The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

Late at night, a small boat was swaying in the lake, and the vine branches hanging from the mountains on both sides were fluttering. The crescent moon in the sky was reflected in the lake. Lie on it.

This was the first night of parting between Chu Shun and Ling Yugeng.

He turned sideways, propped his head, and looked towards the empty space beside him. There should be someone sitting next to him. In his spare time, that person would take a piece of bamboo leaf and play a nice tune, usually the one written by Qingxin , When he is in a good mood and the interest comes, he will also teach him to play a tune or two.

It is also a joy to be a pair of wild mandarin ducks.

Chu Shun touched the brocade pouch in his hand, there was still a light fragrance on it. He touched it for a while, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, closed his eyes and raised his head and gave a soft moan. I put the pouch into my bosom, afraid that if I touch it for a long time, my own smell will cover the smell on it.

The thin young man in black clothes lay on the boat, his hand fell from the side of the boat, his fingertips slid across the water, leaving a water mark in the water, and then disappeared.

The bright moon in the sky, reflected in the water, cannot be grasped or touched, and it is futile no matter what.

Chu Shun's slender and fair fingers flicked across the lake, a stream of water went up, splashed in the air, and then fell on the lake, causing layers of ripples.

He held a slender leaf in his hand, pressed it to his lips, and played the Qingxin music that men often play.

On this trip, he is going to retrieve his sword.

In the Hehuan Sect, Ling Yugeng returned to the sect, set up enchantments everywhere, and then entered the retreat.

Chu Shun has a strong survival ability and has always been able to take good care of himself, but Ling Yugeng was still a little worried about leaving him alone for some reason.

It would be fine if he was still in system form.

In the retreat room, Ling Yugeng sat cross-legged on the futon, and suddenly came up with the idea that if he was still in the system form, he could be bound to Chu Shun, and he would be there wherever he went, and he could keep track of his movements at all times.

Ling Yugeng woke up suddenly again.

This kind of thinking is really abnormal. How is it different from the parents who have a strong desire to control.

He confessed for a moment.

Meditating restlessly, Ling Yugeng sat for a while, got up, went to the table to pick up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and dropped something on the ground. He lowered his head and saw a dark red kit, which was hung It was very conspicuous on his waist in white clothes.

Ling Yugeng picked up the kit, looked at it for a while, and put it on the table.

I don't know when it started, but I got used to him being by my side, and even after leaving for less than a day, I became worried.

He couldn't keep him under his wings for the rest of his life.

He frowned. After staying with people for a long time, could he also be infected with people's indecision?

Ling Yugeng put aside the messy thoughts in his mind, retreated to meditate, entered the state of meditation, and began to fix bugs.

There was a clear blue sky above his head, and the ground was like a mirror and like water, rippling with waves. Ling Yugeng was sitting there cross-legged. Suddenly, an arm came over his shoulder, and his closed eyelashes trembled twice.

Again.

Since the illusion in Shatang Village three years ago, his sea of ​​consciousness was damaged, and he would often meet someone. At first, he only met him when he entered the void realm of ecstasy, but the other person would only look at him from afar. , and will do nothing.

Ling Yugeng has not been able to find a way to remove this bug.

When I went to Elder Meng to see it, I couldn't explain it in detail.

He only saw each other when he was in meditation, and there were not many times in the past three years. The last time was more than half a year ago, and this time the other party was no longer just watching.Gently breathing past his ears, the touch was very real, the warmth and moisture of the exhalation made Ling Yugeng's earlobe tremble, the man didn't speak, just hugged his back, leaned on his shoulder, like Mollusks wrapped around his body intimately.

"You're here." He whispered in his ear, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

This time, he actually talked with his hands and feet.

Ling Yugeng's forehead twitched twice, and he opened his eyes.

A clear blue and pure sky came into view. The dark red cloth was attached to the slender forearm. The cloth was cut to fit snugly, and there was a golden cloud pattern on the cuff. His forearm was lying across Ling Yugeng's chest. The long black hair fell down and mixed with Ling Yugeng's.

