The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

There was only silence in the room.

Chu Shun looked at the closed door, threw his robe aside casually, sat down at the table, and flipped through the mental methods left by the man, which recorded some mental methods suitable for cultivation before foundation establishment. After making annotations and revisions, his flipping hand paused slightly, and his fingertips stayed on the handwriting.

He remembered what he said when he heard the man's voice again in the lotus pond.

He asked him if he wanted to become a god.

What does it mean to become a god.

As long as he cultivates the Tao of his previous life, he can reach the peak period.

Throwing his mind aside, when Chu Shun got up, the man's broad back and the firm "Trust me" echoed in his ears appeared in his mind.

He lowered his eyes and raised his hand to touch his shoulder.

Nothing has happened in this life, everything will be different.

On the second day, Chu Shun went to Ling Yugeng's hall to look for him. The disciples outside the door asked him what was the matter. He told Ling Yugeng the mind-dharma given last night. He was puzzled by a few things and wanted to ask.

Ling Yugeng sat cross-legged in the hall, and he heard the voices outside. What happened last night made him feel that Chu Shun was a little strange, and he didn't want to get too close to him, so as not to increase troubles. It was not too important. Disciple outside the door, let the other party say that he is not there.

The disciples outside the door followed suit, "The suzerain is not in the hall, please go back."

Chu Shun asked again: "Where did Master go?"

"This is out of your control." The disciple said, "He Huanzong is up and down, the suzerain can go wherever he wants, how can he report to us."

"That's it." The disciple took out a piece of paper, "If you have any doubts, write it down on the paper, and I will show it to Master when he comes back."

Chu Shun looked at the paper and pen in his disciple's hands, then turned his head to the door, bowed his head for a moment, and said, "I have an injury on my hand, I don't know... can you please write for me?"

White mist was lingering in the incense burner in the hall, Ling Yugeng closed his eyes, and felt the young man's lost back disappear, inexplicably somewhat pitiful.

After a while, the disciple's voice came from outside the hall, and he said "Enter".

The disciple came in and handed him the piece of paper in his hand.

The ink on the rice paper was not dry yet, Ling Yugeng took a look at it, picked up the pen, dropped it on the rice paper, circled what Chu Shun didn't understand, gave a detailed explanation, and handed it to the disciple, asking him to hand it in later. To Chu Shun.

Although the disciple didn't understand why Ling Yugeng was clearly inside but told Chu Shun that he wasn't there, he still answered "Yes".

The young man was growing up, Ling Yugeng remembered Chu Shun's frail body last night, and ordered: "Go to Elder Meng's place and buy a few spiritual chickens from the back mountain, and make soup for him."

It's time to replenish your body.

An hour later, Chu Shun received Ling Yugeng's reply letter. The handwriting on the letter was elegant, with silver hooks painted on iron, and powerful. They said that the handwriting could reveal the character of a person, and the words fit the man's face very well.

He rubbed the handwriting with his fingertips, and put the paper in a drawer beside him.

The two were like this for several days in a row, one handed in homework and the other corrected it.

At this day and hour, Chu Shun left after handing over to the disciples at the door. When he walked through the corridor, he saw a figure much shorter than him, with a beautiful and indistinguishable face. He happily arrived at the gate of Ling Yugeng's hall.

Chu Shun saw that he raised his head and had a conversation with the disciples at the gate of the hall. The gate of the hall, which had been closed all the time, was opened.

Chu Shun paused, watching Jiang Chaoyun enter the hall, and the hall door closed again, blocking his prying eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the lake beside the railing of the wooden corridor. There were lotus leaves floating on the water, and goldfish swam by wagging their tails in the water, creating waves.

It turned out that he wasn't there and lied to him.

"Master!" The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stood in the hall and saluted in a dignified manner.

Ling Yugeng was holding a book in his hand, with a few large characters on the cover - "Smelting Artifacts: From Beginning to Mastery". He put the book down and asked, "What's the matter?"

The young man in front of him has a tender face and a bright appearance. He is his youngest disciple. Everyone calls him Junior Junior Brother. He was recruited into the sect at the age of five. His name is Jiang Chaoyun. He is innocent and arrogant.

