The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

When Zong Wu woke up, he was in the bedroom in the house.

He was fully dressed and lying on the quilt, and the flamingo stood by the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was resting.

"Cough..." As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and the little apprentice walked in with hot porridge.

"Master." Qi Wushen stopped closing the door, and the porridge bowl in his hand overflowed with some soup.

The sleepy flamingo opened its eyes: "You're back." As soon as the words fell, it paced and walked out the door in a daze, completely ignoring the person who woke up from sleep.

Zong Wu: "..."

The young man watched the flamingo take off, smiled and shook his head, closed the door, and tugged at the red rope behind the door.

Zong Wu looked around, this room was indeed the place where he lived before, but it looked much more empty than before, not the same.

If you look closely, the tables, chairs and benches that were originally placed in the center are all leaning against the wall, and tied with red ropes, as if to fix them.

"Master has been sleeping for three days, are you feeling better today?"

"Three days?"

Qi Wushen paced to the side of the bed, put the porridge bowl on the mahogany stool, and reached out to touch Master's forehead.

Zong Wu didn't know what the young man poked out, he just felt that the little apprentice's hand was scalded by the porridge bowl, and it felt quite comfortable on the skin.

"Disciple feed Master porridge."

Zong Wu smelled the delicious smell of the porridge early in the morning, and his stomach was empty just after he woke up, but he was more concerned about what the little apprentice just said.

"I slept for three days?"

"Well, Master was sleeping when we came back from the mountain that day. At first, Baibai and I thought that the marrow washing pill had worked, but then Master's spiritual power went berserk twice."

Qi Wushen said while scooping up the porridge in his hand, he tried the temperature, it was still a little hot.

Master's spiritual power did go berserk twice, but Qi Wushen didn't tell the whole situation.

Because he didn't want to leave Zong Wu's side, every time his spiritual power went berserk, he would be drawn into a memory.He saw some things about the past of the master, some of them had just arrived at the Nine Heavens, and some of them practiced with the Huasheng Daoist.

The memory is very fragmentary, every time he found out a thing or two, he was pulled out, among which what impressed Qi Wushen the most was a sentence of Huasheng Daoist.

——"You are still young, with a pure mind, suitable for practicing the ruthless way."

Nan Tianzun said before that it was Huasheng Taoist who brought Zong Wu back from the mortal world, but this statement is actually not accurate.

The fragments in his memory told him that the real situation should be: Taoist Hua Sheng selected people from the lower realms to practice the ruthless way, and he happened to choose Zong Wu.

It's no wonder Master is so attached to the Wuqing Dao. Everything he has come into contact with since he came to the Nine Heavens is related to the Wuqing Dao. The Wuqing Dao used to be the whole of his life.

The boy thought so, and stopped his hand stirring the wooden spoon.

The spoon was inserted into the hot porridge, Zong Wu just wanted to say that you don’t need to feed it, I can do it myself, but before he could speak, the boy moved the jade spoon and sent the porridge into his mouth.

Zong Wu: "..."

Qi Wushen bent down and pressed against Zong Wu's lips, the thin lips opened, the white teeth were pried away, and the rice grains with distinct grains were squeezed in with the youthful breath.

All of Zong Wu's senses were seized by the collision of intertwined lips and tongue and rice grains, and at the same time, he had to take care of not spilling the porridge liquid. It took too much time to simply swallow.

Zong Wu's Adam's apple trembled, and with the gurgling sound of swallowing, he was finally able to breathe. The corners of his lips were stained crystal clear and moist by the viscous porridge liquid, and a tinge of red appeared on the roots of his ears.

"Are you feeding porridge, or are you flirting?" He snatched the bowl from the boy's hand and drank it self-consciously.

Qi Wushen took off his shoe and put it on the edge of the bed, leaning his elbow on the raised knee, looking sideways at the master's profile, when he smiled, ripples rippled like a clear spring, his face was rippling with happiness.

