Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

He should know what the young man's name is. He remembers the back and the red clothes he saw in Hei Ren's memory.

Now that he also saw the man in red in his apprentice's soul, he was somewhat certain about the guess that his apprentice was Ning Qingmo.

It's just like the devilish energy that once lurked in the apprentice's body, he didn't know if it was something left over from Ning Qingmo.After all, compared to the Demon Lord's strength, his Sanxian cultivation base is really nothing.

And he didn't know what happened to Ning Qingmo later.

But at least at the moment, it doesn't matter to him whether his apprentice is Ning Qingmo, the apprentice is still his apprentice, not someone else.

The apprentice sat on the side of the bed, glanced at Xuanzhu, then glanced ahead, and asked cautiously: "Master, is it really possible?"

Xuan Zhu lay on his side on the bed, propped his head with one hand, his black hair was loose behind him, and looked at the other party with the corners of his eyes hanging slightly: "You said you wanted to do it, do you want to go back on it? Forget it."

As he said that, he was about to get up. Seeing that he was about to get up, the young man immediately held his arm and said, "I will do it, I will do it!"

As if afraid that Xuanzhu would regret it at any time, he said: "Master has found something for me, no matter what, I have to work hard."

The young man smiled. If he was really Ning Qingmo, he would not be able to see a bit of the fierce loneliness belonging to the demon king Ning Qingmo on this face. His smile was a little silly, and Xuanzhu felt happy when he saw it. .

The youth still doesn't know anything, and can't remember who he really is.

Xuan Zhu guessed that maybe he was seriously injured and lost his memory after taking the house.

In this fantasy dream he created with the meteorite lamp and mana, the young man still thought that he was Wen Qingmo, or the Wen Qingmo who had never expressed his love to him, and even looked at him without deep love.

As Wen Qingmo, he waited for Xuanzhu for five years.

After Xuanzhu left the customs, the master and the apprentice began to accompany each other to spend the leisurely and carefree days in Wuyou Mountain.

Hei Ren lay on one side, flicking his tail, enjoying himself playing with a ball of wool that Xuan Zhu found for him.

Wen Qingmo moved to the desk next to the bed, looked at the white jade slab and an iron pot on the desk, in the iron pot was caramel being simmered, he hesitated and didn't know what to do.

Xuanzhu didn't know what the little apprentice was thinking, probably because he was afraid of losing his own face if he didn't do well, and he didn't want to destroy Xuanzhu's image in his heart.

When the caramel was almost ready to be drawn, Wen Qingmo glanced at Xuan Zhu who was staring at him, then lowered his head, then picked up the spoon that was put aside, looking a little nervous, after scooping up a spoonful of caramel, he finally got serious. I really started to create sugar figures on the wooden board according to Xuanzhu's posture at this time.

After that, there was no sound between the two and the lion for a short period of time.

Xuanzhu smelled the sweet smell in the air, until he heard that Hei Ren was tired from playing with the ball of wool and started snoring, and there was no sound in the cave again.

According to the previous agreement with his apprentice, Xuan Zhu did not deliberately look at his works, but just stared at every change in his expression. When he found that his apprentice stopped moving but did not make a sound, he pretended to yawn and asked: " Hei Ren is asleep, haven't you finished yet?"

Wen Qingmo heard his words, raised her eyes to meet his gaze for a moment, then moved away.

Sugar figurines are originally a craft that requires people to have sharp eyes and quick hands, and to make them at one go. However, this kind of craft that requires speed cannot be done slowly by Wen Qingmo, so obviously he has already finished it. It's just that he didn't dare to tell Xuan Zhu.

Wen Qingmo remained silent, then pinched the bamboo stick under the completed sugar figurine, and the sugar figurine disappeared from the desk in a blink of an eye, and had already entered his universe bag.

"Master, I don't count the one just now, let me make another one!" Wen Qingmo suggested, but this time he met Xuan Zhu's eyes, and when he found that there was a strong sense of humor in it, his cheekbones immediately turned red , but did not move away.

Xuan Zhu turned over from the bed, walked in front of the apprentice, bent his index finger and tapped the other's forehead lightly: "No, as a teacher, I want the one just now."

Wen Qingmo bit her lower lip, then took out her work with an expression of death, and put it on the wooden board.

