The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

Zong Wu's breath stagnated, and the word "no" almost blurted out.

He wants to practice Taoism, but he cannot be emotional.

The existence of the young man brought him an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if something in his heart collapsed, and the bottom line and firm belief that he originally abided by were shaken even more.

He had a hoarse voice, his face was pale, his whole arm was trembling, and he bit his lower lip hard with his teeth. The originally pale lower lip was bitten and congested with blood, like a delicate flower that had been devastated.

Qi Wushen was taken aback, he hastily restrained the master, and the gesture of winning all the cards disappeared.

He found that Zong Wu was shaking, and shaking very violently.

Master has always lacked affection and love, even the most basic smile or cry are rare expressions, let alone fear?

What is Master afraid of?What made Master so afraid?

is it him?Why care about the truth?

Are they bad in their original form?Why break?

"Master..." The young man's breathing became shallow and disordered, his heart throbbed with pain, and when he regained consciousness, he subconsciously embraced Master in his arms.

Zong Wu's trembling body was wrapped by the little apprentice, and the crumbling plain white seemed to have a protective shell.

"Master, I won't ask anymore. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. If you don't want me to know, I don't even know, okay?"

He tried to persuade him softly, this time, Zong Wu did not resist the little apprentice's touch again.

He took the initiative to stretch out his hand and put it around the boy's waist, hugging his slender arms tightly. Although the boy's shoulders were not thick, they were enough to bear his weight.

Qi Wushen felt that his shoulders were wet, but he didn't look at the expression of the master, but just patted Zong Wu's back comfortingly, just like he was holding the little rabbit spirit just now.

Qi Wushen had an illusion, the feeling of comforting the master made him feel that the master was also a child similar to Rong Rong, who also needed a lot of love and protection.

In the past, the master in his heart was very strong, which made him fearful and alienated, as if every touch was profane and defiled, but now the master is like a weak plant that needs his love and affection. Care to water.

The young man never expected that one night, he would coax two people to sleep at the same time, one was Rong Rong and the other was Shizun.

After Zong Wu was sad, he seemed to have lost all his strength, so he snuggled into the young man's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Qi Wushen half leaned against the bed, caressing Master's face.The slightly upturned eyes are still a little red, but they look extraordinarily quiet, reminiscent of Jinglian in the pond late at night.

That face was obviously the same as when it was expressionless, but for some reason, the young man saw a trace of ignorance on the face of the master.

He took a clean towel and gently wiped away the trace of tears along the wet corners of the master's eyes.

Whisper whispered: "Master, next time I will not let you cry again."

As soon as the words fell, the young man stroked the master's lower abdomen with his hands through the thin clothes.

Although you can't see anything there when you are wearing clothes, but when you touch it carefully, you can feel the flat and firm lower abdomen, which has slightly bulged.

The boy silently prayed in his heart that the unformed child would not be affected by what happened today, and that he could grow up smoothly.

-

It was late at night, Qi Wushen didn't sleep with Master.

He went downstairs and asked Xiaoer to help him move a recliner, and leaned against the master's couch and fell into a deep sleep.

That night he had a dream.

The dream was strange, but it also reminded him of something.

The former teenager felt that he had never seen his master downcast or even panicked.

But that dream reminded him of some past events.

Those past events told him he was wrong.

Qi Wushen has actually seen it before, he has seen his master lose his mind, even though it was only once.

It was half a year before he crossed the lower realm, on that day, something happened in Jiuchongtian that shook the whole world.

—— Dao Zun has left the customs.

The so-called "One Qi Transforms Three Purities" refers to the three supreme Taoists in this world.

If Nan Tianzun is the lord of the heavens, then these three people are the lords of all things, people and things in the heaven and earth, the living and the dead in the six realms, everything, and everything that is under the control of the heavens cannot escape this Three hands.

They are the incarnations of the Dao of Heaven, and their status is much higher than that of Nan Tianzun, the Lord of Ten Thousand Heavens, who is in charge of the sky.It can even directly turn into a stone, or a cloud that has been floating for millions of years, and no one can find a trace.

The Daoist who came out of the Sunrise Gate was Huasheng Daoist, and he is the only one among the three Daoist who can be traced right now.

For this Daoist Huasheng, only one stick of incense has passed since he left the seclusion and retreated again.

During this time of burning incense, Daoist Huasheng only did one thing.To be more precise, I saw only one person.

That person is Zong Wu.

That day, Zong Wu was supposed to assess Qi Wushen's homework, but after meeting Hua Sheng Dao Zun, Zong Wu was not quite right.

In front of the screen wall at the entrance of Cangwuxuan, the young man was holding a warm book, waiting for the assessment.

Zong Wu brushed past him, but turned a blind eye.

Puzzled, the young man caught up with his master with the book to be assessed, only to see Zong Wu repeating a few words over and over again with trembling lips.

"Is this the truth?"

"how could this be?"

"I……"

Qi Wushen stopped in his tracks, looked at the master's slender back that seemed to be dissipating, and felt puzzled at the same time.

What exactly did Dao Zun say to make Master react like this?

In the youth's cognition, the relationship between Zong Wu and that Daoist Huasheng should be a master-student, and Daoist Huasheng took two disciples when he sat down, one was Nan Tianzun, and the other was Zong Wu.

Could it be that his master, who has never met, reprimanded his master?

Qi Wushen didn't know, and couldn't figure it out.But with his character, if he can't figure it out, he doesn't want to.

