From Ran Teng's hand, he picked up Ye Shen, who had almost recovered, and the latter left his feet off the ground, and instinctively reacted to reach out to grab something to stabilize his body.

"Hold on."

The three words of understatement, for Ye Shen, were like a boulder weighing thousands of pounds pressed on his chest, dull. Being held by a person who looks like an ice cube, it's not that the person concerned doesn't know the complicated and close to bitter taste. It was as if a frozen man in an ice cave had suddenly been given a stove and he was eager to hold on to this rare stove and refuse to let go.

Ye Shen rolled his eyes and twisted his body uncomfortably.

When you hug horizontally, the line of sight of the person being hugged will be very narrow, so narrow that everywhere you look is the other party. The intimacy was full, and at the same time, the death-like awkward atmosphere made Ye Shen feel that it was a sin to put his hands wherever he put them.

Ye Shen, who wanted to withdraw his hand from her neck, was bumped, and the weightlessness made him mistakenly think that he was going to fall, and his buttocks were broken into four petals. Looking at Cong Ran again, her face was sickly pale, and her expression was in a trance, which should have been caused by a stagnation of spiritual power, which caused her to almost fall.

Ye Shen broke free from her embrace, bent down and grabbed her weakly hanging hand, and rolled up his sleeves without saying a word.

At the place of the forearm, there is a long opening, covered with black blood, and the scab on the edge is mixed with a little dark green, which is so disgusting that it hurts people's eyes.

"You're poisoned?!" Ye Shen looked at her with distressed eyes.

"Minor injury, nothing." Cong Ran glanced at the menacing snow not far away, and withdrew his hand, "If you don't leave, we will really be buried here."

After that, under Ye Shen's extremely scorching gaze, Cong Ran used his meager spiritual power to teleport him to the market at the foot of the mountain.

Although the Wangu Xue family is one of the five peaks of salvation, it is quite far away because it is a merger of other families.

Cong Ran's right arm injury should not be underestimated, Ye Shen studied medical skills, showed him an hour, and couldn't explain why, he became an ant on a hot pot, circling around Ran.

"What should I do, looking for Langzhong? The shops are closed! He had a slumped face, quite in the posture of being able to cry immediately.

"It's all right, why are you worrying about it? This poison can be absorbed by my body, but it has become a strengthened version of the scattered spirit poison. To put it simply, it is a teacher who often loses his spiritual power in the future. Cong Ran pushed away his close face in annoyance, "There is no medicine to treat, don't try it, who in the world can beat Wuwei Daoist with medical skills?" ”

In this way, tens of thousands of years of cultivation are gone?

After the sticky dog skin plaster was ruthlessly pushed away, he walked behind with his head bowed.

The clouds on the horizon were dark, dragonflies flew low, and several accidentally bumped into Ye Shen's body.

Never looked back, he knew that he was blaming himself. She was silent because there was nothing to say, Ye Shen was a lonely person, and anyone who approached him would die, even if it was an immortal monarch? If you waste a body of cultivation and can replace him with worry-free, it is worth it.

Don't complain, because everything is a certainty, what she has to do is to go with the flow.

In the dark alley, she walked all the way, and the stupid dog followed all the way.

When he was about to walk to the end of the alley, Cong Ran finally found an inn, and as soon as he stepped over the threshold, Ye Shen took three steps and one step, and took out the ocean from his pocket and shouted: "Take out your best guest room here." ”

"Your Excellency...... We've got one left. "The shopkeeper is an old man who is more than half a year old, there are few hairs on his head, and he has a big beard, and he touches his goatee, which is difficult.

Ye Shen held the hand of the silver and refused to take it back: "Really? ”

Cong Ran thought he was angry, sighed, and reached out to grab the hand held in mid-air: "Xiao Shen, we are here to spend the night, not to rob and embarrass people." ”

She apologized to the shopkeeper and gave the money, and then just pushed open the door of the inn, and before she could even sit down on the chair, the token hanging on the waist of the little master lit up.

[Boss, you!] The Third Elder was so angry that he was so angry when he found out about the paper man you left behind in Liangzhou Hall that green smoke rose above his head. If I don't give an explanation, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through tonight. ]

The voice of the second elder was heard in the air, and if this person was present, most of them would move back and forth, and the heels of their shoes would make a noise, and they would be upset with him.

From Ran didn't react much, his finger lightly rested on the token, [How did he find out?] ]

[The Great Elder passed by Liangzhou Hall and wanted to find you, but found that something was wrong, and after turning around for a long time, he didn't see Ye Shen's shadow, so he ......]

Smack - Didi Di......

The second elder chattered halfway through the conversation, and directly cut off the transmission from Ran.

Ye Shen swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Master...... Are we going back? ”

She wants to clean up the House of Elders, and he has no objection. It's just that, with the current crippled body, the trend of adding new injuries to old injuries before they heal, in a short period of time, in order to recuperate from her injuries, she should continue to do a good job on the surface - the puppet head who listens to the elders.