"Let go." Ling Yugeng didn't look sideways.

The man beside him turned his head, put his nose against his earlobe, and said in a slightly aggrieved voice: "Master, why are you so cruel to me?"

Ling Yugeng's lips were straightened.

"Obviously you wanted me to come, so I came."

"Master..."

With a flash of sword intent, Ling Yugeng slashed at his inner demon, turned over and broke free from the man's shackles, stood still not far away, with his toes lightly touching the water surface, and ripples under his feet, holding a sword in his hand, his face was calm and indifferent He looked at the man in a black and red robe opposite him.

The other party had a familiar face.

Chu Shun looks more and more like him.

That—the one he had seen in Chu Shun's fantasy three years ago, the future Chu Shun in the original book.

Her face was mature and calm, her phoenix eyes were charming and pure, her beautiful lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of her lips had a natural upward curve.

I don't know if it was because he had absorbed more black energy some time ago that the inner demon came out to cause trouble. Ling Yugeng closed his eyes, not looking at his face, and summoned the natal sword to attack, and the sword drew a light and shadow in the air.

The black iron sword collided with it, making a crisp sound.

"Chu Shun" took two steps back and began to wrestle with Ling Yugeng.

I don't know how long it took, the realm of nothingness returned to calm, Ling Yugeng re-entered meditation, calmed down the turbulent data, after a long silence, he opened his eyes again, "Chu Shun" in black and red robes stood not far away, dull and unspirited. Gill looked at him, the same as before, not getting any closer.

Ling Yugeng closed his eyes again.

……

In June, the weather became hotter, and the summer days were long and the nights were short. The five-yearly competition of orthodox monks was about to begin. The Acacia Sect was invited, and the Acacia Sect had been discussing this for the past two days.

The sky was gloomy that day, and the wind was mixed with a cool breath. On the training ground, disciples were waving swords, and one or two disciples sat aside to rest.

"I don't know which senior brother will shine this time, it's really exciting."

"Let's go and join in the fun, Senior Sister Bian is sure to overwhelm the crowd again."

"Then Senior Brother Chu is not bad either."

"I don't know if there are any good-looking monks. If I can go this time, I will definitely take a good look and hook up."

……

"Speaking of which, the suzerain has been in seclusion for half a year and has not yet broken through."

"It is difficult to go up to the Nascent Soul Realm. It is possible in ten or twenty years. This is where it is."

"Brother Chu is back too."

"Don't you know about the big commotion that day? Speaking of which, senior brother Chu is really good-looking, and many disciples of the sect looked straight that day..."

"Pa-ta", a drop of raindrops hit the ground, and a small rain flower bloomed on the ground, and then drops of rain fell down, and it rained.

Outside the closed stone cave, Chu Shun held out the oil-paper umbrella and stretched out his hand. The water fell on his fingertips. He glanced at the door that was motionless, and when he turned to leave, there was a sound behind him.

In the retreat cave, Ling Yugeng slowly opened his eyes. After half a year of retreat, he still has not broken through.

The spiritual power in his body is much stronger, and compared with the general Nascent Soul realm, he is [-]% sure that he can win, and he has also improved in the Qingxin Mantra in the past six months.

The candles were burning all around the cave, Ling Yugeng got up, walked to the cave, opened the barrier with a wave of his hand, and the stone gate at the entrance of the cave was moved away, making a "boom, boom" sound.

Ling Yugeng raised his eyes slowly.

The sky outside was gloomy, so that the light was a little darker, so that it would not be dazzling, and the rain fell in. He was the first to see a pair of gold-rimmed black-soled boots, with a black gown at the top, and a dark red skirt around his thin waist. He was tied with a belt, and his waist was very narrow, the narrowness Ling Yugeng was familiar with.

In a daze, Ling Yugeng seemed to see the boy when he first met.

Fell into the pond, wet like a poor stray dog.