Xuan Zhu lowered his head and glanced, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, then he laughed out loud, and finally laughed loudly: "Qing Mo, it seems that you don't have any talent for art."

"Art talent?"

In fact, even if he didn't know the meaning of these four words, he knew from Xuan Zhu's expression that the master must have laughed at him for being too ugly.Before he became a sugar figure, he felt that he must not be able to do it well, and the facts proved that his premonition was not wrong at all.

"It's just that there is no talent in painting and the like."

Xuan Zhu snatched the sugar figure that the apprentice wanted to hide.

Wen Qingmo used nearly a stick of incense to make this sugar figurine earlier, with a meticulous expression on his face, those who didn’t know thought he was studying some peerless secret book, but the finished product turned out to be such a lump that it was impossible to tell what it was Reliefs of things.

"Actually, this little thing is unique and cute."

Xuan Zhu comforted the apprentice who wanted to bury himself in the soil because of his shame, and he suggested that he make one, and if he didn't do well, Wen Qingmo could just laugh at him.

Wen Qingmo hesitated for a moment, and asked embarrassingly: "Does the master want me to pose?" He didn't want to see how good Xuanzhu's skills are, but simply because the master wanted to make his sugar figure with his own hands. Something pleases him.

Xuan Zhu thought for a while, he let Wen Qingmo sit on the bed, then took his right hand, let him make a fist first, then fiddled with the index finger and middle finger, made a V shape, and placed it on Wen Qingmo's white and tender chest. next to the face.

Wen Qingmo was at a loss, not understanding what this gesture meant.

Xuan Zhu felt that the apprentice at this time was really cute. He suppressed a smile and cleared his throat: "Just don't move in this posture. Qing Mo, you are not allowed to watch me do it."

Wen Qingmo nodded obediently.

So Wen Qingmo kept his posture, watching Xuanzhu from the beginning to the end, sometimes bowing his head like a sugar figure, sometimes looking up at him, the smile on the corners of his eyes seemed to fly into his heart like a butterfly, and stayed in his heart all the time The circling and dancing made his heart itch.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Will we stay in Wuyou Mountain for a long time? Don't we need to travel down the mountain?"

"It all depends on what you think."

"...I want to stay on the mountain."

"Then we'll stay on the mountain." Xuan Zhu scooped up the apprentice-shaped sugar painting with a shovel and stuck it on a bamboo stick, "Just wait for it to solidify for a while."

Wen Qingmo walked quickly in front of Xuanzhu in three steps and two steps in parallel. When he saw the lifelike sugar figurine made by Xuanzhu on the slate, although it was not as good as those artists who specialize in making sugar figurines, Wen Qingmo liked it. No way.

Holding it in his hand, he turned his sugar painting around, raised his head, and affirmed Xuan Zhu's artistic attainments: "Master, you are very talented in art."

That earnest compliment coupled with such a modern sentence hit Xuan Zhu's smile, and he rubbed Wen Qingmo's cheek with both hands: "You really believe what I say."

Wen Qingmo's head swayed from side to side following the swaying of the candle, and he couldn't articulate his words clearly: "I believe what the lion and tiger say." There seemed to be three words "otherwise" on his head.

"There are also skills in being a sugar figure, and you can learn it with a lot of practice." Xuan Zhu let go of his hand with a smile, and he drew Wen Qingmo to his side, "Do you want Master to teach you?"

Wen Qingmo couldn't wait for it: "Let's make a Hei Ren next." He took the spoon again and scooped up a spoonful of caramel.

"it is good."

Xuan Zhu stood behind Wen Qingmo, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding his apprentice's hand, and methodically cast it on the stone slab, drawing a sugar painting in the shape of Hei Ren.

"It's done, let's try again?"

Xuan Zhu let go of his hand, but got no response from his apprentice.He was half a head taller than his apprentice, and when he looked sideways at his apprentice, he saw that the earlobe exposed between the hair was dyed a thin layer of red.It wasn't just on a whim, but on the spur of the moment, he pinched his apprentice's ear with two fingers, it was soft, but it felt very good.

Wen Qingmo was taken aback: "Master, master?!" He stood motionless in front of Xuan Zhu.

Xuan Zhu's hand that was originally placed behind his back also circled his apprentice's waist, and said in a low voice: "The ears are red."

