There's something wrong with the general.

When I get back, I will ask my senior brother if he has ever seen the true face of Master.

According to the routines he had learned from so many novels, a woman wearing a mask must be a stunningly beautiful woman.

If a man wears a mask, he must be a handsome and charming man.

For example, the historical figure Lanling King is a living example.

At this moment, Wen Yuxi's nose suddenly wrinkled.

Huh? What's that smell? I think I've smelled it somewhere before.

Wen Yuxi frowned, feeling a little hesitant.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and his body quietly leaned forward slightly.

The fragrance became more obvious.

Wen Yuxi glanced to the left and then to the right, but couldn't guess whether the fragrance came from the Supreme Elder or from Senior Brother Zhiming.

Or rather, both of them have this smell.

That’s right, Master and Senior Brother live on a mountain, so perhaps he was influenced by the fragrance of the flowers there.

All the doubts in my mind disappeared.

"Wait for the deacon disciple to take you to the next two trials. After they are over, follow your senior brother to see me."

After a long silence, the Grand Elder suddenly spoke.

"Take this."

what?

Wen Yuxi was stunned for a moment and hadn't reacted yet.

The uninjured hand had been grasped by someone, and a jade bottle was placed in the palm of the hand.

Wen Yuxi was already stunned where he was.

Only one thought came to my mind: Master's hands were so cold.

Do all sword cultivators’ hands look the same?

But before Wen Yuxi could react, the hand was suddenly pulled away, and the man turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

"Junior brother?"

Wen Yuxi suddenly came to his senses.

Seeing that they were the only two people in the hall, he immediately relaxed.

There was a trace of grievance on his face.

There was a "bang" sound.

She jumped into Zhiming's arms, hugged him like a puppy, and rubbed against him randomly: "Brother, I was scared to death in the hall just now."

Zhiming slowly hugged him and patted his back to comfort him: "It's all over."

He raised his head slightly and looked towards a corner of the hall, his eyes narrowed and his expression was indistinguishable.

Wen Yuxi had asked for enough comfort, so she pulled out of his arms and complained with a pout.

"Master is too much. He didn't even inform me of such a big thing in advance. What if I'm really weak and I slap him in the face?"

Zhiming's eyes flickered slightly, and he said softly, "Master was indeed negligent in this matter."

Wen Yuxi stared at him with wide eyes.

Quickly covered his mouth.

He looked around with a vigilant expression and whispered, "Brother, Master is a great man in the Nascent Soul stage. Be careful that he hears."

His good senior brother, please be more careful!

Zhiming's body shook violently, and he lowered his eyes to stare at the thin white hand in a daze, with a strange look in his eyes.

After a while, he raised his eyes and smiled, "It's okay, Master won't care about these little things."

Well, that’s what the seniors said, so it’s all right!

Wen Yuxi quietly put down his hand.

Zhiming slowly raised his injured hand, the blood on it had dried.

But the wound on the palm of the hand that was cut by Liuli was still open, with the skin and flesh turned outward, which looked shocking.

A trace of heartache flashed across Zhiming's eyes. He held his hand in his palm and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

It hurts, is this okay?

But when he saw the expression in his senior brother's eyes, Wen Yuxi curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled mischievously.

He blinked and whispered, "If Senior Brother blows on it, it won't hurt."

Zhiming's expression froze: "............"

"Hahahahahahahaha, Senior Brother, your expression just now was as if you were speechless because of me."

Zhiming: “…”

Finally, Zhiming took out a needle from his Qiankun bag.

Wen Yuxi's eyelids twitched as he watched, and he muttered softly, "Brother, are you trying to murder your dear fellow apprentice?"

Zhiming raised his eyebrows, and Yubai's fingers pinched the needle and slowly moved it towards the palm of his hand.

"If some glass is not picked out, it may ooze pus."

Uh, Wen Yuxi got goosebumps from the cold.

If that's the case, pick it out.

The needle slowly pierced his palm.

Wen Yuxi tightly grasped Zhiming's arm with his other hand, winking in pain.

"It hurts, brother, be gentler."

Zhiming's forehead veins throbbed when he heard this. He tilted his head slightly to look at his arm. His hand was clenched tightly, his nails almost digging into the flesh. He said helplessly, "It hasn't started yet."

"Huh? It hasn't started yet, why do I feel so much pain?"

Wen Yuxi turned his head away, not daring to look at all, with his eyes tightly closed.

"Brother, aren't we cultivators? Why do we still use such traditional methods? It's too unscientific. Can we use some high-tech methods? For example, use magic to directly suck out these glass fragments."

"This glass is made of special materials. If you use magic, it will shatter into smaller particles and enter your palm."

He paused and continued, "Master also wanted to save you at that time, but if he had used magic rashly, he was afraid that it would have caused greater damage to your hand. This hand of yours will be used to hold a sword in the future."

Wen Yuxi nodded thoughtfully. So that's how it is.

In the past, he watched some TV dramas about cultivating immortals. When the heroine was injured and bleeding, the hero stopped the bleeding and bandaged her. He even complained that it would be better to just use magic. It can be seen that he was still superficial in his thinking.

In novels, any setting is acceptable as long as it does not contradict itself.

However, this is the real world, so naturally we have to follow the rules of this world.

Zhiming held his hand in his palm, and with his other hand, he pinched the needle and gently pushed aside the flesh to remove the glass fragments.

His eyes were very focused, as if he was doing the best handicraft in the world.

His eyelashes are very long, thick and dense, and his black eyes are like water, and he looks at everyone as if he is looking at his lover.

His nose is tall and straight, and his mouth is also beautiful, with thin lips slightly pursed, which looks restrained and sexy.

Wen Yuxi rolled his Adam's apple.

Suddenly I remembered the comments I saw when watching a drama in my previous life, saying that a certain star had Jinjiang-style looks and Jinjiang-style acting skills.

He didn't understand what it meant at first, so he looked it up and finally understood.

According to what was said in the barrage, the senior brother had the face of the male protagonist written by the Jinjiang female author.

But his own lack of words could not express even one percent of his good appearance.

"Okay." Zhiming put the needle back.

Holding his hand, he cast a spell with his right hand, and a beam of white light fell into his palm.

Wen Yuxi felt a coolness in the palm of his hand, and an itch like scratching his head and cheeks came over him.

I couldn't help but curl my fingers.

"Don't move." Zhiming retracted his five fingers slightly, passed them through the gaps between his fingers, and clasped his hands tightly.

Wen Yuxi knew that this was a side effect of the skin and flesh repairing itself, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

"Are you ready, brother?"

Wen Yuxi felt itchy and uncomfortable, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Haha."

"All right."

At this time, Zhiming whispered.

Wen Yuxi quickly opened his eyes and saw that the wound on his hand had indeed healed, but unfortunately it was still covered with a layer of blood.

Zhiming also saw it and used the Qingchen Jue on his hand, and the blood disappeared in an instant.

Wen Yuxi was filled with joy and looked at Zhiming with bright eyes.

Senior brother is really a good man who is essential for every home. I would like to ask where such a senior brother can be found. He also wants to take one home.

Seeing his dazed look, Zhiming knew that his mind had wandered off again.

After a while, he said, "The deacon disciple is here."

what?

Wen Yuxi was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses and looked outside the hall.