The two came to the edge of a sea cliff on Feihua Island, where there were strange rocks and rough seas. The waves hit the rocks and shattered into tens of thousands of snow foam in an instant. There was nothing around, but the vast sea and sky. moon.
Mo Ran summoned the sword that he had made a contract with, and then turned to ask Chu Wanning: "Why can't the master master the sword?"
"No." Chu nightning said, "I'm not good at it."
"Why is he not good at law?"
Chu nightning waved his sleeves, his expression was a little more arrogant, but his ears were red: "I can only fly not far from the ground."
The ink burns a little surprised. The sword, one inch from the ground and one hundred meters from the ground, consumes the same spiritual power. Since Chu nightning can fly not far from the ground, there is no reason not to rise to the sky. Go, he said: "Master, give it a try, I'll see."
"..." Chu nightning did not call the sword, but said indifferently, "I usually don't want to use the sword, because I feel that the weapon needs to be respected after all, and it is inappropriate to step on it."
"?"
I don't know why he suddenly explained it, but the ink burned still nodded.
"Master is right.... But... we can't lie on the sword, or hang on the sword and fly."
Chu nightning was speechless for a while, but when he looked up, he saw the moonlight. The man smiled and looked at himself. He couldn't help but be angry and said: "On weekdays, if there is an emergency, I will use the dragon enchantment to fly."
The ink burned slightly: "That little dragon?"
"It can get bigger." Chu nightning said, it seemed to save some face, but soon it was a little embarrassing, "but it is completely useless when encountering the fire of the change of Confucianism. It is afraid of fire. "
The ink burned suddenly: "So the master wants to learn the sword, because he wants to-"
"in case the emergency."
The ink burned without a word, and Linyi was billowing with thick smoke and raging flames, swallowing many lives. At that time, Chu nightning stood on his sword and watched the mortals below be swallowed by the fire, and they were burned into ashes. , Can't Yujian carry anyone, what was the mood of Chu nightning at that time
No wonder this man, who would rather ride a carriage than ride his sword, suddenly made such a request to his apprentice.
"I see, Master don't have to worry, I will definitely teach you well."
Hearing what he said, Chu nightning didn't make a sound, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking, but he finally sighed and raised his hand: "Huaisha, call."
A golden light suddenly condensed, and the ink burned in this quiet and peaceful sea, sky and moonlight, and saw the divine martial arts that appeared in the previous life and his life and death confrontation again.
Chu nightning's killing blade-
waisha.
It is a long sword that is very Chu Wanning at first glance. I am afraid there is no second person in this world who can be more suitable as its sword master than Chu Wanning. Its decoration is light, and the whole body is full of gold, because the golden light is too dazzling, and even slightly pale. The rays of light were continuous, and flowed down from the sword very calmly, hanging down in the night, like a burning fireworks line, and like a slipping white sand.
"This is Huaisha." Chu nightning looked at it and said, "You haven't seen it before, it's too violent, I don't use it often."
The ink burned in a complicated mood, nodded for a while, and said in a low voice: "It's a good sword."
Night wind, Mo Ran stepped on the blade of his saber, his toes moved slightly, and the saber slowly lifted up, a few inches off the ground.
The ink burned back and said to Chu nightning: "Master also try."
Chu nightning also stood on Huaisha, and Huaisha rose a few inches evenly, carrying Chu nightning around in a circle.
"Isn't this good?" Mo Ran said, "Get up and try again." He said, the control sword flew to a position of about five feet, bowed his head and smiled at Chu Wanning, "Come up here."
"… "
Chu nightning pursed his lips and raised Huaisha to a position flush with him without a word.
The ink burned: "No problem, Master, don't you know? Let's-"
He stopped abruptly, because he suddenly noticed that Chu nightning's face was pale, the lines of the whole face were very tight, a pair of drooping eyelashes and swaying grass in the wind trembled, as if trying to endure something.
The ink burned and looked down, only five feet away from the ground.
Looking up again, staring at Chu Wanning in disbelief.
He suddenly had a very absurd thought in his mind—
Shizun doesn't know how to use his sword, maybe it's because... he's afraid of heights, right?