Yuanshen dotes on him very much, because Yuan raised him as his own furnace.

The boy looked around, as if looking for something.

"Master, I heard people say that you accepted other disciples, is this true?"

Ling Yugeng didn't deny it, "After a while, you can see him after he recovers from his injury."

The young man pouted.

In the original plot, Jiang Chaoyun didn't like Chu Shun at first, because he was the youngest junior in the sect since he was a child, and he was replaced later, so he was unhappy.

But later he was subdued by Chu Shun.

"From now on, you will be a senior brother." Ling Yugeng knew what he cared about, and said softly, "Take good care of my junior brother."

The word "senior brother" made Jiang Chaoyun roll his eyes a few times, and obediently said "Oh".

This time after the retreat, the master did not love him as much as before. Last time he fought with his brother, the master fined him to pay for the damaged items in the brother's room.

He bit his lip, and asked again: "Also...I heard that senior sister had an accident..."

"The fate card is still there, I have sent people to look for it, so don't worry too much."

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Ling Yugeng sent someone to take care of Chu Shun, and knowing that his injuries were almost healed, he thought about finding a good sword for Chu Shun.

The monk's first sword is very important.

Ling Yugeng paid attention to this matter, as a teacher, he must fulfill his responsibility.

But he is learning now, and there are not enough materials. In the refining room, Ling Yugeng holds a book in one hand, and refines materials in the furnace with the other. He controls the heat, and then fuses the materials. What is refined is only a low-level weapon, and a white light flashes However, a sword appeared in front of his eyes, but before he could persist for a while, the sword broke into two pieces with a "click".

It really doesn't work without materials.

He glanced at the sky outside, went out of the refining room, and when he returned to the hall, he noticed the fluctuation of spiritual energy.

In the open space of the hall, the swords of the two men crossed each other, making a crisp sound. The bamboo on the side was cut into two sections by the sharp sword intent, and fell to the ground rustlingly, and the bamboo leaves fluttered in the air.

The two teenagers were holding swords with awe-inspiring sword intent. Jiang Chaoyun couldn't stand it any longer. He bit his lower lip and frowned. Today, when he came to look for his master, he happened to meet Chu Shun. Looking at him out of the corner of his eyes, he looks... pretty good-looking. He doesn't like others to be prettier than himself, so he wants to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect this newcomer to be so difficult to deal with.

Chu Shun's sword intent faltered, and he turned his head to look at the gate of the courtyard. Jiang Chaoyun's eyes flickered, seized this opportunity, and kicked him in the heart. After drawing an arc, the sound of the sword falling to the ground was clear and crisp.

As soon as Ling Yugeng entered the gate of the courtyard, he saw a black figure flying towards the gate. He reached out to catch the thing that fell from the sky, and the figure landed firmly in his arms.

The young man was light and fluttering, and he didn't know where the food he ate these days had grown. After such a fall, his face was pale, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

"Master...Master..." Jiang Chaoyun trembled at the end of his voice, he didn't expect him to come back so coincidentally.

Ling Yugeng: "What's going on?"

Jiang Chaoyun said: "He...he disrespected me first!"

Chu Shun clutched his chest, breathless, lowered his eyes and said, "It's what Senior Brother Jiang said."

"Really?" Ling Yugeng put Chu Shun down.

Seeing Ling Yugeng's cold face, Jiang Chaoyun turned pale with fright, "Master... yes, I'm sorry..."

"Do you still remember the rules of the Acacia Sect?" Ling Yugeng asked Jiang Chaoyun.

There are not many rules of the Acacia Sect, but Jiang Chaoyun stuttered and memorized two, but he couldn't recite them. Ling Yugeng punished him to go back and copy the rules. Jiang Chaoyun glanced at Chu Shun who was standing beside Ling Yugeng, and left angrily. up.

"Master."

Ling Yugeng turned his head and met the young man's phoenix eyes. The young man lowered his eyelids again, covering his black eyes. His complexion was much better than before, and he had grown some flesh. He said, "I've embarrassed Master."

"How can you talk about shame?"

"Senior brother Jiang is younger than me, but he has achieved such an achievement, and I..."

"Don't underestimate yourself." Ling Yugeng said, "Come in, I'll take a look at the wound for you."

