Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

When Lin Sijin heard that Sheng Rufei was coming, he was instantly attracted. He subconsciously looked out of the hall, feeling a little worried.

He said that he would not let Sheng Rufei come over, and he didn't know why Sheng Rufei came here.Just now he contradicted Feng Rugao, now that Sheng Rufei is here, is he going to be punished together with him?

Lin Sijin used to look at the floor, the beams and the Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus, but she had never seen Feng Rugao. Ever since she heard Sheng Rufei coming, her whole attention was always outside the hall, and her concern couldn't be more obvious.

He couldn't hide his emotions so much, the other two people in the hall could see it naturally.

Feng Rugao said "Let him in", and the hall seemed to be a little colder at this moment.

When the young man outside the hall came in, Sheng Rufei first glanced at Lin Sijin, and then followed him to salute as a disciple. When he knelt down, his silver hair scattered and his back straightened, his voice was cold.

"Disciple pays respects to Master."

Lin Sijin looked at Sheng Rufei from the side, and saw that Sheng Rufei's face was fine. Didn't he go to the Punishment Hall to receive his punishment?It is also possible that Elder Song turned a blind eye and passed by, Elder Song has always liked Sheng Rufei.

He was a little nervous, he didn't know what this idiot Sheng Rufei was doing here, he felt a little cold in the hall, it was Feng Rugao who was faintly angry again.

Lin Sijin's fingertips were cold, he and Sheng Rufei were not far away, and after Sheng Rufei entered the hall, his attention was on Sheng Rufei.

Feng Rugao on the master seat didn't ask any questions, Sheng Rufei didn't look in his direction, and said to Feng Rugao, "I'm bothering the master, I came here according to the order of the master, and next month I will select disciples from Sifeng to send to Wuxiang. Shan, the head of the sect told me that Seventeen and I need to be ordered to go."

In Sifeng, every three years, disciples will be sent to Wuxiang Mountain, which is the birthplace of Sword Ancestor, and there are various enlightenment classics. They can quickly improve their cultivation through classics and experience, and the gathering of four peaks can also connect to the fairy gate. friendship between.

"Originally, there were only five places in our peak. The head said that for the sake of the master, he would let the seventeenth junior brother go together."

Sheng Rufei's voice was flat, she just relayed the story, as if she came here just for this matter.

"Wuxiangshan?" Lin Sijin was a little excited when he heard that, and he didn't want to stay in the peak. It was really hard for him to face Feng Rugao every day. Sheng Rufei really brought good news.

He has read the original work and knows Wuxiang Mountain.Wuxiang Mountain gathers geniuses from all peaks, a gathering of heroes, and it is extraordinary to understand the classics in it. Many great experts of the immortal sect have stayed in Wuxiang Mountain. There are countless spells and secrets of fairy grass, which are almost the dreams of the disciples of the immortal sect. place.

Just as Lin Sijin got excited, he soon realized that something was wrong. This was still in Feng Rugao Hall, so he restrained his cheerful breath.

Wanting to ask Sheng Rufei clearly, he held back and planned to wait until he went out to ask.

Feng Rugao was silent for a while, and asked, "Is this matter explained by the head?"

Sheng Rufei answered "Yes" and said in a low voice, "The master ordered his disciples to come and deliver the message."

Now the word is over.

"The disciple will leave first."

Seeing that Feng Rugao had nothing to say, Sheng Rufei got up and left. From entering to leaving, she only glanced at him at the beginning, and never gave him a look afterwards.

He only paused slightly when passing him, and quickly left the hall as usual.

Those who didn't know, thought that the two of them were not brothers, but strangers.

Lin Sijin was a little unhappy, but thinking that this was in the Hall of Eternal Brightness, if he got a little closer to Sheng Rufei, he might be punished again.

There are three of them left in the palace, Fu Guang is the leader who has the final say, and the leader has been at odds with Feng Rugao for many years, if Feng Rugao says not to let him go, according to his understanding of the leader, the leader will definitely give way he goes.

After all, their idea of ​​being the head of the sect is very simple, and they would think like this, "I have given you face, but you still don't appreciate it?"

...

Feng Wuping in Luoyun Peak yawned, feeling a little sleepy, and glanced at the seal letter on the table.

Originally, there were only five people in Wuxiang Mountain. Sheng Rufei came over today and added one more person.

I hope that Feng Rugao can stay in his ruined palace honestly and avoid wandering around.

In the Hall of Eternal Brightness.

