After cultivating the ruthless way, I became a black moonlight

Su Zhuo looked at Yun Chen, the first time he looked at Yun Chen so seriously.

In addition to Yun Chen being the sword master, what makes people talk about him more is his appearance.

His appearance was a bit cold, and at first glance he felt that it was a piece of cold jade from Chuqing, but it was indeed as pure and flawless as jade.

Even if the softest moonlight in the world is mixed with the coldest snow color, it seems that it is not as good as his beauty.

This is not a compliment, but the truth.

The sword master in the world has the most supreme appearance.

In Su Zhuo's memory, the only person who can compare with Yunchen's appearance is the Immortal Liuguang.

But Immortal Liu Guang is not as cold as Yun Chen looks.

Yes, the clouds and dust are more like a chill.

However, only Su Zhuo knew that under this chill, it was not as the outside world guessed, but the water that had melted long ago.

His master is not a cold hearted person, never has been.

Although there are always some strange thoughts, this often makes Su Zhuo feel distressed.

But Yun Chen was very kind to him, very good.

"Qinghe." Yun Chen shouted again.

Su Zhuo's eyes moved, he looked at Yun Chen, and only Yun Chen was in his eyes, but he was at a loss for the current state, he seemed to have never looked at someone so seriously.

He could clearly see that Yun Chen had only himself in his eyes, and was full of only himself.

what is this--?

It's like an elk breaking into a forest with thick fog, wandering around and wanting to run, but can't get out no matter what.

Surrounding the elk is the entire forest.

Gentle, bit by bit envelops it completely and there is no escape.

Su Zhuo's eyes fluttered a little, he seemed to want to escape from this strange emotion, but Yun Chen's voice was very low, he shouted again and again.

"Qinghe."

With a cry, he moved slightly closer.

"Qinghe."

In Su Zhuo's gaze, he could only see Yun Chen's gradually enlarged face, and then Yun Chen shouted again.

"Qinghe."

Su Zhuo slowly closed his eyes, subconsciously grasping his robe with his fingers.

what are they doing?

Su Zhuo didn't know, he felt that his head was in a daze, as if filled with paste.

When he became a little bit conscious, he felt the softness and coldness on his lips. Yes, his master's body temperature was always much colder than that of ordinary people.

They sat on the couch, Yun Chen approached him, and then kissed him.

The lips touched, the dragonfly touched the water, and the water ripples turned away wave after wave.

The dragonfly did not leave the water, and the waves did not stop.

puff-

puff puff-

It seemed as if something was jumping violently, again and again.

Su Zhuo's fingers holding the robe were so hard that even the fingertips turned white. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength to finally push away the cloud dust. He lowered his head and kicked for breath.

Breathing in big mouthfuls of fresh air, it was obvious that the kiss didn't last long, but it made Su Zhuo feel as if it was extremely long.

So long that he almost suffocated.

Yun Chen grabbed his finger, Su Zhuo looked over and found that Yun Chen lowered his head and kissed his fingertips again.

Very light, very light, fleeting kiss, but it seemed very serious.

The tips of Su Zhuo's ears couldn't help but turn red.

The place touched by Yunchen felt scorching hot, his lips trembled slightly, as if he could hardly bear the scorching heat.

"Master, Master." He said, and then withdrew his fingertips from Yun Chen's hand.

Yun Chen still looked at him, as if looking at him made him very satisfied.

Su Zhuo's eyes became a little flustered, he had never experienced such a thing, even when he was very young, his father's intimate behavior with him was just to rub his cheek.

Why did Yunchen do this?

Isn't he his master?

As a master, can I treat my disciples like this?

It's not right for them to do this.

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Su Zhuo's mind, and he was a little confused, so he stood up abruptly, and then walked towards the door.

He needs to be quiet, what happened tonight makes him a little helpless.

He couldn't see what it was, couldn't understand it.

But there was a vague voice in his head telling him that they shouldn't be doing this.

Because Yun Chen is his master, he is the master who has performed the ceremony of worshiping the teacher and served tea. Although the atmosphere in the cultivation world is relatively open, he is a teacher for a day and a father for life. The relationship between master and apprentice is always ethical .

Su Zhuo walked to the door, he stretched out his hand to open the door, but Yun Chen shouted again.

"Qinghe."

Su Zhuo's hand on the door paused, he turned his head and looked towards Yun Chen.

Yun Chen stood on the spot and just looked at him quietly. It was difficult for outsiders to see his emotions from his expression, and occasionally his eyes fluctuated a little.

But at this moment, Su Zhuo seemed to see what his master meant.

With a little bit of caution, and with some anticipation, he was looking at himself and trying to keep him.

Su Zhuo had never seen such eyes before.

He never knew that his master would show such a look.

But what is he going to do?

"Qinghe." Yun Chen called again.

Su Zhuo looked away in a panic, then pushed open the door, the door creaked, which was so harsh in the silent night.

Su Zhuo almost rushed out of the room.

In the darkness of night, he stepped on the freshly condensed dew all the way back to his courtyard.

After returning to the courtyard, the first thing Su Zhuo did was lie down on the bed, and then covered himself tightly with a blanket. He rolled into a circle, looking like a big cocoon.

But Su Zhuo still didn't feel safe enough, he was covered under the blanket for a long time.

He stuck out his head only when he was about to suffocate if he didn't breathe for a long time. He only showed his head, and the rest of his body was wrapped in the blanket.

He didn't know what to think at the moment, and he didn't know what to do at the moment.

But he felt very clearly that his master kissed him just now.

Kissed him indeed, and even now he could recall the touch of his lips.

