Zhou Yun Sheng just wanted to quickly heal his body and practice cultivation. He would bring Fang Wenguang's body back to the sect for burial when the Secret Realm of Baicao reopened in 50 years. Of course, avenging the Fang brothers is also a top priority.

He sat on Zong Yi's knees, his body was completely immersed in the broken jade pond, only one head was exposed, and the intense pain felt like countless steel needles smashing through his limbs. Without amazing willpower, he was afraid that he would He fainted in pain and drowned.

Zong Yi put one hand on the edge of the pond, the other wrapped around his slender waist, and tilted his head to observe his expression.

"But is it painful?"

"It's not uncomfortable."

"If you really can't stand it, tell the teacher."

"Um."

The two were silent for a long time, and Zong Yi couldn't help but feel lost when he saw his disciple becoming stronger and more forbearing. He would rather his disciples not be stubborn in everything and rely on himself more.

After soaking in the spiritual water, Zong Yi carried his disciple onto the jade bed, used magic to dry his hair, and took a set of white tunic and a black Taoist robe to carefully put on for him. Tu'er was thin and pale, as if it would dissipate at the touch of a touch, making Zong Yi feel pity for a while. He wrapped his big palms around Tu'er's small feet, and waited for them to warm up a little before putting on socks and boots.

After straightening every fold of the clothes, Zong Yi picked up the grate and combed Tu'er's black and smooth hair. The two of them were half lying on the soft couch, snuggling with each other, their meandering hairs intersected together, their handsome faces were very close together, and the picture looked gorgeous and charming.

Zong Yi was fascinated by the obsessive gaze of his disciple looking at him, and couldn't help but patted his long and curled eyelashes with his fingertips. His normally cold face was incredibly gentle at this moment.

Using a white jade hairpin to pull Tu'er's long hair behind his head, he held his slightly feminine face and looked at him. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Master, when will I be able to walk?" Zhou Yun Sheng didn't like being held around all day.

"The spiritual treasure for refining the medicinal pills has not yet been found, it will take a few more days." Zong Yi lied without changing his face. In the future, when disciples can run, jump and practice, they will think about going out and wandering, and they will have to leave the teacher's door to establish themselves at the Nascent Soul stage. Zong Yi felt anxious just after a little anticipation.

In the future, if the disciple dares to ask for his own self-sufficiency, he will simply break his legs and tie him to his side every day. A faint light flashed across Zong Yi's eyes, but he picked up his disciple more gently and headed to the side hall to eat.

"You can't eat too much of this kind of jade vermillion fruit. You are still a mortal. If you eat too much, you should be careful." Seeing that his apprentice likes to eat sweet and sour spirit fruit, Zong Yi hurriedly stopped him, and took the one he had already put in his mouth. Pick out a fruit.

Zhou Yun Sheng immediately grabbed his fingertips and licked it with his tongue. Zong Yi's heart trembled, but he didn't show anything on his face. He pressed the base of his soft tongue, and reminisced about the warm and smooth touch. Only then did he pull out his finger and use the jade spoon instead.

"Drinking porridge, Peak Master Lingji said that it is best for you to drink porridge in this situation. In the coming day, you will be breathing into your body, and I will help you find any fruit you want to eat." He fed a spoonful of white porridge to his disciples. There was a smile in his mouth.

At this moment, the magic formation outside Potian Palace was touched, and two communication talismans flew into the hall and turned into human voices, "Junior Chixiao (Junior Taiping), come with my disciples to see the Supreme Elder."

Taiping is the name of the peak master of Lei Yuanfeng, and this person is Song Yufei's master.

Zhou Yun Sheng immediately put away his lazy expression and turned to look at the palace gate.

When Zong Yi saw that his disciple wanted to see a few people, he waved his sleeves to remove the formation and let a few people in.

"The younger generation has seen the Supreme Elder." Master Chixiao led Zou Yiming, Master Taiping led Song Yufei, and bowed respectfully.

"What's the matter?" Zong Yi didn't lift his head, scooped a spoonful of white porridge and brought it to his disciple's mouth.

"It's natural to bring my disciples to ask the elders to apologize." The real person Chi Xiao gave a wink, and Zou Yiming and Song Yufei immediately knelt in the hall and reflected on themselves. Zou Yiming's face was full of resentment, but Song Yufei's expression was gloomy and regretful.

