Chapter 258 The Master and Disciple's Shared Love

Lin Zhi walked quickly to Ting Yan and took out the herbs from the storage jade pendant.

These high-level herbs have been processed and are not suitable for extraction. Lin Zhi took out a small medicine cauldron and a bamboo tube and began to decoct the medicine.

During the waiting process, Lin Zhi looked at Ting Yan who had closed his eyes, and his brows unconsciously frowned.

Lin Zhi seldom saw her lover in such a vulnerable state. Even Mingyao, who was unable to walk, was relatively healthy and did not make people feel as if he would die the next moment.

But Tingyan is different, his health is really poor.

Like snow that is about to melt in someone's hand, the sense of the disappearance of life is clear.

"Uncle Master, my master has to protect my sister, so I will take care of you for the time being."

Tingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if to indicate that he understood.

"Uncle Master, can you let me investigate?"

If Lin Zhi and Ting Yan had the same level of cultivation, there would be no need to ask like this, but his cultivation level was far inferior to Ting Yan's. If Ting Yan didn't want to, he could easily crush his spiritual energy.

Tingyan's voice was slightly hoarse: "Yes."

Lin Zhi placed his hand on Ting Yan's pulse, released a wisp of spiritual energy, closed his eyes and examined, using his spiritual power to look inside Ting Yan's internal organs.

The more he looked, the tighter his brows furrowed. The condition inside Tingyan's body was beyond description. It was like a dilapidated building, holding on precariously, as if the slightest movement would cause it to collapse.

Lin Zhi withdrew his spiritual energy. He didn't say anything. He turned his head and looked at the medicine cauldron, controlling the time and temperature, and put the herbs in to continue decocting.

The atmosphere in the cave became extremely quiet. Yuan Zhi squatted in front of Lin Zhi and helped him watch the medicine.

Diagonally in front of Yuan Zhi, there were light golden flowers.

The pot of flowers that he had secretly hidden away, that he had briefly possessed but that did not belong to him, was now emitting bright light.

It was obviously taken care of very carefully. In such a luxurious and comfortable cave, decorated with pearls, a bed made of shark silk, and a specially made formation, it looked full of vitality, not as weak as it was on his simple cushion.

Yuan Zhi suddenly felt a little sad, but he didn't understand why.

He just felt a bit uncomfortable in his chest, but he didn't want to take the flower back.

Yuan Zhi slowly withdrew his gaze, and looked in a daze at Lin Zhi who was concentrating on making medicine, until he was brought back to his senses by the bamboo tube placed in front of him.

"The medicine is ready. Junior brother, go and give it to Uncle Master first."

Lin Zhi had no intention of feeding him himself, and given his current status and his relationship with Ting Yan, it was far from the point where he could feed him medicine.

Yuan Zhi stood up and stood in front of Ting Yan with the medicine in his hand. Ting Yan stood up and half-sat. Both of them were speechless while taking the medicine.

Lin Zhi put away the medicine cauldron and Ting Yan finished drinking the medicine.

He handed out the empty bamboo tube. Yuan Zhi was closer to him, so he handed it to Lin Zhi. When Lin Zhi took it, the dirt had been washed away by him using the Dust Removal Technique.

Lin Zhi put the things in place and did not leave. Instead, she stood in front of Ting Yan.

"Pure wood spirit energy is effective for healing. Uncle Master, would you let me give it a try?"

Even when standing or sitting, the young man's aura did not seem condescending, but rather a slightly respectful and distant one.

Of course, that's the relationship they have.

But Tingyan's mind was still in a trance for a moment. The sight of the young man leaning on him and asking for a kiss was still fresh in his mind yesterday. But in the blink of an eye, the young man's eyes were clear and there was no trace of tenderness.

It’s okay that Lin Zhi doesn’t remember. He originally wanted him not to remember.

"No need."

Tingyan lowered his eyes, looking a little tired.

Lin Zhi didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Uncle Master, I will come back tomorrow to deliver the medicine. If you need anything, just let Junior Brother call me."

Ting Yan naturally noticed the intimacy in the words. He looked at Yuan Zhi, wanting to ask him how the progress was, but he felt inexplicably annoyed, so he didn't say anything.

Yuan Zhi chased Lin Zhi out of the cave.

Before flying the sword to send Lin Zhi away, Yuan Zhi asked, "Brother, can you check my body for me? I don't seem to be feeling well either."

Yuan Zhi pursed his lips slightly, with a look of confusion and distress.

"good."

Lin Zhi held his wrist and sent a wisp of spiritual energy into Yuan Zhi's body.

After checking, Lin Zhi shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong with you."

"Really? Then why do I feel so stuffy here? It's weird."

