Qiankun ring.

The white porcelain vial, which was jade white and translucent, and also exuded a bright moonlight, looked more and more small and cute in his strong palm, and a few dark pills could be faintly seen through the bright light on the belly of the bottle.

He Jing opened the cap of the bottle, and suddenly, the room was filled with a fresh but heavy medicinal aroma, just that trace of taste, it was refreshing, let alone swallowing it whole!

The Venerable used his spiritual power to send the dark purple pill with the Dan pattern to Wushuang's mouth, and even sent his own spiritual power into her mouth, and then, his hands pinched out a series of complex spells, all of which were injected into Wushuang's body.

The room was full of brilliance, and the words of Dou Da shone with dazzling golden light, arranged, rotated, and combined in mid-air......

If someone takes a closer look, they will be able to find that these characters are similar to the dragon script in "Qinglong Xiu", both of which are of the same origin, but no one knows about it anymore.

Dozens of golden runes lined up neatly in mid-air, all of them submerged into Wushuang's body, engraved on her skin like imprints.

The girl was lying on the bed, her face was still unstable and painful, and the golden runes on her body were like a brand new armor, wrapping her layer by layer, the golden light was shining, and even with her gradually twisted, because of the pain of the injury, because of the decomposition of the medicinal power......

The fresh fragrance of the elixir emanates from every pore on her body, refreshing the heart, with the heaviness and mellow fragrance of age, exuding the most mellow taste over the years.

The warm medicinal power slid from Wushuang's mouth into the stomach pouch under the wrapping of Venerable He's spiritual power, and was broken down by that spiritual power, and little by little it penetrated into her body.

This purple elixir is not an extraordinary product, it is the healing elixir left by his master, the Huixin Pill, which is the kind of elixir that Venerable Renyu asked the Lord of Cui Ran Feng to refine back then, but the quality is even better than that furnace.

This elixir can save the monk's life at a critical moment, but correspondingly, the medicinal power is fierce, and the spiritual power needed to dissolve the medicinal power alone cannot be provided by people who are comatose and seriously injured, let alone absorb the medicinal power and repair the pain when the body is repaired.

Wushuang is very bad, although she is confused now, it doesn't mean that she has no thinking, she vaguely knows that she was taken away by her beautiful master, and she also feels that she swallowed something Dingxi in a daze, but ......

Why does this stuff hurt so much after eating?

Wushuang thought, maybe the pain will hurt and get used to it, lava, heavenly fire, thunder tribulation, red crystal, wood heart vine, chaos poison, ice toad......

Every time her body was tempered or injured, it brought her unbearable pain, every bone seemed to be broken and reconnected, and every muscle seemed to be crushed and regrown......

But she still couldn't bear the pain, especially ...... This time it was in front of his newly baked master.

An unnatural flush erupted from her skin, her body was bloodshot, her hands and feet were half swelled, she gritted her teeth, she didn't want to shout even a syllable.

Pingbai just didn't want to show weakness in front of him......

This time, his self-indulgent behavior will be disgusted and made fun of by him, definitely!

Don't look at his usual cold appearance, but his heart doesn't have to be so dark!

He Jing looked at Wushuang on the bed with a look of forbearance of pain, and felt helpless in his heart, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't get angry when he looked at her pitiful appearance.

The spiritual power in her hand rolled, carefully guiding the spiritual power to help her dissolve the medicinal power, the process was difficult and painful - for the two of them.

"Ahhhhh

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer, and the miserable cry resounded through the heavens and the earth, if there was no prohibition arranged by He Jing in advance, it was estimated that the entire Ethereal Peak disciples would have been attracted by this voice.

The sun rises as usual every day, accompanied by Hongmeng purple gas from the east mountain, and sinks into the west mountain with the red sunset.

The Ethereal Peak was still as desolate as ever, everything seemed to be the same as the first day of Wushuang's coming, the grass was green, the plants were growing wildly, and the birds and insects were singing and jumping happily in it.

But it seems that something has changed unconsciously, such as the cottage made of bamboo and wood, such as the blooming thousand days drunk in the yard, and then ...... A woman on the hill.

The Six Peaks Competition has ended, and the competition in the heart-warming realm will be so unsuccessful for Wushuang after the top fifty, and the immortal treasure land she has been thinking about has also been pocketed by Qi Zimu.

She didn't continue to participate in the later challenge tournament either, because of one of her injuries, she fell into a coma for two months under the influence of the Venerable One!

In this regard, Wushuang did not dare to have any objections, even if it was more than two months after she woke up, she still obediently recuperated in the Ethereal Peak, living a life of "pure heart and few desires"!

The first day she opened her eyes two months ago, she noticed that there were some changes in her body, the bloodline prohibition that Senior Brother Qingran had given her at the beginning had disappeared, and there was an even more powerful prohibition that bound her spiritual power.

