I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

In Xuanming Hall, Hu Yibai was placed on the bed, Yun Kuo stood on one side, his eyes dimmed.

The four directors took turns to check on Hu Yibai's injury.

Ruan Wuchen, head of the medical training institute, let go of Hu Yibai's wrist, and slowly got up: "It's not a serious problem, maybe the phoenix thorn was missed, and the heart is not damaged, but the blood loss is too much and you need to rest for a few days. The brother said retreat , I'm afraid it will be postponed."

Since Qiu Yeyang was dismissed and left the Qianling Sect, Si Wuya took over the position of the head of the Sword Cultivator, and he shook his head when he heard the words: "There is no delay, his inner demon is very serious, and he must go to retreat immediately after waking up. "

Speaking of this, he looked at the other people: "And a few days ago, I am afraid that you will need to join forces to protect the law."

Ruan Wuchen nodded immediately.

Hu Yibai is the direct disciple of the senior brother and their nephew.

It's reasonable to help with this.

Yue Chan, head of the Physical Training Institute, nodded, "Just let me know when the time comes, and I'll be there whenever you are called."

Mo Yundeng looked at Hu Yibai who was unconscious, his expression was as calm as ever.

After several people left one after another, only Mo Yundeng and Yun Kuo remained in the hall.

Yun Kuo stood beside him, and said calmly, "Now your anger has subsided? If you hadn't been staring at them, you wouldn't have made such a fuss."

Hearing this, Mo Yundeng looked at Yun Kuo and couldn't help curling his lips: "Unexpectedly, a senior brother who doesn't care about world affairs will have a day to ask me for his apprentice's sin. But your apprentice is indeed a bit capable."

As he spoke, he glanced at the position of Hu Yibai's heart, "He was indeed stabbed in the heart just now, and it didn't even take a cup of tea to heal well. Isn't it weirdly fast?"

Faced with Mo Yundeng's questioning, Yun Kuo still remained unchanged, "Didn't Feng Ling just say that they met Han Chenluo, and the other party fed Hu Yibai with blood, and his empty god's blood turned into dead human flesh and bones, and there is something wrong with it." The effect of accelerating wound healing is also not uncommon."

Mo Yundeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is that really the case?"

Yun Kuo: "If you are so skeptical, wait a few days for the effect of the blood to disappear, and then try stabbing him again."

The tone was obviously still calm, but he raised his eyes inadvertently.

Mo Yundeng knew that Yun Kuo was silently warning him that he was taking too much control.

He laughed dryly and turned his eyes away: "I dare not touch you two precious bumps. As long as it doesn't threaten Qian Ling's safety, I'm too lazy to meddle in other people's business."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and tapped the center of Hu Yibai's eyebrows, and the originally frowning eyebrows slowly unfolded, and he fell asleep peacefully. Mo Yundeng helped him tuck the quilt: "Send the paper crane to come on the day you want to retreat tell me."

When he turned around, he glanced at Feng Ling who was still kneeling in front of the hall outside the window: "That kid probably didn't do it on purpose, there is something wrong with his sword, don't let him kneel for too long."

After Mo Yundeng left, Yun Kuo called Feng Ling in.

Looking at Hu Yibai who was lying unconscious on the bed, Feng Ling's eyes were tightly glued to him, wanting to look but afraid of waking him up.

Yun Kuo: "If you want to see it, go and see it. When he wakes up, he will go to retreat. Maybe he will be closed for decades. I don't know when we will see you again."

Feng Ling only dared to come up to her quietly with her master's permission, and looked closely at Hu Yibai's sleeping profile from a close distance.

It was only a few days after he woke up, and he fell into a coma again.

And this time it was thanks to him.

Although it was not his intention to hurt people with a sword, Kesikuang was his saber, if he could control it better at that time, he would not have hurt Hu Yibai like this.

There was just one thing he didn't understand, Feng Ling asked: "His magic pupils have already opened to the triple lotus, why didn't Master let him go to retreat earlier."

"I didn't let him go?" Yun Kuo still finds it funny when he recalls it.

"On the day of signing up for the mission month, I forced him to go to retreat, but he fought me and broke three of his tails, so he wants to stop you."

"Stop me?"

