The group favorite master became a sweet bun after amnesia

After Yu Sheng returned to the room, he tossed and turned on the bed for a while.

Flying around in the sky all day today, Yu Sheng was indeed quite tired, but lying on the bed, he couldn't fall asleep, and when he closed his eyes, it was Xiao Qing's red bean hairpin.

Exasperating, really exasperating.

Yu Sheng didn't think he was angry because of something else, but he attributed all his anger at the moment to the fact that Xiao Qing gave a gift twice.

That little girl Wu Ming is so naive, what if she was really cheated by that little bastard Xiao Qing?

Thinking of this, Yu Sheng sat up annoyed on the bed, hugged his pillow and hammered it hard twice.

What the hell, he said he liked him the day before, and turned around to give his junior sister a red bean hairpin.

Regardless of his looks, Xiao Xiangheng has learned a lot from that scumbag.

"Master."

A juvenile voice mixed with hoarseness exploded in Yu Sheng's mind out of thin air, Yu Sheng shivered subconsciously, and then came to his senses that it was Xiao Qing's voice transmission.Yu Sheng threw himself on the bed, determined to pretend he couldn't hear.

Seeing that Yu Sheng didn't answer, Xiao Qing called out a few more times.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and meditated.

"Master, why are you ignoring me..." pitifully, with a bit of grievance in his mouth.

"Master, my hand is broken."

Broken hand?

Yu Sheng opened his eyes all at once, when did it break, was it scratched by a tree branch when he was riding a sword today?

Why is this little bastard so careless.

As a master, he also has a big heart, and he doesn't even know that his disciple is injured—Yu Sheng suddenly wanted to get up from the bed and go to the next door to see Xiao Qing, when he suddenly remembered.

It suddenly occurred to him that Xiao Qing was a scumbag who could give a gift twice.

I don't know where I learned it, but maybe it's hereditary?

Yu Sheng was cruel, closed his eyes and shielded his senses with aura, pretending he had never heard of it.

But how could it not be heard?

Even Xiao Qing himself didn't believe it.

The red bean hairpin was stained with blood, and the color had darkened a little bit.

Xiao Qing sat at the table with eyes lowered, repeatedly wiping the hairpin.

However, my wound didn't stop bleeding, and the more I rubbed it, the more dirty it became, and the entire hairpin was stained.

Xiao Qing felt a little discouraged and wanted to slam the hairpin down, but when he wanted to let go, he couldn't bear it.

This is what he wants to give to Master, his own heart.

Although it is a junk thing, Master is not rare.

But, but this is all he can give Master.

Thinking of Xiao Qing's aggrieved feeling, she wiped her eyes hard and realized that wet marks had appeared at some point.

In the room was the medicine left over from the last time Master was injured, Xiao Qing wiped off the blood on his hands little by little with a white cloth.

The hairpin made a deep and long cut, as if he couldn't feel the pain, almost as if he was treating his own flesh.

After the ointment was applied, the wound stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye and began to heal. Xiao Qing put away the ointment expressionlessly, turned around and lay down on the bed.

The sound transmission to the master was like a stone sinking into the ocean.

Xiao Qing even suspected that he hadn't spread the word at all.

I can't fall asleep even if I close my eyes, remembering that when I just had a conflict with Master, Master woke up the next day with a different appearance.

The master told him personally that if he didn't answer the sound transmission, he would be regarded as not good at learning skills, and he would be punished.

Now that he sent the sound transmission to the master, but the master didn't reply, he even wanted to punish the master a little bit.

Xiao Qing pouted, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Master is always like this, everything is fine when you are in a good mood, but nothing is wrong when you are in a bad mood.

His temper is also cloudy and cloudy. He was the one who forbade him to transmit his voice before, but now he is the one who ignores him if he transmits his voice...it is still him.

Xiao Qing turned over, feeling a little uncomfortable.

After returning to Qianshanzong, they didn't give them too much time to rectify. After all, how many disciples in Yunding Peak didn't go down the mountain.

Yunding Peak is not like other mountain peaks. For example, Song Jianzhao’s Lingzheng Peak’s training hall is dedicated to teaching disciples formations, but Yunding Peak is different, and it will also teach students some relatively simple formations.

All in all, the other sects have their own professions and specialize in... Yunding Peak, they teach everything.

Fortunately, since Yusheng woke up, he has been helped by his colleagues, and he can barely cope with it.

There is also a sword training platform in the back mountain of Yunding Peak, and Yu Sheng stood aside to supervise the disciples' sword training.

His few inner disciples don't need to worry about it. The teaching mode of Qianshan Sect is like this. The master passes it on to the inner disciples, and the inner disciples pass it on to the outer disciples.

The others, such as Fu Yuehua Jin, were surrounded by people, even Wu Ming, the youngest and most junior junior sister, was no exception, but Xiao Qing's side was always deserted, with no one around.

Although it's only been more than a month since Xiao Qing officially began to practice with Yu Sheng, even after being concealed by that strange stone, the progress has been astonishing.

Logically speaking, Xiao Qing, a genius that even Yu Sheng thought was once in a hundred years, should be the most sought after.

But the truth is just the opposite.

If Yu Sheng couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to think about it any longer. Anyway, he guessed it was because of the incident at Jielv Peak.

