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

Even so, it was already very exciting for Xuan Yuran, who had just become an adult.

Xuan Yuran steadied his breathing.

Tang Yixin couldn't help but feel a little sorry when he saw that Xiao Xuanwu's face was getting even redder.

The water wasn't hot enough, so he said,

"Then please help me bring in the bucket of hot water at the door."

Perhaps this can ease Xuan Yuran's embarrassment.

Xuan Yuran's back was a little stiff, and he responded,

"Yes, Master."

Xuan Yuran walked into the house carrying a wooden bucket and came to Tang Yixian's bathtub.

Tang Yixian was on the other side of the tub, his eyes filled with the doting of a master as he said, "Thank you, Xiao Xuanwu."

He didn't notice Xuan Yuran's restrained gaze at all, like the starlight hidden in the dark night.

Xuan Yuran slowly poured the hot water into the barrel along the edge, for he was afraid of scalding his master.

He looked at the water very politely, even though his ears were already red. The room was filled with the unique fragrance of magnolia and a faint medicinal aroma of his master.

"Master, is this medicine? You are sick."

Xuan Yuran asked, his eyes met his master's face, then quickly looked away.

Tang Yixien pursed his lips and smiled.

This apprentice turned out to be the right one, and he still cared about him very much.

"Master, I'm fine. You've already thanked me. Go back now. Remember to take the pills on time."

"Yes, Master."

Xuan Yuran retreated in a panic. After closing the door, he gasped for breath.

Xuan Yuran felt that his heart was about to burst.

It felt like there was a fire somewhere in my body that couldn't be put out.

So he quickly walked out of Biling Villa and went into the bamboo forest next to it.

There was a lake there. He went to the lake, squatted down, scooped up the cold lake water and splashed it on his face.

The cool water on his hot cheeks immediately sobered him up.

But for some reason, the image of Master biting his lips, his face flushed and forbearing, always appeared in his mind and could not be shaken off.

Master, Xuan Yuran muttered to himself lightly.

Let’s talk about Sheng Qingye.

Not long ago, Sheng Qingye couldn't help it anymore, and his mind seemed to be flying.

He saw Xuan Yuran leave the house and walk out of the villa through the window.

He endured it symbolically.

I really couldn't hold it back.

Sheng Qingye pushed open the door of Xuan Yu Ranwu's house.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the eye-catching white jar on the table.

Too big, too dazzling.

It shines with temptation in the sunlight.

He opened the jar and took out two square pills.

He recognized that this was a top-grade elixir, which made him even more unhappy.

Even if you don’t give it to me, I still want to try it.

As soon as I got started, I felt that my master was treating me biasedly.

He threw the two pills upwards, caught them with his mouth, and swallowed them without hesitation.

He had eaten square pills before, but as expected, he still choked on them.

He didn't dare drink water for fear of being noticed.

So he closed the jar, grabbed his throat, went out, and almost flew back to his room.

He drank a pot of water as soon as he entered the door, and then swallowed the two pills.

Now he felt completely relieved, as if he had won a victory.

He couldn't lose to that skinny little chicken, some Phoenix.

However, he was only happy for a moment, and soon he felt something was wrong.

Sheng Qingye has ice-type spiritual roots, and his black iron chains are extremely cold, even frosty.

He swallowed two fire-type pills, and instantly, his dantian seemed to be on fire, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was as if something was burning his spiritual roots, and spiritual power was running wildly through them.

The burning sensation in his dantian made him feel weak all over and almost fainted.

He fell off the chair with a thud.

It happened that Jin Xiaoxiao walked in at this moment and saw this scene.

He noticed the unusual blush on Sheng Qingye's face and touched his forehead, which was really hot this time.

"Qingye, what's wrong with you? I'll take you back to the Sheng family, just bear with it."

Jin Xiaoxiao's first reaction was to ask for help from the Sheng family. This was the eldest son of the Sheng family. If anything happened, his father would probably turn the world of cultivation upside down.

"Go find Master, go quickly."

"Him? Will he save you?" Jin Xiaoxiao asked back.

He remembered that his master almost poisoned Sheng Qingye last time.

"Go call Master quickly."

Sheng Qingye was so hot that he pulled at his collar, feeling as if he was about to be burned to pieces.

"Okay." Jin Xiaoxiao hurried to find Tang Yixin.

Tang Yixin had already finished his bath and had just put on a thin undershirt, with only a layer of gauze covering the outside.

Hearing the urgent knock on the door, he didn't even have time to put on his extra clothes and hurried over following Jin Xiaoxiao.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Sheng Qingye lying in pain on the bed, his eyes red and bloodshot.

Tang Yixian walked forward and sat beside the bed, and asked anxiously,

"Sheng Qingye, what's wrong with you? Are you possessed?"

Sheng Qingye looked up at his master in a daze, then threw himself into Tang Yixian's arms.

Jin Xiaoxiao next to her almost rolled her eyes and shook her head helplessly.

Tang Yixien couldn't care less at this moment. No matter what, this was still his apprentice, and human life was extremely important to him.

Sheng Qingye was still sharp in his daze. He whispered,

"Why did you only give that jar of medicine to that weakling?"

Weak chicken?

Tang Yixuan realized that it was Xuan Yuran.

Tang Yixian couldn't help but feel his heart sink. The ingredients of the Yangyang Pill were all for nourishing the fire element, which was simply destructive to Sheng Qingye's ice element.

They are even mutually exclusive.

"Xiaoxiao, go get the medicine box from my inner room."

"Yes"

Jin Xiaoxiao hurried to find the medicine box and brought it back.

Sheng Qingye still held Tang Yixin tightly.

Tang Yixian freed his hands, took out a white pill from the medicine box and stuffed it into Sheng Qingye's mouth.

This elixir can clear the mind and protect Sheng Qingye's spiritual roots from the scorching heat of the fire.

Tang Yixian looked at Sheng Qingye's gradually relaxing appearance in his arms, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said in a low voice,

"Are you really hungry? You want to eat anything?"

Sheng Qingye's expression relaxed at this time, and his breathing became steady, but he still clung to the man's arms.

Tang Yixian looked at the wolf cub with evil intentions and shook his head helplessly.

"Can you let go?"

"cannot!"

Sheng Qingye's handsome face was pale with fatigue.

Although the spiritual roots are much better, the ice-type spiritual roots really can't stand the burning.

At this time, Jin Xiaoxiao was watching from the side and couldn't help feeling touched.

He could see that this master actually didn't want to have a Taoist partner.

No matter who among the three of them.

He didn't want to do any of them.

He appears to be calm and peaceful on the outside, but he is actually very stubborn.

However, as a master, he really cares about Sheng Qingye.

Tang Yixian's handsome and slender back was reflected in Jin Xiaoxiao's indifferent eyes.