The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

Back in the Hehuan Sect, Ling Yugeng arranged everything properly, found a time, and went to Elder Meng.

There are spiritual plants planted all over the mountains and spiritual things, and the greenery is full of greenery. The disciples in the medicine field are picking spiritual plants. A man in white robes walks among them, attracting the disciples' attention.

In front of Chu Shun and Bian Miao, Ling Yugeng kept pretending that nothing happened, but the bugs in his body and sea of ​​consciousness had begun to faintly get out of control, and he came back to Elder Meng just to recuperate.

Elder Meng is an alchemist, although the alchemy he practiced most of the time is not very serious, in line with the style of the Acacia sect, but he still has some skills in him.

Blocking is worse than sparse, since the bug will not be fixed for a while, why not come over and take some medicine.

Inside the room, there were pill bottles on the shelf. Elder Meng stroked his white beard and walked back and forth in front of the shelf. Ling Yugeng sat at the table behind him, sipping tea.

Elder Meng: "I heard from Bian Miao that she wants to take in disciples? You two, master and disciple, why go out and lead people to the sect."

Ling Yugeng: "The aptitude of her disciple is not bad, and it will be included in the genealogy in a few days."

Elder Meng: "Speaking of which, your little apprentice isn't even on the genealogy."

"No rush, that's right." Ling Yugeng put down his teacup, "After the injury is healed, I decided to take Chu Shun out to practice together. I hope all the elders will take care of the sect's affairs."

"Experience is also good, nephew Chu..." Elder Meng shook his hand, and almost dropped the pill bottle in his hand, "What did you say? You want to take him to practice? Sovereign Master, you are a double-cultivation charmer... ...cough cough, suzerain please think twice."

Hai time.

The sky was completely dark, Ling Yugeng and Elder Meng had disagreements, and broke up unhappy. He returned to the residence with air-conditioning in his body, and before he entered, he saw a candle burning inside. Without thinking too much, he pushed the door open and walked in.

There was mist floating upwards from the censer, exuding a breathable and relaxing fragrance. Ling Yugeng couldn't help but relax after being tensed for the past few days and returning to his own realm.

There was a tub behind the screen, the water was clear and steaming upwards, Ling Yugeng walked to the tub, fiddled with the water a couple of times, no need to think too much about who got it.

He raised his hand to take down the hairpin, a head of black hair poured down, put the hairpin on the table with his slender fingers, turned to the skirt, untied his clothes, hung it on the screen, and planned to take a bath.

The calm water broke through and reached Ling Yugeng's chest. The warm water wrapped his body. He raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief. No wonder people love spa treatments. It's really good and very comfortable.

Suddenly there was a sound of ping-pong-pong at the door, accompanied by a muffled groan from his little apprentice, Ling Yugeng opened his eyes, got up from the water quickly, put on his robe, walked around the screen, and saw Chu at the door. Shun picked up the wine glass on the ground.

"Master..." Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and the words stuck in his throat.

In the past, the dignified master's clothes were disheveled, his robe was half-closed, his neckline was half-open, his clavicle and chest muscle lines could be seen clearly, his black hair and tail were slightly wet, and water was dripping down, and the clothes he wore casually were wet on his chest and waist. took a piece.

Ling Yugeng's clothes were already made clear and as thin as the wings of a cicada, so they were attached to his body indistinctly. Chu Shun was stunned for a moment, and when he lowered his head, he saw his feet under the robe.

In the dead of night, there was no one around.

Ling Yugeng came out in a hurry, didn't use spiritual energy to dry his hair, he just pulled up a piece of clothes and put them on, he didn't wear shoes, he was wet all over, he stood not far away, looking at the top of the little apprentice's hair ,"What's wrong?"

"The disciple came to bring wine to the master. It was brought by the senior sister. She said that the peach blossom wine had been buried under the peach blossom tree. Tonight, she was drinking with the senior brothers, so she sent a pot here. Just now I... I accidentally tripped over it."

His voice was low and fast, except for the last part, there was almost no pause, as if it was a pre-set program, Ling Yugeng took a step forward, "Did you fall?"

Chu Shun shook his head, picked up the tumbled jug and put it on the tray, "Fortunately..."

He saw Ling Yugeng's feet exposed when he was walking, and looked away with a hot face, "...the wine was not spilled."

