Be a heartthrob in the Shura field

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The Hong family in Pingzhou is like a long boat entrenched on the river. Not only is it extremely wealthy, but it is also talked about because of its many ties to the royal family of Yanjing.

Therefore, even if Hong Zijin left Pingzhou early to study with a teacher, all the children of the famous family in Pingzhou would recognize him as the third son.They looked out of the window of the restaurant by the river, and they caught a glimpse of a man in white with blond hair holding a knife, which was obviously Hong Zijin.And beside him were two other strangers.Some people suddenly noticed the appearance of the young man in red, like a stone falling into a pool, and they all started talking curiously.

Those who are interested simply jumped out of the window, greeted Hong Zijin, and then glanced at the young boy beside him, asking: "Are these two guests? I have never seen them before."

Hong Zijin only said one name: "Suo Shuyue."

The acquaintance suddenly realized: "It turns out to be the eldest son of the Suo family." He waited for a while, looked at the only remaining mysterious boy, and found that Hong Zijin and Suo Shuyue didn't seem to intend to introduce this one, so they exchanged a few casual greetings. Ready to leave.

At this time, the boy in red was looking at the cruise ship moored in the distance. He had ebony black hair, snow-white complexion, and a pair of blue pupils under the slender eyelashes. This is not common in the mainland, and it is easy to let him go. People think of it as a person from the Western Regions at Hongzi Jinmu's house.

Tan Yu looked at the cruise ship for a long time, and was led by Hong Zijin into the three-story wooden cruise ship after a while.He stood at the bow of the boat and looked out. For a while, the tall buildings and tourists on the shore were far away, and the sound of the pipa in the cabin was melodious.Several elderly boatmen pushed the river surface into ripples. When they saw him, they asked about his history enthusiastically, thinking that he was from the Western Regions.

"No." Tan Yu said to them, "It's farther than that."

A drop of rain fell from the sky, and it didn't take long for it to spread over the entire river. The drizzle was like needlework, as if wrapped in a layer of fog.Tan Yu was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and the rain that splashed into the edge of the umbrella wet his sleeves.

Suo Shuyue raised the curtain and walked out of the cabin, putting his hands on his shoulders: "Why have you been standing here all this time? Isn't it cold? You can watch it from inside."

As he spoke, he poked Tan Yu's shoulder slowly with his fingers, as if teasing him.

It seems that Suo Shuyue is in a good mood tonight?

Tan Yu also looked at his face, thinking about the plot behind, and said, "After you come out of the secret realm, do you plan to continue traveling?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"No."

Tan Yu turned the handle of the umbrella and checked the plot with the system. Shortly after the secret realm, Suo Shuyue's whereabouts were unknown. After that, the evil sword was scrambled by several people, and finally destroyed, and his plot ended.

There were only three guests on this boat, and the sound of the pipa in the cabin quickly stopped, making the whole boat seem very quiet, with only the sound of rain and splashes.Another cruise ship came on the river not far away, slowly approaching here, probably planning to return to the shore.

When the two boats approached, Tan Yu saw three figures standing on the bow of the boat.

The leader is a tall woman wearing a green dress and a veil. The material is as light and elegant as a cicada's wings. The sleeves are blown by the wind like a pair of dragonfly wings. Behind her is a long sword with tassels. umbrella.

Tan Yu looked at the woman in Tsing Yi, who was also walking towards this side, jumped towards the bow of the boat, and stood in front of him and Suo Shuyue with her umbrella in an instant, glanced at him with her phoenix eyes, turned her head and met Suo Shu Yue greeted him: "Why is Mr. Suo also in Pingzhou?"

Suo Shuyue took the first half step, and casually said: "Come here to play, why is Miss Yun here? What a coincidence." Then he said to Tan Yu, "Go into the cabin to play."

Tan Yuzheng caught a glimpse of a pair of green embroidered boots under the dress of the girl in Tsing Yi, and when she looked up, she realized that she was taller than ordinary men, with a tall figure and a deep voice.

He was a little puzzled. At this time, the two maids also boarded the boat and said softly: "Miss..."

Both Suo Shuyue and the maid called her Miss and Miss.

He glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi beside him, then turned and went into the cabin.