Ink burning: "..."
This is very embarrassing, and he also finds it strange. Chu nightning is a very good person. The towering buildings will go up when they say it, and they will go down when they say it. How can such a person be afraid of heights? But observing the man standing on the sword, his face is indeed ugly, his eyes are wandering, and even if he tries to suppress it, there is still some thin panic between his eyebrows.
The ink burned and probed: "Master?"
Chu nightning's reaction was a little intense. He looked up suddenly, and the night wind smashed his broken hair, but he didn't raise his hand to plunder. A pair of hanging phoenix eyes flashed annoyance, splashing behind the chaotic forehead. Vigilant Fireworks: "Huh?"
"Cough... puff."
"why are you laughing!!!"
"I have a dry throat and cough."
The ink burned desperately and laughed. He thought, he didn't run away. It turned out that he was really afraid of heights. No wonder he just explained so much, just wanted to save himself some face.
Since the master wants to save face, of course, the apprentice has to cooperate with the master to go down the steps.
The ink burned: "The sword is indeed the more difficult it is to get higher. At the beginning, I couldn't go up to five feet. I have to practice more."
"You couldn't go up before?"
"Um."
Mo Weiyu, who took off a hundred feet in the sky for the first time with Yu Jian, nodded gently.
"Maybe not five feet, I dare not look on the ground, so maybe... three feet? In short, Xue Meng can easily kick me down."
Chu nightning's heart was slightly settled.
He never had the embarrassment to tell anyone about Yu Jian's fear of heights, but now it seems that there is nothing to be ashamed of.
"Master, try not to look down."
"Um?"
"You just look at me." The ink burned on the top, thought about it, and lowered it a little, "Don't care how much it rises, just think about flying to the same position as me."
Chu nightning gritted his teeth and went up a bit. The thin and smooth sword body stepped on his feet, and the genial Ye Feng at this time also became clammy and cold like a snake.
"Don't look down, don't look down." Mo Ran couldn't help repeating patiently with him, and stretched his hand to him, "Come here, grab my hand."
Chu nightning learned to focus seriously and said: "No, I can do it myself."
The ink burned and he did not force him any more. He knew the temper of Chu nightning. When this person wants to come by himself, if it is not a big deal, it is best to let him.
A person who is used to being a giant tree is not used to relying on people.
To be by his side, to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, can make him feel comfortable and comfortable.
Although he really wanted to turn Chu Wanning into a soft spring water with vines around his fingers, he rubbed into his rough torso and let him break into his arms and turn into his blood. Like most men in the world, he always has some unrealistic and terrifying possessiveness towards those he loves deeply.
It's nature, it's instinct.
The aggressiveness of the male instinct made him eager to lock up Chu nightning, endlessly lingering with himself day and night, swallowing all his enthusiasm.
I long for him to lie high on the hotbed all day long, a golden beast with a bright brain and a fragrant fragrance, and will not be seen by the second person other than himself.
I long for him to be his subordinate all his life, and his warm body will always wrap him.
The gluttonous beast who longs for the bruising and purple hickey on his body to become lustful, uses the heaviest and hottest love every night to fill his stomach with overflowing and feed it to the softness of his feet.
However, the love makes the ink burn in the heart.
Love makes him want to respect Chu Wanning, want to see him high-spirited, brisk horses, want to see him go out of the world with his sword, and flutter his sleeves with white snow.
I want to allow him to grow arrogantly to the sky in the jungle, to cast shade mercifully, to allow him to flourish, and to allow him to break and get hurt in the wind and rain.
So, love put shackles on his instincts, put bridles on his animal desires, let him lower his eyes and hold his scorching breath, and become obedient.
Let him all his life, he would rather lock his nature and pull out his sharp teeth and fangs.
He was possessive and selfish because of love, and now he is tolerant and selfless because of love.
So he will not try to imprison Chu Wanning and try to change Chu Wanning like in his previous life.
This belated and pure love made the former Emperor Treading Immortal willing to surrender, willing to spend his whole life, only to be the person who accompanies Chu Wanning.
