He was a model in the world of self-cultivation in his last life.

The injury has healed, and the state of mind and realm have stabilized.

He could still hear Sanskrit singing in his ears, and fragments of the past emerged in his mind, all of which made him happy.

Wei Shengyu looked around, and when he saw the alchemy formation surrounding him, he felt relieved.

"Feather!"

Ning Guan was overjoyed to see him wake up.

"Are you okay? Is there any discomfort?"

Ning Guan asked nervously.

Wei Shengyu shook his head, "Uncle, I'm fine."

"Master!"

Jiuli, who was concocting alchemy, was also alarmed, and when he turned his head, Wei Shengyu stood up and gathered the "Sanskrit Pill Formation" in his hands.Jiuli didn't care about the half-refined pill in the pill furnace, so he drove the wheelchair towards him.

"Teacher, this pill..."

"Master!"

Wei Shengyu was about to ask about Fanyin's elixir, when Jiuli threw him into his arms.

Jiuli hugged his waist, his nose sore.

He wasn't a tough guy who bleeds and doesn't shed tears, and he didn't pretend to be an outsider when facing Wei Shengyu. When he got emotional, he cried as soon as he said it.

"Woo, Master, you scared me to death!"

"..."

Wei Shengyu was startled and froze in place.

He looked at Jiuli at a loss, not knowing what to do, and finally he could only look at Ning Guan for help.

Ning Guan laughed, "It's fine, let him vent."

How good it is to cry.

He also wished that his nephew would cry too.

It's a pity that his Yu'er has been stubborn since he was a child, and he would rather freeze his emotions with indifference than show weakness to others.

He didn't cry when he was seven years old, and he can't cry now, which made him feel distressed.

Wei Shengyu was helpless, patted Jiuli's head lightly, and comforted him: "Don't cry, Master is fine, disciple don't worry."

"How can I not worry."

Jiuli looked up at him, crying and said: "Master, I know you feel uncomfortable. But you have to promise me, don't hold back when you are sad, you must tell me."

"Oh, Master, you have to take good care of yourself, otherwise this disciple will be too pitiful.

I know Gu Changling here, and he is a good apprentice surnamed Jiang.When he died, Gu Changling insisted on cleaning up the house and let me bury him with him.

Now you are the only one who supports the apprentice. If something happens to the master, how can I be his opponent? Maybe I will die without a place to bury him. "

"nonsense."

Wei Shengyu knew that he said this on purpose, to make himself care about him more, to be concerned about him, instead of just being immersed in sadness.

After hearing this, I still couldn't help feeling pity in my heart.

Touching his head, Wei Shengyu said: "He dare not."

"Know people, know face, but don't know heart, master, don't be fooled by him, he has a heart. What's more, he has been a disciple of Jiang for more than ten years, and he owes the Jiang family karma. Maybe someday this karma will stop him. On the way, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, and killed me."

Jiuli hugged him tightly, and said pitifully, "Master, you have to protect me, don't leave me behind."

Wei Shengyu's heart softened, and he said helplessly, "I just promise you as a teacher."

Jiuli struck while the iron was hot: "Don't go back on your word!"

"No regrets."

Micro-feather commitment.

Jiuli was happy now, laughing through tears.

Ning Guan said: "Who is the grandson talking about, the sword cultivator who came back to the sect with you? Since this person is a hidden danger, just kill him directly."

Jiuli: "..."

Is he selling miserably too sincerely?

The author has something to say: I feel sorry for Gu Gu for a second...hahahaha!