How much can you do in a room where no one else can step into it
The long scroll was hanging in the air, and Chen He was writing with a lustrous color, like a fine silk paper.
Even if you take a half step closer, you can feel the pressure as natural as a mountain.
"Chu Ran howls, the sky is windy, the clouds are boundless..."
Shi Feng followed the gesture and looked at it, and couldn't help but say aloud in the place with the strongest momentum.
Chen He turned his head slightly, and the brush in his hand also froze.
A hand gently held Chen He's right hand from the back, and then followed the trend of the pen just now, and wrote the second half of the poem seamlessly.
"...Silver hook iron painting, dragon anger and phoenix, left in the world."
Chen He felt his entire back sink into a familiar embrace.
Outside the porch, there was heavy snow, red plum blossoms, and a faint fragrance spread.
Slender, powerful, and indescribably good-looking.
A long time ago, when Chen He was still unable to grasp a pen, this hand wrapped his fist like this, moved it to the paper, and showed him stroke by stroke.
To this day, although the handwriting of the two people is slightly different, they are in harmony with each other. If you don't pay attention, you will think that only one person has written the scroll from beginning to end.
Chen He didn't choose this queer word originally, but for some reason, he just wrote such a paragraph, and the depression in his chest seemed to be thrown out along with the gesture.
Even when Shi Feng wrote "Silver hook and iron painting, stay in the world", the eyes staring at this scroll were unusual.
He was like a teenager who found a new fun and immediately decided to hang it on the wall and watch it day and night.
"Brother..."
After Chen He whispered a word, he fell silent again.
He wanted to ask how long there would be days like this, how long Shi Feng could stay with him in this world, and he was afraid that after saying it, it would ruin Shi Feng's rare interest - this pair of words has not been finished yet.
As expected, Shi Feng just responded, his mind was still on the pen.
He lifted the pen to re-dip the ink, and drew a landscape painting directly on the large blank space next to the words.
Chen He's hand has always been firmly held on the pen. With this close posture, the whole person does not seem to be enclosed in Shi Feng's arms. Just like this, each stroke, shallow or thick, paints the banks of the Yedu River. of a flat boat.
The willow bank is blurred, the boat is gone, and the ferry is independent.
Chen He hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, this... this doesn't match the meaning of the word!"
Historically, inscriptions are accompanied by paintings, and there are few paintings after writing. If the difference is far, it will appear strange.
Now this hanging scroll has such a nondescript taste in it, the words are good words, and the paintings are good paintings, so why not match.
"Who said it doesn't fit?"
Shi Feng paused, then lifted the pen and poked Chen He's forehead lightly with one end.
"How can this be..." Chen He's second half sentence stuck in his throat, his eyes lit up, "Senior brother knows what I wanted to write."
"Please take a look at the East Flowing Water, and you will know that the world is different-"
Shi Feng wiped a bit of ink on the tip of Chen He's nose, and said, "You are all on your face."
Chen He's face was a little hot, and he couldn't help muttering: "Last time, my senior brother taught me that no one can read the words on their faces. If you guess right, you can guess right. There is something you dare not admit."
So there was another ink stain on his cheek.
Chen He stood honestly, casually letting go of Feng Mo, but quietly rolled his eyes in his heart: Ever since he met Qu Hong, he has discovered another side of his brother that was hidden deeply.
In the past, Chen He was very strange. How could Shi Feng have such a good relationship with the old man with long eyebrows? Could it be because they lived relatively close to each other when they were in Heiyuan Valley
Now Chen He understands.
Shi Feng's indifference came after many failures, and he would never be such a person before.
Later, it was only in front of people who were willing to trust, even the closest people, to show some clues. Such people are probably only Chen He and Nan Hongzi.
After finishing the painting, Shi Feng swung it at will, and the scroll floated to the wall that Chen He had been optimistic about.
Chen He threw the pen on the edge of the inkstone, rolled it around, and the ink stains dripped onto the table, but no one cared whether it was put away or not.
The cold winter snow outside the window, and the warmth of spring inside the house.
Across the formation, no one could see the scene inside, only faint sounds came out.
"Don't be in such a hurry."
Shi Feng's voice was slightly hoarse, as if comforting and patient.
After a long time, Chen Hecai said sullenly, "Senior brother, if Tiandao goes back in time again, what should we do?"
His voice was a little changed, with joy and pain, and more of an annoyance.
"...How can it be so easy? Even if it is the way of heaven, it cannot be done at will."
Shi Feng was accustomed to his younger brother being very serious at times like this, and he chose to talk to him about business affairs at such times.
At first, he was helpless, but as the number of double cultivations increased, Shi Feng found out that Chen He was actually easy to lose his tough aura at this time, and he would ask out some of the uneasiness in his heart.
Over time, Shi Feng no longer felt strange.
The primordial spirits blended together, the bodies fit together, and they hugged tightly together without gaps.
