Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

"Junior Brother Ye, what do you mean by that?"

Ye Qingyi was silent, he didn't know what he wanted to express, but when he saw Xuan Moxiao being lifted up in the air by the Charm, he vaguely noticed that the Charm seemed to have said something to Xuan Moxiao, but The night was too dark for him to see or hear clearly.

Also, the Charming Monster is ferocious by nature, since the prey has been captured, there is absolutely no reason to let it go easily, but, that Charming Monster only hurt Xuan Mo Xiao, not his life.

This is a coincidence?Or something else, maybe, he was thinking too much...

Ye Qingyi turned the iron ring on his knuckles as he pondered: "Brother, have you ever thought that the reason why the Charming Monster first came to Weiling to provoke troubles after reappearing in the world may not be all because of the incident that happened back then. Could it be, who are they looking for?"

Su Mengsheng's deep black eyes trembled.

"You really have an exquisite heart." Su Mengsheng said with a smile, "Junior Brother Ye, to tell you the truth, I also guessed this, so I insisted on taking him away. After all, you and I will really go protect him."

Ye Qingyi sneered: "Don't drag me into it."

Su Mengsheng poked Ye Qingyi lightly with her finger, as if afraid of breaking him: "You are heartless, my apprentice saved you regardless of danger, so you are so anxious to separate yourself from him. "

"Do I have it?" Ye Qingyi smiled lightly, "Compared to the troubles you may face, my idea of ​​'having no conscience' is probably nothing."

Su Mengsheng sighed, as if acquiescing to Ye Qingyi's words: "The car must have a way to the front of the mountain, let's talk about it when we go back." He shook Ye Qingyi's cold hand, "Okay, you should not be able to hold on anymore, Take a good rest, senior brother is going to deal with some chores, and I will see you later."

"En." Ye Qingyi watched Su Mengsheng leave the Nuan Pavilion, falling into a dream amidst his troubled thoughts.

Outside Nuan Pavilion, Xuan Moxiao was helping Rong Lian decoct medicine.

"Gulu Gulu" The unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine kept coming out of the bubbling medicine jar. Xuan Moxiao kept guarding the medicine jar as if he couldn't smell it, carefully stirring the medicine juice with bamboo chopsticks, and adding new medicine in time herbs.

"Junior Brother, go and rest, I'm used to these tasks, I don't need your help, really." Rong Lian skillfully added firewood and fan the fire, while persuading Xuan Moxiao to rest.

Xuan Moxiao refused to leave, he silently arranged the herbs, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Rong, are these medicines that my uncle wants to drink?"

"That's right." Rong Lian replied with a smile, "This time I went down the mountain, but I only brought a few medicines that I must take every day, and I didn't bring many tonics. The master's vitality has been hurt a lot this time, so I'll go back Behind the mountain gate, you must cultivate yourself carefully."

While talking, Rong Lian had a worried look on her face, it can be seen that she was really worried about Ye Qingyi, Xuan Moxiao pursed her lips and asked tentatively: "Senior brother Rong, how did the uncle get sick. "

Rong Lian grabbed the dry branch and sighed: "Oh, it happened more than ten years ago. I was still young at that time. I heard from Brother Yin that Master used his original body as a sacrifice to treat a very powerful person. A formation was set up, intending to trap him, but the man rushed out desperately, and the master suffered a backlash because of this, which hurt the root. Since then, he was afraid of the cold, his body was cold, his heart palpitations and panic, and he coughed continuously. He drank various medicines for about an hour. It's gone, but it's not getting better, Master Du's hair is grey, because of Master's illness."

"So that's how it is... Xuan Moxiao murmured, "Master Uncle, it's really unfortunate..."

"Yes." Rong Lian paused for a moment and then smiled suddenly, "But Master is a heartthrob, although he is sick, he is the favorite of countless leaders of immortal families. Those who propose marriage to Feng are afraid that the threshold of Yuqiong Mountain will be crushed!"

Xuan Moxiao was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then said in a daze, "Really?"

"That's right." Rong Lian gloated, "Every time I see the head of the sect with a cold face invite the sons of the various immortal families who came to propose marriage, I am very happy. Marrying master is like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, except for the eldest son of the Su family, no one in this world is worthy of my master."

Xuan Moxiao listened silently, feeling a little sour in his heart, he took the dry branch from Rong Lian's hand: "Brother, you go and guard the uncle, I'll make the medicine."

"That's fine, what if Master has another nightmare and wakes up and no one is scared?" Rong Lian readily agreed, and handed the cattail fan to Xuan Moxiao, "Junior Brother Xuan, I leave this place to you. If you are tired, send a disciple to call me in the house."