Zong Wu lowered his head, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Why are you laughing?"

Of course, Qi Wushen's smile didn't restrain itself, on the contrary, it opened up even more. He put his chin on his palm, leaned closer, and said thoughtfully: "I was thinking, Master would say that flirting and affection are so direct. word."

Zong Wu: "..." He frowned, stopped talking, and drank the porridge silently.

The young man didn't let him go at all: "Does Master like it?"

Zong Wu glanced at him with a blunt eye knife, and said in a muffled voice, "I like the size."

Qi Wushen let out a burst of laughter, like ripples passing across the water, and then quickly converged in the depths of his eyes.

"Is this the effect of Xisui Pill? Is Master angry? You look so cute when you are angry."

One mouthful of you, but I can't hear the slightest respect.

On the contrary, she is full of arrogance and arrogance, and she is still full of arrogance and arrogance.

Zong Wu had just woken up, his body was still not very comfortable, and he was not mentally ready to live in a person at all. He drank the last mouthful of porridge, handed the bowl back, and lay back sickly in the bedding.

Qi Wushen put the porridge bowl aside, fed Zong Wu another sip of water, then tore off his coat, and got into the quilt as well.

He leaned on the bed with his elbows and embraced the master from behind, but he didn't stop talking.

"Master, when can we return to Nine Heavens?"

"Master, since you have given up the ruthless way, let's sleep together from now on."

"Master, you..."

"You are noisy."

Zong Wu talked loudly, but acquiesced in the little apprentice's closeness.

The hands under the quilt kept moving, and the boy's breath surrounded Zong Wu.

After a while, the exploring hand finally stopped moving.

"Master, is this okay?"

"What?" Zong Wu let out a breath when he spoke, and belatedly realized that when he was touched, he had been holding his breath.

"Tu'er asks, will you feel resistance in this way?" While speaking, Zong Wu's body froze as his fingertips brushed his skin, and then he relaxed.

"What silly question?" There was a bit of blame in his tone.

Qi Wushen smiled and said nothing, he knew that what he asked was not a stupid question.In the process of running away with spiritual power, he saw those fragmentary memories, and he also had a better understanding of the way that Master practiced in the past.

Master has a cold personality, and he doesn't want to get in touch with others, partly because of himself and partly because of his cultivation.Things that come from childhood are not so easy to change. If you push too hard, it will make the master feel uncomfortable, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

Anyway, they have a long time to come, and they are not in a hurry.

Qi Wushen didn't move any more, hugged Zong Wu for a while, the person in his arms was subconsciously tense at first, and then slowly relaxed.

"Master, I thought of a word that is very suitable for us." The boy suddenly said, and the hot air tickled Zong Wu's ears.He tensed subconsciously, then relaxed again.

"what?"

"Preaching prostitution in the daytime." The young man coughed.

Zong Wu: "..."

He began to doubt what he had taught himself.

"Did you pretend to be obedient before?" Zong Wu asked sincerely, but the answer he got was only a shy smile from the little apprentice.

After the quarrel, enough chatting about gossip, the two naturally returned to serious topics.

"Master, what path do you want to cultivate in the future?"

Zong Wu pondered for a moment, and uttered a few words between his lips: "Jian Zong's heart method."

"Jian Zong?" The master has a good sword in his hand, but unfortunately the sword is above the Nine Heavens and has not been brought down to the lower realm.

Qi Wushen thought of under the plum tree in Cangwuxuan, Shizun's crimson clothes fluttered in the wind, and the shadow of the sword flashed, like an illusion like electricity, leaving only an afterimage.

"Well, it's very suitable for Master." Qi Wushen nodded and said.

Suddenly he remembered something, got up and rummaged: "By the way, Master, Nan Tianzun brought you snow drink grass before, can you stop drinking it now?"

He took out the handful of Snow Drinking Grass from his pocket, and with a click, the small wooden box with the words Su Daodan written on it fell out.

