Take a Sigh

In the two seasons of late autumn, the nights are long and the days are short.Shen Zhuo has only practiced sword for two hours, and the sky is already bright and full of moonlight.The cold moonlight flows in every corner of the world, leaving countless poignant and moving legends.

Ling Shuangxue hadn't gone to bed today, he was sitting in the yard with a brand new tea set on the stone table in front of him.I heard that it was an orphan auctioned by the logistics elders, and because they knew that Ling Shuangxue was good at tea, they sent it over.

Ling Shuangxue gave up Fragrant Snow Grass, and only drank plain water for the past few days, so the tea set was useless.At this moment, he was wandering under the moon with a glass of water, and he didn't even notice that the little leopard moved his head to drink the water in his glass.

Seeing this, Shen Zhuo withdrew his sword and walked over, tapped twice on the forehead of the mischievous little leopard with a slight warning look in his eyes.This little guy was spoiled more and more lawless, even dared to drink the water in his master's cup.

Unconvinced, the little leopard bit him with a whimper, locked his palm with its sharp teeth, and looked up at him triumphantly.Shen Zhuo thought it was funny, and raised his hand as if to beat it, but the little leopard quickly hid back and got into Ling Shuangxue's embrace.

Now does it know who to look for as a backer, so that Shen Zhuo can't help it.

The movement of the little leopard brought back Ling Shuangxue's thoughts, he stroked the little leopard's back to comfort him, and asked, "What time is it now?"

"It's just passed the first watch, but Master is tired?" Shen Zhuo couldn't bear the little leopard, so he could only give up temporarily, sat down and poured himself a glass of water.

Ling Shuangxue shook her head, the night was getting colder, the moonlight was faint, and everything was still.The spiritual light in the sect is shining brightly, like a dazzling pearl in the dark night, and when viewed from the back mountain, it looks like a river of stars converging among the mountains.

Compared with the hustle and bustle at the foot of the mountain, the back mountain is more like a small world far away from the world of mortals, belonging to the master and apprentice alone.It is loneliness and freedom.

Shen Zhuo was born in a family, and grew up in the crowd since he was a child, and he was surrounded by people who were able to do well. They flattered and flattered, and their words were better than their songs.Even if Shen Zhuo saw that those people had impure thoughts, he would not drive them away.

He is used to the stars and the moon, the hustle and bustle, so that he was not used to such quietness in the first year of entering the door.He often suffers from insomnia at night, staring at the roof for half the night.He thought about what happened to him, and his parents who were far away in Huajincheng, he couldn't adapt to the gap, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

He and Ling Shuangxue were angry, hiding in the quilt and crying secretly.Later, Ling Shuangxue took him by his side to take care of him, and they slept in the same room with only a screen in between.

As they get closer to each other, even a little sound will become more obvious in the dark.Shen Zhuo was crying because of embarrassment, he looked at the partition screen, two villains were fighting in his mind, one was thinking about Ling Shuangxue's good, and the other was talking about Ling Shuangxue's bad.

The villain fought hard, so Shen Zhuo was not so afraid.There were more people in the room, and the depressing sense of loneliness was wiped away. He no longer suffered from insomnia at night, and his spirit gradually improved. During the day, he was able to create obstacles for Ling Shuangxue.

Ling Shuangxue has never been harsh on him, in his eyes, Shen Zhuo is an unpolished jade, and after grinding his temper, he becomes a natural treasure, which does not need to be refined and embellished.He is strict with him on the surface, but secretly he is indulgent enough.

It's just that at that time Shen Zhuo was a bit heartless, he couldn't see that Ling Shuangxue was good, he despised Houshan here, he disliked Houshan there, he only wished that he could move the family's gold nest and silver nest.

He was beaten in the hands of Ling Shuangxue for a year, and gradually grew from clothes, hands and food, to doing things by himself, with ample food and clothing.

Later, it was this year of training that prevented him from becoming a useless person who knew nothing after falling into another world.At the beginning, he used the way of life and survival taught by Ling Shuangxue, endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and walked step by step.

Those days were even more bitter than those in the back mountains. There was no one to support them, and blood and tears could only be swallowed in the stomach.He kept thinking of Ling Shuangxue at night, and suddenly discovered that this half-way master had left a deep shadow in his heart.

