The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 301 Not working hard enough

In addition to the neck and collarbone, there is also a circle of red marks around the wrists.

Those were the bruises left by Tang Yixien's struggle.

Tang Yixin's skin was too delicate, so these marks were even more obvious.

Tang Yixien noticed Jin Xiaoxiao's gaze and subconsciously hid the wound on his wrist.

Jin Xiaoxiao felt a bloody taste rushing into his throat, and he quickly suppressed it.

He treated his master like a treasure and was afraid of scaring him no matter what he did, but now it was like this.

His eyes were full of heartache.

But if Sheng Qingye hadn't found his master, his master might have died because of the furnace cauldron attack.

Thinking this way, he felt better.

"Master, let me help you apply the ointment." Jin Xiaoxiao said softly.

Tang Yixien felt his face getting hot, his eyes drooped and his lips pursed.

He vaguely knew that Jin Xiaoxiao liked him, and he was worried that Jin Xiaoxiao would feel bad.

But seeing that Jin Xiaoxiao's expression was still calm, he finally felt relieved.

Jin Xiaoxiao took out the ointment and gently touched the crimson mark with her fingertips. Tang Yixien trembled noticeably.

His heart suddenly tightened.

Jin Xiaoxiao knew that he shouldn't face these things, as it was too cruel to himself, but he was worried about others taking care of his master.

Sheng Qingye knew nothing, and he was worried about Xuan Yuran, his junior brother.

No matter how tortured and painful it is, he can endure it.

Tang Yixin only felt a cool sensation on the area where the ointment was applied, and the tingling pain was much better.

"This ointment is only for applying on the body. There is another kind that I don't have, and Bi Lingfeng doesn't have it either. I'll go prepare it." Jin Xiaoxiao said implicitly after finally applying the ointment.

"No need..." Tang Yixien's ears turned red.

"Disciple has ordered people to prepare hot water. Master needs to take a bath with the hot water first." Jin Xiaoxiao instructed softly. He was indeed the one with the most theoretical knowledge.

"Okay." Tang Yixien replied.

A long moment of silence...

"Master, please take a bath first. I will go get the ointment." Jin Xiaoxiao felt really uncomfortable, and the smell of blood was suppressed in her heart.

Then he stood up and was about to go out, but then he seemed to remember something and turned back and said:

"Master, please stop running around."

Before Tang Yixien could say anything, Jin Xiaoxiao went out.

Tang Yixien covered his waist and let out a sigh helplessly, which meant that he still had no freedom.

Jin Xiaoxiao walked out of the room, quickly walked out of the yard, and returned to her room.

After closing the door, he turned around and leaned against it, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A cultivator's mood will be like this when he is hit, and vomiting blood is also to relieve the pain, otherwise he will be hurt by his own fluctuating spiritual power.

Especially soul cultivators like Jin Xiaoxiao are extremely sensitive.

He straightened his back, slowly walked to the table, took out a pot of wine and poured it into his mouth.

He was rarely so messy, and the numbness and warmth of the wine made Jin Xiaoxiao calm down a little.

He felt sorry for what his master had gone through, but he was also helpless.

He believed Sheng Qingye's words, and he could see that his master's furnace cauldron constitution had indeed flared up at that time.

Sheng Qingye had no choice but to do that at the time. Even if his master resisted, he had to save his master's life.

But his heart was still aching and he couldn't breathe. He lay on the table, and there seemed to be a flash of light and moisture in the corners of his eyes.

He didn't know whether he was sad because Sheng Qingye had found a master, or because he felt sorry for Sheng Qingye who knew nothing and hurt him.

There was a charcoal fire burning in Tang Yixin's inner room. The orchid on the table had been replaced, and the light white orchid exuded a faint fragrance.

The shower area is near the window, and Tang Yixin is soaking in the mist at this moment.

In the hot water, his waist pain was relieved, as well as that unspeakable feeling.

He thought of Sheng Qingye that night, who had been calling him "Master" intermittently in his ear for several hours.

His ears turned red when he thought about it, and his heart suddenly became turbulent and confused.

This was the thing he least wanted to face, and he couldn't help but scoop up some water and splash it on his face.

In the end, the wolf cub succeeded, and he shook his head helplessly.

At this time, the sound of the door opening was heard, and a voice of "Master" was heard.

This voice made Tang Yixien tremble all over. He had heard it too many times during their lovemaking.

It was that bastard Sheng Qingye. Anger suddenly rose in Tang Yixin's eyes, and his hands submerged in the water clenched into fists.

He must deal with this wolf cub.

But Sheng Qingye came in with his face full of wounds. His bold and handsome face was covered with red and purple scars, which looked very scary.

It was the first time that Tang Yixin saw Sheng Qingye being beaten like this. It was common practice for cultivators not to hit each other in the face.

"Master, I brought some food and hot water." After saying that, Sheng Qingye put the hot water bucket aside.

"Get out!" Tang Yixien said in a cold voice.

He didn't want to see Sheng Qingye, because seeing him would remind him of that night.

"Disciple will help Master wipe his back."

Sheng Qingye's eyes were as flattering and obedient as a little wolfdog, sharp and gentle, as if he had done something wrong.

He knew he had lost control and had to be more ruthless.

"No need." Tang Yixien dodged backwards, immersed himself in the misty water and said coldly.

Sheng Qingye picked up the bucket and slowly poured hot water into the bathtub from the side. The warm water gradually became hot again, and Tang Yixin felt a warmth.

Hot water is the best way to relieve his injuries.

Sheng Qingye half-knelt beside the bathtub, picked up the wooden spoon beside it, scooped up hot water, and gently poured it on the back of Tang Yixin's neck.

Tang Yixien was too lazy to curse, he knew that even if he cursed, he wouldn't be able to get his way.

He was taking a bath after all. Although the steam was so thick that he couldn't see anything clearly, he still tried his best to submerge his body in the water.

"Master, why are you shy? You and I are... practicing dual cultivation." Sheng Qingye said in a cheerful tone with a hint of pride.

Sheng Qingye was so happy to see his master that he couldn't sleep even after being beaten like this.

Last night I tossed and turned thinking about it and couldn't sleep at all.

"Shut up!" Tang Yixien wanted to beat someone up again.

Sheng Qingye pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

Tang Yixian's eyes fell on the curling water vapor in front of him, and he said in a low and cold voice,

"Just pretend nothing happened. It's all due to my furnace-cauldron constitution."

Sheng Qingye's throat choked slightly, and he said in a sad tone:

"Master, are you going to abandon me after having sex with me?"

"Just take it as it is." Tang Yixien couldn't care less. If Sheng Qingye continued to torment him, he would be dead.

His waist still hurts now.

The sound of rustling chains came to his ears, and Tang Yixin felt that the air around him had turned cold.

His chin was lifted by Sheng Qingye, and Sheng Qingye's eyes were filled with a paranoid and sad smile in the mist, and he whispered:

"Master, I'm not working hard enough on the bed, am I?"

Tang Yixien was so angry that he was fuming.

I just feel a headache. Who taught him to say these words?

He turned his face away and shook off Sheng Qingye's hand. At this moment, Xuan Yuran's clear voice rang out from outside the door:

"Master, disciple can come in now. The soup is ready."