The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

Ling Yugeng thinks he is not a very patient system. He doesn't like to repeat the instructions given over and over again in many cases. During the three years of training with Chu Shun, he has never been soft-hearted, and he has lived and died with Chu Shun several times.

If you want to survive in this perilous cultivation world, you cannot be content with the status quo.

He's never been a soft-hearted system.

And the two words that blurted out just now made him feel... an indescribable chill that hit his heart directly, as if he was in a daze, and his indecision was too inappropriate for him.

Facing the stunned black eyes of the other party, Ling Yugeng closed his eyes and stopped looking at "Chu Shun" in order to conceal the turbulent emotions at that moment.

But this just gave "Chu Shun" an opportunity. When he felt the other party's breath approaching, Ling Yugeng suddenly opened his eyes and saw the other party's face approaching him. Ling Yugeng leaned back, with strong waist and abdomen strength Let him hang in the air, but "Chu Shun" did not give up.

"What did Master just say?" He asked suspiciously.

Ling Yugeng said to the demon, "Get out of the way."

"Master is always so fierce to me, Bai Riming is very gentle, why is he like this to me?"

His words seemed pure doubts, demons rarely ask questions, Ling Yugeng ignored him, he hugged Ling Yugeng's waist directly, this time Ling Yugeng couldn't bear it at all, and fell down directly.

The inner demons here are much more presumptuous than Chu Shun, they keep calling "Master", and they don't treat him as a master in their actions, completely different from Chu Shun in the daytime.

"It hurts, it hurts." He answered Ling Yugeng's previous question with a smile, "Good master, you can hurt me, huh?"

Ling Yugeng: "...Meng Lang."

"Oh? This is Meng Lang? Master." The "Master" elongated the end, with a smile, as if acting like a baby.

Ling Yugeng turned over and pressed the inner demon under him, clasped his hands on his waist, and pressed his hands on top of his head, his downcast eyes fell on him like snow, the inner demon was useless Son, was easily subdued by him, but he was not honest at all, he moaned ambiguously, and said "Master, don't do this".

All of a sudden, some images flashed across Ling Yugeng's mind.

The dim light, the uncontrollable muffled hum, the moist, warm and soft inner wall of the mouth.

Ling Yugeng tightened his hands.

"Shut up." Ling Yugeng looked at him threateningly, "Scream like that again, and I'll..."

"Kill you" didn't come out, Ling Yugeng felt that it wasn't cruel enough, so he changed the subject, and said in a deep and indifferent voice, one word at a time, in a persuasive way: "You can't live but you can't die."

When these words came out of his mouth, there was a different color, especially with such a flirtatious face, light and slender eyes, light and thin lips, if this face smiled, it should be It's extremely attractive, but Ling Yugeng doesn't like to laugh on weekdays, and looks sacred and inviolable.

One wants to mess up his neat clothes, see the lustful gesture on his face, and let this man who is always out of business fall into the world.

Ling Yugeng looked at "Chu Shun" who tilted his head, his cheeks were covered with black hair, his phoenix eyes were looking upwards at him, controlled by others, but he was not afraid at all.

Thinking about it, how could the demon be afraid.

The inner demon is the product of his desire and subconscious fear, how could he be afraid.

Now they have all come to their senses.

A wisp of black hair fell on the lips of "Chu Shun", this scene mixed with abusive beauty made Ling Yugeng return to that fiery cave again.

What happened, happened.

"Chu Shun" poked out the tip of his tongue, and a strand of black hair curled up with his wet tongue. His lips moved up lightly, touching his line of sight. Ling Yugeng's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to pinch his chin, and his fingertips sank into his eyes. In the soft flesh on the side of his cheeks, his bright red lips were slightly pouted, and a small tip of his tongue rested on his lower lip.

Ling Yugeng leaned down, "Chu Shun" eyes flashed slightly, revealing that he was bound to win.

Ling Yugeng crossed his cheek, intertwined with his neck, and pressed his lips against his ear, "Don't guess my mind casually."

"Put away your little tricks." The deep voice was unprecedentedly gentle, "You are not him."

His indulgences seemed limited.

The temperature of holding "Chu Shun" faded away, Ling Yugeng let go of him, got up and walked to the area ten meters away from him and sat down cross-legged, "Chu Shun" lay there without moving, for a while, he turned his head and looked at Ling Yugeng over there.

