Time passed quickly and everything seemed to be on track.

Ling Xinghua practiced like crazy every day, not caring about his face at all, and followed the outer disciples to do morning exercises.

Although his movements were a bit unfamiliar, he made rapid progress and didn't look like someone without any foundation at all.

But every time he stood at the back, alone.

They have been disciples of the master for so many years, and rarely interact with the outer disciples at such close range. All their lives revolve around Yan Huai, and those disciples are more in awe of them than curious about them.

At first, the disciples were a little reserved. After all, they were the sect leader's disciples, and no one dared to offend them.

But later, when Ling Xinghua went there again, there was a chattering Yu Ziheng following him. He was very noisy every day, asking questions about everything he saw. He quickly became one with everyone and became closer to them.

"Junior Brother Yu, you are amazing. You can learn it just by looking at it. No wonder you are favored by the Sect Master."

"Yeah, compared to Junior Brother Yu, we're still far behind. Ahhh, double the training today!"

…

During the break, the disciples gathered around the two of them and started chatting.

Yu Ziheng blushed when he was praised for the first time. He tugged at Ling Xinghua's clothes and replied embarrassedly, "It's not that I can learn it just by looking at it. I've learned it before. Everyone is very good and not inferior at all!"

Young and humble children are always particularly popular. A group of disciples kept praising Yu Ziheng as if he were their own younger brother, saying nice things to him until he felt embarrassed and buried himself in Ling Xinghua's arms.

When training started again, the people dispersed.

Ling Xinghua smiled and pulled him out of her arms: "You're so old now, why are you hiding after being praised? What a mess."

"Brother... This is the first time in my life that so many people have praised me!"

Yu Ziheng's eyes lit up: "I'm so happy."

Ling Xinghua's heart softened a bit: "Is that so? Then Senior Brother should praise you more in the future. Junior Brother is the most amazing."

Yu Ziheng, who was usually modest and shy in front of others, now raised his chin, proud like a little peacock: "Of course, what do you think? With me here, you won't be alone anymore, you won't be lonely anymore."

Ling Xinghua didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not alone at all, there are so many people around me."

"Nonsense, you're always unhappy when you get home every night, and you don't tell me stories anymore. It must be because no one wants to play with you. That's what loneliness is!"

Yu Ziheng retorted with his hands on his hips.

Ling Xinghua lowered his eyes, tightened his grip on the scabbard slightly, and with his other hand gently wiped the dust off Yu Ziheng's face: "Yes, Junior Brother is right, you are the smartest."

"Hey, then, Senior Brother, I'll accompany you to practice swordplay for the next few days, okay?"

Yu Ziheng is acting cute.

Ling Xinghua stood up and handed him the scabbard, complaining unhappily: "Do you want to accompany me, or do you want to hide here with me to avoid the punishment of your third senior brother?"

Yu Ziheng lowered his head and tugged at his clothes, complaining softly, "I, I didn't mean it. Third Brother is so fierce...and Big Brother is nowhere to be seen every day, so I can only follow you, Brother."

凌星华屈指在他脑门上弹了一下：“让你调皮，下次景明摆弄那些药草的时候，你离他远一点，他好不容易看到一株品相不错的百年草药，被你一脚踩死了，他没揍你就已经很善良了。”

"I want to help! I really want to help!" Yu Ziheng explained anxiously.

Ling Xinghua shook his head and said helplessly: "In just a few days of helping, your third senior brother has been made to cry six times. You'd better behave yourself. Even the master is forced to comfort him."

Yu Ziheng hugged the scabbard, looking hopeless: "I also want to be with Master, Third Brother is really..."

Ling Xinghua ignored him, smiled and walked towards the main force to continue training.

…

Somewhere deep in the mountains of Yuxu Sect.

Yan Huailiu struggled to pull the vines forward, wishing he could use his spiritual energy to wrap himself so that not even a single hair could be exposed.

If he hadn't heard that Chang Sui had been crying for several days, he would not have been willing to come out of his room.

I’m reading the exciting part of the middle volume of that unofficial history!

He really wanted to know how the master who practiced the ruthless way was bewitched by the evil woman!

Damn, this is really exciting.

How nice it would be to stay in the room and watch all this passionate love.

A wild bee flapped its wings and attacked Yan Huailiu. He raised his hand to kill it, but the hoarse voice of the young disciple came to his ears again: "Master, wait a minute! This is a red lightning bee, which can be used as medicine!"

Yan Huailiu's hair stood on end as he stared at the wild bee.

Fortunately, at the last moment of being stung, Chang Sui threw out a silver needle and nailed it to the tree.

Looking at Chang Sui who took out tweezers and carefully collected the poisonous bee, Yan Huailiu was in a state of complete collapse.

He went out to comfort his apprentice and improve his favorability, and by the way, get in touch with nature and feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to calm his mind. He didn't come to the wild to survive!

Why is it so dangerous here!

Even the inconspicuous grass can kill people without being noticed!

He couldn't destroy anything because more than half of them could be used as medicine!

Looking at Chang Sui's fiery eyes, Yan Huailiu finally understood why his original body fell into his hands.

He looks harmless and innocent, but he is an expert in using medicine and poison. No one can stand him!

Oh wait.

It seems that the medicine used by the original body after his tendons and veins were repeatedly broken during those years of torture was all made by this person, right?

Yan Huailiu shuddered.

Chang Sui put away his things and turned around, just in time to see him like this, and quickly comforted him: "Master, don't be afraid, the poison is not that strong, it can only temporarily paralyze people and make them lose consciousness."

A scene that did not belong to this moment flashed through Yan Huailiu’s mind.

The now-adult Chang Sui, dressed in a black robe, raised his hand to summon a swarm of poisonous bees. He smiled at the original body tied up in the middle of the water prison and said, "Master, don't be afraid. Their bites won't kill you. They can only make you temporarily unconscious and unable to feel pain. How about it, isn't this considerate of your disciple?"

"Master?"

Chang Sui blinked and approached, extending his hand towards Yan Huailiu.

The two faces in the illusion and reality overlapped, Yan Huailiu widened his eyes and instinctively took a half step back.

The terrain was not flat to begin with, and he lost his balance and fell backwards, so nervous that he forgot to protect himself.

Chang Sui panicked instantly and quickly reached out to pull him: "Master!"

His body fell rapidly, and Yan Huailiu's mind went blank. He could only see Chang Sui's anxious face.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a century to him.

The expected pain did not come. The body felt soft and Yan Huailiu only heard a muffled groan of suppressed pain.