I Also Want To Spiritually Cultivate With Shizun Today

Chapter 3

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Qi Shu was brought back to Kunlun by Lingxiao Xianzun when he was twelve or thirteen years old.

At that time, his hometown was robbed and the whole village was slaughtered overnight. He hid in a dry well for three days and three nights, until a white light fell from the sky and lifted him up, like a warm embrace.

After the white light dissipated, he saw his master.

In the days when he first arrived in Kunlun, before Qi Shu came out of the shadow of family ruin, Gu Hanjiang ate and lived with him and took good care of him.

It was not the first time to take medicine, let alone undress.

But today, at this moment, Qi Shu finds it very strange.

Especially when his master said this, his expression was calm and serious, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

The only thing that was wrong was Qi Shu.

Qi Shu wished he could throw Zhang Dun's talisman and escape immediately, but Gu Hanjiang still pressed his shoulder. The force was very light, and the palm was very cold, but there was an air of undeniable rejection.

So, he could only shake his hands, and under the gaze of his master, he untied the belt he had put on carefully in the morning with his own hands.

The fairy robe was as soft as silk, and as soon as Qi Shu opened the neckline, the clothes slid down his shoulders.

A small piece of white shoulder was exposed.

Qi Shu himself had a ghost in his heart, so nervous that he didn't even dare to lift his head, and naturally he didn't notice his master's sudden look away.

And a little breathless for a moment.

"Turn around." Gu Hanjiang's voice sank.

Qi Shu said "Oh", and turned around obediently.

On the back of his shoulder, there was a deep scar that had scabbed over, and the area around the wound was still bright red.

This was when Jiaolong scratched his paw that day when he was exorcising demons in Wuying Mountain. The beast's paws were probably poisoned, and it hadn't healed for several days after the injury, and it was an inconvenient place like the back shoulder, so Qi Shu let it go.

"It might hurt." Gu Hanjiang whispered, "Be patient."

Qi Shulian fought fiercely with the demon dragon for three days and three nights, and he didn't even frown because of his internal and external injuries. Just as he was about to nod, his body tensed up suddenly.

Gu Hanjiang's hand was covered with ointment, and it lightly fell on his shoulder.

Xu was afraid of hurting him, so Gu Hanjiang's movements were gentle and meticulous, which made the slight pain almost negligible. But the skin of the wound was already sensitive, and after being gently brushed over with fingers like that, the cold touch of the ointment passed away, replaced by an itching that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Qi Shu leaned sideways on the back of the chair, clenched his fingers tightly in his collar, and subconsciously bit his lip.

Turned the medicine into the punishment.

"Does it hurt so much?" Gu Hanjiang asked, feeling the trembling of the texture under his palm.

"... Hmm." Qi Shu responded in a low voice.

How should he explain this.

Because I haven't seen Master for too long, and I can't stand the teasing, can the well-prepared medicine cause some reactions that I shouldn't have

Qi Shu curled up his legs calmly, endured until his eyes were a little red, and outsiders really looked like he was in pain, and even his voice was phony: "It's still not alright?"

"Okay." Gu Hanjiang straightened up, his brows furrowed in displeasure, "I let you travel down the mountain, why are you more delicate than before?"

It's not coquettish, he's restrained, just afraid of scaring the master!

Qi Shu thought angrily in his heart.

He got up and straightened his clothes, only to realize something later: "Master, you mean that it is indeed your order to let me travel down the mountain?"

There was no warning in advance for Immortal Ling Xiao's retreat and Qi Shu's trip down the mountain.

Qi Shu still remembered that on the day when Lingxiao Xianzun went into seclusion, he got up early as usual and came to pay his respects to the master, but found that the room was empty.

He didn't know what happened until Elder Qinglan announced that he would act as the head in the morning class.

The monks retreated for at least a few months, and as many as three to five years. Qi Shu was naturally displeased when the master left without saying goodbye. But he is just a disciple and cannot have any objection to the master's decision.

During that time, when he was not practicing, he ran outside the entrance of Lingxu Cave and stayed there all afternoon.

He just waited for more than a year, but what he waited for was an order from the acting head to let him go down the mountain to travel for a period of time.

The Kunlun Sword Sect never forced its disciples to go down the mountain to travel, the other party said in a cryptic manner, what he said was that he had completed his cultivation and was not too young, so he should go down the mountain to see and see the world. But Qi Shu could hear the overt and hidden meanings.

