Heavenly practice

The two looked at each other for a long time, but Ying Tianbai just looked at him.

Qin Huang took a step forward and opened his mouth first, "If this subordinate offends me, I hope my lord will forgive me."

"I'm not." Ying Tianbai replied.

Qin Huang looked at him quietly, and then smiled, "Really? Then excuse me, little brother."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left as if nothing had happened, and the moment he turned around, the smile in his eyes turned into a deep black, as strong as ink that was about to drip out.

Shen Zhuo didn't know about the brief confrontation between the two, he was thinking about life facing the sunset.

There is no doubt that the plot is not important anymore, all he has to do now is to save his life and get back the mysterious power before, and the method is obviously not to stay at Tiantianmen.

So, he has to get out of here.

Ning Feiyue's anxious cry came not far away, he slowly stood up and looked towards the source of the sound, and saw Ning Feiyue and Long Xiang running towards him.

"Where have you been!" Long Xiang stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

Shen Zhuo smiled, let go of his hand, "Come out for a walk, breathe the aura of heaven and earth... Is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death."

"Ah? Ah... yes, yes!"

Ning Feiyue didn't know why the topic suddenly came to food, but Shen Zhuo knew that eating was good.

"I asked the kitchen to make you plum blossom crisps, beggar's chicken, three delicacies soup, yes, yes, and..."

"Tsk tsk, it sounds like drooling."

The two sang and talked together, leaving Long Xiang behind, looking very harmonious, but Long Xiang looked at Shen Zhuo's back with a not relaxed expression.

What Ning Feiyue said is not an exaggeration, she really had people prepare a lot of delicious food, once she entered Hongyinxuan, she brought three food boxes and set a table.

Shen Zhuo was dumbfounded looking at such a sumptuous table of dishes, "...didn't the chef scold you at night?"

"Hehe, I asked Lin Yin to cook it. Before he went up the mountain, his family ran an inn. The dishes he cooks are excellent. I often go to his place secretly to ask for food."

Ning Feiyue poured him a glass of wine, "This is made from sweet-scented osmanthus. It was buried the year before last. Do you smell the fragrance?"

Shen Zhuo nodded repeatedly, and while eating, he asked about the situation of Zhentianmen and Yi Qianhui.

Ning Feiyue didn't know that he was involved, so she just said it. When she heard Yi Qianhui, Shen Zhuo paused.

Long Xiang next to him suddenly asked, "Is he not dead?"

Ning Feiyue was taken aback for a moment, she actually heard a trace of killing intent in Long Xiang's tone, and felt a little uneasy for a moment, "What... what's wrong?"

Long Xiang lowered his eyes and did not speak, but Shen Zhuo knew in his heart that if he really left, Yi Qianhui would definitely be an obstacle for Long Xiang, and more importantly, Yi Qianhui knew that the thunder calamity was his own handwriting, so Yi Qianhui A thousand times must die.

But Ning Feiyue can't let Ning Feiyue know about this, after all, she is a member of Zhentianmen, so it is impossible to help Long Xiang to plot against her head, let alone Yi Qianhui is still her uncle.

"Your question of concern is too blunt. If you don't know, you may think that you hope that the master will have something to do."

Shen Zhuo pretended to be helpless and reprimanded with a smile, Long Xiang immediately understood what he meant, and kept a straight face without saying a word.

Ning Feiyue's doubts disappeared, and she smiled and told Shen Zhuo to eat more, "Since Big Brother Shen also has spiritual roots, it means that he can also cultivate, and you will be able to enter the Qinglin Grand Meeting later!"

"Qinglin grand meeting?" Long Xiang asked.

"The major sects recruit a group of disciples every five years, and three months after this date, the major sects will send their disciples to compete in a grand competition, and the winner will get the treasure."

"Treasure? What treasure?"

"I don't know about this. The treasures are different every time, but they are all treasures of heaven and earth. I heard that there was another time when the winner got a copy of the ancient four-pole cultivation method!"

The two chatted happily, but Shen Zhuo fell into deep thought, he almost forgot that the plot had come to this point.

Ning Feiyue doesn't mean he doesn't know, the highest prize of this Qinglin Festival is very important to the protagonist, and it can even be said to be the second most important role in the plot of Zhentianmen after apprentice Xiao Wuya.

