There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi felt a little embarrassed.

As it stands now, he can't return to his room on his own.

He glanced to the side and said uncomfortably, "Brother, just put me aside. I'll go back by myself when I recover."

Zhiming didn't respond to him.

He lifted him out of the water with one hand, and clasped his waist tightly with his long, strong arms.

All my clothes were soaked.

Their bodies pressed against each other, heat and coolness intertwined.

Wen Yuxi huddled in his arms uncomfortably, and with a little force from him, she leaned tightly against his chest.

He couldn't help feeling annoyed, as his senior brother ignored his words.

Displeasure immediately showed on his face, and he looked sour.

Zhiming lowered his eyes and stared into his eyes. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Junior brother, you are completely exhausted right now. I am worried about leaving you here."

Uh, okay!

Wen Yuxi forced herself to remain calm and awkwardly hung her arms around his neck to make it easier for her to exert force.

He muttered softly, "Then let's go back."

Zhiming nodded, hugged him, and turned into a ray of light and disappeared on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, he was already in the room.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. Senior Brother... could it be that he, he, he has already reached the Nascent Soul stage?

This damn talent is really enviable and hateful.

Zhiming glanced at him, seemed to see his doubt, and shook his head: "He hasn't broken through the Nascent Soul stage yet."

He gently put Wen Yuxi down, then took his hands, slowly held them in his hands, and silently recited the mental method.

Suddenly, both of them felt dry.

Wen Yuxi curled his lips, thinking that he was wasting his talent.

"Do you want to change clothes?" Zhiming let go of his hand and asked in a low voice.

Wen Yuxi thought about it and realized that he had been busy all day. Even though he had the cleaning technique, he still felt uncomfortable all over.

He shook his shoulders: "I need to change."

But he forgot that his whole body was sore and he couldn't exert any strength.

"Go to bed."

Zhiming picked him up and placed him on the bed.

Wen Yuxi's eyes widened like bells, and his heart began to beat rapidly.

"Brother... what are you going to do?"

Zhiming's handsome eyebrows knitted together slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to change clothes?"

After saying that, her white and slender fingers reached towards his collar.

Wen Yuxi was horrified, her face pale with shame and anger. She gritted her teeth and tried desperately to raise her finger to stop it.

But his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't move at all.

Wen Yuxi closed her eyes, wanting to cry but unable to. Was she shooting herself in the foot?

The cold fingers accidentally touched the collarbone, and the chill invaded, and Wen Yuxi's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He was filled with shame and anger, and lowered his voice to shout, "Brother, stop now, I don't want to change anymore."

I was literally in tears.

Zhiming's fingers stopped immediately, he touched his head and said softly, "Then go to sleep."

He pulled the quilt over him and covered him with it, then tucked the corners in carefully.

His expression was focused and his eyes were gentle.

Wen Yuxi's body gradually softened, feeling comfortable and warm as if she was soaking in hot soup.

Zhiming stood up and walked out.

Wen Yuxi hurriedly called him and whispered, "Where are you going, brother?"

Zhiming said nothing.

Footsteps were heard from outside, and the room suddenly became dark.

Then the footsteps gradually approached the inner room.

Perhaps out of guilt or for some other reason, Wen Yuxi quickly closed his eyes.

The footsteps stopped in front of him and then disappeared.

A vague gaze swept across his face.

Then a deep voice came from my ear: "It will be dawn in an hour. Junior brother, take a good rest. I will meditate here. Call me if you need anything."

In addition to a bed, there was also a low couch in the inner room.

I really feel sorry for you, brother.

"Thank you, senior brother."

After a long time, Wen Yuxi replied in a low voice and then fell into a deep sleep.

Day two.

Wen Yuxi was awakened by hunger.

My stomach is rumbling.

He suddenly sat up from the bed and found that his whole body had recovered.

I was overjoyed and jumped out of bed.

The sound startled Zhiming, who was meditating nearby. He slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "Are you awake? There's food outside."

Is there anything to eat? His eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhiming with great emotion: "Brother, you are such a kind person."

Zhiming raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Not Grandet anymore?"

Wen Yuxi's eyelids twitched, and he felt guilty. His eyes were erratic, and he refused to admit it: "What are you talking about, brother? I don't understand."

After saying that, he ran out of the house.

Sure enough, he saw a table outside with his favorite food.

At this time, his stomach was already growling for food. Wen Yuxi quickly washed up and cleared all the food on the table.

After dinner, he followed Zhiming to practice in the open space outside the door.

"Junior brother, have you learned any offensive spells?"

“I learned a little.”

Wen Yuxi immediately demonstrated the "Fire Art" and "Falling Rain Art" taught by his teacher.

Although he spent a short time learning these two spells, he learned them quite well.

Wen Yuxi stood still, silently recited the magic formula in his mind, turned his hands, and shot a fireball towards the open ground.

The fireball was the size of a bullet and went out when it hit the ground.

Wen Yuxi scratched his head awkwardly.

He quickly stood up again and demonstrated the Rainfall Technique again.

Suddenly, fine rain began to fall from the sky.

Wen Yuxi didn't open the spiritual shield, so the raindrops fell on her hair and body.

The whole body seemed to be covered by mist.

Wen Yuxi waved his hand and brushed aside the raindrops in front of him.

He said dejectedly, "I think this spell is used to irrigate fields. If it's used to deal with enemies, I'm afraid they'll be beaten before the rain even starts to fall."

Zhiming slowly stepped forward, handed him a handkerchief, and looked up at his wet forehead: "Wipe it."

"Oh."

Wen Yuxi took it, wiped it roughly, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Zhiming's eyes flickered when he saw this, and he said, "I saw my junior brother shoot a fireball that day, it was quite powerful. Why don't we try it again?"

He was talking about the moment at the bottom of Eagle's Beak Valley, when Wen Yuxi burned all the hair of the corpse with a fireball.

Wen Yuxi thought of it immediately.

After hesitating for a moment, he still pinched his fingers and made hand gestures to perform it.

In an instant, a fireball as big as a bowl flew out from his palm and rolled straight towards the cliff.

Oh my god, if this fireball goes down, will I be charged with arson?

Wen Yuxi was horrified and rushed towards the fireball.

When Zhiming saw this, his eyes suddenly darkened and he grabbed his wrist.

The other hand pointed into the air as fast as lightning.

Immediately, an icicle about half a foot long and as thick as a finger shot towards the fireball.

"Bang" sound.

It was fixed firmly in place.

The fireball went out instantly.

Wen Yuxi was stunned.

Senior brother’s cultivation has really reached the pinnacle, and a single wave of his finger can have such great power.

Can press him to the ground and rub him repeatedly!

"This spell is okay and can be used as your offensive spell."

Wen Yuxi thought to himself, of course, anything made by a spirit weapon is naturally a top quality product.

"Yeah, okay, I'll come back and practice hard."

"However, these techniques are not a long-term solution. If you want to cultivate the sword, you must practice swordsmanship well."

Zhiming stared into Wen Yuxi's eyes with a serious tone.

Wen Yuxi was a little confused: "So do I practice after building my foundation?"

"Do not."

Zhiming shook his head: "Starting tomorrow, I will teach you swordsmanship."