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

Xuan Yuran turned around and went to Yao Lao. He told Yao Lao that he was injured and wanted to take some internal medicine to reduce swelling and blood stasis so that his blood and flesh could recover quickly.

Apart from Young Master Tang, Yao Lao liked the little firewood Xuan Yuran the most. In fact, he liked his "little firewood" physique, so he generously gave him his treasured elixir.

Xuan Yuran came to his master's door, which was still tightly closed. He was worried, but he knew that his master didn't want to see him at this time.

He said loudly to the door,

"Master, I got the elixir from Yao Lao and placed it at the door."

In the inner room, Tang Yixin heard Xuan Yuran's voice, his hand that was flipping through the book paused, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He still cares about his little apprentice very much.

Shortly after Xuan Yuran left, a golden figure appeared at Tang Yixin's door again. It was Jin Xiaoxiao.

He just saw Xuan Yuran, his eyes fell on the box on the ground, and then he put a box in his hand next to it.

He stretched out his hand to knock on the door and talk to his master, but his hand stopped in front of the door, and then a look of indifference flashed across his slightly narrowed eyes.

It doesn’t matter actually, it doesn’t matter whether you know it or not.

Late at night, the surroundings were as quiet as thick water.

The lantern in front of Tang Yixien's door was shrouded in a dim halo of light.

The door creaked open, and Tang Yixin's tall and beautiful figure appeared behind the door, and then he took away the two boxes on the ground.

Not far away, Jin Xiaoxiao walked out from the shadows, looked relieved, and turned away.

It seemed that the master was taking medicine, and he guessed that the ointment should also be applied.

In the inner room, Tang Yixien placed two boxes on the table.

Both boxes are made of ordinary yellowwood.

He opened the two boxes, and in the left box was a box of square pills, which were obviously Yao Lao's pills.

The box on the right actually contained white powder, which emitted a faint crystal light.

It's as dazzling as snow in the sun.

He took a small handful with his hand, and it felt smooth and moist, it was pearl powder.

Tang Yixian's handsome eyebrows raised slightly.

Where did this little Xuanwu get the pearl powder? This kid is quite attentive.

Tang Yixin's wounds were more serious than those caused by ordinary horse riding lessons because he was taming a wild horse, so he used more force and the wounds were deeper.

Tang Yixin didn't take it seriously at first, but later he found out that the wound was very deep, especially at the base of the thigh. No matter what, no one wants to have scars on their body.

Pearl powder is the best way to heal his wounds.

I don’t know where Xiao Xuanwu got it.

Since the medicine had been delivered, Tang Yixin didn't act pretentiously. He took the medicine, applied some pearl powder, and then lay down to rest. He was already able to lie flat. He looked at the curtains on the bed, and the light in his eyes moved slightly.

It’s so late, the central air conditioner should be turned off, right?

Tang Yixin guessed that, apart from Sheng Qingye, who else would waste his spiritual power to cool down the house.

He walked to the window and looked outside. Seeing no one, he felt relieved.

He should have gone back.

Yao Lao's internal pills for reducing swelling and removing blood stasis, ointment and pearl powder work together.

Tang Yixien felt much better the next morning.

After getting up, he took a cold bath.

In the cool bathtub, Tang Yixin lifted his legs out of the water and checked his wounds. The water droplets slid across his long white legs, making him look particularly attractive.

He was surprised to find that the wound had completely healed and the skin even felt better than before.

It’s so white and smooth, Tang Yixien couldn’t help but mutter.

I think it’s the pearl powder, it’s really magical.

Tang Yixin looked at his delicate arms and couldn't understand how the original owner's skin was so well maintained.

What’s the use of a man’s body being so fair and delicate?

Finally, on the morning of morning practice, Sheng Qingye saw his master.

It was only a few days since they last met, but he felt like it had been a long time.

After seeing his master, Xuan Yuran finally felt relieved.

"Master, you have recovered, right?"

Xuan Yuran hurriedly stepped forward and asked, his eyes flashing with a clear light.

Tang Yixian said with a gratified smile between his brows,

"Well, Xiao Xuanwu, the master is fine now."

Sheng Qingye had two dark circles under his eyes, which made his eyes look even deeper. He looked at his master with an anxious look as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Tang Yixien knew what Sheng Qingye wanted to ask.

He remembered Sheng Qingye pulling his clothes, and then said neatly,

"I applied ointment and pearl powder, and there are no marks left. It's white and smooth now. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

Tang Yixin was actually annoyed by the questions about the scar, whether they were asked by his disciples or by the system.

For a moment, some words came out of my mouth without thinking.

White and smooth....

For a moment, Sheng Qingye and Xuan Yuran didn't know whether they should imagine it or not.

Both of them stood at attention, lowered their eyes and said nothing.

Tang Yixien realized that he had spoken out of turn and coughed slightly.

He wanted to explain that it wasn't that easy, but he felt that the more he explained, the worse it would get, so he gave up.

Tang Yixien really didn't want this matter to continue.

He saw that both of his disciples looked relieved.

He didn't care why Sheng Qingye was so obsessed with the scar.

He looked at Sheng Qingye, whose eyes were shining with joy.

It seemed that he was really happy that his injury had healed.

As a master, he should feel gratified that his students care about him so much.

But he always felt something was wrong.

Tang Yixin waited here for a while and found that Jin Xiaoxiao had not come to morning practice yet. He asked Sheng Qingye why Jin Xiaoxiao was so late today.

After asking, I found out that something happened at Jin Xiaoxiao's home and he was called back by his father.

The Jin family's financial resources are almost among the top ten in Yuanzhi Continent.

This kind of wealth ranking list will naturally fluctuate.

The Jin family has almost never fallen out of the top five.

The Tang family, the leader of the immortal sect, does not participate in this kind of ranking.

The Jin family's mansion is magnificent and full of jewels and precious stones. Even the floor tiles are paved with large pieces of Hetian jade.

However, this Hetian jade has a disadvantage, which is that it is uncomfortable to kneel on, as it is cold and hard.

Jin Xiaoxiao was kneeling on the Hetian jade bricks in his father's study at this time. He felt his knees were swollen, painful and numb. The pure gold ruler in his hand was very heavy.

"You good loser! Don't you know how valuable that pearl is? Tell me... which courtesan did you give it to? Tell me!"

Jin Xiaoxiao's father, Jin Xinxin, the head of the Jin family, was angrily scolding her with a look of disappointment on his face, his face flushed with anger.

When he came back from his travels, he checked the warehouse and found that the pearl as big as a lion's head was missing.

The value of pearls lies in the fact that they contain the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and it takes hundreds of years to form such a large pearl.

Jin Xiaoxiao's mother, Mrs. Jin, felt sorry for her son and immediately said,

"Oh, isn't it just a broken bead? What's the big deal? It's not an eyeball."