When Zhao Yun flew to catch Ling Ye Lai's body, he was afraid that something was wrong with Ling Ye Lai. He used his right hand to circulate a wisp of Four Symbols Vital Energy and entered Ling Ye Lai's meridians through her tender waist. He carefully examined her body and healed her injuries. By the time he landed on the ground, he had already confirmed that Ling Ye Lai had only consumed too much energy and that her body was fine. However, he was reluctant to let go of her hand and crazily infused his Four Symbols Vital Energy into Ling Ye Lai as if it was worthless.
This was not the first time Zhao Yun had hugged Ling Ye Lai's weak and boneless body. When he had just become her disciple, at the banquet of the Tianyuan Sect, he and Ling Ye Lai's bodies had once been intimately attached to each other. He had hugged Ling Ye Lai the same way, but the feeling was completely different. At that time, Zhao Yun was only surprised, confused, and instinctively flattered.
But this time, looking at the deathly pale face in his arms, looking at the pair of limpid eyes that were tightly shut like a secluded room, and looking at the eye-catching bloodstains on the corners of her mouth, Zhao Yun had mixed feelings. The only thing he did not feel was the shock from her body. Aside from the inexplicable heartache, a wild feeling that grew like vines had completely isolated him from the outside world.
There was only her in his eyes.
Ling Ye Lai, who was unconscious, was blown by the light breeze. Her thin eyebrows trembled slightly and her fine black hair fluttered wildly. She was no longer the strong woman who had a cold face and quietly hid her thoughts. She was just a woman who needed to be protected.
Zhao Yun's eyes stared straight at her. He felt pity and self-blame, greed and unrestrained greed, honesty and no longer avoided her. At this moment, he finally understood the feelings that were buried deep in his heart.
From the beginning, he had already deeply planted feelings for her.
However, because he had been called master, he had never dared to let his imagination run wild.
However, after witnessing Ling Ye Lai and Ling Ye Lai standing side by side, getting drunk and having a falling-out with Ling Ye Lai and Song Langyun, and the feeling of being stabbed in the heart by a knife during the Myriad Immortals Assembly, how could it be described as a simple 'master-disciple relationship'?
If Ling Ye Lai had not removed her from the Qinglian Sect, if Ling Ye Lai had not closed her eyes due to exhaustion, Zhao Yun would not have been able to jump out of this self-deception, would not have dared to look at her so presumptuously, and would not have been able to understand her heart so clearly.
"I always thought that I loved Sister Miao the most, but that's not the case. It turns out that the woman I love the most is Ling Ye Lai! It turned out that I actually loved her this much. You respect her, annoy her, hate her, miss her, pity her, and love her. "
Zhang Miao had saved Zhao Yun when he was at his darkest and most helpless, and had given him an unforgettable first love. Zhao Yun had always thought that Zhang Miao was the first among all his women.
However, although the first meeting was beautiful, it was not necessarily his most beloved. At most, he had deceived himself and missed the sweetness and bitterness of not being able to obtain her.
As charming as Zhang Miao, as gentle as Hu Qing, as lively as Hu Lan, as charming as Madame Haitang, as infatuated as Luo Yihong, and as refined as Ye Zhi. In fact, they were all the same. They were all women that he loved deeply, but not the most. He could not bear to refuse their deep feelings for him, and he would not let them down.
However, there was only one person that he loved the most.
It was the cold woman in his arms who was only a few years older than him. She called herself 'Deity', 'Master'.
To her, he did not even dare to say that he liked her. Whether it was in the past or now, his deep feelings were finally clear. He was only afraid that he had blasphemed her.
Although that icy face had its moments of warmth, those two curved cold eyebrows also had their moments of playfulness, that immortal body that was sick and suffering also had its moments of weakness, and even that wilfully blooming cherry blossom also had its moments of shyness.
Although he was no longer her disciple, he hoped that she would only treat him as a disciple.
This was enough.
Even so, it was not enough to repay her kindness to him.
In the days that they had not known each other for long, Ling Ye Lai taught him poetry and swordsmanship. In the time that he did not know, Ling Ye Lai looked for medicine for him and caused him to fall ill.
The kindness was as heavy as a mountain, but he did not have the slightest bit of repayment. Even if he missed her deeply, how could he reveal his feelings to her at the moment of his death and add to her troubles?
The Four Symbols True Qi fused with the Innate Yin and Yang Qi, and it had an unimaginable healing effect. Although its healing speed was slow, and it could not be compared to the "Breathing Technique", "Sacred Heart Technique", and "Art of Rejuvenation", its healing effect was like a crane in a flock of chickens, and it cured both the symptoms and the root cause. In addition, the Four Symbols True Qi was fused with the "Ice Heart Technique", and it could be said to be of the same origin as Ling Ye Lai's True Qi, so the healing effect was even more significant.
With Zhao Yun's continuous transmission of True Qi, Ling Ye Lai slowly woke up and opened her tired eyes. She was immediately shocked to find that she was being held by a pair of wrinkled old hands. She quickly struggled and said, "Thank you for saving me, please put me down."
Seeing that her complexion had turned from pale to rosy, Zhao Yun's eyes lit up and she said in surprise, "You're awake! Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere? "
Ling Ye Lai could not help but frown. She did not like this white-haired old man's overly intimate attitude and repeated, "I'm fine. Thank you very much, please put me down. " Her clear and cold gaze swept over. She originally wanted to dissuade this so-called concern, but she was no match for that passionate gaze. Like ice and snow moving towards fire, she instantly melted into a ball of warmth. Her heart suddenly jolted: "This gaze, why is it so familiar, so sincere, and so …??????? Sad? "
Only then did Zhao Yun come to his senses. He hurriedly placed Ling Yelai on the ground and laughed awkwardly to hide the affection in his heart. He apologized, "This old man has been impolite. Lotus Fairy, please don't blame me."
Thousands of heroes were shocked by Ling Ye Lai's sword. Amidst the endless ripples, they saw an old man in his sixties quickly save Ling Ye Lai. They were shocked again, "This old man is so fast! I just thought of saving her, but he had already caught Lotus Fairy. " When they saw that the old man only held onto Ling Ye Lai and did not let her go, everyone couldn't help but be puzzled and silently criticized, "Old man, even if you're transferring your true qi to save her, there's no need to hold onto Lotus Fairy all the time, right? Isn't this clearly taking advantage of other people's difficulties and taking advantage of them for free? You're really bold in your lust, making people laugh coldly. But the Lingyun Temple Master did not say anything, so we don't need to provoke this strong enemy. "
Ling Ye Lai said indifferently, "Senior saved and healed me, how can Ye Lai dare to say anything? I still don't know Senior's name? "She then whispered," Have we met somewhere before? "
Zhao Yun said, "My name is Du Ziteng. I never had the chance to meet Lotus Fairy before. Today, I'm really lucky to be able to see Lotus Fairy's sword. "
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