who is mentally retarded

Feng Xuan returned to Zhuyao Xiaozhu and found Qing Shuqu in the small courtyard. The other party was sitting in front of the stone table, holding a nine-fold golden lotus in his hand.

"Du Shilian?" Feng Xuan's voice was not too loud, just enough to make Qing Shuqu aware of his existence.

Qing Shuqu came back to his senses, put Du Shilian back into the sandalwood box, turned his head and said with a smile, "Ah Xuan, are you back?"

"Well, I'm back." Feng Xuan stepped forward in two or three steps, and came to Qing Shuqu's side, "Is this Du Shilian?"

Is this the world-saving lotus transformed by the holy monk Duchen?Feng Xuan originally wanted to ask this sentence, but he still couldn't ask it in the end.

"Yes." Qing Shuqu's voice was a bit like a sigh. He got up and walked into the study, put the sandalwood box on the bookshelf, set up several layers of restrictions, and left the room.

Feng Xuan followed behind Qing Shuqu, seeing the other party's indifferent expression, but couldn't help worrying: "Master..."

"Speaking of which, Ah Xuan, you seem to be breaking through the first level of "Taihao Sword Art"?" Qing Shuqu suddenly spoke, interrupting Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan paused for a moment, then continued following the topic: "Yes, but it will take some time."

"Ah Xuan is indeed very powerful." Qing Shuqu turned his head and looked at Feng Xuan with a smile, "Since this is the case, don't waste time being a teacher, go practice swords."

Qing Shuqu deliberately dismissed him.

Feng Xuan noticed this, but acted as if he didn't know it. Maybe letting the other party be alone for a while, Qing Shuqu's mood would be better.

Thinking of this, Feng Xuan nodded and left.

Feng Xuan practiced swordsmanship in the bamboo forest of Houshan, and did not close his posture until the mid-day of the moon, and was ready to go back, but when he passed a certain bamboo forest, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Through the clumps of green bamboos, one can vaguely see the blue figure of that day, Feng Xuan stepped forward, and was slightly stunned when he saw the person clearly: "Master?"

In the clearing among the bamboo groves, Qing Shuqu sat on the ground, his sky-blue robes were spread on the ground, several wine jars were placed beside him, he still held this one in his hand, while the other hand held his forehead, Qing Shuqu His eyes were half-closed, his face was reddish, obviously drunk.

Feng Xuan didn't hesitate, and walked over directly. If he hadn't passed by tonight, Qing Shuqu might have to sit here all night.

Qing Shuqu drooped his eyes and rubbed his forehead, his head was groggy, his consciousness probably couldn't be used, and the light and shadows at night were dim, he might not be able to find his way with his half-blind eyes, he might really have to sit here one night.

The Du Shilian sent by Feiwang is exactly the one transformed by Duchen. Thinking of this, Qing Shuqu couldn't help evoking a cold smile, and the old monk Kongchan sent the thing transformed by his best friend to In front of him, are you really not afraid that he will see the demons in his heart when he looks at this Du Shilian?

[I can't be enchanted anymore,] Qing Shuqu sneered in his heart, with a wry smile on his face, [Tell the monk to tell you that, how dare I become enchanted. ]

At this moment, the sound of footsteps behind him caught Qing Shuqu's attention, he turned his head and saw a vague figure.

The man was standing with a sword in his hand, his figure was tall and straight, the cool night wind blew by, making the other party feel a bit condensed, Qing Shuqu frowned, and called out with some uncertainty: "...Brother Xuanze?"

Feng Xuan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he was really drunk, and even admitted that he was wrong.

Ignoring the strange emotion in his heart, Feng Xuan stepped forward to help Qing Shuqu get up, but at this moment Qing Shuqu suddenly laughed, the ridiculousness didn't reach his eyes, but it was a little colder: "You know ?”

Feng Xuan was slightly suffocated for breathing and lost his voice for a while.

"It's just nonsense," Qing Shuqu put away the smile, and closed his eyes tiredly, "Senior brother Xuanze came here to find me on purpose, is he trying to comfort me?"

Feng Xuan opened his mouth, and immediately shut down when he was about to make a sound. Qing Shuqu had hidden a lot of things, and Feng Xuan wanted to know, but now the other party only said so much because he was Miyagaki. Qing Shuqu will not disclose half a word about his identity.

