The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

The breathing of the person on the bed became steady, and the night outside the window was getting dark. Ling Yugeng, who was meditating by the window, opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the night outside.

Generally speaking, if there is no accident, you can return to the Hehuan Sect safely within five days.

But growth-type protagonists like Chu Shun have a buff on their bodies - encountering accidents anytime and anywhere, the so-called tempering of the law of heaven, and now the plot is starting to deviate, I hope there will be no accidents.

He closed his eyes and meditated again.

To him, a few days are just the blink of an eye in the long years. After entering the state of meditation, he felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was azure blue, like the surface of water and like a mirror, and the whole body entered a silence. Only the data was in front of him. skimming.

The aura around Chu Shun is always more abundant than other areas.

Peaceful night.

In the morning of the second day, he felt Chu Shun get up, unpack his bag to eat, and there was a knock on the door. Ling Yugeng did not enter the realm of nothingness, but he vaguely heard Bian Miao's voice.

Here it comes again, the ominous breath.

Ling Yugeng opened his eyes and saw Chu Shun's hand stretched out in front of him. Seeing that he was awake, Chu Shun withdrew his hand and smiled slightly, "Master, senior sister brought roast chicken, you want to eat it?" ?"

The roast chicken was bought by Bian Miao on the spaceship. The roast chicken here is not an ordinary roast chicken, it is cultivated by the aura of heaven and earth, with aura.

Ling Yugeng: "You guys eat."

Chu Shun brought the grilled chicken in front of Ling Yugeng, "Master, eat some."

Ling Yugeng who smelled the fragrance: "..."

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he tilted his head, "I've already fasted, so I don't need to eat."

A moment later, Ling Yugeng was sitting at the table with a chicken leg, eating gracefully. Chu Shun was sitting opposite him, meeting his gaze, and his clear black eyes were slightly smiling.

He turned on the blackening value and took a look.

90.00% nine, no more, no less.

He turned off the blackening value.

"Senior Sister Cai said just now that someone is speaking outside. If Master is bored, you can go out and listen." Chu Shun said.

Ling Yugeng glanced at him, and felt that maybe Chu Shun was bored. He didn't agree with Chu Shun's words, but after eating the roast chicken, he wiped his hands clean and performed a cleansing formula. He got up and said, "Let's go!" Bar."

Chu Shun: "Where are you going?"

"Listen to the script." Ling Yugeng said.

In the huge cabin, idle monks gather here. They are either masked or disguised. They are placed on tables with tea on them. On the stage, one person is playing a board and speaking a script.

Now we are talking about Hehuan Sect.

"...The lord of the Acacia Sect has even more romantic deeds. In the dark and windy night, he double cultivated with the famous genius monk on the list for one night, and left ruthlessly. His disciples are all his furnace..."

Ling Yugeng choked on the tea, tilted his head and coughed a few times, Chu Shun turned his head, "Really?"

"...It's fake." Ling Yugeng said, if he had known that this was what was being said here, he would not have brought Chu Shun here.

He wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to say it, so he said blankly: "If you don't believe in rumors, don't spread them."

Chu Shun nodded without the slightest doubt, and continued to look at the speaker on the stage.

On the stage, two or three affairs in the world of comprehension were being talked about, among which the suzerain of the Acacia sect accounted for half.

Ling Yugeng lowered his eyes.

How can I leave here naturally?

After less leaning, he no longer had this trouble.

The ship suddenly shook, and the sky darkened in an instant. The storyteller on the stage stopped talking, and all the monks got up one after another. Ling Yugeng drifted to the deck with the current. There seems to be something sweeping in, a large area of ​​black pressure.

They ran into the worst of things - a storm.

"Quick! Get in the boat!" Someone shouted.

The experienced monks had already begun to wield their swords and were about to leave. Ling Yugeng turned his head, but Chu Shun was nowhere to be seen. His heart sank, and he turned around to look for Chu Shun in the cabin.

"Chu Shun."

The crowd ran back and forth, and there was a crowd of people in front of Ling Yugeng.

"Chu Shun." He called, but no one answered.

"Master!" Bian Miao waved.