He wouldn't care about things that were too entangled, not to mention Zong Wu's distraught appearance didn't stay in front of him for too long.

-

The next morning, when Zong Wu opened his eyes, the sun shone into the inn room through the window that opened outward.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, but the fingertips of his other hand accidentally touched something soft beside the pillow.

It was an unfamiliar towel.

Zong Wu picked up the towel next to his pillow, thinking seriously about when it would appear on his couch.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

"Master." A young man's clear voice sounded from outside.

Zong Wu thumped in his heart, quickly tidied up his clothes, tore off the crimson clothes on the shelf, and tied the scattered blue silk behind him.

Before the door was opened, the smell of food wafted in through the crack of the door.

Zong Wu held on to the half-opened lattice door with both hands, the steam from the food hit his face, and his fair and delicate skin was stained with a dewy blush.

"Master, would you like to take it in and eat?" The boy handed out the tray.

There are four full plates of meals on the small food plate.

The thick porridge is full of aroma, rich goat milk and boiled japonica rice, with red dates torn into small pieces scattered in the middle; crystal clear shrimp and green beans covered with gorgon juice, green and white intertwined, attracting people's appetite.

Zong Wu lowered his eyes.

Although there are quite a few dishes, the portions are not big. It might be too much for him to eat alone, but it is definitely not enough for two people. What's more, there is only one chopstick and one spoon on the wooden tray.

Zong Wu took the food plate, but did not enter the room immediately.

The young man stood in front of the threshold, without a smile on his face, his upper teeth lightly resting on his lower lip, he opened his mouth and then closed it again.He seemed to want to say something but hesitated to speak. In the end, he just looked at Zong Wu, but he just watched, without any intention of entering the door.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Zong Wu raised his eyes.

Qi Wushen shook his head, then nodded again.

"If Master doesn't like me going in, I'll go to the kitchen to eat."

Zong Wu didn't say anything, he moved his feet lightly, put the tray on the table, went back and forth, and stood in front of the little apprentice.

"If you don't come in, I'll close the door." He pressed his hand on the door, but he didn't make any further movements, as if he was waiting for someone.

There is no meaning of rejection!

The boy pulled out a bright smile: "Come on, Master wait for me!"

Da da da--

The brisk sound of shoes stepping on wooden boards echoed in the corridor, but luckily there was no one else in the inn except them.

Zong Wu leaned out of the door, watching the figure of the young man descending the stairs, his dark pupils seemed to have a slight ripple.

After some time, the boy took the food plate and went upstairs again.

At that time, Zong Wu was holding a wooden spoon, scooping up hot porridge.

The moment he saw the food on Qi Wushenshi's plate, Zong Wu's hand holding the spoon trembled.

The wooden spoon fell into the bowl, splashing some residual liquid, and the young man hurried to shake Master's hand.

"What, Master, is it burning? Where?"

"No." Zong Wu shook his head, silently watching the little apprentice pick up the towel beside the table and gently wipe the back of his hands, unable to tell what he was thinking.

"Master, let's go to find out about the female ghost today, should we go to Cumulus Cloud Temple first? This disciple thinks that the group of peacocks must be on guard at this time. This matter cannot be resolved by us, or should we contact Jiuchongtian first , and then go to Guanzhong to explore.”

"When did you get up?"

"what?"

The young man was a little dazed when he was asked such a question suddenly.

Zong Wu repeated again.

"I asked when you got up." He lightly clasped his knuckles on Qi Wushen's food plate, and said, "You got up early to cook the food."

Although the dishes on the boy's food plate were the same as those in front of Zong Wu, they were quite different.The porridge is much thinner, with green shrimp and green beans, more beans and less shrimp, and even one less boiled egg in the small bowl.

It’s not that Zong Wu has never eaten the food at the inn yesterday, it was so greasy that he couldn’t swallow it after a few mouthfuls, and it’s not at the same level as the delicate and refreshing food now.

"Master found out." The young man smiled without hiding it, and said, "Get up early and go to the market to buy some vegetables, and borrow the kitchen."

It's an understatement in words, but the time now is only a few minutes.

Zong Wu opened his mouth, and stopped when he had something to say, but finally swallowed it.

Some images flashed before my eyes.

In the past, when the two were still in Cangwuxuan, the little apprentice would take advantage of the morning to pour him a cup of tea and put it on the table; he would trim the weeds in front of his house; Time to report to him.

At that time they were just masters and apprentices.

The little apprentice treats him with respect.

What now?

What is this kind of relationship that goes far beyond the boundary between master and apprentice?

Zong Wu only knew that it was a word that could not exist in his world.

There were too many shrimps on the dish, Zong Wu lowered his eyes and quietly put them on the little apprentice's plate.

The back of the shrimp is opened, and the shrimp line is cleaned up.

He seemed to have seen, in the early morning light, the little apprentice sitting on the pony tie in the back kitchen carefully removing the shrimp thread, his hands were reddened by the ice from which the shrimp was preserved.

Zong Wu put down his chopsticks and picked them up again.

He sandwiched a shrimp wrapped in gravy and put it between his lips and teeth. It was soft and sweet to the touch, and it was soft and smooth in the mouth.

This time, he seemed to have tasted a strange taste that had never appeared in his life.

The author says:

Longer tomorrow, I swear!

7月快乐！感谢在2022-06-2915：51：58-2022-06-3019：12：27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 24 bottles of romance reading number; 20131 bottles of squatting in the corner to watch the fun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!