The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

After two days of restless journey, they arrived near the address mentioned in Bian Miao's letter. In the deep mountains and old forests, the night was shrouded, the shadows of the trees were dancing, a fire was lit under the tree, and Ling Yugeng sat cross-legged by the tree.

There was a rustling sound of feet stepping on dry branches and leaves.

"Here is another piece of cake." Chu Shun took out a piece of cake from the bundle and handed it to Ling Yugeng.

Ling Yugeng: "I'm not hungry, you can eat."

Chu Shun sat down beside him, "It's a pity that I don't have time to go hunting in the mountains, otherwise Master wouldn't have nothing to eat."

Ling Yugeng turned his head and glanced at him. Chu Shun lowered his head, his eyebrows and eyes drooped docilely, his profile was handsome, and he could already see his handsome appearance in the future. Holding the dry food cake, he lowered his head and gnawed in small bites.

The filial piety is really touching.

"I've fasted the grain, I'm not hungry, you should eat more."

Chu Shun hadn't closed his eyes for a rest for the past two days, and his eyes were red from boiling. Ling Yugeng asked him to sleep later, and Chu Shun complied.

Ling Yugeng took out another storage bag, looked down for a while, and handed it to Chu Shun, "I don't know what will happen in the future, but it's full of life-saving things, you carry it with you."

Chu Shun was stunned, "This is from the elder to Master..."

"I don't need these." He put the things in Chu Shun's hands.

Chu Shun's gaze stayed on the storage bag for a moment.

He really has the demeanor of righteous self-sacrifice and self-sacrifice, and I don't know what kind of face he will have if he knows his demon blood.

Ling Yugeng leaned against the tree, and Chu Shun next to him was holding dry food in his hand. His chewing movements slowed down and he felt drowsy. his face.

Feeling the soft and delicate touch in the palm of his hand, Ling Yugeng rubbed his fingertips twice. He was really tired for the past two days and seemed to have lost weight. Chu Shun was still a little afraid of heights. In order not to delay the time, he didn't say anything along the way. What, seems to be used to the usual tolerance.

He let the boy lean on his shoulder so that he could have a good sleep.

A gust of wind blew by, and there was a rustling sound in the bushes. He glanced there from the corner of his eye, retracted his gaze, closed his eyes and leaned against the tree.

The two sat in this posture for two hours in a row, the moonlight gradually darkened, and the sky became gray. Chu Shun's head on Ling Yugeng's shoulder slid down and he woke up.

Ling Yugeng beside him also opened his eyes.

Chu Shun stood up, "I have offended you..."

"Chu Shun."

"Yes."

"Did I treat you badly?" Ling Yugeng asked.

Chu Shun was taken aback.

"No need to apologize for this kind of thing."

Chu Shun: "...disciple understands."

After a night's rest, it's time to move on.

Ling Yugeng got up, turned his feet, and walked to the side. When he moved in the bushes, a small black figure rushed out. Ling Yugeng had quick eyesight and quick hands, and directly grabbed the person.

Chu Shun: "Master, be careful!"

This guy has been following them since they entered this mountain forest last night, and Ling Yugeng didn't notice his malice, so Ling Yugeng didn't care, but it would be very dangerous for him to keep up with him in the next place.

After catching him, Ling Yugeng realized that the other person was smaller than he imagined, a small ball, only as high as his calf, with a dirty, unrecognizable face, dark, and Like the carbon that just came out of the stove, his hair was disheveled and messy, and he was dressed in coarse linen.

Ling Yugeng grabbed the little bunny-like guy by the back collar, struggled for a while, and found that he couldn't let go of the struggle, so he stopped struggling, and his limbs hung down as if he was pretending to be dead.

Ling Yugeng saw a few strands of black evil lingering on him: "Why did you follow us?"

The child secretly glanced at Ling Yugeng, his eyes were black and bright, and they were the most eye-catching part of his body, "Don't go to Shatang Village."

Hearing that he mentioned Shatang Village, Ling Yugeng looked at him carefully, "Why?"

"People will die." The child said, "Everyone will die."

Hearing these words, Chu Shun glanced at the man's side face, and clenched the sword in his hand with tight lips.

I don't like to hear others say that he will die.

Ling Yugeng suddenly saw a pendant protruding from the child's neck.

It is marginal.

He picked up the pendant, and the child covered it again.

