The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

"You said, when you kicked him out, the master just came?"

In the refining room, a man dressed as a disciple of the Hehuan Sect holds a book in his hand, his black hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he looks gentle and elegant. He stands in front of the long table and sorts the materials for refining into storage.

"Yes!" On the table beside him, a beautiful 13-year-old boy was sitting at the table, dressed in a peach-colored robe, holding a brush in his hand, holding it tightly, as if he wanted to break the brush.

"It's such a coincidence." The man responded to him in a gentle voice, with a little bit of heart in his perfunctory manner.

There were a few ink dots left on the rice paper on the table, and the handwriting on it was crooked. Jiang Chaoyun became more and more angry as he wrote. He couldn't help pressing the brush on the table with a "snap", stood up, and "slapped" the table a few more times, " He must have done it on purpose!"

A few days later, he still couldn't swallow this breath.

Chu Hui put down the book and glanced at Jiang Chaoyun.

"What are you looking at!" Jiang Chaoyun stared at him, his peach blossom eyes were full of anger.

Chu Hui curled his lips into a chuckle, "I never thought that my junior brother would have such an awareness."

Jiang Chaoyun started to roll up his sleeves: "Do you want to fight?"

"Junior brother calm down." Chu Hui said, "The materials I have here can't stand your toss, so hurry up and copy the door rules and send them to the master."

"You write it for me, I'll let you forget about the Gu worm last time."

"I also think, it's just that junior brother's handwriting can't be imitated by ordinary people."

Cursing voices came from the refining room.

Ling Yugeng, who walked to the door, stayed for a while. He didn't expect to run into Jiang Chaoyun who wanted to find a ghostwriter, but it failed, so he just turned a blind eye.

But... He has a high cultivation base, and he heard what the two of them said earlier. He glanced sideways at Chu Shun who was behind him. His thin young figure was dressed in the disciple uniform of the Acacia Sect.

The clothes of Hehuan Sect disciples have a white lining on the outside and a layer of peach-colored tulle on the outside. The bright red belt around the waist outlines the young man's slender waist. This outfit complements Chu Shun's porcelain-white and flawless face Added a bit of coquettishness.

During this period of time, he ate well, most of his injuries healed, and his complexion also improved.

Ling Yugeng met those beautiful and pure phoenix eyes, the two eyes met in the air, Ling Yugeng looked away without much emotion on his face.

He knocked on the door frame.

The two talking over there stopped and turned their heads to look at the door.

Ling Yugeng walked in, Chu Shun gradually followed behind him, and the two inside called "Master".

"Chu Hui." Ling Yugeng looked at the man holding the book over there.

Chu Hui put down the book in his hand, "What do you want Master to do?"

"You must have heard about it in the past few days, this..." Ling Yugeng turned sideways, revealing Chu Shun behind him, "From now on, I will be the closed disciple of my sect, your little junior brother, I will bring you here to meet you today , I will take care of you in the future."

"This is your second senior brother, Chu Hui." Ling Yugeng said to Chu Shun again, "That one is third senior brother."

Jiang Chaoyun held his breath, his face turned red.

Chu Hui glanced at Chu Shun, it was a bit different from what he had imagined, the young man was good-looking, but he seemed taciturn.

"Second Senior Brother." Chu Shun lowered his eyes and called out, "Third Senior Brother."

Chu Hui smiled gently.

Jiang Chaoyun snorted.

Chu Hui has a reliable temperament. With him in Ling Yugeng, there is no need to worry too much about Chu Shun's unfair treatment. It is time for Chu Shun to train with the disciples of the sect and integrate into the Hehuan Sect. He asked Chu Hui to take Chu Shun to listen to it later. The class of Zongmen Elder Meng.

Chu Hui agreed.

After Ling Yugeng finished explaining, he turned around and was about to leave. Chu Shun raised his hand, brushed Ling Yugeng's sleeve with his fingertips, curled up, and retracted it again. Ling Yugeng didn't miss this little action. He paused for a moment, didn't stop, and went straight out.

After all, children have to grow up, and it is not appropriate to rely too much on him.

Footsteps came from behind, "Master..."

Ling Yugeng stopped, turned sideways, and looked at Chu Shun.