"I'm worried that you might mistake Han Chenluo for him and be used by others." Speaking of this, Yun Kuo sighed: "In fact, he should have gone to retreat as early as four years ago, but he kept delaying it."

Feng Ling was puzzled: "Why did you delay?"

Yun Kuo: "He is investigating the destruction of Feng's family. Maybe he has a clue, but the target is not clear, and it is extremely dangerous. He is worried that retreat will allow the other party to take the opportunity to escape control."

Listening to Yun Kuo's words, Feng Ling looked at Hu Yibai on the bed, remained silent for a long time, and a trace of loneliness suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Why didn't you tell him what even the master knew?

But it's true, because they suspected that he had informed their senior brother before, the relationship between the two has been on thin ice, every time they meet, they are cold-eyed, and I have never had a good look towards him.

Even if Hu Yibai wanted to say something, he couldn't open it.

If it was before, he might have questioned why Hu Yibai was so nice to him all of a sudden, but now looking at the unconscious Hu Yibai and the awakened Sword Spirit of Madness, how could he have the heart to question Hu Yibai's feelings.

But he is still very strange, why does Hu Yibai like him?

Just because of those short months of getting along?

But I couldn't do anything for him, instead Hu Yibai has been silently giving.

And... other than being a little better at swordsmanship, he has nothing at all.

Feng Yuejun, who is both capable and spiritual, is useless?

If these words were heard by other disciples of the sect, they would definitely sigh in amazement at his self-deprecation.

If this is good for nothing, please let us all be good for nothing!

Looking at Hu Yibai's peaceful sleeping face, Feng Ling couldn't help feeling inferior.

He is the complete opposite of his rigid self, like the sun, shining brightly all the time, no matter what adversity he is in, he is always optimistic and positive.

And only when he shines on his warm and warm light, will he faintly reflect the faint light.

People in the sect call them "Sun Lord" and "Yue Lord" which is also appropriate.

Seeing him standing by the bed in a daze, Yun Kuo thought that he had suffered a lot of shocks today, and persuaded him, "He's fine for the time being, you can go back and rest too."

Speaking of this, he looked at the culprit on the table, Feng Ling knelt and presented it just now, "Take some time tomorrow and take it to Jiqiao Pavilion to see Qing Saburo."

He just saw it, and it should be fine.But Qing Sanlang is better at spiritual weapons. If the sword is still not stable, next time he pokes a hole in Hu Yibai, even if he has the supreme mind, it will be enough for the little fox to drink a pot.

Feng Ling gave a low hum, and suddenly said: "Master, can I stay tonight?"

Yun Kuo, who was about to turn around and leave, paused, then turned around slowly: "His body is already like this, so you don't have to be in a hurry."

"..." Feng Ling frowned slightly, and said in a helpless tone, "Master."

His understanding of Yun Kuo these years has really subverted more than one level from the beginning of the meeting.

His master usually looks gentle and serious, but after getting acquainted with them, he would often make some surprising jokes with them.

Hu Yibai can often interact with him, and the two of them can be said to be able to answer each other fluently.

But he was often flushed with embarrassment, and over time he became indifferent to them, or stayed away from them.

He doesn't understand if this is the case among men, or why he is the only one who seems out of place, anyway, he is just a man who doesn't understand style.

After Yun Kuo left, Feng Ling sat by the bed, watching Hu Yibai sleeping peacefully.

I don't know if it's because Master and the others have cast a spell, and they haven't even changed their posture after sleeping for so long, and they are extraordinarily quiet.

He stretched out his hand to help Hu Yibai tidy up the black hair scattered on the pillow, probably because of his sick and weak appearance at the moment, which only added to the fragility of I see You Lian, which made people feel pity.

When Feng Ling came back to her senses, she found that her hand was caressing Hu Yibai's side face, and he quickly withdrew his hand in surprise.

But then he kept watching helplessly, his heart seemed to be covered with weeds, and with the flickering lights at the corner of the table, it was about to spread and engulf him.

Fengyue Jun, who has always been pure-hearted and ascetic, was unruly for the first time, and caressed Hu Yibai secretly with his hand.

Only this time it's hands.