"Who gave it to you?" Ling Yugeng asked.

In the lifeless village, the sky seemed to be covered by a cloud, and the wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground. There was no one on the road, and two people walked in at the entrance of the village.

Chu Shun: "How much will Master believe in his words?"

Ling Yugeng: "Do you think he's lying?"

"Make a wish, and one person in the village will die within seven days." Chu Shun said, "If there is such a god, can it really be called a god?"

He paid attention to the man's expression from the corner of his eye, but saw that he didn't have much reaction to the word "God", or in other words, he couldn't tell if he had a reaction, and his face was still calm.

"It's just an evil spirit."

Ling Yugeng just finished speaking.

At the corner of the street, four people were carrying the coffin, the two in front were wearing sackcloth and filial piety, scattered yellow paper money in their hands, no one was playing music, no one was crying, and there was silence.

The round paper money was thrown into the air, and then fluttered down again.

A heavy and oppressive atmosphere pervaded the place, and it was as silent as a dead city.

The street was deserted, Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun fell silent, and stood together under a shop, watching the coffin pass by them, and a piece of yellow paper money fell at their feet.

A spirit butterfly flew over, Ling Yugeng stretched out his hand, and the spirit butterfly stayed on Ling Yugeng's fingertips, because in the mountains he came across something that was tainted with the faint breath on the child's body, now it is much easier to find someone .

Lingdie stayed for a while, leading Ling Yugeng forward, but the direction Lingdie flew was the place where the coffin just passed.

Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun looked at each other.

At that moment, Ling Yugeng's brain data was running rapidly. Seeing that the other party was about to disappear at the corner of the street, he raised his heels first, and as he walked, Ling Yugeng felt something was wrong. The road seemed to have no end. The person holding the coffin also kept a close distance, no matter how fast he walked, he couldn't keep up with him.

The silent atmosphere made people panic.

At some point, Ling Yugeng couldn't hear the footsteps, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

At first, he was obviously on guard, but he still couldn't help being in a trance for a moment. This trance caused the scene in front of him to change, and the grotesque pictures flashed by. In front of him, there was a darkness where he couldn't reach his fingers. He couldn't hear anything. No sound, nor any feeling.

"Chu Shun."

No echo.

He stayed where he was for a moment, then continued walking forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ling Yugeng saw Chu Shun, but it was Chu Shun from childhood.

Before coming to this world, Ling Yugeng had seen that immature face, the darkness around him faded away, leaving a small area of ​​land, Chu Shun was lying on the window, and the voice of reciting the Book of Songs came from inside.

Ling Yugeng wanted to go forward, but no matter how he walked, Chu Shun in front of him was so far away from him, so he didn't bother anymore. After watching for a while, the screen changed and turned into a garden in the courtyard of Chu's family. , Chu Shun was pushed to the ground, and a person stood in front of him, holding a teapot and pouring water on him.

The faces around him were blurred, and laughter could be faintly heard.

Ling Yugeng curled up his fingertips and took two steps forward, but still couldn't get close.

The data fluctuated strongly, and Ling Yugeng felt a kind of emotion burning his chest. After a while, he understood that this was what humans call anger.

Those laughs gradually became sharper and gradually became blurred.

The scene changed again, when Chu Shun came back to the courtyard and found that the nanny was dying. The young boy had tears in his stubborn eyes and ran to get medicine for the nanny. Ling Yugeng saw him running in his direction and called him.

The boy passed straight through Ling Yugeng's body.

Ling Yugeng already understood that these were illusions.

The picture distorted for a few moments, and the style of the painting changed suddenly. Chu Shun was holding a knife, his throat was sealed with blood, and there were a few drops of blood on his fair face. But at this moment, if you get closer, you can see the prey hidden under his gentle expression.

And the corpse on the ground is "Ling Yugeng".

Chu Shun turned his head slightly.

At that moment, Ling Yugeng felt that the other party saw him.

In the previous hallucinations, Chu Shun couldn't see him, no matter what he called him, he couldn't hear or see him. This time, his eyes really fell on him.

His face was stained with blood, he was playing with a knife in his hand wrapped in gauze, and he had several scars on his body. He raised his foot and walked towards Ling Yugeng. His arc became terrifying.

He stopped in front of Ling Yugeng.

Ling Yugeng glanced behind him, but it was still dark.

It was him that the boy was looking at.

"Chu Shun..."

