Heavenly practice

After lunch, Long Xiang went to the back mountain to find Xue Junmi to practice swords as usual, and Shen Zhuo was also used to it. As he was about to go down the mountain, Xue Junmi seemed to be training him more and more closely in the past few days. Shen Zhuo reckoned that Long Xiang had entered the Establishing the foundation is about officially starting to practice Bajian.

He is happy to see the success of this, after all, there will be many big shots at the Qinglin Grand Meeting, big shots in various senses, and he can barely protect himself now, the stronger the main character, the better.

As for him, he had to quicken his pace.

As a rational and self-disciplined person, Shen Zhuo decided not to procrastinate after he had practiced the sword. After eating and resting, he took the sword to the courtyard.

He didn't plan to go to Bafang TV. Although he didn't care much, he didn't want to accept the contempt of a group of teenagers younger than himself.

Taking Chunhu off his shoulder, Shen Zhuo drew his sword and stood there, then began to dance the sword stiffly.

No way, he was born with no athletic cells.

"squeak……"

Chunhu squatted on the steps, shaking his head in disappointment, very old-fashioned.

Shen Zhuo picked up a stone and threw it over, "Shut up."

"squeak……"

Chunhu yelled at him dissatisfied, brought a plate of snacks and nuts from the house and began to chew.

Shen Zhuo glanced at it, and saw that the sword in his hand was a little weak. He clearly felt that the sword in the morning had some meaning, but he couldn't find that feeling the next moment.

A gust of cool wind blew by, and Shen Zhuo shivered. When he turned his head and planned to go back to add some clothes, he found that Chunhu dragged out a cloth bag at some point. Inside was a black robe, embroidered with silver patterns, even if it was broken. It also shines brightly.

Shen Zhuo recognized the robe, lifted it up to have a look, thought that it really shouldn't be thrown around, it's a treasure no matter what, so...

"Pad your ass."

Shen Zhuo casually threw it to Chunhu, and Chunhu knew it was a good thing, so he naturally accepted it happily.

So when Lin Yin came to look for him, what he saw was that the treasure that had withstood the demon king's full blow that day was sitting under the buttocks of a fox.

"..."

"What's the matter?" Shen Zhuo withdrew his sword and looked at him.

"Hey, Uncle Jiang asked me to come."

Lin Yin tried hard to move her eyes away from the robe, and said happily, "Congratulations, junior brother, you have been included in the list of the Qinglin event!"

"Oh, thank you senior brother." Shen Zhuo cupped his hands.

Seeing him so calm, Lin Yin couldn't help being surprised, "Junior Brother doesn't seem surprised?"

"Ah? Is there any?"

Shen Zhuo immediately opened his eyes wide in surprise, "I'm very surprised!"

"..."

Lin Yin had a good understanding of the younger brother's personality, so he asked, "I haven't seen the younger brother's maid for a long time."

"I let her go back to her hometown to visit her relatives."

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know, maybe not coming back?"

Shen Zhuo looked at Lin Yin with a half-smile, "Senior brother, do you..."

Lin Yin blushed immediately, "No! Junior brother misunderstood, I just asked casually."

Shen Zhuo stopped teasing him, and thanked him respectfully.

Seeing the long sword in his hand, Lin Yinyun was a little surprised and said, "It's rare that the younger brother is actually practicing sword?"

"……Yes."

Shen Zhuo was very complicated in his heart for a while. He was obviously a diligent student since he was a child, and he even wrote books quickly.

"Brother, are you worried that Uncle Jiang will embarrass you?"

Before he could answer, Lin Yin comforted him, "Junior brother doesn't know, Jiang Shishu is not such a pedantic person, you are already on the list, and with the talent of formation, even if you fail in swordsmanship, Shishu will definitely let you go!" passed."

Shen Zhuo smiled, but didn't speak.

"Besides..."

Lin Yin frowned and looked at his slightly pale face, "You have never been in good health, you should rest more."

"Thank you brother for your concern, I know it well."