"I..." Chu Shun didn't seem to know what to say. He lowered his head and kicked the gravel, "I will practice hard."

Ling Yugeng felt like a parent sending their child to school for the first time, "Yes."

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Ling Yugeng turned and left.

Chu Shun's lips moved slightly, looking at the back of the man leaving indifferently, he turned his head to look into the refining room.

What they said, I don't know what Ling Yugeng thinks.

The junior brother of the Hehuan Sect showed up. That morning, many people came to Elder Meng’s school to watch people. Chu Shun sat cross-legged in a corner, with books on the small table in front of him. his ears.

"he is the one……"

"It's him, he looks really good-looking..."

"But his cultivation level doesn't seem to be high, why did the suzerain accept him?"

"It's fine if it looks good. Anyway, in the future, double cultivation, if you suck up other people's cultivation..."

"How many times have I said it, our Hehuan Sect is not a cult! I heard that he is the suzerain's cauldron..."

Ling Yugeng turned a deaf ear to it, and read through the relevant historical records of the Hehuan Sect, all of which were some eclectic rumors related to the suzerain. Suddenly, his movements were slightly sluggish, but he didn't look up.

On the other side, Ling Yugeng sensed their words, and said "tsk" expressionlessly.

A shadow fell in front of Chu Shun, and a white and tender hand was pressed on the table. He raised his head and met Shang Jiang Chaoyun's round eyes, "Why are you sitting behind me?"

"Junior Brother Jiang, where is your place?" A disciple next to him reminded him, and directly demolished Jiang Chaoyun's stage.

Jiang Chaoyun gritted his teeth and glared at him.

"It's never been stipulated that I can't sit here." Chu Shun put down the book, and lowered his voice, which was still in the stage of changing his voice.

"Don't be complacent."

"I'm not proud."

"Don't think that Master sent you here in person, just to give you some honor." Jiang Chaoyun said, "You have no strength, you will be bored by Master sooner or later!"

Chu Shun pursed his lower lip and did not refute his words.

"Elder Meng is here!" Someone shouted.

Everyone went to sit down, and Jiang Chaoyun sat down directly in front of Chu Shun.

Elder Meng, with white hair and a Taoist demeanor, walked in, stroked his beard, "Be quiet."

The people below fell silent.

Elder Meng glanced around, and his eyes stayed on Chu Shun. A few days ago, the suzerain went to him to catch several spiritual objects. Jiang Chaoyun in front of Shun.

"Jiang Chaoyun, sit at the front." He said, "Since you are shorter than others, don't move closer, lest you get blocked and blame others for being tall."

"puff……"

Someone beside him let out a chuckle, it was Chu Hui.

Chu Shun also pursed the corners of his lips, Jiang Chaoyun stepped forward unwillingly, and muttered, "I'm only 13 years old, what's wrong with being short?"

After he left, Chu Hui turned his head to Chu Shun who was beside him and said, "Little Junior Brother, don't pay attention to his words."

Chu Shun had dealt with Chu Hui a lot in his previous life, knowing that he was gentle on the surface and not very pure in his heart, so he nodded his head to save face at this moment.

He no longer cared about those words.

"And that Nephew Chu." Elder Meng squinted his eyes and stroked his beard, and said, "You also sit in the front."

Chu Shun: "..."

Jiang Chaoyun gloated, "So you're not tall either."

Chu Shun: "..."

"I will grow taller." Chu Shun pursed his lips, his voice was very soft, with a bit of stubbornness.

Chu Shun and Jiang Chaoyun sat down one after the other.

Elder Meng glanced somewhere, Ling Yugeng withdrew his consciousness and shook his head.

Sure enough, he was still an ignorant young man.

……

When night fell, the candles in the wing room were extinguished.

Ling Yugeng sneaked into Chu Shun's room again, and tapped his acupoints with practice making perfect. The boy on the bed was unconscious, and he took Chu Shun's pulse. Today, there is no black air.

He reached out his hand and took out a sword manual from his pocket, placed it on the bedside, relieved Chu Shun's acupoints, and left quietly.

After he left, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment Ling Yugeng opened the door and came in, he woke up.