"Master." Chu Shun tilted his head and smiled at him, "What is Master doing here?"

"You..." Can you see me?

He paused at the end of his words, looked at the blood on the young man's face, and felt that it was a little annoying, he raised his hand, and wiped the blood on Chu Shun's cheek, Chu Shun lowered his eyes and glanced to the side, his eyes were calm.

This time, he thought, it was a bit like it.

This illusion pulled him in, recreating his past that he didn't want to remember one by one in front of him, which made people extremely unhappy, and the counterfeit just now, it was obvious at a glance that it was the delusion of the previous life. Since he was the dog of his stove, since it brought back unpleasant memories, he must be responsible to the end.

The dark side in his heart surged, he took a step forward, licked his lips, put his arms around his waist, "Master, I'm afraid..."

The other gauze-wrapped hand held the knife, and walked from behind the man towards his heart, like a poisonous snake hiding its fangs showing its claws, spitting out its snake letter dangerously.

Chu Shun approached suddenly, Ling Yugeng was stunned, smelled the smell of blood on his body, and remembered what he had seen and heard just now, he leaned over, gently pulled the boy into his arms, raised his hand, and put it on the back of the boy's head, He stroked the long hair behind him twice, "It's all right."

He's still not very good at comforting people.

In a dark environment, the two embraced each other. The young man raised his head, holding a knife in his hand, which was within a hair's breadth of reaching the position of the man's heart. The tall figure of the man enveloped him, stroking the back of his head.

This is a rare and tender side of a man, which gave Chu Shun a sense of familiarity.

The knife in his hand tightened and then loosened. He half-closed his eyes and turned his clenched hand against Ling Yugeng's back, "Master, is that you?"

——"Master, is that you?"

Ling Yugeng originally thought this was his illusion, and he was worried about the protagonist's illusion of blackening, but when Chu Shun asked this sentence, he felt that something was wrong, but before he could think about it, a sword intent from the side came over .

Ling Yugeng led Chu Shun back to the side, separated from each other in an embracing posture, and watched warily where the sword was coming. A person in the shadow held a sword and walked towards them. It was Ling Yugeng who should have died on the ground just now. .

When I suddenly saw someone who looked exactly like me, I would inevitably feel a strange feeling in my heart.

But Ling Yugeng is the system.

He has no heart.

Ling Yugeng calmly watched the other party approach.

The sword was dragged on the ground, making a crisp collision sound, the man stood in front of Ling Yugeng, the surrounding darkness faded, and it became a void, the ground was like a mirror, reflecting the sky, surrounded by the sky, nothing else.

Chu Shun also disappeared.

"Ling Yugeng" raised his sword and swung it towards him.

067 stretched out his hand and summoned the natal sword in the sea of ​​consciousness. The data formed a sword that was exactly the same as the opponent's. He resisted the opposite sword, and the collision made a harsh sound, and 067's tiger's mouth was numb from the shock.

He analyzed the method of deciphering the data of the opponent's moves, and began to wrestle with him. The battle in the Nascent Soul Realm left only afterimages of their moves in the air.

After a stick of incense, 067 won.

But not completely, after he killed the other party, the other party disappeared, and the data firewall in his spiritual consciousness was attacked by a virus, causing bursts of pain. Soon, he realized the trap in this illusion, because this was his own illusion, even if If you kill the opponent, your own sea of ​​consciousness will also be impacted, but if you don't kill, you will be trapped in this lifetime.

He had seen this kind of illusion in ancient books.

Ling Yugeng sloppily repaired and strengthened the firewall, and continued walking with his sword in hand. After walking two steps, he was pulled into another illusion.

The two are fighting.

Chu Shun faced the same scene as he had just now, but it was a little different.

The two Chu Shun faced each other, one was wearing a black dress and the other was wearing a black and red robe. Compared with the former, his eyebrows and eyes were much more mature and coquettish. His long hair was scattered behind him. He just stood there without moving, with a sleepy expression. , and yawned lazily, in front of him was a black and red black iron sword wrestling with Chu Shun.

It was just a sword, and Chu Shun, who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, was already injured all over his body.

The sword slashed across the young Chu Shun's face, he tilted his head, and there was a scar on his cheek, which oozes blood, Chu Shun wiped it with his fingertips, pulled the corners of his lips and chuckled, and licked his fingertips Trace, holding the sword, continued to move forward.