In the rain, the young man's cuffs were tightly tied, and the lower half of his face was exposed under the oiled paper umbrella. His jaw line was sharp, and the corners of his lips were raised in a smile that was not a smile. The edge of the oiled paper umbrella was lifted up. in view.

The phoenix eyes were raised slightly, Yaoye and Ling Yugeng's demons were exactly the same, his back tensed for a moment.

"Master." The corners of Chu Shun's lips widened, and he stood in the rain with his head tilted, and smiled at him, "Congratulations, Master, for leaving the customs."

At that time, the boy had become an adult.

Ling Yugeng waved away the strange feeling, and asked, "When did you come back?"

Chu Shun: "A few days ago, I heard that the sect was going to participate in the big competitions of various sects, so I rushed back."

He naturally walked to the cave and tilted the umbrella to the entrance of the cave.

Ling Yugeng paused, monks don't need to hold an umbrella, they can also protect themselves from the rain by forming a barrier, but during the three years of experience, the two of them have always held umbrellas when they were in the human world.

got used to.

He walked under the umbrella, "Why are you here?"

"I guess the master should be out of the test soon, so let's take a look."

"guess?"

"Hmm... It seems that I guessed well." Chu Shun smiled.

Ling Yugeng always felt that his words were more than superficial, and before he had time to think about it, he heard Chu Shun ask, "Does Master want to eat lotus seed soup?"

The rain hit the umbrella surface and flowed down the current. The umbrella surface tilted to Ling Yugeng's side, which caused some of Chu Shun's shoulders to get wet. Ling Yugeng stretched out his hand to hold the umbrella handle, and straightened the umbrella in the middle .

"Don't eat." He said, "I'll go to Elder Meng later."

"Master is uncomfortable?" Chu Shun asked.

Ling Yugeng didn't answer, just said: "We have discussed the candidates for the Zongmen Grand Competition for a few days."

"Can the disciple go?"

"Of course you can."

After a few words, the umbrella tilted towards Ling Yugeng again, as if his side was heavier. Ling Yugeng raised his hand to grab the handle of the umbrella, but he could hold half of Chu Shun's hand.

The air between the two of them subtly froze for a moment, and then flowed again. Ling Yugeng straightened the umbrella, and stretched out his hand to pull Chu Shun closer, "What are you hiding? It's raining, and I have to take care of my teacher when I'm sick."

His tone was light, and he inadvertently revealed a bit of unconscious intimacy.

After half a year, looking at Chu Shun again, I realized that he had grown so big before. The two of them would not have felt so crowded standing under the same umbrella before. When they got closer, Ling Yugeng seemed to smell Chu Shun. There was a faint smell of blood, and when I turned my head to smell it again, I could smell the scent of incense again.

The two were too close, and Ling Yugeng's loose sleeves often rubbed against the back of Chu Shun's hands. Chu Shun's hand holding the umbrella was tight, and his eyes fell on Ling Yugeng's cuffs.

"Where have you been for the past six months?"

He heard Ling Yugeng ask.

Chu Shun withdrew his gaze and said in his usual voice: "I didn't go anywhere, I walked around. The Gu poison in Miaojiang is very strong. I brought some back for Brother Jiang. He has been busy thinking about it for the past two days."

The rain fell into beads along the arc of the umbrella ribs.

"Master, how has it been in the past six months?"

When this question was mentioned, Chu Shun felt that the atmosphere on Ling Yugeng was weird for a moment. He turned his head to look at Ling Yugeng, and only saw half of the man's expressionless face.

"It's okay." Ling Yugeng said, the voice of these two words was very low.

"Master..."

"Master!" Another voice interrupted Chu Shun.

They looked up and saw Bian Miao and Chu Hui standing under the pavilion. The two blocked the rain curtain with their spiritual power and walked over, "I have seen Master."

The two-person walk turned into a four-person walk in an instant, Chu Shun pursed his lips, and did not continue talking. Chu Hui and Bian Miao came, first to congratulate Ling Yugeng on his exit, and second because of matters in the door.

