The warmth flows through the limbs, repairing the damaged body, and the warm feeling relaxes the tense nerves.
Treatment is complete.
Chu Yingying looked at Gong Jiu's clothes full of dust and blood, her eyes flashed with indescribable complexity, a stuffy feeling filled her entire chest, and the depression made it difficult to breathe.
Is it really Qi Xuan?
Would Qi Xuan also be so embarrassed and allow anyone to bully him at will?
She closed her eyes and shook off the thoughts in her mind, suppressing the growing pain in her heart, she took out two basic swordsmanship and books about breathing air into her body and threw them to Gong Jiu.
"Memorize these contents. In addition, you live in the side hall, and three meals a day will be provided by a special person, so you don't need to be responsible."
"Yes, Master."
He held these two well-preserved books without any creases, caressed them carefully, and his eyes overflowed with enthusiasm.
Gong Jiu put away the book, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, a respectful tone, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Master, thank you for treating my wound."
In the smoky palace, the ragged clothes, the thin young man did not have a trace of hostility around him.
Through this thin body, she seemed to have traveled through time, and once again saw Qi Xuan who sacrificed for all beings.
"Well, let's go down."
Chu Yingying's brows and eyes were slightly cold, and her expression was in a trance. She saw the top of the snow-capped mountain and fell into the cold snow while her memory was floating.
This apprentice has the aura of Qi Xuan, does that mean that it may be his reincarnation?
But at the beginning, the three souls of the emperor all dissipated between heaven and earth and no longer exist. Is this really the person she was looking for?
"Yes……"
Gong Jiu didn't know if she felt wrong, but she always felt that the master's face was cold, and there was an unapproachable indifference on his body.
He exited the room, the room was cold, the exquisitely decorated hall lost its warmth, and the room was lonely and silent.
Chu Yingying sat on the couch, her eyes calm, the pot of warm tea had long since become cold, and the fragrance of sweet tea had dissipated.
After pondering for a long time to stabilize her mind, she got up and flew away from the palace with magic tricks, and found the hurt Feng Luo's breath in today's ring match.
Under the lush ancient tree in the sky, Feng Luo wiped off the sweat overflowing from his forehead, kicked the tree irritably, and kept spitting out a bunch of unspeakable foul language.
"Bah, what rubbish! That Gong Jiu is a waste, and I don't know what Elder Chu sees him and insists on accepting him as an apprentice."
"Let's ignore so many geniuses and accept a mortal who has no foundation as his apprentice. To say that there are no tricks here is pure liar."
"Maybe that **** Chu Yingying sees that Gong Jiu looks pretty good, and is going to take it to warm the bed. During the day, it is a master and a disciple at night. It is a husband and wife. Bitches, sons and daughters!"
...
Feng Luo scolded, and suddenly felt a cold and powerful murderous aura coming from behind.
Before he could defend himself, the next second his body was thrown out by a force and fell heavily to the ground.
"Uh……"
A painful groan overflowed from his throat, and before he could get up, a sword as light and thin as a cicada's wings landed on his neck.
If you are not careful, the sword will pierce the fragile neck, and blood will be splashed everywhere.
"Chu...Elder Chu...don't...I was wrong, I shouldn't be talking behind my back, please forgive me this time..."
Feng Luo was in pain from the fall, his heart was hanging tightly, and he stammered for mercy, his face as pale as paper.
"You are indeed wrong, my disciple, are you worthy of bullying and abusing at will?"
Chu Yingying snorted lightly, but there was no sign of softening her heart.
The spirit sword in her hand changed position, flicked and fell, and instantly pierced his shoulder.
"Ahhh-"
The screams resounded through the sky, piercing the eardrums.