Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 99 I’m just a child

"Yes, Master." Ye Xiaobei turned into a gust of wind and in less than a few minutes he came to the bed with a full bucket of water.

"What are you still standing there for? Get out." Ye Beixuan roared.

Then he ordered, "Go get another bucket of water and wait outside."

Ye Xiaobei felt aggrieved. "I'm just a kid! I just want to learn how to save people."

With a wave of his hand, the door creaked shut.

Looking at Li Xianglian, whose body temperature kept rising, Ye Beixuan frowned and said to himself, "I have a body that is immune to all evil. This fire shouldn't hurt me. Let's give it a try."

To be on the safe side, he held Li Xianglian's hand with one hand and placed the other hand in the bucket.

After completing the preparations, he began to practice his Qi, and his True Energy began to penetrate her body, and he began to identify the evil fire.

"The power-absorbing technique."

A suction force suddenly appeared in his palm, and the suction technique was activated, and the evil fire was sucked out continuously.

After the evil fire entered his body, it was like a drop in the ocean, unable to hurt him at all.

He was secretly delighted in his heart, thinking that my pure Yang constitution was indeed overbearing, and even such a overbearing evil fire could not hurt me.

He absorbed the evil fire on one side, and used his internal energy to expel it on the other side. Although it couldn't hurt himself, it was useless. If it wasn't expelled, it might become a disaster.

The evil fire transferred from the other hand to the bucket. The water temperature began to rise continuously, and steam continued to emerge until the bucket actually rolled over.

Li Xianglian's body temperature gradually dropped like the receding tide, her red cheeks began to return to normal, and her breathing became steady.

The evil fire in her body was almost completely sucked out, and the water in the bucket was almost evaporated.

Looking at the empty bucket, Ye Beixuan wiped the sweat off his face and called out, "Ye Xiaobei!"

Before he could finish his words, he heard a knock on the door, "Master, I'm here."

With a clang, Ye Beixuan waved his hand and the bolt opened. Ye Xiaobei pushed the door open with water in the blink of an eye and put down the bucket. Unfortunately, the rescue process was over.

"Hmm?" Ye Beixuan snorted lightly, and Ye Xiaobei understood what he meant. He immediately ran out of the door with the empty bucket, and then closed the door slowly and sensibly.

At the moment when the door was about to close, he smiled, and his heart was filled with emotion and confusion. The master and this beautiful sister must be doing the same thing as his father and mother.

Ye Beixuan had no idea that this seemingly dull little boy had actually already labeled them as his father and mother's servants in his mind, because he had once accidentally seen his father wiping his mother's body.

Seeing the door closed, Ye Beixuan took out a face towel, wet it, and began to wipe the black charcoal on her face, which was caused by the burnt clothes.

Could she be practicing dual swords? Ye Beixuan was immediately puzzled. Who was she practicing with? According to Zhang Kun, practicing swordsmanship requires close family and close friends. Could it be that she already had a husband? Well, saving her once was just a way to repay her kindness!
Looking at her body, her clothes were burnt into tatters, many parts of her body were about to be exposed. Just like the last time he saved someone else, Ye Beixuan tore off her burnt clothes bit by bit with the demeanor of a gentleman.

I changed her into men's clothes, which seemed a bit too big for her. Just as I was done, I heard a sudden noise outside.

"No, you can't go in, my master." A muffled groan was heard.

Ye Beixuan frowned, stood up and opened the door, only to see a large group of disciples wearing Tianji Pavilion uniforms coming here aggressively.

Although they were wearing the uniforms of the Tianji Pavilion, they were more gorgeous than those of the disciples outside, and the star patterns were more complicated and mysterious.

Ye Xiaobei was sitting on the ground, holding his chest in pain.

"What's going on?" Ye Beixuan asked with a frown.

Ye Xiaobei knew that this group of people were not simple, and was afraid that they would cause trouble for his master, so he shook his head and said, "Master, I'm fine. I just accidentally fell."

Ye Beixuan looked at the faint footprints on his chest and said sternly, "You must remember that anyone who dares to attack you must be fought back. If you don't have the spirit to resist, don't call me Master."

