Say it's a big treason to the master

Yun Linjing sighed: "Get up, it's okay, I know his temper, no matter what, I can't blame you."

Ming Xiuyi stood up and stood aside silently.

Yun Linjing sat on the edge of the bed: "Brother?"

Gong Wutong beat him weakly and said: "Don't stay here, I want my apprentice."

Yun Linjing didn't have the same knowledge as the elder brother who was about to be burned into a fool, so he pressed his restless hand and felt his pulse: "Don't mess around."

After a while, he put down Gong Wutong's limp hand, and found that as Sui Xiangfeng said, the meridians of Gong Wutong were about to form ice flowers, no wonder he was so sick.

Gong Wutong kept tilting his head to look at Ming Xiuyi who was standing at the side, his eyes were so hot that a layer of water mist formed, from time to time the water drops fell down his face as he blinked.

Ming Xiuyi just glanced at it, then hastily lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

Yun Linjing raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Gong Wutong's face, and said softly: "Brother, run your spiritual power to see if you can force out the chill?"

Before, Gong Wutong was also stimulated by the ice spirit seed to cause a chill to enter his body, but at that time, Gong Que used the spiritual power of the Holy Lord to force the chill out for him, and also let Gong Wutong have a good night's sleep.

The cultivation level of Yunlin Realm is not as good as that of Gongque, so naturally he dare not probe into Gongwutong's spiritual vein at will.

The chill from the Ice Spirit Seed is so much accumulated in the spiritual veins, but anyone with a weaker cultivation base can freeze the meridians, let alone use spiritual power to enter the meridians without authorization.

Gong Wutong circulated his spiritual power sullenly, but after a while he covered his waist and abdomen in pain, and whimpered: "It hurts."

Yun Linjing hurriedly said, "Where does it hurt?"

Gong Wutong groaned: "It hurts everywhere."

Once the spiritual power in the stage of transforming spirits swims through the meridians, the chill rushes forward and devours them like a snake, causing the meridians to throb with severe pain.

The Yunlin Realm didn't dare to let him use his spiritual power anymore.

This time, everyone was in a dilemma.

When Yun Linjing was frowning, Sui Xiangfeng came up to him quietly and suggested, "Uncle Master, why don't you let him try it, can you draw out the chill from Master's body?"

Yunlin looked up.

Ming Xiuyi who was standing by the side looked confused when he heard his name.

Sui Xiangfeng said: "In other words, can you control the frost to melt and freeze at will?"

Ming Xiuyi nodded.

"That's it." Sui Xiangfeng pulled him over, "Try to see if you can send spiritual power into Master's meridians, and melt away all the chill."

Yun Linjing also got up and gave up his position, planning to break the can and fall.

Anyway, it's better than watching Gong Wutong suffer.

Ming Xiuyi felt a little stressed, he stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to be calm and holding Gong Wutong's hot wrist.

When Gong Wutong saw him approaching, he smiled until his eyes rolled up.

Ming Xiuyi was stunned for a moment, if it wasn't for Gong Wutong's eyes or different pupils, he would have thought it was the "Concubine Selection Day" again—otherwise, Gong Wutong's eyes seemed to be deeply rooted in love, full of ardent love ?

Ming Xiuyi didn't think much, clasped Master's hand, and carefully sent the chill into his meridians.

Before, Ming Xiuyi also sorted out the spiritual veins for the master and entered Gong Wutong's body with spiritual power, but this time Gong Wutong probably felt very uncomfortable. When he was in a daze, he felt the spiritual power that did not belong to him. Controlled and suddenly released a repulsive coercion.

With a muffled bang, Ming Xiuyi's face turned pale, and the spiritual power was directly bounced back, and suddenly exploded on the spot, white frost fell down, and the room and the floor were all white.

Sui Xiangfeng was startled, and rushed forward: "It's it?!"

Ming Xiuyi pressed his chest, the Neifu felt terribly uncomfortable, Sui Xiangfeng forcibly stuffed him with a few elixir before he managed to stabilize himself.

Yun Linjing's face darkened, seeing that Xiu Yi was fine, and was about to let him go down to rest first, but saw Gong Wutong, who was still fine just now, suddenly turned over and leaned on the edge of the bed, panting violently.

Because of his rebellious use of spiritual power just now, the chill in his spiritual veins almost froze his whole body into ice, and even his white hair was slowly forming snow-white frost.

Gong Wutong panted for a long time, then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Senior brother!" Yun Linjing was frightened out of his wits by this scene, and after seeing Gong Wutong coughing up blood, he lay down on the edge of the bed, fearing that he would fall into a deep sleep again, and clasped his shoulders.

The red string around Gong Wutong's neck did not respond, indicating that he was still awake.

Gong Wutong closed his eyes for a while, leaned back on the soft couch, not daring to look at Ming Xiuyi who was injured by him, and murmured: "Everyone get out."

Yunlinjing: "But..."

"What are you worried about?" Gong Wutong regained consciousness a little, and resumed his usual calm posture, and said flatly, "I can't die."

As soon as he turned over, there was a big word "roll" written on his back.

Gong Wutong only felt shivering from the cold, but his body was hot as coals, so he didn't even know whether to hug the brocade quilt tightly or take off his clothes.

