It's true that the strong prey on the weak in the world of cultivation, but now the evil cultivators are rampant. They are in the same sect and usually call each other brothers, but behind their backs they are so disgusting.
Zhu Yuanqing was devoted to cultivation and never cared about these trivial matters. Now, under the pressure of Taoist Lingxiao, he took the initiative to get to know the disciples in the sect for the first time. He didn't expect to see such a scene.
The servant lying on the ground looked even more miserable than when Zhu Yuanqing first saw him. Zhu Yuanqing was filled with rage, but he did not draw his sword in the end. He just silenced the group of disciples who were howling and screaming on the ground.
He used a cleansing spell on Jing Yuan, wrapped his wounds with spiritual energy, and put a pill into his bloody mouth.
Jing Yuancai drew the Qi into his body, but his body at this moment could not withstand the surging spiritual energy of the top-grade elixir. Zhu Yuanqing squatted down, and his long robe fell to the ground without being stained by a trace of dust.
The sleeves of his robe fell, and his bony hands gently placed on the gray servant's uniform. Zhu Yuanqing frowned, and with his other hand he pushed aside the boy's messy black hair, and his spiritual power penetrated into his body.
fine.
Zhu Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, it was just a superficial wound.
The spiritual energy flowed along his meridians. Zhu Yuanqing concealed the other injuries in his body while focusing his attention on Jing Yuan's expression.
The child opened his two big black eyes and stared at the immortal in snow-white clothes, not daring to blink. His lips, which were slowly recovering, were slightly open, and his face was full of joy and helplessness.
Looks a little dull.
Zhu Yuanqing laughed to himself, and just as the corners of his lips were about to rise, he saw the scars on his body that had not yet healed fell again.
"Does it hurt?" he frowned.
"No, it doesn't hurt." Jing Yuan answered decisively, but unfortunately he took a breath after saying these two words.
He still stared at Zhu Yuanqing, looking stupid and silly, and at first glance he gave the impression that he was not very smart.
But compared to the group of people around him, this child is too well-behaved and doesn't even dare to complain when being bullied.
Zhu Yuanqing had a flash of inspiration and suddenly had an idea about how to deal with Taoist Lingxiao's unreasonable request.
Even as his thoughts raced, his face remained aloof, that of a master. His eyes only flickered imperceptibly, without anyone noticing.
The spiritual power had already patrolled the meridians and confirmed that there was no problem. Zhu Yuanqing was about to withdraw his hand when he suddenly felt a weak suction force.
His thoughts were interrupted and he checked again, but this time there was nothing.
Apart from cultivation, he seldom paid attention to other things. Seeing this, he did not think about it any more. Seeing that Jing Yuan's injuries had almost recovered, he held his hand, which was half the size of his palm, and exerted force.
The moment Jing Yuan was held, his body became stiff as wood. His whole body was stiff, but his legs and feet were weak. He felt that the touch of the hand touched his heart.
This was the first time in his life that he felt the love of others, and that was from such a beautiful fairy.
Fortunately, in Zhu Yuanqing's eyes, he had been labeled as dull, stupid, and someone who did not fight back when bullied. Even though Jing Yuan's legs were weak, the spiritual energy attached to him helped him stand up.
The figures of several people in the woods suddenly disappeared.
After a while, the interrogation elder who was leisurely drinking tea suddenly changed his expression and dropped the teacup in his hand to the ground.
The pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator came from the sky. The word "enemy attack" was on the tip of his tongue, but before he could utter it, several huge shadows fell from above his head, smashed through the restrictions of the house, and fell straight into the hall.
At the same time, there was a message in his ear: These people murdered his own disciples and were caught on the spot by the peak master. The elders must judge them carefully.
Dear, dear disciple? !
Hearing the voice of the Xiaoyao Peak Master, the elder tore out several strands of his beard, looked at the pig-headed people on the ground with admiration, and blinked.
He immediately recognized the clothes of one of the disciples, and from the face covered with bruises and purples, he could barely make out Cui Yi's appearance.
The son of Wuxiang Peak Master? !
He stepped back, feeling that he was in big trouble.
The Lord of Xiaoyao Peak and the Lord of Wuxiang Peak are at odds with each other, and he, a small elder, is caught in the middle. What should he do?
After thinking it over again and again, the elder sent a message and headed straight towards Wuxiang Peak. As for the unconscious pigs in the hall, he simply turned a blind eye to them.
Anyway, he has done enough superficial work.
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Xiaoyao Peak.
Zhu Yuanqing led a servant in a gray short coat to the familiar courtyard.
The pink and white albizzia flowers fluttered in the wind, and one of them just happened to fall on Jing Yuan's shoulder.
Zhu Yuanqing chuckled, picked up the cassia flower and put it into Jing Yuan's hand.
He patted Jing Yuan's head soothingly, calming his anxious mood: "This is a greeting gift from the Albizia Julibrissin tree."
Jing Yuan pursed his lips, gently grasped the root of the julibrissin flower, and felt the weak force coming from above his head. He almost didn't know where to step.
The touch felt so good that Zhu Yuanqing couldn't help but touch it a few more times, but thinking that he still wanted to become the child's master and worried about his inexplicable reserve, he reluctantly withdrew his hand.
Taking Jingyuan around the yard and heading towards the valley on the other side, the sound of flowing water gradually reached my ears.
Zhu Yuanqing was still holding Jing Yuan's hand. He could clearly sense his nervousness, so he patted his shoulder and led him through a small flower garden.
There are jagged rocks, but a stream meanders down in the middle and flows into a pool among the lush green grass.
The steam rising from the water is almost dazzling.
Jing Yuan couldn't help but stop, but Zhu Yuanqing gently pushed him: "Go wash up, I'll have someone bring you some clothes."
Zhu Yuanqing let go and was about to leave, but Jing Yuan grabbed the hem of his clothes.
He turned around and saw the person's timid gaze, and his heart softened: "Take a bath with peace of mind, I'll wait outside and discuss something with you later."
After thinking for a while, he touched Jing Yuan's head and said, "Don't worry, and don't be afraid."
The most gentle immortal disappeared. Jing Yuan held his empty hands, took off his tattered clothes, slowly walked into the pool, and found that it was warm.
Zhu Yuanqing didn't like being disturbed by outsiders, so there was no one else on the top of the mountain except him. For the first time, he asked someone to send him a few sets of children's clothes. He found a stone bench to sit on and drank a small cup of honey water.
When the message from Wuxiang Peak arrived, Zhu Yuanqing didn't even look at it and waved his hand to disperse it.
Half an incense stick later, Jing Yuan, dressed neatly, trotted up to Zhu Yuanqing and knelt down without saying a word.
"Immortal!"
Zhu Yuanqing stopped him, his expression somewhat serious: "Don't kneel down casually."
After saying that, seeing the man's panic, he tapped Jing Yuan's forehead lightly, and the seriousness on his face suddenly melted away like a spring breeze.
He chuckled, "Kid, do you want a master?"
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