After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Promise——

When Xuan Zhe stepped forward to follow, he actually didn't know what he was thinking, he clearly met by chance, but received such a great favor from the other party.

He left home when he was young, his mother died young, and he was not close to his father. He sat opposite his master every day, or practiced the sword, or ate and slept, which was very boring.

It was the first time I met a person of the same age, but the other person saved me. Although it was just a paper man in a small world, I don’t know which fictional character in a storybook...but because of this origin, weak people can also save me. over him.

However, Xuanzhe had no retribution, and he didn't know how to face it.

His father taught him the art of imperialism, but Xuanzhe hated people's calculations, and never put it into action, nor had he communicated with anyone;

Master Qi Lushan taught him swordsmanship, and Xuan Zhe studied it carefully, and even now he is better than blue.

He is familiar with poetry and books, familiar with ancient and modern times, and his interpersonal communication is just a horse in the book, talking on paper.

No one told him how to act or speak when facing a little brother who saved him.

He could only secretly follow behind Zhou Feng, and after he understood the ways of the world, he would thank him again?

Turning around a corridor that is not long and not far away, you can see a few rough and thick rocks, which were deliberately carried into the courtyard as decorations.As soon as Xuan Zhe raised his eyelids, the young man practicing the sword moved into his eyes.

He was indeed practicing the knife, but the person in the game was like a fool, and he didn't realize it.

The transparent man Zhou Feng looked suspiciously at Xuan Zhe who had cast the invisibility formula. This well-known great swordsman would even spy on others when he was young, and this other person was actually himself when he was young.

I have known for a long time that my previous life probably had some cause and effect with Xuan Zhe, but now that I have experienced it myself, I know it is not an illusion.

Zhou Feng usually looks like a high-spirited young man who writes romantically, but when he holds a knife in his hand, his temperament changes completely.

Obviously, he still stood like a zhilanyu tree and smiled like a bright moon in his arms, but now he is rendered with a chilling look by that thick blade.

His thin eyelids drooped down, covering his dark pupils, and he looked extremely murderous. No matter his appearance, just his temperament, he looked like a king of hell who was born in the mortal world.

Zhou Feng's long eyebrows are naturally relaxed, and now there is a layer of chilling on his head, his jaw is restrained with a hidden edge, his thin palm is used to stabilize the blade, and his knuckles are blue and white, reflecting the blood.

He flicked the three-foot green blade lightly with his fingers, the tiger's mouth strangled the handle of the knife, and the blades scrambled endlessly.

He bent sideways, his left leg spun in four directions, and he flew off the ground on the ground, using his wrist as the axis, and threw a shock from his elbow.

It is the posture of a horse riding on a flying swallow, and it is also a graceful posture, with a long sword out of its sheath, and the light of the sword is three inches long.A black shirt was blown, and the wind was blowing.

Zhou Feng has always practiced swordsmanship, but he has never seen others practice swordsmanship. Now that he has the opportunity to watch himself practicing swordsmanship as a bystander, his hands are itchy, and he wishes to take out a sword practiced too.

His hands were itchy, but Xuan Zhe's heart was twitching, this twitching was not the other's, but a memory of a past event in his childhood.

In the past, Qilu Shantong had a good friend with a monk, and he took Xuanzhe to visit his old friend. He thought that the monk was also an old monk who was as old as his master, but he didn't realize that, the young monk and his master were just old friends.

The little monk clasped his palms together, knelt on the futon that had been used for an unknown number of years, and was still tumbling, and knocked on the wooden fish with his eyes closed.

He has a pair of beautiful eyelashes falling down, all living beings are suffering, and once he passed away, he saved a wandering soul.The little monk half-covered his eyes, clasped his knuckles, and held the fish in his left hand, with the vertebrae facing the fish. He entered slowly and breathed out the lotus badge, "Precepts are the supreme book of Bodhi. You should fully uphold the pure precepts, and the precepts of lust are one of them. There are six afflictions: greed, hatred, ignorance, arrogance, doubt, and evil views. Then abandon the thoughts and live happily for many years.”

It may be that Xuan Zhe has the roots of wisdom, and he can understand what he is saying. When he moved his cold gaze over, he met the pupils of Tonghui, the little monk.

He smiled. "You disciple, with all six sense organs clean, why not enter my Buddhist gate."

Qi Lushan also laughed and joked with him. "My apprentice, the six roots are clean, and he didn't think about it, but he didn't feel happy. He had a bitter face all day long, and he didn't know who owed him 800 million taels of snowflake silver."

"On the way to ascension, the purification of the six faculties is far from enough. It is better to follow Buddhism." The little monk was kind-hearted, and he didn't follow the Buddhist tradition to say a word of fate.

Qi Lushan seemed to know something, and sighed, "Fate."The friend seems to be predicting something, but also seems to be preventing something. Unfortunately, Xuanzhe's path of ascension has no fate with that Buddhist school.

He still has abandoned thoughts, but his six senses are clean but he does not enter the world of mortals, so he cannot be happy.

But looking at Zhou Feng who practiced the sword with a clear eye, he has obviously entered a state of ecstasy, so how much joy can be born with such forgetfulness?

Xuan Zhe didn't know, and he didn't ask, his eyes kept following his blade, up and down, ups and downs, in a quiet space, only the sound of the blade cutting through the air was heard, and the wind was also quiet.

