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Lin Sijin understood what Feng Rugao meant, his face was a little red, did Feng Rugao treat him as a fool, how could he agree for a bowl of crane soup.

Bone refining is so painful, he doesn't want to suffer every day.

The man's fingertips landed on his lips, helping him wipe off the stained soup.He felt very uncomfortable, and avoided it a little bit, glanced at the soup bowl in Feng Rugao's hand, and shook his head quickly.

Feng Rugao withdrew his fingertips, and said in a cold voice, "Don't you like it?"

It's not a matter of liking or disliking, Lin Sijin pushed away Feng Rugao's spoon, his movements were slow, but his attitude was firm.

"I won't drink Linghe soup anymore, can I not use bone refining?"

He was asking back, Feng Rugao looked at him for a while, and said to him: "Of course not".

"Your cultivation base is too far behind. It's just cultivation. Even if you cultivate for ten years, you may not be able to be top-notch."

A certain idiot still doesn't know that he is average, even slightly worse than ordinary disciples.Lin Sijin thought that although he was not as good as Sheng Rufei, ordinary disciples should be similar.

He has no points for his true level of perception.

What's more, he didn't want to be particularly top-notch.

"Master, I didn't want to become particularly powerful, like senior brother," Lin Sijin lowered her voice, touching the pattern on the brocade quilt with her fingertips, "I just need to be able to protect myself, I don't want to always Getting caught and grabbed."

Xue Ning and Jun Yewu were able to catch him easily, but in the plot of the original novel, it seemed that Sheng Rufei couldn't do anything about them. Could he really be able to?

"They all think I'm a soft persimmon that's easy to pinch," Lin Sijin thought for a while, and said to Feng Rugao, "I don't want to be the best, as long as I can become a hard persimmon that they can't pinch."

He felt that his description was very appropriate, and nodded to himself.

That's right, just don't be the softest one.

Feng Rugao looked at the young man opposite, the young man seemed to have convinced himself that he was very reasonable and was waiting for him to agree.

"Seek the best," Feng Rugao felt that the young man in front of him was clearly a soft persimmon, not only easy to handle, but also always recruiting people, so he was easy to bully.

In order to prevent future troubles, he chose to directly raise the boy's cultivation to the top.

Feng Rugao: "If you don't want to be arrested, you must improve your cultivation."

But bone refining really hurts, Lin Sijin dare not recall at all, he doesn't have any strength yet, and Feng Rugao is very stubborn.

His mouth is almost worn out and he can't speak.

Lin Sijin then stopped talking, and he stopped drinking Linghe soup. He lay on the soft couch by himself, and he couldn't sleep again, so he carried his back and refused to look at Feng Rugao.

There are still several places on his body that hurt, some are from previous injuries, and some are from knocking and falling in the medicine spring. He hasn't looked at it yet, and he has no energy to go.

Lin Sijin tossed and turned on the soft couch, he couldn't fall asleep, Feng Rugao seemed to have nothing else to do, and kept guarding beside him the whole time.

He remembered something, looked at Feng Rugao several times, and asked, "Master...why did you punish senior brother two days ago?"

Sheng Rufei was a boring gourd who didn't want to tell him that she went to practice swords with such a serious injury, and she didn't want to rest for a moment.

"He made a mistake," Feng Rugao, "he should be punished if he made a mistake."

But there should be a certain degree of punishment. He thought of the shocking welts on Sheng Rufei's body, and it hurt just looking at it.He also couldn't imagine that Sheng Rufei would make any serious mistakes.

Sheng Rufei has always been the most disciplined.

He heard that Feng Rugao didn't want to tell him, so he didn't speak.He looked at the red line on his wrist, stared at it for a while, and gradually became sleepy, feeling exhausted.

The boy on the bed quickly fell asleep, his breathing was very shallow, and he was still clutching the brocade quilt in one hand.The teenager's sleeping position is not good, his profile is very quiet, his face is a little more beautiful, and a little less lively.

Feng Rugao slowly put down the book in his hand, his eyes fell on the young man on the bed, the whole Changming Hall was silent, he and Changming Hall merged into one.

Only the boy on the soft couch is alive and complete.

Lin Sijin fell asleep so late, it was already midnight outside, he recovered a little strength, he was still uncomfortable, but it was not too late to get up.

When he woke up, there was no one in the side hall, Feng Rugao should be in the main hall, he got up slowly, and felt something was wrong before he left.

He went back again and stacked the small brocade quilts on the soft couch. The squares were placed squarely in the corner, and the small pillows were also neatly arranged. When he was stacking, he took a second look, and found that they were all embroidered with little sheep patterns. .

Feng Rugao will also prepare these things. He tidied up all the things, making sure that he only stayed on the soft couch, and left him alone in other places.

He arrived at the main hall, performed the disciple ceremony, and saw a figure in the side hall.

"Master, the disciple is going back first."

There was only a shadow of a figure reflected in the side hall, but Feng Rugao didn't speak, which meant the promise.Lin Sijin got up and left the main hall.

It was very dark outside when he went out, and the Eternal Brightness Hall was some distance away from his yard, so he walked slowly by himself, still thinking that he might come to the Eternal Brightness Hall tomorrow.

He has to endure the pain of bone refinement every day, and his whole body is a little listless.

Lin Sijin usually walks unruly by himself, and today he really has no strength. He walks slowly, and his eyes roll around on the road, so although it is not easy to find, he still sees Sheng Rufei.

