After being sacked, I became Master's White Moonlight

The always proud man walked towards Jing Yu step by step, and the bloody smell on his body spread throughout Wu Nian Peak.

The puppy poked its head out curiously, and Jing Yu quickly pushed it back, so confused that he thought he was going to lose it.

But he thought too much.

The clothes were scratched with long marks, stained with blood, and hideous wounds with deep bones could be seen faintly.Even though he was as proud as Lu Beijin, he couldn't move an inch under the wounds all over his body, and his steps staggered like candles in the wind.

Even if Jing Yu let the puppy go in front of him, he didn't respond.

Jing Yu finally realized something was wrong.

This man who always liked to dominate seemed to have lost his proud strength.

Jing Yu didn't know whether he should be happy or not. He felt as if he had been thrown straight down from the sky, and the weightlessness made his legs weak.But no matter how many complaints he usually has, he can't let Lu Beijin ignore it.

When approaching Jing Yu, Lu Beijin's body trembled violently, and then fell down.

Jing Yu caught him, and his shoulder was hurting from the pressure.He heard intense heartbeats, his own and Lu Beijin's.

He asked gently: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Beijin didn't respond, but his breathing was heavy.His hand weakly pressed down on Jing Yu's back, and touched the seal of the cauldron, making Jing Yu tremble.

He pressed Lu Beijin's wrist and looked directly into the man's indifferent eyes: "You are injured, Master, I will take you to heal your injury."

The light-colored eyes looked at him quietly, with a look of scrutiny.

This attitude was too bad, but Jing Yu was so anxious that he couldn't control so much, so he supported the man and moved towards the main hall.

There are many effective pills in Wu Nian Peak, Jing Yu has used them before, and knows which ones are effective for external injuries.But after all, he didn't know much about the monk's body, and he was afraid that Lu Beijin would be cured by taking medicine rashly.

So even though he was in a hurry, when he took out the medicine bottle, he asked Lu Beijin who was half lying on the soft bed: "Master, can this be used?"

Lu Beijin had been staring at him all the time, but when he saw the complete urgency in the young man's eyes, he suddenly seemed to realize that it was impolite to do so, he looked away, and said calmly, "The whole bottle can be used."

Jing Yu then unscrewed the medicine bottle and put some on.

His fingertips dipped in the ointment and paused in mid-air, the boy looked like he was about to cry.

I didn't have time to take a closer look at Lu Beijin's wound, but I didn't find that the spiritual power and magic energy entangled deeply in Lu Beijin's wound, and the muscles and blood beads were trembling. You can tell how painful it is just by looking at it.

That demonic energy has the cultivation base of the stage of transforming gods, very powerful.But, but Beijin Xianjun is so powerful, how could he not be able to dispel the demonic energy of the transformation stage?

Lu Beijin's expression was indifferent, as if he could see his hesitation, he urged in a cold voice, "Don't deal with it yet?"

When Jing Yu came back to his senses, the ointment was carefully applied to the wound on Lu Beijin's leg.

This is the first place. Lu Beijin has hundreds of large and small wounds all over his body. Jing Yu took care of him slowly and couldn't help asking: "Master...is your cultivation level..."

He didn't want to touch Lu Beijin's sad place.After all, he is not someone like Lu Beijin who would take advantage of other people's sorrows.

But if you don't know his internal injuries at this time, it will be difficult to continue medication.

Jing Yu raised his head and looked at Lu Beijin, ready to be scolded severely and kicked out.

Lu Beijin's eyes sparkled with amusement, he raised his hand reluctantly, squeezed Jing Yu's chin with two fingers, and smeared the blood on his body onto the young man's fair cheeks.

He controlled Jing Yu's chin, forcing him to look around the two of them.

Strands of sword light formed a cage, brushing across the young man's skin.As long as Lu Beijin has a little killing intent, he can kill Jing Yu in an instant.

Jing Yu realized this, he didn't understand what Lu Beijin was doing, and his face turned pale with fear: "You want to kill me?"

Lu Beijin laughed lightly, dispelling the sword energy: "It's a pity that you really concentrated on applying the medicine, and you didn't give me a chance to kill you."

Jing Yu was so angry that his fingertips trembled, but he suppressed it firmly, and continued to give Lu Beijin the medicine without saying a word.

Lu Beijin wanted to kill him, but he was still administering medicine to this man, it was really cheap.Lu Beijin should be left to fend for himself.

Before the boy made up his mind to leave, Lu Beijin said flatly: "It won't happen in the future."

Jing Yu didn't vent his anger, so he was doused with cold water, and asked unhappily, "Nothing?"

"I won't want to kill you." Lu Beijin's voice sounded like a sigh, "I probably won't punish you again. Just treat it as a reward for not trying to kill me when I was weak."

Jing Yu hesitated for a moment: "Oh."

