The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

The veil is dirty.

All that was left in the room was trembling breaths.

The night is thick, and above the yard, the bright moon hangs high.When the knock on the door died down, there was no other sound in the courtyard.

Standing at the door, Ling Yugeng didn't hear the answer coming from the room for a long time. He raised his hand, flexed his fingers, and before he landed on the door, he heard a chaotic sound, mixed with an indistinct muffled hum.

The hand that was about to knock on the door turned, and then stuck to the door, and suddenly pushed the door open.

The room was dark, the moonlight slanted down from the door, the man's shadow elongated on the ground, and the bright moonlight fell on him, making him look like a spotless fairy, making him more illusory.

In contrast, there is a young man in a mess in the room.

Inside the door, the stool fell to the ground, the maroon tablecloth was torn off, the teapot rolled aside, and the ground was in a mess. Not far from the table, Chu Shun turned his back to the door, curled up and remained motionless.

"Chu Shun?"

Chu Shun panted, a drop of sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead, and he snorted, "Don't...don't come here..."

His voice sounded very wrong.

Ling Yugeng closed the door with his backhand, raised his foot and walked over there.

The white robe came into Chu Shun's sight in the dim light. Ling Yugeng supported Chu Shun's shoulders and made him sit up. Chu Shun's clothes were messy, and there was a cloud of red on his fair and beautiful face. His lips were slightly parted, Lostly leaning on Ling Yugeng.

Ling Yugeng took his wrist and wanted to check his spiritual veins, but when he pulled out his hand, he brought out a handkerchief and dropped it on the ground. The limp person's body tensed up for a moment, and he reached out to pick up the handkerchief. The other hand picked it up first.

The handkerchief is silky smooth and feels very comfortable.

Ling Yugeng remembered that he had used this handkerchief during the day, and there were some wet marks on it, and Ling Yugeng rubbed it with his fingertips.

"Master——" Seeing his movements, Chu Shun lost his voice for a moment, his fingertips contracted together shyly, lowered his head to the other side, and his black hair fell to the side of his face.

Ling Yugeng also realized what it was and stopped.

He hesitated and asked, "Are you alright?"

Chu Shun: "..."

He remained silent as if he couldn't bear the blow.

The atmosphere of silence spread, and Ling Yugeng realized that he came at the wrong time, whether he came early or late, just in time for the middle time.

Ling Yugeng didn't know what to do with this handkerchief, "... Let's rest early."

At the same time, Chu Shun's voice overlapped with his, "No."

Chu Shun held his wrist through a handkerchief, and no longer covered it up covertly. He turned his head and saw the little mole on the man's neck. He lowered his eyes, "Since Master is here, please help me." Bar."

Ling Yugeng: "..."

He pursed his lower lip, "You take the veil..."

Chu Shun: "Master?"

"That's it."

A faint sigh sounded in the room.

This handkerchief, Ling Yugeng only took it casually because Chu Shun was afraid of dirtying other places.

Chu Shun's breath landed on Ling Yugeng's earlobe, it was hot and moist, he grabbed Ling Yugeng's wrist, he didn't know whether to stop him or push him to do something, but he put his hands on his wrist feebly .

Chu Shun bent his legs and leaned against Ling Yugeng's arms, his robe was loosely hanging on his body. Ling Yugeng lowered his eyes and saw that his clothes were open and his black hair fell on his bony collarbone. After a while, he raised his hand to replace him. He gathered the skirt of his shirt.

Chu Shun wanted to pull again, but Ling Yugeng grabbed his hand.

He hummed, "Hot..."

Ling Yugeng said in a low voice, "If you sweat, you will catch a cold."

Even if the man was doing this kind of thing, he never crossed that line. Chu Shun half-closed his eyes, breathed out, and saw the veins on the back of Ling Yugeng's hand pulsating. His fingertips touched it, covering him. on the back of the hand.

"Master..."

"Ah."

"From now on, my disciple... will my disciple always be like this..." He seemed to be unable to speak further.

Ling Yugeng understood what he wanted to say, "No."