Ling Yugeng often broke into his room at night these days, and then made him lose consciousness. Chu Shun lay on the bed, listening to his own heartbeat in the dark night. He turned his head and saw the sword manual beside the bed.

The next morning, the white mist in the mountains was hazy. Ling Yugeng stood at the window, looking at the fat and tender spirit bird raised by Elder Houshan Meng. It tasted good too. There were footsteps at the door, and the disciples outside announced that it was Chu Shun who had come. .

Ling Yugeng turned around, sat down on the couch, and said, "Let him in."

The door of the palace was opened, and someone outside came in, holding a tray in his hand. Ling Yugeng propped his head to read a book, smelled the fragrance, and raised his head.

"what is this?"

"Lotus seed soup." Chu Shun said softly, "I saw the beautiful lotus seeds in the pond yesterday, so I picked some. I used to have lotus seeds at home. When I was hungry, I got some to eat."

Hungry enough to pick lotus seeds to eat, which cultivation family's child would fall to this point, these words coupled with the young man's understated tone made people feel distressed.

Ling Yugeng glanced at the lotus seed soup beside him.

Wait a minute.

"Where did you get the lotus seeds?" he asked.

Generally, lotus seeds are immature at this time of year, and he had a premonition in his heart.

Chu Shun pointed to the outside, "Over there."

Ling Yugeng: "..."

The plants here are all Lingzhi, and they grow out of careful care. The lotus seeds are very difficult to cultivate, and they are the seeds given by Jiang Chaoyun. Unexpectedly, they were squeezed by the protagonist.

"What's wrong?" Chu Shun knelt across the table and put the tray on the table.

Ling Yugeng looked at him at the same level, looking into his clear eyes.

"It's all right," he said.

"I made it specially for Master. I don't know if Master...will give you face." Chu Shun raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his eyes again.

"No, you can eat."

Ling Yugeng maintained a cold expression.

The disappointment on Chu Shun's face couldn't be concealed, "I know, I just want to honor my master, I don't know what I did wrong...Master, please don't be angry."

He seemed to sense other emotions from Ling Yugeng's indifferent expression, Ling Yugeng paused for a moment.

It was the same last time, Chu Shun seemed very afraid that he would get angry.

"Why all of a sudden?" he asked.

Chu Shun pursed his lips, "I don't know anything, if I want to repay Master, I can only do what I can."

Ling Yugeng recalled what Jiang Chaoyun said to Chu Shun yesterday, the young man is sensitive, he may be a newcomer, his own strength is insufficient, and he is afraid of being expelled from the school.

The lotus seed soup looks very good. In the original plot, the protagonist lives with the nanny in that remote small yard. After the nanny passed away, he is alone and helpless. He eats what he has, and makes what he doesn’t. generally survived.

If he didn't eat, Chu Shun might feel uneasy for a while.

Ling Yugeng stretched out his hand, took the spoon, and picked up the bowl. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chu Shun looking up at him. Ling Yugeng stirred the lotus seed soup in the bowl twice, and took a bite. Yes, it also contains aura.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he swallowed the lotus seed soup. He didn't show it on his face. He didn't know whether he liked it or not. He took a few mouthfuls, not wanting to be too gluttonous in front of Chu Shun, so he put down the bowl.

It's nice to be a human being.

Chu Shun turned his head to watch the man eat the lotus seed soup, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Does Master like it?"

"It's okay."

"Then I'll do it tomorrow."

Ling Yugeng wanted to say no, and met his bright eyes.

"There's no need to spend time on this." Ling Yugeng said.

The curve of Chu Shun's lips fell, and his eyes darkened a little, "I do these things willingly, and I don't waste time."

"If you want to do it, just do it." Ling Yugeng said.

Perhaps the best way to make him feel safe is to make him feel needed.

Chu Shun showed a smile, and said "Yes", "Master, if you don't mind, I will do it for you."

At about the same time, he stood up, bowed his hands and said, "Disciple, leave."

When he was walking behind, something fell from the crumpled skirt and floated in front of Ling Yugeng. He hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but the other hand was faster than him, and his hand covered it. On the table, the tip of the index finger touched the small mole on the middle finger of the other party.

