"..." The second senior brother looked at his junior brother with a circle of wounds on his wrist, and carefully buried the dead spirit grass back in the spiritual field, then took out the wooden card given by the senior senior brother, and carefully inserted it in the Touching the edge of the wet Lingtian, I felt quite helpless.
I don't know how my baby is like this.
Looking at the spirit grass that looked like a sparse eyeball with its eyelashes falling out, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.
This spirit grass looks dejected, coupled with that peculiar appearance, it feels like a real living thing.
He hesitated for a while, and still hesitated: "Did you really run this spirit grass by yourself?"
He and He Yan thought the same, there are still spiritual herbs that can run on their own long legs in this world
But the younger brother has a pure heart, so there is no need to deceive them.
The third junior brother, who was adjusting the position of the wooden sign, stopped the movement of his hands for a moment, looked up at him, his dark and moist eyes focused on him, and said softly: "Yes."
The third junior brother frowned delicately, with a hint of annoyance in his tone, his cheeks puffed up slightly, "It's all my fault for not taking good care of it, so it wants to leave."
The second junior brother listened to it more and more confused, and asked doubtfully, "Aren't you the most precious thing on weekdays? Why didn't you take good care of it?"
Although the younger brother takes care of the spiritual grass in this place very carefully and diligently, if you observe carefully, you can easily find that this spiritual grass shaped like an eyeball is the one that attracts the most attention. Sometimes, they will get more spiritual spring water than other spiritual plants.
The third junior brother finally adjusted the position of the wooden sign, stood up from the ground after wiping the dirt on his hands, and muttered, "It's a bit complicated to say..."
This spirit grass is still in its infancy, and the liquid it produces is very limited, originally it was enough for him to use alone.
But now I have to give the elder brother some evenly, so it is inevitable that I will be a little nervous, so last time he didn't hold back, and after taking two bottles, he forced out another half bottle. The result was probably because he squeezed too much. Cao actually held his breath and secretly planned to escape.
If he hadn't gone to Lingtian earlier today and happened to catch it sneaking away, I'm afraid it would be gone now and never be found again!
Thinking of the consequences, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear.
Senior brother's body is really not suitable for that kind of thing, if he doesn't have this spiritual herb, he is afraid that his senior brother will be hurt, and then senior brother will avoid him even more.
The three apprentices frowned delicately, thinking full of melancholy.
Obviously the second senior brother also likes him, although it was very difficult at the beginning because both of them were inexperienced that day, but at the end, senior brother Mingming also seemed very comfortable, why did he keep avoiding him on purpose after that
Although the affairs in the peak are busy recently, no matter how busy the affairs are, it is not impossible to miss him every day. It is obvious that he is avoiding him on purpose.
He stood up from the ground, grinning with small white teeth, and opened his arms towards his senior brother.
The second senior brother reflexively stretched out his hand to pat the dirt on his clothes. After patting twice, he suddenly realized something. His movements stopped and hesitantly wanted to take his hand back.
Just now, because he was worried about the safety of his junior brother, he temporarily put aside the things that had been troubling him for the past few days. The absurdity he tried so hard to forget.
Junior Brother didn't know what he ate by mistake that day, and came to him with tears in his eyes for help. He just wanted to help Junior Brother get it out, but he didn't know what happened. Maybe he didn't care about Junior Brother. Chun, was easily seduced, and finally developed to that point...
The younger brother is still young, hasn't experienced much, has a pure heart, and is too dependent on himself, unable to distinguish the difference between family affection and love, that's why he was so calm after that night.
—Perhaps the younger brother didn't understand what happened that night at all.
But he is different, he can tell these things clearly, so he can't make mistakes by relying on the trust and reliance of his junior brother on him.
Seeing him like this, the smiles on the faces of the three apprentices faded, and they hugged his arm quickly, saying aggrievedly: "Senior Brother, my back hurts, Senior Brother, go back and give me medicine."
The second apprentice remembered the dusty footprints on his back, and the worry in his heart gained the upper hand again. After a moment of silence, he still nodded and gave a muffled hum.
As soon as the two returned to the cave, the third apprentice took off his clothes very consciously, revealing his white upper body, and then lay down on the stone bed, his long black hair fell on his back and covered his waist, revealing indistinctly left a mark.
The second apprentice squeezed the medicine bottle in his hand a little bit, sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully stretched out his hand to brush the hair from the junior disciple's back.
