When he came to Sword Peak, Feng Ning found that the enchantment of Sword Peak was actually closed, which was rare, because the existence of each peak enchantment was to let the peak master notice the external visitors at the first time.

Could it be that something is wrong? Feng Ning pulled out the Broken Mind Sword, held it in his hand, shielded his breath, and gently moved towards Chu Lan's room.

Feng Ning was about to push open Chu Lan's door when he heard Chu Tian's deep voice coming, "She is the ancestor's person." ”

"I know." There was a hint of irritation in Chu Lan's voice, "You're not leaving?" ”

Feng Ning thought that Chu Tian would not be able to speak, and only heard a voice coming from half-ringing.

"I'll go get some more medicine."

The door creaked open.

Feng Ning didn't have time to dodge, so she stood at the door like this, looking at the people in the house, and the scene in the house also gave her an unobstructed view.

There was a faint smell of blood in the room, and Chu Lan sat on the bed, his black hair tied up high, so that his upper body was not covered at all.

Half of the white robe was taken off, hanging loosely on the waist, and the smooth back, where it was infected by demonic energy, black blood flowed out, sliding down in strings along the graceful lines, like an ink painting.

Feng Ning swallowed his saliva and forced himself to look away, "I'll call Master." ”

The cultivator's recovery power is very strong, his skin is smooth and soft, and he can be broken by looking at it, but with ordinary sharp weapons, it can't be broken at all, even if it causes a wound, it will heal quickly, and it won't be like Chu Lan, who has been dripping with black blood.

"No, you don't." Chu Lan stopped Feng Ning, "Don't bother the ancestor with this little injury, I have the elixir here, you can help me get up." ”

"This" Feng Ning looked back at the door, Chu Tian didn't know when, he had already left.

Feng Ning is not good at bandaging these at all, but fortunately, the elixir is very effective, sprinkled on the wound, the blood stops, and the step of bandaging is omitted.

"Alright." Feng Ning's hand was clapped on Chu Lan's shoulder.

"Hmph" Chu Lan snorted, sweat dripping from his forehead, his lips were pale, and he was about to be the same color as his face.

"Are you alright?" Feng Ning took his hand off him, the wound had healed, how could he feel worse than bleeding.

Because the doors and windows are closed, the room is a little dark, and under the fair skin, the green tendons are particularly obvious, and you can feel how the blood flows inside.

"I'm fine." Chu Lan bracked his body, his voice was hoarse, and his sweat was dripping down desperately, not looking like he was okay at all.

"I'll call Master."

"Don't go." Chu Lan's whole body tensed, and suddenly a murderous aura filled the air, and then weakened again, looking at Feng Ning weakly, "I'm really fine, I don't need to go to the ancestor." ”

Feng Ning looked at him for a while, and saw that his complexion was really getting better, so he didn't insist on going to Yu Changshu, "Who hurt you like this?" ”

"Demon Cultivator" Chu Lan stiffened slightly, "So, don't leave the Lingshan Sect casually recently." ”

"Demon cultivator?" Feng Ning frowned, "Demon cultivation is so rampant, doesn't Master care?" ”

"Definitely" Chu Lan's eyes were closed, and his low voice seemed to come from far away.

"You have a good rest, I'll come back to see you tomorrow." Feng Ning let go of Chu Lan's hand and gently draped him in a piece of clothing before turning around and leaving.

Chu Lansui closed his eyes, but the foreign official's feeling was even clearer, Feng Ning's light movements, he felt very clearly, but he didn't dare to open his eyes, let her see what was in his eyes, so he had to close his eyes and pretend not to know anything.

In the dark room, Chu Lan's mood was not affected at all, touching the white robe on his body, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Thinking of his father asking himself, are you not for her, you don't want all your cultivation Chu Lan pulled down his clothes, dragged them in his hands, and kept this posture, leaning on the bed.

What about the cultivation of the scattered body, he has always been self-aware, it is good to be able to stay by her side like this, he never thought that he could become the most important person in her heart

"Master, Master." Feng Ning jumped down from the tree and knocked over the teacup in Yu Changshu's hand, and the tea sprinkled Yu Changshu's hand.

"How old are you, why are you still like a child?" Yu Changshu looked at it, and was busy wiping his hands, his hair was a little messy because of the hurry, and he said dotingly.

"Isn't a few dozen years old just a child for a cultivator?" The wind condensed behind Yu Changshu, lying on Yu Changshu's back with a weak and boneless body, stretched out his hand to pull a strand of his hair, and put it between his fingers, "Master, the demon cultivator seems to be very active recently, don't you care?" ”

"How?" Yu Changshu turned sideways and scooped the wind condensation in front of him.

"Just like before, drive them to the West and don't let them come out casually"

Yu Changshu looked at Feng Ning and smiled without saying a word.

"Okay, I got it." Feng Ning lowered his head, his eyes fell on the mountain peak in the distance, under the shade of greenery, the figure of the monk on the peak was faintly visible, and life seemed to be unaffected at all.

Yu Changshu is not a savior, nor is he a protector, he is just a little higher than the average monk, and no one can force him to carry the common people on his shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Yu Changshu's slender fingers gently pinched Feng Ning's chin and lifted her head, "Don't you think Master, very cold-blooded and selfish?" ”

"Nope." Feng Ning shook his head slowly, "This kind of master is real, many people are under the banner of saving the world, how many of them have really done it?" ”

"Do you really think so?" Yu Changshu's cold fingers rubbed gently on Feng Ning's white face.

Feng Ning blushed in embarrassment, nodded slightly, and pulled Yu Changshu's hand into his hand.

"Do you know what was prophesied at Yanfeng last time?" Imperial Commander Shu Renfeng Ning played with his fingers and asked casually.

"With Master here, what can be predicted, it must be the same as the previous times, just go through the motions." Feng Ning didn't raise her head, and said what she thought in her heart without thinking, for Yu Changshu, she was already relieved to the point that she was more relieved than herself.

"This time, it's different from the previous ones." Yu Changshu secretly paid attention, Feng Ning's expression.

"How so?" Feng Ning was surprised, her curiosity was really aroused by Yu Changshu, "Master, tell me, what is the prophecy?" Is it not the cultivation realm that is going to start a second war again? ”

In the cultivation realm now, almost no one has really seen the demeanor of the imperial chief, because in the cultivation realm, there are almost nothing that can be done by him.

Others rarely see Yu Changshu, and their hearts are more balanced.

But Feng Ning is different, as the only disciple of Yu Changshu, and what (cough, you know.) ）

I haven't even seen Yu Changshu beat people, and when he says it, it is estimated that no one will believe it.