When the two met, she said that Chushun seemed to be returning to the room, Ling Yugeng asked her to find a safe place by herself, and he went straight to the room where he lived before.

The moment the door was pushed open, the door rebounded, and the figure closing the window inside the door paused, turned his head, and saw Ling Yugeng, who was breathing slightly disorderly.

"Master." Chu Shun said, "There are too many people, I can't find you, I'm afraid you are in a hurry, so I will go back to my room and wait..."

"fine--"

Before Ling Yugeng finished speaking, the hull of the boat shook violently, and Chu Shun fell down. Ling Yugeng caught him, and the young man's back was pressed against his chest. He was so thin that he could feel the contours of his back and shoulder bones.

During the swaying of the ship, it was difficult for ordinary people to maintain balance. Ling Yugeng was protecting the slightly thin boy in his arms, but he was bumped several times.

Chu Shun's eyelashes trembled slightly in his arms, and the man's broad chest made people feel extra secure, calm and strong.

The strong wind swept in, and the broken window smashed towards the two of them. Ling Yugeng raised his hand to block it. The spaceship had an enchantment, and the ship began to disintegrate, which could only mean that the enchantment was destroyed. body.

"Master..."

Ling Yugeng dragged Chu Shun who was about to be swept away from the window, and then lost his strength and was caught in the strong wind. His body seemed to be torn apart. The spiritual power separates the surrounding resistance.

"Hold on to me." He pulled Chu Shun and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.

This scroll took half a day, and Ling Yugeng's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he could no longer see the position of their original spaceship, and his spiritual power could not be circulated in this weird vortex.

"Forget it." Ling Yugeng heard Chu Shun's weak voice and said, "Master, leave me alone."

The surrounding area was dark, with no end in sight, and extremely dangerous. To be honest, Chu Shun himself was not sure that he could protect himself in this situation.

But he would definitely kill Ling Yugeng the moment he let go of him.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ling Yugeng said coldly.

Chu Shun: "You and I have only known each other for a few days, leaving me behind, you still have the possibility..."

Ling Yugeng interrupted him, "I will be a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of my life. Since I brought you out, I will be responsible for you."

"..." How stupid, it's obviously reached the limit.

Chu Shun gritted his teeth, why are there always such stupid people in the world.

Once upon a time, he was also jealous of others, he had people who desperately protected them, he had nothing, he only had himself.

In the end, he no longer needed someone who could protect him, that was something only the weak would crave.

He does not need it.

Ling Yugeng looked down at Chu Shun, and suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.He has no spiritual power, but Chu Shun still has it.

"Chu Shun." Ling Yugeng clasped his waist tightly, his voice was as low as ever without any ups and downs, "Give me your body."

Chu Shun: "...what?"

The next moment, Chu Shun felt his hand being held up by a man, and he knew what Ling Yugeng wanted to do. He wanted to attach himself to him. This method is usually a method of ghost cultivation. Now Ling Yugeng is a soul body. With his permission, he can enter into his body.

Whenever he loses consciousness, Ling Yugeng can do whatever he wants with him, which makes Chu Shun intolerable.

To Ling Yugeng, this was nothing more than data intrusion, it was very simple, as long as Chu Shun gave him permission, he could do it.

"Chu Shun." Ling Yugeng said, "Trust me."

A dark light flashed across Chu Shun's phoenix eyes.

Chu Shun could feel the process of integration, and the two people's perceptions were intersected spiritually, and they could perceive each other's emotional fluctuations.

The man's mood is very calm, as calm as a straight line without fluctuations, like a quiet lake, making people unconsciously feel peaceful.

When the torrential rain stopped, everything returned to calm and the sky was gloomy. Ling Yugeng in the forest walked up the mountain with the scarred Chu Shun on his back. Albizia sect.

It has been a day since Chu Shun fell into a coma, and the old injury has not healed, and a new injury has been added.

Stopping and stopping along the way, the young man's arms were hanging on Ling Yugeng's chest, his head rested on Ling Yugeng's shoulders, his tightly closed eyelashes trembled twice, he half-opened his eyes, and what he saw was the man's neck and protruding Adam's apple , the curvature of Adam's apple seemed to be able to poke people, and a small black mole on the side of his neck caught his eyes.

