How to cough up blood

This cold and angry reprimand brought back a little of Yin Lingxi's sanity.

He covered the darkness in his eyes, as if he didn't know what happened, curled up in pain, and whispered——

"Uncomfortable...Master...I feel so hurt..."

"I'm in so much pain..."

Just now, the ruthlessness that wished to devour people into the stomach disappeared, it was very pitiful.

Fuzhi's breath was unstable, and when he heard Yin Lingxi's voice, he subconsciously took another step forward, but stopped suddenly in the next second.

"..."

He slowly clenched his fingertips, making a crescent-shaped mark on his palm.

The scorching pain on the lips turned into fine needles, piercing into the heart sour and swollen.

Since he knew that Yin Lingxi had someone he liked a few days ago, he has been avoiding him.

This is a delusion in his own heart, there is no need to drag his innocent disciple into it.He thought he could avoid it by hiding.But this evil fate born of no root red thread can't be avoided so easily.

Fuzhi was only stunned for a moment, but the situation of Yin Lingxi, who was curled up on the ground, took a turn for the worse, the color of his pupils became darker, his whole body trembled, and he vomited another mouthful of blood, his disordered aura became even more violent.

Yin Lingxi opened his eyes slightly, struggled to reach out in the direction of Fuzhi, his voice was hoarse, and there was only one word repeated in his mouth: "...it hurts..."

Fuzhi sighed, finally compromised, came over again, silently helped Yin Lingxi up and sat down, then lifted his clothes and sat opposite him.

"Embracing Yuan Shou Yi, Purifying Lingtai."

The cold and clear voice was obviously not enough to wake up Yin Lingxi's mind, so Fuzhi had no choice but to get closer, resting his slender fingers on Yin Lingxi's shoulder, and continued to use his spiritual power to slowly straighten out the turbulence in his body.

The first combing was forced to be interrupted, and Yin Lingxi is already showing symptoms of madness, so this second time must not be disconnected again.

Fu Zhi pursed her thin lips slightly, calming down the chaotic thoughts in her heart, with a serious look on her face.

Gradually, the distance between the two became closer and closer.

The simple disciple who was 'demented' slowly approached Fuzhi as if he had no sense of security.

Fu Zhi exerted some force on the palm that conveyed the spiritual power, and said indifferently: "Don't move around, you..."

Yin Lingxi hugged him tightly.

"..."

Fuzhi bowed his head silently, letting Yin Lingxi hold her.

When Yin Lingxi's body condition stabilized, Fuzhi raised his other hand, and pointed at the back of Yin Lingxi's neck——

Chop hard!

Yin Lingxi froze, and immediately let go of his strength, and fell on his shoulders.

The two were very close, their hair tangled together.

Sword Master, who was as cold as the moon in the sky, sat quietly, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.After a long time, he helped Yin Lingxi up and carried him to his bedroom.

The sleepy young man in black lay on the bed. Fuzhi stood beside the bed for a long time before he let out a barely noticeable sigh and pulled the quilt for him strangely. When he bent down, he reached out and touched Yin Lingxi's The forehead was retracted after it was found that nothing happened.

As if he didn't feel it enough, before Fu Zhi left, he set up a spirit formation here to find out the situation in Yin Lingxi, and then went to the outside room to rest.

After the door was closed, the 'asleep' obedient apprentice opened his eyes. He sat up slowly and touched his forehead unconsciously with his fingers. fragrant.

"..."

Yin Lingxi lowered his eyes.

The spirit-enchanting array that was running around the bed and the quilt covering his body seemed to dilute the intense emotion that he had deliberately created just now, leaving only a bit of emptiness and tranquility.

-

On the other side, as soon as Fuzhi arrived outside, he heard a soft report in his own consciousness.

[Ah Ruan: The current debris recovery rate is 40.00% five. 】

Fuzhi closed the door and gave a humming hum.

Ah Ruan flew out of his consciousness, curious: "Master, why did you knock him out just now? If you continue to recover, the recovery speed will definitely be higher."

