The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

It was already bright outside. On the edge of the corridor, the fish in the lake swam with their tails. There were layers of ripples on the lake, and the clouds in the distance were misty.

"Master." Chu Shun handed over the rice paper from yesterday's calligraphy practice.

Ling Yugeng looked at the handwriting on it. For so many days, the progress has been very subtle. Compared with Chu Shun's other aspects, the progress in this aspect seems to be too slow.

He raised his head and looked at Chu Shun who was opposite, Chu Shun lowered his head, Ling Yugeng got up and asked Chu Shun to follow him to the study, wanting to see for himself how Chu Shun wrote.

"Master, there will be morning training later." Chu Shun followed behind him.

Ling Yugeng: "It won't take long."

Chu Shun: "I... have a stomachache."

Ling Yugeng paused, turned sideways, "Where is the discomfort?"

Elder Yun's practice went wrong last night, because the spiritual energy was broken from the dantian.

Chu Shun hesitated, but Ling Yugeng walked up to him and put his hand on his abdomen. Chu Shun felt a warm current pouring into his dantian. When he wanted to retreat, Ling Yugeng wrapped his other hand around his waist. He stopped his back steps.

Chu Shun's back stiffened, and he was rarely so close to people.

He looked up and saw the man with his eyes closed, and he paused again.

Ling Yugeng would come to his room every night, he knew it, every time Ling Yugeng would seal his acupuncture points and make him lose consciousness, he wanted to see what he would do, but he didn't do anything every time.

He raised his eyelids, and in his field of vision was the man's sharp jaw and lips. The line of his lips was stretched into a straight line, as if there was no warmth.

It was only when he was eating that he seemed to be able to glimpse a part or two of his human aura, but when he was next to him, it was like a gust of wind, making it hard to fathom.

He is always dressed in plain clothes, just like a piece of pure white paper. No one in the world has selfish desires. Chu Shun has seen too many ugly faces. He wants to see this white paper stained with different colors. I want to stain this white dress, I want a man to expose his selfish desires, tear up his appearance, and see a saint who has no desires and desires step into the world.

There was a slight twinkle in his eyes, and he stood on tiptoe.

Feeling Chu Shun's breath approaching, Ling Yugeng opened his eyes, his eyes met Chu Shun's gaze, Chu Shun licked his lips, his lips were bright red, his eyes looked like a pitiful puppy, his black eyes were moist, I want to say more.

Several people in the previous life used beauty tricks in front of him. This kind of technique, if you watch it a lot, you will be able to master it.

"Don't pretend to be sick if you have nothing to do." Ling Yugeng's voice was colder and deeper than usual, he loosened his waist and retracted his hand.

He had seen a lot of tricks to skip class and play tricks before, so how could he fall for Chu Shun's little trick.

He walked into the study with a cold expression.

Chu Shun: "..."

He had no choice but to follow, lowering his head to follow the hem of the man's clothes, stepping fast and sometimes slow, stepping on his shadow.

The environment in the study room is elegant and quiet. There are rice paper brushes on the table and bookshelves full of books. Ling Yugeng took out a piece of rice paper, spread it flat on the table, pressed it with a paperweight, and rubbed the ink with his hand. After a while, he asked Chu Shun to come up and write his name.

Chu Shun pursed his lips and picked up the brush, glanced at Ling Yugeng, and when he was about to write, he heard Ling Yugeng say "wrong".

Chu Shun's brush posture was wrong. Ling Yugeng picked up another brush and gestured for him, but Chu Shun couldn't learn it anyway. The moment Ling Yugeng stretched out his hand and touched Chu Shun's fingertips, Chu Shun's hand One loose.

The brush slipped from his hand.

The room was silent, and birds flew by outside the window.

Ling Yugeng: "Can't hold a pen?"

Chu Shun came back to his senses, put the back of his hand behind his back and wiped it twice, bowed his head and said:

"My disciple is stupid. No one taught me since I was a child. I only learned how to read in the corner of a private school. I only saw how others took it, so I learned it."

Ling Yugeng paused, "It's okay, take your time."

He picked up the brush and handed it to Chu Shun again. Chu Shun hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take it, and Ling Yugeng helped him adjust his posture.

The tall figure enveloped Chu Shun, and the cold and elegant fragrance came. Chu Shun looked down at the hands that they met. The man's palm was warm, and it pressed against the back of his hand. The hand is wrapped, but there are not many places where it actually touches.

He found that Ling Yugeng didn't seem to like physical contact with people.

Holding the writing brush, Chu Shun landed on the rice paper, his thoughts seemed to return to the summer many years ago, playing with children of the same age as him, he stood alone outside the window of the private school, listening to the teacher's lecture...