I'm too lazy to pay attention to this person who is seriously injured and thinks he is superior.

He asked again: "So Master's cultivation base..."

"Falling into God." Lu Beijin's voice could not hear any emotion, "But the matter is almost resolved, and you don't have to have too many scruples when you want to find Wunian Peak in the future."

Jing Yu paused for a moment.

He had always had a guess, but he didn't think deeply about it.

Maybe Lu Beijin didn't let him go out all the time, in fact, to protect him?

This thought, which sounded a bit narcissistic, was confirmed by Lu Beijin.But Jing Yu only felt sour in his heart.

He said shyly: "If Master is willing to let me practice by myself, maybe I will also..."

"Maybe they've fallen a long time ago." Lu Beijin sneered, "You can't even solve the fire on Xiaoyao Peak, so what are you going to use to fight them?"

Jing Yu stopped talking.

He never mentioned it, but the fire at the acceptance ceremony has always been an insurmountable hurdle between him and Lu Beijin.Even at this point, he and Lu Beijin still couldn't make sense.

If he was still a demigod, maybe he could make Lu Beijin succumb a little.But now, Jing Yu is too lazy to stop talking.

The young man responded in a low voice: "Yes." He asked again: "What is the master's cultivation level?"

Lu Beijin regained some strength, and touched Jing Yu's back with his fingertips again.The meaning of this action made Jing Yu feel cold all over.

He lowered his head, unwilling to look at Lu Beijin, but he heard a man's voice: "You are now a Nascent Soul."

His finger, which was pale due to excessive blood loss, touched Jing Yu's dantian: "It's full of my spiritual power."

Return the cultivation base stored in the furnace body to him.

Jing Yu knew a long time ago that relying on others' cultivation should not be taken, but he never expected Lu Beijin to make such a decisive decision.

Simply make him feel funny.

Jing Yu laughed miserably: "That's right, Master has raised me for so many days, isn't it just for the critical moment."

Lu Beijin's eyes were a bit complicated, but finally calmed down: "It's good that you know."

Jing Yu gently unbuttoned her clothes, bent her knees and said, "Master, it's inconvenient to move, so I'll do it myself this time."

Lu Beijin frowned slightly, but he was really powerless, so he could only let Jing Yu do his best.

The young man knelt on the slump and looked down at Lu Beijin with a cold look in his eyes.

He slowly avoided the wound, and pressed his forehead against Lu Beijin's.

Let's start with consciousness first.Jing Yu thought.

It suddenly occurred to him that this seemed to be the first time he was practicing dual cultivation, and he was not prepared to close his five senses.

He slightly curled his lips, and asked in a low voice: "Master, I will return this cultivation to you... Can I cultivate by myself in the future?"

Lu Beijin didn't speak.

The sea of ​​consciousness of the two merged, and Jing Yu felt the meaning of rejection from Lu Beijin's consciousness.

So he smiled: "Just kidding. Master, I'm here."

Anyway, it will take some time for Lu Beijin to recover his cultivation, and he has no time to take care of him for the time being.Jing Yu has enough time to do what she wants.

Lu Beijin's internal injuries were far more serious than external injuries, and his sea of ​​consciousness was almost shattered, as if he had suffered a serious blow.

Sensing the man's weakness, Jing Yu calmed down strangely.

If Lu Beijin hadn't left this hand in his hands, this injury would probably be with Lu Beijin for the rest of his life.I don't know whether to praise him for being smart or lucky.

Jing Yu's consciousness is very warm, swirling in Lu Beijin's sea of ​​consciousness, generously repairing the precarious consciousness.

This process is painful.

Because Lu Beijin, who didn't respond when he applied the medicine before, suddenly pressed Jing Yu into his arms so hard that his five fingers almost dug blood on Jing Yu's body.

Jing Yu frowned in pain, carefully avoiding Lu Beijin's wound: "Master, the wound is about to burst..."

The man can no longer hear.

He hugged Jing Yu tightly, breathing heavily, like some kind of beast that had been suppressed to the extreme.The young man was like his prey, he wrapped his limbs tightly and bit him tightly with his teeth, refusing to let him go no matter what.

The corners of Jing Yu's eyes were flushed with pain, caring about his wounds, he didn't dare to struggle, and only called out mournfully, "Master... let me go..."

Lu Beijin's breathing became heavier, Jing Yu saw his eyes were red, painful and fragile from the corner of his eye.

Jing Yu was stunned, speechless for a moment.

Lu Beijin tightened his grip on him again, and his voice was tearing: "Junqing..."

Who is Junqing?

"Your Majesty..."

The man's voice was full of hatred, irreparable self-blame and deep love.

"Your Majesty..."

Jing Yu's eyes were blank, and he couldn't feel the pain for a moment.

He was just thinking, when the master and him were cultivating both spiritual consciousness, the Junqing who still remembers him... Who is it?