The two heavens of ice and fire burned his mind into a muddle, and there was a buzzing in his ears, and he vaguely heard what Yunlin Jing and his two disciples seemed to be saying, but he had no energy to listen at this time, and he was only looking forward to this house. The farther the people in here go, the better.

"Leave me alone." Gong Wutong thought in confusion, "Leave me alone."

There are so many interesting things in this world, why do you have to worry about me...

dying person.

Gong Wutong was thinking, when a series of footsteps left in his ears.

All the people around him left.

Gong Wutong thought: "This is very good."

That's enough.

Seeing his trembling body curled up into a ball, he raised his hand to hug his arm, but found that his five fingers were frozen and unconscious.

This is no longer a simple chill entering the body.

The Ice Spirit Seed that froze his small courtyard beyond recognition when he came out back then has become strong and fierce under the blessing of Ming Xiuyi's cultivation base. Because of being greedy for coolness, he was frozen like this.

Gong Wutong lowered his eyes and stared at his snow-white fingertips.

There are still five years before his death.

He didn't have the cultivation level of the stage of transforming gods, but his body had unknowingly decayed under the stalemate of the day and night struggle between the Buddha's bones and the devil's bones, like a dead tree eaten away by insects and ants.

Thinking of this metaphor, Gong Wutong burst out laughing out of nowhere.

He made himself laugh.

It's just that after Gong Wutong finished laughing, he suddenly felt that someone behind him lightly shaved his messy hair, and an extremely gentle voice sounded.

"What is Master laughing at?"

There was a momentary blank in Gong Wutong's mind, after a long pause, he turned around slowly, staring blankly at Ming Xiuyi who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face.

Although Ming Xiuyi smiled gently, there was some shame and guilt that couldn't be concealed on his face.

But at this moment Gong Wutong couldn't see it any more, he blinked his eyes, water drops slipped down the end of his eyes, his different pupils were full of doubts, as if he was asking him "Why are you here".

Ming Xiuyi let out a muffled cough, lowered his eyes and randomly mixed his ten fingers together, but soon, he probably felt that this was too childlike, so he coughed heavily again, separated his fingers, and said calmly, "I'll help you." Master dispels the chill."

Gong Wutong was taken aback for a moment, only then did he realize that Ming Xiuyi was almost injured by his unconscious resistance just now, he quickly turned his body back, and the voice came muffled.

"I'm fine, I don't need you."

Ming Xiuyi said patiently: "No matter how you say it, it was my mistake, which made Master suffer."

"No."

Ming Xiuyi asked suspiciously, "What did Master say?"

Gong Wutong will never admit that he has made mistakes. If it is normal, if he falls ill due to greed for cold, he will definitely point at Ming Xiuyi's nose and blame others, saying "I let you freeze I'm just ignoring me, why are you so obedient" "It's all your fault, anyway, the master is right" one set of fallacies after another, making people want to commit the crime of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors.

Only this time, Gong Wutong said in a rare way: "It's not your fault, it's my greed for coolness that got my retribution."

Ming Xiuyi took a light breath, looked at Gong Wutong in horror, and felt that his master must have been taken away, otherwise how could he take the initiative to admit his mistake.

Seeing his appearance, Gong Wutong said, "What expression do you have?"

"I show respect for Master's behavior of correcting when he knows his mistakes." Ming Xiuyi said, "It doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong, Master's hard work like this is not the answer, I..."

Ming Xiuyi coughed again, but stopped talking.

Gong Wutong asked him: "Why do you always cough, are you sick too?"

"No, no, no." Ming Xiuyi stroked the long ponytail hair on his shoulders back with a guilty conscience, coughed dryly again, tried to stay calm, and said softly, "I have another way, so I don't need to penetrate the spiritual power into the master." The meridians can draw out the chill."

Gong Wutong didn't notice Ming Xiuyi's strangeness, and hurriedly said: "What method?"

Ming Xiuyi didn't say a word, he leaned against the edge of the bed again, and stretched out his hand towards Gong Wutong with a soft voice.

"Master, please forgive the offending disciple."

Gong Wutong blinked, not knowing how he planned to offend himself.

The next moment, Ming Xiuyi slightly bent down.

Gong Wutong took a breath, his different pupils narrowed suddenly, and stared blankly at Ming Xiuyi who was close at hand.

The coldness and hotness are intertwined, and gradually there is no boundary, and the white mist with chills slowly overflows from the lips and tongue, and is drawn into the mouth by the tip of the tongue.

Gong Wutong hates snowy weather very much. Whenever there is a little bit of chill, he has to bring a light to go there, so that the spring will linger around him all the time.

But at this time, his breath was full of the breath of the snow.

Clear and inexplicably sweet.

Gong Wutong's waist felt weak for a while, leaning on the soft pillow almost felt that his whole body was going to melt in the ice and snow.

The chill that had been standing like icicles in his body seemed to be hooked by something, a little bit from his internal organs merged into a small river and flowed out of his forced parted lips.

Gong Wutong didn't know it was burnt out, when the last trace of cold tail swept out from the tip of his tongue, he was a little bit reluctant to part with the clear breath, trying to stick out the tip of his tongue to catch the chill.

The breath is cold, as if mixed with soil and dead wood, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers is also integrated into it.

He fell in love with snow.