Yuan Zhi's expression became even more confused. He held Lin Zhi's hand and placed it against his chest.

This wasn't flirting, every trace on Yuan Zhi's face was asking 'why'.

Lin Zhi checked again. He didn't think Yuan Zhi was jealous. He didn't show any intimacy with Ting Yan just now. And according to 01's retelling and his observation at the time, Yuan Zhi didn't know that Ting Yan had been to Hehuan Forest.

Still no problems were found, so just in case, Lin Zhi gave Yuan Zhi two pills to clear his mind and replenish his qi.

"Is that where Junior Brother usually practices swordplay?"

Lin Zhi didn't rush to leave, but pointed to the training platform below.

Yuan Zhi nodded and said, "Brother, do you want to watch me practice sword?"

Just as Lin Zhi introduced his flowers and plants to him, Yuan Zhi thought that he should also show Lin Zhi how he usually practiced.

"OK."

Lin Zhi did not refuse and landed on the training platform.

The spacious platform was covered with sword marks everywhere, and there was no place to sit.

Wujian Mountain is cold all year round. Apart from the cold-resistant pines and cypresses, there are no other green plants. The area near the training platform is bare, with no grass growing at all.

Lin Zhi pointed to the land under his feet and said, "Brother, can I plant something here?"

"Of course you can. What do you want to plant? Can it grow here?"

Before Lin Zhi could answer, Yuan Zhi said, "If it survives, I will definitely not let the sword energy hurt it."

"Just a vine. I'll take it with me when I leave."

Lin Zhi dropped the seeds into the soil and used wood spiritual energy to stimulate them to grow.

The seeds quickly broke through the soil, the sprouts quickly grew, and soon they formed a hanging chair that could accommodate people.

Yuan Zhi exclaimed: "Brother, you are amazing!"

Lin Zhi smiled and said, "I'll just sit here and watch you practice swordplay."

The hanging chair blocked the falling snow. Lin Zhi leaned back in the rattan chair and watched the young man practice swordplay.

A touch of green in the vast white snow is too conspicuous but not so as to hurt people's eyes. It is the vitality that makes people happy and the spring that people hold in their hearts.

Ting Yan stood in front of the cave and withdrew his gaze.

Wujian Mountain seems to have become colder again. Maybe it's time to move to another place.

Feeling the dull pain in his internal organs, Ting Yan couldn't help but sigh.

The next day, after visiting his third senior brother, Lin Zhi took the medicine and went to Wujian Mountain.

It was Yuan Zhi who came to pick him up again. The young man had excellent talent and his sword-wielding skills were very stable.

Before entering the cave, Lin Zhi took out the spiritual plant from the jade pendant, held it in his arms and walked in.

——Dingling Dingling

This was the sound of bells colliding with each other. Ting Yan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and saw Lin Zhi's face.

The young man called softly, "Uncle Master."

His clothes were a little disheveled, his bare feet were shaking, and the red rope and golden bell on his thin ankles were glaring.

When he held it, his feet would rub gently.

He put on his stockings and shoes, and then untied his anklets.

Watch him tremble with pain and become confused with desire.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a mist that would never dissipate, innocent as a demon.

"Uncle Master?"

Tingyan suddenly came back to his senses and saw the young man's puzzled eyes.

He was holding a pot of bell grass in his arms, which should be the spiritual plant to be used today.

Ting Yan said, "Let's boil the medicine."

Lin Zhi took out the medicine cauldron and began to decoct the processed herbs. He then extracted the juice of the bell grass, replenished its spiritual energy, put it back into the jade pendant, and handed the medicine to Ting Yan.

Yuan Zhi was still waiting by the side, showing no concern for his sick master. He just waited for him to finish drinking the medicine and then stay with his senior brother.

Tingyan saw him like this out of the corner of his eye and his expression became even more indifferent.

It may be that he is not proficient enough in the art of splitting souls, otherwise how could he have obtained such a slightly dull tool.

Tingyan often didn't understand what Yuanzhi was thinking, just as he didn't understand the hostility Yuanzhi showed towards him that Yuanzhi himself was not aware of.

If it weren't for him, Yuan Zhi wouldn't exist.

If it weren't for him, Yuan Zhi wouldn't know how long he would have wanted to have sex with her.

It seemed as if a layer of snow had fallen between Ting Yan's brows. When Lin Zhi once again asked him to use his wood spiritual energy to help, Ting Yan did not refuse.

Even if it has no effect, it can be used to strike back at the split soul.

"Uncle Master, that is an offense."

The young man placed his hand on his abdomen, and a faint spiritual energy appeared in his palm.

The warmth was transmitted through the fabric along the palm of his hand, making Tingyan close his eyes comfortably.