no thoughts [cultivation]

Meng Yi sat quietly for a while, and when Lingrui gradually settled down, he slowly pulled his sleeve out of her hand.

Covering the corners of the quilt for Lingrui with light hands, removing the magic weapon that shielded her consciousness, Meng Yishi walked out of the room in a hurry.

Fairy Wei Luo was in the next room, exhaling while crossing her legs, while using her spiritual sense to spy on the scene in Lingrui's house.Not long after, she discovered that Meng Yi had set up a barrier in Lingrui's room, and she couldn't see through it with her own spiritual sense. Presumably this should be the handiwork of the suzerain.

At this time, the barrier disappeared in a flash, and it was Meng Yi who had finished his medical consultation and walked out.

Sure enough, the barrier disappeared within a short while, and Meng Yi stood outside the door of the room where Fairy Wei Luo was meditating. He closed his eyes and cupped his hands and said, "This junior already has a cure for Lingrui."

Fairy Wei Luo walked out of the room upon hearing the words, looked at Meng Yi with her raised eyes, and noticed that his aura was weaker than when he came here just now.

"Lingrui has been cured?" Wei Luo asked after hiding her thoughts.

"Not yet," Meng Yi replied quietly, "Lingrui has a strange poison in his body, and the poison is overbearing. Even the medicine on the junior's body can't get rid of it at once."

Fairy Willow suddenly understood.

"How many days will it take to cure?"

"It will take six more days."

"Okay, okay." Fairy Wei Luo finally felt relieved, and said to Meng Yi, "I will leave the rest to you. If you need anything, just go to Nawu Pavilion to get it, and say it is my name." If you don’t have what you need in Nawu Pavilion, just come to me or other elders.”

Such remarks are enough to show that Wei Luo attaches great importance to Lingrui's life and safety.

She and the other elders were so attentive. Apart from worrying about the lives of Hong Yanzong's outstanding juniors, they were also worried that if something happened to Lingrui, the suzerain would be furious if he left the customs in the future.

Meng Yi calmly nodded, speaking neither humble nor overbearing: "In that case, the junior will come back tomorrow."

Thinking about Meng Yi's body, Fairy Wei Luo stopped him: "I will send a spirit beast to send you back." After finishing speaking, she stretched out her slender hand, and shot a swift light spot towards the sky, intending to summon her spirit beast Lingluan.

Meng Yi said lightly, "Don't bother the elders, the junior can go home on his own, Liu Yanma is already on his way."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but before he could take a step, he saw an ice-blue light flash in the sky, and the next moment, a figure landed beside Fairy Wei Luo.

It is Suge.

When Fairy Wei Luo saw her beloved disciple, she was taken aback for a moment, then smiled seductively and said, "Disciple, you came just in time, and sent Meng Yi back to Jiuqu Peak safely as a teacher."

Su Ge was indifferent, with a icy aura, he nodded and said: "Yes, Master."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and looked at Meng Yi with frosty eyes.

On this day, it was the first time that Su Ge saw Meng Yi since that incident happened 50 years ago.

Meng Yi was thinner and restrained than he remembered. Although he still had an outstanding appearance, he didn't have the dazzling and scorching edge of the past.He looked indifferent and lazy, his stature was thin, but his demeanor and appearance were even more eye-catching.

Not seen for 50 years, this beautiful person who would chase his figure with admiring and gentle eyes back then has become so indifferent and weak.

At this time, his bright and beautiful eyes glanced at himself lazily, and said lightly: "No need."

The tone is neither close nor distant, and rejects people for thousands of miles.

Su Ge heard the words, but said nothing, nodded goodbye to Fairy Wei Luo, and walked straight to Meng Yi.

Su Ge gradually approached, until he was only half a foot away from him, Meng Yiping's eyes remained calm.Su Ge saw it in his eyes, and felt somewhat depressed for some reason.But he was born with cold and indifferent emotions, and quickly dissipated this stagnation that was extremely unfavorable to his practice.

After Su Ge shook off the thoughts in his mind, without Meng Yi's consent, he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his thin waist, stepped forward and brought him to his magic weapon, and said in a cold tone: "Stand firm."

After speaking, he rose into the sky and flew away.

At this point, Meng Yi simply found a safe leeward position on the back of the sword and stood still, waiting to reach Jiuqu Peak.

His calm and unhurried appearance, as well as the way he regards himself as a beast and a windshield, if a stone falls into the water, there will be slight and continuous ripples in Su Ge's heart.

Sure enough, is it different?

Su Ge has never been a person with a happy face. At this moment, even though he is thinking a lot in his heart, he still has that cold and solemn look on his face.

He looked ahead and asked Meng Yi coldly, "What do you lack?"

Meng Yi heard the words, but did not answer.

His silence this time was not because he was deliberately provoking, but because his body was weak, and the cold wind was blowing on his face when Yujian flew upwards, and his robes fluttered, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Therefore, he didn't want to spend his energy on dispensable people, that would be a bit of a waste.

Su Ge didn't wait for him to speak, and continued: "If you need anything, just come to me."

This kind of compensation, Xuanwen has given a lot in the past 50 years, but Meng Yi does not need it.So until he arrived at Jiuqu Peak, Meng Yi never said a word, and he didn't say thank you before leaving. He lifted his feet and walked towards the top of Jiuqu Peak without any haste.

