What about the Master's text?

The two were so close to each other that Fu Ji could even smell the faint fishy smell coming from Bo Yu's body.

"Bo Yu..." Fuji's back was extremely cold, but his chest was extremely burning. He felt that Bo Yu was holding his wrist, and it was getting worse.

"Who is Jingfan?" Bo Yu said coldly, "Master, you were mentally incomplete and your cultivation level was not stable before, but now..." He elongated his voice, "Thinking about it, I have already remembered it."

Bo Yu had guessed before, and tried to convince himself that many things were his groundless guesses, but now, whether it's Fu Ji's reaction or the words of the giant python, they are all conveying a message to him.

My identity is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Jingfan is the great disciple of Yunmiao Sect," Fu Ji said after a long time, and he spoke slowly, "A hundred years ago, the Yunmiao Sect led a large-scale exorcism, killing countless demons for decades, until the devil came into the world, The Yunmiao Sect was slaughtered day and night, leaving only the eldest disciple Jing Fan and an inner disciple."

In one night, the Yunmiao Sect was wiped out, and the corpses of all the members of the sect were lying on the ground. Zhang Chen, who was the head of the Xuantian Sect at the time, came with his disciple Fu Ji and hundreds of disciples of the sect, Xingye, but saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. There were two people, one big and one small, kneeling in front of Zhanglv Hall.

The big one is Jingfan, and the small one is Jingxu.

For seven consecutive days, Jing Fan personally buried the corpse, and Jing Xu, who was still young, also followed behind him in mourning.

Zhang Chen didn't bother the two of them, and only asked Fu Ji to follow Jing Fan, lest he would do something bad.

However, Fu Ji felt that this person should not do anything impulsive.

Because from the beginning to the end, Jing Fan's face was pale, he didn't cry, he didn't even get red eyes, but when Fu Ji followed him for a whole day, he suddenly handed Fu Ji a cake.

Fu Ji didn't answer, he didn't react yet, he just stared blankly at Jing Fan's handsome face, and asked stupidly, "Do, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you hungry?" Jing Fan directly stuffed the cake into his hand, "From now on, you don't have to follow me, you go back."

"But..." Fu Ji was still a little dazed as he held the cake.

"I will neither seek death, nor will I take revenge rashly." The white wipe on Jing Fan's forehead was extremely eye-catching, he turned and left without waiting for Fu Ji to speak, his thin back was silent, as if he was about to disappear in the next moment.

Fu Ji suddenly became obstinate for no reason, took the cake and followed closely.

Jing Fan walked a while, and stopped when he heard the voice behind him, frowned, "Do you have nothing else to do?"

The meaning of expulsion in the words was too obvious, but Fu Ji actually thought about it seriously, "No."

Master didn't tell him anything else, only told him to take good care of Jingfan.Thinking about it this way, Jingfan is the most important thing for him right now.

Jing Fan stared at the young man for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh, "That's all, it's up to you."

Fu Ji made up his mind a bit, he thought this person would drive him away immediately.

From then on, no matter what Jingfan did, there must be two people, one big and one small, behind him.

On this day, the sky was bright and clear, and the air was full of the astringent smell of grass. Jing Fan knelt in the Zhanglv hall, with a hundred tablets placed in an orderly manner on the table in front of him.

He knelt on the futon for a full six hours, never bent his back, and his face was neither sad nor happy.

Fu Ji also stayed with Jing Fan all the time, he stood outside the door, looking at the man's thin shoulders, his heart skipped a beat for some reason.

"...When Yun Miaozong was slaughtered, I was taking Jing Xu to catch fish at the foot of the mountain." Jing Fan's voice was very soft, Fu Ji was in a daze, he raised and lowered his feet, but he didn't go in.

This is the Zhanglu Hall of Yunmiao Sect, outsiders are not allowed to enter.

But Jing Fan was obviously talking to him, Fu Ji's lips moved, and he uttered a few words with difficulty, "It's not your fault."

After finishing speaking, Fu Ji felt that such consolation seemed a little perfunctory. He rubbed his fingertips, but he couldn't say any other beautiful words.

Fortunately, during this period of getting along with each other, Jing Fan already knew what kind of person he was, and what Jing Fan said today was not to gain Fu Ji's sympathy.

