take care of yourself

Before Zhuo Yuanshan said the last sentence, Ying Yao maintained an expression of listening attentively, until he said "Of course I should love you" before he frowned, leaned back slightly, and moved his face uncomfortably The corner of his mouth moved down, and his expression returned to indifference.

Jianxiu has a very good skin. When he was so poor, he often worked in the shop opened by Shixiu to collect food money for himself and his younger brothers and sisters during the day, and spent the night among ordinary people, and then picked it up for his master. Yes, children who can't practice earn some training and contacts, and then find a place that can shelter from the wind and rain for a night.

When he ran around the city, he was often thrown with pearls and hairpins, and there were also people who admired him, but no matter what, he was not like Zhuo Yuanshan, who not only regarded love as a disaster that must be cut off, Deceive yourself to find someone you should like first, and you have to move yourself endlessly in the matter of being nice to him, and then once you find another person who is more suitable for him, you will immediately transfer the object.

Sword cultivators who have entered the world have rich emotions, and are more likely to be moved than monks who practice other ways, but Zhuo Yuanshan has stepped on his bottom line in everything since he met him. Looking at him over time, he can only give birth to Disgusting, even though he does have a lot of commendable qualities, being able to turn the ruthless way into half a sentient way is enough to show his talent, but Ying Yao still doesn't intend to change his opinion.

"I don't think you will pin your hope of attaining Taoism on me, Palace Master Zhuo," Jianxiu said calmly, "If I keep not responding to you, you will not make progress every day? Maybe I can play an important role, But if it’s up to me, you’re not afraid to make people laugh if you say it.”

Zhuo Yuanshan and him looked at each other for a moment, then nodded and admitted: "If it's just like this, I shouldn't need to stalk and chase Ayao. Since I can't get what I want all my life, how can I have anything on Ayao? exception?"

Ying Yao frowned slightly.

"The way of not me is indeed a separation from the past me, but separation does not mean that I have to completely deny the past. I know what mistakes I made in the past, and I warn myself that I will never do it again." Zhuo Yuanshan said softly, "Let me make a crude analogy. If I were the donkey walking towards the mountain, Yao would be the apple hanging in front of me. I would go forward, but Yao would never get it."

Ying Yao took his hand away from the Jiusu Sword for a moment, and held it by the hilt again. He looked at Zhuo Yuanshan coldly, and then nodded: "So you should love me."

Zhuo Yuanshan's blue eyes are still as beautiful as if hiding the sky and the sea, Ying Yao saw his white wolf primordial spirit emerge from the sea of ​​consciousness, become the size of a palm and jump on the Jiusu sword, which was softly touched by him Stepping on the meat pad, he let out a happy and weird moan.

"But if I wasn't discussing with A Yao, I wouldn't say I should," Zhuo Yuanshan smiled, "A Yao is so good, I love you very much, do you want to kill me? Give me a sword like last time , but this time, don’t go too far.”

Ying Yao's eyebrows frowned bit by bit. Of course, he didn't kill people who had no power to resist. Those unforgivable deaths deserve more than enough, but Zhuo Yuanshan...

It's not that Zhuo Yuanshan hasn't done unforgivable things, that's what he saw with his own eyes.

Ying Yao was aware of his hesitation, he grabbed his sword suddenly, and the white wolf on the hilt of the Jiusu sword groaned and groaned, and he said to him after a while: "Although I haven't arrived at that time You have it, but from your memory, he is also a person who deserves to die, Ah Yao has thought about killing him many times, but he hesitates when it comes to the matter, is it because he still has more feelings?"

"I don't know," Ying Yao replied with his own sword, "but I have to kill him."

Zhuo Yuanshan reached out and grabbed a communication talisman, looked down, and then put away the teacup in front of him: "The dojo is ready," he said, "I don't seem to have had a serious discussion with Ayao yet, Ayao wants to kill me Just let me know, since the battle books for the sparring are all done, let’s try it.”

The newly prepared dojo is above a valley, Fang Li is sitting on a nearby hill with his sword in his arms, and the people from the Zhuoyuan Mountain Gate are gathered on another hill, a red sign to delimit the dojo has already floated in the sky, Fang Li beckoned Ying Yao over, Zhuo Yuanshan took a look at his back, withdrew his soul, and landed on the hill where the disciples gathered.

Ying Yao landed in front of Fang Li, Fang Li patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Go ahead and fight, don't think about love or hate when you go to the dojo, and of course, don't leave any regrets for yourself."

Ying Yao felt that his last sentence was a bit strange, and he looked at Fang Li suspiciously, Fang Li withdrew his hand and hugged his sword again: "I went to the mountain that had a strange smell just now, and I didn't find anything unusual, but in my heart It's still not safe, after you finish the sparring, go back to the mountain gate, I have to find someone to help me figure it out."

Ying Yao only felt a little uneasy when the strange aura was leaked in Mount Emei, but now he didn't have any bad premonition, either it had nothing to do with him, or he was not cultivated enough to feel it, so he hesitated a bit, and then Persuading Fang Li, "If Master Uncle is really disturbed, it's better to find someone to figure it out first. I'm fine here, even if I can't beat him anymore, just turn around and run away."

Fang Li waved his hand, and he signaled to Yao Yao that Zhuo Yuanshan was already standing on the dojo, turned around and pushed him forward: "It's about half an hour, you go."

Ying Yaofei went to the dojo, and stood on both sides of Zhuo Yuanshan, slowly drew out the Salvation Sword, and made a gesture of invitation to Zhuo Yuanshan.

The distance of hundreds of meters was fleeting under Jianxiu's feet. His sword tip trembled slightly and pointed at Zhuo Yuanshan's vitals. He stretched his body to avoid the shadow of his whip, and swung his sword upwards towards his throat.

The Jiusu sword didn't make any noise, but this silent sword only hit the phantom, Zhuo Yuanshan's pinching formula moved behind Ying Yao, and the whip snake that Ying Yao avoided rolled towards him like a letter At the same time, another attacking method shot at Ying Yao's shoulder like a sharp arrow.

The Jiusu sword in Ying Yao's hand turned around and brushed aside the whip, the magic formula hit the sword spine protected by spiritual energy, and then dispersed into spiritual energy again, he and Zhuo Yuanshan switched positions, and at the same time stopped to test to each other.

Zhuo Yuanshan smiled at him, Ying Yao thought: It seems that he is a good opponent.