These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

He is his master, the one who leads him to the path of swordsmanship.

How could I forget?

It seems that a long time has passed. The day when he failed to ascend, the picture of eternal separation between heaven and man was a little blurry, but at this moment, it came to mind.

"Master..."

"Awful face."

Lu Qingyan couldn't see Master's face, but could only hear his ethereal voice.

The sound is like the tide, overturning from all directions.

"Qingyan, can you still hold on?"

asked the voice.

Lu Qingyan opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything, only the nothingness in front of her.

She shook her head in pain.

"The disciple still wants to persevere...but..."

"If you want to persevere, then persevere."

"But I can't hold on anymore...It hurts so much...I've never felt such pain before, I'm going to die...Master, I'm going to die."

She is a little self-absorbed.

Perhaps it was under this voice that sounded like her own father that she showed her inhuman weakness.

Essentially, she was vulnerable as a little girl.

"I want to give up..."

"I don't want to exercise anymore..."

"I don't want to go to the God Realm..."

Countless complaints seemed to be telling her the hard work along the way.

"Very hard...Master, I am very hard...really very hard..."

She couldn't even feel her own tears, and what she said seemed out of her control.

But the distant voice came as expected.

"It's hard work. Living people do have to work harder, but I hope this is the best wealth left to you as a master. You will become a good master, and you have to go on this road. Give up here, those Are you going to throw it away?"

Lu Qingya was speechless.

The old and vicissitudes of the voice slowly said, "Too many things in life are embarrassing. Some people are hard enough to live, and cultivating immortals is also difficult. You have gone through so many difficult things in life. How about this time? ?”

"But this time..."

"This time your apprentice is by your side."

Lu Qingyan closed her eyes.

"I'm not a good master... I can't compare to you, Master, even... I need my apprentice to help me in my affairs. I feel sorry for him, I'm sorry for him, and I don't want to waste his efforts halfway, but, but I real……"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Said the old voice, in a void.

Lu Qingyan finally saw the light.

The appearance of a familiar figure almost made Lu Qingyan burst into tears instantly.

His figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes with a soft light, walking over step by step.

Squatting down in front of Lu Qingyan.

He smiled, his face was as kind and kind as before.

He said with a smile.

"Qingyan, what you like will become your strength, what you worry about will become your goal, and the more important thing you have to promise Master."

Lu Qingyan looked at him nonchalantly.

"Master, you said..."

The old man sighed.

"You have to help me go to places I have never been to as a teacher. Facts have proved that the path of being a teacher is wrong, and the path entrusted to you is even more wrong. Then you have to blaze a path that belongs to you. As a teacher, I want to see, what kind of scenery is that..."

Look into the eyes of the old man.

Lu Qingyan took a deep breath, then nodded vigorously.

"I... will definitely go there."

"it is good."

The old man nodded, then stood up.

"I'll take a good look at it. Now... keep going. Only when you are green can people see that Xiaoyuan Peak is not weak. Xiaoyuan Peak is still alive."

"I will live...will live..."

Lu Qingyan muttered to herself.

Her body began to feel the warm breath flowing.

It's not just my own perception that returns, but also the pain.

But she gritted her teeth and didn't cry out.

The bubbles were floating up, the waves were rolling, and she floated out of the sea amidst the ups and downs.

His eyes returned to the room, everything in front of him just now was like an illusion of nothingness.

There was nothing, the figure was gone, the voice was gone.

Only the pain accompanied her, and the generous and warm chest behind her.

His words appeared in his ears.

"Master, eat another one."

This time Lu Qingyan raised her aching and tired arm, poured out a pill again, and stuffed it between her lips and teeth.

You don't need the assistance of any water flow, just eat it directly.

Then the pain came again and again.

"what……!"

Lu Qingyan couldn't help but let out a low voice.

But she stubbornly resisted the urge to escape, and the pain that almost destroyed her continued.

Sweat covered her naked body.

Wei Tu heard the voice.

"Can you hold on?"

Lu Qingyan's eyes were almost scarlet, she stared at the front, the wall with nothing.

"Yes... you can continue."

"I can't stop, so, Master endure."

"it is good."

This time, even Wei Tu was sweating.

His whole body seemed to be drenched in sweat, and an obvious air current visible to the naked eye diffused and evaporated in the air.

Constantly on the two of them, their heads lifted into the sky.

The room became hot.

Hair sticks to cheek.

Wei Tu felt that his breath was draining violently, and he knew... the most critical part was coming.

So he let go of his hand suddenly.

Then leaned back slightly, and pushed Lu Qingyan's obvious spine with one palm.

this moment.

"boom……!"

There is even a voice!

Lu Qingyan suddenly felt that the sword-shaped bone in her body shattered instantly.

Like being broken, divided into countless segments.

Her pain reached its peak at this moment.

She was so painful that she was almost stiff, and she couldn't even make a sound.

She widened her glasses and unconsciously parted her red lips.

But in the next moment.

The breath in the body began to bond to the sword bone.

Inch by inch, a thread of bonding seems to reshape it.

stitching.

They change into a different shape and then return to their original position.

Wei Tu took a deep breath.

"Master, try to adjust your breath."

"..."

Lu Qingyan couldn't speak, but tried her best to mobilize her breath and put all her strength into it.

Then the sword bone began to shine, and the light flickered in the body.

Gradually merging with Wei Tu's breath, they became harder.

But it is not as sharp as before, and it seems to fit a little better, without such an obvious abrupt feeling.

The sword energy that was used to rushing in his body disappeared, docile.

Wei Tu launched another palm.

"boom."

Lu Qingyan's brain seemed to hear the sound of a bell.

The sword bone in the body hummed.

roar.

Then slowly stop.

"All right."

When Wei Tu said these words.

Lu Qingyan finally couldn't control herself, her body turned backwards, and she collapsed limply.

Collapsed in Wei Tu's arms.

Sweat covered her cheeks, and she looked weakly at the boy whose head was also drenched in sweat.

An extremely weak smile appeared in front of her.

"Tu'er, is Master powerful?"

Wei Tu smiled, and reached out to take the porcelain bottle in her hand.

Then feed her the last one.

"Master is of course the most powerful."

"That's good, um...that's good..."