The three of them watched with cold eyes that Fang Wenguang was killed by the demon disciples. Now that the story has spread throughout the sect, Mo Yu has already entered the Nether Mountain. The two received 200 keel whips in the punishment hall, and their flesh and bones were not intact, and their bones were damaged a bit. Even their realm fell two or three layers, and the punishment was quite heavy.

However, the masters of the two still did not dare to neglect, and took them to Fen Jifeng to apologize in person without waiting for their injuries to heal. In the Promise Immortal Sect, no one can provoke the Supreme Elder.

Zong Yi devoted himself to feeding his disciples. He regarded the two people in the hall as nothing, and from time to time he stretched out his fingertips to wipe the porridge from the corners of his disciples' mouths. His affection was beyond words. Real Master Chixiao and Master Taiping couldn't help being horrified when they saw it. They never expected that the elder Taishang, who didn't touch the fireworks, would have such a warm side. His opponent, Xinghai, was afraid that the pain would go into his bones.

Thinking of this, he was even more worried about the lives of his disciples.

The person that Zou Yiming admires the most is the Supreme Elder, but he has never been able to worship under the elder's seat, but he did not expect that the elder with eyes above the top would look at the trash Xinghai above. He was jealous and hated in his heart, saying that he apologized, but his cold tone seemed to be asking for guilt.

Song Yufei was crying secretly in his heart. Knowing that Fang Xinghai had this kind of good fortune, he would have stopped Mo Yu's reckless behavior that day. If Fang Xinghai hadn't been rescued by Elder Taishang and stood up for him and Fang Wenguang, the news of his acquisition of Tiancao wouldn't have spread to everyone.

These days, he has been made difficult by many people, and the purpose is all to make up for the sky grass. He is simply honest and selfless, and he is extremely protective of his shortcomings, which saves him a lot of trouble.

Now the whole sect doesn't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at him, which makes him quite inconvenient. If the secrets of his body are discovered, a catastrophe is inevitable, and even the Promise Immortal Sect can't protect him.

Under the pressure, full of resentment, Song Yufei apologized more and more sincerely.

Zhou Yunsheng swallowed a mouthful of porridge and said slowly, "I don't need your apology. As the saying goes, the strong eat the weak and survive the fittest. My brother was killed and died. He can only be blamed for his poor strength and has nothing to do with others. Do you think so? This theory?"

Is this the opposite? Song Yufei hesitated.

Zou Yiming didn't have much thought, and sneered, "Exactly, you just understand."

Zhou Yun Sheng glanced at him lightly, nodded and said, "So, in the future, if I slap the two of you into cramps and smash your bones into ashes, and then beat them to the core, you can't say anything, after all, your strength is not good enough."

Song Yufei's face twisted for a moment, but Zou Yiming agreed without hesitation, "As long as you have that ability, I'll wait."

Taiping couldn't hold it in any longer, and said unhappily, "Everyone is from the same family, why do you fight for your life when you open your mouth and close your mouth..."

"Fellow, that's amazing. When my brother was besieged by demon disciples, he didn't even see them talking about fellowship. Instead, he looked on from the beginning to the end. I wouldn't dare to ask for such a fellow." Zhou Yunsheng grinned through gritted teeth.

Taiping Zhenren was choked, and sighed after a long time. After all, it was the disciple's fault, but there was no room for change. Forging such a deadly feud with the closed disciple of the elder Taishang will inevitably lead to a fight in the future. Well, let's see who is better.

The four of them apologized again, and when they said goodbye, they didn't get too close to the elder, but they didn't expect to have walked outside the hall, but Song Yufei was suddenly stopped by the elder.

"Come here." Zong Yi put down the porcelain bowl and looked up.

Song Yufei took a few steps forward nervously.

Zong Yi looked at him for a long time, and his eyes finally settled on the jade ring he wore on his chest.

Song Yufei resisted the urge to hide Yuhuan. At this moment, he felt that from the skin to the soul, the elder Taishang had seen him through. Since getting Yuhuan, no one can bring him such a heavy sense of oppression.

A few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. When Song Yufei was about to be unable to support it, Zong Yi said lightly, "Since I've already taken the Heavenly Replenishing Pill, why did I still get a fake fire root. If you dare to do it, you must be brave, don't hide your head and show your tail."

