After Ye Yunlan understood what he meant, his face turned red and white, and he gritted his teeth and spit out a sentence: "... arrogant!"
Shen Shu still stared at Ye Yunlan, as if puzzled, and said.
"Where is it presumptuous?"
"You—" Ye Yunlan said, "Shen Shu, I am your master!"
Shen Shu looked at Ye Yunlan's eyes that were red with anger, and laughed hoarsely, and said, "Sharing the worries of the master is what a disciple should do."
Ye Yunlan couldn't expect Shen Shu to say such words at all. He was trembling by Shen Shu's clenched pale wrist, and he almost couldn't restrain himself from wanting to hold the Queying Sword that was placed on the table.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to draw the sword, and his icy voice contained anger, "Shen Shu, if you really remember that I am your master, then you shouldn't forget that over the past three years, I have taught You, what is morality and human relations, what is propriety, righteousness and shame, and what is respect for teachers and Taoism—" Shen Shu could no longer hear what Ye Yunlan was saying.
Numerous negative undercurrents surged from the cracks in the soul, and the pent-up anger in the heart for years was pulled and amplified, the fragments that had been plunged into the mind were chaotically shattered, and the world seemed to be turned upside down into a bewildering phantom. , he couldn't see clearly, there was only one thought in his mind.
Ye Yunlan belongs to him.
It should be his forever and ever.
He felt thirsty.
His throat was so dry that it seemed to burn, and it was sore and itchy.
In his eyes, the thin lips of the person in front of him opened and closed, perhaps because he had just tasted the tea, and there was still a slightly moist water on it.
His Adam's apple rolled, finally unable to restrain himself, leaned over and kissed.
Ye Yunlan's voice stopped, his eyes widened, as if he was too shocked and lost his mind.
Shen Shu took the opportunity to raise his hand to squeeze his pale and sharp chin, leaned over and kissed him even deeper.
There was a faint sound of water between the two of them.
Shen Shu bit the thin lips of the person in front of him like a hungry wolf.
The other's thin lips were softer than the petals, and the nectar contained in it was as sweet as imagined, with the slightly astringent fragrance of tea leaves.
Shen Shu greedily usurped all the nectars, and the flames burned in his eyes, which became deeper and deeper - Nian'er suddenly said, "Little brother, why did you suddenly bully brother!"
In Nian'er's palm, the slumped hairball also opened Hei Doudou's eyes wide, looking at the two of them, revealing an overly humanized look of shock. Then he fluttered his wings and tried to fly, while making an angry sound of "chirp chirp".
The noisy voice in his ears finally made Ye Yunlan recover from the shock.
Then there was a crisp sound.
Ye Yunlan slapped Shen Shu on the face.
Shen Shu didn't hide, and received the slap firmly, tilted his head to one side, and a clear five-fingerprint appeared on his handsome cheek.
Ye Yunlan stood up, his expression was icy cold, but his hands and hearts were shaking constantly, showing his uncontrollable anger.
"Are you awake?"
Shen Shu tilted his head and said nothing.
Ye Yunlan's expression became colder.
He lowered his stinging palms and said coldly.
"Over the years, I have accepted you as an apprentice, treated you as a parent-child upbringing, led you into the Dao, taught your swordsmanship, and never hid your secrets."
"I have no nostalgia for the world, but I have high hopes for you."
"But Shen Shu, you disappoint me."
Shen Shu's expression moved slightly.
The thirst in the throat has been dissipated by the impulsive overcoming just now, the dark part of the soul feels satisfied, and the mind gradually becomes clear.
But he didn't regret what he had just done.
If it was said that when he eavesdropped on Master's self-blame through the wall, he still didn't know how he felt about Master, then when his body grew longer and he met Master in dreams every day, he already knew that he ? Have a desire for one's own master.
He's been keeping this secret very well.
According to Ye Yunlan's expectations, practice the exercises in a down-to-earth manner, respect teachers, and make friends, just for Ye Yunlan's admiration.
But he suddenly didn't want to hide at this moment.
He didn't want to always be treated by Ye Yunlan only as an apprentice, didn't want to always know nothing, didn't want to watch his master, because of his injury, lay down under another person - what others can do, he? Why can't he? do it
Shen Shu met Ye Yunlan's gaze. It was only a moment ago that the pale color on the lips of the person in front of him had disappeared, but it was swollen and swollen from the kiss, and the lips were even broken and bleeding, condensing out a thrilling red like an agate.
He whispered: "Master, I just want to help you."
"Stubborn!" Ye Yunlan had never been so angry. With a flick of his sleeve, the tea cup on the table was swept to the ground by him, making a shattering sound.
"… get out!"
Shen Shu didn't move, but continued to ask: "Since others can recommend their own pillow seats to Master, why can't I?"
Ye Yunlan didn't answer, just took a deep breath.