"But in the past few days, every day and night, my disciple's body has been burned..." Chu Shun took a breath, "Master, this disciple has been like this, what should I do?"

Ling Yugeng was silent, and said: "When you go back, if you still haven't recovered, then go to Elder Meng's place to have a look."

"Disciple... I don't want others to know about this kind of thing..." Chu Shun leaned his head on Ling Yugeng's shoulder.

Ling Yugeng could smell the strong musk on his body.

The dark, quiet and airtight environment, the panting in his ear, and the person in his arms made his heart feel like it was running too fast, and it became hot.

"Okay, don't say it."

Half an hour later, the door of Chu Shun's room opened, Ling Yugeng came out from inside, closed the door, and this time he returned to the room without bumping into anyone else.

The copper basin filled with clear well water was placed on the table, and his bony hands were immersed in the water, the reflection on the water surface was faint.

Ling Yugeng rubbed his fingers one by one, his fingertips turned red, he took a dry handkerchief beside him and wiped his fingers dry.

It's really bad, at that time, I still want to play tricks on him.

Since Chu Shun had suffered such a thing in his previous life, how could he not know that the aftereffect of the strange fragrance lasted for seven days, and he still said those words to him to pretend to be pitiful tonight.

The disturbed pool of spring water in my heart couldn't calm down, and everything was quiet. Ling Yugeng didn't meditate tonight, but sat at the table, looking for some words of "a father's love is like a mountain" to meditate.

The next day, the Zongmen competition was still in progress. Yesterday Chu Shun won one game, so he had to continue to draw opponents. He competed twice and won two games. Looking at the other disciples, Chu Hui met A physical trainer gave up after analyzing that he couldn't beat the match on the second day. Bian Miao was good at tricks, so he didn't have much interest in these competitions. After two matches, he ended up leaving. Only Chu Shun and Jiang Chaoyun were still on the field. .

When it was Jiang Chaoyun's turn to compete, Chu Shun stood behind Ling Yugeng with his sword in his arms. Many eyes turned to them today, but few came up to chat.

Chu Shun watched Ling Yugeng talking to the female cultivator at the side, they were talking about boring things, Chu Shun looked towards the ring with a blank expression.

"Chu Shun." Ling Yugeng called him.

Chu Shun looked away, "Yes, Master."

"Go and change a pot of spiritual tea for me." Ling Yugeng said.

"Okay." Chu Shun picked up the teapot on the table, "There's still—"

"cold."

Chu Shun paused: "Okay, Master, wait a moment."

The man wanted to push him away.

He took two steps, and glanced sideways at the masked nun sitting next to him.

He took the teapot and left. It would have been fine for others to do these things, but Chu Shun would do them after Ling Yugeng gave orders.

"Master Rong." Ling Yugeng looked sideways at the head of the Qing Huan Sect beside him.

Head Rong: "Sect Master Ling has a good apprentice."

"The head is joking." Ling Yugeng said, "About yesterday's love robbery, I still want to chat with the head. I don't know if the head has time."

"Sect Master Ling, but it doesn't matter."

There are a lot of people here, so Ling Yugeng used voice transmission, "Master Rong said, it is difficult for my little apprentice to cultivate ruthlessness, I wonder if you can give me some pointers?"

"Just say it casually, the suzerain can listen to it." She said, "but the suzerain is an interesting person."

"how do I say this?"

"The suzerain should know that my Qing Huan sect is the best at calculating, but I can't see through the suzerain's face." She said, "but..."

"You and your little apprentice's fate are closely related."

She didn't get to the bottom of her words, she just went to the end, and it was closely related to this point. Ling Yugeng was not too surprised, what he wanted to ask was another question.

Ling Yugeng asked bluntly: "Is his love affair related to me?"

The timing of the appearance of that veil is too ambiguous.

Master Rong said that it takes careful calculations to figure out one or two, and anyone who sees the secret will do himself some harm.

"Master." The young man in Xuanyi came back with a pot of hot tea, poured a cup of tea for Ling Yugeng, and placed it in front of him. When he retracted his hand, Ling Yugeng grabbed his wrist.

"What's going on here?" Ling Yugeng looked at the red spot on the back of his hand.