The hands of the two were stacked together, probably due to excessive blood loss. At this moment, Hu Yibai's hands were cold, and a large temperature difference could be clearly felt where the two of them touched.

Feng Ling Yungong passed her heat to him through her hands.

After covering it like this for a while, Hu Yibai's body temperature gradually rose, probably because he felt a little hot in his sleep, and the hand held by Feng Ling suddenly moved.

Feng Ling was startled for a moment, thinking that she hadn't controlled her strength well, so she quickly let go of him.

However, Hu Yibai suddenly turned his palm over and grasped it vaguely with five fingers, as if he was looking for something.

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, and stretched out her hands for no reason, and as soon as they touched each other's fingertips, they were grabbed by the other party neatly.

Seeing his fingers dug into his own fingers little by little, the two of them became in a state of interlocking fingers.

Feeling that Feng Ling was firmly grasped, Hu Yibai's frowning brows relaxed again.

Feng Ling couldn't help laughing dumbfounded, it wasn't because he had lost so much blood, why he was holding himself so hard, he also held Hu Yibai tightly back.It seemed that he wanted to use this method to tell him that he was always there.

……

Early the next morning, when Yun Kuo came, he watched the two children sleep in this position all night.

Si Wuya was worried about Hu Yibai's situation, so he also came over to take a look. As soon as he entered the door, Yun Kuo made a silent gesture.

He took a closer look, and suddenly his eyes didn't know where to look.

She teased Yun Kuo with her eyes: [You are not ashamed, you can see the children who are tired of you. 】

Yun Kuo said calmly: [I don't want to see you go out. 】

Si Wuya: [...not going out. 】

After a while, the other four masters also came one by one. Hu Yibai's condition just stabilized last night. If he can wake up this morning, he will arrange retreat immediately.

But at this time, the senior brother has not sent them a letter, it seems that they have not yet awakened.

A few people couldn't help being a little worried, and they all came early to see how the situation was.

I never expected to see this scene as soon as I entered the door.

So when Feng Ling woke up leisurely, when she raised her eyes, she saw five faces hanging above her head, and her eyes were like little suns, emitting a scorching light.

Embarrassed, Feng Ling quickly pulled her hand out of Hu Yibai's, stood up and saluted: "Master, everyone in charge."

He kept looking at his feet when he cupped his hands, really wishing he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

It was rare for Yun Kuo to rescue the thin-skinned apprentice: "You have been guarding all night, go and rest first, and when you are rested, take your saber and go to Jiqiao Pavilion to have a look."

Feng Ling hurriedly nodded: "Yes. Disciple retires."

Then with a burning face, he walked out quickly without looking back.

Si Wuya watched Feng Ling leave in a hurry and couldn't help laughing: "Senior brother, you two apprentices are really interesting, one is so thin-skinned that you can break it with a breath, and the other" Speaking of this, he looked at you. Hu Yibai, who was still unconscious on the bed, said in a playful tone, "The skin is too thick for a sword to pierce through."

Yun Kuo tilted his head, as if he didn't agree with what he said.

Ruan Wuchen walked to the bed, and checked Hu Yibai's spiritual pulse again: "The situation is fine, the body has gradually recovered, it may be a mental problem."

Si Wuya was taken aback: "You mean, he doesn't want to wake up?"

After Ruan Wuchen nodded, he cast a gloomy look at Mo Yundeng behind him, complaining without saying a word.

You said that you are quite a big person, why do you have to be angry with children?

Are you happy to spoil two good children like this now?

Mo Yundeng blinked from being stared at, and suddenly became a little dazed.At the beginning, he was the youngest of the five senior brothers, and he was deeply loved on weekdays. Because of the fact that he had four senior brothers and sisters who dominated Yaoshan Mountain and played cats and dogs, everyone despised him.

Looking back, it seems as if it happened yesterday, and everything is still vivid in my mind.But in the blink of an eye, he has long ceased to be the little junior whom everyone loves, and has become a 'monitor' whom everyone respects and keeps at a distance.

Mo Yundeng couldn't help but reflect on whether he was a little too naive.

But now that things are like this, it’s useless to regret it any more. He sighed: “Otherwise, take him to the Yin Seminary. I’ll try it with the Sanskrit Sound Array.”

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