Since Meng Yi left with Wang Zhenren, Tong Heng stayed under the Jiuqu Peak, motionless like a stone sculpture, waiting for Meng Yi to return.

At this time, looking at Meng Yi from a distance, he immediately came up to meet him. Seeing that Meng Yi's face was paler and more transparent than usual, and the corners of his eyes were weak, he said worriedly: "Sir?"

Meng Yi waved his hand, not wanting to say anything, and walked straight up the mountain.

Seeing this, Tong Heng immediately followed up worriedly.

Su Ge didn't notice Tong Heng, and only glanced at Meng Yi's thin and handsome back, then turned around and left without paying much attention.

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Entering the restriction, Meng Yicai let his eyes and brows show a little fatigue.

Seeing that he was getting weaker and his face lost all color, Tong Heng felt anxious and pity him, supported his body and asked respectfully, "Sir, are you alright?"

Hearing this, Meng Yi closed his eyes and leaned into Tong Heng's arms.

The bare skin on his neck seemed transparent, the last trace of pink on his lips had faded away, and his whole body was as white as snow, with soft black hair randomly scattered on his side.Perhaps because of being too weak, he limply fell into Tong Heng's arms, and there was a little bit of charm when he moved his hands and feet, opened his lips and closed his eyes.

Meng Yi exhaled like blue, and said softly: "Tong Heng, I'm tired."

After speaking, he even breathed a little more slowly, as if falling asleep.

Seeing Meng Yi leaning against his arms in such a mood, Tong Heng's heart skipped a few beats.

But after a while, he cleared the chaotic thoughts in his mind, picked up Meng Yi horizontally, walked all the way to the house, and gently put him on the bed, then took off his coat and shoes with light hands, covered him futon.

Tong Heng stood in front of Meng Yi's bed for a long time, staring at his better sleeping face.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was dark, the stars were scattered, and a dull voice came from the dim room: "Sir, what a dream."

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The next day, Meng Yi woke up.

The bloodletting to save Lingrui the day before made his complexion pale to transparent. Now when he woke up, he felt dizzy and his bones were so weak that he could barely get out of bed.

Meng Yi called softly: "Tong Heng."

After a few breaths, Tong Heng appeared in the room: "Sir."

Meng Yi raised his finger and pointed to the corner: "Help me get the box on top of the cabinet in the corner of the room."

"Okay." Tong Heng immediately turned to get the ancient wooden box Meng Yi had mentioned.

Meng Yi took the box Tong Heng brought over and opened it, only to see more than a dozen jade bottles inside.

Because of his health, most of the pills that monks in the cultivation world can take are useless to him, and if he eats them casually, it may cause a catastrophe, so in the past few years, people have always sent pills that ordinary people can use medicine.

At this time, Meng Yi took out a blood-enriching pill and swallowed it. The bitter taste of the medicine slid down his throat and swallowed into his stomach.

The medicine was good medicine, and it took effect within a short while. There was a faint tinge of blood on his cheeks, and his powerlessness subsided a bit.

Seeing this, Tong Heng turned around and left the room immediately.After a while, he walked in quickly with a bag of honeydew and a cup of warm water—the honeydew is a small fruit unique to the cultivation world. After biting, the fruit is soft and sweet, just right for suppressing the bitter taste on the tip of the tongue.

Tong Heng handed the honey fruit and warm water to Meng Yi's eyes: "Sir, holding the honey fruit can relieve bitterness."

Hearing this, Meng Yi raised his cold eyes and looked at him: "It's troublesome." It's hard for Tong Heng to always take care of him in every possible way.

After finishing speaking, Meng Yi took the honey fruit and put it in his mouth to chew. When the sweetness of the fruit spread on the tip of his tongue, he drank warm water and swallowed it.

The skin of the candied fruit is pink, and the juice is also so clear pink. At this time, Meng Yi bit the skin of the fruit, and the peach juice inside overflowed, sticking to his lower lip which had regained its light pink color.While chewing, the peach-red juice smeared, dyeing Meng Yi's lower lip a beautiful color, and there was still a little juice that was not wiped off, dotted on Meng Yi's thin lips in the shape of water droplets, which made people itch for no reason .

Tong Heng lowered his head rather helplessly.

His throat rolled, and he said without a trace: "Sir, the juice of the honey fruit is on your mouth."

Meng Yiwen slowly raised his eyes and looked at him lazily. This action, coupled with his beautiful face and pink lips, had a sense of seduction in vain.However, when he opened his mouth, his tone was so lazy and indifferent, and the strange contrast added a bit of seductiveness to him.

It makes people want to hold him tightly in their arms, want to lick and suck the color off his lips frantically, want to... possess him completely.

"Where?" Meng Yi asked quietly.

Tong Heng closed his eyes slightly, to suppress the unwanted thoughts in his heart and the infatuated look in his eyes.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were still full of respect and admiration as before: "Sir, I offended you."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, gently and meticulously wiped off the juice on Meng Yi's lower lip.

Meng Yi didn't think too much, and nodded, "I'll change my clothes, you go out first."

Tong Heng stepped back respectfully.

Walking outside the door, he involuntarily twirled the thumb that had just wiped Meng Yi's lips. The slightly hot and soft touch between Mr.'s lips seemed to be still on his fingertips, making Tong Heng's heart tremble.

After a long time, he lowered his head, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his fingertips, his eyes were full of suppressed and restrained love.

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