Beautiful apprentice dressed as a demon

The one who taught Jianghuai was the third elder Banxia, ​​although he was a little old-fashioned, but fortunately he was gentle. Most of the disciples in Jiuyi Mountain were taught by him, and he taught some theoretical knowledge.

Jiang Huai propped his head on his hands, with a bitter face, feeling that what he was hearing was incomprehensible old sayings, thinking that he had promised Li Wenzhao that he would study well in class, he could only force himself to listen and take notes.

However, his mind was still uncontrollable, thinking of Li Wenzhao, thinking of him saying that he would leave for a while in a few days.

What are you doing there? Is it dangerous?Li Wenzhao didn't even tell him.He could only guess by himself, time passed by, and after a class, he didn't listen to anything except the notes he took at the beginning.

After school, Ban Xia walked up to him and called him, "Jiang Huai."

Jiang Huai raised his head, looked at him, and gave a blank "hmm".

"You are the lord's apprentice, the lord asked me to take good care of you," Banxia said, looking at his paper full of words, "during class, what good things were you thinking about?"

"I didn't think about anything." Jiang Huai put away his paper and prepared to leave.

Ban Xia looked at him, and finally only left a sentence: "Go back and copy the knowledge I taught today a hundred times, don't think of other ways to escape, the lord has already handed you over to me." The words seemed to remind him.

"..." Jiang Huai was depressed, but he could only do as he said.

One class lasted an hour, and that night, Jiang Huai almost missed the inkstone, and still failed to write more than a dozen times. What accompanied him was no longer Li Wenzhao, but a whole page of knowledge.

The day in May has begun to heat up, and the wind is also humid. The pen falls on the paper, making a rustling sound, and the candlelight is dim, reflecting the afterglow of the room.

Jiang Huai held a pen with one hand, landed it on the paper, made a dot, and pinched his thigh with the other hand to prevent himself from falling asleep.

However, pinching and pinching, he still couldn't hold back the drowsiness, the candle went out, and he fell asleep on the table. He hadn't put down the pen while sleeping, and rubbed a lot of ink on his face.

This sleep was deep but uncomfortable, his face was buried in the crook of his arms, his elbows were numb from the pressure, he raised his face in a daze, switched sides, and continued to sleep on the pressure.

The wind at night was much colder, and the leaves of the flower branches squeezed against the window, leaving a shadow in the candlelight.

The pen fell to the ground, was picked up again, and placed on the pen holder.

There was heat on his body, and Jiang Huai was so sleepy that he felt that his eyelids were stuck together, and he couldn't open them no matter what, half asleep and half awake, he felt his body lighten, as if he was being hugged.

"It's numb... don't move." He whispered in his sleep, feeling short of breath.

"Where is it numb?" Li Wenzhao's breath pressed against his ear, and he hugged him onto the bed with enthusiasm.

"Arm." Jiang Huai was dazed, and consciously rolled over inside, making room for Li Wenzhao. The bed was not big, and Li Wenzhao slept outside every time.

"Rub it for you." Li Wenzhao sighed with a smile, sat on the edge of the bed, pressed acupuncture points for him, so that the spiritual power in his body could flow faster and better, and it was also helpful for his cultivation.

Jiang Huai slept hot, kicked the quilt aside, and refused to cover it.

Li Wenzhao pulled back a corner, only covered him on his stomach, and asked him: "Today, were you punished by the third elder?"

"Yeah." Jiang Huai was half awake, turned his face to face him, tried to raise his eyelids, feeling groggy.

"In the future, remember not to think wildly when you are in class. Once you become obsessed when you are practicing, it is not a joke," Li Wenzhao told him patiently, "Those taught by the third elder are all things you need to know when you are practicing."

"Yeah." Jiang Huai's eyes were sore, he sat up and listened to him.

"This seat will leave soon." Li Wenzhao looked at him, was silent for a moment, and asked again, "Do you have anything to say?"

Jiang Huai's eyelids sank, and after these words, he finally came to his senses and stared at him.

Li Wenzhao looked back at him, the candlelight had already gone out, and the moonlight in the room was faint, shining on Jiang Huai's eyebrows and eyes, as if enclosing him in a layer of tulle.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Wenzhao continued: "This seat has already explained to the third elder, he will pay more attention to you, you have to study hard."