It happened that Hong Zijin heard the movement and came out with a knife, and stopped at the door face to face with him.

The young man glanced at the people at the bow, then at Tan Yu, and said, "You go in first."

Tan Yu didn't know where that woman came from.

In the cabin, he looked out the window for a while.The woman was wearing a veil, only a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes and pale eyebrows could be seen, the three of them did not know what to say.

Tan Yu went out through the back door, stood at the stern and chatted with some boatmen about today's rain.Not long after, Suo Shuyue also opened the wooden door and followed.

"She is Yunhongbi, the eldest daughter of Wanren Villa."

Suo Shuyue explained to him.

Tan Yu's impression of Wanren Villa is that it is one of the top forces on this continent, and has some close ties with Suo and Hong.The owner's daughter, Yun Hongbi, has a unique talent. She had a marriage contract with Jing Kefeng in the past. It was rumored that she was dissatisfied with the decline of the Jing family, so she decided to call off the engagement on her own, and no one else could persuade her.

[The male protagonist who retired from marriage. 】The system told him, 【So Yun Hongbi and Jing Kefeng have a feud with each other. 】

'The plot is halfway through. '

【Yes, after leaving the secret realm, you will be destroyed in a few days. 】

Tan Yu turned around and asked Suo Shuyue: "What is she doing here tonight?"

"It's just a polite greeting, the Suo family has a lot of contacts with the Yun family..."

Suo Shuyue put on the shoulder of the young Sword Spirit, and moved close to touch the mark behind his ear, the bite mark was extremely ambiguous.

His eyes flashed a trace of fear, and soon disappeared, and said to Tan Yu: "You don't need to know her."

At this time, the two ships had sailed out again, staggered from each other, and went in opposite directions.

Tan Yu caught a glimpse of the bow of the ship not far away, Yun Hongbi was talking with the maid beside him, and suddenly looked over at him, and the two looked at each other for a while.

"Are you Suo Shuyue's Taoist companion?"

Yun Hongbi suddenly sent a voice transmission to him secretly.

Tan Yu said: "He is my master."

When Yun Hongbi was sized up by Tan Yu, he was also observing him.

A few years younger than him, there is still a bit of greenness between the eyebrows, because the face is cold and beautiful, this feeling is more obvious, because he was wearing a dark red robe at night, he noticed it at a glance .

Bright red is especially suitable for teenagers.

Yun Hongbi looked at him for a long time. At this time, the wind was lifting up the boy's large sleeves and swinging them, revealing a pale and thin wrist. Through a layer of rain and fog, the boy in red at the stern had already moved his eyes away. I landed on the bow of the boat with an umbrella, and my boots lightly touched the wooden boards and rain stains, like a butterfly gliding away.

The boat drifted away quickly.

Tan Yu put away the umbrella and got into the cabin again.

A man with blond hair and white clothes was sitting at the table, with a glass of wine and a long knife in hand.

Tan Yu smelled sweet wine, like a kind of wine made from berries, he tasted it on Suo Shuyue last night.

Hong Zijin raised his eyes, and the sword spirit was standing by the door looking down at the drinks on the table, with a snow-white fingertip sticking out of his cuff.He glanced and asked Tan Yu: "Can sword spirits drink alcohol?"

Suo Shuyue was chatting with the boatman outside about a monk in Pingzhou, mixed with the sound of rain, Hong Zijin heard it, slowly looked away, stretched out his hands to the cups on the table, and took one of them away up.

"I do not know."

The boy just glanced at the wine and put it back.

After speaking, he lifted the curtain and walked out of the room.Through a window, Hong Zijin could see the back of Sword Spirit and his master, holding the same umbrella.Suo Shuyue was hugging his shoulders affectionately, bowing her head and whispering to him.

Hong Zijin looked at it for a while, then lowered his eyes and put the wine glass aside.

The rain outside gradually increased, and the rain curtain fell heavily on the feet.Tan Yu lowered his head and lifted the hem of his robe, which was already stained with rainwater. At this moment, his chin was pinched and his face was lifted up suddenly.

The young man's heroic eyebrows zoomed closer in front of his eyes, stared down at his lips, and asked, "Did you drink with Hong Zijin?"

"No."

"I seem to smell wine."