Lin Yin gave a few more words of advice before leaving. Before leaving, she looked at the robe under the fox's buttocks with regret.

Shen Zhuo naturally knew what was going on in his heart, seeing Chunhu's ignorance, he couldn't help but smile.

The cold wind picked up again, and the withered and fallen leaves on the ground in the courtyard were swept up and flew into the sky.

Shen Zhuo looked up, and inadvertently looked at the huge sycamore tree outside the courtyard, and there was a person standing on the tree.

The sun has gone west, Shen Zhuo finally saw the man's face clearly

Dressed in the same white clothes as him, with a handsome face, as indifferent as ice, looking down at him indifferently.

Shen Zhuo held his sword on the spot, looked up at the boy on the tree, and smiled slightly, "What's the matter?"

The young man looked at him quietly, and suddenly his eyes fell on the black robe under Chunhu's buttocks.

"Why, do you care about that robe? It is indeed a treasure, but to me, if it breaks, it's broken, so there's no need to keep it."

Shen Zhuo followed his gaze and smiled nonchalantly, "Master Ying can take it if he likes it, but if Brother Xue didn't stop him, I would have thrown it away."

The young man looked at him indifferently, without any reaction, Shen Zhuo would feel bored if he stood up, so he started to practice his sword as if no one was there, but no matter how he practiced, something was wrong, and even more awkward.

He couldn't help being a little annoyed, and looked up at the tree, and sure enough, the man was still there.

"Young master Ying wants to teach me how to practice swords?"

"Ah."

"..."

Shen Zhuo didn't react for a while, "...huh?"

The boy didn't answer him any more, and suddenly appeared in front of him in a split second.

Shen Zhuo was caught off guard and backed away in shock, but was grabbed by the wrist by the young man.

"Let go." Shen Zhuo pulled back in disgust.

The young man frowned slightly, a trace of doubt quickly flashed across his eyes, and then he said, "Sword out."

Shen Zhuo stared slightly, "Are you serious?"

The boy looked at him quietly.

"That's fine, the majestic Young Master Sanghai, I can't wait to ask for it."

Shen Zhuo smiled, and stabbed him with a sword in front of his face. When he was about to turn around and dance the second sword, a cool embrace suddenly stuck to his back.

Startled, he turned his head abruptly, but his shoulders were restrained, and the other hand supported his sword-holding hand.

That hand was slightly cold, with only a hint of warmth in the palm, against the back of Shen Zhuo's hand.

"God—"

"To shut up."

Shen Zhuo: What the hell? !

Before he could refute, the person behind him took his hand and thrust out the sword again.

The sword was obviously very slow, but there was the ear-piercing whistling sound of the air being cut open, and Shen Zhuo's ears were buzzing, as if they were filled with blood.

Just as he was about to speak, his throat felt sweet.

"puff--"

He vomited blood.

This sudden shock made both of them stunned.

"Squeak?" Chunhu stared blankly at them holding the melon seeds.

Shen Zhuo looked down at his blood-stained clothes on his chest, and was a little speechless. He would never admit that his body was comparable to Lin Daiyu, so he turned his head to look at someone.

"Are you a broom star? Every time you show up, you want me to put blood back?"

"..."

Ying Tianbai looked at the blood around his mouth with heavy eyes, and wiped it away for him.

Shen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his first reaction was that fortunately he has controlled his spiritual energy well recently, otherwise this mouthful of blood could kill the person in front of him.

"I'm not a coward. Last time I was almost turned into ashes by my blood, but I dared to..."

"You're dying."

The young man's words made Shen Zhuo's face stiff, and then he laughed again, "So you came here to curse me?"

"Spiritual power is exhausted, and life is not long."

"Oh."

Shen Zhuo replied nonchalantly, reached out to wipe off the blood on his lips, looked down at the blood on his chest and complained, then shook his head helplessly and went back to the room to change clothes.

But when he came back, he found that someone hadn't left yet.

Shen Zhuo was speechless for a while, and asked, "Do you still want to watch me die?"