It is not very far from the Changming Hall, but there is some distance. Lin Sijin didn't see it at first glance, but soon found that the figure was very familiar.

The young man stood under the tree with his sword in his arms, his back looked cold and withdrawn.

"Brother-"

Lin Sijin yelled, his voice was low and not clear at night, I wonder if Sheng Rufei could hear it.

The figure in the shadow moved, Sheng Rufei turned his head, his eyes paused, and came towards him.

"Brother, why are you here?"

He was surprised to see Sheng Rufei, what did Sheng Rufei come to the Changming Palace in the middle of the night?

"Reflect on Master." Sheng Rufei's eyes fell on him, and his tone was a little unnatural, "I saw you in the side hall, Master will punish you."

It turned out that Lin Sijin was a little moved because he was worried about him. He thought silently, Sheng Rufei has been waiting here for him to come out, right?

He was a little embarrassed, he didn't know that Sheng Rufei had been waiting for him outside, "There is no punishment... I followed Master into the medicine pool, and passed out in the medicine pool."

Lin Sijin stretched out his hand, his fingertips were still red, and a part of his skin seemed to be scalded, and the burn in the medicinal spring never disappeared.

"It really hurts too much," he whispered, "Master wants me to go there every day."

In fact, he had been in the medicine pool for less than a quarter of an hour before he passed out from the pain.

Lin Sijin also had no one else to confide in. Now that Sheng Rufei was willing to wait for him, he talked more, his throat was burned, and his voice was slightly lower.

"I pleaded with Master, but he didn't agree."

There was warmth from his wrist, Sheng Rufei held his wrist, looked down at the red marks on his hand, and asked him, "Why don't you show these injuries to Master."

Lin Sijin was instinctively unwilling, if he showed Feng Rugao, Feng Rugao would definitely think that he was trying to escape.

"If Master wants to see it, why can't he see it?"

"Not only in my hands, but also on my body." Lin Sijin glanced at the sky, "Brother has been waiting for me outside the hall?"

Originally, there wasn't much time to sleep. I don't know when Sheng Rufei came over, and it was almost time to go to Jiange again.

Sheng Rufei said "hmm" and said to him, "Go back first."

The two of them were walking one after the other, Sheng Rufei walked in front, the red line on the wrists of the two of them changed with pulling, Lin Sijin walked slowly, he couldn't keep up with Sheng Rufei.

"Brother, why don't you go back first."

Lin Sijin felt a little embarrassed, "I can walk back alone."

When he finished speaking, the young man in front of him paused slightly, and then slowed down, obviously not planning to leave him and go back alone.

Lin Sijin still had several pains on his body, he wanted to go back to his yard quickly, the red thread wound around his wrist weakly.I don't think the road is so long on weekdays, but today I find it particularly difficult to walk.

Maybe it was because he hadn't fully recovered yet, and he didn't have much strength, so he walked more and more slowly. When he was still some distance away from their yard, Sheng Rufei squatted down in front of him.

Lin Sijin almost bumped into Sheng Rufei, he didn't react for a while, he didn't know what Sheng Rufei was going to do.

The boy put the sword aside, turned his face slightly, and said in a cold voice, "Come up."

Does this mean to carry him?

Lin Sijin was really tired from walking. He usually has a thick skin, but if someone really treats him well, he would feel embarrassed.

"Brother, I can just walk back."

He still remembered that Sheng Rufei had an injury on his back.

Sheng Rufei held the long sword with her finger bones, "It's not in the way."

"You're walking too slowly."

Was it because he thought he was walking slowly? Lin Sijin thought it was reasonable, but he was still reluctant. He said in the same place, "Brother, you still have injuries on your back."

When Sheng Rufei said "come up" coldly again, he struggled for a while, somehow he didn't want to make Sheng Rufei angry, so he lay down on Sheng Rufei's back very slowly.

There was a faint fragrance of falling plums on Sheng Rufei's body. After he lay on the ground, the boy got up with his back on his back.

He hugged Sheng Rufei's neck, looked closely at Sheng Rufei's hair, it was a kind of silvery white, like a layer of silver frost under the moonlight, very light and beautiful.

Sheng Rufei carried him back, he was cautiously worried about touching Sheng Rufei's wound, and asked, "Brother, did you apply medicine on your back before?"

The young man who carried him was silent, and answered briefly with an "um".

Lin Sijin didn't get tired after being carried like this, he couldn't stay idle, and touched Sheng Rufei's hair, the hair was very soft, Sheng Rufei's temper was cold, but the hair was so soft.

He couldn't help rubbing it, and leaned into Sheng Rufei's ear and said, "Brother, your hair looks so good."

"It's soft to the touch."

"Do you like to touch your own head on weekdays?"

How could anyone ask such a question? The voice of the young man on his back was full of curiosity. His fingertips brushed past his temples and would touch his earlobes.

Sheng Rufei avoided the messy hand. This was the first time in his life that someone praised his beautiful white hair.

Many people are obsessed with his appearance and envious of his sword bones, but no one praises his natural white hair.

After all, it's a sign of being different.

He didn't answer the boy's question, and the boy behind him stroked his sideburn hair again, with envy in his voice.

"Brother, it would be great if I were like you."

Lin Sijin thought this color looked good, he hugged Sheng Rufei and said, "I want this color too."

"It looks very difficult to mess with. Maybe if I become silver-haired like my brother, no one will dare to catch me."

Sheng Rufei: "..."

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