"You drank the wine yourself." Tan Yu shook off his hand, "Where are you going next?"

Suo Shuyue thought for a while, and said, "Let's take a look nearby? I don't know when I will come to Pingzhou next time."

Pingzhou is a lively place, and Tan Yu was led around the night market by the two.Tan Yu glanced at a nearby shop, where there were all kinds of white-faced paper figurines, which looked weird at first glance.Suo Shuyue didn't know what he saw, and suddenly lowered his head and said to him, "You follow Hong Zijin, I'll come back to find you later."

Tan Yu glanced at his back, puzzled and asked, "Where is he going?"

"I don't know," Hong Zijin behind him had already followed, "Let's go first."

The two walked to a place with few people, a secluded place in the distance, Tan Yu caught a glimpse of a Buddhist temple surrounded by incense, and the atmosphere of the busy city just now disappeared here.

Hong Zijin introduced to him: "Pingzhou Buddhist Temple, there are some Buddhist monks and monks inside." After he finished speaking, he saw the sword spirit boy beside him walking forward as if no one was there.

Tan Yu has never seen Buddha Cultivator.

In his sight, when he entered the gate of the temple, he could vaguely see the candles lit inside, a Buddha statue glaring, his lips tightly closed, candles and human shadows swaying on the face of the Buddha statue.

Tan Yu approached a little closer, at this time he saw a monk with long hair sitting on the futon head-on, about thirty years old, with long hair, a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest, eyes closed, thick eyebrows, brow bone and bridge of nose Tall.The monk is clasping his hands in front of his chest, and the first glance gives people the impression of majesty without anger.

Not far away is the glaring Buddha statue, the smell of incense candles is lingering, and the surroundings are dim.

Tan Yu didn't believe in Buddhism, so he consciously disturbed him, turned around and walked back.

The long-haired monk stood up and looked at him, his eyes rested on his face, and said, "You have been sealed...it's a sword."

The monk approached him.

Not only Tan Yu, but even Hong Zijin was surprised.

Talking about Yu Jianling's transformation, he was no different from an ordinary monk, but the monk recognized at a glance that his real body was a sword.

Not only that, this monk is obviously a Buddhist cultivator, with his hands clasped together in front of his chest, a golden light suddenly ignited between his palms, and with a wave of his hand, the golden floating mark suddenly landed on Tan Yu's body and disappeared immediately.

"How did you get it?"

Tan Yu's whole body seemed to be affected by the power of golden light, his meridians fluctuated faintly, and he was immediately curious.

The long-haired monk in front of him had a majestic face, without saying a word, he just lowered his eyes and gently picked up the Buddha beads, and quickly turned back to the Buddhist temple.

... Who is this one?

Only then did the system slowly answer his question.

[Villain Buddha Cultivator, Pu Shiyi. 】The system said,【The male protagonist's last test, he is also duplicity, vicious, be careful. 】

"Pu Shiyi is his common name," Hong Zijin explained to him from the side: "He is a Buddhist cultivator in Pingzhou, and he often does good deeds. Some monks will come here to compete with him. Extremely high."

He didn't say anything about the remaining suspicions.

Pu Shiyi could see through the identity of the sword spirit...it was weird.

Tan Yu also thinks so.

Pu Shiyi was once equal in strength and cunning to the hero, why did he suddenly point out his identity and seal, and even seemed to unlock the remaining traces in his body for him.

He frowned and said to Hong Zijin: "Go back and find Suo Shuyue first."

On the way, Tan Yu thought about the relationship between Pu Shiyi and Xie Jian for a long time.The system analyzes the possible plots.

【Perhaps Pu Shiyi also used the evil sword. 】

'I've got to get to the main line as soon as possible. '

Tan Yu's side, Hong Zijin is a swordsman, this kind of thing is not surprising.In order to stand out, the monks may try one by one, from swordsmen to swordsmen to magicians.

In the secret realm, Suo Shuyue attacked Pu Shiyi with an evil sword. The former's whereabouts were unknown later, and it was believed that Pu Shiyi was contributing to the flames.

"here."

Tan Yu felt a man's strong hand on his shoulder, wearing a jade finger ring, and quickly moved away.

Hong Zijin stood on his left, reminding him that he had gone the wrong way.