"Get up." Ling Yugeng bent down and took the tray in his hand, "It's getting late, go to rest early, you don't need to work here."

Chu Shun said "hmm".

After Ling Yugeng turned his back, he raised his head and looked at him again. His broad-shouldered back was more human than when he was usually indifferent, and he was no longer like that unreachable god.

Ling Yugeng stopped walking and turned sideways, "You come in first."

Chu Shun: "..."

He followed, passed the screen, and saw the clothes falling on the ground beside the screen, maybe Ling Yugeng accidentally knocked it off.

Ling Yugeng suddenly realized that his image was inappropriate, so he stopped, and the people behind bumped into him, Chu Shun snorted, and took two steps back.

"The disciple offends, the master forgives the sin."

"No problem." Ling Yugeng gave this answer as usual, "You wait here for a while."

To be a teacher - he looked down at his clothes, it was not good.

Chu Shun waited there, watching Ling Yugeng enter the room, and his figure disappeared behind the hazy curtain.Illuminated by the red candlelight, Chu Shun tilted his head, and his eyes fell on the fallen clothes.

After a while, he walked to the screen, bent down and picked up his clothes.

The cool and moist touch on the tip of his nose has not yet dissipated, and there is a faint fragrance. He has a light expression on his face, looks down at the clothes in his hand, rubs his fingertips twice, raises his hand, and hears the sound of footsteps behind him. Chu Shun raised his hand and hung the clothes on the screen.

He turned around and saw the man came out with his clothes neatly dressed, only his hair was still loose and had been dried, completely gone from his previous amorous appearance.

"You take these medicines." Ling Yugeng handed him several porcelain bottles.

Chu Shun was holding the porcelain bottle, which seemed to have a man's body temperature on it, "Master's injury...healed?"

"It's just a flesh injury." Ling Yugeng said, "The cold spring is good for healing, you can go to practice."

……

No one except Elder Meng knew about Ling Yugeng's injury. After Chu Shun recuperated, Ling Yugeng's side calmed down. He wanted to make a scabbard for Chu Shun.

Three years later, Chu Shun will get his natal sword. The sword is powerful, but it is very evil and has no scabbard, which will affect the sword owner.

The world of comprehension pays attention to causality and chance, it should belong to Chu Shun, and it will always belong to him. Moreover, if the sword is not on his body, it may cause catastrophe in the future, so it is better to hold it in your own hands.

Ling Yugeng was not used to seeing Chu Shun for several days.

The boundaries of habit are blurred, which doesn't make Ling Yugeng feel dangerous, but it is indeed a dangerous nature.

Ling Yugeng often went to Zangshu Pavilion, and met Chu Hui a few times. This second disciple always greeted him respectfully. He asked him about refining weapons, and gradually the two of them often discussed about refining weapons in Zangshu Pavilion. The problem.

At night, Ling Yugeng went to the cold spring of Hehuanzong, and Chu Shun, who was in the middle, was practicing cross-legged, and someone would bring him food every day.

Ling Yugeng looked at it from a distance, it is inconvenient to disturb during cultivation, the injury and weakness of the sea of ​​consciousness is a good time for the heart demon to invade, Ling Yugeng was not at ease, and stood there for a long time before leaving.

After he left, Chu Shun slowly opened his eyes, stared at the exit for a while, and then closed his eyes again.

The evil fire is not extinguished, the inner demons are lingering, and the spiritual power tends to flow backwards, and he suppresses it with extremely strong reason.

Three months later, Chu Shun left the customs.

Jiang Chaoyun heard that Ling Yugeng was going to take Chu Shun out for training, and had been pestering Ling Yugeng for the past few days, and wanted to go with them, so he almost packed himself into Ling Yugeng's side with his baggage.

Chu Shun went out to Ling Yugeng's palace.

"Master, take me with you, the disciple will be obedient..."

Before entering, Chu Shun heard the boy's coquettish voice inside, and the boy who hadn't changed his voice sounded like a cat meowing with a bit of tenderness and softness.

He stopped outside the door, and heard another person inside sigh softly, "Chao Yun, you are too young."

—— Chao Yun.

This was the first time Chu Shun heard Ling Yugeng call his "little brother".

"I have built the foundation." Jiang Chaoyun said unconvinced.

Ling Yugeng: "Don't mess around."

