Who is Guan Heng, this is a proposition.
Xie Ziyou groaned and didn't want to answer, he was overwhelmed by passion/desire, and couldn't think of any subtle answers for a while.
But the more Xie Ziyou didn't answer, the more angry Xie Heng became. He grabbed Xie Ziyou's wrists and ankles, guided Xuanliu to scour the acupoints back and forth, and asked, "Who is it?"
Xie Ziyou was pinched by him, unable to free himself, moaning intermittently with a hoarse voice, while screaming in his heart, thinking that Xie Heng, you are finished, this time you are really finished.
There was fine sweat on his forehead, which rolled down his temples together with the crystal clear physiological teardrops, his peach blossom eyes were stained with passion/desire, his long hair was wet with sweat, and condensed into strands, which were tightly attached to the halo. On the red skin, black and white intersect, and the bright color is extremely impactful.
In the end, Xie Heng couldn't take it any longer, so Xie Ziyou could only sob and managed to squeeze out a few words: "...it's you, it's yours, your previous life."
Xie Heng didn't believe it.
"Really, really!" Xie Ziyou struggled a little on the brocade quilt, panting, "You in the previous life...how did you come here? I dreamed it, okay?"
"Little liar."
Xie Heng gritted his teeth in secret, his deep black pupils were dim, and he snorted softly, "Aren't you telling the truth? Then tell me, what did I look like in my previous life?"
"...The jade tree is facing the wind, so majestic?"
Xie Heng's face darkened slightly, and immediately a mysterious current swept through Xie Ziyou's body, focusing on several acupoints.
Xie Ziyou was so excited that he shivered, and hurriedly added: "No wonder, you were so ugly in your previous life that no one wanted to talk to you at all!"
Xie Heng still had an unhappy expression, obviously not satisfied with the answer.
He was silent for a moment, then asked again: "...What about the character?"
"Disgruntled, sinister and cunning, I am the only one who can tolerate you in the whole world... Oh shit, be gentle!" Xie Ziyou panted heavily, with a beautiful arc on his back, and changed his words, "I was wrong, you were optimistic in your previous life. Cheerful, humorous, everyone loves to see flowers bloom... "
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted again by a slender and low voice.
Xie Ziyou slumped on the silk, staring blankly at the roof beams, his body trembling uncontrollably. A faint morning sun emerged from the sky, overflowed the window, and fell into his tired eyes.
—What the hell question, this doesn't work, that doesn't work.
What on earth is this bastard Xie Heng going to do
…
Wumiao Peak is one of the highest peaks in Xuanling Sect, and it has always been the first to glimpse the morning light.
It was the most beautiful scenery of the day. The mist rolled and wandered on the thousand-year-old pines, like a misty curtain covering a fairyland.
Then a blazing orange appeared in the sky, the sky suddenly appeared, and a round of red sun broke through the blockage of the thick fog, scorching and burning up to the sky, spreading the radiance, and encrusting the dark mountain top with a layer of bright gold.
Not far from the courtyard of the two of Xie Heng, on the side of the cliff, there is also a small courtyard.
In the small courtyard, the girl who also stayed up all night rubbed the corners of her darkened eyes, stood up against the morning light, raised her hands wearily, and stretched her waist.
She took a big gulp of fresh air, and when she lazily swept away the slump from her body, it also took away other things.
Worry, or melancholy, in short, is something that tormented the girl for a long time and kept her awake at night.
"Squeak—"
The door opened quietly, and Cheng Chengbai walked in slowly.
His temples and forehead were slightly covered with a layer of white frost, as if he had practiced swords all night under the moonlight, his complexion was slightly pale at this moment, and his breath became more and more condensed.
Xu Wan'er raised her eyebrows and called out with a smile, "Little uncle!"
She no longer feels scared or unfamiliar.
After getting along for a few days, Xu Wan'er has figured out Cheng Chengbai's temperament, which is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
For example, at this moment, although Cheng Cheng's pale face was cold, when he saw her, his long eyebrows clearly arched a little.
Very little, hardly noticeable.
Cheng Chengbai stepped into the hut, took off his coat, glanced at Xu Wan'er's face from the corner of his eye, and said expressionlessly: "Are you in a good mood?"
"It's okay."
The corners of Xu Wan'er's lips raised slightly, feeling a little emotional, and then sighed helplessly.
She raised her head, looked at the red sun in the sky, and said softly: "Last night, I finally figured out one thing."
—In the secret realm before, she was unprepared and suddenly fell into a big dream.
When I woke up from the dream, my face was full of tears and my clothes were wet.
Zhao Ruhao likes her, she knows it.
The two grew up together, so why didn't she have the same feelings for Zhao Ruhao
But because of this, she knew better than anyone that Zhao Ruhao... was like a child who couldn't grow up.
In the dream, she gave up the life of Xuanlingzong, went down the mountain to marry Zhao Ruhao, and spent decades together after marriage—but they were not happy.
Zhao Ruhao didn't know how to express his love, his feelings were awkward and tangled, which couldn't break through his arrogant shell.
His father tended to be in power, and every time he came into contact with him, he would quietly mention Xuanlingzong and Cheng Chengbai, implying that since she has become the daughter-in-law of the Zhao family, she must always think of the Zhao family.
The days pass with patience day after day, and love wears away with disappointment day after day.
Xu Wan'er's path of cultivation has been hindered because she chose the daily necessities of common people.
She started late and was distracted by many things, and she couldn't live in a secluded place with rich profound energy like Xuan Lingzong, so until the end, she only had meager cultivation, no more than three grades.
