[Ya Xuan, his favorability index is 100, his attitude is that he wants to hug him tightly.]
- Well, I want to hold tight, how pure.
—From the wish of a good friend, to the master’s wish for double cultivation, to the wish of a future apprentice candidate (?), the vocabulary has become euphemistic at a speed visible to the naked eye (… ), one by one To the pure and fresh, is there wood? Compared to the other two extremes of favorability, Ya Xuan is simply a clear stream, pure and unpretentious.
And the extremely terrifying [Blackening Value] also stayed in the initial stage and did not move.
#The young master of the Lin family said that this inexplicable sense of relief is a matter of swollen wood#
#What the hell is he enjoying#
"The host is great! It's another extreme, I knew you were the best candidate!" The joyful voice of the system was like a baboon that had successfully mated. , isn't it beautiful? Then we will be able to dominate the world—"
"...I really don't yearn for the future you described." Lin Zhizhi replied in his mind.
System: "QAQ."
Lin Zhizhi ignored the system, his gaze moved down and landed on Ya Xuan's face.
Even when his favorability was at its peak and his emotions were fluctuating violently, Ya Xuan didn't do anything beyond the norm. When Su Yu directly confessed to being a demon, Lord Dao Zun was also affected by his charming physique, and he was one step away from crushing him on the bed - only Yaxuan's appearance was as normal.
Hard to see, it can only be inferred from the strength of his hand holding the jade bottle that his mood at this time is not stable.
Ya Xuan is very patient.
He was used to this for a long time, and he didn't want to feel any emotion - or dared not express it. Because from childhood to adulthood, as long as he shows a little tendency to like things, he will be taken away by those children.
So now, no matter how much he wants to grab that slender hand and hold him tightly in his arms, it's better to be one and never separate again, and he can't show it.
Ya Xuan has an almost beast-like intuition, if he speaks out, he will lose this person completely.
The boy in black just suppressed his emotions very hard, then pulled out the bottle, poured out the pill, and swallowed it in one breath.
The medicinal pill Lin Zhizhi gave him was extremely effective. Although it couldn't cure Ya Xuan's injury, it was enough to stop him from coughing. He didn't need to rely on the external force of the wall to stand.
Facts proved that Ya Xuan's intuition was right.
If he really put his imagination into practice, Lin Zhizhi, who just wanted to lure his master back to Yuntian, might really kick him out of the house. Of course, even if he didn't do this, Lin Zhizhi "was bitten by a snake once, and was afraid of the rope for ten years" subconsciously kept a distance, and implicitly said that he would continue to study the pill recipe, and asked Yaxuan to turn left and enter Qinghuo. Another room for him.
The only difference between the two is that when Lin Zhizhi was sending Yaxuan out, he still stopped him with a little concern and reminded him, "Be careful recently, if something like that happens, come to me."
After thinking about it, the black-haired boy added: "If the wound still hurts, you can come."
The way he said this was still cold and indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything. There is no smile like flowers to appease, and water-like tenderness (?) concern.
But these two simple sentences miraculously soothed the dark currents in Ya Xuan's heart. They slowly stopped surging and were injected with a warm current, so that he would not be overwhelmed by the heavy fate and become a desperate person. martial arts machine.
Ya Xuan nodded lightly but firmly.
Doing things solemnly is like agreeing to an ancient oath.
Ya Xuan is very similar to Lin Zhizhi to some extent, and they don't like to talk much. But Lin Zhizhi's indifference is a kind of tolerance, he can talk more when he likes it, while Yaxuan keeps a doubtful and defensive silence to everyone. He was like a black wolf standing arrogantly in the dark, his head held high even though he was deep in the quagmire, because once he bowed his head it was all loyalty and friendliness.
In the following days, as Ya Xuan promised, he stayed next to Lin Zhizhi. Apart from going to him to get medicine, the two did not have much interaction, and Cang Lun never appeared again.
Master Qinghuo came to see Yaxuan several times again, and told him that the cheap master of Biyunmen was furious, and threatened to let him go back immediately. As if stroking a lover's skin, her eyes are soft. But when he heard the old man's words, his eyes darkened instantly, and he gave a low "en".
When Master Qinghuo told Lin Zhizhi about this, the young master of the Lin family thought about it, turned his head and asked Yaxuan, "Do you want to go back?"
Because Lin Zhizhi didn't have his hair tied in the room today, this action further highlighted the graceful lines of his neck. Soft black hair had a few messy strands covering the back of the neck.
