Xuanhua's tone was light, but clear.
It's just that Lin Zhizhi couldn't hear anything in a trance. He only felt that this would relieve his headache, and he felt a little more comfortable, so he nodded dazedly.
Next, Lin Zhizhi fell into a period of spring. in a dream.
Xuanhua's normally steady hands trembled a little, and carefully unbuttoned the boy's shirt. The man first took a light peck on the other's lips, and after seeing that the other party showed no sign of disgust, he went deeper.
Lin Zhizhi wrapped his neck around him, opened his mouth obediently, and let the opponent plunder.
This was the first time Xuanhua had not touched Lin Zhizhi under the influence of his physique, so it was more real.
People who are in a dream state, who have lost the restraint of reason, are often the most honest.
Just like Lin Zhizhi at this time, he responded enthusiastically to every action.
…
—Lin Zhizhi felt that he had a long, long dream.
In that dream, he couldn't move for some reason, only a little instinctive consciousness remained.
He seemed to be lying on someone's body, and then he did something strange - but he didn't resist, because the person's hands were cold, and he was hot and comfortable to touch, and he wanted the other person to touch over more places.
Then that person continued for a long, long time, and then a flow of energy entered his body—with the aura entering his body, Lin Zhizhi could feel that his body temperature was dropping, and when it reached the right temperature, there was a pair of gentle The hand is combing the injured Yuanshen for him.
He fell asleep again, and after a long time, he finally regained consciousness again, woke up from his sleep, and opened his eyes.
The first thing that caught Lin Zhizhi's eyes was a dark drapery, the color embroidery was familiar, but it was not his bed. Lin Zhizhi stood up a little and looked outside, only to see a bowl of medicine on a round wooden table, and sunlight filtered in through the window, illuminating the tiny particles in the air.
The black-haired boy tried to get up, but the bedding slipped from his chest, revealing his white undershirt - Lin Zhizhi shook his head, his memory still stuck in the stage of being attacked by the demons. He thought he would be in pain, but he didn't have any pain at all, only his waist was a little sore.
This is... Did someone save him? Is it Master
Lin Zhiyi didn't think much about it at first. First, he looked inside to see how his injury was. What made him stunned was that his Nascent Soul, which had been almost devoured by half, was not only intact, but also nourished and grew bigger. Circle - It's like taking some kind of fast growth agent. Except for the primordial spirit, all the wounds on his body have also healed without leaving any traces. Not only that, but even more terrifying—
He, Lin Zhizhi, entered the late Nascent Soul from the early Nascent Soul while he slept inexplicably?
This is usually a plot to deceive children in novels, okay? ! ! It's not the period of qi refining, the spiritual qi needed is poor, and those who are talented and intelligent can break through after a good night's sleep—this is the Nascent Soul period! Some great monks stay in the early Nascent Soul all their lives until they die! Not to mention crossing two realms at once!
Lin Zhizhi's face was stunned.jpg, he almost thought that his memory had gone wrong. The meeting gift given to him by the demons was not a dying struggle, but a perfect pill.
#He suspects the memory is fake#
#My own brain is also fake#
Just as he was examining his memory, Xuanhua pushed in from the door, and when he saw that he was awake, he walked towards the bed, took the bowl of medicine, and placed it on the small table beside the ice bed. Immediately after, the man held his hand, and after feeling the coolness, he took some spiritual energy to warm him up.
Lin Zhizhi looked at the dusty face of his master, and remembered the scene he thought was a spring dream (… ), it was difficult to bring Xuanhua into it - but Lin Zhizhi felt a little discomfort there, and his arms Although the traces on the skin on the neck and neck are very light, they still exist after all. So the black-haired boy retracted his fingers under the quilt and tightened his fingers. His lips were still a little pale. He opened his lips and said, "Master, you rescued me before?"
