The villain's junior brother turned out to have a crush on me

"Say! Why are you fighting privately!?"

In the main hall of the law enforcement hall, Fu Yan stared at the two kneeling disciples in front of him, especially the tall one on the right, and slapped the table heavily: "Especially you, Xue Lang! The thirty whips last time were too light. Isn’t it? You started to make trouble again when the scar didn’t heal, tell me what you want to do!?”

Xue Lang knelt straight, his eyes were filled with anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "He should be hit."

"You!!" Fu Yan fell back angrily, "Is it reasonable for you to beat up your fellow disciple? Then tell me why you beat him?"

Xue Lang kept his mouth shut.

After staying in Taixuanzong for so many years, Fu Yan rarely saw such a stubborn disciple. His temples were throbbing with anger, so he turned his head and asked the other: "Speak! Why are you fighting privately?"

Compared with Xue Lang, Tong Zhong's condition looks much miserable. His face was like a white dough, but now it is swollen several times as if fermented, one piece is blue and one piece is purple, the eye circles are black, and the corners of his mouth are oozing blood. , almost unable to recognize the original appearance: "Back to the elder, hiss... It was Xue Lang who snatched my things first, and took the initiative to hit me first!"

Fu Yan questioned Xue Lang: "Is it as he said?"

Xue Lang remained silent, his demeanor seemed to be acquiescing.

"I'll ask you again, why on earth did you fight Tong Zhong!?"

Xue Lang still didn't say a word, Fu Yan's patience finally ran out, and he made a firm decision: "Shut up in the confinement room for twelve hours, and let me reflect in it!"

The confinement room is a more unbearable place than Siguya.Siguoya is just a cliff, although the environment is a bit harsher, but Renren has passed; there is nothing in the confinement room—it is true that there is nothing, once the door is closed, not even a ray of light can penetrate.It is very difficult to stay in a small dark room with no sound for twelve hours. Therefore, one of the most feared punishments for Taixuanzong disciples is to be locked in a "small black room".

Xue Lang didn't say anything, but when he got up, he gave Tong Zhong a cold look, and then followed the leading brother to the confinement room.

After entering, he discovered that apart from the lack of light and sound, this confinement room also has a very abnormal setting, which is that it is impossible to enter meditation.

Cultivating in samadhi is the basic skill of a cultivator. After samadhi, you will have no other distractions, and you will not feel the external environment and the passage of time. Not to mention twelve hours, even ten days and a half months will pass in the blink of an eye.But in this confinement room, Xue Lang found that he was completely unable to enter into a trance state, and at the same time he was unable to produce any sleepiness, that is to say, he could do nothing but sit and reflect for these twelve hours.

Xue Lang: "..."

"It's too perverted..." He couldn't help muttering, but he had no choice but to grope and lean against a wall, folded his arms and closed his eyelids, silently counting the time in his mind.

After about three and a half hours, he couldn't take it anymore, and when he was getting restless, he suddenly heard someone calling him softly: "Xue Lang."

Xue Lang calmly ignored it.

Must be hallucinations.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to hear that voice?

"Asleep? You shouldn't be able to sleep." The voice whispered again, "Xue Lang, can you hear me?"

Xue Lang finally opened his eyes, and saw a pure white, small paper crane fluttering gently in front of him in the darkness, leaving streaks of silvery white fluorescent light in the air as it flapped its wings, like little sparkling cranes. Star.

"You..." Xue Lang stared at the familiar paper crane in astonishment, "Meng Chen?"

"It's me." The little paper crane flapped its wings and flew around him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine... No, how did you let this paper crane in!?" No, how it got in is not the point, the point is that doing so is definitely against the rules, right?

Zhihe was quiet for a moment, and then changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "I heard that you fought with other disciples? What's going on?"

Xue Lang turned his face away: "It's nothing. It's just that he doesn't like it."

"I don't think so." Zhihe whispered, "You are not that kind of person."

Xue Lang frowned, and said irritably: "Why do you care so much? It has nothing to do with you anyway. Hurry up and don't disturb my leisure here."

If you don't leave, what if you are caught by the elders of the precepts?

The waving wings of the paper crane paused slightly, as if a little sad: "Then I'm leaving?"

Xue Lang clenched his palms lightly in the darkness, and controlled his gaze from looking at the paper crane.

The paper crane could not be persuaded to stay, so it flew slowly towards the door, and while flying, turned around and asked in a low voice, "Am I really leaving?"