Tan Yu was at an intersection, he was distracted and didn't notice the direction just now.He looked up and saw a young man standing not far away from him, with blond hair and blue eyes and a deep, overhanging appearance, holding a knife at this moment, looking down at him, as if he was thinking about something.

Suo Shuyue, Hong Zijin.

If they are the role consciousness of the previous world... how should they test it.

Once thinking about this question, Tan Yu will observe the two characters and try to find their similarities.

[They may have previous consciousness, or they may not. 】

[What are you going to do? 】

Under the umbrella, Tan Yu and Hong Zijin had nothing to say all the way.

The rain is getting heavier, there are fewer pedestrians on the road, and the atmosphere of the downtown has been extinguished by the rain.The two returned to the place where they were separated from Suo Shuyue.

Tan Yu turned his face sideways, staring intently at the blond-haired white-clothed swordsman beside him, looking down from his facial features.

Until he was stopped by Hong Zijin.

"looking at what?"

The man looked down at Tan Yu, the shadow of the edge of the umbrella fell under his browbones, his dark green eyes were deep and energetic, he held the umbrella under the umbrella with one hand, and held the handle of the knife with the other.

Perhaps the analysis of the role of Hong Zijin should be based on the plot of the evil sword.

Tan Yu thinks that he may not choose to ask for Xiejian just for the safety of his friends, maybe he is also interested in Xiejian.

"What's the use of the evil sword?" Tan Yu thought for a while, "Is it because you are curious about how I turned against the sword cultivators? Or is it because of my unusual sword skills."

Hong Zijin looked down from the young man's pensive look, and stopped on the pale red lips that were parted when he spoke, and answered absently: "None."

"So you are planning to destroy me."

Hong Zijin didn't answer this question, but lowered his head and lifted the black hair around his ears, and glanced at Tan Yu's bitten demon blood mark.

Tan Yu pressed his hand, frowned and said, "Why are you avoiding this question?"

Hong Zijin looked at his hand, which was held down by the young man's thin white fingertips. The other party didn't use much effort, but he didn't break free.He could feel the temperature and touch of Tan Yu's skin from the point of contact.Not long ago, he had only seen a similar scene, but now it was just another man, and it was the same for Sword Spirit.

He was thus swayed by those decisions.

Either destroy this evil sword that devours the Lord, or lock the sword spirit in the warehouse and never see it.

He asked, "You want to know?"

A familiar figure walking towards them already appeared in the rain curtain, Tan Yu glanced at him, and then looked at Hong Zijin.

"Can't you tell?" he asked.

Hong Zijin also noticed that Suo Shuyue had come, and unhurriedly stretched out his hand to stroke Tan Yu's loose black hair, and said, "You are suitable to be hidden."

"Tibetan?"

"The evil sword should be hidden indoors and put on shackles, so as not to hurt people outside."

the man said to him.

This kind of statement is almost weird and explicit.

lock up.

and then?

Tan Yu lost his mind for a while.

"waited for so long?"

Suo Shuyue had already approached him, drenched all over, greeted Hong Zijin, then turned to stare at the boy under the umbrella, seeing that Tan Yu was distracted, and deliberately pressed the rain-drenched hand to his Face.

Tan Yu frowned and avoided, saying, "Where have you been?"

"Bought something, you can't guess what it is."

"Ok?"

Tan Yu was still immersed in the conversation with Hong Zijin just now.

Suo Shuyue lowered her head and groped for something from her sleeve, like a magic trick, when she opened her palm, a yellow bird suddenly flew out, with a round, red pointed beak and mung bean eyes, it flapped its wings and flew to Tan Yu's shoulder , called chirping.

It looks like a yellow bird swing...

Tan Yu carefully took the bird into his hands, touched its head, and said curiously: "Did you go to the mountains to catch birds just now?"

"How do you catch birds in the middle of the night? There is a bird breeder's shop over there, and I have been looking for it for a long time." Suo Shuyue clicked his tongue, "I should not be angry now."

"Huh?" Tan Yu no longer remembered what he said, and replied, "Go home."

The Hong Mansion was completely silent, and the surroundings were dark.

Tan Yu still remembered the half-demon slave whose meridians had all been crippled. When he returned to Hongfu, he met Chi Zhen in the outer courtyard.