Chu Shun let him pull, "I accidentally got burned."

Ling Yugeng looked at his face, looked directly into his eyes, and couldn't help dodging when he saw those black and clear pupils, knowing that he was telling the truth.

The skin on the back of his hand was red, he looked pitiful, and it was inconvenient for him to do anything in public.

He let go of Chu Shun, and took out a bottle of medicine from the storage bag, "Rub some medicine yourself."

"it is good."

The young man obediently took the porcelain bottle from his hand with lowered eyes, and his fingertips brushed Ling Yugeng's palm, intentionally or not, with an itchy feeling, which reminded Ling Yugeng of the fact that his hands were not clean.

The sun was overcast and the surroundings were bustling. Ling Yugeng took a sip of his teacup, and there was a loud noise, a competition platform collapsed, and an object flew towards us suddenly. Ling Yugeng threw a cup of tea, colliding with the object in the air , fell to the ground.

Ling Yugeng's fingertips trembled slightly, and he felt the stagnation of the spiritual power when it was running. If the black energy was absorbed too much, the spiritual veins would inevitably be affected.

He tasted a little rust in his mouth.

Someone over there came to apologize, saying that the enchantment of the competition platform was broken.

Ling Yugeng rolled his Adam's apple, got up, said in a low voice that he was tired, and went back to rest.

Just as Chu Shun was about to follow him, he heard him whispering in his ear: "Stay here and watch your little senior brother."

The faint smell of blood dissipated in the air.

Chu Shun curled his hands hanging down his legs: "...Yes."

At the end of the day's competition, Jiang Chaoyun was inexperienced and refused to use Gu, so he was still defeated. Now only Chu Shun, the hope of the whole sect, remained in the Acacia Sect.

That night, half an hour before midnight, Ling Yugeng arrived at the door of Chu Shun's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one answered, he pushed the door open and entered, it was pitch black, and nothing seemed to have happened in the room Son.

It's so late, where can he go.

Thinking about what happened last night and during the day, Ling Yugeng went out, used a tracking talisman, and passed by Jiang Chaoyun's room, where the candlelight leaked through the cracks in the window, and he could still hear the three senior brothers playing around inside.

Kunlun became quiet at night, and disciples were not allowed to wander around. Ling Yugeng avoided the crowds and made it all the way to the edge of the barrier of the Ten Thousand Demons' Cave. Not far from the Tens of Thousand Demons' Cave, the tracking talisman spontaneously ignited.

Ling Yugeng got down from the sword and looked for Chu Shun's figure carefully. He felt the fluctuation of spiritual power, and he went over.

There was a rustling sound from the bushes, Ling Yugeng held his breath, climbed up the trunk, and squatted on the tree. Not long after, a figure staggered out, ragged, disheveled, panting heavily, holding a sword in his hand, step by step. go back.

Ling Yugeng recognized this figure and the sword in his hand - Chu Beishao.

He watched the figure go away, disappear, get down the tree, and walk in the direction he came from just now.

Chu Shun came here in the middle of the night, not because he missed the feeling of falling from here in his previous life.

This time, Ling Yugeng saw Chu Shun's figure after not walking far this time. He got out from the bushes, and the figure turned around, and the wind blew up Chu Shun's long hair tied behind his head.

"Master." He called softly.

Ling Yugeng: "What are you doing here?"

Chu Shun was quiet for a moment, then said, "I see someone."

"Who?"

Chu Shun avoided answering, "What is Master doing here?"

"Looking for you."

Thinking of Chu Beishao who left here just now, Ling Yugeng didn't press on.

Chu Shun walked over from there and came to Ling Yugeng, "Go back, it's too cold here."

……

child time.

A muffled groan sounded in the dimly lit room, the door slammed and shook twice, Chu Shun put his arm on the door, and Ling Yugeng arrived behind him.

On the way back, Chu Shun had already had a seizure, and he couldn't bear it any longer as soon as he entered the door. His breathing was disordered and he turned his head, his gaze lingered on Ling Yugeng's side face. .

Ling Yugeng's jaw was bitten.