I saw a large dazzling bruise, printed in the middle of the white and delicate back, which looked like the front half of a shoe print, and I could vaguely see blood spots that had turned into dots.
And it's not just that, besides the most conspicuous bruises, there are several small bruises and redness on the junior brother's back and waist, which should have been hit by things like stones.
Junior brother is such a delicate person, he usually frowns and tears in pain when he falls, but now that he is injured like this, he still doesn't know what the pain is like.
He opened the medicine bottle, dug out a milky white paste medicine with a faint fragrance, spread it on his palm, carefully melted it with his body temperature, and then applied it on his junior brother's back.
The junior brother moaned and chirped, his voice was also hoarse, with a hint of crying or not, which disturbed him.
This ointment is very effective. Once it was wiped off, the large bruise disappeared a lot in an instant. After rubbing it several times, it turned into a light blue mark, which would disappear automatically in a short time.
After carefully applying the medicine to the wounds on his back, he pulled his junior brother's wrist and carefully applied it on the swollen wrist.
The younger brother's wrist is very slender, the wrist bones are thin and protruding, under the pale skin are winding blue-purple blood vessels, which seem to be broken easily, and the fingers are also very thin, with distinct white roots.
But that night, it was these seemingly weak hands that firmly held down his own, and they didn't let him go until his consciousness was in a blur.
The second apprentice paused, not understanding why he suddenly remembered this.
He closed his eyes, trying to suppress all the messy things in his mind, but the junior brother who was lying on the bed suddenly held his fingers, crying softly in pain.
The second apprentice's heart beat wildly, and he asked nervously, "Where else are you hurt?"
The third apprentice pulled his hand down, with wetness in his eyes, he hummed like a little beast that hasn't grown up and can't take care of himself: "It hurts badly here."
The second apprentice's fingers twitched reflexively, trying to shake off the younger brother's hand, but the younger apprentice immediately covered his freshly medicated wrist with the other hand, knit his brows together, and let out a sob of pain , looking at him aggrievedly.
He froze his arms, not daring to move.
…
After all the guests arrived, ten days later, under the non-stop preparations of Master Kong Yue, He Yan's tribulation ceremony began very quickly.
—To be precise, it should be He Yan's catastrophe-crossing ceremony and Liao Yezhou's baby-making ceremony, but the master's limelight is too much, which makes the apprentice who should be called a genius made in heaven a bit dim.
Because He Yan is the only monk who has broken through to the middle stage of the catastrophe in the past thousand years, in order to build a good relationship with him, the monks who came to this grand ceremony without exception have prepared very generous gifts. The other party leaves a bad impression.
Therefore, all the items presented are rare and rare treasures, which are much higher than the standard of ordinary gifts.
Liao Yezhou followed suit and received a lot of valuable gifts. Although it was incomparable with the treasures received by the master, which could cause many people to fight for any one, but for a Nascent Soul cultivator, It can be called a grand ceremony and directly make a fortune.
If he was a real Nascent Soul cultivator, he might feel joyful because of this, but it's a pity that these things couldn't catch his eyes, so his mood didn't fluctuate.
He didn't even listen carefully to the list of gifts reported by the servants, his gaze was docilely lowered, and fell on the field, but his spiritual sense went to the master from time to time.
Because he is also one of the protagonists today, Liao Yezhou sat on the main seat with the master, but the position was slightly lower, so as to show respect for the master.
In order to maintain his demeanor in front of others, he couldn't turn his head from time to time, so he could only keep his gaze away, sitting in his seat and not daring to move.
His attitude, in the eyes of others, was interpreted with different meanings.
One person sized him up for a while, and whispered to the person next to him, "Real Master Kongxuan is not an easy disciple."
The person next to him sneered, "What do you need to say? This person is extremely talented, and he was inconspicuously suppressed by the master at the ceremony, but he didn't show the slightest sense of injustice; It can be seen that the heart is extremely firm and the vision is high, but with such a magnanimity in the Yuanying period, it will definitely not be a fuel-efficient lamp in the future!"
As he spoke, he raised his eyelids and looked up the stage. He didn't know what he saw, and suddenly let out a "hey".
The person who spoke first asked him, "What's wrong?"
He kept his eyes on the main seat for a few seconds, and couldn't help frowning, "Master Kongxuan—"
He paused for a moment, and then expressed his discovery suspiciously: "...Yuanyang has been lost?"
After hearing the name of the senior brother, the real Kongyue who eavesdropped on his mind as if nothing had happened: "..."