Chen He's eyes were wide open, as if his consciousness was dizzy, and he seemed to be thinking about what Shi Feng had just comforted him.
He subconsciously curled up and wrapped Shi Feng even tighter, not wanting to let go or leave.
From the neck to the chest is covered with light crimson, panting rapidly, and occasionally moaning. The vibrato of yin, every sound can be buckled on Shi Feng's heartstrings.
Occasionally, when Chen He came back to his senses, he would try to put pressure on Shi Feng.
In order to put his head on Shi Feng's heart, his arms tightly hugged his brother's shoulders.
"Brother."
After he called out, he shouted again and again.
It's not that he wants to say anything, and it's not that he can't stand begging. Chen He just likes to do it. It seems that if he does, he can be sure that all this is real and not an illusion that he can't get away from the flames.
He recited too much, so disturbed that Shi Feng couldn't hold back the wanton spread of delusions, the mouth that murmured would be blocked, and the spiritual energy poured into the mouth endlessly, and then turned out from the meridian orifices.
What's more, it pulsates violently with the heat source in the body.
Chen He was soft in Shi Feng's arms, as if all his strength had been taken away, and he was lazy even raising his eyes.
After a long time, the room returned to silence.
Shi Feng got up, and before he put on his clothes, he casually covered Chen He with a thin quilt.
How could a cultivator be afraid of the cold in the spirit-transforming stage, but Shi Feng was used to this, and he didn't feel anything wrong: he couldn't let his junior brother lie on the bed with his body exposed like this.
Chen He didn't move, as if he had fallen asleep.
But how could he hide this trick from Shi Feng's eyes.
Shi Feng leaned on the bed and hugged his junior brother in his arms. After a while, he heard a muffled sentence from his arms: "That time is coming soon."
Without waiting for Shi Feng to answer, Chen He said decisively: "Senior brother, you don't have to lie to me, I can feel it."
The unfathomable meaning of the cultivator who has stepped into the Tribulation Transcendence Stage is more obvious and more uncertain.
"Well, soon, senior brother is waiting for you in Immortal Realm." Shi Feng patted Chen He on the back soothingly.
"Maybe some of the ancestors of the Beixuan faction took a fancy to you..."
Chen He tried his best to make his tone seem relaxed, and deliberately said: "Unlike in the human world, the Beixuan faction must have good old friends. I heard that even if there is no relationship between the sects of the right way, they will still be polite. You are not allowed to call someone else’s junior brother!”
"it is good."
"Don't let others call you senior brother."
"… Um."
Chen He found that Shi Feng did not agree so happily this time, and immediately stressed with dissatisfaction: "No one is allowed to call you senior brother."
Shi Feng bowed his head and said in the ear of his apprentice and brother: "I promised this matter, but it doesn't work. You have to go to the master and prevent him from accepting a third apprentice."
Chen He was just messing around with Shi Feng, and he didn't necessarily take this condition seriously in his heart. Since Shi Feng cooperated, he even pretended to be unreasonable: "Master is yours, you take care of it!"
Shi Feng thought about it for a while, then said, "I'm afraid I can't control it."
"Forget it." Chen He took this step to come down, and pretended to be proud, "Master travels around the world and wants to find a better person than me and my brother, this is impossible."
This can't be said.
Shi Feng was hesitant to speak, but there was no limit to what Nan Hongzi admired.
It may be a butcher who is particularly good at slaughtering sheep, or it may be an old man who is dizzy and trembling. related to me."
Other fates, such as missing the dome, ruining the temple for one night, and friendship through a meal, are countless.
Over there, Chen He thought of something else—
"Go to Immortal Realm to find a good place to live and wait to support me and Master."
"Uh-huh?"
That's all, Junior Brother, what happened to Nan Hongzi
"I'm afraid of the immortals in the sky, and they are also snobbish, and I'm even more afraid that the immortals will have to spend money. Our master and apprentice are poor and poor, so why don't we expect senior brother to pave the way for us? After soaring in the future, I will act like this in my senior brother's subordinates. Blessed is it."
"… "
Chen He's serious appearance made Shi Feng knock him a shudder.
"What kind of prestige and blessing did you have in Yuzhou?" Shi Feng asked amusingly.
"That's a lot."
Chen He cheered up and told Shi Feng one by one, talking about himself as if he were a government official.
"Speaking of which, I don't dare to ascend, leaving the junior brother alone, no one will obey you, what if the devil treats you as a soft persimmon who has lost his backing?" Shi Feng said half-truth.
"Let them come." Chen He was too busy to panic.
He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I'm afraid you don't know, many demon cultivators in Yuzhou think that my cultivation base is obtained from senior brother."
"… "
This was the first time Shi Feng had heard of it.
It took him a long time to understand. This meant that he was the one below. Shi Feng didn't take it seriously: "Since you like this statement, then it's okay for me and others to admit it."