Fuzhi smiled, "That's wrong, if I let him continue, the recovery speed will definitely not change the slightest."

Ah Ruan was at a loss: "Huh?"

As a teacher, Fuzhile gave an easy-to-understand example to explain to his own dumplings.

"If you want to eat a piece of meat, this piece of meat is easy to eat, and you can eat it as many times as you want. You are satisfied, but will you still think about this piece of meat?"

Ah Ruan honestly shook his head.

Fuzhi raised his eyebrows: "If this piece of meat keeps dangling in front of your eyes, but you just can't eat it, what about you?"

Ah Ruan was thoughtful: "I will want to eat more and more..."

Fu Zhi took off the black silk from his eyes, his eyes were foggy, and he could vaguely see some shadows.

With a smile in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to stroke the messy red mites on his neck, and his cold voice was inexplicably bewitching.

"Everything can be used as a weight in the game, but what you can't get is the best, such as a seductive body, or..."

He wrapped the black silk around his fingertips, and slightly hooked his lips, "The illusory truth."

******

On the second day, as soon as Fuzhi opened the door, he sensed Yin Lingxi's aura.

Yin Lingxi stood outside with a guilty expression, holding a wooden plate with breakfast in his hand.

When he saw Fuzhi open the door, his eyes lit up, and he took half a step forward, his face full of shame: "Master...it was the disciple's lack of cultivation last night that caused him to go mad, and his words and deeds are so reckless...Please also, Master... Don't blame it!"

Fu Zhi had just woken up, she only picked out a simple piece of clothes to put on her body, her hair was untied and scattered behind her back.

The bite marks on the side of his neck were wiped with the elixir, and they faded a lot, leaving only sporadic red marks, which can't be seen unless you look carefully.

Fuzhi stretched out his hands to gather his outer shirt, turned his head, and after a while, said in a low voice: "...do you remember what happened last night?"

Yin Lingxi: "Remember one thing..."

He sounded ashamed, but there was a smile on his lips, thinking badly

—Of course I remember clearly.

Fuzhi tightened his fingers subconsciously, and after a while, he said coldly: "There is no need to talk about this matter, and you must not tell others."

Even if it was unintentional, after the news spread, the infamy of master-student incest would no longer be clear. He didn't care about fame, and he didn't care about it, but Yin Lingxi was still young, so these things must never be touched.

He frowned, and just about to say a few more words, he heard a familiar chuckle coming from outside the hall, and soon, the owner of this voice came inside the hall——

"Ah Fu, how are you recovering?"

A white-haired man in green shirt used the jade flute in his hand to part the veil in the palace, stepped in, and after seeing the state of mind between Fuzhi and Yin Lingxi, he paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.

Fu Zhi nodded to him: "Little Martial Uncle."

Yin Lingxi frowned and looked at Gu Mianliang, then said in a low voice, "I've seen Master Uncle."

Gu Mianliang raised his eyebrows, but he didn't respond, completely ignoring the person, he raised his eyes slightly, "Ah Fu, why are you resting outside?"

Before Fuzhi could figure out how to answer, he walked forward very naturally, separated Yin Lingxi, stretched out his hand, lowered his head slightly, and gathered the outer robe on Fuzhi's shoulders, and then pulled the hair tucked inside. Silk pulled it out gently, and sighed helplessly.

"Ah Fu, why are you still the same as when you were a child, how can I feel at ease."

To Yin Lingxi's surprise, his master, who was always indifferent and didn't like others to approach him, was surprisingly quiet.

He suddenly remembered that the day he had just joined Fuzhi's sect, when he went to Qingzhu Mountain to look for him, it was this man named Gu Mianliang, whose posture was very close and ambiguous to Fuzhi.

Gu Mianliang smiled, "Let's go, go to your bedroom."

He walked towards Fuzhi's room very familiarly.

Fuzhi looked helpless, hesitated for a moment, and followed.

There seems to be a long-standing tacit understanding between them, and they can understand what the other party wants to do without needing to say much.

