Daily life under the hands of mad critics

Chapter 7 The Seven Disciples
Next, Xiao Jingyi did not show any obvious resistance, and sat there quietly.

After Su He cleaned up the gravel on his face, he also dealt with the bloodstains on the hands of the eldest apprentice.

There were no major wounds on Xiao Jingyi's back, only minor scratches that she did not need to deal with.

He put down the elixir for treating trauma and scars, and instructed the silent young man: "For the teacher, go see your juniors, you need to clean up the rest of the wounds on your body, you know. This is the medicine for treating trauma and scars. , remember to use it."

After she left, Xiao Jingyi looked at the radiant medicine bottle on the table, picked up the jade bottle with her sharp-boned hand and turned it around in her hand, and then threw it to the corner with a cold gaze.

The second apprentice is here.

A soft couch was placed against the wall under the shade of the trees outside the courtyard.

Zhou Xuanming sat on the soft couch, shirtless, with his robe down to his waist, holding a bottle of medicine, twisting his body with difficulty, and pouring medicine on his back.

Because I couldn't reach my back, I used almost two-thirds of the medicine in my hand to use one-third.

The teenager looks thin on weekdays, but there should be a lot of muscles under his clothes, and the two mermaid lines stretch down faintly and hide under the girdle.

Su He didn't expect to come here. What he saw was such a scene. He quickly covered his eyes and turned away, his ears were slightly burning, and he was so embarrassed.

Although she looked at several apprentices as if she looked at children, but after all, they are young people, and there are differences between men and women. This time is inappropriate.

Su He thought that it might be better to leave the medicine and leave.

Not far away, Zhou Xuanming's ears moved, he sensed the movement, and when he turned his head, he saw a slender figure standing far away with his back turned to him, his hands still raised as if covering his eyes.

is her?

The boy looked at his naked upper body and suddenly understood something.

After understanding it, he felt a little bit surprised. This polite and shy look was really not like her style. He glanced at the figure.

Today, she was wearing a plain long dress with a waist, and her silky black hair fell behind her.When the tail of the hair swayed, a waist was exposed, and it looked extremely slender, making people want to destroy and play.

Zhou Xuanming suddenly felt a little itchy at the top of his heart. He twisted the jade bottle in his hand, and said in a strange way: "Is it Shizun? I can't reach the wound on my back. Can Shizun help me?"

After saying that, I immediately regretted it.

What's the matter with him, it was really easy for two days to forget the character of that person, and he actually said such a thing.

And Su He, who was about to leave, was stopped by the second apprentice's question, and suddenly felt even more embarrassed.

She suppressed the slightest emotion in her heart and made her voice sound the same as before: "This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate, why don't you ask your brothers and sisters to help you with medicine."

Zhou Xuanming raised his eyes and was surprised that the other party didn't hit the snake on the pole.

And when he heard the subtle shyness in her voice, the boy suddenly felt that it was quite... interesting.

ashamed?How could he still be ashamed of the master who wrote the lecher on his face?

He was playful, and there was an evil smile on the corner of his lips, but his voice sounded like a harmless little pitiful.

"They are all seriously injured, how dare the disciple trouble the brothers and sisters."

"If it's inconvenient for Shizun... forget it, I'll be fine with these injuries for half a month."

See what this says.

With this pitiful tone, Su He, who had never experienced the baptism of the modern social network explosion, suddenly softened his heart.

She also said that she wanted to be a good master, but the apprentice was injured and died of pity, and she didn't want to help the apprentice heal.

How can this be considered a good teacher.

Thinking about it, Su He's face was even and steady, and he turned around slowly, as if she would not be embarrassed.

"Forget it, it's because of the lack of thought for the teacher. You sit down, and the teacher will take care of your wounds for you."

Zhou Xuanming looked at the woman with a calm face, but her ears were flushed with gas, and suddenly felt even more amused.

The boy unconsciously twisted the jade bottle in his hand.

His... um... Master Beast, is not that bold at all, why didn't he see it before.

He watched Su He go into his house with great interest, and when the woman turned around with the basin, her face changed to a harmless and pitiful look for a second.

A person who cultivates self-cultivation heals much faster than mortals, and a person with high cultivation can even heal himself in a few days.

But if the wound is stained with gravel and dust, it must be cleaned out, otherwise it will grow together with the flesh.

So Su He didn't need to do anything special, just copy the one used in the eldest apprentice to the second apprentice.

"Pick up your hair to cover the back injury." Su He pulled out a clean handkerchief and stood behind the boy.

The second apprentice had more wounds on his back. It should have been swept across the ground by the python monster with its back down, and the wounds were all sticky sand.

Thinking of the scene where the young man did not clean up and sprayed the medicine directly, he began to instruct: "The next time you spray the medicine, remember to clean up the gravel of the wound."

The touch on his back is more sensitive, and the cool fingertips scratched his back from time to time, feeling itchy.

"Is Shizun also treating the wounds of the senior brother and the third junior brother like this?" Zhou Xuanming asked sideways.

Su He hummed lightly: "Jing Yi has no injuries on his back, just yours."

Speaking of this, Su He thought of the scorched python monster. Among the three, only Zhou Xuanming was the root of fire spirit.

"You burned the python monster to death?"

"Yeah." Zhou Xuanming had nothing to hide from the answer he knew immediately.

The damage to the second apprentice's meridians seems to have been backlashed by some kind of instant surge in cultivation.

This kind of technique has always been considered a forbidden technique in the world of self-cultivation, and it should not be practiced by decent disciples.

But she's not that old-fashioned, and this kind of thing can save lives sometimes, and it can't hurt at all.

"I don't object that you can use some forbidden techniques, but this kind of thing has a great effect on the body, so don't use it anymore, do you know?"

"Like this time, I could have been called a teacher in the past, but I have to fight it myself, is it interesting?"

Zhou Xuanming didn't explain too much, but he didn't understand it.

"Why is Shizun not angry?"

Su He laughed: "What's so angry about this, there is only one thing to be angry with as a teacher, that is, you don't cherish your own lives, and you don't know how to find a teacher if you have something."

The young man couldn't help but feel strange when he heard this.

Showing such concern, is it true or false?

Thinking like this, Zhou Xuanming suddenly stood up and turned around, the young man leaned over, his clear and handsome face enlarged in front of Su He's eyes, and a pair of deep pupils looked at her seriously.

"Why does Shizun care about us so much?"

The boy suddenly approached to ask a question, Su He raised his head subconsciously, his eyes met the boy's dark eyes, and he said the answer without any doubt: "You are for master and apprentice, so naturally you care."

Zhou Xuanming didn't believe it: "Is it just like this? Isn't it because Master wants to have a deeper connection with his disciple? For example..."

"Huh?" Su He wondered.

Like what?
Could it be that Ertu'er already felt that she wanted to be a kind teacher?
Capturing the moment of doubt in the eyes of the person in front of him, he suddenly smiled.

"It's nothing, I thought the master was so good to me because he wanted to be... relatives with his disciples."

(End of this chapter)