Besides, the Qinglin Festival is just the beginning.

Shen Zhuo looked at Long Xiang, and sighed in his heart - just stay a few more days, and treat this kid's enthusiasm back.

Long Xiang seemed to have noticed something, but when he turned his head to look over, he found that Shen Zhuo's face was already blushing, his eyes were blurred, and the bright red lips were stained with sparkling wine.

Long Xiang's throat tightened, he stared blankly at the person in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "How much have you drank?"

"Fivehundreds..."

Shen Zhuo smirked and raised five fingers, Ning Feiyue asked in a daze, "What is he talking about?"

Naturally, Long Xiang didn't understand, and stepped forward to snatch his glass, "I'll help you to rest."

"Yeah, I have to practice swords tomorrow morning."

Shen Zhuo was helped to the bed in a daze, humming, "hundred miles away from home..."

Long Xiang was startled suddenly, he actually saw a glint of water flashing in Shen Zhuo's eyes, his heart twitched, he held Shen Zhuo's hand, and blurted out, "Shen Zhuo—"

"……Um?"

Shen Zhuo squinted at him, frowned and thought for a while, "Long...Xiang?"

"……Um."

Long Xiang seemed to have been woken up by him, but he still refused to let go of the other's hand, and even wanted to hug the other's soft waist with every inch.

However, Shen Zhuo pulled out his hand impatiently because of being shackled, and then lay down on the bed with the quilt in his arms.

Long Xiang saw him curled up there, frowning tightly, feeling pity in his heart, sighed immediately, covered him with a quilt, turned around, closed the door and left.

As soon as the door closed, Shen Zhuo who was lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the void for a long time, then blinked, and suddenly smiled.

He was indeed drunk, but not to the point of being insane, so he could see Long Xiang's reaction, but he pretended not to see it.

He suddenly remembered what his ex-girlfriend once said to him. She said that liking cannot be hidden, and love cannot be hidden even more. When you like someone, your eyes shine when you see that person, but when you love someone , when you saw that person, your eyes were deeper than the sea, which made people suffocated.

He didn't know what his eyes looked like, but he knew that when he learned that he might become a mortal, apart from the despair of not being able to go home and dying of old age, there was also another panic that he didn't want to admit.

He might not be able to enter the Yuntianwu Realm again, until he died of old age, and he would never see that man again.

"Chang Ming."

His voice echoed in the empty room, appearing very lonely and thin.

There was no response for a long time, and Shen Zhuo didn't feel any breath.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a wry smile, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, yes, he is about to become a humble mortal, no longer an old enemy worthy of the other party, how could that person appear?

Maybe he has already seen all this in the water mirror, knowing that he has lost all his soul, how can he pay attention to it...

"What's the matter?"

"..."

This sudden voice suddenly broke the silence in Shen Zhuo's heart. The familiar voice was obviously so soft and deep, but to Shen Zhuo's ears, it was as deafening as a thunderbolt.

Regardless of the bouts of alcohol, he turned around and sat up abruptly.

The moonlight was like a practice, a few steps away from his bed, a man in a black robe stood there quietly, his silver hair was more dazzling than the moonlight, his eyes were as calm as the sea, it seemed that he was the only one inside.

Shen Zhuo's heart froze, and he didn't say anything for a long time. When he found his own voice, he said in a stuttering manner, "Your Majesty is here, and I am far away to welcome..."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself. Didn't you call someone here, Ma De? !

So he quickly added another sentence, "I just shouted casually..."

Pooh!See what you said?Shout out?Why don't you take a bite?

Huh?bite?

His gaze involuntarily moved to the man's face, on the thin lips, suddenly, his heart beat violently.

He stared blankly at the man who suddenly approached, a little confused, "What... are you doing?"

Chang Ming bent down slowly, the silver hair on his chest drooped down and fell on Shen Zhuo's face, it was cool and itchy.

He couldn't help swallowing.

Not to mention anything else, just this face, he has lived for more than 20 years and has never seen a better-looking one, except for his current self, and now this face is only an inch away from him, he really panicked.

And when the opponent's hand touched his face, Shen Zhuo wondered if his heart really jumped out.

"I see……"