Immortal Ling Xiao is now at a critical stage of cultivation, and he guards the entrance of the Lingxu Cave every day, which may affect his cultivation.

Qi Shu looked at the embarrassment on the acting head's face, and the packaged magic weapon that had been packed for him on the table in advance, and even felt like being swept out of the house.

Therefore, when he went down the mountain, Qi Shu felt a little resentful.

Hearing this question, Immortal Ling Xiao rarely hesitated. He slowly put down the ointment, sat back on the main seat, and then replied softly: "Yes."

As expected.

Qi Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

After such a long time, the resentment in his heart has already disappeared.

In fact, Qi Shu was a bit too much back then. Whose apprentice quit his business every day, ran to guard the entrance of his master's retreat, and guarded it for more than a year.

His master didn't directly beat him out back then, it was considered as a face to him.

Qi Shu said sincerely: "The disciple shouldn't have disturbed the master's Qingxiu at the beginning, the disciple knew it was wrong."

"I never—" Gu Hanjiang paused.

Qi Shu blinked.

This is a rare thing. Immortal Ling Xiao is aloof, respected by thousands of people, and has a cold and serious temperament. When has he hesitated to speak like now.

Gu Hanjiang: "... nothing."

Qi Shu: "But the master just said what he wanted to say."

"No." Gu Hanjiang obviously didn't want to talk to him, and rushed away with a blank expression, "You have an injury, so you should rest earlier and go back."

Qi Shu was dreaming again.

In the dream, Immortal Ling Xiao sat on a bluestone on the top of the cliff, meditating with his eyes closed. It was snowing heavily on the top of the cliff, but he couldn't get close to him at all.

His luck was not stable, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was a faint blackness between his brows.

Master—

Qi Shu wanted to wake him up, but just like the previous few times, he couldn't make a sound, and couldn't even approach him.

So, he could only watch helplessly as the black air became more and more intense, gradually engulfing the stream of spiritual power around Gu Hanjiang, and then enveloping him in every possible way.

Pain appeared on Gu Hanjiang's face. Suddenly, his whole body was shaken and he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The snow in front of him was stained with blood, Qi Shu raised his head, and met Master's eyes that had turned bright red and were cold and merciless.

Qi Shu washed his face with water, and the water dripped down his chin slowly.

His dream became more and more outrageous, but also more and more real.

Qi Shu squatted by the pool in front of the house, looking at the dark night and the high moon in the sky, feeling quite helpless.

It's fine to have such an outrageous dream, every time I wake up from the dream, and then I can't fall asleep again.

This day is really impossible.

Qi Shu sighed, wiped off the water from his face, and was about to go back to the room to meditate carefully, but suddenly heard a crisp sound in the night.

The sound of something being smashed.

The Baizhang Peak was lonely and deserted at night, which made the sound even more abrupt. There were only him and Immortal Ling Xiao on the entire Baizhang Peak, so it was self-evident where the voice came from.

"Master, are you awake?" Qi Shu came lightly to the door of Gu Hanjiang's room and knocked on the door.

No one responded.

Qi Shu frowned.

The house was very quiet, and the candle lights had long been extinguished, as if no one was awake.

But the sound just now was by no means fake.

Qi Shu waited for a while and still didn't get a response, so he said softly: "Master, I offended you."

He pushed the door and walked in.

It was dark in the room. Fortunately, practitioners have excellent eyesight, even in the dark, it does not affect their vision. Qi Shu came to the inner room by car, but he didn't see anyone, only the broken teacup on the ground.

There is also overflowing tea.

The bedding on the bed was messy, Qi Shu reached in and touched it, and it was completely cold.

Qi Shu suddenly panicked.

It was the same last time, but when he woke up, his master was gone.

he won't...

Qi Shu was about to get up when he suddenly felt a dangerous aura approaching. When he came out, he didn't have time to take the sword, subconsciously turned his palm into a blade, and slashed behind him forcefully.

But a pair of cold hands grabbed the wrist.

Those hands were very strong, they held his wrists and twisted gently, and they pressed Qi Shu into the bed.

A cold body came up from behind.

Qi Shu recognized who it was.

The hazy moonlight spilled into the room through the window, Qi Shu turned his head, and clearly saw Gu Hanjiang's very handsome face, which was neither sad nor happy, and a trace of blackness flashed between his brows.

It's a sign of madness.

The author has something to say: I have only written the third chapter, and the whole world can see that Xiao Shu can't be attacked, except himself.

What a pity