"Master, take me with you, I promise to be obedient."

Ling Yugeng didn't believe his rhetoric, and said softly: "You are not obedient now, so why talk about the future."

"..." Jiang Chaoyun was blocked and had nothing to say.

"Master." Chu Shun knocked on the door.

Ling Yugeng looked up at the door, said "Come in", and Chu Shun opened the door and walked in. The last time he stepped here was three months ago, and three months passed in a flash.

The man in the hall was sitting behind the table, and the slender young man in pink student uniform stood beside him and rubbed the ink for him. When the young man saw him, he curled his lips.

Chu Shun greeted Ling Yugeng, and Ling Yugeng asked him to come over and hold the spiritual veins for him, feeling that the power contained in his spiritual veins was much stronger.

"I heard what you just said." Chu Shun took the initiative.

Next to him, Jiang Chaoyun snorted at him, and said aggrievedly: "Master is biased, only take him, not me."

Ling Yugeng: "..."

Ling Yugeng: "Chao Yun—"

"Senior brother Jiang wants to practice together, and the disciple has no objection." Chu Shun interrupted Ling Yugeng, "Is it just that senior brother wants to practice together just out of anger, or does he really want to practice?"

The word "struggle for favor" came out of Chu Shun's mouth so naturally, in a flat tone as if he didn't feel that he had said anything wrong.

Ling Yugeng didn't realize it at first, but he felt that everything was a bit subtle when he carefully tasted it. Before he had time to think about the subtlety, he was interrupted by Jiang Chaoyun's hair-raising voice beside him, "You——are you looking down on me? Want to fight!?"

Chu Shun: "It's not impossible."

Jiang Chaoyun: "Okay, who is afraid of whom!"

Ling Yugeng: "Chu Shun, Chao Yun—"

Chu Shun looked at Ling Yugeng, "Why don't I compete with Senior Brother Jiang, if Senior Brother wins me, I will take him with me, if Senior Brother loses..."

He looked at Jiang Chaoyun, Jiang Chaoyun pursed his lips stubbornly, "If I lose, I just don't go."

Ling Yugeng: "..."

The three of them came to the courtyard. Ling Yugeng stood on the corridor and looked at the two people who were facing each other in the courtyard. Chu Shun developed the matter to such a point in a few words, whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Jiang Chaoyun pulled out his whip from his waist and flicked it. The whip made a crisp sound in the air, and Chu Shun, who was opposite him, held his sword in his hand.

There was silence, the wind blew up the dust on the ground, the two teenagers faced each other, their hair was blowing, one was stubborn, the other was calm, neither of them moved first.

Until Jiang Chaoyun couldn't bear it first, and threw out the whip, Chu Shun lifted the sword, and the whip wrapped around the sword. Ling Yugeng guessed that Jiang Chaoyun should want to take the sword away from Chu Shun directly.

It would be a shame for a sword repairman to have his sword taken away by him.

From the beginning to the end, Chu Shun didn't panic for a moment, calm and calm. Jiang Chaoyun was unwilling to bite his teeth and continued to attack after failing to make a move. Chu Shun kept backing his defense and was at a disadvantage.

Ling Yugeng always felt that there was something different about Chu Shun. His eyes fell on Chu Shun's figure. His sword intent did not give people a sense of sharpness, but it gave people the feeling of being extremely dangerous, like calm Behemoths hidden beneath the surface of the water.

Chu Shun's sword was entangled by the whip again, and he was dragged and staggered two steps in the direction of Jiang Chaoyun. He reached out and grabbed the whip, and pulled it hard, but Jiang Chaoyun was pulled forward with unsteady steps. With a slash of his sword, the light of the sword flashed.

The whip broke in two and fell to the ground.

An arc was drawn in the air, Jiang Chaoyun fell to the ground, and the whip was out of his hand. He wanted to get up, but a sword was across his neck.

Jiang Chaoyun pursed his lips tightly, his eyes turned red when he saw his broken whip.

"You lost." Chu Shun simply withdrew his sword.

Jiang Chaoyun got up and picked up his own whip. The whip can still be repaired by his senior brother, but he lost in front of the master, and the loss was so ugly that he felt ashamed.

Chu Shun turned his head to look towards the corridor.

Seeing that Ling Yugeng's eyes fell on Jiang Chaoyun.

His grip on the sword tightened.

