The night was quiet.
Fluorescent dots danced on the lake.
On the shore, a young man in black clothes held a long sword, wielding a sharp sword energy.
The starlight reflected the cold light on the sword, the youth's face was hidden in the dark night, only a pair of eyes that were as bright as cold stars, still did not appear dim in the interlaced bright sword light.
Ye Yunlan watched his disciple make swords, "In the past three years, I have taught you the sword technique of reflecting the sky for you. Among them, the three styles of 'thunder thunder', 'shock lightning', and 'shower rain' have all been mastered."
He paused for a while, and seemed to ponder for a while before saying: "There is still the last form, 'Wei Lan', let me have a look."
Shen Shu raised his hand to wipe off the sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes, Master."
He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm the anger in his heart, and all his thoughts and thoughts. He raised the long sword in his hand, imagining that there was a flat lake in front of the long sword, and the long sword swept across the lake, like a breeze blowing a small wave. .
But as soon as the sword was used, he felt something in his heart.
inappropriate.
Ye Yunlan's voice also sounded at the same time.
"Shen Shu."
Shen Shu stopped, lowered his head and shouted in a low voice, "Master."
A bit of loss rose in my heart.
He has an extraordinary talent in kendo. He can master the three styles of "Thunder", "Lightning" and "Shower Rain" very fast. Only this style "Wei Lan" has been practiced hard for half a year, but he still can't hear it. His master gave a satisfied approval.
He actually knew why.
There are too many longings and delusions in his heart, and he cannot achieve the state of mind required by "Wei Lan".
Thinking of disappointing Master again, Shen Shu silently clenched the sword in his hand.
But Ye Yunlan didn't expect that he only said: "You don't need to be discouraged. The Yingtian swordsmanship originally only has three styles. You can master it in just three years, and you have surpassed countless swordsmen in this world. This fourth style is for the teacher. I added it later. If you didn't read the sword manuals before and saw the teacher's comments, and you were obsessed with the teacher to learn, the teacher wouldn't teach you."
The Yingtian swordsmanship was the swordsmanship he chose for Shen Shu.
Although there are only three styles, they contain endless changes.
Moreover, the swordsmanship moves are sharp, which is suitable for the young and vigorous Shen Shu who does not know how to restrain his sharpness.
At the beginning, he was sent to the magic palace, and after the devil took off the lock ring that Chen Weiyuan used to imprison his spiritual power, the first swordsmanship to learn was this swordsmanship.
When he first saw this swordsmanship in the Mozun Bookstore, he liked the artistic conception of the swordsmanship.
Later, after Mozun found out that he practiced Yingtian swordsmanship, he was very interested and said that he would practice with him, and compare to who can learn faster.
The loser will be punished.
Demon Venerable's kendo realm is much higher than him, and kendo is similar, so naturally he can't compare to the other party.
And the punishment of the other party is probably some bad taste in the bed, even if it is not compared to swordsmanship, this person always has other reasons to toss him, he is used to it.
After the tenderness, the Demon Venerable would hold him and break every bit of the sword technique into pieces and tell him to listen.
The Demon Venerable at that time was rarely careful and gentle.
There are many swordsmanship practices in his mind, all of which were learned by the Demon Venerable after he learned about it, and then told him in detail what he had learned.
The Demon Venerable took it for fun back then.
It's just that even Demon Venerable did not evolve the Yintian sword technique into the fourth style.
Although it was derived from the Yingtian swordsmanship, the artistic conception of "Wei Lan" is completely different from the previous styles of thunder and lightning, violent wind and rain.
Still water.
If the heart is stagnant water, there will be a slight wave.
This is the swordsmanship that he evolved after he climbed to tread the virtual. With a single sword, the Heavenly Mystery Array, which has been unbreakable for thousands of years, shattered in front of him and disappeared.
Another nickname the world gives to this style of swordsmanship is "annihilation".
"Some swordsmanship is not something you can comprehend with your current age, experience, and current xinxing."
"If you can, I would rather you for the teacher, and never have to understand the true meaning of this sword technique."
Ye Yunlan rubbed Shen Shu's head.
Shen Shu had already been born very tall, but at this moment his head was touched, but he was still like when he was a teenager, and he lowered his head and rubbed against his palm.
The hair is soft, and the palms are slightly itchy.
Ye Yunlan said: "You don't need to be entangled in one style of swordsmanship. Come, let's have a discussion with the master, and it can be regarded as a warm-up for tomorrow's Daoist meeting."
Since Ye Yunlan was injured that time, Shen Shu has not played against Ye Yunlan for a long time, "Master, your body..."
"Just now, I competed with Xu Qingyue in the sword realm. Although I didn't use the sword, I still had the sword energy to condense my heart. If I didn't vent it out through discussions, it would be even more troublesome." Ye Yunlan said, "Don't worry. Use the sword."
Shen Shu pursed his lips, met Ye Yunlan's cold eyes, and had an unspoken tone, and finally slowly drew his sword.
After the discussion, the master and the apprentice rested.
Ye Yunlan was sitting under the willow tree.
Weeping willows shimmering with silver light swayed beside him, and he put one hand on his lap, quietly looking at the night sky.
The stars are far and wide.
Just like some people and things, they are no longer remembered.
Shen Shu sat beside Ye Yunlan and kept observing the situation of his master, lest Ye Yunlan would suddenly cough up blood.
After watching it quietly for a long time, the other side's face was pale and quiet, as if there was a faint glimmer of light.
They are so close, the other seems to be more distant than the bright moon on the horizon.
Shen Shu's heart suddenly tightened, and he suddenly said, "Master, let me rub your shoulders for you."
Just after the discussion, there was indeed a slight pain in the shoulders, and Ye Yunlan nodded lightly.