The man is dressed in white, meditating with his eyes closed.

"Chu Shun" sat up from the ground, stood up, walked over to him, Ling Yugeng didn't open his eyes, he sat down beside him, leaned over, breath fell on Ling Yugeng's cheek, Ling Yugeng didn't move like a mountain.

The breath is warm, it lasted on his cheeks for a moment, and then retreated, there was a rustling sound, Ling Yugeng's legs sank, and his closed eyelashes trembled twice.

After a long time, Ling Yugeng opened his eyes, lowered his head, and saw "Chu Shun" lying on his side, with his head resting on his lap, half of his face was still slightly reddish.

It was getting dark, and in another room in the courtyard, Chu Shun lay on his side on the bed, muttering "Master".

The tail sound dissipated in the room.

The next day, the second round of Zongmen Grand Competition began.

On the huge martial arts arena in Kunlun, enchantments were set up on the edges of the arenas one by one. The heads of the various sects sat on the viewing platform, and the disciples took turns to enter the arena. By the time of Chen, less than half of the disciples had been eliminated.

The defeated disciple picked up his weapon and left with a pale face. Generally, people would not fight too hard in this kind of sect competition.

Ling Yugeng was sitting on the stage, with a jug of fine wine and some food in front of him. Coincidentally, sitting on the left was a white-bearded elder from the Four Great Sword Sects.

In the original book, this elder was the one who recruited Chu Shun into his sect after he won the competition, and later cleaned up the sect and ordered him to be hunted down—the upright Elder Xu.

The other party disdained to talk to a cancer in the comprehension world like the Hehuan Sect. From the beginning until now, except for nodding at the first meeting, he never talked to Ling Yugeng again.

On Ling Yugeng's right is the head of the Qinghuan Sect, which only accepts female cultivators. The head of the sect covered his face with a white silk handkerchief, so he couldn't see his face clearly. He was gentle and polite, and had a polite chat with Ling Yugeng.

The sound of peeling pine nuts came from beside him, but after a while, there was already a small pile of hill-shaped pine nuts on the plate in Ling Yugeng's hand.

Chu Shun grew up as a child laborer, and it was very easy for Ling Yugeng to peel and cook these foods. Ling Yugeng was also used to his filial piety. There was nothing unusual, she looked down at his side, after peeling the pine nuts, she peeled the oranges.

"No need." Ling Yugeng wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said, "I'm going to play later, don't do these things."

"Yes." Chu Shun let him wipe his hands with a handkerchief, looking down at Ling Yugeng's eyes.

After wiping his hands, Ling Yugeng put the handkerchief aside, and the head of the Qinghuan Sect who was beside Ling Yugeng covered his face with a fan and glanced at them.

"Is this Sect Master Ling's apprentice?" Qing Huan asked the sect master, her voice was as sweet as a yellow warbler.

Ling Yugeng: "Exactly."

"I heard before that the disciples of the Hehuan Sect are as beautiful as flowers. At first I thought it was a rumor, but now I see it, I really feel ashamed."

"Everyone says that the soft sword wielded by the disciples of the Qing Huan Sect is as graceful as a frightening bird, as gentle as a dragon swimming. Seeing him today is a well-deserved reputation."

The two praised each other a few words, the head of the Rong only felt that they hit it off, and said that next time they have a chance, they should go to the Hehuan Sect to pay a visit.

Chu Shun walked away from the handkerchief on the table, lowered his head and wiped his fingers, and stuffed the handkerchief into his waist. Looking at the two people talking happily, his gaze fell lightly on the back of the man's neck.

Ling Yugeng felt a dangerous lingering atmosphere, which made him tense up involuntarily. From the corner of his eye, he paid attention to Chu Shun behind him, and could only see his robes. The tense atmosphere did not dissipate until it was Chu Shun's turn to play.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Shun's blackening value has now dropped to a safe value. I don't know if he still has any complaints against those who bullied him in his previous life.

"Sect Master Ling, you disciple, do you practice Ruthless Dao?" Master Rong said, looking at Chu Shun who was on stage.

Chu Shun's opponent is Chu Beishao, his half-brother.

In the original plot, he had to deal with the opponent for a long time before he won the competition.

