The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

He was overwhelmed by the fact that someone was so nice to him.

She actually doesn't mind that he is afraid of fire.

Shouldn’t Master be more concerned about the future of his cultivation?

Xuan Yuran’s mind was full of thoughts.

His mind was still confused until he stepped out of the study.

Sheng Qingye knew that Tang Yixuan had called Xuan Yuran over alone, and he felt inexplicably restless. He dug a few holes in the ground with the chain.

From a distance, he saw Xuan Yuran coming back with a jar. He quickly flashed in front of the person, blocked his way and asked,

"Xiao Xuanwu, what did Master specifically ask you to do?"

Xuan Yuran smiled innocently and answered truthfully while holding up the can in his hand.

"Master saw that I was weak and gave me this pill."

Sheng Qingye felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

This is so unfair!

He was poisoned and drugged, and has been avoiding him every day recently.

It is like a tonic for this little apprentice.

Sheng Qingye looked at the person in front of him with scrutiny.

This was the first time he looked at Xuan Yuran carefully. He had a good appearance, but his face was too white and his body was too thin as if he had not grown up yet. He was said to be a phoenix, but to him he looked like a pretty little weak chicken.

Does Master like this?

Fragile?

Wouldn't it be better to be stronger?

Xuan Yuran felt a little uneasy when he was looked at. Seeing that Sheng Qingye didn't say anything else, he bowed and went back to his room.

Standing there, Sheng Qingye was doubting his life alone.

Messy in the wind.

He finally concluded, like a cute little weakling, that it still wouldn't work.

Men should be like eagles.

But there is no tonic for the eagle.

Jin Xiaoxiao came over at this time. The weather had already started to get warmer. He fanned himself with the fan in his hand and asked,

"Master Sheng, what are you doing here?"

After the three of them joined the sect, they had not yet been ranked according to their seniority, so they were still addressed by their original names.

Sheng Qingye turned around and asked suddenly

"Mr. Jin, what do you think is better, an eagle or a weak chicken?"

.......

Jin Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, put away her fan, and reached out to touch Sheng Qingye's forehead.

I don’t have a fever either…

In the disciples' courtyard, the houses where the three people lived were not far from each other.

Each room is named after one of the people. According to etiquette, it is named by the master, Tang Yixin.

The house where Sheng Qingye lived was named after the word "Ye".

Jin Xiaoxiao's name is "Xiao"

Xuan Yuran's name is the word "Wu".

This is because Tang Yixin felt that the word "Wu" was appropriate for Fenghuang's house.

Xuan Yuran's Wuzi room is in the corner of the villa, and the person closest to him is Sheng Qingye.

Ever since Xuan Yuran came back with the medicine jar, Sheng Qingye always looked towards Xuan Yuran's house.

He was thinking about the tonic, wondering why the weak little chicken could eat it but he couldn't.

This competitive spirit is terrifying.

He stretched his neck, wanting to know how good the pill was.

At the same time, in the Wu room, it was quiet with only the wind blowing in through the window lattice.

Xuan Yuran had no idea that someone was so concerned about his tonic. He put the white jar on the table, sat at the table, and stared at it for a long time.

He had some doubts in his mind, he was really not sure about the effect of this pill.

He also always wondered why Master was so good to him.

He grew up in neglect and persecution by his own people, and it is no coincidence that he is still alive today.

His defenses were everywhere.

But this time, he chose to believe that even a master as pure as a banished immortal would harm him.

Then this world would be too scary.

He just treated it as a gamble.

Xuan Yuran opened the lid of the white jar and reached in to take out a pill from it.

He froze for a moment.

The pill in his hand was square, and the black pill was shiny.

He immediately realized that this was the Four Directions Alchemy, the top-level alchemy method.

Master is indeed amazing.

Xuan Yuran put the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

The pills made by Fang are stuck in my throat...

Can hardly breathe..

He quickly drank three cups of tea and finally recovered.

He didn't blame the pill, he only blamed his throat for not being loud enough.

It seems that he needs to slowly get used to this pill.

Just after an incense stick of time had passed since he swallowed the pill, Xuan Yuran felt the burning heat of the fire demon pill in his body. The warmth flowed slowly from his dantian to his whole body like running water.

The flow of spiritual power is smoother.

As soon as he activated his spiritual power, waves of wind swirled around his body.

Xuan Yuran couldn't help but feel excited.

Only then did he suddenly remember that he had been in a daze just now and had not even said thank you to his master. He felt vaguely uneasy.

So he stood up and headed towards his master's Biling Villa.

In the inner room of Biling Villa, Tang Yixin was taking a medicinal bath. He immersed himself in the hot water and instantly felt comfortable and warm all over.

It had been a long time since the original owner drank the poison given by his uncle, and too much toxin remained in his wind-type spiritual roots.

He mixed his own potion and soaked in hot water every day to remove any remaining poison.

The medicinal bath water was too hot, and his fair and delicate skin turned slightly red.

The room was also filled with mist, like a sauna. Tang Yixin couldn't breathe, so he opened the window next to him.

He was bathing in a thin white gown and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

It is difficult to change the habits you developed before traveling through the book.

Xuan Yuran happened to walk to the window at this time and stood there in a daze.

Tang Yixien was surrounded by mist, his eyes half-closed, his long eyelashes slightly flickering, and his fair face flushed lightly, like a peach blossom. One could vaguely see water droplets sliding across his slender neck, over his collarbone, and all the way down.

Because it was too hot, Tang Yixien bit his thin lips lightly and endured it.

Xuan Yuran's eyes were wide open, his expression was dazed for a moment, and his heart was beating rapidly as if something had pierced through it.

Through the narrow slits of his eyes, Tang Yixien seemed to see a red figure among the mist.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that it was Xiao Xuanwu.

He slid naturally to the side of the bathtub near the window, placed his hands folded on the edge of the bathtub, and asked with a slight smile on his pale pink lips.

"Xiao Xuanwu? Why are you here? Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Maybe he was a little confused from being too drunk, but he had put aside his master's coldness and acted a bit lazy and playful as usual.

Xuan Yuran's heart seemed to explode again. This was the first time he saw his master smile like this.

He just felt his face getting hot and his breathing became unstable.

Xuan Yuran quickly shifted his gaze away, lowering his eyes and speaking in a voice that suppressed his emotions,

"I...I came to thank Master. That pill is very useful."

Tang Yixian saw Xuan Yiran's shy look and thought it was because of the pill. Sorry,

So I teased him deliberately.

"How can I thank you?"

Sure enough, after being teased like this, Xuan Yiran's eyes became even more flustered, and his hands were clenched on his dazzling red clothes.

What Tang Yixin didn't know was that he was restraining himself from looking at his master.

At this moment, Tang Yixien was completely submerged in the water, with only his shoulders and arms exposed.