Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

"Senior brother, I know, isn't that kid provocative too much?" Seeing Shen Zaishui looking at him, Wei Chi said with a bitter face, "Eldest brother, you don't know that during the days when you were retreating, that kid was holding a sword , I came all the way from Tianminzong, originally I wanted to compete with you, but we couldn't find anyone, so we went up. In the end, you also know that although the kid is stupid, he is very talented..."

Speaking of the latter, he seemed to be embarrassed, so he slowly lowered his voice, and he could hardly hear the rest clearly.

At some point, the Galaxy Sword appeared in Shen Zaishui's hand, and he knocked Wei Chi with the hilt.

Wei Chi covered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand: "Senior brother!"

"What are you comparing with others? If you can't beat, shouldn't you improve your cultivation? In my opinion, it's because the master is too relaxed with you." Shen said expressionlessly on the surface of the water.

Based on Shen Zaishui's understanding of Wei Chi and the others, as long as no one supervises them, their cultivation will always stagnate, so it's no wonder they can beat Pei Cheng.

"Ahem, it's true." Wei Chi coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, and said, "But I assure you that we will work hard in the future. Master also thinks we are a bit ashamed, you know he has always If you can’t hang on, you just lost these few competitions. He keeps talking about it every day, and I can almost hear calluses. But fortunately, senior brother, you got out of the customs and got the spirit sword again, so this time we must find it.”

Sinking in the water: "..."

Sinking in the water has nothing to say.

The juniors are too salty, and some burdens can only be placed on him. To sum it up: it is very difficult to be a senior brother, and you have to take care of everything.

Then Wei Chi stared at the sword sinking in the water, as if remembering something, and continued to gossip: "By the way, senior brother, when it comes to sword spirits, there are not many spirit swords that can be cultivated into sword spirits. A few days ago, Master and the others said A domineering sword spirit has emerged from the sword mound."

When hearing the word rampage, Su Xinghe's expression froze, but fortunately Shen Zaishui didn't notice it.

But Shen Zaishui became interested in the sword spirit that Wei Chi was talking about. With gentle eyes, he asked with a smile, "Really? What kind of domineering method?"

The domineering sword spirit, sinking in the water, naturally wouldn't think it was Su Xinghe. No matter who saw Su Xinghe's appearance, he would not be able to connect him with the domineering sword spirit.

Not to mention that his face was born like the moonlight, but it was also like the vast stars in the night, more than gentle and without any dirty thoughts.

Seeing that Shen Zaishui was curious, Wei Chi said: "Well, I heard that he fought all the swords in the sword mound, which turned the sword mound upside down. Later, the master and uncle got the elder who guarded the sword mound. The news rushed over, but there was nothing to do with that sword spirit."

"Hey, brother's sword spirit should know who he is, right?" Wei Chi turned his gaze to Su Xinghe, brother's sword spirit looked a little weak, wondering if he was bullied by the domineering sword spirit in the sword mound.

Su Xinghe knew that the domineering sword spirit Yuemo was referring to him, but the two people in front of him didn't seem to know.

He also wanted to create a good image in front of Shen Zaishui, at least he had to be gentle and kind. According to the people his master liked in the previous life, he should like this kind of person the most.

So Su Xinghe smiled softly, and replied gently: "Of course I know, but he is not as aggressive as the rumors say, it's just that some swords provoked him first, and then he retaliated."

"This sword suits my temper very well. I don't know if I will be noticed by it when I go to the sword mound." Hearing Su Xinghe's answer, Wei Chi had a good impression of the sword spirit.

"If you have a predestined relationship with it, of course you can." Su Xinghe said.

"By the way, please Xing..." Wei Chi just wanted to call Su Xinghe's name, but felt that this was not good, as they were not familiar with each other, "Master Sword Spirit, can you tell me the name of that sword spirit?"

"..." Su Xinghe was stunned for a moment, this was a bit of a trick to him, and then he simply said a name casually, "Of course, his name is Zhanyue."

There is indeed a sword called Zhanyue in the sword mound, and a sword spirit is also born, but he doesn't like to come out very much, and his temper is not very good.

But since Wei Chi likes the irritable sword spirit, he can't be considered cheating him.

Then he said: "My name is Su Xinghe, you can call me Xinghe."

Su Xinghe could tell that Wei Chi had a good relationship with Shen Zaishui, so he was also happy to interact with Wei Chi.

"Xinghe?" Wei Chi said it silently, and then tapped the palm of the other with the back of one hand, "What a name."

"Eldest brother, this name does match your name." He said these words suddenly.

Shen Zaishui raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and asked in a tone of voice: "Why?"

"Well, in the mortal poetry books I have read, there is such a poem: When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams to press the galaxy." Wei Chi smiled and said: "Look, the relationship between you and the little sword spirit The names happen to be connected together, isn't it very fateful?"

After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy.

After reading this sentence silently, Shen Zaishui glanced at Su Xinghe, his sword spirit was closing his eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he said softly: "Well, it's quite predestined."

The sky is getting brighter, the galaxy and the moon are fading away, and the sky is spitting out a little bit of white.

As soon as he finished practicing the sword, he sank into the water and put away the Xinghe sword. He saw some other disciples who were in the morning class came out of the classroom, and instead of going to the dining hall, they walked towards the square together.