"Yes." Ling Yugeng knew that the Qing Huan faction had opinions on the ruthless way, so he asked a few more questions.

When Qing Huan sent disciples to a certain stage, they would go to the mortal world to experience love and calamity. He asked if this method would be effective.

"Love Tribulation, Love Tribulation, since it is a tribulation, how can it be so easy to get through it." Sect Leader Rong said meaningfully, taking a sip of water from his teacup, "You disciple, I'm afraid it will be difficult to take this road."

Ling Yugeng frowned, his heart sank slightly, and he lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment.

On the ring, Chu Shun held a sword in his hand, and fought Chu Beishao on the opposite side.

"You admit defeat, I don't want to hurt you." Chu Beishao said.

Chu Shun's face was neither sad nor happy, and his voice was clear and clear: "Draw your sword."

Chu Beishao frowned, "I am Jin Dan..."

Chu Shun: "Stop talking nonsense."

End this boring competition as soon as possible before you can return to the man.

Chu Shun took the time to look at Ling Yugeng, seeing that he wasn't looking at him, his lips straightened.

Chu Bei Shao's eyes darkened, his masseter muscles bulged, he took a deep breath, and drew out his sword.

Ling Yugeng only had the time to turn his face away, but when he looked at Chu Shun's competition, he only saw the end.

Seeing that Chu Shun's sword was not out of its sheath, it directly swept the man in Tsing Yi off the stage. The man coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out.

A monk who won the early stage of Jindan in the foundation building stage, the onlookers were full of uproar.

Ling Yugeng choked on the tea, put his fist to his lips and coughed twice, the elder Jianzong stood up beside him, he didn't know whether he was angry or surprised.

Chu Shun on the ring put away his sword, ignored the eyes of the people around him, and turned around. The young man's clothes were fluttering, and he still had a wanton youthful look on his body. He suddenly raised his head and looked in Ling Yugeng's direction, neither sad nor happy The lip angles on the face are raised.

"How...how is it possible?" The elder Jianzong beside Ling Yugeng murmured.

Chu Beishao was the most outstanding young talent in their sect. He couldn't believe that it took such a short time for him to be kicked off the ring by Chu Shun, a kid in the foundation stage.

"Sect Master Ling's apprentice is truly peerless." Master Rong said.

Ling Yugeng: "..."

He didn't expect it either.

It seems that this kid has been hiding his clumsiness for the past three years.

"Master." Chu Shun came to Ling Yugeng.

Ling Yugeng nodded and said "Yes", Chu Shun came behind him, wiped his hands clean, and continued to peel the pine nuts for him. Ling Yugeng could feel that the elder of Jianzong was watching Chu Shun all the time.

"Boy." Elder Jianzong said, "What's your name?"

Chu Shun didn't even look at the elder.

"My disciple of the Hehuan Sect, don't bother Elder Xu to care about me." Ling Yugeng said.

"Hehuanzong... boy, I think you use a sword, you should be a swordsman, why don't you come to my Kunzong?"

Ling Yugeng held the teacup to his lips, knowing that many people were looking this way. My Kunzong is one of the four major sects in the cultivation world, and the Hehuan Sect is not enough for him. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Chu Shun has a chance. With a clear head, who would stay in the Hehuan Sect.

They were all waiting for Chu Shun's answer.

Ling Yugeng tapped the rim of the cup lightly with his fingertips, and suddenly heard Chu Shun ask, "Master...what do you think?"

Ling Yugeng pondered for a moment, "It depends on your wishes."

Left and right Chu Shun will not let himself suffer.

The blackening value data line fluctuated abruptly. Ling Yugeng took a look and saw that the blackening value had risen by a point.

What happened to him?

Are you unhappy, kid?

It's really unbelievable the older you get.

"Thank you, elder, for your kindness." Chu Shun spoke softly, but with a firm tone, "I already have a teacher, so it's inconvenient to ask others to be my teacher."

"Your master said, do as you wish." Elder Xu thought that what Ling Yugeng said just now meant that Ling Yugeng secretly threatened Chu Shun, "As long as you join my Kunzong, you will be my disciple, and you don't have to worry about anything else."

"No, I only recognize one master in this life, and I'm afraid I will disappoint the elder's kindness." Chu Shun said.

