The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

The shadow of the whirling tree, the wind blowing the leaves, leaving layers of ripples in the mirror-like hot spring water. The master is half-ly lying in the hot spring, with black hair hanging down to his side.

There seemed to be an undercurrent surging deep in those dark eyes, and countless unspeakable emotions seemed to erupt like a volcano at any time.

The young man hurried forward and squatted halfway on the cobblestone by the spring.

He set up a person-hunting talisman, followed the guidance of the yin-yang bracelet to come here, but saw the scene in front of him.

Zong Wu tightly clenched his fingers on his chest, pulling the fair skin on his chest until it turned red, Qi Wushen was about to help it up, but his eyes first glanced at the small wooden box on the side.

His first reaction was to touch the Plastic Dao Pill in his pocket, and after confirming that it was still there, he reached for another small wooden box, wanting to see what kind of pill Master had taken.

However, before he could meet him, puff—a mouthful of dark red blood sprayed onto his arm.

The indigo short brown was deeply stained by the blood, the young man was startled, and turned his eyes back to the master.

There were still a few drops of residual blood on Zong Wu's lips, reflected on his pale skin, it looked a bit oozing.But fortunately, Xu was soaked in hot spring water, Zong Wu's face was ruddy, even though he just vomited blood, he didn't look weak.

Qi Wushen reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of Master's lips, his eyes were stained with worry, and he even ignored the wooden box that was almost in his hand.

"Master, what's the matter?" the young man said distressedly.

Zong Wu said nothing, but another voice behind him sounded first.

"It's just trash, it's dirty blood."

"Waste, waste way?" The young man glanced at Bai Bai uncertainly, then grabbed the wooden box, and looked at the small words on it, the words Xisuidan could not be more clear.

Qi Wushen was surprised and delighted, and even didn't know what to say for a while, but in the end, actions preceded words.

"You, why are you taking off your clothes?" Zong Wu calmed down in the pain, watching the clothes on the little apprentice's body falling like snowflakes and being thrown on the ground at random, he only felt his eyebrows throbbing, even the pain in his internal organs was alleviated a lot.

"What, what are you doing?" The boy bent over and took off the last pair of obscene pants, and stood naked in front of Zong Wu, and said again, "Of course I am with Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, he dived directly into the water, half-forcedly pulled Zong Wu into his arms, and tidied up the scattered black hair of the master while pulling it back.

The skin of the two was touching, Zong Wu was almost half-frozen in place, and the young man stood behind him. Although he couldn't see his face, the temperature slightly lower than the water temperature clearly reminded him that there was someone behind him.

"Can you let go?" Zong Wu asked with a frown. He had consumed too much energy fighting the pain, and it seemed like a waste of his energy to say one more word.

It's just...he suddenly noticed that because he focused on the contact with the little apprentice, the original pain seemed to be reduced.

"Forget it, you can hold it." Zong Wu embraced the mentality of making mistakes, turned sideways, and directly leaned his upper body on the young apprentice's chest, while avoiding contact with key parts.

Qi Wushen had already planned to coax the master into leaning over him, how could he think that the words were useless, Zong Wu leaned on him like a big cat.

The young man was surprised and delighted, his heart filled with fullness, but now was not the right time, so he could only hold back.

"Master, how do you feel now?" The person in his arms shrank, and the young man vaguely guessed where it hurt.He took Master's hand and put it on his shoulder, and said: "If Master feels uncomfortable, just arrest me, don't make things difficult for yourself."

At first, seeing Zong Wu's reddened chest, he already felt a little distressed, but now that he is here, he will definitely not let Master continue to hurt himself.

Zong Wu didn't say a word, but he didn't resist, and let the little apprentice play with him obediently.

Qi Wushen's heart was pounding, and it was the first time he felt the other party's response in this relationship, and it was even more like seeing the future of the two of them.

"Master, you have decided to take the marrow washing pill, why didn't you tell this disciple?"

Zong Wu didn't speak, but Bai Bai, who had been guarding behind him all the time, spoke.

"He wants to tell you, but I don't know how to say it?"

Just as Zong Wu hadn't figured out why he took Qi Wushen as his apprentice at the beginning, he also didn't know what made him decide to take the marrow washing pill and completely give up the Tao he had insisted on for so long.

It may be the child in the womb, it may be the sunny smile of the little apprentice every time he looks at him, or it may be every meal the little apprentice cooks for him, no matter when he never stops caring.

Zong Wu also swayed, but no one has ever been so attentive to him, and no one has ever made him feel that he wants to respond.It seemed that it was the first time he truly experienced such a bond with a person.

Zong Wu felt a pain in his heart, and tightened his arms around the little apprentice, as if he wanted to rub the flesh and blood of the two together.

He's clumsy, doesn't know how to be nice to a person, doesn't even know what this unclear feeling is.

——Do you like it?Is it love?

It's a pity that he doesn't know what liking and love are at all.

...Will you know after the Ruthless Dao is abolished?

"Master, what did you say?" the young man lowered his head and asked.

He didn't understand the entanglement and confusion of the person in his arms. At this time, his whole mind was filled with thoughts such as "Master is willing to give up the way of ruthlessness" and "Is the respected way of ruthlessness for him?" He wanted to run out with Zongwu in his arms right now, and announce it to the world.

