Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

As soon as he entered Yilanxuan, Xuan Moxiao's whole body became vacant.

This place seems to be the Xiaoxiang fairy mansion, the pavilion of the gods. The white and transparent mist gathers and rolls on the wooden floor, and the orchids hidden in the mist appear and disappear from time to time. It is a row of bookcases full of books, a large indigo velvet blanket in the hall, a warm couch on the velvet blanket, a wooden table, a few small trees, a bottle of spider plant, and nothing else.

At this moment, Ye Qingyi, who was dressed in light gauze and white clothes, was reclining on the warm couch reading a book, wrapped in a white fox fur blanket.

Ye Qingyi, who was not wearing a crown, had black hair hanging down, draped lazily behind his back, exuding a satin-like luster under the candlelight. He seemed to be fascinated by reading, his eyes were motionless, and his eyelashes were like crow feathers. Hidden with tenderness, the charming black eyes are as quiet as a painting, and it is an ink painting that has been washed out by water and blended just right.

Xuan Moxiao looked at the delicate and lazy Ye Qingyi under the candle, and stopped involuntarily.

He suddenly felt that it would be nice if he could guard Ye Qingyi quietly until he died.

Just thinking about it, Ye Qingyi suddenly frowned, and then coughed twice.

"Cough cough."

"Uncle Master." Xuan Moxiao hurriedly walked to Ye Qingyi's side, picked up the tea on the table, "Uncle Master, drink some tea to moisturize yourself."

Ye Qingyi was suffering from a cough, and when he saw Xuan Moxiao suddenly, he was startled. He didn't care to say anything more, so he took a sip of tea in Xuan Moxiao's hand, and calmed down, saying: " Mo Xiao, when did you come?"

"The disciple just came in." Xuan Moxiao carefully supported Ye Qingyi's shoulder, his nervous heart was trembling, "Uncle, should I call Senior Brother Rong Lian in?"

"It's okay..." Ye Qingyi took advantage of the situation and sat up. Xuan Moxiao hurriedly set up the pillow, and supported Ye Qingyi to lean against it.

He did a set of movements so smoothly, as if he had done it countless times.

Ye Qingyi, who drank tea and sat on the couch, felt much more comfortable. He opened his eyes and looked at Xuan Moxiao carefully. Seeing the worry and fear on the young man's face, he smiled kindly and waved, "Sit down and talk." .”

"Yes." Xuan Moxiao sat obediently on the twig in front of the table, with his legs tightly closed and his hands on his knees, he raised his head, looking at Ye Qingyi admiringly but at a loss.

The young man's clear and pure gaze almost melted Ye Qingyi's heart. If it wasn't for his bad background, which elder would hate to make things difficult for such a pure and beautiful young man?Ye Qingyi temporarily forgot about the big devil in the book, and asked Xuan Moxiao with a smile: "Mo Xiao, are you still used to staying in Yuqiong Mountain?"

"I'm used to it." Xuan Moxiao looked shy, "Here...is very good."

The smile on Ye Qingyi's face deepened. In fact, he knew that Xuan Moxiao's situation in Yuqiong Mountain was not very good. Although there were no people who deliberately abused and bullied him, there were still many people who were hostile to him.

The weak prey on the strong, bully the weak and fear the strong, as long as there are people, there will be such dirty things.

"Uncle, my master..." Xuan Moxiao remembered the words of Cang Peak's disciples, and wanted to ask about Su Mengsheng, but he didn't know how to speak.

Because he understood that Su Mengsheng was punished for accepting him as his apprentice.

The young man's guilt and uneasiness Ye Qingyi had a panoramic view, he smiled gently, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Your master is fine, taking disciples from other sects as disciples without the consent of the master is a violation of the sect's rules." , your master violated the school rules, so he will naturally be punished."

After hearing this, Xuan Moxiao turned pale immediately: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault... If it wasn't for me, how could Master be punished..."

Ye Qingyi hurriedly comforted him: "Silly boy, why are you crying? Since your master knowingly committed a crime and accepted you as a disciple, he valued you so much." , you should perform well, give your master a sigh of relief, and don't let the valley master and your master be disappointed."

"Yes." Xuan Moxiao sucked his nose, and swallowed his grievances, "I will remember everything my uncle said, and I will work hard to live up to my master's expectations of me."