It was justifiable for him to refuse once, but when he refused again and again, the elder's face was a little unsightly, "I, my Kunzong, is the number one sword sect in the world, you should think about it—"

"Elder Xu." Ling Yugeng put down his glass, and made a crisp crashing sound, "Enough is enough, since my disciple said he didn't want to, then forget it, the person who dug me in front of me, Elder Xu—could it be possible, When I am dead?"

Ling Yugeng kindly made another point, saying that another of his apprentices is still unconscious, why not go and have a look.

This time, Elder Xu's face was completely ugly. With a wave of his sleeves, he didn't watch the competition, turned around and left, and the tense atmosphere here slowly flowed again.

It was obvious to many people who secretly observed Chu Shun. With his superior appearance and outstanding swordsmanship, outsiders used to only know about his anecdotes with the Suzerain of the Hehuan Sect, but now they have seen him and have a more specific image.

Chu Shun stood beside Ling Yugeng with downcast eyes, peeling the lychees in his hands, and brought a lychee to Ling Yugeng's lips in his clean and fair hand. Ling Yugeng glanced at the white flesh, and then looked up at Chu Shun , saw that the corners of his lips were curled up, his eyebrows and eyes were all holy and peaceful, without a trace of hostility.

Looking at the blackening value again, the fluctuation just now has returned to its original position.

He opened his lips to put the lychee into the gap between his lips, and felt the scalp-numbing fiery gaze for a moment. He raised his eyes and bumped into Chu Shun's clear eyes, there was nothing strange about it.

Ling Yugeng chewed the lychee with his cheeks moving, looked at the competition below, and recalled, did Chu Shun think that he was going to give him to someone else?

A hand was just right under his lips. Before Ling Yugeng regained consciousness, he naturally spit out the nucleus into the palm. Chu Shun withdrew his hand, wrapped the nucleus with a handkerchief, and wiped his palm along the way.

Ling Yugeng reacted, tilted his head and coughed a few times.

"Master, is it too cold?" Chu Shun patted his back.

Ling Yugeng blocked his wrist, "It's nothing."

Habits are a terrible thing indeed.

Chu Shun's hand curled up twice, retracted, and fell to his leg.

that night.

Ling Yugeng was reading ancient books in his own room. Some of the Kunlun Library Pavilion can be borrowed. Although they are all ancient books on the street, some of the strange rumors are very exciting. He was watching the climax when someone hurriedly knocked on the door.

"Sect Master Ling, Fellow Daoist Jiang has caused an accident, please ask the Sovereign to go and have a look." A disciple said.

Ling Yugeng put down the book, got up and followed out, and asked the disciple what happened.

The fiery red lantern was on in the corridor, passing by the door of Chu Shun’s room, Ling Yugeng glanced at it, and the door creaked open, facing Ling Yugeng’s face, Chu Shun paused, and asked with a gentle smile, “It’s so late, Master Where are you going?"

So, one more person was added to them, and when they arrived at the place, Ling Yugeng saw that there were overcrowded crowds, Bian Miao and Chu Hui were protecting Jiang Chaoyun, and the two facing them were domineering, and Jiang Chaoyun was arguing with each other through Chu Hui and Bian Miao with.

Ling Yugeng heard the general idea.

The disciple of the sect owed his hand, seeing Jiang Chao Yunsheng's beauty and young age, he wanted to tease him, snatched the Gu worm container from his waist, opened it without knowing it, and was poisoned by the Gu , the sect disciple came to seek justice.

"Sect Master Ling is here! Let it go, let it all go!"

The crowd spontaneously gave way.

Jiang Chaoyun: "Master..."

"I know everything." Ling Yugeng said.

Naturally, he couldn't retreat in this matter. The Hehuan Sect was not yet at the level where people could ride on their necks. If they were wronged, there was no reason for them to retreat again and again.

Furthermore, they need the medicine to detoxify, and now the other side is asking for them.

If you don't accept it, just do it.

Standing beside Ling Yugeng, Chu Shun clasped the sword with his thumb when he heard that sentence, and the sword was a little out of its sheath, and the sword light was dazzling.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

The friction between the two parties continued, and they almost made a move.

In the end, the head of Kunlun came in a hurry and gave both sides a step to eliminate the war silently. This night, all the disciples understood a truth - all beauties have thorns.

