The medicated bath is not as scary as Xie Ziyou imagined. The basin is filled with light blue spiritual water instead of black and bitter medicinal juice. The feeling of soaking in it is not like being put into the bottom of a spicy pot, but rather like soaking in a hot spring. A sense of leisure.
The fire-type crystals are densely spread out under the wooden barrel, emitting a faint but bright halo like candle flames. The heat is continuous, passing through the wooden basin, into the water, and maintaining the spiritual water at a comfortable temperature.
Xie Ziyou was still tense at the beginning, but after soaking, his muscles could not help but gradually relax, every sweat pore was opened, and he breathed deeply.
The light mist curls up on the water, like a thin cloud, which is very pleasant.
Not long after, the system came back with the test sheet: "It's nothing to worry about, it's all a great tonic, full of spiritual energy."
Xie Ziyou clasped the edge of the basin with both hands, put his white face on his arms, closed his eyes slightly, and nodded comfortably.
"Did I misunderstand Wang Yun?" The young man blinked his long eyelashes, and said to himself in front of the rising water vapor, "She treats her son pretty well?"
The system said, "Maybe?"
"Perfunctory."
Xie Ziyou muttered something, his bad intentions suddenly arose, and he waved his white fingers lightly in the water, raising a curtain of water, and sprinkled it on the little system bee hovering beside the basin.
... failed, and was lightly flashed by the bees.
The two of them had a good time, but it was Xie Heng who shared his spiritual gratitude.
The temperature of the water was constant and the torrent was turbulent, making Xie Heng's heart, mouth and throat agitated.
Different from the perspective of bones seen when chopping firewood in a coma, he is awake at the moment, but a large double image is swaying in front of his eyes, clearly in front of him is a simple stone table and the wafting smell of food, and with a slight sway, he suddenly turns into a young man's smooth and delicate body. From the calf, the nose is as cold as ice and snow, mixed with some fresh aroma of grass and trees.
Crazy crazy.
It's fine to dream that the enemy has changed sex, but what the hell is it in imagining that the other party is taking a bath!
Xie Heng couldn't bear it any longer, stood up abruptly, and the weak profound energy from the reconstruction shook the chair away.
"Knock me out, quick!"
Under Xu Wan'er's astonished gaze, the young man staggered around like a headless fly, grabbed a piece of dry wood from the stove, gestured for a moment, found that it was not heavy enough, threw it down impatiently, turned around and rushed towards the bench , grabbed the short stool leg, waved his hand, and smashed it hard on the top of the head—
Xu Wan'er dropped the bowl and chopsticks in a hurry, and rushed forward: "No thanks, brother!"
She pulled the bench from the hand of the dazed young man, threw it aside with a "bang", grabbed Xie Heng's shoulder and said anxiously: "Brother Xie, what's wrong with you?"
What's wrong, Xie Heng wanted to cry without tears, he also wanted to know what happened to himself!
But in the current situation, he couldn't help hesitating. The warm water brought gusts of hot air, and at the same time it washed Xie Ziyou's body with a thin layer of red. The naked young boy's toes curled up comfortably. People who practice martial arts have no fat on their bodies, and every line is graceful and just right.
The skin as white as enamel has a smooth and transparent feeling, and a charming blush spreads from the depths of the skin. The long black hair like sandalwood floats in the water, with strands fully visible, swimming like duckweed.
He played with the system, the water surface was rippling, and the white body under the water surface was dishonest.
Xie Heng tightly covered his eyes with one hand, but the double image disappeared, but the hallucination became more and more clear. As Xie Ziyou's figure swayed, Xie Heng caught a glimpse of a very impactful scene—
There was a buzzing in the boy's mind.
It's hot on the lips.
Xie Heng wiped his nose, looked down, his hands were covered with blood.
"Brother Xie!" Xu Wan'er hurriedly pulled the handkerchief on the table, grabbed Xie Heng's shoulders, and wanted to help him wipe his face, "Brother Xie, why...why did you suddenly have a nosebleed?"
