The sick beauty and the master are always collapsing

The natal lamp was held by Gu Yuan in the palm of his hand, and the wick in the natal lamp swayed. Compared with other natal lamps, it was not very prosperous, it should be affected by Yan Xingjun's frailty and sickness.

The color of such a small flame is redder than the setting sun and brighter than the sun.

Gu Yuan has never experienced the taste of being handed over the natal lamp with great care, and even feels that this is not a vigorous flame, but a bit burning.

The calm heart beat a little.

Yan Xingjun thought Gu Yuan had never seen this before, and suddenly clapped his hands, "By the way, I've made your natal lamp for you too."

It was only a few days before Yan Xingjun wanted Gu Yuan's blood, and the materials needed for the natal lamp were complicated, and the production was cumbersome, which was twice as fast as the time Gu Yuan received the natal lamp in his previous life.

Could it be that Master did not sleep without rest?

Gu Yuan stared at Yan Xingjun, and Yan Xingjun lowered his head in embarrassment, his voice was vague and soft, "What are you looking at, little apprentice?"

Gu Yuan: "Master is so beautiful."

"That, that's not it." Yan Xingjun said with a red face, "By the way, I will take you to a place tonight as a teacher, and take your natal lamp."

Gu Yuan was puzzled.

Just give him the natal lamp directly. According to the master, where else do you want to take him?

And hide it specially, without telling the location, as if to give him a surprise?

Gu Yuan went through all the places in Qingxuan Peak in his head, but he couldn't think of where to go. The natal lamp should be placed in the master's room.

It's a pity that Yan Xingjun closed the door when he came out, and Gu Yuan couldn't see what was going on in Master's room.

After Gu Yuan said hello, he and Yan Xingjun went to practice swords in the bamboo forest. Yan Xingjun stood aside with a smile on his face, no matter how well Gu Yuan practiced, he kept praising him.

Gu Yuan wondered if he had taken some panacea after rebirth to open up Ren and Du's veins at once.

You have to know where his thoughts have drifted to at night, thanks to the memory in his brain, otherwise he wouldn't know what he was practicing.

Gu Yuan calmed down and stopped perfunctory.

He originally thought that since he was not tolerated by the ruthless way in the previous life, he would practice casually in this life. Maybe Yan Xingjun's encouragement and education were useful, but Gu Yuan regained hope.

The sword is an ordinary sword, the kind that can wholesale dozens of pieces with one spirit stone, far inferior to the natal sword that Gu Yuan had in his previous life.

I don't know if Gu Yuan's mentality has changed. The sword is in his hand, moving according to Gu Yuan's thoughts, moving lightly, and his sleeves are fluttering with the wind, which will not disturb Gu Yuan's movements.

At noon, Yan Xingjun handed the fruit to Gu Yuan. It was cool and delicious. After taking a few bites, Gu Yuan handed the fruit to Yan Xingjun and asked, "Master, do you want to taste it?"

"As a teacher, I have already fasted."

Having said that, Yan Xingjun still took the fruit, followed Gu Yuan's action and peeled off the skin to reveal the juicy flesh inside.

Eyes wide open, looking at the fruit in amazement, nodded heavily: "Delicious!"

"Master hasn't eaten?"

"No." Yan Xingjun looked greedily at the spiritual fruit in Gu Yuan's hand, "My father can't be greedy, and he hasn't eaten it since Bigu."

Yan Xingjun's eyes were already upturned and raised slightly, but now he was staring at the spirit fruit, his eyes were full of longing, as bright as stars.

Gu Yuan held back his smile, and put the remaining spiritual fruit in Yan Xingjun's hands, "Master, eat, I'm already full."

Yan Xingjun swallowed his saliva, and after hesitating for a moment, he still stretched out his hand, carefully stretching towards the spiritual fruit, his eyes looked at Gu Yuan from time to time, as if he immediately withdrew his hand when Gu Yuan felt a little bit reluctant.

After getting the spiritual fruit, he took another look at Gu Yuan.

After making sure that Gu Yuan was not reluctant, he put it in his mouth with a groan.

Like a rabbit being fed for the first time, after eating a sweet radish, I can't wait to hold it in my arms.

After eating and drinking, Yan Xingjun took Gu Yuan and sat on the ground to admire the bamboo.

A gust of wind blew, and the fragrance of bamboo and Yan Xingjun's body floated to the tip of Gu Yuan's nose together.

The smell on Yan Xingjun's body was very weak, but Gu Yuan could smell it all at once amidst a large amount of bamboo fragrance.

In this atmosphere, Gu Yuan felt a little drowsy.