"It's so good." Ye Qingyi said as he said, stretched out his hand and stroked Xuan Moxiao's hair.

The moment his cold and soft fingers touched his hair, Xuan Moxiao trembled uncontrollably, he clenched his fists suddenly, lowered his head slightly, and let Ye Qingyi stroke it.

When the fingertips slid over the hair, there was a pleasant "rustling" sound. The sound was so beautiful that Xuan Moxiao felt like he was going to be intoxicated. His scalp was numb and his heart was in a mess. The annoyance disappeared in an instant, and he wished that time would freeze at this moment, because this was a warm moment that he had never experienced in his life.

But if Xuan Moxiao could see it at this time, he would find a green aura flowing between the jade hand that was caressing his hair.

The aura was almost thinner than Xuan Moxiao's hair, it swam around Ye Qingyi's fingertips like a snake, and then disappeared into a wisp of white smoke.Bai Yan... This proves that the body under him has no spiritual power. Xi Muhai raised Xuan Moxiao for 16 years, but he didn't even teach him the method of absorbing spiritual energy.

With such precautions, it seems that the psychological shadow caused by the events of that year to Xi Muhai is really not small.

"Mo Xiao, take off your clothes." Ye Qingyi withdrew his hand and said calmly.

Xuan Moxiao, who was enjoying Ye Qingyi's touch, was startled: "Take off, take off your clothes?"

"Yes." Ye Qingyi's eyes were calm, "Your master is inconvenient today, so I will touch your fairy bones for him."

Fairy bones... Xuan Moxiao never thought that he had the fairy bones of a cultivator, but he still took off his shirt obediently, exposing his frail and pale body in front of Ye Qingyi's eyes.

Ye Qingyi was slightly taken aback looking at Xuan Moxiao's body.

The boy's body is thin and clean, with even texture, and his skin is as delicate and white as suet jade, but on that delicate and white skin, it is covered with deep and shallow scars.

Those scars were caused by swords, sticks, or fists. They spread all over the chest and back, one on the left and one on the right, densely packed and shocking. Ye Qingyi gasped: "They were all the beatings?"

Xuan Moxiao looked down at the ugly scars on his body, and put on his coat in a panic.

"It's okay." He smiled and said to Ye Qingyi, "Master, these injuries... have long since disappeared."

Ye Qingyi concentrated and remained silent, he looked at the small part of the back of Xuan Moxiao's neck calmly, and said lightly after confirming that there was no difference: "Don't worry, you won't suffer like this again in the future."

Xuan Moxiao's hand holding the skirt of his shirt trembled slightly, he raised his head, and suddenly met Ye Qingyi's twinkling and affectionate eyes.

He and Ye Qingyi looked at each other for a moment, then hurriedly looked away, and hurriedly got dressed, looking panic-stricken.

Ye Qingyi sneered, she only wanted to drink the tea when she brought it up, Rong Lian came in with two large porcelain bowls.

"Master, the peach blossom soup you want is ready." Rong Lian put two steaming bowls of peach blossom soup on the table, tilted her head to look at Xuan Moxiao who was as quiet as a kitten, and said with a smile, "Xuan Brother, why is your face so red?"

After Xuan Moxiao listened, her little face turned even redder.

Ye Qingyi glanced at Xuan Moxiao and smiled, "Okay, stop making fun of your little brother, let's rest."

"Yes." Rong Lian left with the tray, leaving behind only the aroma of peach blossom soup.

Ye Qingyi stared quietly at the two bowls of peach blossom soup, pondered for a moment and said: "Try the peach blossom soup made by your brother Rong, it tastes very good."

Xuan Moxiao, who was about to calm down, nodded: "Yes."

He moved to the table and knelt down, and slowly picked up a bowl of peach blossom soup.

The delicate and glutinous peach blossom soup slid over the rim of the bowl, and it was about to enter the young man's mouth. Ye Qingyi suddenly raised his sleeves: "Wait a minute."

Xuan Moxiao immediately put down the bowl: "Master, what's wrong?"

Ye Qingyi raised his sleeves and remained silent.

Under the white gauze cloud sleeve, a small bright red pill was quietly lying in Ye Qingyi's palm.

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very poor...