Xuanhua picked up the medicine bowl beside him, took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of the medicinal juice mixed with the healing elixir, and handed it to Lin Zhizhi's mouth: "Well, I should go with you that day, the demons are so cunning, your If you don't have enough experience, you have to be more careful."
Dao Zun's hand used to hold the sword, but now he was holding the medicine bowl for him, which made Lin Zhizhi feel some inexplicable tenderness. He opened his lips and held the concoction in his mouth, but in the next second he was so bitter that he almost spit it out—
Under Xuanhua's close line of sight, Lin Zhizhi bravely defeated himself and forcibly swallowed the bitter, explosive concoction against the base of his tongue.
Xuanhua looked at the young man in front of him who was rarely complaining, feeling a little strange, and a sporadic smile appeared in his purple eyes: "Is it bitter?"
Lin Zhizhi nodded vigorously.
-To be honest, this is beyond the scope of "suffering", and he suspects that Xuanhua must have secretly added bitterness in it!
The man lowered his head, and kissed Lin Zhizhi in a strong yet gentle manner, prying. Open each other's lips. Tongue, suck together. He sucked the bitter taste of the concoction that had not faded from his mouth. After searching for a while, Xuan Hua just withdrew, affirming: "It's a little bitter, but you can remember it this way."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
#He now thinks this master is probably a fake#
#No, it must be a fake#
The fake master Xuanhua took another spoonful of concoction and handed it to the other party. This time, Lin Zhizhi was determined not to give it any more. He stalemate for a while, looking at the pale sick beauty on the other side, he was not willing to force him any more, so he put the medicine bowl aside and looked back at Lin Zhizhi: "Are you feeling all right now?"
Lin Zhizhi was using his spiritual energy to circulate a large circle in his body, and the Nascent Soul in Dantian was also fed by the master, and he replied, "There is no injury, and the skill has also improved in turn, it's just that the master, I... why did I change from the early Nascent Soul to the late stage? It's you, Master..."
He hesitated to lengthen his tone, not finishing his words.
Xuanhua calmly took over the words: "I have double cultivation with you."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
I, and, you, double, repair, too.
#Master, don't say things like this in such a calm tone! #
- No wonder his cultivation and injuries have improved so quickly. Judging from Xuanhua's strength in reaching the God Transformation stage early, as the number one person in the human world, raising him to such a realm can only be regarded as a small effort. More The benefits are still reflected in Xuanhua's perception of the Tao, which takes time to gradually understand.
Xuanhua continued to describe the scene at that time: "Your injury is too serious, if you go to Tianchi to get the spirit grass, I'm afraid it will be too late, and it will affect your cultivation. I also asked you, and you nodded in response, and I…”
Lin Zhizhi continued to look terrified: "..."
—In his fragmented memory, he seemed to… at that time… did… nodded…
Xuanhua saw his thoughts from the face of the young man in front of him: "Don't you remember?"
Lin Zhizhi nodded and shook his head incorrectly. After struggling for a long time, he finally nodded lightly.
The man didn't seem to have any emotions similar to "disappointment" or "sadness". He seemed to have known it for a long time, and he didn't ask any questions. He chose to avoid this topic. Xuanhua stretched out his hand to probe the temperature of the other party's forehead, and said lightly: "It's better for you to cultivate for two more days. The injury of Yuanshen needs to rest."
Lin Zhizhi obediently responded.
Xuan Hua stood up, picked up the medicine bowl beside him, and was about to walk out.
For some reason, Lin Zhizhi saw the back of his master, and suddenly thought of the memory image that had been flashing back in his mind before. The protagonist in it couldn't see his face, but it gave him a very similar feeling to Xuanhua.
This feeling became even stronger after he entered the late Nascent Soul, as if if he could go further and step into the ascension of God Transformation, he might be able to see what the man in his memory looked like.
Such thoughts disappeared in a flash, and Lin Zhi subconsciously reached out and grabbed the corner of Shizun's clothes, not wanting him to go far.