The violent spiritual power became gentle and soothing under the influence of the Beam Spirit Forbidden, and the dark injuries in her body that had been scorched by the Heavenly Fire were all repaired, and the whole body was perfect and comfortable that it had never been before.

"Your strength is growing too fast, there are too many mixtures, you need to precipitate well, slowly consolidate, and you have been cultivating in the Ethereal Peak for a long time recently!"

He said to the Venerable One who looked at her in amazement.

She swore that the pale cyan color she saw in her master's eyes at that time was definitely not an illusion, but it was good to keep this little secret between master and apprentice in her heart.

Wushuang looked at the second character of "Qinglong Xiu", her eyes were stinged by a golden light, and the scorching flames enveloped her, burning her flesh and blood over and over again......

This hallucination caused her to fall into some very bad memories, her eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, and when she woke up again, the second fire refining of Qinglong Cultivation was also practiced by her in a daze.

Since then, Wushuang's body has been invulnerable!

Wushuang has recently resumed the habit of cultivating on the sycamore every day, dressed in red, sitting on the sycamore branches wantonly, his clothes flying in the wind, which can be regarded as a wonder of the ethereal peak.

The so-called "pure heart and few desires" is nothing more than the words "calm", "quiet", and "peace", not using swords, not using magic weapons, and under the guidance of He Jing, Wushuang completely abandoned the cultivation of fighting, killing and killing.

What's more, some strange cultivation methods were also tossed out by him......

Get up early in the morning to carry three loads of water, without the help of spiritual power or spells, from the bottom of the ethereal peak to the top of the mountain.

It's thanks to the fact that she is now invulnerable to fire and water, and invulnerable, otherwise the flat shoulder of the dark iron, oh hehe......

Collect dewdrops, before the sun rises, collect dewdrops from a certain kind of book, and fill the white jade Qiankun pot with respect.

Qiankun pot, Qiankun, Qiankun, although it is only the size of an ordinary wine pot, but what this thing can hold is by no means so simple!

You must know that on the first day, Musou just barely managed to collect a bottle base before the sun rose!

Then use the heavenly fire that can be mobilized in the body to boil the three loads of water that you have picked up, and clean the tea set......

For the first time, Wushuang boiled not a drop of water in the three loads of water with a black face of harmony, and even the bucket was still steaming.

On the first day, because the temperature could not be controlled exquisitely, the three loads of water were steamed and dried instantly.

On the third day, Wushuang knocked on Hejing's door with burnt hair and black-eyed clothes, and was successfully thrown out by him.

Day 4......

Day 5......

The collected dewdrops are used to make tea, the best cloud tea in Tianxuanzong, and the brewed tea is used to honor the master, but two months have passed, and He Jing still hasn't been able to drink the cup of Wushuang apprentice tea.

What's more, He Jing even threw her directly in the back mountain, Wushuang had never seen such a place on the Ethereal Peak, one side was completely steep and smooth, and the upper side was criss-crossed by ravines.

Looking carefully, all of them were sword marks that were split by the sword, and on the indestructible mountain wall, each sword mark was more than a foot deep, and according to his own master, these sword marks were all traces left by the disciples of the Ethereal Peak when they practiced swords!

These sword marks......

Wushuang didn't dare to look at it more, and the criss-crossing seemed to form a picture of awe-inspiring fighting spirit, as if just one glance would make your eyes burn.

"These are all traces left by the master and the ancestors of the past generations? Master, are you also cultivating here? ”

Wushuang's heart was deeply shocked by the sword marks, and his heart was full of reverence.

"Naturally, and you also have to cultivate here, don't you have a Qingsha sword! You don't need to inject spiritual power, just swing the sword with the power of your body, when your sword marks can be so wide and deep, you will be able to control the Qingsha sword! ”

He Jing's tone seemed to be talking about such a simple thing as eating and drinking, and he didn't seem to think it was a big deal at all.

Wushuang: "......"

"Any questions?"

The indifferent eyes glanced at her, and instantly made Wushuang like falling into an ice cave.

"There is no problem, there is absolutely no problem, Master, don't worry, I will definitely practice hard, and I will never leave this valley if I don't cultivate successfully!"

A promise of unrivaled promises.

"That's not necessary, I'll send someone to inform you if there's something, eat and live here and solve it yourself, you can stay here first!"

Along with his words, his ethereal back disappeared, leaving Wushuang alone to enjoy the cold wind at the bottom of the cliff.

He Jing, who left, finally failed to drink Wushuang's cup of Jingshi tea, "Don't forget your daily cultivation, don't slack off." ”

"Good ......"

Wushuang agreed silently in his heart, and suddenly saw a golden streamer flash on the mountain wall.

The familiar colors, familiar forms, and like the complicated runes in "Qinglong Xiu", and like the spell marks that the master put into her body that day.

"It's ...... Longwen? ”

Wushuang looked at the sword mark that was obviously left by He Jing, and the golden shadow loomed, revealing an ancient and mysterious light.

"Master, you can't be a dragon, right?" (To be continued.) )