The hand holding the pen tightened, and the pen in his hand broke with a "click".

But he didn't hear Ling Yugeng speaking next to him.

Ling Yugeng looked at the young man's thin shoulders.

The fundamental reason why the inner demons are called inner demons is because the inner demons come from the most vulnerable and fearful side of the human heart.

Ascetics are the most taboo heart demon.

Ling Yugeng was never bewitched by the inner demon, but he felt a huge humiliation.

"Master?" Chu Shun called out in doubt.

Hearing Chu Shun's voice, Ling Yugeng saw that the pen in his hand was broken: "Don't use too much force."

He took another pen, put it in Chu Shun's hand, and taught him how to write with strength.

After Chu Shun wrote a few words, he couldn't sit still. Let him write these boring things, it is better to practice swords. Ling Yugeng saw his growing impatience and the faint irritability in his handwriting, which was more or less a bit I am tired of studying.

He stretched out his hand to hold the back of Chu Shun's hand, and covered the boy's hand with his broad palm. When he felt that the distance was too close, he wanted to move his hand away, but stopped.

He sneered with disdain in his heart, demons, he couldn't possibly have demons.

He led Chu Shun to write a few words on the paper, "Let's write these today."

Chu Shun was keenly aware of his mood swings.

Ever since seeing Ling Yugeng today, Ling Yugeng has a faint sense of restlessness. It is difficult for others to detect this subtle change, but recently Chu Shun and him meet each other every day, and they can detect some small changes in his expression. to very clear.

He frowned several times, as if troubled.

Chu Shun lowered his head, and gently rubbed the back of his hand against the hem of his clothes.

There are tens of thousands of books in Zangshu Pavilion. On the attic, only inner disciples can enter it. Ling Yugeng sat in the corner, looking at the crash book in his hand with a serious expression.

In terms of refining equipment, repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles.

"Master?"

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and saw that it was Chu Hui. Chu Hui saw that he was reading the book "Smelting Weapons, From Beginner to Master", he paused for a moment, and asked hesitantly what he was reading this book for.

"It's nothing to do." Ling Yugeng put down the book in his hand with a calm expression.

Chu Hui: "Master, why don't you take a look at these."

He took a few books from the bookshelf and put them on the table, and said: "That book was just put there on purpose by the elders to scare those laymen who don't know how to use the method inside to make weapons, and they will definitely fail. , cannot be formed."

High-sighted, low-handed, unknown, layman, Ling Yugeng: "..."

Ling Yugeng's face was tense, as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, he took the book that Chu Hui put on the table, and glanced at it twice.

"Master wants to refine weapons?" Chu Hui asked.

Ling Yugeng heard his tentative intentions, and said, "Make a sword for your junior brother."

Since everyone has said that he took Chu Shun as his apprentice because he wanted him to be a furnace, it is better to use it to stir up the muddy water.

Chu Hui nodded clearly, took the book he was looking for without bothering him, and left.

Ling Yugeng looked at his disappearing back and looked away.

These two apprentices have always been smart and careful, but some of his actions made him suspicious. There is a saying in the cultivation world, but whether it is his body or his soul, they are all transit stations in the system, so there can be no troubles.

Excluding Chu Shun, his three disciples were only nominal, and only taught Bian Miao a little bit, Jiang Chaoyun learned medicine refining from Elder Meng, and Chu Hui learned weapon refining from another elder.

Ling Yugeng stayed in Zangshu Pavilion for a few days.

Late at night, in the Xiuzhu Palace, the young man in the courtyard was still awake, practicing his sword diligently, his figure was outstanding and sharp, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, shrouded in the hazy moonlight, his clothes fluttered in the air, An afterimage, a set of sword skills practiced to the end, the boy ended with a crisp posture.

"Master!" He turned his head and saw the man at the door, and he didn't know how long he stood there.

Chu Shun was stunned for a moment, and then a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Why is Master here?"

Having just practiced the sword, the young man's face still had a blush, and the sweat dripped down the skirt of his clothes and sank into his neckline.

Chu Shun surrounded Ling Yugeng, like a cheerful bird, saying that he had been practicing his handwriting for the past few days, but perhaps it was too hot, so he tugged at the front of his clothes, the neckline was pulled loose, and his collarbone was exposed When it came out, there was a thin layer of sweat floating on it, with a crystal clear luster, and the skin was a little red from scratching with his fingertips.

Ling Yugeng looked down.

Chu Shun curled his lower lip, "Master, come in and have a cup of tea."

Ling Yugeng raised his eyes to meet his clear eyes, he always thought a lot before, how could he have other thoughts when he was so innocent.

Ling Yugeng: "It's cold at night, since you're sweating, you should put on your clothes well, so as not to catch the cold and get chills."