Lin Sijin thought that he would be able to go to Wuxiang Mountain next month and not have to stay at Changgao Peak, so he remained silent, feeling elated.

"You want to go?" Feng Rugao opened his mouth.

Hearing Feng Rugao's voice, Lin Sijin's good mood came to an abrupt end. He is still not sure yet, he is afraid that Feng Rugao will force him not to go in case of a seizure.

He hesitated a little, and said the truth, "I want to go."

"Wuxiang Mountain has many enlightenment classics and many powerful disciples. If I go there...maybe I can improve my cultivation."

As Lin Sijin said, she glanced at Feng Rugao, who was in charge, feeling a little nervous, and asked in a low voice.

"Master, will you let me go?"

The man didn't speak for a while, he paid attention to the sacred heart of snow lotus on the table, that mass of snow-white thing kept moving, there seemed to be mycelium-like substance inside, the whole body was snow-white, as they talked slowly along the tray spinning in circles.

"Feng Qing." Feng Rugao opened his mouth, without answering his question, he called Feng Qing, Feng Qing understood Feng Rugao's meaning.

I saw Feng Qing conjure a dagger from his sleeve, the dagger shone with a sharp silver light, and slashed at the sacred heart of snow lotus on the tray.

The ball of snow-white dodged for a while in fright, shrunk into a small ball on the spot, and with a "swoosh", Feng Qing's dagger fell into the air.

Lin Sijin looked curiously, watching the Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus shrunk into a small ball, still trembling on the tray, looking pitiful.

The hall was quiet for a moment, and the atmosphere was a little awkward, Feng Qing: "..."

Then Feng Qing made another swipe, Xuelian Sacred Heart couldn't dodge this time, her body was divided into two groups, one big and one small, trembling.

One of the small ones was delivered to him.

Feng Qing: "This thing grows on the top of the cold mountain. It is characterized by being extremely lazy. It has the ability to move, but because of its laziness, it can stay on the mountain for thousands of years without moving."

"Only when facing danger, will you move slowly. If you take it, you may be more or less affected by its temperament and become... very lazy."

Feng Qing was a little speechless, he looked at the lump of snow on the tray, the snow was still moving on the tray, staring at the boy in front of him.

The young man usually has a lazy temper, and he swallowed the Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus... I don't know what will happen.

Lin Sijin looked at the snow-white lump on the tray, which was divided into two halves, and could still move slowly.He was a little reluctant, this thing seemed to be alive, but he was actually asked to eat it directly?He just doesn't want to.

"Must I take it?"

Can you wear it on your body? It would be nice to hang it on your body as a mascot.

Lin Sijin asked in a low voice, met Feng Rugao's gaze, and immediately faltered again, the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, looking at the Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus, her fingertips moved slightly.

"Why can it still move when it's separated?"

"It's said..." Feng Qing, "It's because this thing is lazy and has a bad memory. It's because it forgot that it was dead and thought it was still alive."

"When it remembers that it's dead, it won't move anymore."

Lin Sijin: "..." Does such a thing really exist in the world?

He was still struggling, Feng Rugao had been watching him over there, and the man spoke indifferently.

"Need me to feed you myself?"

Lin Sijin didn't want to, he stared at the Sacred Heart of Xuelian for a long time, until he felt that Feng Rugao's aura had changed a little.

"Master, can you not eat it?"

Feng Rugao looked down at him, without saying a word, and answered his question silently.

The corners of Lin Sijin's lips tightened, feeling a faint threat, he picked up the Sacred Heart of Snow Lotus, reluctantly, as if he was eating a worm.

Lin Sijin closed his eyes, and the whole process took less than three seconds, and he swallowed it directly, as if he heard a phantom sound in his ears.

A cloud of snow yelled in his ears, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(ee!"

It was really a phantom sound, Lin Sijin subconsciously didn't recall the taste, he asked, "Is this all right?"

Feng Qing nodded, and then said, "If there is nothing wrong, you can stay in the Sword Master Hall. It will take a while for Xuelian Sacred Heart to take effect, and you may feel a little uncomfortable during this period of time."

Lin Sijin felt his stomach was hot, he touched it, and he responded with no objection, so he stayed in the Changming Palace for an hour.

He was very reserved in Changming Hall, sitting by the window, Feng Rugao found two classics for him to read, and prepared paper and pen.

Originally, he could persist in reading the classics for a while, but later he found that Feng Rugao was meditating with his eyes closed, so he should not have noticed him, he was scribbling on paper with a pen, and after a while he became sleepy.