Shen Shu conveniently propped up his body with his hands and rubbed his shoulders in front of Ye Yunlan.
His hands are slender and strong, with thin calluses from practicing swords all the year round, and the strength of pressing and rubbing his shoulders is neither light nor heavy, very comfortable.
The young man knelt down in front of him on one knee and lowered his head, his eyelashes drooping and his eyebrows beautiful.
Ye Yunlan raised her head and bumped into the dark and deep eyes of the other party. There seemed to be deep currents and undercurrents, but there was also tenderness.
He was in a trance for a moment.
Much like.
Much like that year when he lay under the apricot tree, the petals fell on the man's shoulder, and the man poured spiritual power into his body little by little, staring at him deeply.
The danger of restraint, the tenderness of the bone.
He raised his hand and slowly touched the profile of the person in front of him.
"Master?" Shen Shu said dumbly.
Ye Yunlan suddenly regained his senses and put his hand down. He turned his face and whispered, "It's nothing."
He didn't see Shen Shu's dark eyes suddenly darkening after he let go.
always.
Shen Shu thought.
Always suddenly distracted, or staring at something in a daze. Sometimes he is clearly looking at him, but it seems to be looking at others through him.
Master, what are you thinking
"Let's go back." Ye Yunlan got up and said, "Tomorrow, you also need to rest early to refresh your spirits."
Shen Shu: "...Okay."
- Psychic Stream, Purple Moon Valley.
This time, the disciples from the Northern Territory Sect were all assigned to the Purple Moon Valley.
"Qingyue, the cave mansion you chose has a very good environment."
Chen Weiyuan sat on the jade bench, Qingjun had a faint smile on his face, but his face was a little pale.
Xu Qingyue came over with a cup of tea, her brows furrowed, "Senior Brother Chen, the power of blood is not endless, how can you use it arbitrarily like you."
He placed the teacup in front of Chen Weiyuan, and the sound of the teacup hitting the table was a little heavier, showing Xu Qingyue's anger, "No wonder most of you Chen clan are short-lived, really, really don't know how to cherish yourself..."
Chen Weiyuan said: "Spying on the secrets of the sky will have to pay the price." He said, and suddenly smiled, "Qingyue is so worried about me, is she afraid that she will have a short-lived husband in the future?"
Xu Qingyue pursed her lips and didn't answer. He met Chen Weiyuan twelve years ago.
In the beginning, it was Chen Weiyuan who approached him actively.
They were still young at that time, and he admired Chen Weiyuan at the competition and wanted to get acquainted.
But later, it was Chen Weiyuan who pursued him.
They were already acquaintances at that time, and Chen Weiyuan's confession shocked him. He thought that Chen Weiyuan had made friends with him, but it turned out that he was treated as a woman, and he was angry for a long time.
However, Chen Weiyuan told him very seriously that he was incapable of love and was overwhelmed by Chen Weiyuan's pursuit. He was also injured to protect him.
Later, he agreed to pursue the other party.
He felt that he should like Chen Weiyuan. Therefore, he will want to meet the other party, and he will be anxious and worried about the other party's injury.
But whether like and love are the same thing, he still doesn't understand.
Suddenly, Xu Qingyue's mind flashed past Ye Yunlan's long sword pointing straight at him today.
His heart suddenly beat violently again.
what happened to him
"Don't worry," Chen Weiyuan stood up and held his hand, "Senior brother has his own measure, not to mention, isn't there still you?"
Chen Weiyuan lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "The Xu family has the ancient wood spirit blood, and the energy of life circulates endlessly. As long as we both cultivate together in the future, this blood loss is nothing."
Although Xu Qingyue does not understand love, it is not that she does not understand the word "double cultivation".
Chen Weiyuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and said in a low voice, "... Qingyue."
Xu Qingyue felt Chen Weiyuan's breath spraying on his forehead. When there was no one on weekdays, Chen Weiyuan always liked to be close to him like this. He was very ashamed at first, but then he slowly got used to it, but today he felt a little discomfort for some unknown reason.
"Why do you get distracted, eh?" Chen Weiyuan suddenly said.
Xu Qingyue suddenly pushed him away and hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Chen, tomorrow... I will also attend the Taoist discussion tomorrow."
"I think Fellow Daoist Ye and his disciples will also participate in the Taoist seminar. If I can defeat his disciples, will I be able to impress him."
Chen Weiyuan said: "Qingyue, why are you still thinking about other people now, senior brother will be angry." He pretended to be slightly angry, seeing Xu Qingyue's helpless appearance, and chuckled again, "Senior brother is just joking and teasing you. All right, Qingyue, go and rest."
Xu Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Senior brother also rest early."
Chen Weiyuan nodded.
After walking out of Xu Qingyue's cave, the smile on Chen Weiyuan's face disappeared.
—Chen Weiyuan had a dream.
He was walking in the thick snow.
Snow fell on his shoulders.
In the distance, he saw a person holding a lantern standing under the white plum tree, waiting for him for a long time.
The figure was thin and thin, standing in the wind and snow, making him rarely feel a trace of pity.
The other party walked towards him with a lantern.
He couldn't see the other's face clearly, and only saw a slender, white hand gently brushing the snow off his shoulders for him.
His heart suddenly moved, and before the man retracted his hand, he suddenly grabbed the other's hand and pulled him into his arms.
That hand is soft.
And the body leaning in his arms is also very soft.
Soft to his heart.
The screen turns.
He was handling official business before the book.
Suddenly, a cold and gentle fragrance surrounded him. It seems to be the aroma of white plum, and it seems to contain other things.
Someone walked up to him and gently placed a cup of hot tea in his hand.
Calling him softly: "Husband."