Chu Shun: "..."

"Oh." He responded in a low voice, gathered his clothes, a strand of black hair slipped from the side of his neck, and stuck to his neck, "I'm just a little hot."

"It will cool down later." Ling Yugeng said, "You have built your foundation for more than a month, it's time to learn how to control the sword."

"Yu Jian?" The young man looked up at him excitedly.

"Yes." Ling Yugeng glanced at the sky, "Today is too late..."

"It's not too late, it's not too late," Chu Shun said, "I'm not sleepy yet, master teach me."

He was so eager to learn, so Ling Yugeng didn't refuse. He taught Chu Shun a set of mental formulas, asking him to learn how to control the sword first. Chu Shun did as he did, but no matter what, he couldn't control the sword to move according to his will. Flying around, the scene was in a panic, Chu Shun ran straight into Ling Yugeng's arms in order to avoid the sword.

Ling Yugeng supported his shoulders, and held the hilt of the flying sword. The sword became obedient in his hand, and lost its aura after struggling twice.

There was silence everywhere in the dark night, the slender young man in his arms was panting, and the vibration in his chest seemed to be conveyed. After all this tossing, not to mention sweating, his clothes were torn several times.

"Disciple...disciple is stupid." Chu Shun raised his head, like an elf boy in the moonlight in the dark night, clear and beautiful, with a pure youthful look on his face.

Ling Yugeng let go of his shoulders, took a step back to widen the distance, and said: "Diligence can make up for weakness, but it must be moderate. Go and rest first, memorize the formulas, and practice tomorrow."

"Master... Can you master swordsmanship?"

"Ah."

Chu Shun looked at him eagerly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Ling Yugeng said he would demonstrate it to him, Chu Shun nodded, Ling Yugeng directly borrowed his sword, poured in spiritual power, and stopped when he reached an accurate value, let go of the hilt, the sword was hanging in the air, Ling Yugeng Standing up, maintaining his balance and getting used to it, Yu Jian made a circle in the air, while Chu Shun looked up at him.

The perspective from above is very different. Ling Yugeng can see the whole bamboo forest, and Chu Shun standing in the middle of the bamboo forest. Chu Shun is wearing the peach-colored disciple uniform. White is brilliant.

Mofa behind Ling Yugeng drew an arc in the air.

……

Bian Miao sent back the news that he was coming back, but a month later, there was still no sign of him. For the past month, Ling Yugeng had been teaching Chu Shun how to control the sword every day, but Chu Shun couldn't learn how to do it, and the sword flew around, so Chu Shun just Can run towards him from time to time, and every time it ends with him holding the sword.

Chu Shun was not bullied in the sect, so Ling Yugeng was relieved, and sneaked into his room to absorb the black energy, and the blackness value has gradually dropped to 90.00%, which is a great improvement.

Until that day and night, when Chu Shun ran into him, he held the sword, and a paper crane with spiritual energy flew over and landed on the sword.

It was a letter from Bian Miao.

But it was not good news, it was a letter for help, in which she said that she was passing through a mountain, the place was very strange, she met a woman, and knowing that she was a disciple of Hehuan Sect, she was detained.

The letter didn't say much, after reading the letter, the aura dissipated, and the letter also disappeared.

That place is within the territory of the Hehuan Sect and should be under the jurisdiction of the Hehuan Sect.

The elders also received the news the next day. There are four elders in the Hehuan Sect, two of them are still retreating, and the other two came to discuss the matter with him.

In the meeting hall of the Hehuan Sect, the three sat down, the disciples beside them poured tea for them, and the two elders sang together.

"The letter specifies that the suzerain should go there, I'm afraid the person who comes will be unkind."

"I'm afraid it's an enemy."

"Maybe it's love and hatred."

"Another romantic debt."

"The suzerain might as well stay in the Hehuan sect. Martial nephew Bian has always been clever. Since he didn't say much in the letter, it means he doesn't want the suzerain to go."

Holding the teacup, Ling Yugeng took a sip, and said softly, "Bian Miao is my disciple, since she has been appointed to go, how can I ignore her."

"Sect Master..." The elder wanted to persuade him a few more words.

Ling Yugeng's cultivation is not real, he is talented, but he doesn't have much experience.

Suddenly, the elder's voice changed, "He Fangxiao is young? Haven't come out yet?"

There was a silence in the hall, Ling Yugeng looked towards the door, and saw a small piece of peach-colored robe slowly revealing, a young man wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Hehuan Sect appeared at the door, his face was like a peach blossom, his gaze was shining brightly, and he walked away with a tense face came in.

"Hello, two elders." Chu Shun saluted, then looked up at Ling Yugeng, "Master."

"What are you doing here?" Ling Yugeng asked.

