The teacher is a fish

Even though Jiang Shuyin's cultivation base is very high, it would be extremely difficult for him to bear the sudden weight by force.

Looking at his blood-stained side face, Shen Qingshu's palm trembled more and more: "Go away, if this continues, you will be buried together."

Jiang Shuyin smiled, and there seemed to be a flash of brilliance in his deep eyes for a moment.His smile was bright and bright, like a hot and dazzling sun, melting the frost and snow in Shen Qingshu's heart little by little: "It's okay, I can hold on."

When he said this, his tone was playful and joyful as usual, as if he didn't pay attention to the weight on his shoulders at all.

Listening to his light words, Shen Qingshu endured tears for a long time, and finally shed tears from the corners of his delicate eyes.

Looking at his clear tears, Jiang Shuyin had mixed feelings in his heart, but before he could say a word, his eyes were suddenly covered by a cool and small palm.

This hand is slender and beautiful, so beautiful that it doesn't look like a man's broad and warm palm, but more like a woman's soft and small catkin.

However, although this hand is small, it is powerful and cold.

With an aloofness that cannot be ignored, it cannot be trampled by others!

"Don't look." The cold and proud voice sounded indifferent like clouds floating in the sky, which would be blown away by the wind.

It is obviously fragile like a fragile treasure, but the pride in his bones is still there!Gently covering his eyes with his hands, Shen Qingshu's delicate eyebrows wrinkled in pain, and the other hand kept grabbing his neckline: "Why?"

He asked him why.

Why are you so kind to yourself?

Why do you still have to hold on, knowing that the current situation is so dangerous, and don't want to leave?

Obviously with his cultivation base, if he wants to leave, there must be a way.

Jiang Shuyin didn't know his doubts, but firmly used his body to prop up a safe space for him, and then said after a long pause: "If I walk away, then you will have to face these dangers alone."

Jiuli said, Mr. Jiang, everything you see in the illusion has already happened.No matter how hard you try to remedy it, it cannot change the fact.

Jiang Shuyin deeply remembered his words.

But it was because he remembered, and dared not forget so deeply, that made him even more reluctant to let him bear it again!

Even if you know you can't change it, but no matter what, you must do your best to save it!

At least, I tried my best.

Suddenly there was a choked sob in his ear, and Jiang Shuyin's heart felt like it was being torn apart, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but the words he spoke were hoarse and low.

It's like persuading: "Cry out, I won't watch."

His voice was hoarse, like the sound of a fierce and empty wind, but it was full of pity that made people collapse.Crazy disintegration of Shen Qingshu's aloofness and strength, and finally peeling off his layers of camouflage, so that everything about him is clearly displayed in front of Jiang Shuyin.

"Master, don't be afraid," said softly above him lovingly, "No matter what happens, Shuyin will always be your refuge. So in front of him, you can be as willful as you can|."

As soon as these words came out, Bai Jiu's small and exquisite hands no longer covered his eyes, but instead tightly grasped the clothes on his chest.

And that Shen Qingshu, who was still a teenager, finally let go of his strength and pride, curled up under his arms and cried loudly.

Jiang Shuyin really kept his promise, he closed his eyes lightly, and didn't look at him crying uncontrollably.

For the first time, I saw him throwing away his gentleness and curling up in his arms.

For the first time, I saw the real him without any concealment.

For the first time, I learned to bear his pain, and it was no longer the same as before, only bringing him endless troubles.

Jiang Shuyin said just now that he was Shen Qingshu's harbor to avoid disaster, but at the same time, Shen Qingshu was also his harbor.

In the past, he only knew that his master was strong and quiet, but now that he came to this illusion, Jiang Shuyin really got to know him again.

This time, no matter what, Jiang Shuyin will no longer be willful and make him feel uncomfortable.

The crying in his ears gradually became smaller, and a cold palm covered his eyes again.Immediately afterwards, Jiang Shuyin felt his other hand on her chest, and straightened her upper body slightly - a soft kiss, with a faint salty taste, landed on his lips.

Jiang Shuyin's heart suddenly beat wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, the impact made his chest ache slightly.

Before he regained the initiative, Shen Qingshu forcefully pried open his lips, actively chasing and entangled with him.

"Shushu! Shushu!" An anxious cry came from outside, but in the crack of the stone, Shen Qingshu kissed Jiang Shuyin forcefully, unwilling to part with him.

A Lijia outside was so anxious that he almost cried. He seemed to be asking the disciples outside: "Which one of you has read the book?"

After all, this is a matter of human life and nature. Although all the disciples don't like him, some people still hesitated: "Qing Shu seems to have just been buried under a rock."

A Lijia's voice suddenly became crying, and she searched everywhere: "Where are you, Shushu? Answer me!"