He paused, then felt the place where he was bitten was lightly licked, and let him go. Ling Yugeng turned his head and met Chu Shun's blurred eyes, as if he had lost his sanity.

His pause seemed to make Chu Shun a little dissatisfied, and he wanted to bite him even harder, but Ling Yugeng clasped his chin with the other hand resting on the door.

"Well……"

"Hush." ​​Ling Yugeng whispered in his ear, "Hush."

"Master..." Chu Shun called out loudly, like a magic voice echoing repeatedly in Ling Yugeng's ears.

His lips were tight, and there was no extra expression on his face.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked outside the door.

Not far away, there was a sound of door opening.

"It's time to go to rest, even if there is no competition tomorrow, I still have to watch the younger brother play." Bian Miao's voice came with a little charm, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

"Well." Chu Hui said, "It shouldn't be too indulgent."

Jiang Chaoyun muttered, "You just want to go back and fix your broken stove."

Chu Shun rested his forehead on his arm, gasped lowly, and covered his lips with a hand, covering his mouth, until he leaned back against Ling Yugeng.

All the scorching breath sprayed on Ling Yugeng's palm, he felt a burst of wetness in his palm, and he could also feel Chu Shun's violent heartbeat, both of them seemed to be in the same rhythm.

The people outside were still talking, Ling Yugeng didn't move, Chu Shun moved and bumped into Xiao 67.

"Speaking of which, wouldn't it be good if we didn't bring Chu Shun with us?" Jiang Chaoyun asked.

Bian Miao: "No way, he's not here, how can we play?"

At first, Ling Yugeng thought that Chu Shun was unintentional, so he adjusted, but after a while, he ran into him again.Ling Yugeng was covering the hot lotus, the lotus had turned from black to red, it was hot to the touch.In the quiet room, only the heartbeats of the two were left.

The people outside chatted for a while, and finally dispersed. Ling Yugeng let go of Chu Shun's mouth. Chu Shun held the door, tilted his head and coughed a few times. Ling Yugeng simply put up a sound-proof barrier.

"Don't move," he said.

Chu Shun: "Master, what are you afraid of?"

"You want everyone to know what we're doing in here?"

I don't know whether Chu Shun is sure that he will not let others find out what's going on in the room, or whether he thinks it doesn't matter if he is found out.

Now that I think about it carefully, Chu Shun often doesn't care about many things and likes to do whatever he wants, but this is covered up in front of him, and he is obedient and well-behaved.

Chu Shun: "I don't want to."

"Then be good—"

"What did we do? Master."

"..." Asked knowingly, but in his bones he was not obedient at all.

Chu Shun's pupils tightened, and his hand resting on the door suddenly clenched into a fist.

"Where did you touch?" the man asked in a deep and cold voice.

Chu Shun: "Master..."

Ling Yugeng: "Are you bullying me?"

Play tricks on him again.

Before, yesterday, and tonight, she teased him over and over again.

With the sound-proof barrier set up, he no longer covered Chu Shun's mouth.

For a long time, Chu Shun sat on the ground leaning against the door, his face still flushed, his hair falling on his shoulders, and he looked up at Ling Yugeng. This posture was a little bad. Ling Yugeng bent down and picked him up. Chu Shun climbed up with both hands. Balanced on his shoulders.

Tonight, he had some emotions and bullied people. After a while, seeing people in such a mess, he felt pitiful again. He put Chu Shun beside the bed, and when he turned to leave, Chu Shun got up again and dragged him. Ling Yugeng's sleeve.

"Master, wipe your hands."

"……Um."

Chu Shun came to the table, poured a cup of tea, covered the mouth of the cup with his palms down, and a tiny Gu worm fell into the cup, "Master, I have nothing to entertain you, let's have a cup of spiritual tea."

Ling Yugeng wiped his hands, raised his eyes, and took the cup of tea casually. He couldn't see clearly in the dim light, so he put the cup to his lips and took a sip.

"Master, don't you need me to help you?"

"You and I, master and apprentice, are really helpless this time." Ling Yugeng said, "The Hehuan Sect doesn't use disciples as furnaces."

