Cong Ran Teng reached out and picked up Ye Chen, who had almost recovered. The latter's feet were off the ground and he instinctively reached out to grab something to stabilize his body.
"Hurry up."
The three words of understatement, for Ye Chen, were like a huge boulder weighing a thousand kilograms pressing on his chest, making him feel dull. Being held by a person who looked like an ice cube, the person involved didn't know the complicated and almost bitter feeling.
.It was like a frozen man in an ice cave, and suddenly someone gave him a warm stove. He hugged this rare warm stove eagerly and refused to let go.
Ye Chen rolled his eyes and twisted his body uncomfortably.
In a horizontal hug, the person being held's line of sight will be very narrow, so narrow that everything they look at is the other person. The feeling of intimacy is full, and at the same time, the deathly awkward atmosphere makes Ye Chen feel that wherever he puts his hands, it's a sin.
Ye Chen, who wanted to take his hand away from her neck, encountered a bump. The weightless feeling made him mistakenly think that he was going to fall, and his butt fell into four pieces. Looking at Cong Ran again, her face showed a sickly pale look.
The trance should be caused by the stagnation of spiritual power, which caused him to almost fall over.
Ye Chen broke away from her embrace, bent down and grabbed her limp hand, and rolled up his sleeves without saying a word.
On the forearm, there was a long gash, smeared with black blood, and the scab on the edge was mixed with a bit of dark green, which was so disgusting that it hurt the eyes.
"Are you poisoned?!" Ye Chen looked at her with distressed eyes.
"Small injury, nothing wrong." Congran glanced at the heavy snowfall not far away, and withdrew his hand, "If we don't leave, we will really be buried here.
After that, under Ye Chen's extremely hot gaze, Cong Ran used his meager spiritual power to teleport him to the street market at the foot of the mountain.
Although the Wanguxue Family is one of the five peaks of salvation, it is quite far away due to the merger of other families.
The injury on Cong Ran's right arm should not be underestimated. Ye Chen did not learn medical skills and showed him for an hour, but he couldn't figure out the reason. He was so anxious that he became an ant on the hot pot, surrounding Cong Ran.
"What should we do, find a doctor? The shops are all closed!" He had a slumped face and looked like he was going to burst into tears right away.
"I said it's okay, why are you so worried? My body can absorb this poison, but it's just an enhanced version of the spirit-dispersing poison. To put it simply, my master will often lose his spiritual power in the future." Cong Ran moved closer to him in annoyance.
He pushed away his face and said, "There is no cure, don't try. Who in the world has better medical skills than Taoist Wuwei?"
So, tens of thousands of years of cultivation are gone?
After ruthlessly pushing away the sticky dog-skin plaster, he walked behind with his head lowered.
The clouds in the sky were dark and the dragonflies were flying low, and several of them accidentally bumped into Ye Chen's body.
Cong Ran never looked back, knowing that he was blaming himself. She was silent because she had nothing to say. Ye Chen was a lonely person, and anyone who came close to him would die. Even if he was an immortal, so what? What if he wasted his cultivation?
It's worth it just to have him worry-free.
She doesn't blame anyone, because everything has been decided, and all she has to do is let nature take its course.
She walked all the way in the dark alley, and the silly dog followed her.
When he was about to reach the end of the street, Cong Ran finally found an inn. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Ye Chen walked three steps at a time, as if he was attentive, took out Dayang from his pocket and shouted: "Give me the best guest room here."
take it out."
"Sir... we only have one room left." The shopkeeper is an old man who is over half a year old. He has few hairs on his head and a big beard. He touches his goatee and wonders.
Ye Chen refused to take back the hand holding the silver: "Really?"
Cong Ran thought he was angry, so he sighed and reached out to grab the hand raised in the air: "Xiao Shen, we are here to stay overnight, not to rob or embarrass others."
She apologized to the shopkeeper and gave her the money, and then just opened the door of the inn, before she even had time to sit on the chair, the token hanging around the little master's waist lit up.
[Where are you, the leader? The third elder was so angry that smoke was coming out from his head when he found the paper figure you left in Liangzhou Hall. If you don’t give me an explanation, I’m afraid I won’t be able to survive tonight.]
The voice of the second elder was heard in the air. If this person were present, he would probably be moving back and forth, making a sound as the heels of his shoes hit the ground, making others as upset as him.
Cong Ran didn't react much, and put his fingers lightly on the token, [How did he find out?]
[The Great Elder passed by Liangzhou Hall and wanted to find you, but found something was wrong. He walked around for a long time and didn't see Ye Chen's shadow, so...]
Pa-didi-didi...
Halfway through the second elder's chatter, Cong Ran cut off the transmission.
Ye Chen swallowed his saliva and whispered: "Master...are we going back?"
He has no objection to her wanting to clean up the Elder's House. However, with the current state of her body, old wounds tend to get new ones before they heal. In a short period of time, in order to recuperate, she should continue to behave on the surface - listen to the elders' words.
The puppet master.
