The teacher is a fish

Xie Lixin and Jiang Shuyin sat together in the Hehuan Hall, which is one of the main halls of the Polar Palace. It is majestic, majestic and magnificent, as if all the treasures in the world are embedded here.

Since he wanted to talk to Jiang Shuyin alone, Xie Lixin had already dispersed the attendants in the hall.For a moment, in the huge and empty hall, there were only two figures, one black and one red.

Xie Lixin was lazily leaning on the jade carving lounge chair, groping for the decorations on his legs with thin white fingers, he seemed to have thought a lot during the day, his shrewd eyes flickered slightly in the dark night, like a huge beast hiding in the dark.

He and Jiang Shuyin deserved to be good friends for many years, as long as the other party winked, they could know what was going to happen next.

Both of these two were extremely intelligent people. They knew that the conversation tonight might be very unpleasant, but they still maintained a good demeanor.

In the darkness, a sense of tension gradually gathered that could not be ignored, slowly gathered and spread, and I was so depressed that I couldn't breathe.

Sudden!A crisp sound of water suddenly broke through the oppressive atmosphere!Jiang Shuyin put down the jug with a smile, took a sip from the jade cup in one hand, and sighed: "Li Xin, the hall is already dark, why not open the curtains and let the moonlight shine in, so what's so bad about it being bright and bright?" ?”

In the jade couch, the smile of the man in red was hidden in the darkness, only the slight uplift of the beautiful lips could be vaguely seen.He laughed as usual, and his voice was very lazy: "What are you doing, the hall is so big, not to mention the moonlight at night, even the sun during the day, there are always some corners that cannot be illuminated."

Jiang Shuyin stared at the cup in his hand, his handsome face was imprinted a bit cold by the two flickering candles: "It doesn't matter if it can't be illuminated, there is nothing shady in the corner."

Xie Lixin seemed to raise his head slightly, and his low voice was evil and creepy: "You are wrong, no one would put something shady in a corner."

"Oh?" The domineering and evil man on the opposite side seemed to be interested. At this moment, the flame of the huge red candle was a little smaller, hiding the whole face of the man in black in the darkness, and people could only see his tall and straight figure. The bridge of the nose, and the general outline.

He seemed to be smiling, but he didn't know if it was true or false: "What is that that can be placed in the corner?"

Xie Lixin said: "People are often afraid of things that are shameful, so they hide them like treasures. It's a pity that time will eventually wash away everything. And there is one thing, even time, there is nothing you can do about it He paused for a moment, and his voice was lowered, as if he was afraid that someone would eavesdrop: "This kind of thing will always be placed in a place where the light cannot shine, but it is not placed, but is forgotten by people's self-deceiving choice. But it is also a pity, because no matter how hard you try to forget, one day you will think of it again because of something, something, or someone, and in the end life is worse than death. By the way, the name of this thing is scars ..."

At the same time, in a hut somewhere in the Polar Palace, Yu Sirun played a mournful flute.

On his bed, a child played with the fat little ferret until he finished the song, and then pushed the little ferret down: "Brother Si Run, do you think Benben is a bit fat?"

The handsome man hung his head, dressed in icy blue clothes, and sat in a wheelchair. His pitch-black eyelashes trembled slightly: "It's yours. Whether it's fat or not depends on whether you like it or not."

The child kicked his calf, lay on his bed and turned around hesitantly: "Aren't you worried about the two of them, if they fight, should we fight?"

Looking at the bright moon outside, Yu Sirun said: "The two of them have their own sense of proportion. After all, they have known each other for so long, even if they fight, they won't hurt their friendship. On the contrary, I am more worried about Qianyang Zun..."

Xiao Yu sat up suddenly: "Are you okay! What are you worried about him for?"

Slightly closing his eyes, Yu Sirun's voice trembled a little: "First, I think he already knows Shu Yin's identity, otherwise how could he follow up. Second, I see that he has three hurdles in his life. Soon there will be a catastrophe of life and death."

Yu Sirun was born in witchcraft and was also proficient in fortune-telling.So he said that if Shen Qingshu knew it, he must have known it!In the same way, when he said that Shen Qingshu had a life-and-death catastrophe, there would definitely be one, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

But now they all know that Jiang Shuyin likes him, and if something happens to him, Jiang Shuyin will definitely go crazy!

Xiao Yu quickly asked: "What should I do? Is it possible to avoid it?"

Yu Sirun shook his head: "It cannot be avoided. The only one who can save him in the whole world is Old Ghost Baimei."

"What are you talking about..." Xiao Yu was stunned, and said for a while, "This is impossible, Old Ghost Baimei died a long time ago, how can we save him?"

Yu Sirun's eyes were deep: "Not necessarily. But I can't tell Shu Yin about this matter. I'm afraid he will go against the sky and promote cause and effect."

Shen Qingshu and Jiang Shuyin.

A snow-clothed black hair, such a quiet color, makes him stand proudly in the face of adversity like a white plum.

