Some questions look stupid if you ask them, but you look even stupider if you don't ask them.
According to normal logic, the big guy with nine tails and nine eyes on the tail was invited by Nan Fuguang to pray to God and Buddha, but in fact everyone knows what it wants to do after being summoned. In fact, it’s not quite Guinan Fuguang——
Including why the nine eyes on its butt were useless and turned around to give one of its own people a bite, this is a complete mystery.
It may simply not like the taste of dragons.
"What happened? What's going on?" Nan Fuguang asked.
"I don't know. That day, I held my sword and tried to stop the monster native to the Big Sun Mine. However, before I could get close, the nine-tailed furry beast turned around and bit me without hesitation... You were there at the time, but you didn't see it. ”
"No way. If I were here I would see it."
"You're busy looking for the butcher."
"..."
OK
I searched for it for a while.
Just for a while.
Nan Fuguang didn't know that the master of Yuntian Sect just across the door was applauding Yunshang Xianzun's rapid improvement in emotional intelligence. She just suddenly discovered that today's master's personality has become a bit troublesome.
She is still more accustomed to Yunshang Immortal Lord who can't say a word in eight poles and can only open his mouth and say "you are such an ant".
"That doesn't make sense," Nan Fuguang cleared his throat and changed the topic, "How could it turn around and bite you when it's fine?"
"This is related to what kind of creature it is. Two questions arise together, and it is still unknown." Yan Ji'an lowered his eyes, "If you knew what kind of creature it was, Xie Ming would not be so incompetent that he could do nothing about it and let it bleed day and night. dripping.”
With Elder Xie Ming as the leader, the medicine cultivators in the Medicine Pavilion are just messing around.
If they are expected to have difficult and complicated diseases, they might as well go to the logistics department and order a coffin that looks good and fits the aesthetics of the Dragon Clan as soon as possible.
Nan Fuguang stopped talking.
Yan Ji'an didn't give her a chance to climb up the pole and attack other disciples of the same sect. His fingers were like swords, and he scratched his inner shirt. There was a cracking sound in the brocade, and neat cuts appeared on the blood-stained sleeves. The unique characteristics of Hun'ancao The smell of herbs mixed with blood hit his nostrils.
Green herbal medicine is the main ingredient in making top-grade hemostasis powder, but the finished product is not very good-looking. Green and black mixed with blood are like a ball of mud at this moment. Even though Nan Fuguang has just returned from the cannibalism in Dairi Mine. Returning from the place, such blood still made her throat tighten.
She frowned.
Yan Ji'an looked over, his eyes swept across her frowning eyebrows, and smiled slightly: "I haven't been injured for a long time, so pain like this is new."
Of course Nan Fuguang knew he was talking nonsense.
But saying "oh" at this time might be suspected of deceiving her master and destroying her ancestors. She knew clearly that this was probably some roundabout route that Yan Ji'an was taking, but she still had damn curiosity and a little bit of worry.
She picked her fingers and asked: "What should I do?"
Yan Ji'an pulled on his outer robe and feather coat a little: "We haven't changed the dressing yet today."
After he finished speaking, he looked straight at Nan Fuguang.
Nan Fuguang: "..."
Nan Fuguang: "Oh."
……
Chixue Peak, Tao Pavilion.
Nan Fuguang thought about it seriously. Ever since Lu Sang appeared, she seemed to have not been in a happy mood for a long time when entering and leaving Tao Pavilion——
Although in the past she had secretly mocked it as a dragon's lair.
The peach blossom tree she planted with her own hands bloomed brilliantly as always, as if she couldn't wait to tell everyone who saw it how well it lived after being transplanted.
Nan Fuguang stood under the tree with her sleeves tucked in and looked up for a while, until Yan Ji'an asked her what she was looking at.
"I'm looking at the white-eyed wolf." Nan Fuguang answered without hesitation until his neck ached.
