The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

That's it.

Ling Yugeng gave up on explaining, squatted down in front of Chu Shun, and checked his injuries. His fingertips rested on Chu Shun's wrist. Lifting his head, he looked at Ling Yugeng, as if he wanted to say a thousand words, but he stopped on his lips.

"You don't have to take her words seriously." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun gave a soft "hmm".

Chu Shun's lack of cultivation allowed him to use Ling Yugeng's spiritual weapon. Although Ling Yugeng was there, his body's spiritual veins were still damaged.

"Can you still get up?" Ling Yugeng asked.

Chu Shun supported the ground with his hands. When he got up, his body wobbled twice, and he fell back again. A large area of ​​skin was exposed at the front of his clothes, with blue and red traces all over the place. Bian Miao couldn't help but whistled.

Ling Yugeng who heard the whistle: "..."

Chu Shun seemed to be unable to be humiliated, the corners of his lips were pursed and straightened, two touches of bright colors appeared on his pale face, his panicked expression was lively and coquettish, he realized that he was not fully clothed, he looked down at his chest, He gathered his clothes together, and then a piece of fabric slipped from his shoulders.

The young man's frail figure can arouse people's desire to destroy. When the clothes fell, Ling Yugeng's figure flickered, blocking Chu Shun's body.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Bian Miao covered her lips and smiled.

Ling Yugeng: "If you're free, let's go find some clothes for your little brother."

"Disciple obeys." Bian Miao glanced at Ling Yugeng's back, flipped her hand, and there was an extra fan in her hand, and she walked outside shaking the fan.

The door opened and closed again with a "squeak".

It was cold on the ground, it was not suitable to sit for a long time, Chu Shun couldn't get up by himself, Ling Yugeng bent over to help him, his hand was on Chu Shun's arm, Chu Shun got up with strength, but before he got up, he bumped into Ling Yugeng in the arms.

Ling Yugeng looked serious.

It looks like it hurts badly.

"Offended." Chu Shun said in a low voice.

"It's okay." Ling Yugeng looked at the torn clothes on his body, hesitated for a moment, whether men and women could kiss each other, and what Bian Miao said just now, after thinking about it, so as not to cause Chu Shun's misunderstanding, he still picked up a piece of cloth, and then on his shoulder.

Chu Shun: "..."

Feeling the warmth of the man's palm through the thin fabric, he could only glimpse the lower half of the man's face out of the corner of his eye. His eyes stayed on his neck for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head.

People with high cultivation bases are very sensitive to the killing intent of others.

Ling Yugeng helped the fallen stool in the room and let Chu Shun sit down.

Chu Shun: "Is that human skin?"

Ling Yugeng walked over to check it out, and said, "Afraid?"

Chu Shun pursed his lips.

Ling Yugeng knew that although he looked calm and had received a lot of ostracism and cold treatment in the mansion, he was afraid that this was the first time he saw such a scene, so he did not comfort him, saying: "If you want to practice Taoism, you must face this kind of situation in the future. of."

Chu Shun didn't answer.

Ling Yugeng was not afraid of this kind of scene. In terms of human emotions, the system was inherently lacking. He went to the human skin and studied it, and walked around the room. The human skin was fresh, and the original corpse was that ghost Xiu should not throw the corpse too far.

The room was in a mess. There was a lot of fighting before, but so far no one has disturbed it. It was because the ghost had set up a soundproof barrier around it. Ling Yugeng walked to the bed, opened the bed curtain, and saw the pale face on the bed with his eyes closed. The little fat man looked like he had died at first glance, but when he checked his pulse, his pulse was weak, but he was still alive.

"Is he dead?" Ling Yugeng heard Chu Shun ask this sentence in an overly cold and peaceful tone, as ordinary and simple as asking if he had eaten.

He paused with his fingertips, Chu Shun's feelings when he asked this sentence were too weak, there was no hatred, and no other emotions.

"No." Ling Yugeng said, "I still have a breath."

"Oh." Chu Shun lowered his head.

There was neither pleasure nor regret, just a simple "oh".

Ling Yugeng has not forgotten that his blackening value is so high.

He turned around and asked bluntly, "You want him to die?"

Chu Shun lowered his head, plucked his robe with his fingertips, and did not answer his question. The young Qingyue asked in a low voice, "Master thinks that I shouldn't think so?"

"It's normal to have hatred." Ling Yugeng said, "People have seven emotions and six desires, love, hate, anger, and ignorance. He bullied you first, so it's inevitable that you have resentment, but don't let this become your demon, it's useless for cultivation."

The man didn't criticize his right or wrong, but just stated a fact. This answer was unexpected by Chu Shun, but it seemed reasonable.