Feng Xuan pursed his lips, took a few steps forward, and then stretched out his hand to pull Qing Shuqu up first.

Qing Shuqu dimly saw the hand stretched out in front of him, he lowered his eyes slightly, but still held it, and got up following the opponent's strength, but when he stood up suddenly, the strength of alcohol also came up all of a sudden, Qing Shuqu's feet As soon as he softened, the whole person rushed forward. When Feng Xuan saw this, he quickly reached out to catch him, but he just hugged him full of arms.

Falling into Feng Xuan's arms, Qing Shuqu was only stunned for a moment, and then felt the warm and reassuring breath surrounding him, so he couldn't help shrinking into that embrace, and Feng Xuan felt that Qing Shuqu After the movement, he froze in place for an instant.

"Why me?" Qing Shuqu leaned on Fengxuan's shoulder and murmured, "Why..."

When the voice was choked up at the lowest point, Feng Xuan's heart twitched, what happened to Qing Shuqu, what was the unsolvable thing that made him show such a weak posture?

Feng Xuan raised his hand, wanting to pat the other person on the back as a sign of comfort.

"Senior Brother Xuan Ze..." Feng Xuan's hands froze at the extremely light murmur, and his heart was filled with sourness for a moment.

Because it is Miyagaki, Qing Shuqu will be close;

Because it is Miyagaki, Qing Shuqu will confide;

Because it is Miyagaki, Qing Shuqu will rely on it;

Because it is Miyagaki, Qing Shuqu is in his arms;

……

Yes, the relationship between the two of them was so close in the previous life, as if no third person could be inserted. After all, they are brothers who grew up together. They have experienced so many things together. I don’t know how many times they lived and died together. The feeling towards each other is natural. will be different from others.

[Peak Master Qing and Peak Master Gong are a perfect match! 】

Feng Xuan has often heard this sentence from the female disciples of various peaks in his past and present lives, but he never paid attention to it, but when he thinks about it now, his heart is filled with bitterness.

Feng Xuan took a deep breath, grabbed Qing Shuqu's shoulders, and pushed him out of his arms.

It happened that a gust of night wind blew past, and the cool temperature made Qing Shuqu sober for a moment. He seemed to want to say something, but the next moment, the warm touch on his lips made Qing Shuqu stunned, and his heart suddenly beat violently , In the second before his mind went blank, Qing Shuqu was only thinking about one thing: [He...is A Xuan. ]

Feng Xuan didn't know why he kissed her so impulsively, but when the two lips touched, Feng Xuan directly gave up everything.

Fengxuan's kiss was very light, just touching his lips, it was too pious, Qing Shuqu suddenly felt a little distressed, so he opened his teeth slightly, as if to invite.

After noticing Qing Shuqu's reaction, Feng Xuan's eyes darkened, then he supported Qing Shuqu's waist, and directly invaded the opponent's mouth.

The clear aroma of the wine stimulated the senses and lured Feng Xuan to penetrate deeper. Although both of them were very young, they only relied on instinct, their lips and teeth intertwined, and they were inseparable.

The two fell to the ground after kissing, their clothes gradually messed up.

Feng Xuan finally let go of Qing Shuqu, and looked down at the person below him who was panting with closed eyes, his pretty lips were moist and very attractive, his complexion was like a peach blossom, very gorgeous, and the corners of his eyes were also stained. Thin red, very enchanting, the open neckline reveals fair skin, people can't help but want to leave something on it.

"Hmm..." When her teeth bit her collarbone, Qing Shuqu couldn't help but groaned, but her voice was suppressed, and the tone at the end rose a little bit, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Feng Xuan was agitated by this sound, leaving little red marks on his fair skin. He slowly opened Qing Shuqu's collar, and his fingers slid down the thin waistline, right on the button of his hand. The moment when I put on the robe and belt——

"Ah Xuan..."

The sound was very soft, but it awakened Feng Xuan like a thunderbolt, he quickly backed away, and looked at Qing Shuqu in some panic: "Master, I..."

The sound stopped abruptly, Feng Xuan looked at the peaceful sleeping face, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, Qing Shuqu's breath was steady, the whole person was very quiet, indeed fell asleep.