Some cold, very soft, very light.

what is this?

Su Zhuo couldn't help thinking, what are they doing like this?

Although he doesn't remember the last estrus, but the master kept saying that he hugged Yunchen, then kissed Yunchen, and shouted that he likes the master the most, maybe it was because of the incident last time So, will it be like this now?

But he didn't remember, and he didn't have any impression.

All he had an impression of was what happened just now.

Su Zhuo lifted up the blanket, covered his head, and lay quietly on the bed like a cocoon.

After a while, Su Zhuo poked his head out again.

However, at the next moment, the ruthless way of cultivation was activated again, and Su Zhuo felt the heat in his dantian, as if some red-hot iron was thrown into his dantian, and it burned so badly that it made him extremely painful.

He gripped the blanket tightly, biting his lip for some reason.

It seems that his ruthless way will always hurt suddenly, and it was like this before, but he has clearly broken through to the fifth floor.

This time the pain lasted for a very long time, and it was much more painful than ever before.

It wasn't until a ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell into the room that Su Zhuo felt a little better.

His forehead was covered with profuse sweat. He had been in pain for half the night. It has been in pain since he came back. At this moment, he has no strength at all.

His body was already wet with sweat, but it was rare for Su Zhuo to come over clearly.

He asked Deadpool to prepare the spiritual milk, and after entering the bath after a tired night, he finally felt relaxed.

Su Zhuo leaned against the edge of the bath and let out a breath slowly.

The ice-cold spiritual milk made him calm down after a long absence, and the peace in his dantian was restored, and there was no problem with the true energy in his body, as if it was just a simple pain in the middle of the night.

Su Zhuo stretched out his hand and put it on the dantian. He could feel the strong zhenqi in his body. After all, distraction is different from Jindan. He crossed two levels in a row, and it didn't seem to bring him any discomfort.

This is a ceremony unique to the Suzaku family, and only members of the Su family can experience it.

It was considered Heaven's favor, but the process was also extremely painful.

Even though Su Zhuo had prepared everything this time, he was still in pain when he went through the ceremony of bathing in fire.

Just the ritual of bathing fire for adulthood is so painful, what if the second ritual of bathing in fire uses bird blood feathers?

Su Zhuo let out a sigh of relief, what he should think about most now is the matter in Tianlin Secret Realm.

The white mist came strangely that day, and his cultivation base was low, so he didn't dare to set foot in the white mist.

Now that the Tianlin Secret Realm has been destroyed, it is not difficult to break into a closed secret realm with his cultivation base, but he just wonders if he can wait for the white mist from inside the Tianlin Secret Realm.

And at that time, that white mist seemed to want to escape to this realm of comprehension, or did something happen in that world in the previous life?

Why did the sword master in the previous life have such a strange attitude when he saw him?

And, how does the white mist connect the two time and space?

And finally, whether Shen Xiaotian from the previous life is in that world or not.

The Shen Xiaotian in this life is not the one in the previous life, and when he appeared beside him, he didn't show any sign of bad luck, so Su Zhuo can be sure that the one who took away his destiny must be the Shen Xiaotian in the previous life.

How did he steal his fate?

Su Zhuo was puzzled by this question, could fate be easily taken away?

It seems unlikely.

In any case, it seems that only by finding Shen Xiaotian from his previous life can he figure this out.

Tianlin Secret Realm, he must go again.

Su Zhuo closed his eyes, and the previous picture came back to his mind. He subconsciously dived into the pool, and this time his whole head was soaked in the spiritual milk.

After a while, Su Zhuo came out, stretched out his hand and wiped the milk on his face, breathing heavily.

Why did his master kiss him?

Su Zhuo still couldn't figure it out, although reason told him that he shouldn't think about these irrelevant things at the moment.

But he just couldn't help thinking, couldn't help trying to figure it out.

He doesn't know much about these things, and even he doesn't like physical contact with people, probably because of the shadow of his previous life.

But when Master met him just now, he didn't push him away immediately.

Even he didn't say no.

Su Zhuo leaned against the cold bath wall, the coldness coming from behind made him calm down a little.

He shouldn't worry about this matter, when he should worry now, it's about Tianlin Secret Realm.

Su Zhuo let out a breath, and slowly stood up from the bath, but suddenly there was a voice in his mind.

"Ding--"

It was like the sound of a very small jade pendant colliding, very light, very light.

Ok?

He remembered, vaguely remembered, that when he was in front of the third door, some incomplete and blurred pictures appeared in his mind.

In the red tent, it seems that someone is restraining it.

Accompanied by little whispers, cries, and in an indescribable atmosphere, as the bed curtain floated, something hanging above also bumped into each other, making little noises.

"Ding--"

Su Zhuo froze in place, seemingly puzzled.

Those blurred pictures could not be restored, and he couldn't see anything more at all. These pictures had no meaning at all.

Yes, he vaguely knew that these pictures should belong to the ancestors of the twins back then, but it had nothing to do with him.

Then why, he would think of these...?

And what was that voice?

Su Zhuo was very puzzled, he felt as if something flashed past, reminding him, but he couldn't recall it no matter what.

Or, what was the truth of that incident back then?

It's just that so many years have passed, the twin ancestors probably entered reincarnation early, and even if they didn't, they probably dissipated in the world long ago.

So what does all this have to do with him?

What else did the ancestors in the ancestral tomb not tell him?

The author has something to say: I have always been very strange, the little angels who like to read what I write, what do they like?I don't write emotional scenes very well, and the plot is just so-so...

Not enough face, it seems not cool enough

Is it because my people are set up well?