The blush on his face caused by anger became more and more gorgeous, and he suddenly bowed down and coughed violently.
A bright red dripped from between his fingers.
Shen Shu's pupils shrank, and he quickly supported Ye Yunlan to let him sit down. He wanted to pat him on the back, but Ye Yunlan threw his hand away.
Shen Shu's hands stopped in mid-air and froze, then turned his head to look at Nian'er beside him, his brows tightened, and he said, "Taigu Di Xinzhi, give it to me!"
Nian'er next to him looked worriedly at Ye Yunlan, who was coughing in a low voice, glared at Shen Shu angrily, and hurriedly said: "Although the treasure house is in charge of Nian'er, it is my emperor who has placed the ban on the treasure house, and it must be opened according to the rules. , The battle on the top of the clouds is not over, the treasure house... Nian'er can't open it."
Nian'er said, so anxious that tears rolled in her eyes, she said, "It's all you! It's all because of you! My brother is like this all of a sudden!"
Shen Shushen looked at Ye Yunlan's knitted brows from coughing, and the bright red between his fingers, and finally panicked.
He was silent for a moment, then knelt down in front of Ye Yunlan on one knee.
The broken porcelain on the ground sank into his knees, and the hot tea soaked his clothes, he didn't seem to realize it, but just crawls on Ye Yunlan's knees.
He opened his mouth and said, "Master, the disciple is wrong."
"Teacher is just too worried about Master's injury, that's why... he spoke lies."
He clenched his five fingers into the palm of his hand and said in a low voice.
"In the future, if the master doesn't like the disciple mentioning this matter, the disciple... won't mention it again."
Ye Yunlan's violent cough finally calmed down.
Shen Shu took out Fang Supa, straightened up, and wanted to wipe the blood from his lips, but Ye Yunlan raised his hand to block it.
Ye Yunlan's long eyelashes drooped down, looking at Shen Shu kneeling in front of him, her pale face showed a touch of deep exhaustion, and she said in a low voice, "Go away."
Shen Shu stared at him for a long time, then stood up and folded the handkerchief on the table, cleaned up the scattered pieces of porcelain on the ground, and left here.
Before leaving, he said: "Master, the disciple will win the battle at the top of the clouds, and bring the ancient earth Xinzhi to you."
Ye Yunlan didn't give him a half-point response.
Until Shen Shu's figure disappeared, Nian'er said worriedly: "Brother? That little brother just now, how could you be so angry."
The mountain spirits who stay in the Tianchi Mountains, even though they are thousands of years old, still don't know much about many things in the world.
It's just that he touched his mouth and knocked some skin off. Nian'er didn't understand why Ye Yunlan was so angry.
Ye Yunlan shook his head, picked up the handkerchief by the table and wiped the blood on his hands.
He closed his eyes and was silent for a while.
He is not a virgin with no experience.
When Shen Shu just kissed him forcibly, the eyes he looked at him were blatant and hot, as if he was going to eat him.
He? Knows what that means.
But he didn't understand, when exactly did Shen Shu develop such a rebellious mind towards him.
And for such an offense, he should have felt repulsed and disgusted.
But when Shen Shu kissed him, at that moment, his first feeling was not nausea.
Rather... warm.
The furball flapped its wings and jumped onto his lap, interrupting his thoughts.
A mass of warm golden light melted into his body, making his depressed and aching chest much better.
Ye Yunlan raised his hand and gently rubbed the hair ball's head, and then looked at the misty clouds in the distance.
He remembered what he had read in books over the years.
Teachers are like fathers, and they are responsible for disciplined students. When disciples make mistakes, they should not be ignored. They should be guided by actions and guided by their hearts.
His time in this world is running out.
Neither Shen Shu nor him could make any more mistakes.
…
Shen Shu's heart was cloudy.
This kind of mood is reflected in the way he treats his opponent in the battle against the top of the clouds. The shot is getting more and more fierce and crazy.
Until he defeated the seventh opponent with the gust of wind sweeping the leaves, the eyes of the people around him were already filled with fear.
And after defeating his opponent, he didn't go back to Asgard, but wandered in Tianchi Mountain all day, as if looking for something.
On this day, the bell of Tianchi Mountain rang again, and Shen Shu jumped and landed on the competition platform at the top of the clouds.
His opponent is an acquaintance and a fellow of Tianzong.
Tianzong's senior brother He Lanze has already won the first place in the last Tianchishan Taoist discussion meeting. This time, he and another person, Rong Ran, are the only ones who are qualified to compete in the Floating Cloud Summit.
Rong Ran is one of the few Nascent Soul cultivators in this discussion, and is also a well-known beauty on the beauty list.
Therefore, not only was the Asgard Palace spectator seat full of people today, but there were also many cultivators gathered outside the Wuyun Peak Competition Stage.
Rong Ran stood quietly opposite Shen Shu.