He really took the Butian Pill, who made it for him? None of the alchemists in the sect had received his request, so there must be something wrong. The eyes of the real person Chi Xiao, who was waiting outside the hall, flickered slightly.

Lei Yuanzhen also looked at the disciple carefully, knowing that this disciple is not simple, and there are many secrets hidden in his body. He has a straightforward personality, so he never likes to associate with people with deep scheming, and he can't help but be a little wary of this disciple.

It turned out that there was no problem with Yuhuan! Song Yufei breathed a sigh of relief and felt annoyed at the same time. Previously, he had been telling others that the plant of Tiancao had been sold to Duobao Pavilion, and he also used the flame stone engraved with the magic circle to create a fake fire spirit root to deceive the world. Get in trouble. know that it is definitely not good to meet the Xinghai above.

On the one hand, he secretly resented, and on the other hand, he apologized with sincerity and fear, but was thrown out of the Heavenly Palace by the elder Taishang.

When the group walked away, Zhou Yun Sheng asked softly, "Master, is there something wrong with Song Yufei?"

"The jade ring he wears is strange. There is an artifact hidden in it. Judging from the breath, his cultivation base is at least at the Xuanxian level."

Xuanxian, a more powerful being than Daluo Jinxian, should have lived in the Immortal World, how could he have wandered into the Haotian World and become an Artifact Spirit? Zhou Yun Sheng frowned and pondered, already sure that Song Yufei was the destined son of this world. Who can have a golden finger at the Xuanxian level, except the Son of Destiny?

It seems that he has become a cannon fodder again. Zhou Yun Sheng sighed and shook his head, but his heart was filled with excitement. He likes to fight against fate.

Seeing his brows knit together, Zong Yi thought he was worried, and hurriedly hugged him into his arms to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, disciple, don't say he's just a mere Xuanxian, he's an immortal, and the master also has the power to compete. No one will hurt you."

Zhou Yun Sheng couldn't think about anything else, his heart was full of gratitude and attachment to his lover. He gently rubbed against his lover's generous chest with his cheeks, raised his head, and his moist peach blossom eyes were filled with fiery affection.

Zong Yi was seen stiff by him, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't bear to lower his head to kiss his lips. The two slowly exchanged saliva, teased each other with the tip of their tongues, and the sound of tsk tsk water echoed in the hall.

Song Yufei returned to Lei Yuanfeng, locked himself in the room, and imposed a ban, and then he shouted in his heart, "Senior, are you still there?"

"I'm here." An extremely cold female voice suddenly sounded.

There is a vast expanse of heaven and earth in the ring, all kinds of fairy trees and grasses are scattered all over it, a thin mist is emitted, and a small attic made of white jade is hidden in the bushes. Song Yufei's consciousness stepped into the attic and bowed to the stunning woman sitting on the couch.

"Senior, you were not discovered just now, right?"

"How can a child in the mere Mahayana period find out about the ban I set. Didn't I tell you, unless the cultivation base is higher than me, no one will discover this sky-devouring ring." The stunning woman frowned slightly, as if impatient. .

The strongest person in the Haotian world is only a seven robbery loose immortal, how can he be compared with Xuanxian? Song Yufei was relieved, and was about to quit Yuhuan when he heard the woman ask, "What kind of exercises did that person just practice?"

"Elder Taishang is practicing Swordsmanship."

"What, it's actually the way of breaking the sky?! Impossible!" The woman showed a horrified expression. The purpose of Potian Kendo is to break the sky with the sword and replace it with the way of heaven, so it is not tolerated by the way of heaven. Even in the foundation-building stage, people who practice this method must go through nine or nine calamities, which can be said to be dead and alive.

She has lived for tens of thousands of years, and she has never heard of anyone who can cultivate Heaven-breaking Kendo to the Mahayana period. No wonder even she felt a strong sense of oppression in Potian Palace. Legend has it that once a cultivator who cultivates the Heaven-shattering Kendo ascends, he will be able to directly surpass the immortal positions of human beings, heavenly immortals, golden immortals, etc., and become the highest existence in the immortal world - Immortal Venerable.

In this way, that person is definitely not a child, but a top-level expert whose combat power is not inferior to that of the Immortal Monarch and Immortal Emperor.

