[Wearing the Book] I and the male lead are innocent!

"I've been meditating in the cave, have you memorized your book?" Chu Qiuwan wiped the sword and put it back on his waist.

Xiao Zimu replied immediately: "I have recited it."

"Come over tomorrow morning." Chu Qiuwan dropped these words, Bai Jian flew out of the scabbard and fell to his feet, and Yu Jian left.

After Xiao Zimu watched Chu Qiuwan leave, he lowered his head for a moment and then turned back to baring his teeth. His palms were burning with pain, as if he had crushed a hundred catties of dried chili, and three layers of flesh would fall off.

After returning, Xiao Zimu held the medicine bottle with his arms, pulled off the cork with his teeth, pinched the neck of the bottle with his fingers, and carefully applied the medicine.The white and thick medicinal liquid melted into Xiao Zimu's palm like a puddle of water, slightly damp.

It was wet and white, very much like the stuff he used to cover Xie Yun's book cover.

Thinking of this, Xiao Zimu's face suddenly turned red.

How could he think there.

Xie Yunshu wanted to help him with his own hands, saying that he would be responsible, but it was obvious that he couldn't control his lower body.

Xiao Zimu looked away from the liquid, and only applied the medicine based on his feeling. He turned his resentment to Xie Yunshu, cursed several times, and suppressed the unbearable memories that came up.

Xie Yunshu was going to Wuyuan, thousands of miles away, to find out Zhang Wu who was hiding there and asked about Elder Tianji's relationship with the dead Demon Lord, so he put on plain clothes and went out early in the morning.

Yesterday he picked a method that was commensurate with Xiao Zimu, but because Xiao Zimu left too quickly, he didn't have time to send it out, so now he had to put it down while he was sleeping.

Xie Yunshu hid his aura, flew outside Xiao Zimu's cave, and untied the barrier a few times. After entering, Xie Yunshu saw the person lying on the side of the bed, with both hands stretched out of the bed, exposed to the air.

Xie Yunshu frowned slightly.

Dongyang Peak is colder, and it is even colder at night. If you expose your hands outside, you are not afraid of the cold.

He walked over, trying to put Xiao Zimu's hand back under the quilt.However, when he lowered his head for a moment, he saw the unabated blood on the palm of Xiao Zimu's hand.

The palm of the hand is light blue, and the base of the fingers is still a little purple.

Xie Yunshu was stunned, he squatted down, bowed his head, his fingers gripped Xiao Zimu's wrist, and he pulled his eyes closer to look more carefully.

This kind of beating method is more like punishment. On Dongyang Peak, only Chu Qiuwan can beat Xiao Zimu.

Xiao Zimu didn't have time to put on his belt when he left him, and when he returned to Dongyang Peak, he must have bumped into Chu Qiuwan and got his palm slapped.

Xie Yunshu looked at Xiao Zimu's hands up and down, and carefully pulled up a piece of sleeve to see if there was any injury, his whole heart seemed to be soaked in bitter water, wrinkled and distressed.

He should have followed Xiao Zimu last night, so Mu Mu wouldn't have to be wronged.If Xiao Zimu had clearly explained the reason to Chu Qiuwan, it would be impossible for him to know nothing.

Xie Yunshu didn't dare to use too much force, he gently held Xiao Zimu's hand, and channeled the gentle spiritual power. After a while, he raised his hand and saw that the bruise had completely disappeared, so he felt relieved and put Xiao Zimu on the Cover the quilt with the outer hand, and carefully tuck in the corners of the quilt.

His hands were frozen outside all night, and now he was able to return to the comfort of the bed, and Xiao Zimu let out a "hmm" in his sleep comfortably, with a soft ending, shrinking himself and the quilt into a ball.

Xie Yunshu chuckled, reached out and rubbed Xiao Zimu's exposed earlobe, and rubbed it into a pink snow ball, then let go, stroked the soft line of the cheek to the end, and stood up.

Putting his thoughts on the stone table, Xie Yunshu quietly left Tianlanzong.

When he woke up, Xiao Zimu was pleasantly surprised to find that his hands were no longer hurting. He turned over and over to check, and made sure that nothing happened.

He remembered that he did not leave a book on the table yesterday.

Xiao Zimu put on a coat, walked over suspiciously, and saw the title of the book, it was the one Xie Yunshu put down when he saw him coming when he went to Xie Yunshu's place yesterday.

The earlobe that was rubbed by Xie Yunshu just now, in the deserted morning light, needless to say, it has gradually turned the pink of spring peach, as bright as a red bead, so vivid.

After half an hour.

After Xiao Zimu washed and ate, he pressed the idea given by Xie Yunshu under his pillow, and left the cave early to go to Chu Qiuwan.

Chu Qiuwan was already waiting in the cave, and when Xiao Zimu tapped the barrier outside, he let go of the barrier and let Xiao Zimu come in.