Chu Shun said: "Today, my disciple went to the orchard to pick the fruit. When he saw that the guava was ripe, he specially sent it to Master, and wanted Master to taste it."

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Master is going down the mountain?"

Ling Yugeng said "yes", Chu Shun said: "I...I also want to go with Master."

Ling Yugeng didn't reject it outright. The world of comprehension is already full of crises. Those who can make it to the end are all seniors who have not experienced dangers. Only tempering can make people grow. Besides, with him around, they can protect Chu Shun. Give him support.

Furthermore, if it is really "him"'s love debt, it is also good to let Chu Shun see his true face, let him have no reverie about him, and add an insurance.

After all, the master-student relationship is not too safe.

After the disciples of the sect established their foundation, they would go down the mountain to practice, and it was almost time for Chu Shun.

After thinking about it for a while, Ling Yugeng agreed to Chu Shun's words.

Ling Yugeng had already made a decision, and the two elders could not refute it.

Recently, the sect has nothing important to do. Ling Yugeng made a decision on the same day and was ready to leave the next day. The next day, when the sky was bright, Ling Yugeng went out and saw Chu Shun at the door. He promised yesterday, but regretted it the next day.

As soon as the door was opened, Chu Shun woke up, and opened his eyes sleepily, with shadows in front of him, he raised his head, and there was a mark on the side of his face.

Ling Yugeng: "When did you come?"

Chu Shun didn't answer, but said, "I'm afraid of oversleeping, so I came early."

"Let's go." Ling Yugeng said no more.

Chu Shun got up, not knowing whether he was numb from squatting, or what, his body fell forward, and Ling Yugeng held his hand. Recently, this kind of physical contact has become more and more numb.

This time the trip was low-key, Elder Meng came to see him off, desperately stuffed him with a few life-saving magic weapons, and whispered in his ear, telling him to run away if he couldn't beat him when the time came.

The corner of Ling Yugeng's mouth twitched twice, and he glanced at Chu Shun who was on the side. Chu Shun looked at him with his burden in his arms, met his gaze, and smiled slightly.

This trip was in a hurry, Ling Yugeng planned to fly with the sword, Chu Shun didn't know how to control the sword, so he could only be on the same sword with him, and then the two of them would have close contact for a long time.

I forgot about this before.

"Master... don't you want to ride the same sword with me?" Chu Shun asked, "It's okay, Master can go first, I will ride a horse. Although the journey is far and difficult, the disciple will definitely not let the master go. Disappointed."

Ling Yugeng: "... Come up."

Letting a person who has never traveled a long distance go alone, he is not so crazy.

The space above the sword was limited, and when it was hanging in the air, a hand behind him carefully pulled the belt around his waist, but as the space rose, the hand of the person behind him began to move the position on the belt non-stop.

"Don't look down." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun said "hmm".

The sword flew into the air, and the wind blew over. Ling Yugeng's hair brushed against Chu Shun's cheek. Chu Shun half closed his eyes, rubbed his shoulder on the place where the hair swept over his cheek, and the hand holding Ling Yugeng's belt tightened. tight.

Ling Yugeng: "..."

He straightened his belt, and after a while, the belt was torn loose again. After going back and forth a few times, Ling Yugeng's patience disappeared.

His belt was about to be ripped off.

He reached out and clasped Chu Shun's wrist, pulled his hand to his waist, and said in a neutral voice, "Help me, there are no valuables here."

They're all men, why are they so awkward, they're all coming up, it's not too bad.

Furthermore, he cannot be prejudiced against him because of his past experience.

The distance between the two of them narrowed in an instant.

Chu Shun lowered his eyes halfway, and slowly clasped his hands together.

"Master, you smell really good." His voice was not heavy, but every word and every word fell clearly in Ling Yugeng's ears.

The sword almost deviated from the course and fell, Ling Yugeng controlled himself with extremely strong rationality, the sword just drifted in the air, and the hands clasped around his waist hugged a little tighter in order to maintain balance.

"It's like the smell of mother." Chu Shun added.

He had never smelled his mother's scent, but the smell of Ling Yugeng's body seemed to be reliable, with such broad shoulders and such a tall figure.

Just like a tired bird returning to its nest, it is a place where it can stay and rest. The nest is warm enough to make people relax, as if to make people indulge in it.

Warm, generous, and a habitat that makes people feel safe.

Ling Yugeng: "...Mother?"

"I haven't seen my mother." Chu Shun said, "But I think, if there is, it will have this smell."

Ling Yugeng: "..."

Chu Shun seemed to come back to his senses: "The disciple offended."

"It's okay."

Ling Yugeng heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't finish his breath. There were mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't show anything on his face. The wind blew past his dull face, and the corners of his lips were tensed.