The saber climbed a little bit, and after reaching a certain height, even if Chu Ningning didn't look at the ground, his fingertips couldn't help shaking slightly under the wide sleeves.
His scalp was tingling.
Mo Ran saw his nervousness and said: "Don't be afraid, this is the same as Qinggong."
"It's not the same." Chu nightning said, "Qinggong relies on himself, Yujian is..."
"Yijian also relies on himself."
"Yu Jian is relying on the sword!" Chu nightning said angrily.
Ink burning: "..."
He somewhat understands why his master is first-class in light work, but he is afraid when he is in the sword - Chu nightning is never used to relying on anything, he has always been relying on himself, so only when he is relying on himself, He will feel the most at ease.
This cognition made Mo Ran's heart sour and felt very distressed.
He said, "It's okay, Master, you have to trust Huaisha."
But Chu nightning's demeanor was calm, but the anxiety and panic in his eyes could not be hidden. Mo Ran saw that his forehead was oozing with fine sweat, and his feet began to be unstable. His heart was not good, and he couldn't go on like this. If Chu nightning fell from the sword at this time, I am afraid the shadow will be deeper.
Immediately said: "Let's go down first."
Chu nightning couldn't ask for this, and the two fell to the ground. He slowed down for a while and asked, "How high did you fly?"
The ink burned intentionally to report more, and said: "More than fifty feet."
Chu nightning was really taken aback and opened his eyes wide: "So many?"
"Yeah." Mo Ran smiled, "Master is so powerful, if you fly next time, five hundred feet will not be a problem."
"… "
Hearing five hundred feet, Chu nightning's already pale face became more and more ugly. He waved his hand without saying a word, staring at the Huai sofa.
The ink burned for a while, and said: "In this way, Master, I will take you to fly around first, and then adapt to it."
"You don't have to take me, it's not that you haven't taken me."
"But before, Shizun didn't look at the ground on the way to Yujian."
This made him right. Every time he took someone else's sword, he always tried to look at that person's back, or some other point, trying his best to think that he was still on the ground.
Mo Ran summoned his sword again, and made it a little wider. He stepped on it first, and then turned his head and said to Chu Wanning gently: "Come on, come up."
Chu nightning secretly gritted his teeth, but he still swept up and landed on the hilt lightly.
The ink burned: "Stand firmly." Yan Bi pointed his toes, and the saber was ordered, and he swayed up in a flash, straight into the sky. Chu nightning closed his eyes habitually at first, but when he heard the laughter of the ink burning in his ear, he suddenly woke up and looked down.
It's okay not to look at it. At first glance, the cold hairs on Chu nightning's body are all erected.
The grandson of the ink burned, and took him to fly towards the depths of the sky at a very fast speed. Feihua Island was left far behind, becoming more and more distant, and the ears were the rushing sound of the wind whistling, and the robes They were all soaked by the cold air of the night, and there was no support under their feet except for the sword. They flew over the sea. The blue-black sea water at night was like an ancient beast opening its dark mouth, swallowing the living beings.
The cold eyelashes were shaking finely, and Chu nightning subconsciously closed his eyes again, but heard the ink burning behind him and said, "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."
"I... I'm not afraid." Chu nightning's face was as white as paper.
The ink burned and smiled: "Okay, if you are not afraid, you are not afraid. Then if you feel cold or boring, you can tell me that I will take you back to the island."
Chu nightning didn't say a word, he knew that the ink burned to save face for himself.
After all, an Immortal Venerable who is shivering with the sword is more powerful than an Immortal Venerable who is terrified and shivering on the Sword.
Mo Ran saw that he couldn't bear it, and he was stubborn and refused to speak. He couldn't bear it, and said: "I will make the sword bigger."
He raised his hand and expanded the sword five or six circles, enough for him and Chu nightning to stand side by side.
"Master, in a few days, the fire of Linyi will be extinguished. Let's go back to the top of life and death, but what should we do with the people we brought?" He said, trying to relax the tension of Chu Wanning. bowstring.
Chu nightning is really powerful, but he can still think, he said: "Take it to Shuzhong."