He happened to find the statue of Feng Rugao in the classics, and added an angry symbol to Feng Rugao. He felt that the carving of the statue was not vivid enough, and Feng Rugao's angry appearance should be carved.

After adding it, the deity's temperament became a little funny. Lin Sijin looked satisfied, and secretly blocked it, then felt a little sleepy, and soon fell asleep on the table.

Feng Rugao was meditating with his eyes closed, when he heard a small snoring sound in his ears, he slowly opened his eyes and looked over, there were two ink marks on the side of the boy's face, and he fell asleep lying on the table.

The boy's thin white fingertips were still pinching the pen, and the paper was full of scribbles, the most of which was the expression of the little man sighing.

Feng Rugao got up, looked down at the boy's side face from the side of the table, he stretched out his fingertips again, his fingertips were rough from practicing swords all the year round, touched the boy's cheek, the boy felt uncomfortable and rubbed it slightly.

Then the boy held his fingers softly, with a little dissatisfaction, and refused to let him touch his face again.

There was a cold wind blowing in from the window, Feng Rugao withdrew his hand, and covered the young man with a robe that was stained with cold fragrance.

It didn't take long for an hour. After Lin Sijin woke up, he didn't feel any reaction from his body. He was about to leave, and the robe on his body was obviously from Rugao.

He put his robe aside, and before leaving, he glanced at Feng Rugao in the hall, and couldn't help asking.

"Master, the lock on my neck... when will I be able to untie it."

He touched his fingertips again, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Feng Rugao raised his eyelashes to look at him, "What did I say yesterday."

This sentence meant that he was asking nonsense, Lin Sijin looked at Feng Rugao again, he couldn't hold it back, he was afraid, and asked uncertainly, "Master, will this lock...have any side effects?" , such as making me lose my memory and becoming more and more fond of Master or something."

After he finished asking, he felt a little embarrassed, Feng Rugao didn't answer for a while, and he looked over secretly again, Feng Rugao's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the emotion in his eyes was indifferent.

"Where did you hear that?"

Naturally, Lin Sijin couldn't say it was Jing Qiuhong, he pursed his lips, "It was written in the classics I read."

Feng Rugao looked at the young man's cautious appearance, and in his heart added a credulity to the young man, and said indifferently, "Stop reading some useless classics on weekdays."

Lin Sijin was stunned for a while, then understood what Feng Rugao meant, felt a little relieved, and left the Changming Palace after resigning.

All the way back to his small courtyard, I don't know if it was an illusion on the way. He always felt that walking was much more tiring than usual. He also felt very sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep.

Thinking like this, he quickened his pace and quickly returned to his yard.

He never noticed the young man who had been following him since he left the Changming Palace, and the young man didn't leave until he returned to his own courtyard.

Lin Sijin fell asleep when he went back, and when he was woken up the next day, he couldn't open his eyelids, his whole body was limp and powerless, as if someone was calling him by his ears.

It took him a long time to focus his eyes, looked over slowly, and saw a familiar face.

Sheng Rufei frowned slightly and looked at him, "It's time."

Lin Sijin felt that it took all his strength to open his eyes. The boy's fingertips touched his skin because he lifted the quilt. He felt a little uncomfortable, and slowly closed the quilt again.

"Brother, I don't have the strength."

His voice softened a little, and Lin Sijin felt that he was going to fall asleep in the next second, and he gently held Sheng Rufei's fingertips.

"Can you sleep a little longer?"

Sheng Rufei's fingertips were held, and the young man held his fingers vainly, with a natural tone of intimacy, which sounded like he was being coquettish.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the young man's skin seems to be fairer, like snow silk, which makes his lips more red, and his face is more refined.

Those eyes are full of water, and it feels very painful when looking at people.

"No," Sheng Rufei said in a cold voice, "Cultivation must not be neglected, get up now."

The door of the room was still open. He had been calling for a long time, but he didn't hear anything. Worried about the boy, he went in directly.

Unexpectedly, he was still sleeping.

The cold air came out from the crack of the door, and Lin Sijin felt a little cold. He felt that he could hardly lift his fingers, and he just wanted to stay in his corner and become a sacred heart of snow lotus.

Hearing Sheng Rufei's words, he muttered something in a low voice, not wanting Sheng Rufei to call him, he said vaguely, "Then senior brother pick me up."

"Otherwise I'm sorry."