Shen Yi struggled on the ground for a while before standing up.

He covered his heart, only to feel a faint pain in his internal organs.

This is not the first time he has been beaten to vomit blood, but perhaps because he went to wash the sword pool during the day today, this time it was especially unbearable.

Shen Yi leaned against the wall and moved back to his room step by step, lying back on the bed.

Removing the disguise of the day, a gloomy look appeared on his face.

No one welcomed him in this place, and Shen Yi knew this.

But he couldn't leave here, and if he did, he would have nowhere to go.

Shen Yi looked at his hand.

After soaking in the sword washing pool for a day, the wounds on his hands had been soaked white.

Shen Yi gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed all his thoughts.

I can't think about it anymore, I have to climb the steps to pick tea tomorrow, and I must have a good rest at night.

With such a thought, Shen Yiqiang closed his eyes, but he didn't know if it was because he was too seriously injured or because he was too tired today, his body was very tired, but he was unusually energetic.

Shen Yi tried hard to fall asleep, and after a while, he keenly heard the door of the room being opened.

Shen Yi wanted to raise his eyelids to see who it was, but in the end, he endured it after thinking about it.

This is in Izumo Peak, not far from his master's residence, and no one in the world will have the courage to come here to spread wild.

Maybe it's his two brothers, who play pranks while he's asleep.

Shen Yi could only comfort himself like this.

After a few moments, he smelled a good smell.

At first there was a little bit of aroma, and then this little bit of aroma made it slightly bitter, but the bitterness was very mild.

It is the taste of Izumo tea.

There are very few people in the entire Izumo sect who can drink Izumo tea, and this kind of tea that only grows at the peak of Izumo Peak has always been qualified to be enjoyed by the elders of the sect.

Could it be ......

Shen Yi's heart suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

What is his master going to do to him? Will you slap him to death while he's asleep?

When Shen Yi speculated, he felt a slender finger against his forehead, the person's fingertips were as cold as a human, but the aura coming from her fingertips was warm.

Those auras swam down his veins, smoothing his dark wounds little by little.

After her fingers were removed, Shen Yi's meridians that had been disrupted by her wave of her hand today had all returned to their places, and her chest that was not smooth had also become smooth.

Shen Yi lay quietly, and only after the door rang and his master was gone did he suddenly open his eyes with a hint of dark thought in his eyes.

Why is the master, who has always been unapologetic to him...... He actually came to his room today and used his spiritual power to sort out his meridians?

Shen Yi frowned.

After all, he was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and even though he had gone through so many chilling things here, he still couldn't help but think about it a little more in his heart.

In the past, he used to vomit blood and come back from a coma, so he never knew what happened later.

Shen Yi touched his forehead, only to feel that the cold touch on his forehead seemed to be still there.

Don't...... Every time he vomited blood after being beaten, would his master quietly come to heal him?

But didn't his master hate him the most? often punished him to wash the sword pool, and asked him to climb the heavenly steps every day to pick out cloud tea, pile by pile, when he recalled this master, Shen Yi only had hatred in his heart, and there was no nostalgia.

Why did she come over today?

Shen Yi fell into a daze.