The two entered the room, the door of the room was not closed, and a cool wind blew in from outside. Chu Shun sat at the table and looked at the profile of the man.

Ling Yugeng rested his cool fingertips on his wrist, diagnosed his spiritual pulse, and frowned, "Have you established your foundation?"

There seemed to be a wisp of black energy in the spirit veins, and before he could take a closer look, Chu Shun withdrew his hand.

"Yes." Chu Shun said, "I wanted to talk to Master about this today...but Master doesn't want to see me."

"Today I—"

"Master." Chu Shun turned his head, leaving Ling Yugeng with half of his face in profile, with his hands on his lap, "Don't lie to me anymore."

He pursed his lips, and said in a muffled voice: "If Master doesn't want to teach me, just speak up."

"No."

"I saw that day, Master met Senior Brother Jiang after I left."

Ling Yugeng: "..."

All of a sudden, I felt like a scumbag who started messing around and gave up.

"But there is something about me that makes Master dislike it." Chu Shun's black hair fell from his shoulders, his voice was calm, he looked up at Ling Yugeng, his black eyes were clear and persistent, and there was pure childishness in his eyes. Admiration, and some grievances turned red at the end of the eyes.

Everyone has a fledgling plot, young people have a sensitive mind, and when they are new in an unfamiliar environment, they are prone to overthinking. I am afraid that his avoidance these few days will make Chu Shun uneasy.

Every time the young man came here in high spirits, Ling Yugeng's back view when he left in disappointment appeared in Ling Yugeng's mind. The thin and lonely back was like a puppy that was wagging its tail and then turned into a wimpy little dog. It was very pitiful.

Maybe he was too sensitive that night.

The boy is only 15 years old, what bad thoughts can he have?

"Don't think too much." Ling Yugeng took out the medicine from the kit, "Apply the medicine first, and I will take you to a place later."

He put the medicine on the table and got up, "I'll wait for you outside."

The wind was blowing in the courtyard, the man's white robe was fluttering, and his long hair was blown up by the wind. When he heard the door opening behind him, he turned his head, and Chu Shun came out from inside. In such a short time, the wound on his body seemed to be just casual. Bandaged twice.

"Where does Master want to take me?" The redness in his eyes still hasn't faded.

Ling Yugeng: "Follow me."

Chu Shun followed behind him, looking down at the folds of his robe as he walked. The two of them walked through the long corridor, and the distance between them was far away. Chu Shun would take two quick steps to close the distance, and then slow down. After a while, he caught up with Ling Yugeng in front of him.

Ling Yugeng followed behind with fast and slow steps.

He led Chu Shun to a door where there was an enchantment. Ling Yugeng pushed the door and entered. Inside was a room of weapons, spears, whips, swords, soft swords, and double knives. very nice.

"You have already established a foundation, and there is nothing else for you as a teacher." Ling Yugeng said, "Let's just pick one you like and use it."

The things in it are not top-notch, but they are enough for Chu Shun now.

"This...this is too precious."

"It's worth it if someone uses it."

Ling Yugeng stood at the door, seeing the boy's eyes flickering with unknown emotions, he didn't know what he was thinking, he said: "Go."

A few days ago, he avoided him and made him sad, so it's time to coax him today.

Children should like new toys. There are so many here, and he can always pick out one he likes.

The young man was dressed in black, his waist was outlined slenderly by the belt, and he finally picked out a sword. The sword was neither high nor low, with a silver-blue brilliance, and the hilt was inlaid with spirit stones.

"This... Master thinks it's okay?" Chu Shun turned around and asked.

Ling Yugeng nodded.

Not bad eyesight.

Chu Shun drew out his sword, and the sharp light of the sword shone on his face. At that moment, a sharp look appeared on the young man's face. When the sword was sheathed, the strange feeling disappeared completely.

"Thank you, Master." He bent his lips and said with a smile, showing a bit of youthfulness on his face.

When the night is late.

The wind rustled in the forest, the bamboo leaves were falling, and the candles in the wing room were extinguished. Ling Yugeng stood outside the door for a long time before pushing the door in.