So his eyes looked over from the tablets one by one, and finally fell on a certain place, "I was carried back from the mountain by the master. I heard from him that I was thrown in the mass grave. If it weren't for a big black dog to protect me So, it might have been eaten by eagles a long time ago."

"When the master brought me back, he hadn't accepted any disciples yet, and the Yunmiao Sect was only a small sect, and the disciples in the inner sect were only counted by the disciples of other elders... But the uncles and brothers treated me very well, In exchange for teaching me mental methods... They said that I was too proficient. I could memorize more than ten mental methods in half a month. "

Jing Fan suddenly laughed when he said this, his back was facing Fu Ji, Fu Ji didn't know that tears were already in his eyes.

"I returned to Yunmiao Sect within a few days of training. Master asked me why I came back. I smiled embarrassedly and said that I was not used to the food outside, and I was not used to sleeping on the bed."

Jing Fan's shoulders leaned forward, "Actually, I lied to them. It's because of a meal. It's clear that I heard them say that they want to send me away from Yunmiao Sect."

"Master thinks that I am extremely talented, and I have been wronged by staying in the Yunmiao Sect, but they don't know that I would rather be my head disciple in the Yunmiao Sect than a monk who can ascend to the Mahayana."

"What about after that?" Fu Ji kept staring at that figure, and for the first time he felt sad, not because of himself, but because of the person in front of him, he asked again, "I heard from Master that you have been to many sects , but Seventeen is the youngest cultivator at the peak stage of the Nascent Soul in the cultivation world."

Before he heard Jing Fan's name, Fu Ji was a genius admired by everyone in the Xuantian Sect. He formed an alchemy at the age of 15. He was a well-deserved son of heaven, especially the only disciple of the head of the Xuantian Sect.Compared with Yunmiao Sect, a little-known sect, countless people from Xuantian Sect flock to it, and Fu Ji is the object of everyone's pursuit.

But one day, Fu Ji heard another person's name from Master.

Pure Brahma.

During Fu Jiwo's more than ten years of cultivation in the back mountain of Xuantianzong, he had not heard many names, and even knew very few people.

But the word "Jing Fan" took root in his heart.

For fear of being persecuted, Yun Miaozong kept concealing Jingfan's talent from the outside world until he successfully reached the peak of Yuanying, and the word "Jingfan" was born.

Directly stand out among the younger generation.

In fact, what Jing Fan didn't know was that Fu Ji actually met him a long time ago.

At that time, all the major sects in the cultivation world gathered on the Lianjin Terrace, and it was the first time for the younger generation of the sect to show up on such a big occasion. Fu Ji, as the direct disciple of the head of the Xuantian Sect, naturally everyone wanted to cling to him.

But Fu Ji didn't show up on that day at all, he hated being judged, and he didn't like to join in the fun, so he left long before Master sent someone to look for him.

It was only he who went out through the back door, and one of them turned over from the wall, almost knocking him down.

"Sorry." The man wrapped his arms around his waist, and Fuji's waist and eyes hurt unexpectedly. He was about to look at it, but the man let go of his hand and left in a hurry, leaving a trace of fragrance in the air.

But for a moment, Fu Ji didn't have time to see the man's face clearly, he walked away without thinking too much, but stepped on something under his feet.

On the ground was a ruby ​​bead, strung with a very unusual string.

Fu Ji leaned over to pick it up, but the man had disappeared.

Later, something happened at Lianjintai, and Fu Ji was scolded by his master, he obeyed obediently, and when the master left, he still stood upright by the water to reflect.

At some point, a figure walked by, and then returned, watching him from a distance.

Fu Ji had sensed that gaze a long time ago, and didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was a joke, but after so long, the man was still there, Fu Ji thought about it, and raised his head to meet the other's gaze.

The man not far away was wearing a single red shirt with complicated incantations on the collar, but Fu Ji was startled.

The man was handsome and relaxed, with a smile in his eyes, and a touch of red at the end of his eyes added an alluring charm to the already beautiful face.

Yes, it is to seduce people.

If Fuji was a cold and proud piece of uncut jade, then this man was a touch of vermilion on the white jade, making it unforgettable at a glance.

"Hey, fellow daoist, have you ever picked up a ruby ​​bead?" The man smiled at him, the redness in his eyes became even more red.

Fu Ji remained silent.

"Little fellow daoist?" After waiting for a long time without a response, the man finally stepped over and stood three feet away from Fuji.

The distance was neither too far nor too close, just enough not to offend.

