There's something wrong with the general.

He propped himself up with his right arm, stared at Zhiming intently, and asked, "Brother? Is there something wrong with my body?"

Zhiming nodded hesitantly, then shook his head: "Junior brother, when did you discover the Yin-Yang fish appeared in your body?"

Wen Yuxi thought for a moment and said, "It appeared about a month ago when my cultivation reached the eighth level. At first, the two fish were the same size, but now the red fish is getting bigger, while the white one isn't growing much."

Zhiming pondered and said, "If I am not mistaken, these are two completely different spiritual energies cultivated from the two spiritual roots in your body."

Wen Yuxi felt a chill in his heart when he heard this. Shouldn't the two relatively useless spiritual roots be considered useless? Why could he still cultivate them?

"So, what can I do, brother?"

Zhiming glanced at him and whispered, "Junior brother, your fire spiritual roots seem to be more abundant than your water spiritual roots. Naturally, your fire spiritual roots will cultivate faster. If this continues, I'm afraid it will be difficult to control in the later stages."

Wen Yuxi's heart couldn't help but rise to his throat.

He paused and continued, "However, if someone regularly injects water-attributed spiritual energy into Junior Brother's body so that the two spiritual energies reach a balance, then everything will be fine."

Wen Yuxi said in frustration, "Let's not even talk about where to find someone with water spiritual roots. Just think about it, how could the spiritual power that I cultivated with great difficulty lose to me?"

A flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly said, "How about not cultivating the fire attribute spiritual root first, is that okay?"

Zhiming shook his head: "I'm afraid not. Junior brother's fire spirit root is very strong. It can automatically absorb the spiritual energy in the air and increase its power."

Wen Yuxi's shoulders couldn't help but slump.

This doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work either. What should I do?

Seeing that he looked worried, Zhiming couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, Junior Brother. My spiritual roots are ice spiritual roots, which are no different from water spiritual roots. I will transfer some of my spiritual power to you regularly in the future."

He touched Wen Yuxi's cheek, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Wen Yuxi felt the cool fingers touching her face, but her heart was burning with heat.

Senior brother actually... treated him like this.

People who practice Taoism value spiritual power as much as their lives, but the senior brother was willing to transfer the spiritual power to him.

But he didn't want to implicate his senior brother.

The path of cultivation is long and endless, so how could the senior brother always be by his side?

Moreover, if in the future, Senior Brother meets someone he likes, he would want to become a Taoist partner with that person and have his own children in the future.

What should he do?

Even if he was willing to input spiritual power into him as usual, Wen Yuxi would not dare to bear it.

For some reason, the thought of his senior brother having other people around him in the future made him feel as if a stone had been eaten by his stomach, and he felt uncomfortable and blocked in his chest.

Even thinking of this scene, he couldn't help but envy the person who was favored by his senior brother.

Wen Yuxi felt very sad inside. He slowly lowered his head, not having the courage to look into his senior brother's eyes.

But like an evil ghost hiding in the dark, he whispered tentatively, "Will you get married in the future, Senior Brother?"

Zhiming was slightly stunned for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Wen Yuxi didn't get the answer she wanted and couldn't help biting her lip.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly raised his head and pretended to be calm: "Since my senior brother is married, he won't care about me anymore."

"No." If it weren't for you, then it wouldn't happen.

"No." I won't ignore you.

Zhiming's voice was soft, but firm and without hesitation.

He said "no" twice in a row, but Wen Yuxi understood what he meant.

Her eyes couldn't help but get hot, and she quickly turned her head away so that he wouldn't see her making a fool of herself.

My heart feels warm, but I am still full of uncertainty.

How can you believe a man's words? He is a man, and he naturally understands that some words are just talk.

Even if it was sincere at first, how long can it last?

"Junior brother, what are you worried about?"

Zhiming caught a glimpse of the panic and uncertainty in his eyes, and felt as if someone had shot an arrow in his heart. There was no wound, but it was painful.

Wen Yuxi raised her chin slightly to let the hot tears in her eyes fade away, then turned her head and forced a smile.

"I just thought about it and it's really inappropriate. Senior Brother naturally has his own things to do, and this will only hinder you."

Zhiming stared at him intently with her bright eyes, and her fingers slowly stroked the corners of his eyes.

It was scarlet there, as if it had been severely ravaged by its owner.

His fingers are cold.

Whether out of shyness or something else, Wen Yuxi couldn't help but step back.

Zhiming's hand was suspended in the air.

He knew that his senior brother was really good to him, and he had experienced it firsthand.

But what if he becomes a human being again in the future?

It's better not to have it at all.

If it is a simple relationship between apprentices and brothers, without expectations, there will be no so-called disappointment.

Wen Yuxi's eyes were clear, the smile on his face faded, and he said in an unusually calm tone: "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother. I have seen you, so I won't bother you for now."

He quickly jumped off the bed and ran out as if there was a man-eating tiger behind him.

For some reason, Wen Yuxi is very timid in this regard.

He was not afraid of the hardships and loneliness on the path of cultivation, but he was afraid of giving his all and ending up with a miserable ending.

"Bang" sound.

Wen Yuxi fell into a cold embrace, which became tighter and tighter, as if wanting to embed him in its body.

"Junior brother, why don't you listen to me..."

The man sighed softly in his ear...

The voice sounded somewhat helpless, yet he still indulged and doted on her without any bottom line.

As if he was the disobedient child.

Wen Yuxi's heart trembled slightly, and he asked again: "Why is Senior Brother so kind to me?"

Zhiming held him tightly in his arms, rubbing his chin lightly against the top of his head.

After a long time, he slowly let go and whispered, "What do you think, Junior Brother?"

Wen Yuxi smiled bitterly: "I can't guess."

Zhiming lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she gently held Wen Yuxi's cheeks with both hands.

Her thumb rested on his lips, rubbing them slowly.

There was a dark tide in his eyes, and his gaze flickered.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but raise her chin slightly as he moved, her eyes met his, and she was so shocked by the flash of madness and paranoia that she forgot to react.

Zhiming seemed a little displeased and exerted a little force, his eyes fixed on those moist lips. Like a cheetah that had been waiting for a long time, he finally kissed them when the time was right.

At first, just stick it lightly, press the lips and grind them repeatedly.

Later, when he found that the prey did not resist, he plucked up his courage and used the tip of his tongue to push open the teeth and penetrate deeper.

Wen Yuxi froze in place as if struck by lightning.

His mouth was slightly open, speechless in surprise.

His reaction seemed to be an encouragement to that person.

She pressed her lips tightly against his, licking and biting them.

Still not satisfied, she brushed his teeth carefully with the tip of her tongue.

Wen Yuxi stared wide-eyed, her heartbeat seeming to freeze.

The sounds around me seemed to disappear in my ears.

"Breathe." The man pressed his lips and reminded him softly.

Finally I was willing to let go.

Her hands released his cheeks and instead wrapped around his waist, holding him close to her.

She rested her forehead against his, lowered her eyes to gaze at his face, and said with her thin lips: "Junior brother, from the beginning to the end, I just wanted you."