Dressed in Tsing Yi, with picturesque eyes.
It's just that, compared to the man who was polite and polite three years ago, three years after being punished by Qi Yunjun to face the wall, his complexion was a little paler, and there was an irreversible gloom in his expression.
Rong Ran held a cyan spirit sword in his hand, smiled and said, "Long time no see, nephew Shen."
"Three years ago, you made a rude remark. I said that I would discipline Alan. Today I finally have a chance."
Even though Shen Shu ascended the Heavenly Rank earlier than him, Rong Ran did not feel that he was weaker than Shen Shu.
There is a huge gap in cultivation between Yuan Ying and Jin Dan. Unless Shen Shu's swordsmanship is extremely high, he will never be his opponent.
But only an outer disciple.
Thinking that this outer sect disciple had lived with Ye Yunlan for the past three years, the gloomy color in Rong Ran's eyes became heavier.
A scarlet color flashed across Shen Shu's eyes, the iron in his hands was unsheathed, and his lips curled into a sneer, "With you, are you worthy of being my uncle?"
The bell rang again.
The battle has begun.
The sword light raged in the field, Rong Ran resisted with his deep cultivation, but his pace was unconsciously retreating.
After he realized this, he was horrified to find that although Shen Shu's cultivation was only in the late stage of Jindan, his kendo realm was already comparable to He Lanze, or even stronger!
As time passed, Rong Ran became more and more shocked and puzzled.
Three years ago, Shen Shu was clearly still an outer disciple he dismissed, but now, he has the strength to suppress him!
Why!
Jealousy grows wildly at the bottom of my heart.
A gloomy color flashed in his eyes, the long sword was no longer in a defensive posture, but a majestic aura radiated from it, and it attacked Shen Shu.
But that's not his real killer move.
The majestic spiritual light turned into water mist, blocking most people's sight, and in Rong Ran's sleeves, several indistinct black spots shot towards Shen Shu!
Over the years, while studying the cultivation of Acacia Love Gu, he has conducted a more in-depth study of the Southern Border Gu worm method and realized that it is a cultivation method that is more suitable for him than swordsmanship.
He studied under the most powerful man in the world, Qi Yunjun, but he really has no talent for kendo, so far he has not been able to obtain the true teaching of kendo, but he needs strength - greedily needs strength.
This kind of "Sword Poison Gu" newly refined by him can transform into a sword energy at the moment of invading the human body, gnawing at the internal organs of the person who is in the Gu, making them lose their ability to resist.
Rong Ran's face already showed the look of winning, but in the next moment, he suddenly froze.
His senses couldn't go wrong. Sword Poison Gu really entered Shen Shu's body, but as soon as he entered, it seemed to be swallowed up by something extremely evil!
how so!
Sword Poison Gu was refined by him, controlled by him, and connected to his mind and spirit. Once Sword Poison Gu died, Rong Ran's mind and spirit would be violently turbulent. The sword technique in his hand was full of flaws, and his chest and abdomen were sunk. The special sword qi hit, and the whole person flew several meters away.
His whole body was aching, and he barely opened his eyelids, only to see Shen Shu standing in front of him with a sword, his long sword raised in the air, and his scarlet eyes looking down at him coldly.
In those eyes, Rong Ran seemed to see boundless corpses and a terrifying blood-colored purgatory.
—Did Shen Shu really want to kill him here
Rong Ran's heart was already splitting, but realizing this, the tense string in his heart suddenly disconnected.
He has not yet finished refining all the things he entrusted to his heart and spirit, and the birds that have left him have not returned to him, no matter what, they cannot die here.
Can't help screaming: "Don't kill me, I admit defeat!"
The onlookers were in an uproar, but they did not expect that Rong Ran, who was so optimistic about everyone, turned out to be so embarrassed to admit defeat.
Shen Shu snorted coldly, and the long sword fell, inserted into Rong Ran's neck, and drew a thin blood mark.
Rong's face jumped like a dead fish in shock, his face was pale, and he lay on the ground and trembled like a worm for a while, before he slowly recovered.
He knew that he had lost all his face today, and that the image he had worked so hard to manage in Tianzong for the past few years was considered to have collapsed.
It's just that where he can't see, a shadow sneaks into his shadow.
After Rong Ran walked back to the Immortal Palace, he suddenly froze between his brows, quickened his pace, and hid in an empty room.
Then he grabbed the clothes at the heart, and his expression was distorted, as if he was sweating coldly from the pain.
With trembling hands, he took out the elixir bottle from his sleeve, poured a large amount of elixir into his hand, and took it whole.
After this, he seemed to be much better.
But then he felt that something was suddenly imprisoned in the throat, and it was deeply tightened. The feeling of suffocation made his complexion suddenly turn blue.
A gloomy voice came from his ear.
"The news that Master is injured and needs to be repaired with others, is it from you?"
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