He stripped himself, stood in the position of a bystander, and gave the guidance that a master should give.

Chu Shun: "Master is telling me to let go?"

"Congxin." Ling Yugeng said.

The word "simple" is easier said than done.

Ling Yugeng asked him why he wanted to practice Taoism, for the honor of his family, or to prove himself.

Chu Shun was silent for a moment, saying he didn't know.

Ling Yugeng: "It's okay, there is still time in the future."

As if thinking of something again, Chu Shun took out something from his arms, which was a golden bell the size of a baby's fist.

"This is what I just found on her." Chu Shun said.

He put the thing in Ling Yugeng's hands unsuspectingly, and Ling Yugeng glanced at it twice.

The surface of the bell is smooth, but there are many carved runes inside. It is the ghost cultivator's thing, and it is also the reason why Jianzong hunted him down to this point—the soul-destroying bell.

This thing can confuse people's minds.

"Since you got it, it's your chance." Ling Yugeng put the things in his hands, "Put it away."

Chu Shun didn't catch it, the bell slipped from his hand, and was caught by Ling Yugeng's hand again in the air. He held the bell, and the bell would not make a sound unless it was filled with spiritual energy. Chu Shun turned his head away weakly and coughed twice. Voice.

Seeing his dying state, Ling Yugeng lowered his head, took off the brocade pouch from his waist, put the bell in for him, and hung it on his body again.

Chu Shun's whole body was not damaged much, and his waist was so slender, if his belt were torn, his trousers might not be able to hold it, and they would fall straight down.

Chu Shun glanced across the man's face, and his downcast eyes fell on his fingertips. He watched him tie the kit carefully for him, and then let go of his hand.

"I'll go out and have a look." Ling Yugeng said.

Bian Miao has been away for so long and hasn't come back, don't tell me something happened.

After the man finished speaking, Chu Shun watched the man walking towards the door without stopping.

He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingertips, and then looked down at his palm.

That sword is a man's natal magic weapon.

He recognized it.

As a cultivator, no one will ever put his natal magic weapon in the hands of others. If the natal magic weapon is damaged a little, the sea of ​​consciousness connected to the cultivator will also be affected.

There was a "Plop" sound from over there, and with the woman's delicate "Aiya", Ling Yugeng opened the door, and Bian Miao fell in.

Ling Yugeng sideways avoided: "...what are you doing here?"

Bian Miao rubbed her elbows and got up, "Didn't Master ask me to get clothes for my junior brother?"

This was obviously eavesdropping outside the door.

Chu Shun is only 15 years old!

Ling Yugeng felt that the thoughts of Hehuan Sect disciples were really dirty.

Bian Miao looked up at Ling Yugeng's face with an unclear expression, a little uncertain about his thoughts.

Although Yuanshen took in a few disciples, he seldom disciplined them, and they usually raised them free-range. These disciples were not very clear about the master's habits.

Noisy voices came from downstairs, Ling Yugeng and Bian Miao looked downstairs together.

The second young master of the Chu family led the people to come late. When he went up to the second floor, all he saw was Chu Shun, who was covered with scars, and the fat man whose life and death were unknown lying on the bed in the room, and the man standing beside him in the messy room. Enchanting woman.

"Master Chu, long time no see." Bian Miao greeted the second young master with a smile when he saw the second young master of the Chu family.

……

It was already late at night in the Chu Mansion, but the mansion was lively, the lights were brightly lit, and servants came in and out.

The two sides of the hall were full of people, and the young man in the middle was summoned here after the wound on his body was treated hastily. The disciples of the Sword Sect led by Chu Beishao stood on both sides holding swords, and the Patriarch of the Chu family sat on the top. .

"With you alone, how can you kill Guixiu?" Chu Beishao asked.

Chu Shun kept silent.

"Isn't there still me here?" Bian Miao leaned against the pillar, curling her hair with her fingers, "Master Chu doesn't regard me as a human being?"

Chu Beishao glanced at her.

"My son! My son!" A noisy voice sounded from outside.

The middle-aged woman in luxurious clothes wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and ran into the hall of the mansion, shouting in a sharp voice, "Patriarch, you have to decide for my Menger!"

A group of people went out, and they were fine when they went out. When they came back, their children suffered crimes. When they heard from others that it happened with Chu Shun, the woman pointed to Chu Shun and said, "You can't cover up sinners, it's him. He is the one who killed my Menger!"

A trace of disgust flashed across Chu Shun's eyes, he pulled the corner of his lower lip, and lowered his eyes to cover the mocking eyes, he said:

"Second aunt loves her son very much, but how can she talk nonsense?"