Chu Qiuwan sat at the stone table, surrounded by emptiness.As soon as Xiao Zimu came in, he could hear the echo of the breeze blowing in.When Chu Qiuwan was away, he felt that the cave was empty, and now that there were people there, he felt even more lonely.

"Master." Xiao Zimu bowed first.

Chu Qiuwan responded calmly, without reading the book, and asked a few questions directly.

Xiao Zimu thought it wasn't too difficult, and answered quickly and confidently.

When Chu Qiuwan heard Xiao Zimu's answer, his face was calm, and he flicked through the air, and a wooden sword slowly appeared in the air.

Xiao Zimu carefully observed Chu Qiuwan's expression, and the other party was very calm after hearing his answer, as if he had just listened to his small talk, and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Chu Qiuwan held the hilt of the wooden sword, and when he got up, he skillfully pulled a small sword flower, turned the direction of the sword tip, pointed to the air, and handed the hilt to Xiao Zimu.

Xiao Zimu spread out his palm and reached out to take it.

Chu Qiuwan lowered his eyes and glanced lightly at Xiao Zimu's palm.

The palms are clean with a healthy pink tint.

Chu Qiuwan relievedly let go of his hand, removed a sliver of spiritual power buried on the wooden sword, and handed it over to Xiao Zimu.

The wooden sword is made of clam wood from the South China Sea, the wind of the sword can break the wind and mountains, but also, its weight should not be underestimated, it is only wood, but it weighs two hundred catties.

Xiao Zimu was not on guard, and when the wooden sword fell into one hand, he almost staggered and fell down. The hand that hadn't caught the sword hurriedly came to the rescue. Both hands held the hilt of the sword together, and barely lifted it to the front, standing on the ground. before the legs.

Chu Qiuwan glanced at Xiao Zimu's sword-holding posture, frowned in dissatisfaction, and said coldly, "Is this how you learned in the previous lessons?"

Xiao Zimu also felt that this posture was not very appropriate, so he changed it to hugging, with the protruding hand guard on his shoulders to prevent the sword from slipping down, hugging the sword with both arms, and raised his eyes to meet Chu Qiuwan's again.

Chu Qiuwan's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and she said with a bit of annoyance in her voice, "When can you use this sword to cut off the tallest branch of the pine tree outside the cave, and come to me again."

Before coming in, Xiao Zimu had seen the tree, it was about ten meters high, and it was obviously unrealistic to climb up with an epee on his back.He can either learn to chop down with the sword wind, or he can lift the sword and climb up without any effort.

Chu Qiuwan acted resolutely, and a spell knocked Xiao Zimu out of the hole, one step closer to the towering pine tree.

The pine trees grew luxuriantly, and the inseparable pine needles blocked half of the sunlight, and the falling shadows covered the approaching road ahead of Xiao Zimu.

Xiao Zimu paused on the spot for a moment, with Chu Qiuwan's cave behind him and the shadowed road ahead, he sighed, stepped into the shadow of the pine tree with his epee in his arms, and stood in the direction where he swung his sword, facing the branch. Location.

The other half of his body supported the weight of the sword, Xiao Zimu slowly let go of one hand, the strength of the sword body gradually pressed on his upper body, Xiao Zimu gritted his teeth and insisted, and finally let go of one hand completely.

Holding the hilt of the sword backhand with the free hand, Xiao Zimu silently recited the mantra, and suddenly raised it with one hand, the tip of the sword slashed across the air in front of him, making a sound of breaking wind.

The wooden sword turned to the side, but Xiao Zimu's strength gradually failed. He was just able to hold the sword decently, when he tilted his body, and even the sword led the person to fall to the ground. He fell like a dog and made a loud and clear sound. The bird resting on the high pine was startled and flew away.

Xiao Zimu's forehead was pressed against the cold ground, and his nose was sore from the bump. He put his elbows on the ground and got up with support.

On this day, Xiao Zimu successfully swung the sword twenty times in total, but later on he became more and more tired, and his spiritual power gradually couldn't keep up with the demand, and it took a long time to wait until night to swing a sword.

Behind him is Chu Qiuwan's retreat place.The sound of the fall was loud, and Xiao Zimu was a little embarrassed at first. People who meditate are usually in quiet places. Objectively speaking, he is a bit disturbing.Moreover, he always felt that the sound of falling would make him appear stupid, and the sword was always out of grip.

Compared to his movements, Chu Qiuwan inside was very quiet, he didn't step out of the cave, and he didn't speak through sound transmission, just like the air that didn't exist.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Zimu dragged the big wooden sword back to his cave, lying on the bed, there was pain everywhere, his dantian was empty, and urgently needed spiritual power to replenish.

Being tired, Xiao Zimu couldn't help but read Xie Yunshu.In the past, every time he went to Zhilanju after reciting his books, Xie Yunshu always came to help him heal his injuries.