Yan Xingjun, who was sitting next to him, yawned slightly, and his head started to peck at the rice.

But for a moment, Gu Yuan's head was heavy, and it was Yan Xingjun who fell asleep with his head on Gu Yuan's shoulder.

Gu Yuan froze and almost jumped long.

too close.

Gu Yuan has never been this close to anyone before.

Before he could make a move, Gu Yuan also yawned.

In the evening, after Gu Yuan went back to his house, he took away the gift he planned to give to Master, and then went to see Yan Xingjun.

I don't know where the master is going, the road is getting more and more remote, and the dark blue sky is gradually covered by the big trees, and I can only see the stars occasionally through the gaps in the leaves.

Everything was silent except for the sound of two people walking.

In the dense forest, a building exuding an ancient atmosphere slowly came into Gu Yuan's eyes, and he paused, feeling a feeling of not daring to go in.

You know, Gu Yuan is not even afraid of people like Qing Han Xianzun, so how could he feel afraid.

It's just another feeling in Gu Yuan's heart.

Yan Xingjun turned around and saw Gu Yuan who was still in place, stretched out his hand to hold Gu Yuan's hand, led him inside, and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Because this is the ancestral hall of the Moon Feather Sect.

Gu Yuan had never been here in his previous life, or in other words, not many disciples of the Moon Feather Sect were qualified to come here.

Even if it is to worship the ancestors, only the peak master and suzerain are eligible to enter.

Those worshiped here also include Yan Xingjun's master and father, the previous suzerain of the Yueyu sect and the peak master of Qingxuan peak.

After entering the ancestral hall, the first room was filled with natal lamps to light up the dark room. A sign was placed on each natal lamp with the names of disciples,

Gu Yuan was dazzled by looking at the countless natal lamps.

The natal lamp placed closest to the door is made of the most common materials, and only the most common materials are used to cover the flame, and the more it goes inside, the more exquisite it becomes. Even the patterns on the outer shell range from simple patterns to fine.

Judging from this order of arrangement, Gu Yuan guessed that the more inside, the higher the status should be.

According to Yan Xingjun's identity, the natal lamp should be in the innermost place, and Gu Yuan, as Yan Xingjun's disciple, should be in the same position as the natal lamp. Gu Yuan was about to go inside when Yan Xingjun suddenly pulled him back.

The flame of the natal lamp is not blazing, but warm yellow, shining on Yan Xingjun's face, adding a human touch to him, Yan Xingjun blinked and said with a smile, "Your is not here."

The body was pulled to the other side by Yan Xingjun, touching the wall, Yan Xingjun's fingers didn't know where it was dark, and a secret door suddenly appeared behind the wall.

Yan Xingjun explained: "As an apprentice who is a master, how can you be put together with ordinary disciples?"

...The one who can use this kind of material that is rare in a hundred years to make a life lamp is actually just an ordinary disciple in the eyes of the master?

Gu Yuan stroked the flute at his waist, and walked towards the secret door together with Yan Xingjun.

Relying on the light of the natal lamp, Gu Yuan could barely see a spiral staircase inside, but the staircase was too long to see to the bottom.

As soon as Gu Yuan reached the first floor of the stairs, the secret door behind was closed.

At the moment when the secret door was about to close, Gu Yuan turned around almost simultaneously.

Yan Xingjun said: "Don't worry."

The further you go in, the darker it becomes, until it's pitch black. Gu Yuan is only practicing Qi and is not enough to see the road in front of him. Fortunately, after walking so many steps, Gu Yuan probably knows the distribution of the steps. There was no problem with walking dozens of steps, and when he was about to step down to the next floor, he put his hands around Gu Yuan's waist.

Gu Yuan shouted softly, "Master."

Then it was taken in another direction.

Yan Xingjun said: "It's because I didn't think carefully about the teacher. It's too dark here, so you follow the teacher."

The arm at the waist was about to let go, but was grabbed by Gu Yuan.

Yan Xingjun turned his head and saw Gu Yuan's eyes were glazed over, his handsome face was a little bewildered, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his mouth was tightly pursed.

I have to admit that his apprentice is really good-looking.

The outer contour is stylish and rigid, but the facial features are very delicate, majestic yet handsome.

If you look at this face with any of the five senses alone, it can only be called good, but combined, it looks like a young master of a romantic family who has seen all the flowers in Chang'an on horseback.

Not to mention romantic and suave.

Yan Xingjun had to marvel at the uncanny craftsmanship of nature.

And the hand of the young master of the aristocratic family was on Yan Xingjun's wrist.