Chi Zhen was about the same age as him, his handsome eyebrows were full of childishness, his dark and bright eyes were misty, and he asked pitifully, "Did the master not want me?"

"He's not your master." Suo Shuyue was impatient with him. Before coming here, she had given the half-devil a sum of money. She looked taciturn, but when she saw Tan Yu, she began to shed tears, which annoyed him.

Seeing that he was crying, Tan Yu squatted down and explained to him: "Don't call me master. You can't follow me anymore, we have to go outside, and this is Hong Mansion. Is there any place you want to go?"

Chi Zhen's eyes were red, and he stared at him stubbornly and asked, "Brother is going to practice with him everywhere?...Okay." He drooped his eyelashes again, agreed in silence for a few seconds, and said, "I'm going home on my way today .”

"Where is your home? I can give you a ride if you drop by."

"West." Chi Zhen gently took Tan Yu's cuff, and hooked his palm under the sleeve, "If my brother sends me back, I'm afraid Mr. Hong and Mr. Suo will be unhappy, I'm not happy Seeing that my brother is in trouble."

Before Tan Yu could reply, Suo Shuyue clicked his tongue and called the maids over: "Now send the half-demon outside."

The maids surrounded Chi Zhen like a cloud and took him out. He only blinked and smiled slightly at Tan Yu: "Brother, see you next time."

Tan Yu and him stared at each other for a while, Chi Zhen was born with a pair of dark and harmless eyes, but when he looked at him like this, he showed a little strange feeling for no reason.

Suddenly the young man next to him leaned over and put his shoulders on his shoulders.

"Are you the only one who likes the sword spirit?"

Suo Shuyue pinched his face lightly, with an inexplicable smile on her lips.

As if talking to himself, he added: "But I'm not interested in other sword spirits...you are unique."

In front of his eyes, the young man frowned slightly, held down his troublesome hand, and said in a perfunctory tone: "I don't know, I haven't seen other sword spirits before."

Because of winter, Tan Yu's hands are slightly cold.

Suo Shuyue stared at him for a while, and ordered: "Go back to your room early and go to bed."

After all, he went to change his clothes dripping wet.

Tan Yu was sitting in the front hall, concentrating on looking at his pet for a long time, when the yellow bird was struggling to pull the lid of the cup on the table.

Hong Zijin came out of the bedroom, just in time to see him walking back holding the yellow bird.

Tan Yu walked to the corridor and was stopped by a man.

Hong Zijin glanced down at the mung bean-eyed yellow bird in his palm, and then reached out to touch the bird's head, but was pecked.He didn't take it seriously, and said to Tan Yu: "Have you considered it?"

"Considering what?"

Tan Yu knew that he still had something to say tonight, and was also curious about this character's thoughts, so he was very patient.

"Break the contract with Suo Shuyue."

He said.

Tan Yu was puzzled: "Do you not want him to be backlashed, or do you want to get the evil sword?"

"All."

"After the contract is terminated."

"You can come to me."

Hong Zijin's downcast eyes circled the yellow bird that flew to Tan Yu's shoulder in his palm, and let it go when he saw it fluttering.

His voice slowed down, and it sounded as if he was speaking eloquently, but there was a strange meaning inside and outside the words.

Tan Yu didn't intend to agree, he stared at the man's face, thinking: "What good will this do you?"

"It's not good, but I don't like seeing you and Suo Shuyue together," Hong Zijin said, "You should think it over, Tan Yu."

When he said these words, he didn't expect the sword spirit to respond.

In front of his eyes, the young man holding a yellow bird was raising his face, unmoved, he raised his eyelids, revealing those cold blue eyes, and said mockingly or jokingly: "If you let me be your Master, you can consider it... Suo Shuyue will not agree, so let it be."

Under the dim light, the sword spirit's face looked pale and indifferent.

Hiroko Jin's eyes sank slightly, and he looked down at this face.

...the master and his plaything.

In front of them, Tan Yu was the dominant one, consistently ignoring and prevaricating those men who tried to possess him.

If he has free time, he will come to comfort him, just like he teased the yellow bird he kept.

