I became the black moonlight [Quick travel]

Looking at Qin Xiu and the young man in white leaving together, Ji Xun felt very uncomfortable.Although he still doesn't understand what happened or the real reason why he was able to ascend, it's true that he has a blank memory.

Ji Xun's memory still stays on the day of his 20th birthday. It seems that he fell asleep and woke up as a god. For people in the cultivation world, it is true that a thousand years have passed, but for him, he just fell asleep. Suddenly everything changed.

If time could be turned back, he would rather not ascend to the ascension, and continue to be the young master who ran amok in Xiaoyao Mountain.

More than 1000 years ago, the world of comprehension was divided into several sects, and the Xiaoyao sect was the most independent. Kai's domineering momentum grew until he was ten years old.

When Ji Xun was ten years old, his parents brought back a broken child. It is said that he was the child of a close friend many years ago. The sympathy is flooding, and he treats the poor kid as the second son of the young master.

The broken kid is naturally Qin Xiu. This is the second time Ji Xun has seen Qin Xiu. That very good-looking kid suppressed his excitement with secret poking. Ji Xun pretended not to recognize Qin Xiu, and didn't know him After saying something, Qin Xiu, who had restrained his silence, suddenly beat him up.

Ji Xun couldn't figure it out, Qin Xiu was obviously the same age as him at the time, and he was so desperate to beat someone up, his eyes were fierce like a wolf, and he was stunned.

But Qin Xiu only hit Ji Xun this time, after that, Qin Xiu never hit Ji Xun again, on the contrary, he has been protecting Ji Xun all the time.

Everyone in the Xiaoyao faction knows that Qin Xiu is restrained and respectful, cold on the outside and warm on the inside, but he is only warm to Ji Xun, and he is still cold on the outside and cold on the inside.

When Ji Xun was 15 years old, he was punished by a mean teacher to copy the evolution of the cultivation family and its branches over the years. The content of more than 600 pages was only given to Ji Xun by the teacher for ten days.

Ji Xun was restless and put his mind to it. He drew more than a dozen ghost charms and locked them in the house to help him copy them. He and Su Yu sneaked to the martial arts mountain to pass the time. Su Yu even stole two jugs of wine.

When Ji Xun and Su Yu were so drunk that they couldn't walk, the whipman in the Disciplinary Hall, with a grim face, arrested the two of them—people below the Xiaoyao Sect were strictly prohibited from drinking, and Su Yu was fined twenty lashes. However, Ji Xun was given an extra [-] lashes because he was found to be disobeying the teacher with a ghost talisman.

After Ji Xun was beaten fifteen times, he cried to death. Qin Xiu, who got the news, rushed to the training hall and protected Ji Xun, claiming that he did not watch Ji Xun and wanted to be whipped for Ji Xun.

Qin Xiu's style in the Xiaoyao faction has always been very good, and the whip holders stalemate for a long time to persuade Qin Xiu, let alone beat him, so they had to turn a blind eye and let Ji Xun survive, and he was whipped twenty times Su Yu was lying on the ground, staring at Ji Xun sadly and dying, his eyes were full of resentment towards injustice.

"It's not fair!" Su Yu yelled at the whipman holding his voice.

"Little bastard, you still have strength, don't you?" The whipman sneered, and gave Su Yu another whip.

Qin Xiu carefully carried Ji Xun back to the house, and did not let others follow, Ji Xun lay on Qin Xiu's not-so-broad back and said in a muffled voice, "I know you were the one who informed me."

Qin Xiu's back was a little stiff for a moment, and he waited until he gently placed Ji Xun on the bed on his back before replying: "I didn't know you went to drink, I thought you were going down the mountain with Su Yu, the world is so chaotic, I don't know." rest assured."

"I don't care," Ji Xun was still a little angry with Qin Xiu, "They all know that I used ghost charms to help with my homework. If you make me copy it twice this time, I will break up with you!"

"I'll help you write." Qin Xiu looked at the whip wounds on the young man on the bed, and his fingertips couldn't stop shaking.

"Huh?" Ji Xun turned his head, a little unbelievable, Qin Xiu, who has always obeyed himself and was strict with himself, is going to make an exception?

"I'll help you write." Qin Xiu repeated, brushing the red corners of the young man's red eyes with his fingertips, and waited for him to apply the ointment to the young man. When the sound came, the breath couldn't help but rush up.