Xie Heng pinched his nose in embarrassment, his heart was full of grief and anger, his mind was full of "kill me, let me pass out", he was no longer attached to the bench, he lowered his head slightly in desperation, and slammed towards the stone wall behind him. Knock—
There was severe pain, and all voices froze.
The young man's eyes suddenly went dark, he froze for a moment, then fell backwards.
The six roots are clean, and the world is peaceful.
... It's strange.
Finally got his wish, Xie Heng, who passed out, found sadly that the real suffering had just begun.
When his body was completely unconscious, the feeling of being possessed by a foreign object increased instead of diminishing.
Now there are indeed no blurred and double images in front of his eyes, because all the stone houses, stone tables, Xu Wan'er, etc. have all disappeared, and the soul is imprisoned in an isolated space like the day, leaving only rippling water splashes and clearly visible ... Xie Ziyou taking a bath.
And he even lost the right to blink.
…
Xie Ziyou really fell in love with the feeling of soaking in medicinal baths, from the dark sky to the willow shoots on the moon.
If he wasn't afraid of skin creases, he could sit in this bathtub all night, and he could even lie down and sleep in it.
The fire spar also had strong endurance, keeping the water warm until Xie Ziyou got up lazily and changed his clothes, and his spiritual power did not decline—in short, it can still be used next time.
It's amazing.
Xie Ziyou even felt distressed. He had played a very powerful person before, but he was so focused on doing tasks that he didn't enjoy the benefits of a villain's life at all. The great wealth was wasted—ah no, he was helping the protagonist to keep it on his behalf.
"I've decided that from today on, I'll be a luxurious villain. Eat, drink, and take a bath every day."
The boy was wrapped in pajamas that had been heated by the charcoal fire, with a satisfied face, he said seriously.
Of course, when changing into new clothes, Xie Ziyou didn't forget to fish out the glazed sword bone at the bottom of the pelvis and put it in his arms again.
Perhaps it was because the body temperature of the skin soaked in hot water was higher, and Xie Ziyou, who was so comfortable that he felt a little tired, didn't notice that the sword bone in his hand was also slightly hot, emitting warm heat like sunlight, which lingered for a long time.
Xie's son-in-law spoke, and the matter of soaking in the medicinal bath was settled.
Xie Ziyou came back from sword practice every day, sweating all over his body, soaking in the water for an hour with his heart and eyes full of thoughts.
He even discussed with the system the possibility of digging a hot spring in the yard, paving the bottom with flint stones, planting a string of spiritual plants on both sides, digging a culvert, connecting it to the running water in the mountain, and building a circulation system, just like...
"Wine Pond Meat Forest." The system teased.
"Go, go, go," Xie Ziyou waved his hand in disgust, narrowing his beautiful peach eyes slightly, "Why don't you just soak in a pool, what a big deal."
But before Xie Ziyou told "this little thing" to his cheap mother, one day a week later, when Xie Ziyou opened the courtyard door excitedly, he didn't see the familiar bathtub.
The shivering servant knelt down on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, the spar and the elixir... are out of stock. The villain has asked the warehouse to buy them quickly, but the elixir is hard to find. I'm afraid... it will take a few days."
Xie Ziyou was slightly taken aback: "Have you run out of spar and elixir?"
"...Yes." The servant smiled wryly, "Young master has excellent talent, and the medicinal and spiritual power he absorbed is comparable to two people. It's the villain's fault. The villain underestimated the young master, and that's why..."
The boy leaned over and knelt down, kowtowing again and again.
He was really suffering—in fact, it was far more than the amount of two people. The spar was planned to be used for a month, but he didn't expect that Mr. Xie was slender, but his body was like a bottomless pit that swallowed spiritual power. , so he sucked up the elixir spar prepared in advance for one month.