The standing figure, heroic and graceful, although thin and lonely, has a temperament as stable as Mount Tai.

The other one is full of hostility, just like a Shura in hell.

This person's slightly raised jaw, the inadvertently raised corners of his mouth, his evil and arrogant eyebrows and conceited and reckless personality all outline a posture of being arrogant and condescending to the world.

Two people who are so completely different, but their fates are firmly tied together - I can only sigh, it is because of fate.

On the other side, stands in a small hall among thousands of maple trees.

A lonely oil lamp, a handsome man in snow clothes, and a yellowed book.

Shen Qingshu read it extremely carefully. In the silent night, there was only the sound of pages being turned. In this extremely quiet night, it was extremely clear.

His white and flawless snow suit is thin and thin, so lonely that it makes one's chest hurt, making him even more lonely and determined.Her brows and eyes were unruffled, her skin was pure white and snowy, a little too pale.

It was almost midnight now, and Shen Zijun was concerned about his teacher's body, so he went around to him and turned on the oil lamp: "Let's see tomorrow."

Shen Qingshu's brows were already tired, he rubbed his eyebrows with one hand and asked tentatively: "What do you think of Mr. Xue?"

The hem of Shen Zijun's long clothes fluttered slightly, his cold brows frowned suddenly, and his tall black hair made him even more indifferent and cold: "Master, I don't like him. I can see that he is not a good guy from the first time we met. Hmph , Pretending to be a gangster and entering our Falling Cloud Mountain, I am afraid it is also with ulterior motives. At the beginning I doubted his identity for a long time, but before I started to investigate, he chased after Master."

Shen Qingshu was a little worried: "You hate him so much?"

Shen Zijun replied without hesitation: "It's very annoying, I feel uncomfortable when I see him."

Rubbing the center of his eyebrows again, the cinnabar between Shen Qingshu's eyebrows became more and more bright red.

He shook his head helplessly: "Don't be like this, he has his good points. If you get along with him for a long time, you will naturally think he is good."

Thinking of that Jiang Shuyin who made people hate and think about it, Shen Zijun's face twitched, and he couldn't accept it and said: "I'm the same kind of person as him, I can't get along well with him."

Knowing who he was referring to in his mouth, Shen Qingshu couldn't help being embarrassed: This is not a type of person, they are clearly the same...

It's a pity that he can't let him know about this matter, so he can only pat him on the shoulder apologetically.

Turning his gaze back to the heavy Hehuan Hall, the man in black slowly put down the jade cup in his hand.

Xie Xie raised the corners of her lips, and the man's handsome cheeks became more and more charming.But those deep eyes were deeply buried with a deep sense of cruelty.

It was as if a prostrate beast was quietly waiting for the arrival of its prey.

It is now close to midnight, and in the haze, a huge and eerie full moon hangs in the mid-air, precariously.

The wind is cold and the black crows are singing.

There seemed to be a huge shadow of a wolf printed on the wall, which became bigger and bigger in the flickering of the candlelight.

The wolf seemed to howl by chance, and everything was rustling, and the world was desolate.

It seems that this is the source of all evil.

The attendants outside the hall stood aside respectfully and bowed their heads in silence.Seeing the tall figure reflected on the wall of the temple from the window, every moment when the candles flickered, everyone would hold their breath involuntarily, and the sweat from their foreheads would slide down the sides of their faces.

Jiang Shuyin raised his eyes silently, and the people outside the hall buried their heads lower in unison, their Adam's apple swallowed uncontrollably, and the atmosphere in the hall rose to a freezing point, enough to make people breathless.

At this moment, everything is quiet, only the flustered heartbeats of each other are left.

In the darkness, Xie Lixin moved her fingertips slightly, and lowered her head: "The scar on my heart is just a deep cut horizontally, but your scars can be said to be all over the body, and there is no good place on the whole body."

Jiang Shuyin's voice was unusually low: "So what."

Xie Lixin said: "I just want to know, even if it's you. The peak master Qian Lianfeng who was once praised by thousands of people, the hero who saved lives and healed the wounded, and drew his sword to help each other, the scars carved on your body by the world are deep and shallow. , can it heal?"

His voice was almost whispering, and the moment he finished speaking, the flames of the two candles trembled slightly, as if they were suddenly extinguished at the same time!The room was suddenly plunged into a boundless darkness, only a wisp of green smoke remained.

The moment Xie Lixin raised his head, he suddenly met a pair of vicious and cold eyes...

The man's voice was hoarse and trembling, with a deep sense of coldness, only to hear Jiang Shuyin say: "I hate the word 'dry pity'."

"Gan" means "Heaven", and the word "Gan Lian" means "Heavenly Pity"...

"From the moment I was born, my name was a joke, a sarcasm. I used to never believe in God's will, but until today I finally realized that my life was never up to me. From the moment Master picked me up in the water rise……"

Jiang Shuyin is doomed to be evil.