The four entered Ling Yugeng's hall together.

This time, the Zongmen Grand Competition is scheduled to be held in Kunlun. When the Kunlun disciples came to send the invitations, they revealed a thing or two. The way is that the enchantment of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave has been shaken. If the enchantment is opened, the demons will come out, and there will be chaos in the cultivation world , so I hope Ling Yugeng will go to help stabilize the enchantment together.

When Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun strayed into the realm of chaos and then came out, it also caused waves in the realm of comprehension.

If ordinary monks enter the world of chaos, it is rare for them to return, so this incident can be regarded as a rectification of the name of the Acacia sect in the world of cultivation.

The Zongmen Dabi is in July, which happens to be the season when the gate of hell is open. The Zongmen Dabi happens to use this place to train disciples.

After listening to what they said, Ling Yugeng glanced at Chu Shun beside him. Chu Shun stood aside with his head lowered in silence.

Ling Yugeng said "Got it".

The plot of Wanmo Cave is a later plot, did the barrier start to loosen so early?

Ling Yugeng's cultivation realm has not been broken, but it is also higher than Chu Shun's. It can be seen at a glance that Chu Shun's cultivation base has not improved in the past six months, and is still in the foundation building stage.

After they left, Ling Yugeng went to Elder Meng to take drugs.

"You said that demon watched you for half a year and fought with you for a month?" Elder Meng asked.

Ling Yugeng: "Yes."

There is a specialization in surgery, and he blurted out some information about this to Elder Meng. After hearing this, Elder Meng stroked his beard and said "weird", "I have never heard of such a gentle demon." .”

But all heart demons are aimed at making the person who has the heart demon go mad and fall into the devil.

"Sect Master's situation, it's better not to take medicine casually." Elder Meng said.

Let this matter go unnoticed. At night, Ling Yugeng came back from Zangshu Pavilion and passed by the gate of Chushun Courtyard. He suddenly heard a Qingxin song with a melodious tone. Turn around and walk into the courtyard.

It was raining during the day, the leaves were still stained with water, and the moon was bright and clear. The young man was standing under the corridor in a full suit, holding a flute in his hand, and when he heard footsteps, he turned around.

"Master."

"You played it just now, but it's the third piece of Qingxin Song?"

"Yes." Chu Shun asked, "But what's wrong?"

"There is a mistake." Ling Yugeng said.

"I made Master laugh." Chu Shun lowered his eyes and said, "I just learned it two days ago, and I haven't practiced it yet. I wonder if Master can demonstrate a thing or two for my disciples?"

The breeze in the courtyard blew, and Ling Yugeng's clothes fluttered. He spread his hands and said, "Bring it here."

Chu Shun handed the flute to him, and when he was about to put it in his palm, he recalled something and took it back, took out a blue handkerchief, wiped the flute, and then put it in Ling Yugeng's hand.

Ling Yugeng stroked the flute, the back of his hand was obviously bony, and the angle of the curve was extremely beautiful. The stroking action made the milky white jade flute feel a bit cold and different, inexplicably arousing people's daydream.

Chu Shun looked at his hands and saw that he pressed the jade flute to his lips, his Adam's apple rolled, and his face was slightly hot.

The smooth pure-hearted song came out, Ling Yugeng played the flute with his eyes downcast, Chu Shun's eyes circled around his face, and then returned to his lips, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

After the song was finished, Ling Yugeng played again what Chu Shun had blundered just now, and Chu Shun understood, his face seemed a bit ashamed of being pointed out wrong, his porcelain-white skin was a little red, inconspicuous at night .

He returned the flute to him, "If you play more, you will become proficient."

"Yes." Chu Shun took it.

Ling Yugeng thought that Chu Shun would wipe it off, but Chu Shun directly pressed against his lips, and blew on the wrong place just now. Ling Yugeng's lips moved, but he didn't speak, and his eyes fell on his mouth. There are lip beads on the young man's lips, which are especially beautiful when he plays the flute.

