Take a Sigh

Ling Shuangxue lives in the back mountain of Huanyue Xianzong, far away from the sect, there is only one small courtyard, and the environment is quiet.

Shen Zhuo admitted his mistake and was ushered in. Unlike the wind and rain outside, the house was warm and comfortable.Ling Shuangxue put down her umbrella and took off her cloak, her figure was a little thin under the clothes.The bell on the wrist did not ring and became a simple ornament.

Shen Zhuo felt a little feverish, and after only a few steps from the door, he couldn't hold on anymore.He stood aside politely, and before he had time to figure out how Ling Shuangxue would deal with him in the future, there were bursts of double images in front of him.His feet went limp, and he fell forward.

Ling Shuangxue, who was still in the distance, strode over, put her arms on Shen Zhuo's chest, and brought him into her arms.His brows were slightly furrowed, and worry was hidden in his eyes.

Shen Zhuo felt dizzy for a while, as if being picked up by someone, and fell into the warm water before he regained consciousness.The water is full of aura, with a faint herbal smell, which dispels the biting chill and fills up the aura exhaustion in Shen Zhuo's body.

In a daze, Shen Zhuo remembered that there was a hot spring behind the yard.

Ling Shuangxue is weak and not resistant to cold. For his sake, the suzerain ordered people to draw a gathering array and build a hot spring for his convenience.Except for Ling Shuangxue, outsiders are not allowed to set foot here, even if Shen Zhuo, who joined the sect back then, wanted to take a bath, he would return to the Zongmen's bathing pool.

"When you wake up, wash it up and come up. Your body is useless in cultivation, and your foundation is unstable. This time, you have been punished again, which hurts the root, and you can't absorb spiritual energy for the time being."

Shen Zhuo was comfortably nourished by spiritual power, and suddenly heard Ling Shuangxue's words, and woke up from the dazed state.

The hot spring drains the running water from the mountains and is blessed by the spirit gathering array. The surrounding area is like spring all the year round, full of colorful flowers.Ling Shuangxue was in it, tall and tall, as elegant as a chrysanthemum.His skin was as white as snow, set off by the delicate flowers, he looked weak and sick.

Shen Zhuo recalled the rumor that his master was sick and unable to lift the sword. He believed it deeply at the beginning, and it is difficult to change it even now.

But then again, how can a patient who can't even lift a sword lift a strong and healthy adult like him without any trouble?

Shen Zhuo muttered a few words in his heart, silently cleaning the blood on his body.Ling Shuangxue brought clean underwear and put it on the bamboo chair by the bank, and Shen Zhuo could get it by reaching out.The two masters and apprentices have no extra words to communicate, even under the same roof, they are like two strangers.

Shen Zhuo knew that he couldn't ask for more, and Ling Shuangxue's willingness to keep him was already a big concession.

The water was full of spiritual energy, and Shen Zhuo quickly understood what Ling Shuangxue's reminder meant.After absorbing too much spiritual power, his body began to feel swelling and pain. The dantian couldn't hold it, and the meridians couldn't absorb it. The excess spiritual energy could only run rampant in his body.

His body is more than unstable?It's no different from being useless at all.Someone used his body as a medium to absorb a huge amount of spiritual power, which far exceeded the limit of his body, causing him to be seriously injured and unable to continue his cultivation.

This ruined him fundamentally, Shen Zhuo's eyes were filled with murderous intent, without thinking about it, he also knew that it was a good thing done by the person who replaced him.

"I, Shen Zhuo, have never suffered such humiliation in my life? No matter who you are, even if you go to the sky, I will catch you!" Shen Zhuo was full of resentment. He had a feeling that that person hadn't left this continent yet. .

He has a way to keep his soul away from the body, and if he loses Shen Zhuo, he will naturally look for the next host.

Shen Zhuo couldn't stay in the water any longer, he jumped out of the water, wiped his body hastily, changed into the clothes Ling Shuangxue prepared and went out.