The eyes that were like cold knives were cast, and Ye Shen closed his mouth in amusement. And the token on her waist flashed again in less than three seconds. He thought she was going to connect, but he unloaded it rudely and threw it on the wooden table beside him.

The action is so fast that only the afterimage is left, as if it is throwing something inconsequential.

The coercion emanating from Ran's body loomed, Ye Shen felt that the air in his lungs was getting less and less, and he had to inhale through his mouth and nose, his expression was in a trance, and the whole room was dark and depressed. He didn't know why Xiao Shizun started such a big fire, but one thing was clear, she had never liked to be forced.

It's like a cold winter, you have to wear autumn pants and a big cotton jacket to keep warm, but from the beginning of the season, light clothes can be worn all seasons. If the lake freezes and snow falls, she will be stingy to wear a shawl, and her temperament will be fairy.

It's like at night, watching the stars and the moon from Ran in Liangzhoutang, and I never feel lonely. Even though the moon is not so dazzling, I don't see what kind of gentle moon it is. Sometimes the stars may be too busy to accompany the full moon in the sky, and her heart will feel lost.

It's clear that he's most afraid of the cold, but he likes to be frozen.

is clearly the most afraid of loneliness, but likes to be alone.

From the moment the candles are blown out, the halo of light reflects every corner of the room, and the shadows refracted on the wall sway slightly. In addition to being too simple, the rest gives people the feeling that the overall width is dense and dense, full of a chic and elegant bookish atmosphere.

The warm light is reflected on the person, there is light and dark, Ye Shen stood at the door, never shining the light, the whole person seemed to be hidden in the dark, his eyes were wandering, staring at Cong Ran tightly.

His voice was so light that he could barely hear it, and said, "Master, do you know Dephrelan?" ”

Cong Ran, who simply dealt with the injury, frowned, let out a deep "um", sped up the speed of the bandage, made sure that the strap was tied, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, the candle that had not been burning for a long time was extinguished in an instant.

A thin cloud of smoke drifted into the air, and the man's cold voice was heard: "Sleep." ”

There is a bed in the single room, although Cong Ran is not tall and thin, but two people sleep, it will inevitably look crowded. Moreover, men and women do not kiss, Ye Shen is already a young man with strong blood, he does not dare to go off the gun, and it is very likely that he will burn himself.

"How do you sleep?" Ye Shen asked rhetorically.

"You sleep in the bed." As soon as Ran's words fell, she felt a strange gaze wandering around her body, and she slowly added, "I'll meditate for one night, and I'll call you when I hear it." ”

Ye Shen couldn't cry or laugh: "How can a disciple occupy the place where the master rests?" ”

"Then you sit for the night and I'll sleep in bed?" Cong Ran frowned.

“……”

What was he expecting.

As early as when he first met, he was expecting to meet a good teacher, but he didn't know that his master perfectly interpreted "irresponsible". Teaching people magic, she gave a stop on the stage, looked at a very obedient little mouth, opened the cavity like a machine gun, strafed and fired, the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and it didn't give people a chance to breathe at all.

Senior brother Lin Yi's comprehension ability is acceptable, and he has flipped through the books on scriptures and calligraphy a few times, and he has some understanding, but he has suffered Xie Yifang and Ye Shen, two nerds. The two of them held the "Book of Heaven" all day long, pondering the profound meaning.

Written knowledge, from the end of Ran's speech, left, I finally left a book. Ye Shen and Xie Yifang are not talented, and they are diligent to make up. As for martial arts sword moves, she teaches one move at a time, a dozen moves at a time, and swings once a month. Shizun's sword-swinging style was not deliberately slowed down because of teaching, Ye Shen didn't see anything clearly at that moment, and the afterimage in front of him was moving at the speed of light.

Close your eyes and open them again, not to mention swordsmanship, Cong Ran's figure is gone.

The two looked blankly at their senior brother.

Lin Yi shrugged: "Don't look at me, Shizun ran away after beating the sword law." I don't understand it either. ”

At that time, in the Liangzhou Hall of salvation, the howl of ghosts and wolves was common, and the ancestor who had come out of retreat all the year round saw it, and he couldn't bear it, so he came to point out, and the three wooden fish brains were opened.

If the ancestor was still there, she would never be bullied. Ye Shen looked dejected as if he was fate, rolled twice on the bed wrapped in the quilt, and lay flat like a dead corpse looking at the ceiling.

The windows were closed, there was no light in the room, in fact, he couldn't see at all, and he was purely in a daze.

In the second half of the night, near dawn, Ye Shen woke up and tiptoed out of bed to move to Cong Ran's side, wanting to carry her to bed and lie down for a while.

The hand touched the back of her neck, ready to hook, but the next second it was the pain in the wrist bone spreading, and he was shocked to find that Cong Ran had woken up.

"Master...... Morning, without further ado, shall we go back now? Or do you want to change the medicine before you go? Ye Shen raised his other hand and greeted.

