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

Sheng Qingye let go immediately.

In an instant, Tang Yixien quickly used his hands to catch his clothes that had slipped down and put them back on. Tang Yixien's hair slid down to his collarbone, looking cool and beautiful.

When the two saw it, they were stunned for a moment, and their eyes quickly shifted away to look elsewhere.

A hint of red suddenly appeared on the tip of Sheng Qingye's ears.

Jin Xiaoxiao also felt her heart beating wildly. He was actually shy.

He suddenly felt that he was of no use.

Just then, Xuan Yuran walked in from behind the screen.

When Xuan Yuran saw the scene in front of him, he was so surprised that he stood there in a daze.

The two were in front of the master's bed, and the master was gathering his clothes. Although the clothes were gathered very tightly, there was obviously something wrong.

He pursed his lips, suppressing the gloom in his eyes. His fists turned white from being clenched too hard. He suppressed his emotions and asked,

"You...what are you doing?"

At this moment, Tang Yixian's head buzzed, and a burst of anger emerged, making him feel as if he could not feel the pain all over his body.

He just wants to lie down quietly for a few days, why is it so difficult?

At this moment, a strong wind began to blow around Tang Yixian's body. A few strands of his long, soft and shiny hair fluttered in the wind. The corners of his handsome phoenix eyes were slightly raised, flashing with a cold light. He said in a low, cold voice,

"Get out! All three of you, get out right now!"

Sheng Qingye and Jin Xiaoxiao took a few steps back and stood with Xuan Yuran.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions calmed down, revealing a hint of clarity.

They had seen Master get angry, and they knew very well that Master was really angry.

"Master, if you don't apply ointment on that...place...it will take a long time to heal and may leave scars, which will not look good." Sheng Qingye said with sincere anxiety in his eyes.

"He's right."

Xuan Yuran and Jin Xiaoxiao were surprisingly in sync at this moment and echoed at the same time.

Tang Yixien's face was almost cold to the extreme at this time, and the wind around him was getting stronger.

The location of his injury is so hidden, does it matter whether it looks good or not?

Who can see it?!

He once again suppressed his emotions that were about to explode.

"Master is fine, it's not a serious injury. Master, I'll say it again, everyone get out!"

At this time, the wind in the room was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the corners of Sheng Qingye's clothes into the air.

They knew that this was the Master’s spiritual power!

"Master, you should take a rest. We are leaving right away."

Jin Xiaoxiao dragged Sheng Qingye and Xuan Yuran out.

Sheng Qingye was dragged to the door by Jin Xiaoxiao's shoulders and shouted,

"Master...you need to apply medicine, it will really leave scars."

.......

Tang Yi's face turned even paler with anger.

He had never been so angry even when his previous students mistook the English alphabet for the chemical element table.

He looked at the three bottles of ointment on the table.

It turns out they all know what the consequences are of learning to ride a horse for the first time.

He turned around and gently threw himself on the bed, covering his head with the quilt beside him.

After the three of them came out of the master's inner room, their faces did not look very good.

Xuan Yuran returned to the house alone. After entering, he turned around and closed the door, then leaned against it. Thinking of how close they were to his master just now, a sudden burst of anger rose between his brows.

He just felt that the demon pill was getting hotter and hotter.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the sycamore leaf pendant on his waist. The pendant swayed slightly, and a ray of white inside glowed faintly.

That was a touch of Master’s spiritual power.

Xuan Yuran's heart gradually calmed down.

He slowly walked to the window, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea. He remembered that his cousin had made an appointment with him tonight, and his originally clear and bright eyes became a little sharper.

On a late summer evening, the breeze blowing in from the window is still warm.

At this time, Jin Xiaoxiao was sitting by the window, drinking the Bamboo Leaf Green Wine he brought from his house, looking light and lazy.

Jin Xiaoxiao rearranged the furnishings in his room himself.

The bed was replaced with a large carved bed made of golden nanmu wood, and the furnishings in the room were also extremely valuable.

After living in Biling Peak for so long, he has actually gotten used to living there.

He had just poured himself a glass of wine when he heard a slight noise outside the door. He smiled slightly and said,

"come in."

The door was pushed open with a creak, and Sheng Qingye's handsome face appeared outside the door. He smiled and walked in.

He came here because he smelled the wine.

As soon as Sheng Qingye entered the room, he sat down opposite Jin Xiaoxiao without any hesitation, picked up the wine pot, took a glass, and poured himself a glass.

Then he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

He has been like this since he was a child.

When I have nothing to eat, I go to Jin Xiaoxiao. When I grow up and can drink, I go to Jin Xiaoxiao when I have nothing to drink.

The room was very quiet, with the occasional distant bird calls. When friends are together, they are naturally more casual.

Sheng Qingye poured himself another glass of wine and took a sip.

He looked at the light green Bamboo Leaf Green in the wine glass in his hand. It was translucent and pure, and there was a rare hint of ink-like depth in his bright eyes.

After a long while, he spoke in a low voice, his voice was mellow and distant.

"Master's cultivation seems to have advanced."

"Yeah." Jin Xiaoxiao replied calmly.

Sheng Qingye shook his wine glass and said,

"Master probably thinks that this way, he won't have to marry into an aristocratic family."

Jin Xiaoxiao leaned back lazily, leaning her whole body on the golden nanmu chair, and said,

"It seems that our master may really think so. However, the master's wind spiritual power is really awe-inspiring. He really deserves to be called a genius in cultivation. Maybe he can really do it."

Sheng Qingye drank the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp, his eyes regained their sharpness and brightness, and he said,

"The marriage between several major families was something that Lord Tang had planned a long time ago. It's not something that can be easily changed."

It is very common for cultivators from aristocratic families like those in Yuanzhi Continent to become Taoist companions.

It can increase the strength of each other's families and improve their cultivation.

And they all just happened to be adults, at this age.

"Why, did your father say something to you?"

Jin Xiaoxiao felt that this was not something Sheng Qingye could have guessed, and someone must have said something.

Sheng Qingye turned his eyes slightly without saying anything, as if he admitted it.

After the last birthday party, he returned to the mansion. His father had mentioned it to him, and the Lord had also hinted at it, that the matter of marriage might be brought up after returning from Lingyu Mountain.

The smile in Jin Xiaoxiao's eyes seemed to fade even more at this moment, and then she said sadly,

"Yes, Master is the eldest son of the Tang family. Given his status, the choice of his Taoist partner has never been his decision."

Sheng Qingye put down his wine glass and said in a handsome and eccentric manner,

"In short, I've said that Master is from the Sheng family."

Jin Xiaoxiao poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. He rarely drank like this.

At this moment, Sheng Qingye put down his wine glass, looked at Jin Xiaoxiao, and said in a low and serious tone,

"There's one more thing that worries me."