He put the handkerchief and the teacup on the table together, "Rest early."

The door opened and closed again.

Chu Shun lowered his eyes to look at the teacup, reached out and held it in his hand for a while, put it to his lips, and took a sip.

If you don't need disciples, who do you want to use?

He knew that he didn't mean it that way, but he would still make that assumption. In the future, Ling Yugeng would be tempted by a certain person, maybe it was a female cultivator, or it might be "Stove", and this specialness would no longer be true. belongs to him.

Ling Yugeng wanted to be a master and apprentice, so he would be a master and apprentice, as long as he could be with him all the time, that would be fine.

Too much tonight.

In the realm of void, Ling Yugeng opened his eyes, and as expected, he saw the heart demon not far away, sitting cross-legged with a sword in his hand, looking at his direction with empty eyes, Ling Yugeng looked at his face that was getting closer to Chu Shun, and looked at him. for a long time.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on that face.

"What is Master looking at?"

Ling Yugeng came back to his senses and closed his eyes.

"Chu Shun" walked up to him as before, squatted down, stared at his face for a long time, put his knees on the ground, and poked his head over.

The long hair fell on Ling Yugeng's lap. Ling Yugeng didn't feel threatened, so he didn't open his eyes. The next moment, his heart was stuck to a head.

"Master, your heartbeat is really noisy." He said.

Ling Yugeng opened his eyes: "Shut up."

"Chu Shun" raised his head, this angle looks very similar to Chu Shun in the daytime, he said with a smile, "Is it right that you don't want to hear it?"

"If your heart doesn't beat, you're dead."

"When Master closed his eyes, what was he thinking?"

"...a lot of talking." A demon in his heart, how can there be so many questions.

He stretched out his hand to push "Chu Shun"'s face, and the tip of his index finger accidentally sank into his lips. fingertip.

There was a smile on his lips, but he didn't speak yet.

Suddenly turned upside down, and was pressed by the man on the ground of the mirror, the finger bitten between his lips and teeth pulled out, pinching his cheek, and his lips were covered by another thing.

A soft, warm, and savage kiss was firmly pressed against his lips. The man pinched his face, lifted his chin, and bit his lip.

Just like not long ago, Chu Shun bit Ling Yugeng's jaw.

"Chu Shun" snorted, as if he was bitten, and called "Master".

The barbaric behavior stopped, Ling Yugeng pressed his lips, breathed a few times in disorder, and the kiss that Chu Shun stuck to him in the cave a few days ago clearly appeared in his mind.

"Chu Shun" raised his hand to hook his neck, Ling Yugeng raised his hand to take off his hand, and left "Chu Shun", but after a while, he slowly calmed down and sat there cross-legged.

Not long after, his legs sank, and "Chu Shun"'s head rested on his lap like last time. Ling Yugeng's eyelashes trembled twice, but they did not open.

In the early morning of the second day, the green leaves were covered with morning dew, and there was a layer of white mist in the mountains. Ling Yugeng opened the door, and saw Chu Shun practicing sword in the courtyard. taught.

The sword pointed to Ling Yugeng in the corridor, Chu Shun paused, then put away the sword, "Master, get up."

"En." Ling Yugeng looked straight at him.

After a while, Chu Shun touched his face, "I'm...what's wrong?"

"No, did you rest well last night?"

Chu Shun gave a slightly warm "hmm", avoided Ling Yugeng's gaze, scratched his face, "Where's Master?"

Before Ling Yugeng could answer, a faint voice came from another part of the corridor, "Ah...he got up earlier than me, my little brother is really hardworking."

Seeing Ling Yugeng across from her, she called "Master" again, Ling Yugeng said "um", turned and left without staying in the corridor any longer.

Chu Shun hesitated for a moment, put away his sword and followed.

"Master, would you like something to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"I can do it."

"Follow you as a teacher."

"..."

Bian Miao looked at the two people who disappeared in the corridor, yawned and went to get water to tidy up today's makeup.

In today's competition, Chu Shun drew a Buddhist disciple, and the four members of the Hehuan Sect gathered around the competition platform. Ling Yugeng did not sit on it this time to watch the battle, but watched with his disciples.