After finishing speaking, Tan Yu Muran swung his sleeves and turned away from Hong Zijin, and the yellow bird chirped and flew past him happily.

Behind him, Hong Zijin watched him leave, lowered his eyes, and slowly suppressed the emotions in his heart.

Tan Yu returned to the bedroom, sat on the couch and exhaled.

He was unsealed in the Buddhist temple, and the faint spiritual energy in his body was more abundant and faster than before, as if he had reached a certain point and suddenly broke through the obstacles.

Tan Yu opened his eyes, circulated the aura in his body for a week, and looked down at his hands.

Suo Shuyue came back from the bathroom, brushed her hair, and saw him meditating on the couch, with a yellow bird nestled on his head.

He took the yellow bird away and put it on the table, and asked, "Where did you and Hong Zijin go tonight?"

Tan Yu: "Buddhist temple."

"Sword Spirit probably doesn't believe in Buddhism."

"Ah."

"It's so cold when you come back."

Suo Shuyue spoke softly, and stretched out his hand to play with his hair as if bored.

Tan Yu's gaze fell on him, and the young man's dark sharp eyes were also staring at him inexplicably, as if he was looking for something to do with Sword Spirit.

He ignored what Suo Shuyue was going to do, closed his eyes and continued to breathe, the yellow bird flew to his shoulder again, and pecked at the back of Suo Shuyue's hand.

Suo Shuyue clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, and grabbed the chubby bird with one hand, probably because of following the owner, the bird was also indifferent and impatient with him, and kept pecking at his fingers.

The sword spirit boy next to him closed his eyes tightly, as if he had reached a certain joint, his complexion became paler and paler.

Suo Shuyue watched for a while.It's not easy to be disturbed by others during practice, but Tan Yu didn't seem to be quite right, suddenly a layer of mist came out of his body, and it flashed suddenly.

Tan Yu disappeared completely.

It was replaced by a silver-white long sword lying on the couch. The blade was flat and sharp, and it was buried in the bedding.

Suo Shuyue hadn't seen the evil sword itself for a long time, and asked in surprise, "How did you turn back into a sword?"

It is estimated that it is because the seal left behind was untied.

Tan Yu lay on the soft couch and hummed lightly.

In this way, he can change into a sword body or a human form at will in the future.

At this time, his vision broke into the figure of Suo Shuyue, who was sitting beside the sword body, lowered his head and stared at him, with a playful smile on his lips.

Suo Shuyue's fingertips caressed the blade deliberately, and slowly slid all the way to the tip of the sword.

"How does it feel?" He blinked at Xiejian with a pair of dark eyes, dark and interested, "I was curious before, if the sword body corresponds to the human body, which part is it?"

"..."

"Are you not talking because you're uncomfortable?"

Suo Shuyue became interested, lowered her head and rubbed the blade with her fingertips, while gently stroking the hilt with the other hand.

Obviously because it feels weird.

He could feel being touched by the youth's hands.

The sword body was cold, so it seemed that the temperature of Suo Shuyue's fingertips could not be ignored. The thin layer of calluses on the fingers was slightly rough when stroked on the sword body, stroking the evil sword ambiguously and tenderly.

It feels weird.

He has no human form, but Suo Shuyue wantsonly plays with it in his hands.

The young and wicked smile of the youth is within reach.

"Don't touch me." Tan Yu ran out of patience and said coldly, "Let go."

Perhaps it was because of the layer of sword body, the boy's voice was muffled, both unhappy and acting like a spoiled child.After hearing this, Suo Shuyue became even more excited.

But he also knew that if he continued playing, this person would get angry and ignore him.

The yellow bird flew over and pecked at the hilt of the sword in confusion on the couch. Suo Shuyue pushed the yellow bird aside and said, "Did you hear what your master said? Don't touch him."

After finishing speaking, he raised the corners of his mouth, leaned over and kissed lightly on the hilt of the sword.

The touch of the kissed lips and tongue was imprinted on the cold metal, Tan Yu even had the illusion that the temperature of this kiss was scorching hot, and the heat flowed from the hilt to the blade.

"It's also very interesting for you to become a sword body. Even if Hong Zijin wants...I won't give it," Suo Shuyue said with lowered eyes, "Sweet dream tonight, Tan Yu."