Chu Shun was bruised all over his body, his chest was slapped by the black iron sword, and his body fell backward like a kite.

He couldn't help feeling ridiculous.

Chu Shun spat out a mouthful of blood, supported his body with the sword and continued to stand up, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

There is only one way to break this illusion, and that is to defeat the opponent. After winning, one's own sea of ​​consciousness will also be damaged. The idea behind this is not bad.

In the shadow of swords and swords, Chu Shun heard a sound transmission in his ears.

"Dementor Bell."

Chu Shun reacted very quickly and took out the soul-destroying bell, injected spiritual power, and the bell rang, but it was a pity that his cultivation was not enough to confuse the future "him".

When Chu Shun's body fell back again, he didn't fall to the ground, but fell into an embrace. Ling Yugeng's data constructed a protective net around it, and the black iron sword hit the net.

Ling Yugeng took the bell in his hand, "Leave the sword to me, and you deal with him."

He raised his eyes and bumped into Chu Shun's black eyes, "Can it be done?"

The evil point of this illusion is that only when you defeat yourself, the opponent will dissipate, otherwise no matter how many times others kill you, the opponent will regenerate.

Chu Shun was panting, his body was covered with injuries, and he still nodded his head when he met Ling Yugeng's eyes.

He's still...too weak.

Damn.

Chu Shun gritted his teeth unwillingly.

"With a clear conscience, do your best."

As if aware of his emotions, warm palms wrapped the back of his clenched fists and patted twice.

Chu Shun raised his head, and the man in front of him got up, leaving a long and slender figure in front of him, like a wall of copper and iron.

Ling Yugeng was quite sure that the guy in black makeup opposite him was the later protagonist in the original text. He didn't know if it was because of his influence that the illusion went awry.

On his side is Ling Yugeng in the original text, and on Chu Shun's side is Chu Shun in the original text.

The opponents that Mirage picked for them were all in the best condition, and it was normal for Chu Shun not to be able to beat them.

Ling Yugeng poured spiritual power into the bell.

With his words, there should be no problem.

The dementing bell has an effect on "Chu Shun", and the other party yawned lazily. Hearing this sound, he squinted his eyes and looked at Ling Yugeng. There was a ruthless look in his eyes, and he wanted to attack him. A figure stopped in front of him.

Chu Shun: "Your opponent is me."

Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun were in charge of the sword and the person.

Ling Yugeng fought with Xuan Tiejian, and distractedly used the dementor bell to interfere with "Chu Shun" over there. Several times Xuan Tiejian tried to slip away from him, but he stopped him, and the attack became more and more disorganized, which also means that Then its owner started to mess up.

a long time.

The black iron sword trembled in the air and fell to the ground.

Ling Yugeng seemed to have sensed something, panting and looked towards Chu Shun.

The young man was covered in wounds, his clothes were soaked in blood, and he was like a ferocious wolf cub during the fight, showing his murderous intent, almost defeating the opponent in a self-destructive way, at this moment the sword supported the ground, and slowly fell down .

When Chu Shun was in a trance, a vague figure of a man appeared in his eyes, and he walked towards him. He was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift a finger, and the man in his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of illusory white light.

It was like a... God fell from the sky.

He moved his fingertips.

Ling Yugeng squatted down in front of him, and helped the scarred young boy up with a half hug.

Chu Shun leaned his head on his chest and heard the sound of his heart beating, which echoed in his ears. He coughed twice, and the blood he spit out stained the neckline of his white clothes.

Inexplicably, it doesn't look very pleasing to the eye.

Chu Shun reached out his hand to wipe him, but Ling Yugeng held his hand, perhaps whispering something in his ear, but Chu Shun didn't hear clearly.

"Dirty..." He said hoarsely.

Ling Yugeng looked down, not knowing when Chu Shun had obsessive-compulsive disorder, he performed a cleaning technique, and coaxed unconsciously: "Okay, it's not dirty anymore."

"Master..."

"Ah."

"I'm in so much pain."

Ling Yugeng sent spiritual power to him, and when he heard the young man say "pain" in a low voice, he couldn't help looking at his face.

"Can you hug me?" Chu Shun asked in a low voice, then said weakly, "If you can't, let's forget it. I'll just bear it. Although it hurts, I'm used to it."

Ling Yugeng sighed softly and took him into his arms.

Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life.