Jiang Huai hesitated for a while, speechless. He had too much to say in his heart. When he was asked, his mind went blank. He didn't know where to start. He listened to the words of the third elder today, and even took the punishment seriously. Really, I want a strong compliment.

However, when Li Wenzhao mentioned this matter, he didn't have the praise he imagined, and he couldn't help but feel lost for a moment.But it is true, he is a punished person, and he is not to be praised for doing something good.

The courtyard was silent, and the two of them faced each other, breathing together, but there was no further conversation.

"I'll be back soon. During this period, if you miss me, you can send a sound transmission to me." Li Wenzhao held his hand, saying goodbye to him, "but I won't return to you."

"I see." Jiang Huai nodded lightly, and asked again, "Didn't you say there are still a few days? Why is it earlier?"

"The matter is more difficult than imagined, and I have to go earlier." Li Wenzhao explained to him, "Luo Fengshan, in three months, I will come back, even if it's not too late, if you don't come back, you Just go with Nanzhu."

"Master," Jiang Huai looked around, and finally put his other hand on the back of Li Wenzhao's, "You have to be careful." So, there is no other words to say.

His throat was clogged with surging emotions, he felt unhappy, and he also felt uncomfortable. Although it was only a short separation, he felt his heart was full, worried, worried, and didn't know what Li Wenzhao was going to Luofeng Mountain for. I don't know if this trip is dangerous or not.

He asked 007, and 007 told him that Luofeng Mountain is full of ghosts, it is the most dangerous place in the world, since Li Wenzhao must go, he must have his own reasons, but they have no way of knowing this reason.

Jiang Huai struggled a few times, wanting Li Wenzhao not to go, but after pondering over and over again, he still didn't say, three months is indeed a short moment for those monks who have lived too long these days, but for Jiang Huai, It's more tormented than imagined.

Now, he hopes that if Li Wenzhao encounters danger, he can also protect himself wisely.

The two hands were clasped together, Jiang Huai was wearing dragon bones on his wrists, the crimson light was very obvious in the dark room, he lowered his head and called him softly: "Master."

"Ah."

"Be careful in everything." He told again and again, his heart sank heavily, as if being pricked by a needle, buried inch by inch in his heart, getting deeper and deeper.

Li Wenzhao nodded, the moonlight gradually disappeared, the days lengthened, and the coldness of the night disappeared.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" He asked softly.

Jiang Huai didn't speak, but raised his hand and touched Li Wenzhao's brow bone, the warm fingertips slid across his skin inch by inch, stopped again, and landed on his heart.

"Master," Jiang Huai asked softly in the dark, "Can you kiss me?"

Li Wenzhao didn't expect him to ask this, he was slightly surprised, and soon smiled again, and replied: "Okay."

Jiang Huai closed his eyes, and held Li Wenzhao's hand instead. In the brief silence, he could feel the warm breath on his lips, close at hand, with a familiar wetness.

The hand he held on Li Wenzhao was gradually tightening, and Li Wenzhao put the other hand on his, and closed his palms.

Lips and teeth were close together, Jiang Huai turned his face slightly, kissed Li Wenzhao back, and stubbornly resisted the tip of his tongue, not giving him too deep, not giving him the upper hand.

Li Wenzhao thought that Jiang Huai didn't like this kind of behavior very much, so he relaxed the attack, and let him try to accept it patiently and gently, it was a step-by-step temptation and a slow taste.

Jiang Huai's hand gripped even harder, and his reluctance was expressed in silent actions.

Li Wenzhao felt that it was almost time, so he naturally wanted to leave Jiang Huai's lips.

However, Jiang Huai subconsciously tightened his hand, not wanting to let him go, and continued to kiss him, biting his lips stubbornly.

Li Wenzhao seemed to want to say something, but it ended on his lips. Jiang Huai realized that he had bitten harder, and opened his mouth slightly, trying to pull it out.

Just as he was about to back away, a hand suddenly covered the back of his head, Li Wenzhao didn't give him a chance to struggle, and kissed him for the second time.

Jiang Huai was in a daze for a moment, but he didn't move. He was reluctant to leave Li Wenzhao, but he couldn't persuade him to stay.

If only it could go on like this, he thought, forever.

I don't know how long this lingering and deep kiss lasted. It was so long that Li Wenzhao felt that he was a little out of breath and had to let Jiang Huai go.