"Um?"
"Take it to the middle of Shu first. After the calamity of Linyi, it will be a piece of scorched earth, and no one can live there."
The ink burned: "Okay."
He looked at Chu Wanning's pale face, and after a while, he was really distressed and asked, "Are you going back?"
"hold on."
The ink burned and expanded the sword a few more times. He asked Chu nightning to sit down. Sitting and watching would be much better than standing. He opened the enchantment, and Chu nightning turned his head and asked him: "What are you doing?"
"It's just a cold enchantment." Mo Ran's eyes are very gentle, "It's too high, it will be cold."
Chu nightning also let him go.
The enchantment is in the same vein as his own, very similar, even the begonia flowers condensed on the film between the brilliance, but his own is golden, and the ink is red.
With this layer of translucent barrier, even though I knew that it would have no effect other than to ward off the cold, I suddenly felt that there was an additional protection around me, or maybe the ocean that was seen through this barrier was no longer terrifyingly dark. In short, Chu nightning's tensed body gradually relaxed, and gradually his breathing was no longer so stagnant.
The ink burned sitting beside him and smiled: "Master, look over there."
"what?"
"Did you see it?"
"..." Chu nightning looked at the direction he pointed for a long time and frowned, "There is nothing but the moon."
"It's the moon."
Chu nightning was slightly startled and said: "What's so good? It's the same on the ground."
The ink burned and smiled: "This is the first time to sit with the master to appreciate the moon."
Chu nightning did not respond. After a while, when Mo Ran thought he would not say anything, he suddenly whispered: "It's not that I haven't seen it together."
"… what?"
The ink burned a little surprised and turned to look at him.
Yuehuadu is on the face of Ning Qingjun in the night of Chu, his skin is like the white petals in the cold night, two curtains of thick eyelashes are under the curtain, and there seems to be a deeper memory than the sea in his eyes.
"It's been too long, you should have forgotten." Chu nightning said, "Nothing."
Mo Ran didn't know what to say for a while, he lived longer than the Chu nightning in front of him, and many of the past events were no longer so angular, so that the past that Chu nightning remembered, he was not necessarily still hiding in heart.
He looked at Chu Wanning's side face and felt guilty, but in that guilt he couldn't help but breed a trace of sweetness. He even couldn't help but think of the kit, and remembered what he was going to ask yesterday - Chu nightning kept their hair knots and kept a lot of memories, why...
Caidie Town, Jinchengchi…
When the sky was split, he sacrificed his life to save himself.
why.
He didn't dare to speculate before, feeling that he was daring and shameless.
But in the past two days, every inch and every inch of discovery is fanning the flames of his wolf ambition.
-why.
"Master."
"Um?"
The blood in the chest is surging, and the excitement is surging. He was very thirsty in his throat, and when he stared at Chu Wanning, his eyes were extremely bright. He suddenly wanted to lean over, kiss his face, and summon the courage to ask him, do you... do you like me.
Above the sword, between heaven and earth, gave the ink a vague illusion of burning.
It seems that the two of them have no longer any fetters left in this world, and the past love and hatred have not happened, everything is as quiet and pure as the moonlight sprinkled through the light clouds.
He felt that the tender seedlings in his chest had finally become a big tree, and the thick tendons pushed through the dead soil, excavating the rich fishy smell from the depths of the earth.
When Chu nightning saw him silent for a long time, he turned back and asked him: "What's wrong?"
The ink burned without answering, he was dizzy, he longed to possess him, hug him, kiss him.
He leaned over involuntarily.
Then, he suddenly found that after opening the enchantment, although Chu nightning slowed down a little, he still pursed his blue and white lips and his face was very bad. He folded his arms in both hands, his slender fingers subconsciously clasped his arms, and clenched the cold cloth tightly.
When Chu nightning was afraid, he was not caught by others, but himself.
The ink burned for a while.
After that, the aggressive light in his eyes went out, and turned into small bits and pieces of light, like fishing fires.
very gentle.
Originally wanted to kiss his lips rashly, he pursed his lips slightly and gave a soft and bitter smile.