The boy paused, and hurriedly bent over to pick it up. At this moment, Master's faint voice came from above his head.

"Don't hide, I've seen it a long time ago."

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It wasn't until three days later that the phenomenon of spiritual power runaway completely subsided.

In order to prevent hurting others these days, Zong Wu stayed out of the room most of the time.

When I went out again, I found that the small courtyard was completely new.

"Did you do it?" He looked at the young man beside him, with unconcealed surprise in his tone.

Although the decorative furniture in the house is very charming, after all, it has been abandoned for so long, and the corners are always overgrown with weeds and dilapidated, with a bit of decay.

Now, the yard is full of well-arranged potted plants, colorful flower trees, wisterias hanging down the vine-wood frame, and all kinds of unrecognizable rare and exotic plants, which make people's eyes shine.

Zong Wu remembered that there were no such decorations in the courtyard last night, but he didn't know how the little apprentice collected these things for one night.

"En." Qi Wushen responded, "It was specially arranged for Master, do you like it?"

"I like it." Zong Wu nodded.

Ever since he practiced the Ruthless Dao, his emotions such as joy and happiness have been suppressed. Even if he saw the most magnificent scene in the world, he would only feel that it was nothing more than that.

Zong Wu stretched out his hand to touch the hanging wisteria. The tender leaves in his hand felt like the skin of a newborn. He took a deep breath, and the refreshing aroma made his whole body feel comfortable.

"Master likes it." The young man tilted his head to see Zong Wu's reaction, and felt that his mood was also made much happier.

It was not a whim to collect so many flowers and plants, it was just because he peeped into a memory of Master yesterday.

At that time, in order to let Zong Wu cultivate the ruthless way, the Huasheng Taoist locked him in the snow field for half a year. The same scene, the same exercises every day, repeated over and over again, experiencing the most boring things in the world.

At the beginning, Zong Wu also longed for the colorful world outside, but later all this became a habit.

All above the Nine Heavens are transformation realms, but the decoration of Cangwu Xuan remains unchanged all year round.

Other immortals like to collect rare treasures, magic tools and talismans, but Master doesn't seem to have any hobbies.

In fact, everything has traces to follow, but Qi Wushen didn't understand it in the past.

Now that I understand, I want to bring the best of everything to him, and make up for so many mistakes in the past.

The blooming flowers in his eyes were like brocades, but Zong Wu's brows suddenly frowned.

"What's the matter?" The boy rubbed Zongwu's side face like a big dog. This time Zongwu didn't hide, and accepted the little apprentice's closeness so calmly, even he himself was slightly surprised.

"I have to go anyway." Zong Wu said softly.

The evil spirit of the fetus gradually dissipated, and their days in the mortal world became shorter and shorter. When they left, the house would return to the lonely appearance of no one.

Knowing Zong Wu's worry, Qi Wushen paused and said: "Master, after we leave, I want to give this house to the villagers."

Zong Wu's eyebrows were raised, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he just said, "It's a good choice."

This house also has life, and it is the people who live in it that inject life into it. Rather than standing there alone, it is better to let it glow and glow.

Qi Wushen gently hugged Zong Wu's lower abdomen, and said: "After we go back, let's change the decoration of Cangwu Xuan regularly, okay?"

"Listen to you."

"Does Master like it?" Qi Wushen asked again.

"Didn't you ask me just now?" Zong Wu was a little puzzled.

Qi Wushen bit the master's ear lightly: "Just now I asked if I like decorations, but this time I asked whether Master likes me or not?"

He also said: "It's not the kind of master and apprentice, nor the kind for the younger generation. It's the kind that wants to be close, wants to raise children together, and wants to have skin-to-skin contact even if the poison of love is cured, and wants to have sex and love." Kind of like."

The tone of the speech is very soft, but the movement of embracing is half forced, and there is no escape.

Zong Wu lowered his head, his ears felt a little hot after being bitten.