He doesn't hate him, he keeps making trouble for him in the hope that in this small world, Ling Shuangxue can only have him in his eyes.

That kind of strong will is almost paranoid, and it is slightly similar to the situation in front of him, the difference is that he now knows how to get along, and he will no longer be as careless as before.

There was a cool wind in the courtyard, Ling Shuangxue's throat was itchy, and she coughed in a low voice.The bell on the wrist shook, and only made a short sound. The tone was distorted, as if it came from afar.

Ling Shuangxue raised her eyebrows, brushed the bell with her finger, her expression was indifferent.

But when this scene fell into Shen Zhuo's eyes, he couldn't help worrying. Under the moonlight, Ling Shuangxue's fair face turned a little bloody due to coughing, her eyelids drooped, and the fundus of her eyes shimmered, and the tails of her eyes turned red, like fragile Liuli makes people want to hold it in the palm of their hand.

Shen Zhuo's breath was stagnant, and he said: "Master, let me give you the secondary pulse!"

Shen Zhuo had thought of rhetoric and many excuses before, but now when he was in front of Ling Shuangxue, all he had was this straightforward sentence, almost begging.

"I used to be ignorant and only knew how to make you angry. I never cared about you. But you never disliked me. You knew that expelling me from the teacher would bring you trouble, but you still chose to keep me because I was hurt. You said it was fine, but I am not stupid. Master, I am your disciple, you can rely on me once in a while, okay?"

Shen Zhuo whispered softly, those deep eyes under the moonlight seemed to be full of affection.He stared at Ling Shuangxue with an obvious look of worry between his brows.

Ling Shuangxue was startled by these words, a little surprised.For many years, except for Shi Yuanye, no one would tell him to rely on him.He lived here alone and became an invisible person of the sect. Everyone only knew of his existence, but never cared about his life or death.

When did his apprentice start to protect him?

"It's just an old disease, even if it doesn't save you."

Ling Shuangxue spoke lightly, without any intention of rejecting Shen Zhuo.He stretched out his hand and asked Shen Zhuo to feel his pulse.

It was rare for the master to cooperate so well, Shen Zhuo couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows were beaming, his whole body was bright and bright, like a little sun, which made others feel better.

He touched Ling Shuangxue's wrist, the cold touch made his good mood compromised, and the pulse under the muscle was weak, as if there was nothing.Shen Zhuo felt a little weird, so he cheered up.He also had selfish intentions in giving Ling Shuangxue's pulse. He not only wanted to know about Ling Shuangxue's condition, but also wanted to cure him.

But it was so strange.

Shen Zhuo frowned suspiciously. He has seen all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases. He has studied modern medicine in the last world. According to the theory, combining ancient and modern, cultivating immortals and science in parallel, it is not difficult to cure a person.

But it's so weird, Ling Shuangxue's illness... The pulse condition showed that he was congenitally deficient, delicate and difficult to raise.

It's not practical at all. In the world of comprehension, congenital deficiencies can be improved through medicinal pills.Moreover, a strong man like Ling Shuangxue, wielding a sword in the world, aspires to the top, and has unfathomable spiritual power, so it is impossible for her to be born deficient.

"Is there any problem?" Seeing Shen Zhuo's expression bright, Ling Shuangxue asked without surprise as if she had expected such a result.

Shen Zhuo didn't speak, he thought of another possibility for Ling Shuangxue's illness.

When Ling Shuangxue was on the verge of death, her cultivation level was forcibly raised by external forces, which made her already seriously injured body endured to the limit. Instead of getting better, she showed another extreme. She had a strong spiritual power, but she was weak and disabled.Every time you use your spiritual power, it is a burden on your body.

The probability of this kind of thing is one in ten thousand, which is very small.

Shen Zhuo felt a twinge of pain in his heart, thinking of the previous events, he was already sure, that's why the suzerain was not happy about Ling Shuangxue's use of spiritual power.

"Master..." Shen Zhuo's throat tightened, his eyes were red, and his heart ached.

Ling Shuangxue tilted her head, did the apprentice see something?But his seal has not been unlocked, so can this kid touch it?