Xue Lang's heart twitched, and he closed his eyes cruelly.

The air turned into silence again, Xue Lang suppressed the emptiness in his heart, but suddenly felt itchy on the tip of his nose.He opened his eyes, and saw that little paper crane flew back slowly, landed on his nose, and flapped its wings, like a small, comforting hug.

"There are still eight hours." The little paper crane said with a smile, "It's too hard to be alone, let me accompany you."

-

In the evening, there was a light rain, and the Xiushui Mountain in the rain was green and hazy, with a heart-pounding beauty of clarity.

Xue Lang wore a bamboo hat, held a bag in one hand and a shovel in the other, and squatted on the ground diligently to fertilize the herbal seedlings in the medicine garden.

He thought it was over when he came out of the confinement room, but he didn't expect to receive a message from Elder Fu soon:

"You will clean the Xiushui Mountain for the next seven days, and you will take care of the medicine garden. Since you have endless energy, let's make more contributions to the sect."

Xue Lang had no choice but to work hard and return to Xiushui Mountain.Because of the rain, not many disciples came here, only two girls from Cuixia Peak came to a shady hillside not far from him with two bamboo-bone green umbrellas, picked up the corners of their robes and squatted carefully down.

"I told you to give up a long time ago, and you still want to come in this rainy day..."

"Just wait and see, it will definitely work this time! My heart is already sincere enough!"

"Okay, okay, then hurry up!"

Their conversation was really a bit thoughtless, Xue Lang couldn't help but glance over there.I saw one of the girls facing a green seedling on the ground, clasped her hands together and closed her eyes tightly, still muttering something, opened her eyes full of hope after a while, her expression suddenly became disappointed, as if she was about to cry sadly in the next second Came out: "Ah, why didn't it open again!"

Another person hurriedly comforted: "Oh, I said it a long time ago, this is just a legend, it can't be taken as true at all..."

Sensing Xue Lang's gaze, the girl turned her head and smiled embarrassedly: "I made my junior laugh."

Xue Lang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Ah? No need." The female disciple smiled, "Haven't Junior Brother heard of the legend of Yueshuanghua?"

Seeing Xue Lang's puzzled expression, the female disciple continued: "It is said that there was once a great devil who fell in love with a righteous immortal, and tried every means to pursue him. Once he got a seed by chance. It is said that It can produce the purest and most beautiful flowers in the world. However, the environment in the Demon Realm is harsh and the soil is barren, so the flowers cannot bloom no matter what. Three years later, the flower actually bloomed!"

"Since then, this legend has been handed down, and the moon frost flower has become a symbol of true and pure feelings, and only the sincere people can make it bloom. Everyone says that the young plant next to the Xiushui yam garden is the moon cream Hua, disciples often come here to try, but no one has ever succeeded, so I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

After she finished speaking, she took her companion's arm and led her back: "Okay, don't be sad, he must know your feelings for Brother Zhao, and he doesn't necessarily need this flower to prove it."

"But I just want to give him something..."

"Wouldn't it be great to give you a kit? Come on, I'll teach you how to embroider when you get back..."

The figures of the two girls gradually disappeared into the rain curtain. Xue Lang hesitated for a while, looked around, then stretched out his hand to press down the brim of the bamboo hat, moved quietly, and came to the place where the two girls had been.

-

When the rain stopped, it was already midnight.

The plantains outside the window are moistened by a rain, and the green is more energetic, while the lights inside the window are like beans, and someone is sitting in front of the desk, holding a book and reading it absorbedly.

Suddenly, the outside window edge was knocked twice, Meng Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head to look.

There was no movement outside the window.

Meng Chen frowned slightly, put down the scroll and walked over, opened the window.

Outside the window is the dark night and a lone moon hanging high, and there is no shadow of people, only a small earthen pot on the window sill, and a small, frost-white flower is planted in it.

To be precise, it is just a bud that has not fully bloomed, shy and timid, pitiful and lovely.But she was born really beautiful, the petals seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost, and seemed to be bathed in the bright and clear light, or a bright star that accidentally fell from the sky.

Meng Chen was slightly stunned, stretched out a finger, and touched the bud carefully, the bud trembled slightly, then seemed to be very happy, and unexpectedly bloomed a little more.

Meng Chen picked up the flower and looked at the two footprints accidentally left in the flower bed planted with plantains outside the window. After a while, his brows and eyes slightly curved, and he smiled from the bottom of his heart.