A low level of cultivation means that you are not out of the ordinary, it means that youth is perishable, it means that time only makes people grow old, and time is a butcher's knife.
Many years later, Xu Wan'er, who was old and decrepit, stood by the window, watching the monks fly by in the sky, with the fairy posture and flowing clouds, and the clothes fluttering, and she couldn't help but feel sad.
—I could have... also lived like that.
Life is like a dream, a hundred years in the blink of an eye.
When she woke up again, Xu Wan'er looked at her still pretty face in the mirror, and looked at many familiar and unfamiliar scenes around her, she shed tears for a moment.
How to choose
Is it really necessary to spend a lifetime of youth waiting for a man to grow up
The morning light fell between Xu Wan'er's beautiful brows, reflecting the faint water in her clear eyes. The girl was silent for a moment, then shook her head and smiled wryly at Cheng Chengbai.
"I don't want to force anything, let nature take its course."
Xu Wan'er smiled easily, and the moment she spoke, it seemed that a thousand weights fell from her shoulders, and a long wind suddenly picked up, blowing gently on the girl's cheeks, wiping away her last tears.
"Little uncle, do you think I have the qualifications to practice swordsmanship?"
The girl's eyebrows are curved, her eyes are as clear as a pool of autumn water, her pink skirt flutters in the wind, her temperament is elegant, and she looks like a fairy.
She parted her thin lips slightly, and said relaxedly: "Little uncle, I will practice swords with you every day from now on, okay?"
Cheng Chengbai remained silent.
Although he didn't speak, he nodded his head slightly, exerted a little force with his hands wrapped in his long sleeves, his profound energy vibrated, and a piece of black iron "Access Order" was crushed into powder, slipped out from the sleeve, and scattered in the wind.
That is the token that allows a disciple with ordinary aptitude to step into the Xuanling Sect regardless of the threshold.
Xu Wan'er's restlessness in the past few days has all fallen into the young man's eyes.
Although he didn't like that guy surnamed Zhao, he still asked the suzerain for this token. He wanted to give it to Xu Wan'er, and considered taking Zhao Ruhao up the mountain if she needed it.
— Now it seems that it should not be used.
…
Xie Ziyou never expected that the question of "Who is Guan Heng?" not only did not disappear with time, but became a protracted battle between the two.
Xie Heng was obsessed with this question, and showed the essence of vinegar for the first time—one night, after being pressed by Xie Ziyou, he learned that "Guan Heng in the previous life" was best at making fish soup, so he devoted all his energy to studying fish soup. Various methods, pulling Xie Ziyou to eat all kinds of fish in the world.
Eating fish is of course a joy, and Xie Ziyou loves fish.
But Xie Ziyou hated the routine question after enjoying the delicious food, about the question of "my cooking is better, or his cooking is better".
"Your cooking is delicious, your cooking is the best." He said the same answer dryly for the one hundred and one first time. The freshness is not as good as yours, the fire control is not as good as yours, the seasoning is not as delicious as yours, and the recipes are the same. I have long been tired of eating, not as innovative as you... "
Xie Heng was not satisfied, saying that he was perfunctory, saying the same thing every time.
Xie Ziyou thought to himself, it's up to you.
Finally, one day, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he cooked himself, and served Xie Heng a bowl of dark cooking fish soup—all the seasonings he knew or didn't know were poured into the pot, and a whole pot was poured in one pour.
Xie Heng looked at the dead fish head in the bowl, his fingertips holding the spoon trembled slightly.
Xie Ziyou sat across the table to watch the show.
After several days, it was finally his turn to vent his anger, so he propped his chin and smiled sweetly, and said leisurely: "Xie Heng, is it my fish soup that tastes better, or yours?"
Xie Heng: "..."
He scooped up a spoonful of soup, closed his eyes, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it with difficulty. After a long silence, he whispered a few words: "...yours."
"puff!"
Xie Ziyou laughed happily.
He continued his efforts, imitating Xie Heng's way of questioning and asking: "Be more careful, how can I drink better than yours?"
"...everywhere is delicious."
"Be specific!" Xie Ziyou was in high spirits, "Taste? Texture? Heat or freshness? If you say it carefully, I will know how to do it next time."
Xie Heng: "!!!"
And next time? !
He shook his head with a wry smile, rolled his eyes slyly, and suddenly came up with an idea.
Throwing the spoon into the bowl, the boy suddenly clutched his chest, and fell to the ground sideways, his eyes closed, and he groaned in pain against the foot of the table.
Xie Ziyou was taken aback, hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and said in a hurry: "What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you? I... I didn't take any medicine, don't move around, I'll call Sixth Senior Brother!"
He raised his foot in a panic and rushed towards the door, but Xie Heng quietly raised his hand and grabbed his trousers.
"It's so delicious, it's so delicious." Xie Heng closed his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile in his tone, "You can only come back to life if you hug you."
Xie Ziyou was slightly stunned, his face flushed.
"you… "
He was furious, but he couldn't say the words "You just die like this", so he kicked the leg of the table angrily, and said: "You think well, you can sleep here tonight !"
Xie Heng hugged his calf tightly, quietly opened one eye, and said playfully: "Yes, can you sleep with me? I think this square table is suitable. After all, we haven't done it here yet. …”
"you shut up!"
Xie Ziyou was really furious this time, he desperately pulled his ankle out from Xie Heng's palm, his face was burning like fire: "Let go! Who wants to do it to you!"