Feng Xuan heaved a sigh of relief with some rejoicing and some disappointment, he calmed down his breathing, then raised his hand to arrange Qing Shuqu's robes, carried him back to Zhuyao Xiaozhu.

On the way, Feng Xuan kept thinking about what happened to the phrase "A Xuan" in Qing Shuqu's mouth?

Did he recognize him before, or did he murmur unconsciously because he felt a familiar breath in his sleep?

Feng Xuan didn't know, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only keep this question in his heart.

On the second day, Qing Shuqu woke up from his room. When he opened his eyes, he was stunned for a long time. His mind was in a mess due to the hangover last night. Qing Shuqu sat up, rubbed his aching temples, and waited After fully waking up, he found the note sticking to the side of the bed. Qing Shuqu picked up the talisman paper, and Miyagi's voice came out from the talisman paper: "If you return, I will see you in the North Pavilion of Wanjiange."

Qing Shuqu sighed softly, looking down at the sound transmission talisman in his hand, with a complicated expression on his face. At this moment, Feng Xuan walked in with a bowl of hangover soup. After moving for a few minutes, there was no other abnormality. Feng Xuan walked to the bed and handed the soup bowl to Qing Shuqu: "Master."

Qing Shuqu responded, took the soup bowl and drank it all, then he put the empty bowl aside, and said with Feng Xuan's nervous expression, "Ah Xuan."

"Yes." Feng Xuan replied.

"Yesterday..." Qing Shuqu paused, but changed his words, "How was your swordsmanship practice yesterday?"

Feng Xuan was slightly taken aback, and replied: "I still need to accumulate some more experience."

Qing Shuqu nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He got out of bed and ordered while arranging his clothes: "Brother Xuanze asked me to have a talk with the North Pavilion of Wanjiang Pavilion today. As a teacher, I want to leave immediately. Xuan can go to Beige to find me."

"The disciple understands."

Hearing Feng Xuan's answer, Qing Shuqu nodded, was about to leave but paused: "Ah Xuan, last night..."

Feng Xuan was facing Qing Shuqu with his back, he couldn't help but froze when he heard these four characters, but there was nothing wrong with his tone: "Master, please tell me."

"Last night you..." Qing Shuqu's eyes dimmed, and a trace of unbearable unbearable flashed through his eyes, but he continued, "Did you see senior brother Xuanze coming to look for me?"

With a sharp pain in his heart, Feng Xuan couldn't help clenching his fists, and he spoke, trying not to tremble in his voice: "Disciple... I don't know."

"Is that so... Forget it, just wait for a while. I have been waiting for more than 400 years, and it's not too late." Feng Xuan, who stayed in the room, finally couldn't hold on anymore. His whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he sat slumped on the ground. Feng Xuan's nails had already sunk into the palm of his hand, and blood was overflowing, but he didn't feel any pain at all, just because of the pain in his heart. Already far beyond the body.

After leaving Zhuyao Xiaozhu, Qing Shuqu let out a long breath, relaxed his tense body, looked back at Xiaozhu's direction, silently raised his hand and placed it under his nose, the very faint smell of blood still lingered at the tip of his nose, making him His heart couldn't help but hurt, Qing Shuqu smiled slightly, and muttered to himself: "Ah Xuan, don't waste time on me, a dying person..."

The author has something to say:

【Small Theater · Things I Don’t Know】

1. In the previous life, after Fei Wang handed Du Shilian to Qing Shuqu, he left directly, so Gong Yuan and Qiu Yangju didn't know about the fairy gate

2. In the previous life, after Miyagaki learned that Feiwang had given Dushilian transformed by Duchen to Qingshuqu, he went to find him because he was worried, and then found Qingshuqu who was drunk in the bamboo forest, and endured it. The other party couldn't take it anymore after being drunk for a while, so Miyagi carried Qing Shuqu back. For this reason, Xiao Wuyi complained: "Master, can you be more romantic? Why can't you take it back? And , even if you carry it, why carry it back to your room?!"

3. In the previous life, the relationship between Qing Shuqu and Miyagaki was indeed somewhat ambiguous. It was more than friendship, but less than lovers, and a proper double arrow. This is Fengxuan's knot