Fang Geyu knew that the cold spring was located at the heart of the mountain's spiritual vein spring. It was one of the treasures of the Tianxi Sword Sect. There were five spiritual beasts lying around guarding the spring on weekdays. Unless the sect leader was injured and difficult to nurse, it would rarely be opened.
But right now, the witch named Aluo is soaking in the cold spring of the Tianxi Holy Land.
She suffered serious injuries, but they were far from life-threatening injuries.
But the new owner of Tianxi did not hesitate to break the rules and place her in this spring. It is not difficult to guess how much he values her.
On the cold blue stone, a set of women's clothing and shoes are neatly stacked.
The spring is clear and the water is clear and blue.
The witch with all her clothes stripped was lying down among the jade stones in the spring. Her cat-like slightly sunken eyes were half closed, her slender jade arms were weakly lying on the cold stone, and her long hair was slightly curled by the spring water.
The strands are wrapped around the bare shoulders and arms, showing an indescribable charm.
Along with the pain caused by her injury, a soft hum came from her thin and soft lips. The voice was enchanting and charming, making people think.
Fang Geyu felt that she was deliberately seducing people.
Because she is not the only one in this cold spring.
Seeing Yangliu Yiyi on the bank of Lingling Spring, he changed into a young sword master wearing green clothes and white clothes.
He sat on the ground leaning against a tree, covering his eyes with green silk. There was an ebony guqin lying across his knees, and he was playing with the strings with his fingertips. His loose clothes were laid out in the bluestone, and the corners of his clothes were inadvertently soaked in the cold spring, moistening it.
There is a dark mark.
The light and melodious sound of the piano echoes with the sound of natural spring water. Its sound has the meaning of distant green mountains and the wind in the forest.
Tianxi Sword Sect Baituo Mountain is one of the famous peaks in the world. The spiritual veins here nourish people and have many magical benefits. But Arao is not a human, she is a demon.
Although the demons also rely on spiritual cultivation to survive, the pure and pure spiritual power is too much for the demons. On the contrary, it will purify the demon body and put their lives in danger.
That ebony guqin came from Zhongyou. It is the precious treasure in the treasure house of Zhongyou Dynasty, the Suzaku Qin.
Suzaku was originally born as a demon. He later surrendered to the Taiyin Emperor and was transformed into a divine beast that protects the country. Since this harp is named after Suzaku, it naturally has the power to neutralize the purification in the spiritual spring, so that his disciples can concentrate on it.
Recuperate.
Unfortunately, Fang Geyu could see that just because this man was sitting here meticulously, it would be even more difficult for his restless little disciple to concentrate on recovering from his injuries.
If he pulled off the green silk covering his eyes at this moment, he would see her clear and charming eyes, with his shadow in them, nothing else in the sky or in the world.
In the place where he couldn't see, the thoughts that his eyes couldn't hide, there was light that flickered and flickered like fire.
That is definitely not the way ordinary disciples look at their master...
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
The birds in the forest that came to listen to the music were also satisfied and fluttered away with the unique cold fragrance of the clear spring.
The witch A'rao's eyes were unscrupulous, and she was directly glued to the peaceful and dignified man, but the voice that came out of her lips was extremely cowardly: "Master?"
Just listening to this call, not to mention which man it was, even Fang Geyu admittedly couldn't detect any strange emotion.
Just in response to the sentence "Demons are born to disguise", the soft admiration for the word "Master" took over.
The man hummed and responded softly.
"Is it my disciple who disturbed you in playing the piano?" Her voice was cautious and self-reproaching.
"Does it hurt?" The man in blue and white clothes pressed his palm on the string and asked softly.
"Master, I'm afraid of pain~" The enchanting witch's voice came around softly, with a hint of crying in her nasal voice.
But her eyes were filled with a pampered and proud smile.
The injury is real, but the fear of pain is fake.
The young man sighed helplessly, as if he was accustomed to her cute and pitiful behavior, but he still couldn't bear to be soft-hearted towards her.
He took off the long harp from his knees, raised his palms, and reached into the pool.
The fingertips that Xu probed over stopped in a measured way when he felt her breath approaching.
Soon his hand was held by a soft and wet palm, and she guided his palm to slowly cover her smooth shoulders.
The silk ribbon covering his eyes was blown up by the wind.
The skin under her fingertips was moistened by the spring water and was smooth and soft. Unfortunately, her master's heart was clear and clear, so he did not have any unnecessary thoughts. His fingers gently stroked down the green hair on her shoulders and touched the shocking red bloom on her back.
Bone-piercing injuries.
The slender and perfect body was as if it had been sliced diagonally by a heavy axe, with horrific bloody wounds opening all the way from the shoulders down to the waist. The rest of the skin was not pure and unscathed, with countless large and small sharp bloody wounds.
The clear spring water already reflected a faint red under her body.
The fingertips that had never wavered when they touched the soft and attractive skin could not help but tremble when they touched those wounds.
He suddenly blamed himself: "My teacher is not good at healing."
The witch A'luo was so intoxicated under the touch of his fingertips that she could not help but narrow her eyes with some indescribable longing. How could she care about such a trivial matter: "Master treats me very well, it's A'luo."
The best medicine in the world.”
"You're just talking nonsense." He touched his fingers gently, and a light spell appeared on his fingertips. He was indeed not good at treating her, but the scars he wiped were still there, but the pain miraculously disappeared.
The witch under the fingertips was startled for a moment, then realized what he had done. She felt regretful and called out hurriedly: "Master!"
This was clearly a body-containing spell, which could remove the pain from her body and replace it with another's body.
How could this work? She just wanted to be coquettish to him, not that she wanted him to suffer for her.
She put her arms on the stone and wanted to get up.
"If you disobey me and move around, causing your wound to break, my teacher will no longer waste my energy with you, and you can recover from your injury in this spring by yourself." Her simple words made her eyes suddenly turn red, and she was really crying now.
Out.
The man's fingers wiped numerous large and small wounds on her back, as if he was really afraid of her pain, and he did not let go of even the smallest wound.
A thin layer of sweat broke out on her snow-white skin, and her ink-colored hair clung to her body.
She clearly didn't do anything, but she lost all her strength. She lay on the bluestone and panted softly. There were two faint blushes on her cheeks. Her fingers on the stone surface tightened, tightened and then loosened again.
"The wings can still be released." Brushing away the pain all over her body, his fingers tentatively touched the faint golden flame pattern under her shoulder blades, which contained a pair of beautiful wings.
It was once broken in the mud, but he regained its well-fed wings with one hand.
But in this battle between good and evil, in order to help him rescue a team of Tianxi who were trapped in Jiujian Abyss, she flew around the abyss full of prickly rocks for ten days without stopping, and finally broke through and died.
The team's barrier and the pair of wings were also pierced and torn apart by the rock array set up by the demons in advance.
The man lowered his face and looked a little gloomy.
It's because he's not good enough and he's not protective enough.
The witch A'luo is an expert at hitting snakes with sticks: "Master, if you can let A'luo rest on your leg to recover from his injuries, he will definitely be able to spread his wings and show the master a good life."
The young man frowned: "You are not fully clothed and you are lying on my master's lap. How can you behave like that?"
When Fang Geyu heard this, he was so shocked that he almost lost his soul.
Feeling: Your disciple can just put his clothes on and rest on your lap?
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