The animal fire was burning in the room, which made the injured Shen Zhuo feel comfortable.He was born with a perfect fire attribute, and with sufficient fire elements, his injuries would heal faster.Of course, this fire element is not something that can be met by just a random flame, at least the beast fire of a sixth-order monster is needed.

In the past few years, Shen Zhuo's soul has fallen into a different world, and he has had many adventures. His vision and experience have also improved, and he is not stagnant at ten years ago, he is still a half-grown child.He could tell at a glance that the fire came from the seventh-level hell lion, and that a monster of this level would be able to survive the catastrophe and become a human being, and it was extremely ferocious.

The suzerain really cared for Ling Shuangxue, and even found this kind of thing for him.

Shen Zhuo looked away from the beast fire, and looked at the room in front of him.He was only 13 years old when he joined the Huanyue Xianzong, so young, Ling Shuangxue took care of him under his nose, and this is where the two of them lived.There are two rooms inside and outside. Ling Shuangxue let him sleep in the inside and live in the outside room by herself.

After he was taken away, the person who replaced him offended Ling Shuangxue for some reason, and was driven to an empty room in the northwest corner by him. The screens inside and outside the room were also removed, leaving only one bed. .

After many years, Shen Zhuo still has a sense of familiarity with those layouts that have not been changed.A furry cloak was placed on the lounge chair by the window, and there was a unique set of tea sets on the table. A flower bud protruded through the window, and it would bloom when Ling Shuangxue read a book, like a hairpin in Ling Shuangxue's ear.

More than once, Shen Zhuo felt that the flower gave birth to wisdom, but unfortunately, the flower has intentions, but people are ruthless.It's also hard for that flower to persevere for so many years and not be defeated by Ling Shuangxue's ignorance.

The more I recall, the clearer everything was at the beginning, but I can never go back.Shen Zhuo felt emotional, and turned his gaze to Ling Shuangxue.The years have favored him enough, without leaving any traces on him.He warmed himself a pot of tea, and the aroma of the tea was refreshing.

Shen Zhuo stepped forward, bowed and said: "Master, the disciple has already packed up. If the master has no other orders, the disciple wants to step down first."

Ling Shuangxue only gave Shen Zhuo a set of underwear, and Shen Zhuo was a little awkward standing with him dressed like this, and wanted to go back to his room to find a suitable set of clothes.

Ling Shuangxue put down the teacup and said, "Take off your clothes and lie on the bed."

Shen Zhuo was startled, and looked at Ling Shuangxue puzzled.

"Apply medicine." Ling Shuangxue glanced at him, brushed her hand over the bracelet, wound medicine, elixir, and bandages were all available.

Knowing that he had misunderstood what Ling Shuangxue meant, Shen Zhuo touched his nose, and said awkwardly: "I don't need to ask Master for help with such trivial things as taking medicine, I myself..."

Ling Shuangxue didn't raise her eyes: "Get down."

Shen Zhuo's refusal was stuck in his throat, he shut up wisely and went to bed obediently.He took off his clothes and lay down on the pillow, revealing his scarred back.

Ling Shuangxue wiped the ointment on her fingertips, and wiped Shen Zhi's wounds.The ointment melted when it was heated, and the hot tingling sensation was like a flame burning a wound. Shen Zhuo was caught off guard, so painful that he groaned, and the muscles all over his body tensed.

"Endure the pain." Ling Shuangxue's tone was blunt, but the movements of her hands became more gentle.

Zongmen's punishment is not only for physical injury, but also for the medicine used for treatment is also a torture.

Shen Zhuo heard about it when he first started, but he didn't expect that he would experience it personally one day.The pain became more intense every time, and beads of sweat the size of beans soon oozed from his forehead.Ling Shuangxue didn't allow him to make a sound, he buried his head in the pillow and clenched his hands into fists.

After finally taking the wound medicine, Shen Zhuo was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.His face was pale and his lips were as white as paper.