"Tell me, who hit you?" Ye Xiaobei hadn't replied when one of the disciples, dressed in gorgeous attire, said arrogantly, "I'm an inner sect disciple, Zhao Qiang, from the Pavilion Master's family. How dare this brat stop us from finding my junior sister? What do you think his punishment should be?"

It was really the wicked who complained first. Ye Beixuan's face was cold and he said in a somewhat stern tone: "Today, I will give you your first lesson. Watch carefully."

"Come here, sword." The wooden sword on Ye Xiaobei's waist suddenly flew into his hand. Ye Beixuan's figure flashed, and there was a clang of sword.

"Ah!" The disciple's ankle began to bleed. He suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground, his hands unconsciously covering his ankle.

"My foot, my foot, how dare you cut my tendons." His tendons were cut, and he had to go back to find someone for treatment. He had to lie down for a while.

"What are you still standing there for? Hit me." Zhao Qiang shouted angrily. Usually, he relied on his relationship with the Pavilion Master's family. Although his cultivation was not high, he was arrogant and domineering in the inner sect and no one dared to provoke him.

Upon seeing this, the other disciples all drew their swords, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Although this group of inner disciples also practiced Qi, Ye Beixuan felt that he could defeat them in seconds with just one encounter. It seemed that his Qi practice was different from theirs.

"Stop." An angry shout immediately attracted everyone's attention. A figure was seen walking slowly towards them. He was tall and slender, wearing a Taoist robe, with an immortal look. His whole body exuded oppression, and his every move was filled with the power of the stars.

Behind him were a group of masters, including Zhang Kun and Li Zhe, as well as Chen Qianru who looked anxious. It was obvious that these were all high-level officials of Tianji Pavilion.

So strong, this was Ye Beixuan’s first reaction. If a fight broke out, he would probably have no choice but to run away, or even not have enough time to do so.

"Pavilion Master, I pay my respects to you." Many disciples knelt down and bowed, only Ye Beixuan and Ye Xiaobei remained standing.

"What's the commotion?" Zhao Yunhai frowned slightly at Ye Beixuan, who refused to greet him. "Who are you?"

Ye Beixuan was about to answer when Zhang Kun behind him quickly stepped forward and whispered in Zhao Yunhai's ear.

He first looked confused, then frowned, and then looked shocked, and even the look in his eyes when he looked at Ye Beixuan changed slightly.

After listening to Zhang Kun's narration, Zhao Yunhai looked at the inner disciples and asked, "What exactly is going on?"

"Yes Yes."

"Say," Zhao Yunhai said angrily.

"It was this little beggar who actually stopped us from looking for Junior Sister Li. Senior Brother Zhao Qiang kicked him in desperation." One of the disciples hurriedly explained.

Snapped.
A slap landed squarely on Zhao Qiang's face, and his cheek swelled up instantly. The other inner disciples were terrified. The sect leader actually hit Brother Zhao for a little beggar from the outer sect.

"Get out!" A group of people hurriedly supported Zhao Qiang and left.

Ye Beixuan had been watching coldly. He knew that he couldn't say too much at this time, otherwise the performance would easily fail.

"We disciples just didn't know the rules, please forgive us." Zhao Yunhai carefully looked up and down at the master that Zhang Kun mentioned, and felt a little uncertain in his heart, but at his level, he naturally knew that some people return to their original nature. The more ordinary they look, the more terrifying they are.

Then he asked softly, "Just now, my niece failed in her sword practice. Sir, did you notice her?"

In fact, everyone knows that the person is inside, and they are just being polite on the surface.

Ye Beixuan said calmly, "Inside."

"Thank you..."

After saying that, everyone rushed into the house.

"Xianglian." Chen Qianru regarded Li Xianglian as the hope of Shennv Peak and treasured her very much. Now that she was injured, how could she not feel heartbroken?
She walked quickly to the window and immediately reached out to feel the patient's pulse.

"Huh?" Chen Qianru asked in confusion, and suddenly a strange look appeared on her face.

Zhao Yunhai, who was standing next to him, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

(End of this chapter)