The three disciples beside you were talking about where to play, Ling Yugeng looked at the stage.

Chu Shun and the Buddhist disciple did not compete in martial arts. After discussing with each other, they decided to fight. They each sat at one end, cross-legged.

Ling Yugeng thought there was nothing wrong with Chu Shun's hand, but halfway through, he frowned.

Chu Shun lost the wind.

An hour later, the competition between the two was over.

In this competition, Chu Shun lost.

If he insists on winning another round, even if he loses, he can still play in the rematch, but if he loses at this point, he is a loser, and he will not be able to participate in the subsequent games, and he will not be able to advance to the third round.

Others were regretting that Chu Shun lost here, but they also felt it was natural.

That Buddhist cultivator is a well-known monk among the young disciples in this class, and he is better than the other party, so it is surprising that he won.

"Master." Chu Shun came down from the stage, his face turned pale.

Ling Yugeng's face has returned to calm, "It's okay, just go back, let Elder Meng show you...to see."

Chu Shun lowered his head and said "hmm".

The Hehuan Sect was wiped out, so Ling Yugeng planned to take them away first, bid farewell to the head of Kunlun, and a group of people boarded the spaceship. That night, it happened to coincide with the folk Qixi Festival. When the spaceship ascended, several people stood on the deck.

Ling Yugeng looked at the bright lights below, and suddenly remembered that during those three years, he and Chu Shun once traveled to a village, and it was like this on Qixi Festival. The folk customs there were open, and a bonfire party was held at night, and beautiful girls held hands and danced , he and Chu Shun sat by the side, ate and drank a lot of wine, and when they finally got a little drunk, they sat on the haystack, shoulder to shoulder, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

This memory, which he thought was irrelevant, popped up suddenly at this moment.

At that time, Chu Shun seemed to have said something.

"Master."

Ling Yugeng turned his head and passed a glass of wine in front of him.He took it.

"Senior sister went to the town to buy a lot of fine wine this afternoon, Master, please taste it quickly, don't waste it." Chu Shun smiled and stood beside him, looking down.

The night scene below has become increasingly blurred.

Ling Yugeng tilted his head to look at his side face, and the moon in the distance showed half of it behind the clouds, and the vague memory became clear.

At that time, Chu Shun asked him: "Does Master like this world?"

He said "I like it". There are many interesting things in the world. He said that he wanted to take Chu Shun to see it together.

Later Chu Shun said something, but he closed his eyes and lay down on the haystack, the wind blew past his ears, so comfortable that he relaxed his nerves, and then Chu Shun also lay on it with him.

The wind on the boat is warm, and the face is very comfortable.

Ling Yugeng drank the wine in one gulp, "Chu Shun."

Chu Shun: "Huh?"

"Do you like this world now?" He asked.

Chu Shun laughed, and there were stars in his phoenix eyes, and he said, "Yes."

With you, it's okay.

The time of the sixth day.

There was a precedent, Ling Yugeng set up an enchantment around Chu Shun's room, the boat was stable, but there was still a sense of weightlessness, Ling Yugeng looked at Chu Shun's face the whole time today, Chu Shun felt his gaze, and would often look away, They looked at Ling Yugeng again with the end of their flushed eyes, they collided with each other, and looked away as if they had been scalded.

The shy and timid look is particularly endearing.

Ling Yugeng seems to be a little different today.

Chu Shun felt the change in the man, but couldn't confirm it.

He keeps looking at his face.

He is watching him.

This knowledge is enough to make Chu Shun's blood boil.

After the end of the day, he leaned against the head of the bed, unable to recover for a long time.

Ling Yugeng washed his hands, took a look at him, and arranged his clothes for him. When he went out from Chu Shun's room, he met Jiang Chaoyun who was wandering at night. He retreated and closed the door.

Chu Shun had just tidied up his clothes, but there was still emotion on his face, his eyes were all seductive, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

Before Ling Yugeng could speak, there was a knock on the door.

"Chu Shun, Chu Shun, are you asleep?" Jiang Chaoyun asked.

The young man knocked on the door persistently, and the door opened again, and Chu Shun let Jiang Chaoyun in.