"Okay." Xuan Moxiao obediently responded, watching Rong Lian trot away from the dining room.

Under the pitch-black medicine pot, tongues of flame danced wildly.

Xuan Mo Xiao's eyes as clear as streams of water quietly looked at the cluster of flames, and his heart suddenly became hot.

After tonight, he will be a disciple of Yuqiong Mountain...

Why is the lofty peak master of Diancang Peak willing to accept him as a disciple?Because he is so pitiful?

Xuan Moxiao couldn't figure it out, he should be very happy, but for some reason, he always felt uneasy in his heart.

He put down the cattail fan, looked out cautiously, and after making sure no one was passing by, he put his hand into the skirt of his clothes little by little, and took out a round and transparent spirit bead.

Ferry Lingzhu.

He had seen this bead before, in Xi Yanming's hand.

However, I'm afraid that even Xi Yanming can't guess that this spirit bead, which has been scrambled and searched for, is on him.

The beads were placed on him by the Charming Demon, and when that slippery and soft fox tail stroked his chest, the cold spirit beads quietly fell into his lapel.

But he didn't say anything...

Xuan Moxiao supported Du Lingzhu, his thoughts suddenly returned to the morning when he first saw Ye Qingyi and Su Mengsheng.

On that day, the sky was bright and clear, Xi Muhai swept away the haze of the past few days, and happily took Ye Qingyi and Su Mengsheng, who had successfully captured the monsters, to the valley as guests. Ye Qingyi, who was dressed in a green robe, was tall and handsome, and even though he covered his face, he was still so good-looking that people were fascinated.

Xuan Moxiao was stunned for some reason, Ye Qingyi had already left with Xi Muhai and disappeared, he was still staring at the place where Ye Qingyi walked, and suddenly, a sword hilt hit him On his back, the spiritual power rushed straight into the sea of ​​air, hitting his feet and staggering, spitting blood from his mouth and falling to the ground.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth and looked up, only to see three Cold Crystal Valley disciples standing not far away, looking at him with a sneer.

Xuan Moxiao hurriedly got up, lowered his head, not daring to look at the three of them.

"I said why I haven't seen you for a long time. It turns out that I ran here to be lazy." One of the disciples took back his sword, squinted his eyes and said strangely, "Have you finished the bathtub I want? Third Junior Brother's clothes. Have you finished washing? Sixth Junior Brother told you the day before yesterday that his dorm is damp, have you dried the bedding for him?"

"Not yet..." Xuan Moxiao looked timid.

The disciple stared: "Without you, how dare you be lazy here!"

Xuan Moxiao clenched his sleeves tightly, trembling.

"Second Senior Brother, it's intentional for me to see this bastard, we should show him some color!"

"That's right! Hang him on a tree and give him a good smoke!"

The other two said.

Xuan Moxiao trembled when he heard the words, fell to his knees with a thud, and kept begging: "Three senior brothers! I know I was wrong, I really realized my mistake, please give me some time, three senior brothers, and I will explain to you Things are done."

The three of them glanced at each other and smiled triumphantly: "Hurry up!"

"Mongrel!"

"When you see him, you get angry!"

Amidst cursing and cursing, the three left slowly.

Xuan Moxiao, who was kneeling on the ground, gritted his teeth secretly, and stood up little by little.

Looking at the backs of the three of them leaving arrogantly, he could do nothing but swallow the blood in his mouth.

Resisting will only lead to more unscrupulous insults. He can't resist, and he can't resist, but he is unwilling to die like this, so he can only endure the humiliation and live tremblingly.

Living is the hardest thing in the world.

Xuan Moxiao suppressed the anger in his heart, and staggered away.

The bath tub that the second brother Feng Yong needs must be made of high-quality green bamboo, the clothes that the third brother Kong Ji needs to wash must be soaked in Qionghua juice. Sometimes, you need to put a piece of cotton cloth on the quilt.

These years, he has carefully served the senior brothers, even the lowest servants in the valley have a higher status than him and live a better life, but even so, his senior brothers can't tolerate him and wish him to die.

The reason is that he is a bastard who has no father or mother.

Bastard... Xuan Moxiao smiled wryly, because he was born humble, so he wanted to live in such a humble way.

He picked up the axe and chopped down the towering green bamboo in front of him with one axe.

Seeing the bamboos that had no grievances or enmities with him fell one after another in front of him, Xuan Moxiao's heart was inexplicably relieved, and he raised his ax high again, just as he was about to fall, an ethereal and A strange sound came into his ears.

"Oh, how pitiful, I can only vent my anger on the bamboo after being bullied."

Xuan Moxiao turned pale with shock, put down the ax and looked around: "Who is talking!"