Sometimes Yan Ji'an can't understand what her brain circuit is like. Just like she jumped up and down in the Yuntian Sect in the first half of her life and didn't show much friendship with her classmates, but in the Dairi Mine, she could do it for a group of miners she just met. Throw your head and shed your blood.
Now she calls a tree a white-eyed wolf, but the tree is not very old and has not yet developed intelligence.
"Last time I came to Tao Pavilion, it looked so good, just like a flower that never withers." Nan Fuguang continued slowly, minding his own business, "That day, I saw Master and I Junior sister Lu Sang, who is an official inner disciple, was practicing swordplay under a tree. She got the same sword from my master as my Yaoguang sword, and she also practiced the swordsmanship that I had practiced when I was a child, but she learned it faster and better than me... The petals of the peach blossom seemed to reward her. Like, landing lightly on the tip of her sword."
She withdrew her gaze, because she had been staring at a patch of pink for a long time. At this time, her eyes fell into a brief trance. Her gaze dropped to the toes of her shoes. She remembered that day, when she was going crazy because she could not break through the final stage of foundation building, and mustered up the courage to seek a feast. Yan Ji'an, only to find that someone else had taken the lead and witnessed with his own eyes that Lu Sang easily broke through the Qi refining stage under Yan Ji'an's nose——
Just because he is a divine phoenix, Lu Sang suddenly got everything Nan Fuguang once had or tried to have... It was as if the world had awakened some kind of will. From now on, the torrent that rolls forward will only be written with her as the center. , she doesn’t have to move, everything that is desired will automatically be held in front of her.
Nan Fuguang was mad with jealousy.
There is nothing to deny.
I am indeed an ordinary person. Holding her hands, the senior sister of Yuntian Sect sighed in her heart. The psychological behavior of such a dark and crawling creature in a corner will probably never appear in Shenfeng...
She lived an upright life, and even in the Big Sun Mine, she would be truly anxious for her, the senior sister.
"You care?"
Not far away, a cold voice came.
Nan Fuguang was interrupted from her thoughts, turned her head, and unexpectedly looked into a pair of black eyes as spotless as autumn water. The person who should stand side by side with the divine phoenix and become the darling of the world's will was looking at her calmly.
For some reason, the fingers hidden in her sleeves curled uncomfortably. The guilt of wantonly manipulating the emotions of a superior person, mixed with twisted pleasure, briefly burned her.
She smiled vaguely at Yan Ji'an.
"If you don't like this, you can bring it up." Yan Ji'an spoke more clearly, "I don't have this kind of experience, and I don't know what kind of appropriate distance to keep with other women... So, If you don’t like it, bring it up.”
The secondary emphasis ensures the authenticity of his words.
Nan Fuguang asked: "Can you please not personally teach Lu Sang or anyone else except me to practice swordsmanship?"
This is not fair to Lu Sang at all.
No sword cultivator would worship a master who doesn't teach him how to practice swordsmanship. This is a costly business.
Of course, Yan Ji'an also knew that this request was unreasonable no matter how he thought about it. He was silent for a moment, raised his eyes and said: "Okay."
The smile on Nan Fuguang's lips remained unchanged. She learned to say in the same understatement: "No. You can't. I was joking."
……
Yan Ji'an's bedroom was as it always was, with nothing extra and certainly nothing missing.
Nan Fuguang stepped in and quickly observed it. Unknown to him, he looked like a cat patrolling his territory, alert and full of aggression.
All this fell into Yan Ji'an's eyes, and he was a little surprised, but he didn't make a sound to remind him. He just took off his robe and sat down beside the couch.
There was still unused hemostasis powder on the tea table on the couch. It was brought by Xie Ming before. Uncertainty was written on the little old man's face when he put down the medicine. Yan Ji'an had no effect on it in the first place. What hope is there——
It turned out not to be very useful.