The woman's heart trembled, and she was inevitably a little scared. She never imagined that in this vast world, there would be such a number one person, but she underestimated others and overestimated herself.

Fang Cai was afraid that he also noticed a bit.

"Yufei, stay away from this Supreme Elder in the future, his practice is unusual." The woman warned cautiously.

Seeing her face embarrassed, Song Yufei also became nervous and sighed, "I'm afraid I can't do it if I want to stay away from him. My disciple Fang Xinghai and I have already forged a deadly feud, and we will inevitably have a fight in the future. Watch what he does today. , it should be the other party Xinghai doting to the core, if I kill Fang Xinghai, I will definitely incur his revenge."

The woman raised her eyebrows for a moment and waved her hand, "Don't worry, he has reached the Mahayana period, and he is no longer accepted by the Heavenly Dao. Within a hundred years, the Heavenly Dao will surely bring him down. His disciple, Dantian Linggen. It’s nothing to worry about if it’s all destroyed.”

Hearing that the elder Taishang would surely fall, Song Yufei felt relieved, but he murmured, "I'm afraid he has many ways to change his life for Fang Xinghai."

The woman laughed loudly, her tone full of contempt, "It's so easy to change one's life, even us immortals can't go against the sky. Fang Xinghai's bones are damaged to such an extent, unless he refines the Heaven-defying Good Fortune Pill, Otherwise, it will never be restored to the original. Duotian Good Fortune Pill, only one word of 'duo' can see the extraordinaryness of this pill, it can reshape the physical body, rebuild the spiritual root, and it must be a top-level physical body and a single person. Linggen, it is not an exaggeration to say that the medicinal effect is against the sky. However, to refine this medicine, you need to collect the top three kinds of spirit medicines in the five elements, adding up to fifteen kinds, and you need ten thousand years of spirit essence. As a guide, Jiutian Xuanhuo pays the salary, but also requires a Chaos-level alchemist to protect the cauldron. In this vast world, the best alchemist is also a genius, and many elixir have long since disappeared. How can he change the sky for Fang Xinghai? Change of life?"

Song Yufei thought for a moment, then smiled slowly, "Thank you for your advice, senior, it's junior who can't hold back." Thinking about it now, Fang Xinghai said so many cruel words in Potian Palace, but it turned out that they were all jokes.

"Well, in the future, don't mess around in the future, so as not to increase the demons." The woman waved his hand and sent him out.

Song Yufei hurriedly exited Yuhuan, thinking of Mo Yu who had thought about it on the wall of Nether Mountain, and felt another burst of melancholy. On the Nether Mountain, there is a great formation of mind-refining. The formation has absorbed the inner demons of countless erring disciples. Many people died of inner demons after they came down from the mountain. hope Mo Yu will not follow in their footsteps.

On this day, Zong Yi woke up from a charming dream and saw his lover sleeping in his arms, and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. In the dream, he and his disciple were lingering to death. Although he changed his appearance from time to time, this pair of gleaming peach blossom eyes never changed.

He dreamed that he would suddenly lie down under him and weep, begging earnestly: "You slow down", and suddenly riding on his waist again, scolding fiercely: "You hurry up, haven't you eaten?" . He is sometimes kind and cute, sometimes domineering and arrogant, and every aspect of him fascinates him. He ran through his body with all his strength, awakening in the supreme pleasure.

His body was still hot, and his lower abdomen was still standing upright. Zong Yi took off his disciple's shirt and let his naked body fit tightly against his chest. Only then did he sigh contentedly.

Zhou Yun Sheng felt a huge stick squeeze between his legs, he woke up immediately, and asked vaguely, "When can I walk?" The feeling of paralysis was really uncomfortable.

"I'll help you make alchemy today." Zong Yi put his big palm on the disciple's upturned buttocks without a trace, the smooth and delicate touch made him almost uncontrollably kneading.

"The medicine pill that can reshape the body and the root must be extraordinary, can you make it? You seem to be a sword cultivator?" Zhou Yun Sheng raised his eyebrows in distrust.

"I'm proficient in Dan Dao." Zong Yi rubbed Tu'er's pale lips with his fingertips, and then he hugged him up and dressed.