"Patriarch, just look at him, he looks half repentant! He is extremely vicious! It must be because he remembers what happened last time. Menger was also deceived by the evil servant, so he regarded him as the chief culprit, but he did not Thinking of brotherhood, I also hope that the Patriarch will be the master of our second room..."

Listening to them twisting right and wrong and twisting the facts, countless eyes fell on the young man. It was obvious that he killed Guixiu, but he didn't get half a point of honor and reward, only accusations and doubts.

The noisy voice turned into a buzzing buzzing sound, which gradually became inaudible. Chu Shun's fingertips on the side of his legs moved slightly, and his eyes looked dark.

It's better to just kill them all.

Ling Yugeng felt that half of the demon blood in Chu Shun's body was abnormally active, and the aura in the Lingfu seemed to be swallowed by black and red flames.

Now that Chu Shun's wings are not full, this must not be noticed by others, so he sent a message to Bian Miao.

"Patriarch Chu." Bian Miao interrupted the farce, saying that their sect took a fancy to Chu Shun's talent and wanted to include him in the sect.

She took out a box of spirit stones from the storage ring, "This is an invitation from our Acacia Sect to the Patriarch... Be careful, what's the Patriarch's idea?"

The Hehuan Sect has a bad reputation outside the world, but it is considered half righteous in the end, and it is not something that a family of immortal cultivators like their Chu family can provoke.

Hehuanzong wanted Chu Shun, and if they gave it, they had to give it. If they didn't give it, they would grab it by force.

It is rumored that the Suzerain of the Hehuan Sect only uses his disciples to practice sorcery. The Hehuan Sect accepts disciples, the most important thing is their appearance. Chu Shun's spiritual root is not good, but his appearance is excellent. In the place where beauties are prepared in the world of cultivating immortals, he can be regarded as the best A rare beauty, he was favored by He Huan Sect, and others were not very surprised about it.

Chu Shun was not an important person in the Chu family. As for the matter of the second wife, participating in this matter was a matter of life and death. The head of the Chu family weighed the pros and cons, so how could he offend the Hehuanzong for the sake of the second wife.

No matter how unwilling the woman is, it will not help.

Chu Beishao led the sect's people to rest, and brushed Chu Shun's shoulder before going out, "I didn't expect you to degenerate to such a degree."

Chu Shun glanced at him sideways.

When Chu Beishao stepped out of the threshold, his feet sank for some reason, and he almost fell at the door, and he led the people away with a sullen face.

After that night, they set off for Hehuanzong. Chu Shun packed up his things and only brought a small bag. No one saw him off when he went out. They were on a spaceship passing by here. stone.

They first went to buy some food for Chu Shun, and put it on the road to eat. When they boarded the spaceship, Ling Yugeng came out of Chu Shun's Lingfu, and the three of them walked up the stairs together, with Bian Miao at the front and Chu Shun in the middle.

"Reluctance?" Ling Yugeng saw that Chu Shun turned his head to look in the direction of the Chu family.

Chu Shun smiled implicitly, his eyes were clear, and said, "No, it's just a pity..."

Too bad there wasn't enough time to make them his puppets.

It is normal to feel reluctant to leave home, not to mention that is the place where Chu Shun lived for so many years.

Ling Yugeng said: "The injury is not healed yet, don't let the wind blow here."

"Yeah." Chu Shun fiddled with the blown hair, turned around and continued to follow Bian Miao's footsteps.

The spaceship looks like an ordinary ship, and it needs to be propelled by spirit stones to take off. They boarded the ship and went to their own place first.

"Which of these two sides does Master like?" Bian Miao turned his head and asked.

Ling Yugeng glanced at the two rooms, "It's all right."

"Then I'll live here." Bian Miao pushed open the room on the right, "Junior Brother, you and Master will live there."

Ling Yugeng paused when he pushed the door: "Does he live in a room with me?"

"That's right." Bian Miao said, "Otherwise, it's fine for my junior brother to share a room with me."

Ling Yugeng: "A man and a woman can't kiss each other."

Chu Shun: "What Master said is true."

Ling Yugeng originally wanted Bian Miao to get another room, but Bian Miao yawned, saying that he would take a fresh flower bath to maintain his skin later, and asked Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun if they wanted it, but they refused.

Fortunately, the wing room is not small, and it won't be too crowded for two people. There is a bed inside. The bedding on the bed is neat and wide enough to sleep two people.

The reason why he chose to take the spaceship was to heal Chu Shun's wounds on the way.

The boat started and flew into the air. During the period, it swayed a few times. Ling Yugeng stood by the window in a strange way. Chu Shun was meditating beside him. Ling Yugeng glanced at him, faintly feeling that something was wrong.

It seemed that compared to the two of them, he was more like the person who was on the spaceship for the first time, although it was indeed the first time.