Fu Ji withdrew his gaze, but the man smiled more gently, "Don't you know how to talk?"

It can be heard that he has no malice, and Fu Ji even thinks that this person is easy to get along with, but he still doesn't know how to speak.

The ruby ​​bead is now placed in his arms, the place closest to his heart.

It is clear that the storage ring can also be put in it, but Fu Ji put it in his arms by accident. He waited for three days, and he always felt that this person would follow.

Sure enough, he was told to wait for three days.Fu Ji's eyes dimmed, "I don't know you."

These words are true, but they are very alienated, but they are not hurtful. It may be because his tone is too calm, and the angle of Jing Fan's lips becomes more and more obvious.

"I didn't know each other before, but I've known each other since today." Jing Fan smiled ripplingly, and tried to take a step forward, with a gentle voice, "So you picked up that red jade bead, right?"

Fu Ji nodded this time, "Yes."

But the next moment he raised his eyes, "What's your name?"

It was the first time for the only disciple of the head of Xuantianzong to be so presumptuous, but he only froze for a moment, and then he clenched his fists, feeling a rare sense of tension in his heart.

Fortunately, the person in front of him is very generous, "Jing Fan."

"My name is Jingfan, and I am a disciple of Yunmiao Sect."

Jing Fan, Fu Ji recited these two words silently in his heart, then stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, inside lay the ruby ​​bead quietly.

"Thank you." Jing Fan accidentally touched Fu Ji's palm with his fingertips, and quickly held the ruby ​​bead in his hand.

Fu Ji shook hands, and the warm feeling at that moment made his heart skip a beat.

"What about the monk Yuanying? It's not like he can't save anyone..." Jing Fan knelt on the futon. Now he is far from the spirited and vigorous person he was when he was on the Lianjin Terrace, but his back is as straight as ever, as if the sky is falling Nor does it make him bend over.

But Fu Ji knew it was not true, this person would be sad, he is also a mortal, he has seven emotions and six desires, his heart seems to be hard, but in fact his heart is soft hearted to a mess.

Just like three months after the Lianjintai incident, Fuji saw Jingfan again.

It's just that Jing Fan was busy saving people at that time, and didn't see him.

In such a large open space, three rogue cultivators kidnapped a luxuriously dressed young man, and it was none other than Jingfan who faced them.

In order to save the person, Jingfan confuses the person, not only throwing the sword in his hand under his feet, but also sealing the spiritual vein himself.

When Fu Ji came, he happened to see him fighting against three. Somehow he used some method to beat those three casual cultivators into pig's heads, while the young man was in tears, sobbing softly while grabbing Jing Fan's sleeve.

Then Fu Ji saw Jing Fan hastily wiped the blood on his hands, then gently rubbed the little boy's hairy head, and endured the injury on his body and leaned over to say something.

The little boy laughed through his tears, and grabbed Jing Fan's sleeve with increasing strength.

Fu Ji was quite surprised by this unexpected encounter, but Jing Fan was only focused on coaxing the young master, but didn't notice that he was standing not far away.

Going in a hurry, Jing Fan took the young master and left.

It was after this that Fu Ji learned about Jingfan from others.

"The one named Jing Fan, I heard that he is a disciple of a small sect in the west. That sect has no power, what is it called Misty... Oh no, it is Yunmiao Sect..."

"This Jingfan seems to like to meddle in other people's business. Every time he goes down the mountain to practice, he always wants to take other people's chances. You see, this time, the young master of the Tianyan Sect was taken away by a casual cultivator. It was a coincidence that he ran into him. Tian Yanzong said that someone could rescue their little ancestor, and thanked him with a treasure, but the monks from all sides told him to kill him before they found any clues!"

"That is, if there is no evidence, some people will inevitably wonder whether this Jingfan deliberately took people away and sent them back, otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence!"

When one person said that, more people echoed, Fu Ji planned to leave after listening halfway, but unexpectedly, the surrounding people were blind, and someone actually stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve.

Fu Ji's eyes sank, and he narrowly dodged it, but the man caught him with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this? I just want to be with you and drop by to see what's going on. Maybe the Jingfan Road has been overlooked and accidentally..."

"hiss!"

"what do you mean!"

The sword in Fu Ji's hand was only seven inches out of the sheath, but it was dangerously close to the man's neck.

But what frightened the man was that there was already a killing intent in Fu Ji's eyes.