Too bad he can't.

Qi Wushen put his ear to Zong Wu's lips, and only heard the master say intermittently: "I feel...the spiritual power is going to be out of control."

As soon as the words fell, the powerful spiritual power was released centered on Zong Wu, the forest birds were startled, the trees and weeds were pressed to the side, and the twigs were broken, like a strong wind passing through.

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Goose feather heavy snow, at the foot of the city.

Qi Wushen looked around, the scene around him was familiar yet unfamiliar.

The city gate, the broken bricks, and the urn city seemed to be where the imperial city was before he crossed the catastrophe, but the city walls and buildings were much newer than he had imagined.

——Where is this place?Isn't he with Master?Where did Master go?

Qi Wushen was puzzled, he raised his leg and wanted to walk around to check the situation, but as soon as he took a step, he felt a force pulling him back.

The boy looked down and suddenly found himself naked.

When he was excited just now, he really thought about running around on the street, but it really happened, Qi Wushen was very nervous instead.

The young man tried to find some shelter, but the snow was flying, and there was no one around, except for a few beggars under the city root.

He suddenly realized something was wrong, it was snowing, how could he not feel anything in such a cold day?

"Could it be..."

The boy stretched out his hand and pinched his arm, but his fingers passed directly through his body, which means that he is not an entity now.

Recalling the memory a little bit, he remembered that just now when the master's spiritual power went berserk, and when he opened his eyes again, he came here.

It should be related to this, Qi Wushen remembered that some immortals would release their consciousness when their spiritual power ran wild, and might even form a secret realm composed of their memories.

He guessed one or two, only felt that the situation at this time might be so.

This should be a memory of the master. He remembered that Nan Tianzun said that Zong Wu was taken from the mortal world to the ninth heaven by the Daoist Huasheng, and the current scene is the mortal world. It seems that the master was brought Before going to Nine Heavens.

The young man looked around, except for a few beggars in the corner, there was no one else, but when he tried to take a step again, he was pulled by the force that came from nowhere.

Qi Wushen leaned over to look for it, and found a transparent silk thread extending from his body.The silk thread was what stopped him from moving forward. He pawed at the thread and went retrograde all the way, finally found the end of the thread.A scattered thatch.

Thatch?what's the situation?

He thought that the other end would be connected to Master.

Qi Wushen bent down to look at the pile of thatch, thinking there was some way to get out of it, at this moment, the straw suddenly bulged into a small bag, and then a little beggar in ragged clothes came out of it.

The little beggar's hair was extremely long, covering most of his face, and a small piece of skin was faintly exposed, which was bloodless white, like snow falling from the sky.

"Huh?" The boy tugged at the silk thread attached to his body, then looked at the child again.

What about Master?How could he be connected with this little beggar?

An absurd thought arose in his heart, Qi Wushen bent down, and carefully looked at the face of the little beggar, the little guy looked only four or five years old, he was pitifully thin, as if his bones were covered with a layer of skin.

The tattered clothes on his body couldn't even wrap his body. In the cold weather, he was shivering. He had just emerged from the thatch pile, but he was desperately trying to get under it, as if he was trying to absorb only remaining heat.

At this moment--

"The rebels are coming in! Run!"

"Open the door, open the city gate and let us in!"

Qi Wushen stared blankly at the beggars rushing towards the city gate, behind them was a mass of blackness.

Before the boy could react in time, countless arrows shot from a distance, accompanied by the sound of iron hoofs and the sound of troops approaching from far to near.

Several beggars were shot by the arrow one after another, and after a scream, their bodies fell limply, leaving only blood on the ground.

The little beggar under the thatched pile was very clever, he didn't poke his head, he just pushed aside some straw and looked around timidly.

This should be a memory, since that's the case, the dead are things that have already happened.

Qi Wushen didn't pay attention to the cavalry and the dead beggar, but focused on the little guy under the thatch pile.

The face of the little beggar was covered by his hair just now, Qi Wushen looked in against the thatch, and saw that although the little beggar was so thin that he was about to lose weight, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and there were no superfluous marks on his fair face.

The young man focused his attention on the little guy's right eye, which was as clean as new, and there was nothing there.

Qi Wushen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a stray arrow shot in the wrong direction and flew straight towards the little beggar's right eye. Hearing a heart-piercing childish cry, the boy was dragged out of memory.

The breeze blows, but there are no cicadas.

Qi Wushen looked around, and returned to the original hot spring, but the surroundings were silent, and the cicadas and insects were no longer there.

Zong Wu's spiritual power has subsided, but the damaged forest cannot be restored.

The young man suddenly heard a low whimper, and quickly lowered his head to look at the person in his arms.

Master's entire right eye was red, but he still stretched out his hand and rubbed it over and over again, as if desperately trying to relieve some kind of discomfort.

The small mole under his eyes was rubbed red, and the location of the small mole was exactly the same as the place where the little beggar was stabbed by the arrow in his memory.

Qi Wushen's heart moved, he suddenly understood something, gently took Master's hand away, and embraced him in his arms.

At the same time whispered: "Master, don't be afraid, there are disciples here."

He hugged for a long time and never let go.

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-2719：20：39-2022-07-2820：12：22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 336516793 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!