When Xuan Zhu realized what he had done and said, it was too late to stop his sudden bad taste.

Now it's not just that the ears are red, Wen Qingmo's whole face is red.

Xuan Zhu coughed lightly, stepped back from behind his apprentice, and stood aside: "Qing Mo, next you make another one yourself."

"Ah."

Unable to calm down, Wen Qingmo obeyed obediently.

So for the next period of time, Hei Ren was still sleeping soundly, while Xuanwen, the master and his apprentice, made sugar figurines for most of the day, until the grass handle next to the table was filled with all kinds of weird-shaped sugar paintings. .

Not long after, Wen Qingmo finally devoted himself to being a sugar figure again, until—his hands trembled suddenly, the spoon fell to the ground with a "bang", he supported the table with both hands, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face Wanting to endure the pain, he subconsciously bit his lower lip to prevent himself from making a sound because of the pain as if his body was being torn apart.

Hei Ren seemed to realize that something was wrong with Wen Qingmo, and opened his golden eyes with a "swipe".

Naturally, Xuan Zhu was the first to see the disciple's abnormality, so he stepped forward and hugged the disciple with both hands, and carried him to the bed.

With the apprentice's eyes that seemed to be soaked with tears, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand touched his forehead together, and said softly: "Qing Mo, close your eyes, let's sleep." The deep magnetic voice was wrapped in mana, He said in a tone that made his nerves relax and then fell into a deep sleep, "When you wake up again, you will come back here again. At that time, we will still be in Wuyou Mountain, and Master and Hei Ren will still be here with you."

……

Xuan Zhu opened his lips slightly, exhaled a foul breath, opened his eyes, and saw Chu Zishi standing ten feet away.

Hei Ren, who was brought over by Chu Zishi, was much better. As soon as he woke up, he came to his side, first rubbed his face, and then wanted to get close to the young man, but it was still because of the pressure of the devil. But he couldn't move forward, and he seemed very worried and urgent.

Xuan Zhu stroked Hei Ren's big head: "Wait a little longer, he will be fine."

Hei Ren looked up at Xuanzhu, his golden vertical pupils were full of trust in his master, he licked his master's hand, expressing that he had lingering fears in his heart, and even more that he would be very good, master and little master must not abandon him It, full of flattery in its movements, seems very afraid of being abandoned.

Having been with Hei Ren for hundreds of years, how could Xuan Zhu not understand Hei Ren's thoughts: "Hei Ren, you look so pitiful, how could he and I abandon you."

In this day's time, the pressure of resentment has never spread ten feet away, but it is still more terrifying.

Xuan Zhu flicked his sleeves and used his magic power to build a protective barrier around Chu Zishi.Without his explanation, Chu Zishi quickly came to Xuanzhu's side after feeling the pressure around him eased.

Xuan Zhu looked at the young man who was very close to Hei Ren five steps away, but now he no longer responded to him, and asked Chu Zishi, "Hei Ren didn't bother you on the way here, did he?"

Chu Zishi said: "I'll tell Hei Renyi according to your words, it's been terribly obedient this way." After a pause, he asked, "Xuan Zhu, why did you ask me to bring Hei Ren here?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask."

"I have too many doubts..." Chu Zishi pondered, "What kind of grievance swallowed up to make it so terrible? You can't even deal with it, but how could Wen Qingmo absorb such a domineering grievance... It's just horrific."

"I don't know much about some things." Xuan Zhu's eyes continued to stare at the wounded young man for a moment, and suddenly he asked, "Zi Shi, how will you look at me when I fall into the devil's way one day in the future?" ?”

Xu Shi Chu Zishi had never thought about such a question, and couldn't help but turn pale with astonishment.

That's right, even he himself never thought that such a day would come.

The original body was so opposed to the person he admired, and he had never questioned the path of cultivation. If it wasn't for the meteorite and the incurable heartache, maybe he wouldn't have given him the opportunity to win it. Body.

However, now he has a heart demon.

Chu Zishi realized that this was not Xuan Zhu's joke, and after being silent for a while, he said seriously: "For you, there must be a reason for 'knowing that you can't do it'. Xuan Zhu, I will not underestimate you, only you , I will never underestimate it in my life."

