Song Jing looked at her silently for a while, and silently soaked himself in the water for a while, until the smell of blood on his body was no longer so strong, and then he silently got up and made a drying trick for himself.

Fu Wan was still lying in the hot spring with his eyes closed, and a glowing flower fell on his eyelashes.

"Master...... Why don't you go back and rest? He said.

Fu Wan said: "I'll go back later, it's very comfortable here, I want to breathe here." ”

She originally thought that he would leave soon, but the young man sat down on the edge of the stone next to the hot spring, and said silently, "That apprentice will stay here with the master." ”

Fu Wan felt that it didn't matter if he wasn't there, "Okay." ”

But since he was here, it was not good for her to ignore him completely, so Fu Wan said, "What have you been doing lately?" ”

"I just broke the formation of the bamboo forest." Song Jingdao.

She didn't know that he had died in that array, or did she think he should have come out of that array a long time ago?

Song Jing's eyes dimmed.

Fu Wan said: "In this way, no wonder you have a smell of blood." ”

Song Jing pursed his lips and said a little astringently: "Master doesn't like the smell of blood?" ”

Who likes the smell of blood except demons?

Fu Wan said: "No, you come here." ”

She suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

Song Jing panicked, and his body almost stiffened for a moment before he slowly walked towards her.

Fu Wan raised his hand and pulled his collar open, and sure enough, his body was covered with scars, old and new, with knife wounds, sword wounds, frostbite and bumps, layer upon layer. Song Jing hurriedly wanted to pull his neckline, but was pulled by Fu Wan, and his body staggered back suddenly.

Fu Wan subconsciously grabbed his waist, but took his whole person into his arms, and the skin of the two was close to each other through the thin cloth.

Song Jing hurriedly avoided his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Fu Wan asked, his fingers brushing over the wound on his chest, and the wound immediately began to heal.

Song Jing's body was trembling slightly, his long eyelashes covered his dark eyes, and he said in a low voice, "The disciple's body is full of scars. ”

"What's this?" Fu Wan said, she seemed to be gentle, and she seemed to say calmly: "These are just skins, they are all like that if they look good or not, what is there?" ”

"It turns out that Shizun thinks so." He couldn't tell what it was like to feel in his heart.

seems to hope that she will not dislike her, and hope that she will pity.

But she was too calm.

It didn't seem to stir up her emotions with anything, nothing could stir up the ripples in her heart.

"If you don't like it, I can get rid of it for you." Fu Wan said sincerely, after all, not everyone can face up to their scars and shortcomings.

Song Jing's dark eyes gradually floated with a certain emotion that was almost joyful, he looked at her, suddenly reached out and hugged her waist, and put his head in her neck socket, "Master, I don't like these ugly scars. ”

The two form a lingering pose in the water.

Fu Wan heard his somewhat injured tone, and couldn't help but soften his voice, "I'll help you get rid of it." However, these scars are not ugly, and the master thinks they are not ugly. You're good too. ”

She didn't see it, the corners of the little villain's mouth hooked up a weird and twisted smile, as if she was happy, but also seemed to be very sad.

Fu Wan rubbed his head, reached out to untie his shirt, his body was full of scars, Fu Wan raised his hand to remove the scars all over his upper body.

It wasn't until she had done that she realized that she had just touched his upper body with her hand against his skin.

Song Jing's ears were already too red.

Fu Wan recited a few words of pure heart in his heart, and calmly opened a few steps away, "Let's go, let's all go back and rest." ”

"Okay." His eyelashes twitched, and the hand she held couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Fu Wan didn't notice this detail, and took Song Jing to the Wuchu Palace.

"Alright, let's go back to sleep." Fu Bang said.

Song Jing stood quietly in front of her, the moon and stars were bright in the sky, and the flowers of the Chaoyu tree were beeping to show their stamens, and the faint fragrance was floating in the air.

"Master ......"

When Fu Wan heard his voice, he turned to look at him, but suddenly fell into his arms. Song Jing stretched out his hand to hug her waist and said sullenly: "Master, I will work hard to cultivate and never let Shizun get hurt for me again." ”

She first ran around for him for half a month in the extremely cold place, and then was frequently injured in the Jingshan Secret Realm, she was so good to him.

What does he have to do to be worthy of the master?

"What is this, cultivating immortals is against the sky, and only by constantly moving forward in countless setbacks can they soar to immortals." Fu Wan explained.

Sword cultivation, cultivation is to move forward bravely!

Although there are almost no people who can hurt Song Wu, but she has cultivated all the way, and it is actually a very common thing to be injured.

"Does Master Zun have to ascend to immortality?"

Fu Wan thought for a while, "It doesn't matter, just move as you like." ”

Song Jing's dark eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, "I want to stay by Shizun's side all the time." ”

"You are my disciple, so naturally you can stay by my side all the time." After all, the original owner couldn't survive to become an immortal and died to save the common people, so he must have been by Song Jing's side all along.

Song Jing opened his mouth, and there were some words that he hesitated to say.

Fu Wan said: "However, if the teacher is no longer there, you must also live well." ”

After saying that, she added, "You must live." ”

She is just a strong stroke in his life, but she is definitely not the whole story.

"How could the master say that?" Song Jingdao.

The master is gone? Just a scenario that he found unimaginable. But looking at Qingshuangjun, who was calm and peaceful, as if he was easy-going and tolerant of everything, he had a strong emotion in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it.

Fu Wan rubbed his head, bent his eyebrows and smiled, "I calculated a hexagram for myself, probably I won't be able to ascend to immortality." You are silent and withdrawn, after coming to Wuchu Mountain, you have not even interacted with your fellow brothers, and Shizun may be the only person who can get close to you. If the master is gone, when you feel lonely, try to make friends with them. ”

She could feel that the little villain was drawing warmth from her, absorbing some light and warm power.

If she wasn't there, he would definitely be very lost and lonely.

"No, I will never let Shizun ......" He hugged Fu Wan tightly, trembling all over.

"What is bound to happen, can only be accepted." Fu Wan said slowly.

"Nope." He lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Wan, his expression changed a few times, the emotions in his eyes surged, and finally he said dumbly: "I...... I...... I like Shizun, and I don't want Shizun to leave me. ”

Fu Wan: "......"

…… I'm sorry, she's still a little shocked.

Probably not knowing how to face Fu Wan, he closed his eyes, and they were red from the root of his ears to his cheeks and the corners of his eyes.

"When you say like, you mean the kind of liking for elders, right?" Fu Wan felt shocked, but not so shocked.

Song Jing didn't speak.

Fu Wan stretched out a hand and decided to pull him away from the hand that was holding him, and the other party said slowly: "Disciple...... The disciple is happy with the master, and the disciple will work hard to practice, want to be, and want to be the master's Taoist companion. ”

Fu Wan: "...... Wait, am I dreaming? ”