Looking at her like a cold knife, Ye Chen shut his mouth knowingly. The token on her waist flashed again within three seconds. He thought she was going to connect, but unexpectedly he took it off roughly and threw it away.
On the wooden table nearby.
The movements were done in one go, so fast that only afterimages were left behind, as if they were throwing something insignificant.
The coercion emanating from Ran's body was looming, and Ye Chen felt that the air in his lungs was getting less and less. He had to use his mouth and nose to inhale, his expression was in a trance, and the whole room was dark and depressing. He didn't know why the little master was
Although she is so angry, one thing is clear, she never likes to be forced.
Just like in the cold winter, she has to wear long johns and a large cotton-padded jacket to keep warm, but she always prefers lightweight clothes that can be worn in all seasons. If the lake freezes and snow falls, she will be stingy in wearing a shawl, and she will have a fairy-like temperament.
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Just like at night, Congran looked at the stars and the moon in Liangzhou Hall and never felt lonely. Although the moon did not have such dazzling brilliance, I did not see what a gentle moon it was. Sometimes the stars may be too busy to accompany the full moon in the sky.
, her heart will then feel lost.
He is obviously most afraid of the cold, but he likes to be frozen.
It is clear that he is most afraid of loneliness, but he likes to be alone.
Congran blows out the candlelight, and the halo shines on every corner of the room, and the shadows reflected on the wall sway slightly. Apart from being too simple, the other impression is that the overall size is large and the details are dense, full of a chic and elegant bookish atmosphere.
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The warm light shone on the person, both bright and dark. Ye Chen was standing at the door, but no light shone on him. His whole figure seemed to be hidden in the darkness, his eyes wandering, staring closely at Cong Ran.
His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, and he said: "Master, do you know Die Fulan?"
Cong Ran, who simply dealt with the injury, frowned, said "Hmm" in a deep voice, speeded up the bandaging, made sure the straps were tied properly, waved his sleeves, and the candle that had not been burning for long was extinguished in an instant.
A thin line of smoke formed and floated into the air, and the man's cold voice was heard: "Sleep."
There is one bed in a single room. Although he is not tall and has a thin body, sleeping with two people will inevitably look crowded. Furthermore, men and women are not close to each other, and Ye Chen is already a hot-blooded young man.
If you dare, you will most likely burn yourself with lust.
"How to sleep?" Ye Chen asked back.
"You sleep on the bed." As soon as Ran finished speaking, she felt a strange gaze wandering around her body. She slowly added, "I will meditate all night and I will call you at Yinshi."
Ye Chen couldn't laugh or cry: "How can any disciple occupy the master's resting place?"
"Then you sit here all night and I sleep on the bed?" Cong Ran frowned.
"..."
What is he expecting.
As early as when they first met, he had expected to meet a good teacher. Unexpectedly, his master perfectly interpreted "irresponsibility". He taught people skills and she stood on the stage.
, looks like a cute little mouth, opening it is like a machine gun, firing in one burst, and operating as fiercely as a tiger, giving no chance to breathe at all.
Senior brother Lin Yi's ability to understand was acceptable. He read through the books on classics and calligraphy a few times and came to some understanding. However, it was a hard work for two idiots, Xie Fang and Ye Chen. The two of them spent all day and night holding the "Book of Heaven" and pondering over it.
Deep meaning.
Written knowledge, after Cong Ran finished speaking and left, at least one thing was left behind - a book. Ye Chen and Xie Fang were not talented enough, so they worked hard to make up for it. As for martial arts and sword moves, she taught them one move at a time, a dozen movements per move, for a month
Swing once. The master's sword swing was not slowed down deliberately because of the teaching. Ye Chen couldn't see anything clearly at that time, and the afterimage in front of his eyes was moving at the speed of light.
When he closed his eyes and opened them again, Cong Ran's figure was gone, let alone his sword skills.
The two looked at their senior brother blankly.
Lin Yi shrugged: "Don't look at me. Master ran away after beating the swordsman. I didn't understand it either."
At that time, the Liangzhou Hall, where the world was saved, was often filled with cries of ghosts and wolves. The master, who had been in seclusion for many years, could not bear it when he heard it. He came to give some advice, and the three wooden fish finally became enlightened.
If her master was still here, she would never have swallowed her popularity and been bullied. Ye Chen looked as if he was resigned to his fate. He rolled around on the bed twice, wrapped in a quilt, and lay flat on his back like a dead body, staring at the ceiling.
The windows were closed tightly and there were no lights in the room. In fact, he couldn't see at all. He was just in a daze and daydreaming.
In the middle of the night, when the cockcrow was approaching and dawn was approaching, Ye Chen woke up and tiptoed out of bed and moved to Cong Ran, wanting to put her on the bed and lie down for a while.
His hand touched the back of her neck, ready to hook it, but the next second he felt pain in her wrist bones, and he was shocked to find that Cong Ran had woken up.
"Master... it's morning, let's go back now without further ado? Or should we change the medicine first before leaving?" Ye Chen raised his other hand and said hello.
Cong Ran looked very lazy and looked straight at Ye Chen: "You are also injured, why don't you deal with it?"
