After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 710
She Zijiang once again hated himself for being weak, if only he could be stronger...

Even though She Zijiang didn't show any expression on his face, the pain and sorrow hidden between his brows still fell into Shen Qingyi's eyes.

Sigh slightly.

Gently hold She Zijiang's palm, put it on his pulse, and the spiritual power in his body moves.

She Zijiang didn't dare to move too much for fear of hurting Shen Qingyi, but when her fingers touched the slender and fair wrist, following the meridians on the wrist, She Zijiang immediately felt a surge of spiritual power.

The pupils can't help but dilate slightly.

Seeing the disbelief in She Zijiang's eyes, Shen Qing opened his mouth.

"Master, I know...but do you understand?"

She Zijiang heard his apprentice's voice, and looked back at Shen Qingyi. When he met his apprentice's eyes, She Zijiang couldn't help but feel sore.

His apprentice...

And... grown up...

And the price of this growth...

She Zijiang closed his eyes.

"The master knows, the master will definitely protect you!"

The surging power that She Zijiang felt was emanating from Shen Qingyi's dantian, but it was still under her control, and She Zijiang felt it.

The energy in the body has been fused from outside the dantian to inside the dantian, no, it's fusion, it's better to say it's hidden!
Although it is in the dantian, it exists independently.

But it made Shen Qingyi absorb it better, like a huge storage room that directly stores energy and provides it to Shen Qingyi directly.

She Zijiang has too many things to ask, but he also knows that the current world of cultivating immortals is on the cusp.

My apprentice has been in a coma for three years, and these three years are not fake.

Those rumors never stopped.

Even though he didn't want his disciples to suffer such criticism again, he wanted his disciples to be safe and successful.

She has resisted enough, the next thing is for them to resist!
"Qingyi... Now that you are awake, it is a good thing. If there is anything you want to do, you can tell the master what you want to eat."

Shen Qing nodded, and gently pillowed on She Zijiang's shoulder.

She Zijiang is no longer as warm and refreshing as before.

There are a lot of stubble growing on the chin, and a lot of white hair has grown out of the once full head of black hair.

It is said that it is not easy for monks in the world of cultivating immortals to have white hair...

Seeing the eyes of his disciple, She Zijiang stretched out his hand and touched his disciple's little head lovingly.

"The master is already hundreds or thousands of years old, how can his hair not be white?"

Shen Qingyi didn't speak, because the time she left was not more than 100 years since she entered the sect.

For many mortals, 100 years is a lifetime, for some monks, especially high-level monks, it is just a blink of an eye and a sigh.

However, in the blink of an eye and sigh, too many changes have taken place in She Zijiang, not only She Zijiang, but also many things and people in this world have undergone too many changes.

Seeing that Shen Qingyi didn't speak, She Zijiang brushed his hair back.

"Master has a pill, but it's just a pill."

Indeed, some elixirs have the effect of beautifying and beautifying the skin, among which elixirs for black hair also exist naturally.

It's just that She Zijiang's white hair is not like that of ordinary people.

It's what he thinks about day and night, and he cultivates madly and burns his own blood to fight.

But She Zijiang would not tell his disciples.

Of course, if Shen Qingyi cared, he would also find a way to turn his hair black.

She Zijiang patted Shen Qingyi's back lightly, as if treating a child.

At first, Shen Qingyi was a little embarrassed, after all, this was what the master did to her when she was a child, but gradually, with She Zijiang's slapping, Shen Qingyi's eyelids drooped more and more, and her eyes became more and more blurred.

Even though she had slept for three years, she still felt a little sleepy just after breaking through.

When the sound of steady breathing came from the ear, She Zijiang's hand patting Shen Qingyi's back gradually slowed down, and then put away.

Gently put Shen Qingyi flat on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

She Zijiang sat quietly by the bed, looking at his apprentice who was already asleep, just like every day in the past three years.

In the evening, Chi Yu came to check on Shen Qingyi as usual, but saw She Zijiang standing beside Shen Qingyi's bed.

"Brother..."

She Zijiang made a silent movement, and Chi Yu opened his mouth.

In fact, she wanted to say that it would be best if the little girl could hear and wake up.

However, no matter how soft Chi Yu's voice came in, Shen Qingyi, as a monk, was still awakened by the noise.

After sleeping all afternoon, Shen Qingyi's spirit was exceptionally good, and he stretched out his hands to rub his eyes.

Shen Qingyi's rustling sound also completely stunned Chi Yu who was holding the medicine bowl.

"Bang! Kacha!"

The bowl fell to the ground with a crisp clicking sound, and the elixir liquid splashed all over the floor.

However, Chi Yu's eyes were fixed on Shen Qingyi who had been lifted up by She Zijiang and half leaned on the bed.

"Qing... Qingyi...!"

Chi Yu's shocked voice sounded, and after recovering, he rushed forward.

He wanted to reach out and touch the little girl, but when he saw her pale face, her hands were raised in mid-air, she didn't know what to do.

"Chi... Uncle Chi Yu..."

Chi Yu took a deep breath and approached slowly.

"how do you feel?"

Shen Qing smiled.

"Very good, still alive."

Chi Yu's heart twitched suddenly, and his eyes felt a little sour.

"Silly girl, it's a good thing to wake up. In the future, it will only get better and better."

Shen Qing smiled, and exchanged a glance with She Zijiang.

She Zijiang pulled Chi Yu up.

"She is still weak, let her have a good rest, and we will come to see you tomorrow."

Shen Qing nodded, and lay quietly on the bed.

Looking at her fragile appearance, Chi Yu couldn't hold back the moisture in his eyes.

That sunny and gentle little girl...

Knowing Chi Yu's mood, She Zijiang pulled Chi Yu out of Shen Qingyi's room.

Going out for a trip is not in vain.

In the short time since she came back, she still heard some rumors.

Three years have passed, but the news came from the fairy world at this time, and it was the news from the small world of fallen angels.

Now that the news came out, although it caused an uproar, the Fallen God Small Realm has long been famous in the Floating World, and countless realms have heard of its reputation.

Now it falls on their heads... If it had been before, they would definitely be very happy, but after all kinds of things happen, some monks will inevitably have some different emotions.

In this way, no one from Fallen God Xiaojie signed up to participate.

If it is placed in other realms, perhaps the entry quota will be overwhelmed.

(End of this chapter)