Later, Chu Shun thought about this mole for a long time.

Ling Yugeng walked steadily, swaying like he was on a boat, which made people feel tired.

On the way, Ling Yugeng and the woodcutter they met in the mountains bought a cart. They used the silver hairpins they picked up in the mansion with Ling Yugeng. He put Chu Shun on the cart and pulled it forward.

The turbulent water flowed by the river, Ling Yugeng filled some water with a lotus leaf, walked under the tree, and fed it to Chu Shun's dry lips, Chu Shun's lips were tightly closed, and the water flowed down the corners of his lips, Ling Yugeng sighed He took a deep breath and wiped him with his sleeve.

There is no news from Bian Miao, and I don't know what happened.

He went to the river to get some water again, and came back to press Chu Shun's chin, making him open his mouth and feed it into his mouth.

"Ahem..." Chu Shun's chest heaved and he coughed a few times. Ling Yugeng helped him up and patted him on the back. The thin figure of the young man looked weaker and weaker.

Chu Shun muttered "cold", Ling Yugeng hadn't recovered his spiritual power, so he used his body to warm him up, didn't stop much, and quickly continued on the road.

Two days later.

On the long stairs of Hehuanzong, Ling Yugeng carried Chu Shun on his back, and walked up the stairs step by step. When he reached the middle of the mountain, he saw the gatekeeper disciple.

……

Back at Hehuanzong, Ling Yugeng asked someone to settle Chu Shun before he went to find his body.

In the main hall of Hehuan Sect, the incense was still burning, and wisps of white smoke floated upwards. The man sitting cross-legged on the couch was dressed in white, with black hair pouring down behind him. Ling Yugeng slowly opened his eyes, feeling A bit of the body.

The soul and body are still different.

After Ling Yugeng came out of closed-door retreat, he first went to the wing room where Chu Shun was housed. Ling Yugeng lived in his side courtyard for the time being. Chu Shun hadn't woken up yet. When he left the wing room, a disciple stood outside the hall and called out, "Suzerain ".

"What's the matter?"

"Second senior brother accidentally killed third senior brother's Gu worm, and the two started fighting for three days and three nights!"

There are three disciples passed on by the master of the Hehuan Sect. The eldest sister, Bian Miao, has a variety of charms, and she can make people blush when she smiles. A field of medicine that is regarded as the lifeblood, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, it is a bit arrogant.

In terms of not doing business properly, all of them are the best among them, but they are also better than each other.

Chu Shun opened his eyes again, and there was a gorgeous bed curtain in front of him. He was covered with a soft quilt that was completely different from the damp and heavy Chu family, warm and comfortable.

Someone opened the door and came in. Chu Shun sat up from the bed, his body still a little heavy.

"My lord, you're awake." The man in the uniform of a Hehuan Sect disciple walked to the window and said, "Drink the medicine first."

There is a bowl of medicine on the tray, and there is Xiaodie's candied fruit next to it.

"The suzerain is afraid that the medicine will be too bitter, so after drinking it, it will taste bitter in the mouth. You can eat two candied fruit to relax."

Chu Shun paused for a moment when he heard the words, but the man took it to heart when he answered casually, and asked, "What about him?"

"Is the suzerain?" the disciple said, "Second senior brother and third junior brother fought, and the suzerain just left."

Chu Shun took the medicine and drank it without touching the candied fruit next to him.

That night, when Ling Yugeng returned to the hall and went to Chu Shun's room, he heard that he had rested, so he didn't go in to disturb him, and instead went to Zangshu Pavilion.

He glanced at the blackening value casually, and found that the blackening value that had been standing still had dropped by one silently at some point.

The Library Pavilion in Hehuan Sect is very large, and there is no place he can't go to. Ling Yugeng wanders in it, choosing suitable methods for Chu Shun to cultivate. Chu Shun's spiritual veins have a different structure, and ordinary methods of cultivation can only accumulate spiritual power. Unable to use the spiritual power for his own use, Ling Yugeng had to make some revisions to these ancient books.

