Fast Travel: Playing like a baby in the arms of a sickly villain

When Rong Zhou woke up, looking at the unfamiliar environment, his drowsy consciousness immediately came to his senses, and he sat up in a jerk, except for a slight soreness in some places on his body, he felt nothing else.

But he should have broken ribs.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a pair of hands hanging by the bed, his eyes were filled with joy, and when he looked aside, the joy in his eyes immediately froze.

"...the master."

Chu Ci had just closed his eyes and rested for a while, when he heard Rong Zhou's voice, he opened his eyes immediately, and was relieved to see that the man who had been lying for five days finally woke up.

"If you don't wake up again, I doubt Qing Ling can kill me." He breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he woke up.

"Master!" Rong Zhou's eyes lit up immediately.

Why is the master not here, but the head of the sect, and this place is also very strange.

The smile on Chu Ci's face froze suddenly, and he reached out his hand to rub Rong Zhou's head, but the latter avoided it directly, and he withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "Your master... he has gone to retreat."

Rong Zhou froze when he was about to get out of bed, then fell heavily back on the bed, wanted to speak but couldn't speak a word, his voice was choked in his throat.

After a long silence, he finally found his own voice, "Master, it's two months before..."

Why did you go to retreat so many days in advance!

"It was supposed to be two months before going to retreat, but...forget it, your master entrusted you to me, and you will practice here from now on, and I will treat you like a disciple."

Such a good seedling must of course be cultivated well. It is indeed reasonable for Qing Ling not to let go of this apprentice. He has only practiced for more than a month, and he can win two games in a row. Others, there is no chance of winning at all.

Rong Zhou lowered his head, pain flashed in his eyes, is it because of him that Master...

"Master, did he retreat early because I was so angry, or did Master really not want me anymore?"

He still remembered what Master said to him when he fell down, if he didn't admit defeat, he wouldn't recognize him anymore.

Chu Ci looked at his drooping little head, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but finally stopped in mid-air, "Your master either doesn't want you, or he..."

Chu Ci didn't know what to say to Rong Zhou for a while.

After all, it was indeed because of Rong Zhou that Qing Ling retreated in advance. At that time, Qing Ling rushed forward at the first time, picked up Rong Zhou who was not intact in front of many fairy gates, and injected spiritual energy to heal his injuries.

Originally, the fairy spirit scattered in his body was eating away at his spiritual power all the time, and he suddenly injected a large amount of spiritual power to heal Rong Zhou's wounds. How could his body bear it? Convey the whole body plan.

Losing his own spiritual power to Rong Zhou, he rescued Rong Zhou who was about to go to the gate of hell.

But Qing Ling couldn't suppress the fairy powder in his body naturally, and finally combined with the power of other elders, suppressed the devouring of the fairy powder again, and sent him to retreat.

Rong Zhou clenched his fists tightly, and there were tears in his lowered eyes.

Master is gone, and he has been alone for the past four years.

*

After resting for three days, Rong Zhou disregarded the persuasion of the master Chu Ci, and moved back to Qingling Palace. On the way, he vaguely heard someone discussing the master. past.

"I didn't expect Qingling Xianzun to be so kind to his apprentice, and it seems that his strength is also extremely strong. Otherwise, how could there be a disciple as powerful as Rong Zhou?"

"Who said no, which immortal would inject the spiritual power of his whole body for his apprentice. At that time, I couldn't believe it. I almost vomited blood."

"Yes, after this incident, the waste of Qingling Immortal Venerable is completely washed away. It is estimated that if Qingling Immortal Venerable still recruits disciples, the threshold will be broken."

Rong Zhou froze in place, his mind went blank, and slowly he felt a little faint, with a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a surge of energy and blood.

The ground was stained bright red.

The voices of those people gradually faded away, and they couldn't quite hear what they said clearly.

Rong Zhou slowly fell to the ground, tears rolled down his eyes.

It turns out that Master retreated early because of him.

It was already four hours later when Rong Zhou arrived at Qingling Hall, the hall still looked familiar to him, but everything was so empty.

He walked into the inner room, and there seemed to be the breath of the master in the room, but the master...

Loneliness and self-blame flashed in his eyes, and it was because he was not strong enough that Master worried about him everywhere. In the past five years, he will definitely become stronger, and he will become the most proud disciple of Master.

*

The first month that Master left.

He hadn't fallen asleep for a long time, even though at the beginning because the quilt was stained with Master's breath, it seemed that Master was present in the room, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

During this month, he practiced diligently every day, and his cultivation base improved a lot. The head master praised him, but he couldn't be happy at all. He missed his master and missed him very much.

*

The first year that Master left.

All the furnishings in the room have not changed in any way, and he wants to keep the room as it was before the master left.

During this year, he gradually got used to the fact that Master is not by his side, but when he sees beautiful things, he still wants to share them with Master as soon as possible.

Also, he is already taller than Shizun, and he can't even wear Shizun's clothes. I don't know if Shizun will dislike him for wearing his clothes. He thinks Shizun loves him so much, so he probably won't .

*

The second year after Master left.

He also had a dream. In the dream, the master looked at him tenderly with watery eyes. In the dream, he hugged the master tightly and pressed him in his arms. In the dream, he seemed to have done something to the master. A lot of excessive things.

He didn't know what it was then.

*

The third year since Master left.

He went down the mountain to practice, and put on his favorite red, which really suits him best, but Master couldn't see it.

He had heard many stories on the way of training, many of which were about love. After a few days of training, he realized that his affection for the master had surpassed that of the master and the apprentice, and he fell in love with his master. .seven

*

It is the fourth year since Master left.

His paper figurine technique has been perfected. Finally, one day, he cut a paper figurine and turned it into the appearance of Shizun. That nice medicinal scent.

But when this identical paper figurine wanted to rub his head like his master, he felt sick, and the paper figurine burned up with just one finger.

Sure enough, they look the same, speak the same language, and even breathe the same, and they are not his master.

Fortunately, Master is about to end his retreat soon.

His patience was finally coming to an end.

Master, I will not let you go this time.