Just when he was about to look back, he saw Xiao Qing's mind wandering, the hand holding the sword paused, and then the iron sword fell to the ground.

For a while, many eyes looked over.

Yu Sheng frowned and walked over: "Xiao Qing, what's going on?"

Xiao Qing's face turned pale, and he pursed his lips tightly.

"Show me your hand." Yu Sheng suddenly remembered something and asked Xiao Qing to show him his hand.

Could this kid be really hurt?

It was fine yesterday, so could it be true that the hairpin cut it?

Xiao Qing drew her hands behind her back, lowered her head and said nothing, Yu Sheng frowned and repeated again: "Show me your hands."

Only then did Xiao Qing spread his hand a little bit.

The moment Yu Sheng saw the wound, he couldn't help but gasped, it wasn't because of anything else, the wound was too scary, the thick blood scab on it had swelled overnight, it was almost conceivable that the injured How deep is time.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Xiao Qing pursed her lips, and lowered her eyes to avoid Yu Sheng's sight.

"I told Master, Master... ignored me."

Yu Sheng almost lost his breath in anger, he said calmly last night that his hand was cut by a hairpin, what happened?

Is this fucking scratched? This is pierced!

"Follow me to the Wonderful Medical Hall." Yu Sheng put on a dark face, pulling Xiao Qing to leave.

"Can……"

But shit.

Yu Sheng glared at Xiao Qing, and the slightest rejection was not allowed in his eyes.

Xiao Qing pursed her lips and did not refute anything, and followed.

Seeing the backs of the two getting farther and farther away, the disciples behind them all dropped their jaws in shock.

"What is your lord doing?"

"I'll go, Xiao Qing just swiped his hand, why is Master so nervous?"

"There won't really be anything between them—" Following what happened just now, the crowd was about to become a sensation, but at this moment, there was a "dang".

Fu Yue seemingly unintentionally pulled out the disciple's iron sword that she had inserted into the stone brick just now, held the hilt in her hand, and stared down at the tip of the sword. "I see that you are so idle that you dare to talk about Master?"

The little flame of gossip in my heart was extinguished in an instant.

"Don't dare, big sister, we don't dare!"

Wonderful Medical Hall.

"How did you make it hurt so deeply?" Old Yu Ning personally bandaged the disciple of the master of Yunding Peak, his movements have been relaxed, but he couldn't help it when he saw Xiao Qing's expressionless face Take a deep breath.

The injury was too deep, any deeper would have scratched the tendons.

"Not careful." Xiao Qing pursed her lips and replied.

Yu Ning gave Yu Sheng a weird look: "Yu Sheng, you must have done this, right?"

Yu Sheng glared at Patriarch Yu Ning angrily: "Am I crazy?"

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Yu Ning heyed, and his hands couldn't help but strain, Xiao Qing couldn't hold back, and frowned and hissed.

Yu Sheng suddenly became nervous, and subconsciously stared at Xiao Qing's hand: "Are you all right?"

Xiao Qing was stunned, and then for the first time today, Xiao Qing's face showed a soft and almost pitiful expression, and his eyes were quickly covered with mist.

"It hurts, Master, it hurts so much."

Patriarch Yu Ning:?

What did this kid say? When she opened the scab and repaired the meridians just now, she didn't hear the kid cry out that it hurts.

Didn't it just accidentally apply force when bandaging?Can it hurt to open the wound?

Just as Yu Ning wanted to turn around and tell Yu Sheng that it didn't hurt that much to listen to this kid's bragging - she saw Yu Sheng held Xiao Qing's hand in his palm and looked at it, his face was terribly nervous.

No, through such a thick soft cloth, what can you see? Look?

"It's okay, bear with it, the old ancestor Yu Ning is very good at medicine, and the pain will be gone in a while..." Yu Sheng didn't even dare to touch the place where Xiao Qing was wrapped in a soft cloth, and carefully brushed it with his fingertips. Pass Xiao Qing's intact wrist.

Xiao Qing's throat moved.

That's great, it turns out that Master still loves him because of his injury.

Master didn't really dislike him just because the hairpin was cheap.

Xiao Qing lowered her eyes and hummed.

"It seems that it doesn't hurt so much..." After treating the wound, it was absolutely impossible for Xiao Qing to continue practicing sword in this state.

According to Yu Ning's meaning, it is serious and serious, and he almost hit the meridian, but he still insists on practicing sword today. If he persists for a while, he doesn't know what it will be like.

Yu Sheng complained in his heart that this little bastard could bear it, and at the same time took Xiao Qing to prepare to go back to Yun Dingfeng's residence.

As soon as Yu Jian Jue was drawn out, a long sword stopped firmly in front of Yu Sheng, and a shout was heard from a long distance.

"Yu Sheng!"

Yu Sheng turned his head, a golden light flashed over, shaking his eyes subconsciously.

"Matsuma Photo, can't you wear gold and silver one day, blink your eyes one by one" Matsuma Photo shrugged: "Is this important? Come, follow me to the Discipline Peak."

Yu Sheng's heart skipped a beat: "What are you going to do at the Discipline Peak?"

Matsuma stood still, staring at Yu Sheng's face.

"The residents of Jinling Town accused you of committing a crime in the town, and found Xuantianzong. Xuantianzong came here with witnesses."