The muscles in Gu Yuan's hands are not exaggerated, a thin layer covers the bones, perhaps because he is still a teenager, the temperature on his body is unbelievably hot, which is inversely proportional to Yan Xingjun's temperature.

Then, Gu Yuan could feel the warmth of the hands under his hands, and he would shudder.

Probably the owner of these hands is also like this.

Gu Yuan pursed his lips and said, "It has nothing to do with Master, it's because I'm lazy in cultivation."

Yan Xingjun froze, and walked down with Gu Yuan, "Your speed has far exceeded that of your peers. You can't say that you are lazy in training."

Gu Yuan said in distress on purpose, "But as Master's apprentice, my speed is far from enough."

Yan Xingjun said: "It's enough for a teacher to say enough, is there someone in the sect who is talking nonsense again? As a teacher's apprentice, where is it their turn to talk?"

Gu Yuan smiled secretly.

The light became brighter and brighter, and as Gu Yuan stood on the last step, the light in the room forced him to squint to see clearly.

This room is very big, but there are only a few natal lamps.

However, the brightness of these few lamps is even brighter than the previous ten thousand lamps.

Gu Yuan saw the natal lamp belonging to Yan Xingjun at a glance.

It was so different, it was obviously just a small ball of flame, but it exuded the most dazzling light.

And under this natal lamp, there are two identical natal lamps.

Yan Xingjun picked up the two natal lamps and put them in Gu Yuan's hands, "Your natal lamp."

The natal lamp is in the shape of the moon, surrounded by stars, emitting a faint light, but these stars together cannot compare with the moon in the center.

There is a small word "Gu" engraved on the moon.

This character is wide open and closed, casual and unrestrained, it should be carved by Yan Xingjun himself.

Yan Xingjun whispered: "The group of people are just the glow of rotten grass, how can they compete with the young disciples."

Gu Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "One moon is enough, how can Master give me two?"

Yan Xingjun snorted, and asked, "Shouldn't both of them be handed over to you?" After speaking, his voice became lower and lower, and finally he said distressedly, "It's the first time for a teacher to accept an apprentice, so I don't understand."

This is not caused by the first time to accept disciples, even an ordinary disciple knows that the other lamp should be put under the master's hands.

In this way, the shape of the natal lamp that Gu Yuan got in his previous life was different from this one, and it must have been taught by someone beside him.

But this time, Master completed the entire project by himself.

In the end, he was taken to the shrine.

Gu Yuan scanned the room.

Gu Yuan recognized the names on half of the natal lamps in the room. They were the names of the other peak masters of the Moon Feather Sect and the name of the Sect Master of the Moon Feather Sect.

Next to these natal lamps, there is another small natal lamp.

Presumably they are their big disciples.

Only Yan Xingjun's natal lamp is far away from these natal lamps, and there is nothing beside them. Thanks to Yan Xingjun's own natal lamp, which is bright enough, it will not be surrounded by darkness.

But it looks lonely anyway, just like Yan Xingjun, nestled in Qingxuan Peak, too lazy to deal with other people from Yueyu Sect, and will not go down the mountain.

Alone, staying in the deserted Qingxuan Peak, with only a bamboo flute to accompany him for a hundred years.

Gu Yuan felt a subconscious pain in his heart.

He smiled, picked up a natal lamp, and gently placed it next to Yan Xingjun's natal lamp.

The light on Gu Yuan's natal lamp was not too bright, but fortunately, after the two flames were put down, there was a tendency to cluster together.

The warm light illuminated half of Yan Xingjun's face and the little red mole next to his ear.

Watching this scene, a tear fell from the corner of Yan Xingjun's eye.

Soon it was gone.

Looking at Gu Yuan, Yan Xingjun only felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

Or maybe very important people.

It was very, very important, so important that he could give up his life for it, but it was also important to protect.

But what is it?

The little red mole next to the ear flashed a light strangely.

When Gu Yuan turned around, everything returned to normal.

Gu Yuan said: "A natal lamp is to be placed at the master's gate. If something happens to me one day and I can't even find my body, the master can take my natal lamp and bury it as my dead body. "

Yan Xingjun frowned and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Gu Yuan didn't pick it up, but continued, "As for the other natal lamp, it is indeed to be kept for myself, does Master know why?"

"Why?" Yan Xingjun guessed, "to prevent being expelled by the teacher?"

Gu Yuan smiled and said: "That's also a reason, but the most important reason." "It's because another natal lamp is given to a Taoist companion."

Yan Xingjun suddenly realized: "So it is."

wait, wait...

Did he give Gu Yuan a natal lamp earlier? !