Sitting on the bed, Ling Yugeng looked at the two blurred figures over there through the bed curtain, and began to think about why he had become so...like having an affair.

Jiang Chaoyun came to Chu Shun because of his precious Gu worm again. As long as the two talked outside, Ling Yugeng sat in the bed curtain for a long time. After Jiang Chaoyun left, Ling Yugeng came out from inside.

After he left, only Chu Shun was left in the room.

Chu Shun sat by the bed, lay on his side, and smelled the faint fragrance of the man.

The window was half open, and the moonlight poured in from the window. This time Ling Yugeng did not share a room with Chu Shun, and he sat cross-legged on the couch and meditated.

In the void, he opened his eyes. A man in a black and red robe stood not far away and looked at him, and he also looked at him. After a cup of tea, the man moved and walked to his side, cross-legged Sit down in front of him.

"I've seen you a lot in this place recently." There was a sweet smile on his lips, "Have you been thinking about me?"

"No."

"Liar."

Ling Yugeng looked at him with half-closed eyes, his indifferent face remained unchanged, he leaned closer to Ling Yugeng, the tip of his nose touched Ling Yugeng, and when he was about to paste it, he heard Ling Yugeng speak.

"what is your purpose?"

"Huh?" "Chu Shun" stopped moving, stroking the man's stern cheek with his fingertips.

Ling Yugeng: "Seduce me to fall into the devil?"

"Hmm..." Chu Shun pondered for a moment, then smiled, "That's okay, too."

Ling Yugeng closed his eyes.

Demons, heh, he won't have demons.

There was a light touch on the lips, and they left as soon as they were touched. One hand was placed on Ling Yugeng's shoulder, and the lips were pressed together again, and he called vaguely: "Master..."

The similar voice and intonation suddenly brought back memories of Ling Yugeng who had just been released from the oven.

He raised his hand, clasped "Chu Shun"'s chin, pinched his cheek, and parted their lips.

Every move is like... like a dream.

Inner demons will amplify the desires in people's hearts.

Ling Yugeng raised the back of his hand to wipe his lips, and looked at the demon in front of him, is this... his desire.

"Chu Shun" sensed something in his eyes, slowly lay down, and pillowed on his lap as before, like a cub nestling in its own nest.

……

The group had been traveling for a long time, and on the day they returned to the sect, as soon as the spaceship landed, many disciples surrounded them, wanting to hear about their goings-on.

Bian Miao is the best at telling stories. With a smile on her face, she tells everyone not to worry. Chu Hui and Jiang Chaoyun also have a few disciples around them.

The only one with fewer people was Ling Yugeng, and Chu Shun followed him, listening to him and the elder talking about this trip, distracted.

"Not bad." The elder looked at Chu Shun, stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Don't be too sad if you didn't win the ranking. Our Hehuan Sect has always just joined in the fun."

"What the elder said is true." Chu Shun said, "This disciple will practice diligently."

Elder: "...?"

He thought about what he said just now didn't mean the same thing.

"I won't mention the past." Ling Yugeng said.

"Okay, everyone is tired from this trip, we have prepared a dinner tonight, let's come and drink together, don't be restrained." The elder said cheerfully.

Ling Yugeng said: "I won't go, I won't enjoy myself with everyone."

"How good is this—"

Ling Yugeng raised his eyes and glanced at Elder Meng. Elder Meng guessed that there was some discomfort in his body, so he stopped talking and interrupted.

As night fell, the cold spring was blowing cold air, Ling Yugeng was immersed in it, his wet clothes stuck to his body, he sank, came out of the water again, and landed on the shore.

The Hehuan Sect was very lively tonight, which made Ling Yugeng's hall more and more deserted. He paced and walked in the corridor, leaving a series of wet marks. When he reached the entrance of the hall, he pushed the door open and was stunned for a moment.

In the room, there was a person lying on the table, sleeping soundly, with a writing brush in his hand.

Ling Yugeng glanced at the sky, it was not yet midnight.

He walked to Chu Shun's side, stood beside him and looked at the words he wrote. It had become a small dot of ink, and he couldn't see what he wrote clearly.