The books involved in the pavilion are not only the method of dual cultivation, but also many other ancient books. Ling Yugeng was obsessed with studying them, and asked others to bring food to Chu Shun. He stayed in the Zangshu Pavilion for several days.

The long corridor outside the hall is next to a lake. The water in the lake is clear, and the fish are swimming in the water, creating layers of ripples. The spiritual energy here is much more abundant than that of the human world. Two disciples sweeping the floor from a side courtyard wing room pass by.

"Hey, have you heard that the Suzerain has been staying in the Library Pavilion these days."

"I don't know what dual cultivation cheats I'm studying, but after retreating, I got inspiration?"

"You don't know, the suzerain brought back a cauldron two days ago, and I heard that he is going to be squeezed dry by the dual cultivators!"

"Really! There are other things..."

In the wing room, Chu Shun sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, the eyelashes of his closed eyes trembled twice.

That night, Ling Yugeng came out of the Library Pavilion, feeling refreshed. After reaching a certain level of cultivation, he could breathe out the aura of heaven and earth on his own. In the past few days, he had recovered a lot. After this experience, his soul and body seemed to be more stable than his physical body. some.

He returned to the palace with a book of mental methods, but he didn't know that someone had distorted his image, so he went to the side courtyard.

The night was thick, the sound of insects lingered all around, the candles were still burning in the wing room, and Chu Shun hadn't rested yet.

Ling Yugeng raised his hand and knocked on the door.

In the room, Chu Shun took clothes from behind the screen and put them on his body. Looking at the figure on the door, he said "Come in", Ling Yugeng pushed the door open and entered.

The room was steaming, and Chu Shun, wearing a black robe over obscene clothes, stood still two meters away, "Why is Master here?"

Ling Yugeng: "Are you taking a bath?"

The tub behind the screen was still steaming.

Chu Shun said "hmm" and said, "I've been on the road for a long time, and my body is not very clean. I want to wash it."

"Cleaning the Dust Jue is enough." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun: "Washed... feel better."

"How's your injury?" Ling Yugeng sat down at the table, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip from his lips.

Under the light of the orange candlelight, the man's side face still looked sullen, and it seemed to have a little warmth.

His hair was tied with a jade crown, and his face was extremely handsome, suave and suave, with a somewhat cold and distant sense of brows and eyes.

Chu Shun paused, shook his head and said, "It's all right."

It looked like he was lying, and the boy's face hadn't recovered yet.

"Let me see your injury," Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun raised his hand to cover his skirt, "It's really...it's all right..."

The more he was like this, the more Ling Yugeng felt that something was wrong, he gently put the teacup on the table, and said, "Take off your clothes."

After he finished speaking, he felt that his words were wrong, and said in a low voice: "I just have a look, and I won't do anything to you."

After explaining one more sentence, I still feel weird.

Only then did I realize that it was late at night, lonely and widowed, it was very unsafe, not to mention that he was still a rumored "big obscene demon".

"That's all." He got up, remembered the purpose of this trip, took out a book from his chest, put it down and said, "You can study this method slowly, and ask me if you don't understand."

He turned to leave, but Chu Shun reached out and grabbed his cuff.

"Master, I, I will show you...don't be angry, Master." He whispered.

Ling Yugeng wanted to say that he wasn't angry, but when he turned his head, he saw that the young man had already taken off his belt neatly, the movement was so fast that Ling Yugeng's words stuck in his throat for a moment.

The young man's body was covered with large and small bruises, and at first glance, it was shocking. After a few days, the bruises on his body had already begun to scab.

Chu Shun turned around, wearing only a pair of white underwear, turned his head away as if ashamed, holding the clothes tightly with both hands, the candlelight made his fair complexion a little red.

Ling Yugeng's heart was as still as water, and he looked at the wound on his body calmly.

Sure enough, it was weird.

The boy looked timid, like a persecuted woman from a good family.

"I'm not angry." Ling Yugeng said, "Let's rest early."

He turned his back, left this sentence and left.

The door was closed with a "bang", leaving aftershocks on the door frame, and the candle flames were swayed by the gust of wind.