Yin Lingxi tightened the wooden plate in his hand, making a very light clicking sound, and followed him into the bedroom silently.

Gu Mianliang pressed Fuzhi in front of the mirror, took out a delicate white jade comb, gathered Fuzhi's hair with knuckle fingers, and gently tied it up for him.

It feels comfortable to run your fingers through the hair.

Fu Zhian sat quietly, and said, "Please trouble me, little uncle."

"You have been taking care of me since you were a child. If there is any trouble, don't trouble."

With a smile in her eyes, Gu Mianliang tied his hair up slowly. When she lowered her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the sporadic red marks left on the side of Fuzhi's neck.

The red mark is so small that you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Gu Mianliang looked at it for a moment, and keenly sensed something was wrong.

He snapped his fingers.

Then he narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to cover it, and pressed his fingertips on it.

After a while, he said softly, "Where did Ah Fu...go to recently, or who did he meet?"

Fu Zhi was combed comfortably by him, and replied lazily in his heart, he didn't meet anyone, only met a mad dog.

But it didn't show on his face, he tilted his head to avoid Gu Mianliang's hand, and said, "Never."

Speaking of standing up.

Gu Mianliang pressed his shoulder with one hand, and pushed him back.

He concealed the hesitation and darkness in his eyes, smiled slightly, put away the white jade comb, took out a small jar of ointment, took out some and applied it on the red marks on the side of Fuzhi's neck, with an intimate gesture.

The cold touch of the ointment came over suddenly, and Fuzhi subconsciously hid for a while.

"Little uncle?"

"A Fu has a small scar on the side of his neck, I'll take care of it."

Fuzhi's body was barely checked, and he remembered last night in an instant, his ears were slightly red, he pursed his lips uncomfortably, and said no more.

Yin Lingxi was still standing beside him holding the wooden plate, the smile on his face had completely disappeared.

Since this man came, his master seemed to have forgotten him.

He squinted at the scene in front of him——

The handsome man with white hair and blue shirt smiled warmly behind the cold-looking sword master. The two sat up and down, and the mirror in front of them reflected their naturally compatible figures, like a picture scroll of spring tide gently embracing winter snow. There is a tacit understanding and harmony that does not allow anyone to intervene.

[Ah Ruan: The fragment recovery rate is 40.00% six. 】

A smile flickered across Fuzhi's lips.

Soon, Yin Lingxi's voice broke the atmosphere between the two of them——

"Master, the breakfast prepared for you is going to be cold."

After the sound, Gu Mianliang clearly noticed that Fuzhi's body tensed for a moment, and her voice was a little unnatural.

"Well, the teacher understands, you put it on the table for now."

With a flash in Gu Mianliang's eyes, he slowly put away the ointment, straightened his waist, his frosty white hair fell to his chest, and then casually swept towards Yin Lingxi. After being here for so long, he was finally willing to take a look Look at him.

Yin Lingxi, it was because of this person that Ah Fu suffered such serious backlash last time, but now, Ah Fu's emotions can be affected...

The black-clothed boy standing there smiled obediently and shyly at him, but there was a bit of fear in his voice.

He said: "Uncle Master, last time I only had a quick meeting with you old man, and you imprisoned me in the cold region. This time, I can finally greet you formally."

One by one, they even reminded Fuzhi that he was imprisoned in the cold region by Gu Mianliang before.

Sure enough, Fuzhi frowned, and was about to say something when he heard Gu Mianliang's warm and smiling voice——

"Okay."

Gu Mianliang turned his wrist, and tapped the green jade flute lightly on the palm of his hand. He pursed his lips and said, "The ceremony of the Tianyan Sect, the disciples of the grandchildren formally greet the master and uncle. They must burn incense and bathe, fast for a hundred days, and kneel three times. Nine knocks."

"The first two rituals can be avoided, but kneeling three times and knocking nine times can't be avoided."

Gu Mianliang was obviously smiling, but his eyes were cold. He looked towards Yin Lingxi.

"You, a junior, choose to greet you at this time, so this ceremony should be done at this time."