Suddenly blessed to the soul, Xuan Zhe remembered that if someone else, the first sentence a stranger meets should be asking for his name.

So he gradually revealed his figure behind the clump of green bamboos and beside the rocks.

Zhou Feng's knife was extremely fast, and the sharp edge landed on the side of his neck almost at the same time, Xuan Zhe didn't feel nervous.

He raised his bony hand, clamped the blade with two fingers, tilted his head slightly, and in Zhou Feng's field of vision, only half of his face was exposed.

The temples are cut like knives, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, just half of the side face can be included in a painting, and it is called "Illustrated Handbook of Beautiful Men".

"It's you, how did you get into Xifeng?" Zhou Feng put away the saber, and stood with the saber behind him, his back straight, and his black robe looked dapper, swaying in the wind.

This question should be blamed and questioned, and Zhou Feng's utterance does not seem aggressive, casual and lazy.

"What's your name?" Xuan Zhe didn't answer the question, he just wanted to ask the opening sentence that he had just thought of with great difficulty.

Although his clothes were cut several times by unknown weapons, there was no trace of blood left, and now he was calm and cold in that tattered clothes, like an exiled immortal.

He didn't answer the question, Zhou Feng didn't care, he just asked again while answering the question. "My surname is Zhou Mingfeng, how did you get in here?"

"I came in with you. My name is Xuan Zhe." Xuan Zhe told the truth. Seeing that Zhou Feng was still in a daze, he realized that what he just said was not answering the question, so he stopped explaining aloud. He squeezed an invisibility formula in front of his eyes and disappeared out of thin air.

"Immortal art?" Although Zhou Feng was surprised, he was not shocked. He contacted the major event that shocked the world in Jianghu a while ago, and only later realized that he seemed to have picked up a great big shot.

"No." Xuan Zhe flicked his sleeves, removed the invisibility formula, and stood in front of him again.

"It's just an ordinary technique. Ordinary people can also practice it. If you want, I can teach you in return."

Zhou Feng was not interested in magic arts, but for him, he had an inexplicable interest for no reason.

On weekdays, Yan Ruyujing went to chat with some young girls in some sects with his talk skills, and Zhou Feng also heard a lot of them. Unfortunately, he was obsessed with swordsmanship and never had the interest and opportunity to use those words.

A gentleman is pure and clean, clean and self-disciplined, he is used to knowing etiquette, but now Xu is startled by that overly good-looking face, and then his heart fluctuates from the sound of little brother, and he is also imitating Senior Brother Yan Wind tune.

"Have you read the storybook?"

Xuan Zhe froze in place, the script?He has never read it before, but he probably understands that Huaben is nothing more than a medium connecting the small world to the big world. How could Zhou Feng in this small world know the existence of Huaben? Could it be that he is also a person from the big world and came here secretly? Arrived in Qilu Mountain's script?

But in the next moment, he knew that the definition of the script that Zhou Feng said was different from his.

There is not enough aura in the small world, so naturally it is impossible to create a complete world based on the story alone. The "story book" Zhou Feng said is simply a story book.

"In the storybook, repayment or something is not about teaching people to practice spells and counting as clearing things up. It's all about making a promise with your body and forming a marriage."

Zhou Feng lowered his voice on purpose, his voice was a little hoarse, it was a questioning tone. "Brother, do you really want to repay?"

Xuan Zhe's ears were red, he flicked his sleeves angrily, turned his back and wanted to leave. "absurd."

Zhou Feng chuckled, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of warmth and spring, he pinched half of Xuan Zhe's sleeve with his fingers, pulled it back without much effort, and then let go.

"Just kidding, don't be angry. Well, I've never been resistant to good-looking people. I've seen you the prettiest person I've ever seen since I was a child." He never hesitated to praise, and he was used to telling the truth.

In the beginning, saving people was just for the sake of sex, and I didn't want such a good-looking person to sleep in the sandpit and slowly turn into dryness and wetness.Later, the other party left without saying goodbye, thinking that the fate had come to an abrupt end, but he appeared again.

Afraid that he won't be regarded as a greasy "little" hooligan in the streets and alleys?

Zhou Feng's heart was a little itchy, and this itching immediately made him a little restless. He was always chic, but for the first time he felt regretful.

If you speak out loud, you may be abrupt, so I'm afraid it won't leave a bad impression.He secretly scolded Yan Ruyu in his heart, blamed him for staying with this senior brother for too long, and even imitated his flirtatious tone.

It's like changing the subject, but it's a real conversation. "Xifeng doesn't keep outsiders. Is there a place for Brother Xuan?"

Although Zhou Feng has some affection for people with good looks, he can't ignore the precepts of the mountain gate. It is inappropriate for him to enter the West Peak at will like him.It's okay to say that he didn't find out, but if he found out, he had to say it.

"Uh..." He was about to be kicked out as soon as he showed his figure. He might as well have been a mute by the side just now. Naturally, he didn't have to stay at someone's house.

"Cough." Xuan Zhe coughed lightly, his tone a little moist, with a bit of embarrassment that he had never felt in his life, and the answer was——

"none……"

The author says:

戒为无上菩提本，应当具足持净戒。引自《严华经》感谢在2021-09-0823:25:17-2021-09-1021:57:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 426260502; Xu Shen 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4262605023 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!