Song Ren and Yun Heng seemed to be at loggerheads. More accurately, Song Ren disliked Yun Heng. If he did not argue with him every time he met him, he would feel uncomfortable. In the past, Yun Heng was busy making arrangements for the Mystic cultivators and did not come to the back hall often. But ever since he started cultivating, he had no choice but to come. His cultivation level was the highest. Naturally, his cultivation technique was different from others. He could only ask Lonemoon and Yi Qing. He could only go to the back hall again and again. That was why he met Song Ren often.
No matter how good Yun Heng's temper was, he was always angered by Song Ren. And Song Ren seemed to like this irritating activity. Even if Yun Heng did not come sometimes, he would purposely go and find some small trouble from time to time.
For example, from time to time, he would draw a turtle on his Daoist robe, dig a big hole in his path, break the bed frame when he slept, steal toilet paper when he went to the toilet, and so on. These things were not big, but they all made people go crazy. All the disciples in the sect could hear Yun Heng's exasperated roars from time to time.
Song Ren, on the other hand, was enjoying himself. He looked as if he was relieved to see Yun Heng in trouble.
"Speaking of which …" Shen Ying could not help but ask, "How much do you hate lightbulbs?"
"I don't hate them!" Song Ren blinked innocently and said seriously, "Exalted Immortal, don't worry. I'm not such a narrow-minded person."
"Oh." Shen Ying tilted her head and pointed at Yun Heng. "Then can you take the kettle away from his head first?" You've been watering him for so long. He's a lightbulb, not a carrot. What if the electricity leaks?
Yi Qing: "…"
Lonemoon: "…"
Yun Heng who was drenched: "…"
"Alright, Exalted Immortal!" Song Ren put down the kettle in his hand, looking relaxed. Anyway, he had already drenched himself.
Yun Heng wiped the water off his face and conjured a dust-removal spell that he had just learned. Only then did his soaked clothes dry. As if already used to a certain someone's prank, he turned and bowed to Lonemoon. "Thank you for your guidance, Exalted Master. I understand now. I'll take my leave first and focus on my cultivation."
"Mm, go." Lonemoon nodded.
Only then did he quickly leave the rear hall with the turtles painted in all sorts of postures and colors, as if he was afraid that Song Ren would follow him.
Only then did everyone turn to look at a certain ghost …
"I didn't do anything!" Song Ren hid the kettle behind him and turned to look at the sky.
The trio: "…" Do you think we're blind?
It wasn't that they didn't try to stop Song Ren, but he was especially stubborn when it came to dealing with Yun Heng! It was useless no matter what he said. Even if he was put in confinement, he would actually imitate the other disciples and cultivate as a Ghost Immortal. Then, he would come out and continue messing with people. They could only watch helplessly as he turned from a coward into a mischievous one, and a very bear-like one at that.
"You …" Yi Qing glared at him. After a while, he sighed and said, "Forget it!" He did not know if it was because of the influence of Radish's illusory body, but even his personality was leaning towards it. What's more, there must be a reason why he disliked Yun Heng so much. Although it was true that Yun Heng did not know him, they could be related in other ways. There must be a cause and effect. It would not be good for them to interfere too much.
"Exalted Immortal …" Song Ren suddenly thought of something. His eyes shifted and he walked towards Yi Qing awkwardly. He lowered his voice and said, "Do you think … this illusory body of mine is sick?"
Yi Qing paused and glanced at him. "How can an illusory body be sick?" It was an immortal object in the first place, not a mortal body.
"But …" His expression became even more complicated. As if he was worried about something, he tugged at the corner of his clothes and said, "I feel like my body is different from before. This body was given to me by you. Why don't … you examine it for me? "
"Huh?" Yi Qing frowned. Song Ren's soul would produce grievous energy. It would indeed be troublesome for an illusory body to have a problem. So he pointed at Song Ren's brow and retracted his hand after a while. "It's fine."
"How can it be?" Song Ren looked shocked. "That's impossible. Why don't you take another look? "
"It's really fine."
"This …" He became even more anxious. He looked at Lonemoon beside him, as if asking for help. "Why don't we …"
"If Chef says it's fine, then it's definitely fine." Without waiting for him to speak, Lonemoon said directly, "Illusory body is a divine technique. He's more knowledgeable about it than I am."
"But, I really …" Song Ren's expression became even more strange. His face turned pale and he looked like he wanted to say something but stopped.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Lonemoon asked.
Yi Qing also saw that his expression was not right. "Just say it!"
"I …" Song Ren subconsciously glanced at Shen Ying beside him. Something flashed across his face. He coughed and said, "Well, can the two Exalted Immortals … step aside and have a word."
With that said, without waiting for the two of them to react, he directly pulled one person with each hand and walked out in a hurry. Only a certain person who was chewing on a fruit was left.
Shen Ying: "…"
Could it be a little secret between men that she could not hear?
(⊙_⊙)？
"What exactly is it?" Yi Qing frowned and gave a certain mischievous look at a certain mischievous ghost. Master was too far away. What if he was abducted?
"Two Exalted Immortals …" Song Ren's expression became even more anxious. "There's really something wrong with this illusory body of mine. Especially in the past two days, it obviously feels different."
"How is it different?"
Song Ren's face was full of confusion. He then opened his mouth and said, "Replying to Exalted Immortals, in the past two days, my lower body has suddenly felt warm and painful. It's like I want something more! What's the reason? "
"…" Yi Qing was stunned. Suddenly, he thought of something and his whole body stiffened.
"What's the matter, Chef?" Lonemoon asked subconsciously. "Is his condition very serious?"
"… No." The corner of Yi Qing's mouth twitched. After a while, he said, "His illusory body … is made of Radish's dandelion."
Dandelion …?
Radish's!
(⊙_⊙)
Lonemoon, who understood immediately, also stiffened. Instantly, two pairs of eyes swept over a certain unspeakable part of Song Ren.
"…"
A century long silence …
"What … what's the matter?" Song Ren suddenly felt a little cold in his lower body. He subconsciously covered it. Thinking that he could not hide his illness for fear of treatment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you diagnose it without seeing it for yourself? Why don't I let you take a look? "They were all men anyway. With that said, he pulled on the top of his pants and was about to pull it down.
"Stop!"
The two of them reached out at the same time and pressed his hand down.
"We're not that close!" Don't learn from Radish on this!
"Then what should we do?"
"Don't worry, it's fine!" Yi Qing's expression became even more strange. "Your illusory body … has always been like this. It's very normal. You'll get used to it!"
"That's right, that's right!" Lonemoon nodded vigorously. "This is a normal phenomenon."
"But …"
"No buts! We'll just pull it out after a few days. "
"Yes, maybe we can even refine pills for the disciples to eat."
Song Ren: "…"
Pull it out? Refine pills? Eat!!!
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