Ye Chen looked so miserable in his sleep that he was twisted into a maggot on the bed. The buttons on his clothes fell apart and the collar was wide open, revealing his strong chest. There was a deep cut near the heart. Even if it was treated "carefully" and used
I waited for the Blood Coagulation Pill, but there were still traces of blood pouring out.
"It doesn't matter, this injury is not as severe as being burned alive." Ye Chen said nonchalantly.
He was referring to the incident when he was reborn into the demon clan and had his palace burned down by fairy fire. One of his legs was burned and he almost became permanently disabled.
Maybe it brought back bad memories.
The person sitting there moved: "Sorry, if it had been earlier, it wouldn't have happened."
She was such an arrogant person that she apologized to him over and over again.
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, tilting his head and raising his eyelids: "My injury is less than one-tenth of yours, and you don't mind the pain. If I cry out in pain, doesn't it look very pretentious?"
After Cong Ran heard this, he wanted to be furious, but when the anger was half raised, it was like being doused by cold water, and it turned into a blame: "Nonsense, I have a rough skin and thick flesh, and I am used to being beaten. You are different. How old are you?"
, how can you endure these sufferings?"
"Master...not me..."
"Is it because my teacher can't control you anymore?"
She is different from ordinary women in terms of charm and charm, and has more of a man's free and easy joy. Her brows are pressed tightly in front of her eyes, and she has a clear, profound and somewhat unruly face.
Ye Chen didn't say anything anymore, he seemed to have listened, and he seemed to be determined to follow his instructions.
There was silence for a long time, until the little master's dark eyes dissipated his unhappy mood, and he proposed to go back to save the world.
Congran agrees.
She also didn't want those old men to become suspicious and make the road ahead more and more dangerous.
After changing the medicine, the two went downstairs to have a simple breakfast. At this time, at dawn, the market outside was selling food. Ye Chen stuffed a mouthful of small buns, chewed them thoroughly and swallowed them. His lips were shiny after eating, and he was calm.
After coughing, he pulled out a few pieces of paper and wiped them casually.
"Master, I still think the fragrance of flowers is pleasant, but the herbs are too bitter and not suitable for you." He said with a slightly unserious laziness in his tone.
Cong Ran stopped picking up the vegetables, perhaps to confirm his statement. She smelled the back of her hand, and there was indeed a faint herbal smell mixed with bitterness, covering up the original elegant floral fragrance.
"Are you... disgusted with this smell?" She was probably unconscious and said words that did not fit the image.
"I don't want to see you injured all the time, soaking in a medicine jar." Ye Chen played with the empty bowl and chopsticks and gave the best answer.
He loved her so much that it was killing him. Any scent mixed with her unique scent would be a fatal and slow poison that would attack his sanity one after another.
"Wait for a while, wait for him to help me prepare some medicine..."
"Treating the symptoms rather than the root cause."
Ye Chen interrupted her and worriedly held the other person's cold hand, put it in front of his lips and breathed hot air: "Die Fulan, she is my mother... Master, you seemed to want to kill her earlier."
"His heart is vicious and harmful to others, so he should be punished." Cong Ran's spiritual power was in a sluggish stage, and he couldn't break away from Ye Chen, so he simply made a fool of himself.
Ye Chen came a little closer to her, holding his little hand and rubbing it on his face, like a large dog: "Yes, I know, I want to kill you. You can kill anyone you don't like, including me."
"You're talking nonsense again." Cong Ran complained.
Ye Chen didn't dare to really offend her. The closeness now was something he had only dreamed of in the past. He let go and curled up like a hedgehog, exposing his sharp spikes.
He was still smiling and said in a good voice, "She wants to talk to me about something. She has come back to see me in the past few days. It probably has something to do with saving the world."
There are many pheasant sects in the rivers and lakes, and they are all in disarray. As the leader of the sects, Salvation is like a lotus blooming in the mud. The world regards him as an object of worship, and they also want to worship him. The title of the leader of Salvation is not something that can only be given by the Immortal Lord.
This is Immortal Fuyao, who is willing to kneel down and worship Congran three times.
There is a fallacy in saying that the majestic Fuyaojun is not an ordinary person, she is a god, a god high above the nine heavens.
The feudal and superstitious people did not believe it at first, but then the weather suddenly became windy and rainy after several days of drought, and the plague spread, causing countless casualties. Taoist Wuwei and Immortal Fuyao came to rescue and cured many people.
From now on, people would rather believe that it exists than that it does not exist.
Folk tunes can often be heard:
The fairy king is pretty, the fairy king is kind, and he is accompanied by golden trees and willows.
Shenwu follows the wind like autumn frost, and the setting sun is like a robe of pearls.
Accompanied by flowers, I only love wine, the sweetness entering my throat.
The heavenly priests are proud of themselves, but they violate the precepts.
The spiritual roots are useless, suffer thousands of sufferings, and fall into the mortal world.
The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains.
A pot of turbid wine has exhausted all the joy, don’t sleep in the cold tonight.
Stay proud and watch the world at leisure. This chapter has been completed!