After changing the medicine for himself twice, Yan Ji'an unexpectedly discovered that the wound had no tendency to heal. Instead, a requiem mixed with the smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, which was quite disturbing. The muddy appearance of the wound did not look good either. It looks good... He had no intention of touching it again, so the bottle of medicine was left casually in the place where the medicine was last changed.
but.
Now looking at Nan Fuguang approaching, curiously picking up the bottle and looking at it, Yan Ji'an was thinking about using it and not not using it again...
It's not a poison anyway.
Holding the porcelain white bottle in his hand, it took him a moment to realize that this was the formula with the highest ingredients that the medicine pavilion could produce. Nan Fuguang looked straight over, and Yan Ji'an deliberately let her look at it for a while before he slowly Sighing and lowering his voice: "It's not as serious as you think."
As he spoke, he took off his undershirt, and the blood-stained white undershirt piled up around his waist, revealing his muscular upper body. Perhaps the dragons were cold-blooded animals, and he himself was as white as if there was no such thing as blood in his body. ...If it weren't for the black blood already flowing down his arm.
Nan Fuguang's fingertips holding the medicine turned white. Yan Ji'an didn't seem to notice, so he gave a little space and then patted an empty seat on the couch next to him, "Riri, come."
This natural movement reminded Nan Fuguang of the days when she was a child, when she had just completed her apprenticeship. After every practice, Yunshang Xianzun would pat the couch and ask her to climb up. At that time, there would always be a cup of tea on the table. Herbal tea and a plate of her favorite snacks were prepared.
Nothing seems to have changed.
Everything seems to have changed beyond recognition.
For a pile of worthless black cracked empty ore, Nan Fuguang's concept of the world of immortality changed, and so did the people in front of him.
Nan Fuguang sat on the empty seat.
The two of them were a bit close, so she subconsciously moved back, but she could still easily smell the familiar cold woody fragrance in addition to herbs and blood.
"These days, you have been focusing on that pig butcher... I am still wondering how long it will take for you to find out that your master is also injured." Yan Ji'an said slowly, "Unexpectedly, it was me who couldn't hold it back in the end. To tell you.”
Nan Fuguang didn't answer.
She was lowering her head to observe the wound in front of her. The wound was indeed more serious than she thought. At first, she thought it was just that the nine-tailed fox might have some poison that prevented the wound from healing. Now look...
It was simply because the bite was too deep.
How about a deadly bite?
There was leftover gauze beside the couch. She squeezed some water and wet it. She was helpless facing the deep hole hidden under the wound that was obviously bitten by the fangs of a beast——
I can't care less what useless nonsense the person in front of me is talking about.
Is there any difference between the injuries she discovered personally? Would the injuries have been cured if she discovered them the first time?
"You like to nag as you get older? If you keep nagging me, I'll leave." She said without raising her head.
He heard a chuckle coming from the top of his head.
As expected, Yan Ji'an didn't speak, but when the handkerchief in Nan Fuguang's hand touched the edge of the wound and he tried to clean the messy edge, he let out a soft groan, and his muscles tensed visibly.
"So serious?" Nan Fuguang finally raised her head. From her angle, she could only see the slightly tight arc of Yunshang Xianzun's side jaw, "Why didn't you avoid it at that time?"
"I don't know." Yan Ji'an said, "I thought you summoned it."
"What?"
"So it shouldn't bite me."
"..."
It is true that the nine-tailed fox appears to help me complete some battles that I cannot complete, but it is obviously a free creature with independent thinking and judgment capabilities. In other words, it can bite you if it wants. You don’t need my permission to bite you——
"Master's paleontology and summoning skills aren't very good, either?"
Yan Ji'an laughed again. He laughed too many times today, all kinds of things, but the last two times seemed to be serious...
The eyes that came down were no longer as distant and cold as usual.
Nan Fuguang couldn't understand the uncertainty of the Dragon Clan.
For a long time, she lowered her head to change her dressing and stopped talking to him.