The strength he used was very small, Xuanhua could shake off his hand with only a slight tap - but Lord Dao Zun just stopped at the moment he touched it, and looked back at the black-haired boy on the bed.
Lin Zhizhi's black hair fell on his shoulders, against the pale complexion. The contrast seemed a bit strong, and there was a pitiful feeling of frailty.
Xuanhua didn't say a word, and asked Lin Zhizhi with his eyes - the black-haired boy replied with the same confused look, wet black, and Lord Dao Zun who looked at him immediately surrendered.
He returned to the bedside, covered the other person with the quilt, watched him lay down, covered Lin Zhizhi's eyelids with his hands, and said warmly, "Sleep, I'm here."
Lin Zhizhi also felt a little tired. After all, the injury on his primordial spirit still needed a good rest. He blinked, and after wiping away the moisture in his eye sockets, he obediently closed his eyes.
His eyelashes were drawn on Xuan Hua's palm, causing the man to retract his hand in surprise.
Lord Dao Zun glanced down at the palm of his hand, then put his eyes back on Lin Zhizhi on the bed, leaned quietly to the side, and accompanies him to sleep.
…
For the next few days, Lin Zhizhi stayed in Xuanhua Cave to recover from his injuries.
He was attacked by a traitor, Tianlu Zhenren already knew. After hearing that he had recovered, he specially brought a lot of treasures and elixir to visit him-although he was stopped by Xuanhua at first, but because Tianlu Zhenren was taking him with him. With several elders and disciples from Yuntian Continent coming together, Xuanhua also gave him this face and asked him to lead people into and out of his cave.
On the day they came, Lin Zhiyi was dressed in white, sitting at the table, holding a scroll of Taoist scriptures left by Xuanhua in meditation.
The real person Tianlu arrived and greeted him with a chill: "I know, are you alright? If something really happened, I would be the sinner of Sword Sect—"
Lin Zhizhi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I have nothing to do anymore, but my skills have improved to a higher level because of this, and the head master doesn't need to blame himself."
Tianlu Zhenren said: "How can I not blame myself! If it weren't for Dao Zun, you would be in the hands of our own people. Don't worry, Elder Taishang and I have already begun to strictly investigate the thieves - these people are more powerful than the demons. more hateful."
When Lin Zhizhi heard this, he suddenly asked, "Master, what is the situation outside now?"
The young master of the Lin family remembered that on the day he first went to fight against the demons, Master Lu Ming said that the demonic energy could no longer be contained. He also saw the permeation of demonic energy on Xiangyun Mountain. In addition, Xuanhua often went out these days. It made him more concerned with the external situation-every time he asked the master, the master said that the injury should be healed first, and it was very perfunctory.
After hearing Lin Zhizhi's words, Master Tianlu and the Master Changlu from Qing Fengzong looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "Even if we come to visit you, we have to wait a day or two to squeeze in a little time, so naturally we can't say it. it is good."
The real Changlu added: "The demons have been preparing for this invasion for at least a thousand years. Their monks are cruel and cunning. On the other hand, we human monks are passive everywhere. Many small and medium-sized sects are completely incapable of resisting. ."
"Fortunately, there are still the sea clan. In the ocean territory, even the demon clan cannot forcibly invade the sea clan." Tianlu Zhenren said, "Some places have to give up. There are demon clan passages in the four continents, and there is no place for peace. Earth, fortunately we joined forces in time—now in this human world, you have Xuanhua in charge here, Canglun will be afraid of three points if he comes in person, I'm afraid it is the safest place. Don't worry, we will last for a few years. The strength is still there, and it’s good to feel at ease and recuperate.”
When Lin Zhizhi heard the words, he wanted to re-emphasize that he was already well, and he could go to the battlefield to help Jianzong, when he heard a voice from behind him calmly: "Tianlu is right, I know, you can rest for a few more days."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
- He always feels that the master has a tendency to raise him as a pig (xi) cub (fu) these days...
