number one leader

Chapter 1
It was cold and dark, as if forever trapped in the dead and silent night, with no edge or edge.

But in the darkness, there seemed to be a little light beating, and he reached out to touch the light.

As a result, his thoughts retreated like a tide, and his consciousness and instinct awakened, but he felt that the thing on his back was dry, and his muscles were painful.

Suddenly, Chu Sheng's thoughts that seemed to be floating in the sky came slowly again, and the memory of his previous life became faint, like bubbles that burst under the sun.

The experience of this life and the previous life are mixed together, which makes him have a splitting headache. Whether it is the high-rise buildings and buildings in the previous life, or the beautiful water and mountains in this life. The childhood playmates, all the memories are like clouds floating in the sky, far away Touched, everything seems like an absurd dream.

Suddenly there were hurried footsteps outside, and then a loud voice shouted: "What happened to that guy surnamed Chu!? When will he wake up!?".

Chu Sheng collected himself, words like "that guy" are very unique.

Only a voice like an oriole sounded, "Brother Chu, he will be fine, and he will definitely wake up in two days."

Chu Sheng's thoughts slowly recovered, but he couldn't raise his strength, as if he was trapped in an ice cave.

The cold coming from nowhere made him shiver involuntarily, as if the blood was frozen all over his body, and his teeth chattered involuntarily.

He struggled to open his eyes and looked around, only to find a comfortable residence, the white walls were like yesterday's smoke, and what appeared in front of him was a narrow wooden room with no furnishings, only a wooden table and two stools, and rags and cotton sheets lying on it. It's just a plank bed.

On the wall beside the bed, there is a sword hanging, which is not unusual.

But this is the strangest thing, where do people like to live in a wooden house with a sword hanging on the wall?
He was confused, and the chill in his chest was even worse. He forced out a breath, but saw that there seemed to be some ice chips mixed in the breath.

Chu Sheng tried it with the palm of his hand, and it turned out to be a little cold.

It should be Yangchun March at this time.

Before he thought about this strange situation carefully, he heard the loud voice outside the door say again:

"Junior Sister, don't lie to me, he got hit by that mysterious ice, and even if he got his life back, he would have to go!"

Xuan Ice Erosion! ?
Frowning and looking at the palm of his hand that was getting colder, Chu Sheng had some inexplicable shock in his eyes. Feeling the coldness on his body, he pulled open his skirt with great effort, but saw a blurry lump on his chest. The palm prints seemed to disappear, with the palm prints as the center, seven or eight white marks like spider webs spread towards the surroundings.

I rubbed it with my hands, but I couldn't rub it off. It must not be the dye, and I could feel the hidden chill between the palms of my hands.

While still in shock, Chu Sheng heard the voice just now.

"Such a dying person, why are we still guarding him! It's better to think of a way out as soon as possible!"

There was disrespect in this person's words, and it was full of malice at this time. Chu Sheng listened in the back room, and frowned.

A hoarse and deep voice sounded at this moment, "Brother Bian, although the sect master was hit by that mysterious ice erosion, his life is still alive."

"Even if you take [-] steps back, even if the head of the sect has some misfortune, you will not be allowed to be so presumptuous on Longshou Peak!"

That loud voice must be the so-called Senior Brother Bian. Hearing this, he hesitated for a while, and even lowered his voice quite a bit, as if he was quite afraid of the person who spoke. Then he said cautiously: "Brother Chu, why are you doing this?"

"Everyone knows, how can He De, whose surname is Chu, be the head of the sect!?"

"In terms of Wuyi, he is not only inferior to you, Junior Brother Chu, even I, Bian Zhide! Who can obey him as the head of the sect!?"

But Junior Brother Chu is indifferent, a man of few words, and he only speaks indifferently when he hears the words;

"The three of us are all adopted by the old head. Based on this alone, I, Chu Zhihong, will naturally recognize the current head."

Hearing this, the oriole-like voice sounded again, "I recognize it too!"

"You guys!" Bian Zhide was impatient, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves, but put down his bold words at the end.

"You two are so inflexible! Since you are willing to guard that kid, then you go! But don't blame senior brother for being rude to me in the future!"

"Bian Zhide and Chu Zhihong." Lying on the wooden bed, Chu Sheng recited these two names silently several times, his thoughts changing.

Not long after Bian Zhide left, there was another conversation outside the door.

"Senior brother Chu, you said. Senior brother Chu won't be true. Is something really wrong?"

In addition to the oriole-like words, it was the cry of a woman.

silence
After a while, a hoarse voice sounded, "The one in charge is the second son of Xuanming, who is the most sinister and poisonous Xuanming."

"So, I'm afraid it is"

At this moment, Chu Sheng had already carefully recalled the general memory, and he felt helpless when he heard the words, so he coughed naturally, indicating that he had woken up.

It was quiet outside for a while, and then I heard a voice like an oriole calling: "The head is awake!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a "creak" sound of pushing the door, and Chu Shengqiang tried to sit up.

But before he could see who was coming, he smelled a burst of fragrance, and the slim man was already standing in front of his bed, supporting Chu Sheng to sit up with concern.

Chu Sheng patted the junior sister's sleeve indifferently to express his gratitude, but he never glanced at her, but looked directly towards the door.

At this moment, it was noon, and the sun poured into the wooden house. Although the visitor was dressed in common clothes, his whole body was filled with brilliant sunlight.

He stopped and stood with his sword in his arms inside the door. Although his face was a little immature, his sword eyebrows were slanted, his eyes were straight and never squinted, and his chivalry was overflowing in the shabby room.

So Chu Sheng knew that this person was his junior brother Chu Zhihong!

Turning his eyes slightly, Chu Sheng glanced at the girl beside him with his peripheral vision.

Although his brows are young, but his appearance is beautiful, looking at Chu Zhihong at the door, there is a lot of hidden tenderness.

With a slight turn of his mind, Chu Sheng naturally became hesitant. He waved his hand slightly, wanting to let the girl beside him leave temporarily, but he didn't know the name of the junior sister for a while, and at a moment of embarrassment, Chu Zhihong, who was at the door, smiled and pointed at him. The girl nodded slightly, "Junior Sister Jing, you should prepare first, the master must be a little hungry when he wakes up."

To his words, Junior Sister Jing naturally obeyed and walked out obediently.

Seeing that the person had already left, Chu Sheng just wanted to speak, but Chu Zhihong stepped forward, looked at Chu Sheng with concern, his brows were still furrowed, and said sadly:
"Master, at the moment internal and external difficulties, that Bian Zhide is a man with vicious thoughts, you must understand it in your heart, and you must be more careful."

Chu Sheng looked into his eyes with sincere concern, so he couldn't help but nodded.

"But you don't have to worry!" Seeing that Chu Sheng was silent, Chu Zhihong naturally thought that he was thinking about Bian Zhide, so he said calmly:
"Don't worry about this matter, the head of the sect, I will definitely protect you, junior brother, and Bian Zhide will definitely not make any waves!"

"It's just how is your current health? Has the cold poison eased?"

"Cold poison." Chu Sheng looked at the person in front of him, but there was no trace of darkness in his eyes, and some were just frank and bright.

Chu Sheng was silent, and there was still some pain in his head, so he just said:

"It's just that I feel a little cold from time to time, and even exhale into frost"

(End of this chapter)