Obviously he won.

Jiang Chaoyun didn't stay long, and left quickly. Ling Yugeng looked at his back and sighed, turned his head, and met the black eyes of another apprentice, who was looking at him intently.

Ling Yugeng glanced at the blackening value.

In the past three months, he has been going back and forth several times, with ups and downs. Seeing that the blackening value has risen a bit, he is no longer surprised.

After retreating, Chu Shun seemed to be much more gloomy and stern.

"Master." Chu Shun lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have broken my little brother's whip."

"Chaoyun's nature is not bad..." Ling Yugeng saw that the blackening value had increased by another point, and his heart stopped suddenly, "Forget it, come here, I will help you see how the injury is."

By the way, let me clarify the bugs accumulated in the past three months for Chu Shun.

The two sat down facing each other, Chu Shun put the sword on the table, and Ling Yugeng probed his spiritual veins. He saw that black energy had penetrated into his spiritual veins, and the blood of the demon race was about to move.

Ling Yugeng frowned slightly.

……

After Chu Shun left the customs, he respected Ling Yugeng as usual, and Ling Yugeng didn't delay any longer. Within two days, he took Chu Shun to go down the mountain to practice, and collected some materials for forging the scabbard by the way.

On the day of departure, the sect came to see them off, and the elders stuffed Ling Yugeng with a lot of things, and Chu Shun also had a share.

Ling Yugeng had already set the itinerary, Yu Jian and Chu Shun went out together, and the two rode on the same sword. After traveling for half a day, it was already dark, they arrived at a town and found an inn to stay.

In the middle of the night, Ling Yugeng was sitting at the table studying the art of dual cultivation. If he read a lot, he would discover its mystery. Suddenly there was a knock on the door in the room.

"Master, are you asleep?" Chu Shun was outside the door.

Ling Yugeng put the cheats into the storage bag, "No, come in."

Chu Shun opened the door and came in, "I brought some incense, light it for Master."

"it is good."

After finishing the incense, he probably didn't go out, Ling Yugeng asked: "Can't sleep?"

After all, leaving this time is a little different.

Chu Shun stood in the shadows for a long time, then nodded.

Ling Yugeng asked him to sleep on his own bed, but he tossed and turned on the other side of the bed, and it sounded like he couldn't sleep, so Ling Yugeng put down the book in his hand.

"Want to hear a story?"

"Did I quarrel with Master?"

"No."

"...I want to hear stories." Chu Shun said.

Ling Yugeng told him a few stories, which were very short from the beginning to the end. Gradually, Chu Shun understood that his master could not tell stories, and told those short stories over and over again.

His master seemed to have noticed it too.

"If you are uneasy, I can recite the mantra for you."

Chu Shun: "Master, can you tell me about your past?"

"What happened in the past?" Ling Yugeng paused, and the candle flickered twice in front of him.

"Yeah." Chu Shun lay on his side, looked at the man facing him at the table, and said, "If it's inconvenient to say it, I'll let my disciple talk too much."

Ling Yugeng looked down at the book, turned a page, and his eyelashes cast shadows on the bridge of his nose, "Some fellow Taoists I met in the past...although they just met by chance, it was also a fate, and later..."

He paused.

"What happened later?" Chu Shun asked.

Ling Yugeng said with emotion: "They have all embarked on evil ways."

Chu Shun: "... evil heretics?"

"Hmm." Ling Yugeng said, "When my fellow Taoists went into evil heretics, I would use this to recite the mantra for them. Later... it doesn't matter if I don't say it."

Chu Shun was silent for a long time and thought about it for a long time. He couldn't think of any of the ascended immortals who had this experience. "Are they... are they still alive?"

Ling Yugeng stopped turning the page, turned his head to look at the bedside, and looked away again, with no ups and downs in his voice, he said: "There are many roads in the world, and you don't have to take the road taken by ordinary people. There are people who bully the weak and fear the hard , Demon cultivators are not all bad guys, so there is no need to kill them all."

"Don't you have to kill them all..." Chu Shun murmured in a low voice.

No one spoke for a long time.

"Go to sleep." Ling Yugeng blew out the candle.

The room fell into darkness.

-

Three years.

It's not long, it's not short.

Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun went to the snow-capped mountains in the extreme north to practice together, went to the endless wilderness to fight monsters together, entered the underwater secret realm together, arrived at the paradise to gather treasures, and also entered the chaotic realm together, surrounded by monsters, side by side fight.

They have seen the prosperity of the world, the beautiful scenery on a good day, and their lives were hanging by a thread to tide over the difficulties together.

In the past three years, they often sent some things back to the sect. Chu Shun's blackness value continued to drop. Ling Yugeng could feel the young man's heart softening. The relationship between him and Jiang Chaoyun became better at some point. Occasionally, Ling Yugeng heard the two discuss in the interrogation mirror how to use Gu to kill people invisible.

But for some reason, Chu Shun's cultivation did not improve.

On the contrary, Ling Yugeng has a tendency to break through, but his Sea of ​​Consciousness bug has not been completely repaired. In addition, in the past three years, Chu Shun's black energy has been generated faster and faster.

It snowed in December, and there was a thin layer of snowflakes accumulated on the ground. Ling Yugeng celebrated Chu Shun's birthday before returning to the sect. Every year, the few days before and after Chu Shun's birthday were the time for the two of them to rest.

Chu Shun planned not to return to the sect, but to continue to practice outside, Ling Yugeng was somewhat relieved of him.

On the day he left, Chu Shun went to see him off, but there was no one on the street, Ling Yugeng left early, and there were not many footprints left on the snow on the ground.

"Take this with you." Ling Yugeng took out the peace talisman that he had prayed for on the mountain two days ago. The peace talisman was placed in a small red kit, and there was also a magic talisman drawn by Ling Yugeng inside.

Chu Shun paused, and reached out to take it.

It was the talisman I prayed with him at the Marriage Temple on the mountain two days ago, and he took out his own, "Master... take mine."

"Okay." Out of auspiciousness, Ling Yugeng didn't refuse, took the kit, saw that Chu Shun was still looking at him, with his head hanging on his waist, the young man seemed satisfied, and he couldn't help laughing.

Chu Shun likes to give him things very much, and every time he brings them back, he takes back his stubbornness.

Calculating the time, he should be able to come out of the retreat at an important plot point.

When it was time to part, Ling Yugeng said, "Take care."

Chu Shun: "I will go back as soon as possible."

In the original plot, the protagonist withdrew his sword, and the next plot followed closely when he entered the sword sect and began to slap his face.

"Don't worry, the Hehuan Sect is right there—" Ling Yugeng said in advance, "If you want to learn from others..."

Still need to come back and report.

Ling Yugeng felt that this request was not too much.

It's just that the words stopped in his throat, because Chu Shun suddenly raised his head, and something seemed to surge in his black eyes. For a moment, Ling Yugeng's whole body tensed up, and his heart tensed up for a moment. is calm.

In the past three years, I often have this illusion that his bugs are getting worse.

"Master." Chu Shun said softly, "I don't ask others to be my teacher. You are enough. Master... what do you mean?"

His shoulders were tense, and his body seemed to be blown by the cold wind. Ling Yugeng turned sideways to shield him from the wind, afraid that he would think too much, and said: "I can't teach you much, but as long as you think, I will teach you." Your master has no other intentions, so don't think too much about it."

After a while, Chu Shun said "Mmm", he took a step forward and hugged Ling Yugeng's waist, "Master, take care."

Ling Yugeng paused, leaned over and gently embraced his shoulders, stroked his long hair along his back, and patted him twice.

"Take care of yourself."

The two have been together for three years, Ling Yugeng has already been paralyzed by the warm water boiled frog posture, and the experience of life and death can always bring the distance between them closer.

Not to mention three years of experience together.

Chu Shun tilted his head and leaned on the man's shoulder, breathing on the mole on his neck.

After staying with people for a long time, Ling Yugeng seemed to have a human touch.

Chu Shun found out that men also have this appearance, unique in life, tainted with popularity, and yawning sleepily when they wake up in the morning.

Three years passed too quickly, and he and Ling Yugeng were almost inseparable from each other.

They went to the snow mountain to see the scenery together, and Ling Yugeng gave him a snow lotus flower; they blew the wind in the field together, and they rode a monster together, and he leaned on Ling Yugeng, and Ling Yugeng half embraced him; Drinking and having fun in Xanadu, after getting drunk, they hug each other and fall asleep...

They also stayed in the simple village, enjoying the moon together under the moonlight.