Holding back his tears, Jiang Huai gasped slightly, his whole body was dazed by the kiss, and he didn't dare to open his mouth, he was afraid that he couldn't help crying, which would delay Li Wenzhao's trip.

Li Wenzhao didn't speak, their noses touched and their breaths were intertwined.

Jiang Huai panted lightly, before he could open his eyes, the heat on his lips was suppressed again.

This time, Li Wenzhao no longer held Jiang Huai's hand tightly, but held his face, put his broken hair behind his ears, and tasted his scent bit by bit.

Jiang Huai's eyes closed more and more tightly, his long eyelashes were wet with tears, but they never fell.

He put his arms around Li Wenzhao's waist without using any force.

After a long night, Li Wenzhao finally left Jiang Huai's lips, took him into his arms, and kissed the top of his hair.

"Go to sleep," he coaxed him in a low voice, "after sleeping and waking up, Master will be back."

"Master..." Jiang Huai hugged his waist and buried his head in his chest to cover his strong nasal voice, "Master, it's agreed, the return date is three months."

"It's done." Li Wenzhao replied softly.

"Then wait until I fall asleep, can you go again?" Jiang Huai silently hugged his waist, unwilling to let go.

"Okay, Master will leave after you fall asleep." Li Wenzhao stroked his hair, arranged the pillow, and let him lie back.

Jiang Huai lay sideways beside him, held his hand, closed his eyes and stopped talking, pretending to be asleep, but because of uncontrollable reluctance, he tightly held Li Wenzhao's hand and refused to let go.

The sun is rising from the sky, and the morning sun is about to fall, making people immersed in a warm feeling, and they don't want to be happy for a long time.

Li Wenzhao sat on the edge of the bed, letting Jiang Huai pull him, watching his eyes roll under his eyelids, and felt that he might not be asleep yet.

I promised to wait for him to fall asleep.

Jiang Huai closed his eyes, his hands were hot and humid with sweat, he was uncomfortable at first, but he didn't dare to let go, he was afraid that if he let go, Li Wenzhao would be gone.

Pull for a while, just for a while.He said to himself like this, and let go of the tens, ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, he counted a few more decimals in his heart, but he couldn't count to one.

There are birds chirping outside the window, reminding him that the time has passed and it is time to let go.

one.He finished counting silently in his heart, telling himself over and over again, don't go too far, it will delay Master's schedule.

Li Wenzhao didn't speak any more, he just sat quietly by the bed, watching Jiang Huai fall asleep to feel at ease.

Jiang Huai relaxed very slowly and lightly, afraid that Li Wenzhao would notice that he was still asleep, so he deliberately suppressed his breathing, not daring to take a breath, trying to make himself look the same as usual.

Li Wenzhao looked at the hand that was gradually sliding down, and grabbed it back again, holding it. By the window, Jiu Chen's attendant was ready to come over to remind him, and wanted him to leave as soon as possible.

He put a finger on his lips, signaling them not to speak.

The attendants understood, and stood outside waiting for a while.

After about a cup of tea, Li Wenzhao gently stuffed the hand he was holding into the quilt, and tucked him back up. Finally, he stroked his hair, got up and left, and quietly closed the door.

He made all his movements as lightly as possible, for fear of disturbing the sleeping people.

Jiang Huai heard the sound of his boots stepping on the ground fading away, he didn't open his eyes, and after a while, he reached out and touched the dragon bone on his wrist.

The tail of the dragon bone was sharp and pierced his fingertips, and he slowly opened his eyes amidst the clear stabbing pain.

Master is gone.He pulled his hand out of the quilt to look at the dragon bone on his wrist.

In fact, many words were left unsaid, and even the most wanted to be said, he forgot to say. The parting was too hasty, and he was not ready yet. Originally, he wanted to tell Li Wenzhao that he was wearing this dragon bone because he wanted him to be happy all the time. Know where you are and what you think.

The sky was bright, and the sound of the wind could be heard quietly in the room. Jiang Huai lay on the bed and looked up at the curtain hanging above his head. The place where his eyes could focus was a vast whiteness, and his eyes seemed to be filled with water. It's shaky and blurry, so I can't see clearly.

It is often said in the poem that parting cannot be separated from Yue. He thought about it, and suddenly felt regretful, regretting not saying a few more words, so calm, as if he would be able to see him when he opened his eyes tomorrow...

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