But Chu Shun didn't seem to have the curiosity that he should have at this age.

Chu Shun seemed to have noticed his gaze, opened his eyes, and looked at him. Ling Yugeng turned his face away and sat cross-legged on the couch by the window.

From daytime to nightfall, the moonlight penetrated through the window, Ling Yugeng absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon by the window, and hadn't moved since the afternoon.

There was no candle in the room, but the man was sitting under the window, the moonlight fell on his moonlight robe, his stern face was clean and innocent, and his expression was pale, as if he was about to become a fairy.

Chu Shun got up from the bed and walked to the man.

He raised his hand and reached for Ling Yugeng's neck.

Ling Yugeng suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his wrist.

He hooked the young man's thin waist, grabbed his hands behind his back, saw the person in front of him clearly, confirmed that it was Chu Shun, and then let go.

Delusion?

Just now he always felt as if someone was going to disturb his fragile data.

"Master..." Chu Shun grabbed his skirt to stabilize his figure, and looked up at him with a thin face.

Ling Yugeng lowered his eyes: "Well—it was you just now?"

Chu Shun nodded and said, "I just want to ask Master, do you want to sleep on the bed?"

"I'm asleep, where do you sleep?"

"I... I can meditate."

He is really a good disciple who knows how to honor his master.

"No need." Ling Yugeng said in a cold voice, "Go to sleep."

"If Master doesn't mind, let's sleep together." Chu Shun tugged at his sleeves, looked at him with a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, his collar was messy, and half of his collarbone was exposed.

"Sleeping together" is a high-risk word for Ling Yugeng. He rejected Chu Shun: "It's okay to practice without falling asleep. There are still several days to go. You should rest earlier."

Chu Shun got up from him in frustration, straightened his messy clothes, turned around, and lay down on the bed again, his figure was shrouded in darkness.

The boat swayed occasionally, and the room was silent.

Ling Yugeng closed his eyes, and the hairy feeling hadn't gone away at the moment, he felt weird in his heart, his thoughts hadn't been sorted out yet, and when he heard the rustling movement over there, he raised his eyes and looked over.

"Can't sleep?" Ling Yugeng asked.

"Yeah." Chu Shun leaned on his arm.

"But you're not used to being away from home?"

"I'm afraid." Chu Shun whispered.

"What are you afraid of?"

Chu Shun casually talked about the human-skinned ghost Xiu yesterday.

Over there, Ling Yugeng looked out the window with his face sideways. After a long time, he asked, "Want to hear a story?"

Chu Shun: "Master can tell stories?"

"The more you watch, the better you will be." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shundao wanted to hear, so Ling Yugeng started to talk, "Once upon a time there was a big mansion, and the wife of the mansion hosted a banquet for the guests, but then the lady died."

This turning point was so abrupt that Chu Shun couldn't react for a while.

"The suspects include the cook, the maid, and the housekeeper..."

At first Chu Shun thought it was a story about exorcising demons, but when Ling Yugeng spread the story line in front of him, he found that the participants were all human beings.

"Who do you think killed Madam?"

"The butler?"

"Cook." Ling Yugeng said, "Besieged by love, hate by love. What is terrible in the world is the human heart."

Chu Shun had no voice, Ling Yugeng thought he was asleep, closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

In the night, Chu Shun half-closed his eyes and looked at the man by the window. The outline of his face was blurred by the moonlight, and his body was full of immortality. In this hazy night, it seemed that he would disappear at any time.

Worried that he is not used to being away from home, worried that what happened last night would cast a shadow on him, so tell him a story.

He didn't seem to be good at storytelling at all, and the ups and downs of the plot from his mouth became flat.

He looked cold and hard, but his heart was unexpectedly soft.

During the past few days together, it was difficult for Chu Shun to describe how he felt towards the man.

— But the man said something wrong earlier.

He wasn't afraid of the human skin, he was used to this kind of scene, and he had seen even scarier scenes than this one.

In the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the blood is like rain.

He didn't understand, obviously everything was moving towards memory - why there was only such a change.

The index finger of his other hand rested on the quilt and tapped it lightly, scratched it a few times, and wrote the name of the person.

Chu family, Sword Sect... Hehuan Sect, Ling Yugeng.

One pile after another, as far as he is concerned, it is a distant past.

...that's how it should be.

But just a few days ago, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was back in his youth.

This is when everything has not yet begun.

It's like... waking up from a big dream.

Men are completely different.

He thought that men, like him, have future memories, but now it seems that this is not the case. No matter how much a person can pretend, how can he completely disguise himself as another person.

...Who the hell is that?

If you talk about seizing the house, but now he is the soul body.

God?

I wanted to kill him, but now... I don't want to.