Xie Ziyou was also dumbfounded.
After waving his hand to make the trembling servant retreat, Xie Ziyou sat down by the table, propped his chin, and asked doubtfully, "System, am I very talented in cultivation?"
The system thought for a moment, and replied: "Talent is actually an unstable factor, and it will be affected by the outside world and the acquired environment in many ways..."
Xie Ziyou snorted, his delicate nose trembled slightly, and he snorted.
"Where are there so many crooked ideas," he dissatisfied, "Just tell me to count 13 myself."
"... Youyou!" The system shook his head with a wry smile.
Forget it, today Xie Ziyou was dragged by the instructor to demonstrate swordsmanship. He swung a set of sword moves a thousand times. He was already exhausted and sweaty.
On the other side, in the dimly lit stone house, Xie Heng was also in a bad mood.
In the past few days, at dusk, strange visions would appear in front of his eyes, without exception, they were beautiful and charming pictures - a young man with red lips and white teeth lazily sitting in the bathtub, water drops dripping down his long wet hair After entering the water, more drops of water slowly trickled down the white neck that was steamed red, and covered the delicate butterfly bones.
How could a young man with a fresh blood be able to endure such torture
Xie Heng couldn't show his flaws, and made his benefactor and sister in the same room suspicious. After angrily hitting the wall to no avail, he could only find an excuse. At this time every night, he went up the mountain to find a stream to take a cold bath.
The good name is: strengthen your body and prepare for the audit.
Although the process was painful, Xie Heng also discovered its benefits after a long time - whenever he had hallucinations, there would be a slightly hot pure aura, carrying the essence of plants and trees, quietly entering his body, warming the meridians, repairing damage.
A few days passed, not only did the injury on his chest heal a lot, but even the place where the sword bone was dug out showed a faint outline, as if a small sword was gradually forming in the hollow bone. Although it was illusory and transparent, one could imagine a God, this small sword purely condensed from spiritual energy will replace the glazed sword bone and become his new spiritual bone.
Does this have anything to do with Xie Ziyou
Xie Heng supported himself on the rock with his right hand, and he jumped into the rushing stream with a "plop" like a wild goose on the flat sand, splashing everywhere. In early spring, when the snow had just melted, the water flowing down from the top of the mountain was very fast, carrying a biting chill, and the boy couldn't help shivering as soon as he was immersed in the water.
Xie Heng calmed down a bit, thinking that there must be a relationship.
Otherwise, why didn't he see other people taking a bath, but only saw Xie Ziyou
His good brother... Could it be that he played a trick on him
The warm current coming from nowhere is even more strange, warming and nourishing his meridians without anyone noticing, making him cultivate from the beginning, which is more than ten times faster than before. In just a few days, he has recovered to the second rank.
Could this be what Xie Ziyou did on purpose
Could it be that it was not Xie Ziyou's intention to deprive himself of the sword bone before, but was forcibly forced by Xie Yushen
But the relationship between him and this younger brother is extremely bad, every time they meet, apart from sarcasm, it's just sarcasm...
Xie Heng sat in the ice-cold stream, letting the water flow over his neck. There was no one in the barren hills, and there were many shadows, intertwined with the bright and clear moonlight, casting mottled shadows on the handsome young man's face as sharp as a knife.
The more he thought about it, the more he became entangled, and all his thoughts became a mess. For a while, a voice shouted in his head, "He hates you and killed you", and for a while, the water was dancing, the ripples were light, and the tulle was slightly lifted, revealing a touch of cleanliness. Delicate calves.
"Wow!"
Xie Heng's ears were slightly red, he picked up a handful of ice water and splashed it on his cheeks.
The young man covered his hot cheeks and licked his molars fiercely, thinking that there is no need to think about it, this must be a Gu, this Xie Ziyou who killed thousands of swords, just took away his sword bone, and even plotted against him, using illusions to lure him Of!
How shameless!
"Ah-ahh!"