Thousands of people think that the younger brother is also collapsing today [Transmigration Book]

Xie Zhenzhou looked at the younger brother who came to deliver the medicine on the third day, and nodded slightly, "Thank you for making a trip."

Seeing that he responded to him, the junior brother's eyes widened a little.

There was a feeling of sincerity and trepidation, and he quickly responded: "Brother, you are welcome."

He is an outer sect disciple of Qixing Peak, and he took on a chore today.

At the beginning, when they heard that it was the task ordered by senior brother Yun Shu, all the senior brothers in Qixing Peak fought over their heads.

To know.

The head of their Qixing Peak, who is known as the future successor of Qixing Peak, Yun Shu Senior Brother, not only is unparalleled in spiritual understanding, but also far surpasses others in cultivation, ranking in the entire sect Third, it is really unexpected.

His prestige in Seven Star Peak is extremely high, coupled with his generosity towards others and his demeanor of a gentleman, so even for these trivial matters of delivering medicines, there are still people fighting over them.

It's just that when they learned later that they were going to deliver medicine to the little devil king in Zichen Peak, they all died down and ran faster than anyone else.

In the end, the task fell to him.

A nameless handyman who is not welcome in the outer gate.

To put it mildly, he is an outer disciple.

In fact, they just do trivial things all day long, and they can't learn any skills. They only learn to deal with various spiritual soils and spiritual plants.

At this moment, the little disciple who had been made things difficult for a big deal was waiting for Xie Zhenzhou to make trouble, not daring to breathe.

......

However, the expected difficult scene did not appear.

Xie Zhenzhou, who was leaning on the head of the bed, just turned his body sideways and nodded at him, without asking about Yun Shu's condition, when he opened his mouth, maybe his body was not fully recovered, and he spoke in a soft voice, "Just leave it there, let's go."

The little disciple thought that he would make trouble for him with an excuse, but he didn't expect the task to be completed so easily, so he was stunned for a moment.

This can go?

He carefully raised his head in disbelief, and what caught his eyes was——

The youth with fair skin and snowy skin only wore a thin white shirt, three thousand black hair scattered in front of his body casually, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes were shining with luster.

There is no arrogance as imagined, and there is an indescribable charm everywhere.

There is a little sickness in the light tone.

Contrary to those rumors.

According to rumors, the head of Zichen Peak is also the closed disciple of Daojun Qizi, arrogant and domineering.

Relying on this name, I don't know how many demons he has made, and which peaks have not been made to jump over by him.

But he has that background, he is very talented, and he can practice quickly.

It was also Daojun Yiqizi who supported him as his backing, causing a lot of moths in the six peaks and twelve caves of Chongyunzong, stirring up wind and rain every now and then.

But the disciples in the sect who had said so many disgusting words in private, who loved to bully the weak, only slightly raised their brows at this moment.

The little disciple came back to his senses in an instant.

He also heard it from several senior brothers in the inner sect.

Although this senior brother started late, his own strength should not be underestimated. It is no problem for a fierce beast to tear one by one when he is on a mission.

Thinking of the bloody scene described by the seniors at that time, the little disciple who had never seen anything in the world immediately shuddered.

Right now, he couldn't help but doubt those words.

But no matter how many times he went around in his heart, the little disciple finally bowed his hands to Xie Zhenzhou respectfully and returned to Qixing Peak.

***

When the man walked away, Xie Zhenzhou looked at the little jade bottle placed on the table of the Eight Immortals by the disciple.

It's been a long time.

The fragrance of the elixir slowly wafted around the room with a little bit of spiritual power, flowing into the limbs and bones.

Xie Zhenzhou took a light breath, then slowly sat up from the bed, put on his shoes and walked to the table, picked up the small jade bottle and weighed it.

On the emerald green celadon, there are star halos, and the refreshing medicinal fragrance overflows from the mouth of the bottle.

As Shao Li said the day he left.

Yun Shu visited him yesterday as agreed, but didn't say anything, and sent a young disciple to deliver the medicine today.

Xie Zhenzhou opened the bottle.

A whole bottle full of small black balls, one pill a day.

He frowned, feeling physical resistance.

From childhood to adulthood, what he took most was medicine.

What I dislike the most is medicine.

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They come, the security.

This principle was believed by Xie Zhenzhou from birth to the moment he was sent to the emergency room.

Surrounded by the scent of medicine, Xie Zhenzhou silently swallowed a small black ball, which melted in the mouth and mixed with a faint fragrance spread between his lips and teeth. It was not as unpalatable as in the memory of countless times of taking medicine in the past. Xie Zhenzhou finally relaxed Expand it.

Although he was ill, he didn't have the pain that haunted his heart all the time.

It was clearly the first time he experienced the feeling of having a healthy body, but inexplicably there was a sense of joy of reunion, which made Xie Zhenzhou's calm mood become turbulent.

He raised his fingertips, feeling that the spiritual power in his body began to work with his thoughts, and every cell in his body seemed to be activated and become cheerful.

Xie Zhenzhou unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, showing a slight smile, and the emptiness in his mind seemed to fill up at this moment.

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Maybe it's because he's still sick.

Cultivators generally rarely suffer from illnesses, and this body has never suffered from major illnesses or minor pains, but this time it is violent. Xie Zhenzhou just had a novel experience of how to use spiritual power yesterday, and today he became even more ill.

The fact that Xie Zhenzhou fell into the cold pool is known to everyone in the sect. After all, he is the closed disciple of Daojun Yiqizi. There are many more disciples of Zichen Peak who went to Qixing Peak a few days ago.