Originally wanted to hug his hand abruptly, but stopped, and after a while, touched the back of his cold hand.
"You..." Chu nightning was taken aback, there was a blush on his pale face, but he was dumb and alert, "What are you doing?"
He wanted to take his hand away, but when the ink burned, he would not let it go. Chu nightning only felt that his five fingers that were frozen into ice fell into a very warm big hand, from the palm to the fingertips, they were tightly wrapped and fit.
"Don't always rely on yourself." Mo Ran said, "I am here, you can rely on me."
If it is said that Chu nightning can still be calm, after hearing this sentence, no matter how slow and hesitant he is, it is impossible to feel the affection in it.
What's more, there are those pair of dark eyes that kill people, staring at him solemnly and solemnly, tenderly and swayingly. Chu nightning's heartbeat was as uneasy as the torrential rain, bit by bit knocking between his souls.
He didn't dare to look at the burning eyes again, turned his face suddenly, and lowered his head.
too hot.
One hundred feet in the sky, how could it be so hot.
He has always been arrogant and calm, but at this moment, he seems to have suddenly stepped into a territory that he does not know. In the face of the sudden and straightforwardness of the ink burning, Chu nightning's usual dismantling moves seem to be ineffective.
The man hotly pried open his clam shell, staring at the white and trembling flesh inside with his straight eyes. No matter the shiny pearls or the sweet mussels, they were all naked under the eyes of the man.
This arrogant and calm man threw away his armor, suddenly feeling anxious and at a loss.
How to do…
What should he say
he…
He realized that his hand was still being held by the ink, and it was tightly fitted.
He didn't know what to do, he was anxious and nervous, his eyes were a little red, and he subconsciously wanted to pull his fingertips away.
But just moved a little, and was held tightly by the ink.
The man's palm was sweaty and moist.
"Don't take it."
"… "
He is so strong, stubborn and stubborn. For some reason, Chu nightning suddenly felt that his words seemed a little sad.
The ink burned his eyes, stared at him for a long time, and said hoarsely: "Chu nightning..."
"… what did you call me?"
"… I was wrong."
Chu nightning's body is tighter than before, and his heartbeat is faster than Yujian at the beginning. He is not used to it, and he is not used to it.
He tried his best to get his footing, and before falling into this abyss, he would do one last dying struggle.
He lowered his eyes and said, "Well, knowing that I am wrong, it is not without medicine..."
The ink burned the heart very hot, and finally without thinking, he blurted out: "Night."
save.
The last word, Chu nightning has not had time to speak.
When he heard this gentle voice with a sigh again, his mind buzzed and went blank for a moment.
The last word was never spoken again.
There is no cure.
There is no cure—
They hesitated for so long outside the quagmire of lust, and finally couldn't help but step in and fell into it.
Mo Ran's voice was hoarse, and he stared at him: "Wanning, in fact, these few days, I have something I have been wanting to ask you."
"… "
The heart was so hot, the ink burned tightly in the hand of Chu nightning, and the fingers were shaking: "No, I won't ask you."
Chu nightning just breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the ink burning and said the next sentence.
"I don't ask you anything, I just want to tell you."
The ink burns decisively and never looks back.
In one breath, I used up all my courage.
"I like you."
The heart was shaking violently.
"I like you, it's not the apprentice's liking for the master, it's... I'm daring, I... I like you."
Chu nightning closed his eyes, and his fingertips gradually came to rest in the hot and humid warmth of that person, from trembling.
how come.
how come…
He must have heard it wrong, he's so ugly, so fierce, so incapable of speaking, so uninteresting, he's useless and terrible and a fool. Who will like him
"I like you."
Chu nightning was stunned for a long time. He really didn't know what to say. He was very upset and had no rules. He felt bitter and fearful. His mind was almost blank. He thought as before, Fu Xiu scolded "nonsense", wanted to say "ridiculous", and thought about it a lot, but it was all choked in the throat and unable to express.
After being stiff for a long time, Chu nightning was hoarse and said without thinking: "... I have a bad temper."
"you treat me well."
"I, I'm getting older."