The two hands were folded together, and the upper hand was lined up more gracefully, with well-defined and slender bones.

The boy's hands were a little cold.

Ling Yugeng paused, looked up and saw that the distance between the two was very close, Chu Shun's eyes dodged shyly, at a loss, Ling Yugeng's eyes moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the intersecting hands of the two, his heart sank.

Ling Yugeng picked up the things, retracted his hands, and stood up.

Chu Shun looked at the man who was much taller than him. He was only as tall as the other's shoulders. When he got close, he had to look up at him. He lowered his eyes and saw the small black mole on the side of Ling Yugeng's neck. He smelled it. There was a faint scent of incense on him.

"What is this?" Ling Yugeng looked at the talisman paper in his hand.

Chu Shun: "It's... Elder Meng's detention task yesterday."

Ling Yugeng turned it over and saw Chu Shun's handwriting on the back, with his own name written on it.

Chu Shun really felt ashamed this time.

He never went to a private school since he was a child, and he learned to read secretly by himself. He always used branches to write on the ground, and his handwriting would not be easy to see. The disciple wrote for him, not because of a wound in his hand, but because of his ugly handwriting, and he didn't want others to see it.

With a blushing face, he reached out and snatched the paper from Ling Yugeng's hand, rubbed it twice and stuffed it into his chest, and lowered his head to give Ling Yugeng a head.

"Why do you bow your head?"

"Disciple...the writing is not pretty." Chu Shun said, poking his palm with his fingertips, he could still feel the knuckles on the back of the man's hand.

"Then practice." Ling Yugeng said.

This made Ling Yugeng breathe a sigh of relief.

He was thinking too much.

Taking into account the young man's self-esteem, Ling Yugeng didn't say much, but assigned Chu Shun a task to practice calligraphy three times a day, and sent them to check the next day. Chu Shun was also obedient and asked him to practice calligraphy as Ling Yugeng When Ling Yugeng went to his room every night, he would often see candles burning late into the night.

The two lived in the same place, and they were both masters and apprentices. Ling Yugeng taught Chu Shun himself, and also taught him a little bit about swordsmanship. The interaction increased, and Chu Shun didn't need to notify him when he entered Ling Yugeng's hall.

After a long time, Ling Yugeng discovered some rules. Every ten days, black air would appear in Chu Shun's spiritual veins, and this black air would become stronger and denser as time went by. The more diligent Chu Shun practiced, the thicker the black air became.

The more Ling Yugeng absorbed, the longer it took to dissolve each time.

In late March, Ling Yugeng received a message from Bian Miao, she said that everything was fine and she would return to the sect soon.

This day and night, Ling Yugeng went to Chu Shun's room again to absorb the black energy on Chu Shun's body. On the way back, his disciples reported that something went wrong in Elder Yun's retreat, so Ling Yugeng temporarily sealed the black energy in one place. to visit.

After going back and forth for a long time, Ling Yugeng discovered that the black energy in his body would still spread, so he returned to the hall non-stop, set up a barrier to meditate, this time it took a long time to resolve it, and something went wrong .

There is a bug in Ling Yugeng's data.

To be more precise, it was a demon.

The fragile data was scrambled and turned into garbled characters. He closed his eyes and saw his inner demon. The moment he saw it, he knew it was fake.

The illusory scene constructed a picture in front of his eyes, and several system sounds appeared next to his ears. They whispered and buzzed in his ears, and gradually became clearer.

"067, that matchmaker system, I don't know if I can find a match under its hands."

"Is it really that amazing?"

"Of course, this is recognized by everyone!"

"It has bugs on it..."

"Why don't you report it to the main system and send it for repair..."

No, he doesn't want repairs, he doesn't have bugs!

A layer of sweat appeared on the forehead of Ling Yugeng, his breathing was a little short, and he frowned tightly to fight against it. He knew that as long as his heart was broken, the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness would be eroded. From a systematic point of view, that is The important boundary of the system, once breached, will become a system requiring maintenance.

The data gathered and condensed into a blue sea of ​​stars, like a sharp sword, shattering the illusory picture.

Panting heavily, Ling Yugeng woke up from the inner demons.

This demon is not difficult to break, but it is extremely insulting.

hateful.