He wanted to say something for a long time, but because he was shy and afraid that Xuan Zhu would laugh it off after hearing what he said, he never said it.But right now, maybe he would never have this opportunity if he didn't say anything, so that he suddenly wanted to tell the people around him what he had always thought, so he really said it.

"Maybe you don't think so, but in my heart, you have been my master from the very beginning. It is you who taught me to grow up, and you let me know that this time is so colorful, a teacher for a day, a father for a lifetime, for me As far as you are concerned, no matter which way you go, because I will always respect you."

What Chu Zishi said was sincere, but Xuan Zhu thought of youth.

Dumb for a moment, he turned his head to face Chu Zishi, and smiled. The sudden ambiguity and self-mockery in the smile on his face was nothing but joking: "I'm really afraid that you will suddenly say something else to me. .”

Chu Zishi was taken aback by Xuan Zhu's change of expression, and he asked foolishly, "What?"

"Say you like me, love me and so on." Xuan Zhu rubbed his arms, as if frightened, "If you say the same, then I can't bear it."

Chu Zishi's first reaction was a panicked expression of "Xuanzhu, are you okay?" Then he recalled what Xuanzhu meant, his old face blushed, as if he was afraid that Xuanzhu would misunderstand, he hurriedly explained : "I, how could I say that to you, I to you..."

Chu Zishi obviously has a middle-aged face in his 40s, but at this moment he looks like he was misunderstood in his youth and was eager to explain to others.

"I know what you mean." Xuan Zhu regained the kindness towards the junior, and patted Chu Zishi on the shoulder, "Zi Shi, thank you."

Chu Zishi heaved a sigh of relief, and after the strangely long reflex arc reacted, he asked Xuanzhu suspiciously: "You just said 'if you said that too', it's useless, who said that?"

Xuan Zhu didn't speak.

Chu Zishi looked at Wen Qingmo, who was tortured by the demonic energy, and then at Xuan Zhu: "Could it be Wen Qingmo?"

Xuan Zhu remained silent.

For Chu Zishi, it was related to Xuan Zhu, who had always had a big brain hole. In his opinion, Xuan Zhu's reticence was the default.

He said the word "nurture" to Xuanzhu five years ago, and today, five years later, he never expected it to come true.

He swallowed to ease the shock in his heart, although he really wanted to ask Xuanzhu what you think, but he didn't dare to ask, instead he revealed the topic himself, hesitated, and said: "Xuanzhu, If you need my help in the future, you can use the sound transmission stone to contact me at any time."

He actually wanted to say something else, whether to tell Tantai Yan what happened to Ning Legu.

After all, there are many treasures of heaven and earth in Tantai, maybe there is something among them that can help Wen Qingmo relieve this pain.Even he can see that it may take a long time for Wen Qingmo to absorb all the grievances, such years of pain, even a monk will go crazy.

But when he said something else, Chu Zishi felt that if he really said this sentence, he would be rejected by Xuan Zhu.

Xuan Zhu would never bother them easily...

After all, Wen Qingmo faced such a situation, and even Xuanzhu was helpless, so what could they do.

"Then I will trouble you, Zishi, to do one more thing for me."

"what?"

Unexpectedly, Xuan Zhu would trouble him with the second matter.

Chu Zishi held his head high and got ready.

"I told Tantai what happened here, and she said she would come right away, but you also know that she is a road idiot, she always teleports to the wrong place, even the sound transmission stone can't help her navigate. Usually That is to say, relying on the disciples on the red-sleeved boat who are at the helm will not take the wrong route." Xuan Zhu noticed that in the middle of what he said, Chu Zishi's face turned pale, and he didn't know what he was thinking. "Her sound transmission stone told me that I am currently at Zixi Cliff in the northwest. That place should be near Taiyi Que. Please go and show her the way yourself."

Chu Zishi felt that he had just slapped him hard in the face, and he blushed and responded.Then, he thought about it again, this could be considered a "good thing", at least Xuanzhu needed them.Although the cause of all this was because of Wen Qingmo.

Xuan Zhu really dotes on this disciple.

Oh no, maybe in the future he needs to regard Wen Qingmo as... his wife?

Uh, why is it so awkward to think so.

The author has something to say: there is one more update, let me revise it first, and update the weekend QAQ

Complete more tasks ahead of time haha, I actually have a day of ten thousand updates... I will try my best to update every day in the future.