Chu Shun raised his eyes and asked how Ling Yugeng was doing.

"...Well." Realizing that he had been looking at his mouth, Ling Yugeng turned his head to look at the moonlight outside the corridor, "The moonlight is good tonight."

Chu Shun also looked up, the moon was mostly covered by clouds, but it would be pretty good if Ling Yugeng was there, he looked at Ling Yugeng's side face, "When is Master planning to go to Kunlun?"

Ling Yugeng: "In two days."

"Why don't I go with Master." Chu Shun said, "Master should always have someone to take care of him."

Ling Yugeng didn't need to take care of him, but he did have this idea, "It's good, I feel more at ease when you are by my side."

Chu Shun's earlobes turned red again, looking down at the shadow on the ground, he leaned closer to Ling Yugeng, and the shadows of the two were shoulder to shoulder.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Can you practice swords with me tomorrow?"

"Ah."

The day for Ling Yugeng to go to Kunlun was fixed.

The night before the trip, Bian Miao was going to go with Ling Yugeng tomorrow, Chu Hui also had the same thought, and Jiang Chaoyun followed along to join in the fun. The three disciples arrived at Ling Yugeng's courtyard and saw Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun talking in the corridor.

"Master."

The three shouted in unison.

Ling Yugeng turned sideways, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Tomorrow, the disciples want to set off with Master." Bian Miao said.

Chu Hui: "The disciple wants to go to Kunlun to explore first. I heard that Kunlun is a master in refining weapons. It's just a good time to exchange ideas."

Jiang Chaoyun: "I'll go too, I'll go too!"

Ling Yugeng glanced at the three of them.

Bian Miao covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Master, don't worry, I will take good care of the two junior brothers."

Bian Miao told Ling Yugeng about the news that he had inquired in the past two days.

"Master still has something to do, so don't disturb the disciples." Bian Miao said.

Ling Yugeng nodded, and when Bian Miao and the others walked away, he said to Chu Shun, "Come in with me."

Chu Shun hesitated to speak, "Master..."

Ling Yugeng stood at the door, tilted his head, and said in a light tone that he could not refuse, "Come in."

Chu Shun pursed his lower lip, lowered his head and followed behind him, and the door closed.

In the courtyard, the three people who had just left retreated back.

"It should have been lost at that door." Bian Miao said while rubbing her earlobe.

Chu Hui: "Why don't I make another pair for Senior Sister."

Bian Miao: "The beads on it can't be replaced by anything."

Jiang Chaoyun: "Keep down, it's so late, it's not good to disturb Master's rest."

The candles in the room were on, Ling Yugeng glanced at the door, then looked away, "Take it off."

Chu Shun: "What... what?"

Ling Yugeng repeated, "Take off your clothes."

"This..." Chu Shun hesitated, "It's not right."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Ling Yugeng said, "It's better to finish it before leaving tomorrow."

Chu Shun's hands hanging by his legs tightened, and then loosened. He took a breath, raised his hand, untied his belt, and put it aside. Only his obscene clothes and trousers were left. His hands and feet were slender. It's hot.

"Lie down." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun looked at the beauty couch on one side, and lay down on it. Ling Yugeng left for a while, and when he came back, he put his things on the table at the side, put down a stool beside the beauty couch, and sat on it.

"Take off your clothes, take off your clothes." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun: "..."

He blushed, and did as Ling Yugeng said, leaving only a pair of obscene pants on his body.

Ling Yugeng tidied up the tools for drawing runes on the side. He had practiced several times on paper and fake leather in the past few days, but it was the first time for a real person. Do it."

Chu Shun tilted his head to watch his movements, "...um."

The place where Ling Yugeng wanted to draw the rune was the place where the aura of the dantian was stored. This was a rune he had seen after consulting tens of thousands of books in the Library Pavilion. In case Chu Shun was overwhelmed by the demonic energy in the future, he would restrain the demonic energy in him. family blood.