Perhaps the cold air on his body reached Chu Shun. Chu Shun groaned, opened his eyes, and called out "Master" in a hoarse voice.

"What are you doing here?"

"Practice calligraphy." Chu Shun took out the rice paper, saw the ink spot, and covered it with his backhand.

"Why don't you go to the dinner party?"

"Master, why didn't you go?"

"I'm going, everyone..."

"Master, don't fool me with the excuse of fooling Elder Meng." Chu Shun raised his eyes, looking at him with clear black eyes.

Ling Yugeng sat at the table, "I feel unwell."

Seeing that Chu Shun frowned slightly, he said, "Don't worry about small things."

Chu Shun got up, went to the side table and poured a cup of tea with his back to Ling Yugeng, and handed it to Ling Yugeng, "Master, have a cup of hot tea."

He drank tea, "I'm going to change clothes."

Today is the last night, and both of them knew what would happen. Chu Shun sat at the table and practiced calligraphy over and over again. Ling Yugeng came out after changing his clothes and stood by his side to watch, occasionally pointing his fingers. two.

Until a "click", the brush fell on the table.

The rice paper was once again stained with jet-black ink dots, and the blooming coquettish lotus exudes scorching heat.

……

After that night, the two tacitly returned to the position of master and apprentice.

Nothing seems to have changed, and nothing seems to be the same.

When Ling Yugeng taught Chu Shun how to practice swords, he always paused when he touched his hand, and Chu Shun's body would stiffen for a while.

The memory of the body seems to still remain.

Not long after the Zongmen Dabi came back, Ling Yugeng meditated to refine the demonic energy in his body, and Chu Shun accepted a mission from a sect, and he had to go out for about half a month. For Chu Shun, he was used to experience.

"Master." "Chu Shun" wrapped his arms around Ling Yugeng's back.

Surrounded by Ling Yugeng's palace, the censer was smoking upwards, "Chu Shun" brushed Ling Yugeng's earlobe with his lips, took a bite, and then licked the place where he had bitten with the tip of his tongue.

Exactly the same behavior as Chu Shun.

Even because of this scene, the picture becomes more real, making it difficult to distinguish whether it is a dream or reality.

In the past few days, Ling Yugeng refined many inner demons, but this inner demon remained unmoved, and every dream was extremely fragrant.

"Master, it's time." "Chu Shun" whispered in his ear, "Master, help me..."

Ling Yugeng turned over and pressed him under him, he licked his bright red lips, his clear eyes were moist, and he looked straight at Ling Yugeng.

The man lowered his head, Chu Shun raised his neck, and the next moment, his earlobe suddenly hurt.

"Does it hurt?" the man asked.

"It hurts, Master hurts me..."

"If it hurts, just have a longer memory."

In the other place, in the inn room, Chu Shun turned over, opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, raised his hand to stroke the earlobe, sat up from the bed, and looked at the thin bedding under him.

He often dreams of men.

Probably when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, it was the most frequent, and later on, his face was often not so clear in dreams. The first time I dreamed of his face clearly was after three years of experience. The night I parted with Ling Yugeng.

Really... is it a dream?

Chu Shun took out the red kit from under the pillow, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

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The demons intensified.

Ling Yugeng felt that he was like a piece of paper, being eroded and burned by the flames, and sooner or later, he would be completely burned by the hot flames.

He didn't tell anyone about it.

Elder Meng brought him some medicine, but it didn't help at all, and the cold water from the cold spring couldn't soak his dirty heart.

In August, Chu Shun came back and did not see Ling Yugeng. On that day in mid-autumn, Ling Yugeng came out of the cold spring, and it was raining lightly. He didn't set up a barrier, and the rain fell on him.

"Master." The culprit came to his courtyard, stood in the corridor and smiled at him.

Ling Yugeng: "I'm back."

"Yeah." Chu Shun ran up to him quickly, and wiped the water off his face with a handkerchief.

The rain stopped suddenly.

Chu Shun raised his head, only to realize that it wasn't the rain that had stopped, it was the man who had oiled the paper.