Cong Ran's expression was very lazy, and he looked straight at Ye Shen: "You are also injured, why don't you deal with it?" ”

Ye Shen looked too bad in sleep, twisted into maggots on the bed, the buttons of his placket were broken, and the neckline was wide open, revealing his strong chest. There is a knife cut near the heart, which is very deep, and even if it has been handled "carefully" and the high-grade blood coagulation pill is used, there are still traces of blood gushing out.

"Don't worry, how can this injury be as miserable as being burned alive at that time." Ye Shenman didn't care about the Dao.

He was referring to the rebirth of the demon clan, the immortal fire burned the dormitory, a pair of legs burned, and almost ended up with a lifelong disability.

Maybe it's bringing back bad memories.

The seated figure moved: "Sorry, if it had been earlier, it wouldn't have happened." ”

She was such a lonely person that she apologized to him many times.

Ye Shen was stunned for a moment, suddenly, chuckled, and raised his eyelids sideways: "I am less than one-tenth of your injury, you don't feel pain, I call it pain, doesn't it seem very pretentious?" ”

After hearing this, he was going to be angry, but when the anger rose halfway, it was like pouring out cold water, and he became blamed: "Nonsense, you are used to being beaten by the thick skin and thick flesh of the teacher, you are different, how old are you, how can you suffer from this?" ”

"Master...... It's not me ......."

"Is it because the teacher can't control you?"

She is not a vulgar woman who is delicate and charming, more of a man's free and easy pleasure, and her eyebrows are tightly pressed against the front of her eye sockets, which is a clear, profound and somewhat unruly face.

Ye Shen stopped talking, as if he had listened to it, and seemed to have made up his mind to pay attention to the yang and the yin.

There was silence for a long time, until the dark eyes of the little master dissipated the displeasure, and he proposed to return to save the world.

Cong Ran agreed.

She didn't want the group of old immortals to be suspicious, and the road ahead would become more and more dangerous.

After changing the medicine, the two went downstairs to have a simple breakfast, and at this time, the market outside was just dawning. Ye Shen stuffed the small buns, chewed them and swallowed them thinly, his lips were shiny after eating, Cong Ran coughed lightly, he took a few pieces of paper and wiped them casually.

"Master, I still think the floral fragrance smells good, and the herbs are too bitter for you." He said in a somewhat unorthodox lazy tone.

Stopping from Ran Jiacai's hand, perhaps to confirm his statement, she sniffed the back of her hand, and there was indeed a faint smell of Chinese grass mixed with bitterness, covering the original elegant floral fragrance.

"You...... Disgusted by the smell? "She was probably not sober and said things that didn't fit her image.

"I don't want to see you hurt all the time, soaked in a medicine jar." Ye Shen played with the empty dishes and chopsticks and gave the best answer.

He rejoiced in her, and he was dying. Any smell mixed with her own breath is a deadly chronic poison, one after the other, attacking his sanity.

"After a while, wait for him to help me concoct a few flavors of medicine......"

"Treating the symptoms is not the root cause."

Ye Shen interrupted her words, held the other party's slightly cool hand worriedly, put it in front of his lips and sighed hotly: "Butterfly Flan is my mother's ...... Master, you seem to be going to kill her before. ”

"His heart is poisonous and harmful, and he should be punished." From Ran's spiritual power in a sluggish period, he couldn't break free from Ye Shen, and he opened his face.

Ye Shen bullied her a few closer, grabbed his little hand and rubbed it on his face, like a large dog: "Well, I know, I want to kill." You can kill anyone you don't like, including me. ”

"You're talking nonsense again." Cong Ran complained.

Ye Shen didn't dare to really provoke her, and now the closeness was what he had dreamed of in the past, he let go, and curled up to reveal his sharp spikes from Ran Ru a hedgehog.

He also smiled, said in a good voice, "She has to talk to me about things, and she came back to me in the last few days, probably because it is related to saving the world." ”

There are many pheasant sects in the rivers and lakes, chaotic, as the salvation of the head of the group, like a lotus flower blooming in a silt pile, the world regards it as an object of worship, and also wants to worship the door. Give the title of the head of the salvation of the world, either the immortal monarch or the swaying immortal zun, there is a great willingness to kneel and bow nine times for Ran San.

There is a fallacy that once said that the dignified monarch is not an extraordinary person, she is a god, a god high above the nine heavens.

The feudal superstitious people did not believe it at first, but then because of the drought for several days, it suddenly blew and rained heavily, because of the plague, there were countless casualties, and the Wuwei Taoist and Fuyao Xianjun came to the rescue and healed many people.

From this point on, people would rather believe what they have than what they don't.

Folk tunes, often heard:

Xianjun is pretty, Xianjun is good, and Jin Tengliu is accompanied.

Shenwu is like autumn frost with the wind, and the sunset pearl robe.

Flowers are accompanied by only love wine, and the sweetness enters the throat.

The priest of the heavenly court was arrogant, but he broke the precepts.

Waste the spiritual root, suffer a thousand sufferings, and fall into the mortal world.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Stay proud and look at the world.