Heavenly practice

That night Su Wuya took the initiative to go to Fuque's room to inquire, and said, "I have learned it, you can tell me."

Fu Que was sitting under the lamp reading a book. When he saw him rushing in carelessly, he just raised his eyes and looked at him, then continued to read, "It's getting late, we'll talk about it tomorrow if we have something to do."

Su Wuya frowned and looked at him, then strode up to him and grabbed the book in his hand.

Fu Que looked up at him, "Presumptuous."

"Who is presumptuous?"

Su Wuya threw away the book, folded his arms and looked down at him, "Is it the way to be a teacher if you don't agree with what you say?"

"When you learn Bajian, you can leave the teacher's school."

"..."

Su Wuya was stunned, "Master..."

Fu Que picked up the book again and looked, "Say."

"So you just want to teach me Bajian, for my previous life?"

"Boundless."

Fu Que suddenly turned his mouth and looked at him, "Whether it's Su Wuya or Xiao Wuya, the past life is meaningless for others to tell, and you will understand when you think about it."

Bewitched by his smile, Su Wuya averted his gaze in a moment of bewilderment, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "You...really, you don't count your words."

"Didn't you learn it all? Practice it once and show me." Fu Que looked at him with a smile.

Su Wuya snorted, and just danced in the room with his sword in hand. Without spiritual power, it was just a simple sword move. The figure under the lamp was reflected on the window paper, and the people sitting beside him stared and watched. Never want to leave for a moment.

Sensing the other party's gaze, Su Wuya couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, the sword technique in his hand accelerated a bit, and his figure became more agile.

Three days later, Su Wuya met the man named Shen Zhuo on the street in the courtyard.

He was praised for his handsome appearance since he was a child, but when he saw Shen Zhuo, he knew what a peerless figure was. However, such a handsome person did not look feminine at all, but was refined, gentle and elegant.

He pretended not to know about the other party, and the other party never explained anything to him, but the specious words that the other party bound him caused a lot of speculation in his heart.

"Whether you use the sword to become a Taoist or to cultivate immortality, I always think that it is better to have Master by my side. I don't know why, when I first saw Master back then, you felt that you were here to find me..."

He deliberately said what was in his heart, and he saw his master's surprised and gaffe.

His heart moved, and he knew that he probably guessed right.

When the two returned to the palace that night, Su Wuya stretched out his hand to grab his arm before parting.

His master Fu Que turned around immediately, looking at him in surprise and expectation.

Su Wuya smiled all over his face, "Master, do you have anything else to say to me?"

Fu Que opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

Su Wuya raised the corners of his mouth, leaned forward and leaned into his arms.

The next moment he felt that the person's body froze completely.

"Master, Fu Que..."

Su Wuya put his forehead on his chest, and said softly, "I don't believe that any friend would search for my past life like this, and teach me this naughty disciple day after day without leaving the road of cultivating immortality."

"..."

"Master, was I really just your friend in the previous life?"

"..."

Fu Que raised his hand, froze again, and finally clenched his fist, "You and I have known each other since we were young, and our friendship is better than ordinary friends."

"is it?"

Su Wuya raised his head from his embrace, looked at him with a smile, "But I don't want to be your friend in this life, and of course, I don't want to just be your disciple either."

Fu Que's eyes trembled, and he lowered his eyes to look at him in disbelief, but he regained his composure in an instant, "You're still young..."

"That's what you told me in your previous life?"

"..."

Su Wuya took a step back, stepped out of his arms, and said with a smile, "It's okay, since you said you want to wait for me to remember, then wait until I remember, for fear that I won't like you anymore...ah! "

Fu Que suddenly reached out and pulled him into his arms, bowed his head and kissed him.

Su Wuya was startled, a red cloud appeared on his face, and he froze there.

But Fu Que had already stopped moving, his lips were pressed against his, and finally he raised his head to kiss his forehead.

"Boundless..."

"……Um?"

Su Wuya's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at him in a panic, her heart was beating like it was going to pop out.

Was he kissed just now?

"Let's go back."

"..."

go back?Go back ass!

After Su Wuya went back that night, he couldn't fall asleep all night. His mind was full of the scene when someone hugged him and kissed him. His heart was so excited that it didn't belong to him, and he also seemed to be separated from his body and turned into another person. one person.

The him from the previous life.

After that kiss, Fu Que has never been intimate with him again, but Su Wuya deliberately got close to him again and again, but Fu Que didn't respond.

Fortunately, there is no time for cultivation, and Su Wuya basically grasped the essence of Bajian when he officially entered the foundation building. It took more than ten years to enter the customs, and every time he left the customs, Fu Que was bound to wait in front of him.

Su Wuya was happy in his heart, but he also became more calm.

Until one day 300 years after meeting Shen Zhuo, on that day Su Wuya was returning from traveling in the human world, and on the way he went to the legendary Qinyang Mountain on a whim.

He saw the ruins belonging to Zhentianmen, the tomb, and the broken sword in front of the middle tomb.

He stepped forward and saw the name on the tombstone clearly, his mind suddenly went blank, and then countless pictures came one after another, and then he passed out.

When he woke up again, he was already in his own bedroom in the Great Xia Palace, his brother and his master stood beside him and asked him what happened.

"It's nothing, maybe the internal injury from the previous sparring with others has recurred, just take a rest."

Su Wuya turned his head and smiled at the two with the corners of his mouth pulled, then looked at his royal brother, "I'm really fine, brother, why don't you go and accompany your sister-in-law if you have time."

Su Tianxing looked at him for a moment, then told him to take a good rest, then turned and left.

Fu Que looked down at him, "Why did you go there?"

"It's all on a whim, is Master angry?" Su Wuya raised his eyebrows and asked him.

Fu Que stared at him without speaking.

Su Wuya smiled helplessly, "Why didn't you ask me why I was injured?"

"Why are you hurt?"

"you guess?"

"..."

"Cough cough."

Su Wuya sat up from the bed, looked at the autumn leaves outside the window behind him, and smiled, "It's autumn again."

Fu Que also turned to look.

"It has been almost 400 years since I saw Master in a blink of an eye, but I have always wanted to ask a question."

The cynical smile disappeared from Su Wuya's face, he looked at him indifferently, and asked, "Isn't Master's surname Xiao? Why did you change it?"

The young man lost his former vivacity, his faint expression revealed a familiar awe-inspiring look, very much like the man from 400 years ago.

"because……"

Looking at this face, Fu Que couldn't speak for a while.

Su Wuya's face became even more indifferent, "Because of what?"

Fu Que's heart tightened suddenly, he stepped forward abruptly, "Wu Ya..."

"I once said that as long as my surname is Xiao, I will be with you."

Su Wuya got up and stretched, ignored the shocked eyes of the person in front of him, and said with a half-smile, "How would you know that one day you would give up the surname Xiao first."

Fu Que's eyes were red, and he reached out to caress his face.

Su Wuya didn't dodge, but replied with a smile, "Unfortunately, my surname is not Xiao anymore."

In an instant, the blood in Fu Que's whole body became cold.