"This potion is likely to be refined for three months. If you are hungry, shake the bell, and a puppet Daotong will bring you food. I will help you change a magic robe, which can automatically remove dust, so this three months You don’t need to take a bath, don’t call them to serve you. When you are out as a teacher, just tell your teacher what you want to do.” Zong Yi instructed carefully, and finally put the disciple on a floating thin blanket. He added, "You only need to name the place where you want to go, and it will take you there, but only in Potian Palace. You are not healed yet, and you have no power to protect yourself. Don't run around and be careful of being caught. Injured. The teacher has set up a defensive array outside the palace, unless the cultivation level exceeds the two realms of the teacher, no one will dare to break through."

Having said this, he paused, gently stroked his disciple's head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Master will come out soon."

Zhou Yun Sheng nodded frequently, his eyes suddenly turned red when he saw him turn around and walk towards the pill room. He found himself more and more inseparable from this person, and rather than returning to reality alone, he would rather live in an illusion with this person forever.

Zong Yi felt something in his heart, looked back, and stopped moving.

"Why do you love to cry so much?" He squatted down, put Tu'er's thin body in his arms, and picked him up in a baby-holding position, with a smile in his voice, "You also love to cry in my dreams, Her head, wrists, and ankles are all covered with rose garlands, like a little girl."

Zhou Yun Sheng widened his eyes and retorted, "Isn't that what you forced me to wear? You still forced me to be in the flowers..." He hurriedly stopped at this point, but his heart became happy: this person is gradually recovering his memory, There seemed to be more and more fragments he could recall.

Zong Yi said firmly, "We really have been entangled in many lives, you should be mine." He lovingly kissed the little disciple's bright eyes, and carried him around the Dan room a few times, exhorting many words , which put him back on the thin blanket.

Song Yufei clearly felt that the attitude of the master and several brothers towards him was cold, as did the other inner disciples. To be able to watch from the sidelines and be killed by the disciples of the Demon Dao before jumping out and looting the property of the same sect, the coldness of the heart and the despicable means are evident. If you associate with this kind of person, maybe you will be killed one day, and the death is not clear.

Therefore, all disciples who winked and behaved decently would respect Song Yufei. As for Zou Yiming and Mo Yu, those two were originally high-ranking figures and disdain to be in the company of ordinary disciples.

Song Yufei is really hard to move in the inner door now, but fortunately, Zou Yiming admires him very much and often helps him, so that he does not make his life too miserable. After Mo Yu came back from the Nether Mountain, he stayed out of the house. It was obvious that he had already created a demon. If he didn't eradicate it in time, he was afraid that it would affect his cultivation.

Real Chixiao learned that his daughter made mistakes one after another to help Song Yufei, and his impression of this person fell sharply. If he didn't want to find out the secrets hidden in him, he would have been expelled from the sect.

Just after noon on this day, a red glow suddenly appeared on Fenji Peak, a golden beam of light rose into the sky and reached the sky, leading the curling Sanskrit sound from the nine heavens, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance floated in the air. Auras from all directions gathered quickly.

When a vision descends from the sky, there must be treasures!

All the cultivators who saw this scene immediately rushed to the place of the beam of light, and found that it was the realm of the Wuji Xianzong.

After a while, the rays of light dissipated, the beam of light disappeared, and the top of Burning Quiet Peak was shrouded in a black robbery cloud.

The glow of the Dan furnace, the golden pillars soaring into the sky, and the roof of the robbery cloud cover the top, this is clearly the prelude to the advent of anti-sky medicine pills. But isn't Elder Taishang Jianxiu? When did you practice the alchemy way, and can you refine the elixirs that attract the robbery? The real person Chixiao was horrified and rushed to Fen Jifeng immediately.

"Dan robbery? Dan furnace glow? Could it be that the Duotian Good Fortune Pill was really made by him?" The woman living in Yuhuan murmured in disbelief.

"Senior, do we want to go over and take a look?" Song Yufei felt very bad now. He never imagined that such a heaven-defying medicinal pill would be successfully refined by the Supreme Elder. It seems that he is not only a sword cultivator, but also a chaotic-level pill cultivator, and he has countless treasures in his possession. Under such an omnipotent leader, Fang Xinghai's future is limitless.

He gritted his teeth so hard that he hated why Mo Yu didn't just kill Fang Xinghai with one knife. She brought him a big trouble!