"You yourself are incompetent, but you say that others are playing tricks, it is too narrow-minded!"

The disciples of Xuantian Sect following Fuji couldn't hide their astonishment. Fuji, who had always been spotless, was rarely angry because of some trivial matters, and he didn't seem to be angry normally.

Probably those people were really frightened, and they ran away in despair one by one. The disciples of the sect beside Fu Ji looked at his expression, and carefully asked, "Are you going back to the sect now?"

It has been more than a month since they went down the mountain to experience this time, and if they don't go back, the head is afraid that they will be furious.

But Fu Ji looked towards the end of the road, "Not going back."

"what?!"

"Where to go then?"

All of them showed puzzled faces, Fu Ji glanced at them, "Go back, I still have one thing to deal with."

When he said this, the people around him naturally refused, "The head of the sect has an order, and we have to follow you." Part of the reason was that the head of the sect was afraid that Fu Ji was not sophisticated enough, so he was wronged outside.

But Fu Ji only glanced at them coolly, "Go back."

Just four words, everyone's spine shuddered, and in the end you looked at me and I looked at you, and walked away with three steps.

After the sect's disciples left, Fu Ji looked in the direction where Jing Fan had disappeared, and after thinking about it, he followed his trail to catch up.

"Fu Ji?"

Jing Fan, who was kneeling on the futon, stood up at some point. The clothes on his knees were a little wrinkled, and his face was a little tired, but his eyes were very gentle, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Before Fu Ji could answer, Jing Fan had already placed the back of his hand on his forehead, and then left, as if throwing a stone in Fu Ji's calm and calm heart, causing him to be confused.

"I heard from Jing Xu that you caught a cold last night and coughed for a long time?" Jing Fan took out a bottle of medicine and handed it to him, "Although I didn't have a fever, I still take pills just in case."

Fu Ji hesitated a little, but Jing Fan never retracted his outstretched hand.

Fu Ji lowered his eyes, and finally stretched out his hand.

"The Tianhan of the Yunmiao Sect is no better than the Xuantian Sect. I've been busy with these things recently, so I couldn't take care of you. I'm sorry."

Jing Fan's apology came very suddenly, Fu Ji was slightly surprised, and when he raised his head, he bumped into the bottom of his eyes, the hand under his sleeve clenched tightly, and the smooth medicine bottle made him feel even more flustered.

Fu Ji's voice trembled, "No, no..."

He was originally called by the master to take care of Gu Jingfan and Jingxu, but it seems that he has not been able to help until now, and it is Jingfan who always has to devote more attention to take care of him.

As time passed, Fu Ji couldn't tell who was taking care of whom.

"I've always wanted to ask you something..." Jing Fan said, he was slightly taller than Fu Ji, and when Fu Ji lowered his head, he could just see a little fluff on the side of the other's neck.

But Jing Fan quickly looked back, he was a bit too much.

"Ah?" Fu Ji was stunned for a while, and realized later, "Why, what's the matter..." He said awkwardly, "You can ask."

But with just a few words, when Piansheng opened his mouth, he blushed. Jingfan looked at it, and his thoughts became more firm in his heart, so he asked smoothly, "Did I make you very uncomfortable?"

These words are very abrupt, at least Fu Ji thinks so.

But Jing Fan didn't think so, he saw Fu Ji's flushed face, looked at this person who always had a cold face but became more and more eye-catching, and added, "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. ..."

"However, I hope you don't feel disgusted, after all... I think you are very good."

Jing Fan spoke very fluently, but Fu Ji was completely dumbfounded.

He felt that he must have heard it wrong, otherwise how could Jingfan say such words.

Especially the power of the last sentence made Fu Ji stupefied, and unconsciously met Jing Fan's eyes, "You, what did you just say?"

For a rare look of stupidity on his face, Jing Fan laughed, and the cloud that shrouded his head seemed to dissipate a lot in an instant.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Fu Ji's red earlobe that was about to bleed, and said with a smile in his voice, "I said, you're fine..."

"I hope that my words and deeds will not make you feel uncomfortable. If you really feel uncomfortable, you can tell me and I will try to change..."

"Why?" Fu Ji spoke sharply this time.

"Probably... because I think you are very nice and cute."

The word "cute" was like a thunderbolt, making Fu Ji stupid.

He had never heard anyone comment on him like that, not even Master!

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