Chapter 42
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The spring water covered a large part of the scenery. On the sparkling waves, among the scattered seaweed, there was an unusually white and thin shoulder.
It was like a pile of snow on a distant peak.
He hesitated for a moment, then finally walked over and carefully held the pile of snow.
Perhaps because he had just soaked in the hot spring, the youth's palm was extremely hot, making Ye Yunlan's eyelashes tremble slightly.
The youth's hot hand stopped on his shoulder for a while, then he began to rub his shoulder a little too hard.
But it was just enough to relieve the soreness of his shoulder.
He frowned, then slowly relaxed. Finally, he sighed softly.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why so many people in the cultivation world wanted to take in disciples.
Perhaps it was not only to pass on their mantle.
It was also to have a close friend by their side.
After taking in disciples, he had read many books about the ancient people talking about the Dao of Teachers and made many comments, but there were still many things he did not understand.
The books said that a teacher should have a loving heart, and a teacher for a day is a father for life.
But since he was born, he had never been doted on by his parents. Later, he did not marry and have children like ordinary people, so he did not understand the concept of "father".
Until he felt distressed for Shen Shu's injury and past, and was happy and joyful for Shen Shu's progress.
… Until now, when Shen Shu was rubbing his shoulder.
He thought that the so-called master and disciple should have such a close relationship.
Mist filled the air.
At this moment, the two of them were very close. He could faintly hear the youth's heavy breathing because he was rubbing his shoulder.
He relaxed his body and pillowed on Shi Yan, saying, "… Since we are free now, let me tell you about the problems in your swordsmanship."
Shen Shu, "Shizun, please … I will listen."
Ye Yunlan took out the twenty-seven mistakes in Shen Shu's swordsmanship and explained in detail.
Perhaps because he was tired and relaxed, his voice was not as cold as before, but soft and slightly hoarse, like a rolling cloud wrapping around Shen Shu.
Shen Shu listened quietly, but his eyes were firmly fixed on a drop of sweat on the other side of the temple.
He watched the drop of sweat flow down the other side's cheek, leaving a wet mark, and across the other side's pale chin, falling into the pool.
Ripples spread out.
At the same time, the shadow hidden under the hot spring moved.
The deep darkness spread out like a tide. One of them wriggled over like a snake and hooked onto his ankle, intimately rubbing against it.
Shen Shu's hand, which was rubbing his shoulder, froze.
— Oh no.
Even though he had already controlled his thoughts in time and allowed the shadow to quickly leave the other party's ankle, Ye Yunlan's voice had already abruptly stopped.
The slippery feeling on her ankle was clearly familiar, as if the memories of her past life had cracked open. In a trance, that person's evil and low voice would immediately ring in her ears.
"Immortal elder, you're being naughty again."
"Master," Shen Shu suddenly raised his voice and interrupted his thoughts, "Just now, under the water, there seems to be … seems to be a snake —!"
The youth stopped rubbing his shoulder. His thin body leaned on Shen Shu's back, trembling slightly, "What should I do, I'm so scared … Master."
Ye Yunlan remembered that Shen Shu had said that when he was refined into a demonic puppet, his hands and feet were broken, and his stomach was cut open and put into a snake cave to be bitten by snakes. Ye Yunlan immediately knew why Shen Shu was so scared. He turned around and hugged the youth into his arms.
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