He lowered his head and wiped the place where the rune was to be drawn. Chu Shun blushed and snorted, holding his wrist, "Master...don't..."

"Don't be afraid, be gentle with your teacher." Ling Yugeng said.

There were a few rustling sounds outside the door, Ling Yugeng turned his head to look over, and the sound of chaotic footsteps went away.

Chu Shun gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and let go of Ling Yugeng's hand.

Ling Yugeng started to draw runes for him, feeling that he was very tense, he spoke to ease the tension, saying: "This rune can suppress evil spirits in the body, and has the effect of alerting..."

The stinging pain from the needle came up densely, and Chu Shun raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The candles in the room were bright and dazzling. Gradually, Chu Shun took his hand away, looked sideways at the candles, and his wandering eyes fell on Ling Yugeng's face again.

The man lowered his head, his downcast eyes were carefully drawing the runes, his brows and eyes were warmed by the candlelight, and he spoke in a faint voice.

It seems that he always knows everything, like an inexhaustible library.

The dantian is really special, Chu Shun looked away, afraid of making some jokes, but it seems that the more afraid of something, the easier it will be.

When drawing runes, the fingertips will inevitably touch the skin, even if Ling Yugeng didn't intend it, his hands are a little cold.The pain of the needle pricking the skin is nothing.

Fortunately, the man's attention was always on drawing the runes, and he didn't notice anything.

Chu Shun silently recited the Purifying Mantra in his heart.

At the end, Ling Yugeng didn't speak any more, the quiet atmosphere made people anxious, Chu Shun would open his eyes from time to time to see Ling Yugeng's reaction, and when he saw that he didn't notice, he closed his eyes again.

After Ling Yugeng finished drawing the last stroke and wiped off the excess material, he put the things aside, "It's done."

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and glanced at the tattoo.

The rune completed the last touch, it was a blooming black and red coquettish lotus flower, above the lower abdomen, on the thin muscles, exuding a dangerous and fragile beauty.

He paused, narrowed his gaze, and looked up at Chu Shun, only to realize that there was a thin layer of sweat on his face, his lips were slightly parted, red clouds were all over the place, his clear black eyes met him, and he turned his head away.

Ling Yugeng wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, "It hurts so much?"

"No...it doesn't hurt." Chu Shun wanted to sit up, but as soon as he raised his elbows, he got closer to Ling Yugeng. He smelled the faint fragrance from his body, and he lost his strength. When he was about to fall, Ling Yugeng grabbed him She touched his shoulder, and her eyes met his.

Ling Yugeng curled his fingertips pinching the handkerchief, and his gaze fell on his bright red lips. Chu Shun must have just bit his lips, which were a little red and swollen and attractive.

Ling Yugeng pursed the corner of his lower lip, and his drooping eyelashes trembled twice, feeling that Chu Shun's back was also covered with sweat.

He couldn't help thinking, with such sensitivity, the injuries he suffered in the original work hurt much more than these... How could he bear it, how could he get over it.

He raised his eyes to meet Chu Shun's gaze, and then lowered his eyes, Chu Shun also looked away.

After a moment of silence, Ling Yugeng let go of him when he saw that he was supporting the beauty couch, stood up, wiped off the sweat on his hands, turned his back, soaked the handkerchief in the water, and wrapped it in cold water. hands.

Chu Shun bent his legs, his eyes wandered, "I'll go back first."

Ling Yugeng: "Yes."

There was a rustling sound of dressing behind him, Ling Yugeng wrung out the handkerchief, wiped his hands, "Don't touch the water tonight, just wipe yourself...you're sweating."

"...Well." Chu Shun put on his shoes.

"Master..." He looked at Ling Yugeng's back, "I'm leaving."

"Ah."

Footsteps sounded, and slowly went away.

Ling Yugeng wiped that hand repeatedly, rubbing his fingertips red, threw the handkerchief into the water, turned his head, glanced at the beauty's couch, thought of something, and sighed softly.

The child finally grows up.