Hearing Lin Zhizhi's words, Ya Xuan didn't raise his head, just shook his head silently. He fixed his eyes darkly on the boy's fair neck - the clear boundary between black and white, made him want to add more color.
Lin Zhizhi actually didn't want him to go.
There is no reason for him. If his guess is true, Cang Lun will come back even if he leaves. At that time, Yaxuan couldn't explain it even more clearly. If the head of Qing Fengzong got angry, he would probably kill Yaxuan regardless of Biyunmen's face.
Lin Zhizhi turned back and changed a gentle tone, and discussed with Qinghuo Daoist: "I don't know if Daoist can be accommodating. Yaxuan is my friend and wants to accompany me to the Dan Banquet."
The old man held up the hot tea in front of him with both hands, blew the tea foam on it, and took a sip. Hearing Lin Zhizhi's words, he put down the teacup, narrowed his eyes in embarrassment, stood up and walked around the room twice: "This is not easy."
As an elder of the Core Formation Stage, when Qinghuo Zhenren's face sank, his face was actually extremely terrifying - whenever he showed this expression, Yan Lei would restrain his temper and shiver.
But Lin Zhizhi was not afraid at all, his attitude was calm, and he completely placed himself on the same position as the other party.
In Luoxian Jianzong, it is not too different to say that "going around with pills, building a foundation is not as good as a dog" - the elders of Jianzong are all from the Yuan Ying generation. Moreover, he and Qinghuo Zhenren are using each other.
The other party pressed the treasure on him, and all he had to do was to keep the position of the twelve sects for the Qing Fengzong.
Therefore, even if Qinghuo Daoist stood condescendingly, and Lin Zhizhi was sitting in a chair, looking back at him in a weak position, he was still calm, and he was not at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
- With the "deep" friendship between Qinghuo Daoist and the head of Biyunmen, he can make this old man take action to protect Yaxuan, and he can make Yaxuan stay here to watch a pill that others can't ask for feast.
The old man suddenly smiled bitterly, took the initiative to look away and waved his hand: "I don't know who your master is, but he actually accepted a good apprentice like you."
Lin Zhizhi took all the photos: "The real person is wrong."
"You're smart. I'm going to tell you about this matter - you have to show me a good performance tomorrow." Qinghuo Zhenren snorted impatiently, raised his feet and was about to leave. When he crossed the threshold, he turned around and instructed Lin Zhizhi seriously.
The black-haired boy smiled and nodded.
Ya Xuan stood in the corner, taking advantage of the time when Lin Zhizhi hadn't noticed and the old man had already left, he greedily looked at the young man's profile—he cherished this moment of being able to follow him and watch him quietly. The other party's frown and smile, any kind of state, is engraved in Ya Xuan's heart.
He has always had a deep fear, for fear that the other party will disappear in the next second.
Then, when Lin Zhizhi remembered him, stopped flipping the book and looked back at him, Yaxuan would avert his eyes, return to Hirai Wubo, and offered to leave.
He looked peaceful.
It was as peaceful as the sky before the storm, the dark cloud was low and depressing and could accommodate everything, but I didn't know when it would rain.
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Soon, Lin Zhizhi would no longer be able to live such a leisurely life, and the day for the competition appointed by the headmaster of Qing Fengzong had come.
On the mist-shrouded Lingfeng, there is a huge disc that towers into the clouds. There are three square platforms on it, and various instruments, materials and pill recipes for alchemy are placed.
Outside the disc, there are four exquisite jade pillars carved with phoenixes.
Almost all the elders and disciples of the Qing Fengzong came here to watch the "Qing Fengzong Dan Banquet Representative Selection Competition (...)". The disciples were crowded with the jade pillars, while the elders sat on the higher cloud carriage. Headed by the head, the elders sat down one after another.
Except for Lin Zhizhi, the other elders invited all of them with great backgrounds, and they were already behind Fangtai at this time.
Peng Yunqi was in his prime, with clear outlines, and only a pair of eyes shone brightly, making people dare not underestimate it; Master Anping in gray robes, his face was ordinary and unremarkable.
As for Lin Zhizhi—
The sky was gloomy that day, and the sky was covered with clouds. However, the boy in white robe stood in the wind, the wind rustled over his sleeves, and also moved those clouds.
The sky breaks through the clouds.
The first ray of sunlight shone on Lin Zhizhi's face, rendering his eyes golden. The young man's skin is white and almost transparent, which is destined to be shocking if any color is added to him. The golden light is slowly enlarged, and the whole world seems to be illuminated by him.
He is the only color in the world.