This time it happened that several heads of the sect went to Penglai Pavilion to discuss important matters, and the head of Qixing Peak, Yilingzi Daojun, was also among them. His accident happened at an inopportune time.

But fortunately, there was Yun Shu, the future heir recognized by everyone, and Xie Zhenzhou managed to save his life.

No, when Xie Zhenzhou's condition relapsed a little, disciples from Zichen Peak came here.

Yun Shu was invited to Zichen Peak again.

... ...

His strength seemed to be exhausted, his eyelids were too heavy to open, and Xie Zhenzhou's lips were closed.

The disciples of Zichen Peak knew Xie Zhenzhou's temper, so they didn't go inside. As soon as Yun Shu came in, he heard a weak murmur.

"water......"

His throat was so dry that it felt like it was on fire, and his whole body seemed to have been soaked in hot water.

Yun Shu paced to the bed and stood still, his eyes swept over the delicate face of the young boy on the bed, and fell on those pale lips, then he sat on the bed, raised his hand and took out a white jade porcelain from the storage bracelet cup.

I saw that pair of slender fingers with distinct joints, and the hand holding the white jade porcelain cup, I don't know which is whiter.

The only person who could appreciate it opened his eyes at the right moment.

Xie Zhenzhou struggled to open his eyes, and saw Yun Shu sitting by the bed.

Meeting Yun Shu who was staring sleepily at him, the hand holding the porcelain cup moved forward.

Xie Zhenzhou was indeed thirsty.

The eyes looking at the cup couldn't stop showing eagerness, and he didn't care about anything else, and he was about to sit up with his hands.

However, he overestimated his current physical condition, feeling weak one after another, and the dizziness caused by it was even worse, making him almost fall to the side.

On the side where he fell down, Yun Shu happened to be sitting. At this time, Xie Zhenzhou fell into Yun Shu's arms

Yun Shu was about to push away subconsciously, her sword-shaped eyebrows were furrowed deeply at this moment, and a little sullenness appeared in her pale eyes.

The familiar fragrance of medicine penetrated into Xie Zhenzhou's nose.

The glass of water was so close at hand that he immediately forgot the situation he was in now, moved his body a little and leaned over to drink the water in the glass with Yun Shu's hand.

The white jade porcelain cup in Yun Shu's hand is an intermediate magic weapon, as long as spiritual power is poured into it, jade dew will come out continuously.

Xie Zhenzhou took one cup after another, tilted his head slightly and poured it vigorously.

The small Adam's apple shrugged as he swallowed, which was a little cute.

Yulu wet her lips, and the few drops that she didn't have time to swallow flowed down her jaw.

It slides down the protruding Adam's apple to the hem of the clothes, and the wide open neckline hides the scenery that cannot be concealed because it is opened a little due to improper sleeping position.

Yun Shu tilted his head slightly, indifferent.

The soft touch under his palm reminded him that he was still holding the boy's waist.

......

Because of Xie Zhenzhou's ups and downs, the flexible and thin waist swayed in Yun Shu's palm.

Resisting the thought of putting people away, Yun Shu closed her eyes, and the next second, the soft touch of her fingertips disappeared.

Xie Zhenzhou forced himself to fall back on the bed, and smiled embarrassedly at Yun Shu. With this smile, his eyes bent into crescent shapes, and the light ocher mole on the side of the bridge of his nose seemed to brighten up.

"Thank you third brother."

The generous cry of "Third Senior Brother" was crisp and sweet, and Xiao Lu's eyes, which had drunk enough water, glowed with vitality again.

Yun Shu tied his hair with only a blue headband today, and his warm and moist temperament seemed to be mixed with a little laziness. Hearing Xie Zhenzhou's voice regaining some vitality, he nodded, "How do you feel?" ?”

Since he was very sensitive to other people's emotions, Xie Zhenzhou can easily hear the closeness in other people's words.

He was clearly asking about his physical condition gently, but Xie Zhenzhou discerned other emotions.

Indifferent, without emotional fluctuations.

Xie Zhenzhou shook his head and said, "I'm fine, thank you Third Senior Brother for your concern."

Yun Shu gave a simple "um" and asked him to reach out his hand to check his pulse.

Although the medicine he gave was good, it could not cure all diseases.

As for Xie Zhenzhou's illness, he couldn't see it.

Yun Shu pursed her lower lip slightly, her pulse was normal.

But as long as one sees Xie Zhenzhou's pale complexion, even an ordinary person should know that this person is sick.

***

Yun Shu took a Jade Spirit Pill for Xie Zhenzhou, then got up, "Don't use your spiritual power these days."

He has also heard about Xie Zhenzhou's case in Chongyunzong, which shows that he has a restless mind, so he said this.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xie Zhenzhou's face became hot, as if he had been caught for doing something bad.

"Yes, sorry!"

Yesterday he not only used his spiritual power, but also experienced how to run Zhou Tian.

Yun Shu was taken aback by his suddenly raised volume.

Then I saw Xie Zhenzhou looking at me with a blushing face again, his eyes seemed to be foggy, and he said in shame: "I know, I must not use my spiritual power indiscriminately, thank you Third Senior Brother!"

I received three thanks in a row within half an hour, and they were all from the same person.

Until Yun Shu reached Lingquan, he could still hear the voice of thanks in his ears, as well as the misty look in the man's eyes.

After clearing his mind of thoughts, Yun Shu's expression was so calm that he was a little indifferent, and when he was about to raise his hand to dip into the spiritual spring, he paused again.

He raised his hand, and in his palm appeared the white jade porcelain cup Xie Zhenzhou used to drink water just now.

In the next moment, the spiritual power was running.

The white jade porcelain cup turned into powder, and dust fell from the slender fingertips.