Hearing his anxious voice, all the disciples seemed to be a little bit disappointed, and helped him find it one after another.I don't know what method they used, one of the disciples stayed beside them, and shouted in surprise and joy: "Here! There are people here!"

A group of people rushed over in a hurry, and hurriedly lifted the stone beside Shen Qingshu.

It was also at this time that Shen Qingshu finally let him go as the beam of light in the narrow space became bigger and bigger.

The moment he moved his hand away, Jiang Shuyin opened his eyes and looked at him, only to see his long black hair scattered on the ground, and the bright red and dazzling cinnabar between his eyebrows was burning like a ball of flame.

On the handsome face, the looming tear stains were almost invisible, only the reddish corners of the eyes could see the traces of crying just now.

His eyes were as clear and bright as usual...but it seemed that he was more determined and proud than usual.

Leaning close to Jiang Shuyin's ear, Shen Qingshu's voice was deep and clear: "If you can get out alive, then it's not too late to call me capricious."

The last few stones were also removed, and someone lowered his head and said in surprise, "Qingshu! Are you okay?"

Shen Qingshu smiled at the man: "It's okay."

A Lijia seemed to hear his voice from behind, and forced the crowd away, smiled through tears, and stretched out her hand to him: "Thank God, it's a good thing that the stone didn't collapse where you were, and there was some space left, otherwise I would I don't even know what to do!"

Holding his hand, Shen Qingshu turned his gaze to the man who was supporting himself with his body, and replied softly: "Yes, luckily it didn't collapse."

The moment he was pulled out, he and Jiang Shuyin looked at each other for the last time.

There was a bright smile in Jiang Shuyin's bright eyes, and he still supported the countless boulders with his body, and mouthed to him: "Wait for me."

Shen Qingshu's lips moved, and he replied: "Okay."

The moment everyone pulled him out, the small cave suddenly collapsed, causing countless people to scream!

Even if the cultivation base is very high, it is difficult to support countless huge stones with a flesh and blood body, and there are even many wounds and bleeding.

After all, no matter how great a hero is, he is still a human being.

Jiang Shuyin, who was buried under the boulder, had a dream.

In the dream, I was the great devil sitting on the world, wearing luxurious black clothes painted with gold, like the proud dragon robe of a mortal emperor.

The silver hair was blown arrogantly by the hunting wind, and the golden and gorgeous forehead ornaments swayed gently in front of the forehead, sitting obliquely on the main seat of the West Pole.

Under the throne, millions of villains knelt on one knee, shouting again and again: "Wicked people of the West, you must win every battle!"

Amidst their domineering and majestic voices, there was a clear and bright piano sound.

It seems to be the turbulent wind and water droplets, and the poignant beauty is more like the peach blossoms falling slowly in the spring of March.

Sitting on the main seat, Jiang Shuyin listened attentively, and slightly frowned his handsome brows, but the scene around him suddenly changed!When he came back to his senses, he was already surrounded by peach blossoms flying all over the sky.

Looking for in the boundless peach forest, full of pink and sad flowers.

This one, that cluster.

Jiang Shuyin was dizzy and couldn't figure out where he was.

In the peach forest, there is a faint white mist everywhere, and in the white mist, a sad and sad piece of music makes this place more and more magical.

It's like a dream.

The cool breeze blew through the corners of his black clothes, making crisp wind chimes.Jiang Shuyin looked around the world and backed away in fright!

Here, here he has been!

This is the Falling Cloud Mountain that he has dreamed about for more than 400 years!

Master!Master! !

Frantically, he ran towards the white mist, and sure enough, under the peach tree, he saw a man in white sitting cross-legged and playing the piano—"Master..." Approaching him blankly, Jiang Shuyin seemed uncontrollable. Called lightly.

Shen Qing's handsome face was like a banished immortal from the nine heavens, noble and flawless.

He quietly turned his back to Jiang Shuyin, his black and smooth black hair was like fine silk, slender and reaching to the ground, a pair of white and slender hands faintly plucked on the strings, and the Guqin played a mournful and tragic piece of music.

With deep thoughts and deep sorrow.

Looking at his back, Jiang Shuyin felt as if someone was holding a knife and piercing his heart fiercely!

The pain made it hard for him to breathe, and the acid seeped into his bones.

But even so, he still insisted on walking towards him little by little, trying to touch his back with trembling fingers: "Master..."

A soft cry made Shen Qingshu's fingers tremble!

Then she turned her head joyfully, her eyes were just like the spring breeze in the past, more like a faint bright moon, quiet and peaceful.

His lips parted slightly, and his usual cool and elegant voice came into his ears, with faint excitement, like waking up from a nightmare: "Shu Yin, you're back?!"

——It's... this dream again...