Ling Yugeng led his disciples back to the courtyard, like an old hen followed by a group of chicks, filing into the room.

"In the past few days, outside of the competition, don't go out and walk around at will. If you are free, practice in the courtyard." Ling Yugeng said, those people today don't look like they will let it go, and he can't protect them all the time. They, it's hard to say if the other party is yin.

Jiang Chaoyun lowered his head and confessed as if he had done something wrong, "I see, Master."

The atmosphere in the room was gloomy, Ling Yugeng was silent for a moment, and put a box of things on the table, "It's really boring, let's use this to pass the time."

"What is this?" They leaned over the table and glanced.

Ling Yugeng said concisely: "Playing cards."

After a cup of tea, the door opened again, Ling Yugeng went out, and Chu Shun followed.

"Master." He followed Ling Yugeng's footsteps.

Ling Yugeng paused for a moment, turned sideways, and Chu Shun came to him, and the two went back in the same direction.

"There are so many masters." Chu Shun shook his hair, "It seems that I still don't know the master well enough."

Ling Yugeng: "No one can fully understand others, and there is no need."

Chu Shun: "But Master knows me very well, doesn't he?"

Ling Yugeng's footsteps paused insignificantly.

Probing?He treated Chu Shun too casually in the past and did not hide it. He is also very different from Yuan Shen.

Ling Yugeng: "You're still young—"

Chu Shun: "Am I very young?"

As soon as the footsteps in the corridor stopped, the two stopped one after the other. Ling Yugeng tilted his head, and Chu Shun also looked at him sideways, "Master, people in the world often say that the root of a man's life is usually ten centimeters to..."

Ling Yugeng suddenly realized what he was talking about, and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

With a bang, Chu Shun pressed his back against the door, his breathing became a little disordered, sprayed on Ling Yugeng's slender little finger, and the cool fingertips pressed against his cheek, in the silent night, his clear breath His black eyes stared straight at Ling Yugeng.

"What nonsense?" Ling Yugeng asked with a suppressed voice.

Everyone in the comprehension world has good ears. Is he afraid that people will not hear him?

Chu Shun pulled down the wrist that was holding him, but Ling Yugeng didn't use any force and let it go.

"But what's wrong with this general calculation?"

"No." When it came to the data problem, Ling Yugeng checked it out and said, "It's really that good."

"Master, have you seen someone else?"

"..." Was he mocking him?

"Master should know, the disciple's..."

Ling Yugeng covered Chu Shun's mouth, "Stop talking."

"Um..."

"I never said you are small here." No.

"You want everyone else to know that I touched your roots?" It's not right either.

Ling Yugeng shut up, thought for a while, and was touched by a hand on the wrist.

Chu Shun's nose was covered, he couldn't breathe, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked at Ling Yugeng with half-closed eyes, with a look of emotion, Ling Yugeng let go of him as if his hands were burning, and his body slid down, and Ling Yugeng embraced him. Chu Shun leaned on his shoulder.

"Disciple realizes his mistake." He panted, "Master, please don't punish me."

Ling Yugeng: "..."

Although he is a young man, he has a lot of experience, how could he fail to understand the meaning of Chu Shun's words.

"Punish you? If I really want to punish you, it won't be so simple." Ling Yugeng said in a low voice, "Don't just let people get what they want."

It is very easy to be missed by perverts.

"Master, it's almost time." Chu Shun said, "Will you come tonight?"

Ling Yugeng's heart exploded with an electronic flower.

When midnight came, the night was very quiet.

The candles in the room were flickering. Ling Yugeng was sitting at the table with an ancient book in his hand. After a long time, the ancient book hadn't turned a page. He looked out the half-open window, and there was silence.

He retracted his gaze and set his sights on the ancient book.

I have helped him for three consecutive days, and he should have learned it himself.

Maybe it was just playing tricks on him before.

But what if the strange fragrance is incomprehensible?

What if it explodes and dies.

Ling Yugeng drank from the teacup and put the cup on the table.

……

Still not here.

A thin layer of sweat was floating on Chu Shun's forehead. He took a handkerchief, held it against his nose, and sniffed it gently. The door rang.

"Chu Shun." A deep male voice rang out and asked, "Are you asleep?"

Chu Shun's pupils constricted for a moment, and his breathing stagnated.