For example, now, Xuan Hua is holding a cup of fairy spirit liquid in front of Lin Zhizhi, watching him drink it.
Sometimes, because the medicinal liquid was too bitter, Lin Zhizhi would argue that he had recovered from his injuries and the nutrients overflowed. Every time Xuanhua would insist on watching him finish drinking, and if he insisted a little longer, Master would pass the medicinal liquid through his mouth.
"Ah!!" The moment Xuanhua appeared, a scream came from behind the real person Changlu, and it was Yan Lei.
Yan Lei's eyes widened, looking at Xuan Hua, what he saw in his eyes was the shadow of the big devil (?) in purple, but what appeared in his mind was the Dao Zun, whom he had always admired more than his own master—
Are they the same person? !
Lord Taoist is the devil, and the devil is Lord Taoist? !
The real person Changlu covered his apprentice's mouth with his hand, and sighed ashamedly: "Sir, please don't mind, my apprentice has little knowledge."
When the elders of Yuntian Continent formed an alliance with Luoxian Jianzong, they had already met Xuanhua—and knew that the devil who moved Yuntian was him (… ).
After the Yuntian cultivators knew Xuanhua's true face, they had completely given up the idea of revenge (?). Only a few people asked Xuanhua why he wanted to snatch the herbal books out of curiosity. In the face of the alliance, Xuanhua reluctantly gave an answer: "The apprentice needs it."
Impressed by this earth-shattering master-disciple friendship, Changlu real person reflected on himself—every time Yan Lei pestered him to ask for more magic recipes, he was always stingy; Master and apprentice, as long as the apprentice wants, they will take it back to him.
Every time Yan Lei is injured, the real person Changlu always throws a bottle of wound medicine for him. Let’s look at other people, Dao Zun, who is by his side every day and every night and treats him tenderly. Is that so
The real person Changlu still remembered the appearance of Lord Dao Zun when he learned of Lin Zhizhi's accident, and the suffocating aura that erupted at that moment was probably not comparable to that of Cang Lun.
He almost immediately planned the status in his mind. Given the importance Xuanhua attached to Lin Zhizhi, he was afraid that no one would be able to provoke him.
Naturally, Xuanhua would not care about Yan Lei. He only watched Lin Zhizhi finish drinking the fairy liquid, and ruffled his long hair just as a reward. His eyes, which had always been emotionless, softened, like a pair of best friends. Beautiful purple gem.
Real Changlu doesn't know why, but when he looks at it, he always feels like he's being sprinkled with dog food - um, an illusion, right
Yan Lei didn't know why, but when he looked at it, he always felt a sense of envy of #otherpeople's master#—well, this must not be an illusion!
In this way, Lin Zhizhi unknowingly showed his affection in front of his elders and old acquaintances, and even brought himself into the ditch. He stayed in the Xuanhua Cave Mansion for half a month, and he did not leave the master until all the magic tricks taught by Xuanhua himself were integrated into his heart, and he could really exert his strength in the late Nascent Soul.
While Lin Zhizhi was recovering from his injuries, the progress of the battle between humans and demons was also growing step by step. Countless blood fell on all sides of the human world, and the battle became more and more intense.
Lin Zhizhi followed the command of Tianlu Zhenren, and also joined Feng Qin and others to fight against the demon race in person.
The young master of the Lin family originally thought that this was a protracted war, maybe it would last for decades or hundreds of years, but a sudden letter interrupted his thoughts.
It was a challenge letter.
From Canglun.
- Lord Mozun, who is already tens of thousands of years old, did not invite Dao Zun of the same realm, but came to challenge a twenty-year-old young man, Lin Zhizhi.
- I'm afraid it's a big joke to say it out.
What Lin Zhizhi didn't know was that Feng Qin, Jia Shu, Su Yu, and Xuan Hua had all received such letters, with the same signature, but their letter was not a challenge letter, but an invitation letter.
Cang Lun invited them to watch the competition between him and Lin Zhizhi.