"You look younger than me."
Chu nightning was almost in a hurry, he was dazed and helpless: "I'm so ugly..."
This time, it was Mo Ran's turn to be stunned. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the extremely handsome man in front of him. He didn't understand why such a good-looking person would be ashamed of himself
Chu nightning saw that he was silent, and his heart was even more panicked and blank, and he bowed his head and said: "I don't look good."
"… "
"Not as good as you."
Talking silently like this, suddenly his cheek was touched by a warm hand. He heard the sigh of the burning ink, which was more gentle than the moonlight tonight: "Would you like to look at my eyes?"
Chu nightning: "Your eyes...?"
The ink burned with warm eyes, reflecting the figure of a man in white. He said: "Have you seen it? That is the most beautiful person in the world."
Chu nightning stared at him, although his heart was already stormy, but there was not much expression on the frozen face that was not three feet cold in a day.
The ink burned his palms, sweating.
He whispered again, "I like you."
Chu nightning seemed to be stabbed, his fingers trembled, and after a while, he lowered his head abruptly, "I like you" was like a sharp knife, plunged into his heart, so the blood was running out of control. Chu nightning's eyes were red, maybe he really waited too long, he didn't know that he would react like this when he heard this sentence. He was so anxious that he almost cried, "I'm not good. I haven't... I haven't been liked."
I have not been liked.
No one has ever felt happy, proud, and precious for having me.
Thirty-two years.
Nobody liked it.
Mo Ran heard this sentence, looking at the man who lowered his head and didn't even want to lift his face, suddenly felt so painful, so painful that his heart was cracked, and his bones were smashed.
It was his treasure, but it was covered in dust for nearly half his life.
He was in so much pain that he didn't know what to say or what to say.
In the end, he just clumsily, holding the hand of Chu nightning tightly, he couldn't stop saying: "Yes, yes."
someone like you. I like you.
You are what someone wants, you are wanted by someone, don't be so inferior, don't be so stupid, and say the best and best of yourself is worthless. fool.
Fool Chu Wanning.
I like you.
After a long time, the ink burned and asked him: "What about you?"
"… what?"
The ink burned down and the eyelashes were stunned: "I... I am so stupid, so ignorant, so unreliable, I... I have done many unforgivable wrongs."
He paused and whispered, "Will you like me?"
Chu nightning had already raised his face. When he heard him say this, he suddenly looked at the pair of soft black eyes. He was flustered again, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He suddenly pulled out his hand and turned his face away. .
He didn't nod or shake his head.
No affirmation, no denial.
But the ink burned clearly and saw that Chu nightning's ears were red, and the red was like a beautiful neck.
"That kit..."
"Don't say it." Chu nightning suddenly muffled, and now the whole face is red, "Don't say it."
Mo Ran looked at Chu Wanning, who was unwilling and shy, angry and dazed, the light and shadow in the pupils flowed, and the moonlight lingered.
He sat down, stretched out his hand again, and grabbed the fingertips of Chu nightning.
Chu nightning is trembling, and the fingers of the ink are also trembling. He covers the fine five fingers of Chu nightning, and then, one by one, in a way that has never been seen before-
Fingers clasped together, palms fit together.
Chu nightning blushed and opened his face even more.
This time, he didn't break free.
So the ink burned and held the hand of Chu nightning, and finally realized it after realizing it, and confirmed it uncomfortably.
Chu nightning... also likes him.
Finally, he knew.
The author has something to say: With the sword, the red dust will come out, and the snow will fall with the sword. The reference is modified from the Lingyue line of "Ancient Sword Qi Tan 1 dlc Tianyong Old Story".
Small Theater "Need a Small Theater Today? 》
Xue Meng: Huh? Who is playing the small theater today
Meat Bun: You guessed it.
Xue Meng: mmp, where is my master? ?
Meat Bun: Hey hey hey.
Xue Meng:…
Brother Mei Hanxue, who sells box lunches on the street corner: Don't look for your master, sit down and eat a bowl of Houttuynia cordata fried pork with rice, don't ask children about adult matters.
Xue Meng: ? ?