Yan Ji was sitting on the edge of the couch, sounding softly as if he was asleep.
During this period, Nan Fuguang had combined dozens of different possible combinations of hemostatic drugs in her mind, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it would not be better than the one she was using now... This is the legendary magic skill. Specialize?
No one can do well in all aspects, just like her summoning skills are as poor as ever, and she has not become an extraordinary player at critical moments like she imagined...
Otherwise, that furry beast with eyes on its butt shouldn't be able to bite everyone in sight.
"Riri, why don't you say anything? Are you still angry with Master?" Yan Ji'an asked.
Nan Fuguang cleaned up the messy blood and mud around the wound to make it look less hideous, then carefully wrapped it with gauze, "No."
She glanced at the pile of used gauze around her and said casually, "The lack of proper cleaning may be the reason why the wound cannot heal."
She just wanted to describe the objective fact that Yan Ji'an's life was too rough.
Unexpectedly, the other party had a different understanding.
"It is not convenient to change dressing with one hand."
"You are not the only one living in Taoting."
"Lu Sang will not appear in the dormitory before being summoned as a master." Yan Ji'an paused and added, "She has never been here once."
Nan Fuguang was speechless for a moment.
There was no incense burning in the room, but the window was half-open. Perhaps because autumn was approaching, the water vapor in the air was heavier than usual. The moisture was mixed with the smell of mud rolled in outside the window. It looked like a heavy rain was coming... …
I don’t know if this rain can fall on the earthly world where the hot and bitter summer has lasted for a long time.
Nan Fuguang stood up in a majestic manner, but she didn't notice that she was looking up. Her eyes were fixed on the face of Yunshang Immortal Lord. She was focused on counting his too thick eyelashes, and her thoughts were scattered and wandering...
She didn't notice even the proximity of his breath.
"Every day."
The low and close call is more like hypnosis. Soaking in the humid air, it seems that you can smell the fragrance of peach blossoms... Do peach blossoms have a fragrance?
Nan Fuguang said "Hmm" from deep in his throat, his eyelids trembled slightly, he recovered a little and looked up and saw the cold face of the Immortal Lord in front of him slowly approaching——
Nan Fuguang was stunned.
When the slightly cold, slender fingertips brushed against her ears and gently placed a strand of hair behind her ears, the warm and low-temperature touch made her feel as if she had stepped on the air.
When the aura of the person in front of you is enveloped in all directions.
She tilted her head almost subconsciously.
A touch without warmth but too soft fell on her cheek, very close to her lips.
He opened his eyes slightly because he was too shocked, but Nan Fuguang didn't move for a while...
Letting the completely unfamiliar touch feel like it was bubbling and bubbling from her heart to the surface, to a corner of her mind where it exploded with a "pop".
"..."
The touch was withdrawn, Nan Fuguang turned his stiff neck, and reluctantly looked at Shang Yan Ji'an——
The latter's eyes are as deep as those of returning to the ruins, but if others fall into it endlessly, they don't know what they are thinking.
At this moment, Taotao's lively and angry voice came from outside Tao Ting's palace.
The little girl cursed and called to the senior sister, the mortal you brought back wandered around and got lost in Qingyun Cliff. Now he is being held by the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion. Go and get him quickly.
Nan Fuguang said "Oh" in a voice that only he could hear, and jumped up as if he had come to his senses. The moment he stood up, the medicine bottle and gauze originally placed at the hem of the Taoist robe fell. However, she couldn't care about so many things and said in a hasty tone: "Then I'll go -"
She won't have time to stay.
The wrist was clasped with a force that was neither light nor heavy.
"Every day."
Because of the posture of the two of them, Yunshang Xianzun could only look up at her slightly from bottom to top. This posture made him look infinitely serious and inexplicably pious.
"Choose a good and auspicious day to complete the contract with the master and officially become a Taoist couple. What do you think?"
(End of chapter)
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