The room was dark, and the outlines of tables and chairs were faintly visible. Ling Yugeng's footsteps landed silently. He walked to the bed, looked down at the sleeping person on the bed, and raised his hand to seal Chu Shun's acupuncture points so that he could not hear the outside world. , also do not perceive the body.

He rested his fingertips on Chu Shun's wrist, and as expected, he saw a wisp of black energy swimming in his spiritual veins, which was demonic energy.

Are there signs so early?

Ling Yugeng's brows are heavy. If this demonic energy is not removed, it may be a hidden danger in the future. It is easy to cause inner demons during cultivation, just like a bug in the system data. If the bug is not resolved early, a chain reaction will occur, and it is easy to be caught. breach.

Coupled with the reason of Chu Shun's blood, it is easier to have demons than ordinary people.

Come here.

Ling Yugeng probed a ray of spiritual energy into Chu Shun's spiritual veins to clear up the bugs for him. The most direct and simple way is to transfer the bugs to himself first, then go back and clean them up slowly.

The aura entered his body gently, but the boy didn't respond.

After a stick of incense, Ling Yugeng let go of Chu Shun's hand, and when he got up to leave, he looked at Chu Shun's arm that was outside the quilt. The wound on his arm was bandaged casually, and now it has dissipated.

He took out a bottle of medicine, and the night did not hinder him in the slightest. He applied the medicine for Chu Shun, bandaged his wound again, and untied his acupuncture points before getting up and leaving.

The next day, Chu Shun came to Ling Yugeng's hall as usual, this time he didn't shut the door again. Ling Yugeng meditated all night last night, and he was able to fix the bug. Chu Shun's devilish energy was more vicious than ordinary devilish energy, and his aggressiveness was also less. powerful.

When Chu Shun came, he sat behind the table and poured tea.

"Master." Chu Shun stood in the hall and saluted.

The hall is very spacious, and there is a couch in the middle, which is where Ling Yugeng usually practices.

"Is there anything you don't understand about the mind?"

Chu Shundao practiced today, and when he went to a certain place, he always felt that his spiritual power was stagnant.

It is normal to have a bottleneck period when breaking through a certain realm. Ling Yugeng asked him to point out the place. Chu Shun brought the book on the mental method.

Ling Yugeng asked him to sit down and run his spiritual power again.

Chu Shun obediently did as he was told. He sat cross-legged next to Ling Yugeng, closed his eyes, and meditated on the mantra of the heart method. The spiritual power circulated in his body. Ling Yugeng saw that whenever the spiritual energy reached his dantian, it felt stagnant. His fingertips Xuankong stayed at Chu Shun's dantian, gave some pointers, and Chu Shun suddenly understood.

"Don't practice too hastily." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun lowered his head and said in shame, "Yes, Master."

His downcast eyes fell on the hem of the man's clothes.

"Go back." Ling Yugeng said.

When Chu Shun got up, he stepped on the hem of his clothes, so he fell towards Ling Yugeng, and fell straight on Ling Yugeng's body, Ling Yugeng caught him straight.

The young man wanted to get up in a hurry, but he became more and more flustered, Ling Yugeng had no choice but to hold his thumping hands and waist.

"Master... Master forgive me."

When Chu Shun got up from him, he saw that Chu Shun's face was blushing, his clear phoenix eyes dodged, his lips were muffled, and he didn't dare to look at him, as if he had caused some catastrophe, he said, "No problem."

Chu Shun licked the dry corners of his lips, "What incense does Master use?"

Ling Yugeng raised his eyes and looked at him.

Chu Shun saw that the man's face was pale, he lowered his head, and said, "I'm offended, but... the incense smells, and I seem to be able to concentrate more than usual."

It seems that men always look like a mountain without moving.

He raised his eyelids, glanced at Ling Yugeng, and then averted his gaze, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Hearing him ask the reason for the incense, Ling Yugeng breathed a sigh of relief.

A 15-year-old boy, he shouldn't think too complicatedly about people.

Furthermore, he is a system data without emotion, what is he afraid of.

Thinking about it this way, Ling Yugeng felt that he had thought too much before.

Chu Shun is only 15 years old, and he has been in the Chu family for so many years, no one has made friends with him, and he knows nothing about love.

It's him who has become a soldier.