The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 36
Song Jing looked at her silently for a while, then soaked himself in the water for a while, until the smell of blood on his body was no longer so strong, then he silently got up and used a drying formula for himself.

Fu Wan was still lying in the hot spring with his eyes closed, a glowing flower fell on his eyelashes.

"Master...won't you go back and rest?" he said.

Fu Wan said: "I'll go back later, it's very comfortable here, I want to breathe here for a while."

She originally thought that he would leave soon, but the young man sat down on the edge of the stone beside the hot spring and said silently: "That disciple will stay here with Master."

Fu Wan felt that it didn't matter if he was there or not, "Okay."

But since he's here, it's not good for her to ignore him completely, so Fu Wan said, "What have you been doing recently?"

"Just broke the formation of the bamboo forest." Song Jing said.

She didn't know that he escaped death in that formation, or did she think he should have come out of that formation long ago?
Song Jing's eyes dimmed.

Fu Wan said: "That's it, no wonder you smell like blood."

Song Jing pursed his lips, and said a little shyly, "Master, don't you like the smell of blood?"

Who would like the smell of blood but monsters?

Fu Wan said: "No, you come here."

She suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look at him.

Song Jing panicked, his body almost froze, and then he walked towards her slowly.

Fu Wan raised his hand and pulled away his collar. Sure enough, his body was covered with scars, new and old, with knife wounds, sword wounds, frostbite and bruises, one layer after another.Song Jing hurriedly wanted to grab the neckline, but was pulled by Fu Wan, and his body suddenly staggered back.

Fu Wan grabbed his waist subconsciously, but brought his whole body into her arms, and their skins were pressed against each other through the thin cloth.

Song Jing hurriedly averted his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Fu Wan asked, brushing his fingers over the wound on his chest, and the wound immediately began to heal.

Song Jing's body was trembling slightly, his long eyelashes covered his dark eyes, and he said in a low voice, "This disciple's body is full of scars."

"What's the matter?" Fu Wan asked, she seemed to be gentle, but also calmly said: "These are just superficial appearances, whether they look good or not, what's the matter?"

"It turns out that Master thinks so." He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

It seems to be hoping that she will not dislike her, but also expecting her to take pity on her.

But she was too calm.

It seemed that nothing could arouse her emotions, and nothing could shake the ripples in her heart.

"If you don't like it, I can help you get rid of it." Fu Wan said sincerely, after all, not everyone can face up to their own scars and shortcomings.

Song Jing's dark eyes gradually filled with some kind of joyful emotion. He looked at her, and suddenly reached out to hug her waist, and put his head in the hollow of her neck, "Master, I don't like these ugly things. scar."

The two formed a lingering pose in the water.

Hearing his hurt tone, Fu Wan couldn't help softening his voice, "I'll help you get rid of them. However, these scars are not ugly, Master thinks they are not ugly. You are also fine."

She didn't notice that the corner of the little villain's mouth curled into a weird and distorted smile, as if he was happy or sad.

Fu Wan rubbed his head, stretched out his hand to untie his shirt, there were scars all over his body, Fu Wan raised his hand to erase all the scars on his upper body.

After finishing all this, she realized that she just put her hand against his skin and touched his upper body all the way.

Song Jing's ears were already extremely red.

Fu Wan recited a few words of Qingxin Jue in his heart, then took a few steps away calmly, "Let's go, let's all go back and rest."

"Okay." His eyelashes trembled, and the hand she held trembled uncontrollably.

Fu Wan didn't notice this detail, and took Song Jing to Wuchu Hall.

"Okay, go back to sleep." Fu Wan said.

Song Jing stood quietly in front of her, the moon was shining brightly in the sky, the flowers of Chaoyu tree beeped and their stamens were beeping, and the faint fragrance floated in the air.

"Master..."

Hearing his voice, Fu Wan turned around and looked at him, but fell into his arms all at once.Song Jing put his arms around her waist and said sullenly: "Master, I will work hard to practice and never let Master get hurt for me again."

First she traveled for half a month in the extremely cold place for him, and then she was frequently injured in the secret place of Jingshan. She was so kind to him.

What should he do to be worthy of the master.

"What is this? Cultivation of immortality is against the sky. Only by continuing to advance through countless setbacks can one ascend to immortality." Fu Wan explained.

Sword cultivator, what he cultivates is to move forward bravely!

Although there are almost no people who can hurt Song Wu, but she has been practicing all the way, and getting hurt is actually a very common thing.

"Master must fly to become a fairy?"

Fu Wan thought for a while, "It doesn't matter, just do what you want."

Song Jing's dark eyes shone with a strange brilliance, "I want to stay by Master's side all the time."

"You are my disciple, so naturally you can always stay by my side." After all, the original owner died to save the common people before he could ascend to immortality, so he must have been by Song Jing's side all the time.

Song Jing opened his mouth, hesitating to say some words.

Fu Wan said: "However, if the teacher is no longer here, you should live well."

After finishing speaking, she added, "You must live."

She was just an important part of his life, but definitely not all of it.

"Master, why would you say that?" Song Jing said.

Master is gone?Just an idea, he felt unimaginable.But looking at Mr. Qingshuang, who was calm and peaceful, who seemed to be easy-going and tolerant towards everything, he had a strong emotion in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it.

Fu Wan rubbed his head, bent his eyebrows and smiled, "I made a fortune telling myself that I probably won't be able to ascend to immortality. You are quiet and withdrawn. We have never been in touch, Master may be the only one who can get close to you. If Master is gone and you feel lonely, try to make friends with them."

She could feel that the little villain was absorbing warmth and some bright and warm power from her.

If she was gone, he would be very lost and lonely.

"No, I will never let Master..." He hugged Fu Wan tightly, trembling all over.

"What will inevitably happen, we can only accept." Fu Wan said slowly.

"No." He looked down at Fu Wan, his expression changed a few times, the emotions in his eyes surged, and finally he said dumbly: "I...I...I like Master, and I don't want Master to leave me."

Fu Wan: "..."

...sorry she's still in a bit of shock.

Maybe because he didn't know how to face Fu Wan, he closed his eyes, and his ears were red all the way to his cheeks and the corners of his eyes.

"The liking you said is the kind of liking for elders, right?" Fu Wan was shocked, but not so shocked.

Song Jing didn't speak.

Fu Wan stretched out a hand, and decided to pull his arm away from her, and the other party slowly said: "Disciple... I am pleased with Master, and I will work hard to practice, and I want to be, I want to be, Master's Taoist companion."

Fu Wan: "...Wait, am I dreaming?"

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