Ling Shuangxue asked him to lie still, fetched water to wipe his body, and applied ointment on his bleeding hand before bandaging it.

Shen Zhuo has no strength to care about everything, and with the help of Ling Shuangxue, the injury on his back makes him lie down and rest.Ling Shuangxue covered him with a quilt, fed him a pill, and said, "You sleep here today."

There was only one bed in the room, and Shen Zhuo occupied it, so Ling Shuangxue had no place to rest.Shen Zhuo felt that something was wrong, and was about to get up and said: "I can go back to my room. I have caused a lot of trouble to Master today, and I will feel even more sorry if I occupy your bed again."

"If you want the wound to open, get up and try." Ling Shuangxue walked to the table and sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, with a cold expression.He may not be able to rest tonight, Shen Zhuo's injury is under control, but his foundation has deteriorated, there may be other moths in the night.

Shen Zhuo didn't dare to joke about his injury, and lay back weakly.I haven't seen her for ten years, but Ling Shuangxue's temper is still so stinky.

But now Shen Zhuo can feel the care under the cold words, and his master is not so annoying.It's just that when he thinks that his care has been monopolized by counterfeit goods in the past ten years, Shen Zhuo feels a little uncomfortable.

He fell from the clouds to hell and everything changed.

He has been wandering outside for many years, and others have occupied the magpie's nest, and who knows that the soul under his body has changed twice during the ups and downs?

A sense of loss arises spontaneously, and there is no sleepiness at all.Shen Zhuo hugged the pillow and looked at Ling Shuangxue beside him.

The flowers and shadows were indistinct by the window, and the red beast fire added a bit of blood to Ling Shuangxue's skin.He sipped the tea in his hand, half of his side face fell into the light and shadow, and half of his long hair hung down from his shoulders, like an elegant picture of a beauty.

Shen Zhuo smelled the fragrance of tea, hesitantly said: "Master, Fragrant Centella is cold in nature, you are weak and impatient, you should not drink too much in autumn and winter."

Fragrant Centella is sweet in taste and cold in nature, and has the effect of calming the mind. The processed tea is very popular in Taoism.Ling Shuangxue likes the sweet smell, so it is always prepared in the room.If it was before, Shen Zhuo would naturally not talk too much.Mostly today, the light of the fire confuses people, and there is pity in his heart that he shouldn't have.

Ling Shuangxue stopped drinking tea, glanced at Shen Zhuo, lowered her eyes and said: "Now that I'm back, I'm going to take care of my preferences? Take care of yourself. If you can't sleep, get up and fix the broken door .”

Ling Shuangxue said unforgivingly, but put down the teacup in her hand and put it aside, thinking that she should also change her taste.

Seeing this, Shen Zhuo knew that he had listened to it, but he didn't feel angry, but a little happy, and said obediently: "The master just said that I should lie down and not move. Of course, I must obey the master's order and cultivate well."

Shen Zhuo said so, but couldn't help muttering in his heart, the suzerain always loves Ling Shuangxue the most, why hasn't anyone come to repair the broken door for ten years?

"Whoever breaks the door will repair it. Is there any problem?" Ling Shuangxue rested her chin on one hand, turned her head to look at Shen Zhuo, the golden bracelet was even more white than snow, and there was fire in her eyes, showing a strange color.

Shen Zhuo was startled, and found himself speaking his mind, calling Ling Shuangxue's name directly.Ling Shuangxue tolerated him and didn't even bother with him.

"Then why hasn't Master mentioned the matter of cultivating the sect in the past ten years?" Shen Zhuo laughed, and continued the conversation like a normal person.He is not in the sect, but the counterfeit has lived here for ten years in his body.

Ling Shuangxue avoided this question and turned her gaze out of the window.Looking at it from Shen Zhuo's perspective, his gaze is hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

Shen Zhuo heard his voice: "Go to sleep, after today you won't have much restful sleep."