An inner disciple in azure attire hurried past him, but accidentally tripped over a stone protruding from the sole of his foot and fell to the ground.

"Are you all right?" Another disciple who was running with him stopped and pulled him up.

The disciple patted his robe, "It's okay, let's go, maybe we won't be able to see it if it's too late."

But listening to their conversation, they couldn't hear anything, and seeing them walking in a hurry, they sank into the water thinking for a moment and stopped them, "Wait a minute."

When the two disciples heard someone calling them, their expressions were not friendly at first, but when they saw the face sinking in the water, they quickly saluted him: "Eldest brother."

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Shen Zaishui asked them with a slight nod of his head.

A disciple replied quickly: "Let's go to the square to see the beauties."

"Beauty? What beauty?"

"I don't know, it is said to be very beautiful, so go and have a look."

"It seems that the suzerain personally went to pick it up. It is said that it is not the time for Yunshuizong to recruit disciples. I don't know where this beauty comes from."

"...I see, you guys go." Shen Zaishui nodded and let them leave.

After their backs disappeared completely, Shen Zaishui stretched out his sleeves, his eyebrows twitched, and a guess popped up in his heart.

There is also a voice in my mind clamoring: "Go and see."

When we arrived at the square, a large number of disciples had already gathered there.

A cloud boat just docked in the center of the square, and a few people stood beside the cloud boat.

Although Shen Zaishui stood far away, the vision ability of cultivators was much better than that of ordinary people, so he could still see those people at a glance from where he stood.

There is his master, uncle, and a young man in a brocade robe and jade robe, who is probably a disciple sent by some cultivation family.

He is obviously still a teenager, but he can already see the beauty of the future, and his face is not as gentle and alienated as his little sword spirit. Instead, he has some soft, gentle and harmless beauty, which makes people feel refreshed immediately. pity.

The young man seemed to be in poor health, he did not clenched his hand into a fist and put it on his chin.

Occasionally, if he turned his head to one side, he could still see his pale lips and small tear moles at the end of his eyes.

The frail image of a sickly beauty is unforgettable.

It doesn't matter how the boy looks, the most important thing is that the moment he saw his face clearly, a little astonishment flashed in Shen Shui's eyes, and there was a feeling of the world collapsing.

He had a sense of unreality, how could this young man be exactly the same as the young master in the picture he often dreamed and dreamed during retreat.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

So he pinched himself: Well, it hurts, it's not a dream.

So the little junior brother in the dream really appeared?

Could it be that the dream was not predictable?Just when Shen Zaishui was thinking about what the next scene would be like, his master next to Yunzhou raised his head and glanced towards him.

After that, a voice appeared in Shen Shui's mind, it was his master using spiritual power to transmit sound: "Come here."

After sinking into the water, he walked over, and the disciples who had been crowded together moved to the side one after another, making a way for him.

Beside Yunzhou, Rong Jing watched the gentle young man in green clothes standing in front of him with a handsome face, bowing to him: "The disciple has seen the master."

Rong Jing nodded lightly, "Yes."

"Long time no see, little Ah Shui." A handsome young man standing beside Rong Jing opened the folding fan in his hand and flapped it twice, then put it away quickly, held it in the palm of his hand, and looked at Shen Yushui pretending to be sad: "You don't even say hello when you see me, have you forgotten me after closing a test?"

"Uncle Master." Shen Zaishui called out helplessly, and then explained: "I saw you."

He is not very close to Rong Jing, but he is very close to Lu Mingkong.In the past, when he had doubts about his cultivation, Rong Jing couldn't be found, and most of the time it was his uncle who helped him solve the doubts.

And the uncle is only two years older than him, and the cultivators are all older, so the difference is not that big, and they have a lot in common with each other.

Then the uncle treats him no differently from his own disciples, with Lu Mingkong around, he even feels a lot more relaxed.

He turned his gaze to the weak young man next to Lu Mingkong, and asked softly, "Who is this fellow Taoist?"

Hearing the words, the handsome young man raised his eyes and glanced at him, there seemed to be sparkles in his eyes, a gentle smile that was just right on his lips, and he replied obediently: "Hello senior brother, my name is Bai Nian, the one I will never forget .”

When Bai Nian just laughed, there was a "hiss" sound from a disciple not far from him.

As if it was a specific destiny plot, when Shen Zaishui saw that smile, he was in a daze for a moment, even his heart trembled, and a voice from the bottom of his heart said: "This beauty, I like him so much."

This inner voice was extremely inconsistent, Shen Zaishui's face froze, thinking that he really wanted him to repeat the plot in his dream.

Thinking of the weird plot and himself in the dream, Shen Zaishui's face became ugly to the naked eye.

At the same time, his heart was actually coordinating with the plot, beating non-stop.

It seems that because he met someone he likes, he fell in love with the little junior at first sight.

!!!

Shen Zaishui pressed his chest tightly, trying to slow down his heartbeat.

Fuck it's love at first sight, what a dance, stop it for me.

This ghostly dream, and the ghostly reaction.

Lu Mingkong raised his eyes and noticed his abnormality. Seeing that his complexion was not very good-looking, he asked him, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zaishui couldn't tell his uncle about his special reaction, it seemed that he fell in love with the young man in front of him at first sight, even though it wasn't his original intention.