The 15-year-old Ji Xun has a good mind and a great forgetfulness. Qin Xiu insisted on giving him medicine every day, but Ji Xun's whip wounds almost healed in four days.

"Qin Xiu, why don't you rest for a while, and I'll write it." Qin Xiu kept his word, and said that he would help Ji Xun copy books when he said that he would copy books for Ji Xun. The teacher wanted to humiliate Ji Xun this time, three thousand There are more than 600 pages, and each page is densely packed with thousands of words. Let alone ten days, it will not be finished in half a month.

"It's okay," Qin Xiu sat at the desk, and when he heard Ji Xun's words, he looked back at Ji Xun with a faint smile on his face, "I have already copied 870 pages, and I think I can finish them all tomorrow." Finished copying."

Ji Xun took a sip of tea and choked in his throat. He drew more than a dozen ghost figures, and he only copied 460 or eight pages in one day. Qin Xiu actually copied nearly [-] pages in just four days. Page?

"I don't believe it," Ji Xun swallowed his tea, and went to Qin Xiu to check the results. Qin Xiu's handwriting has always been strong and natural. The teacher especially likes to praise Qin Xiu's handwriting in front of many students, but this time he didn't know Qin Xiu's handwriting. Did Xiu copy in a hurry? A bunch of crumpled words were crowded together, which looked ugly from a distance, and even more ugly when viewed up close.

"Isn't your word a little too floating?" Ji Xun opened his mouth slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he said something more euphemistic. This word is not like Qin Xiu's writing, even if the six-year-old Qin Xiu casually Writing a word is also a hundred times better than these words.

"You wrote this, not me." Qin Xiu's voice was deep and clear with the peculiar clarity of a young man. He looked at Ji Xun carefully with his black pupils, and there was a smile in his eyes, a joke in his eyes, and There are four points seriously.

Ji Xun was in a complicated mood, and when he looked at the words again, they were all refined and ugly, with a sense of familiarity, like twins with his words.

"You are amazing, you are amazing," Ji Xun glanced at the evolution of the cultivation family and its branches over the years on Qin Xiu's left, and then looked at the densely packed stack of papers copied in the corner of the book case. Let's go to sleep and copy tomorrow."

"Well," Qin Xiu put away the brush, and pressed a stack of copying papers with the inkstone, "Mr. will ask questions in a few days, I will test you first."

"No, let's go to bed early." Ji Xun got a headache when he heard those questions. As long as he can draw symbols, run away, and control a sword, he can occupy a place in the world of comprehension. .

"You still want to be punished by Mr.?" When Qin Xiu took off his coat, Ji Xun had already laid down and slept in the innermost part.

"I don't want to." Ji Xun turned his head away in annoyance, and when he realized that Qin Xiu was also on the bed, he turned around on purpose, with his back to Qin Xiu.

"Who are the cultivation families divided into?" Qin Xiu sighed helplessly, but still asked patiently.

"Wanjian Sect, Xiaoyao Sect, Yinhun Sect, Kunlun Sect, Weapon Refining Sect..." Ji Xun replied weakly.

"Which branches are Wan Jianzong divided into?"

"The first-class Qin family headed by Mingjian Villa, the second-class Ling family, and the third-class Bai family. Among them, the Ling family and the Bai family are all attached to the Qin family..."

"Well," Qin Xiu nodded in satisfaction, "Which ones are attached to the Xiaoyao Sect?"

"..."

"Ji Xun?" Qin Xiu waited for a long time but did not wait for Ji Xun's response. Just as he leaned over to see if Ji Xun was asleep, Ji Xun turned around abruptly. The distance is very close, and the breathing is intertwined.

"Don't, go to sleep." Ji Xun closed his eyes, retracted his whole body into Qin Xiu's arms, put his right hand around Qin Xiu's waist, and signaled Qin Xiu not to talk too much.

Qin Xiu suddenly shut his mouth and stopped talking, the man's low breathing sound could be heard in his ears, and his heart seemed to be scratched a few times by a small animal's paws, densely itchy.

That night Ji Xun woke up once, the lights in the room were dim, he occupied the whole bed by himself, and Qin Xiu was leaning over the desk and writing quickly.

"Qin Xiu?" Ji Xun called out in a low voice.

"Well," Qin Xiu didn't turn his head, his voice was inexplicably hoarse, "There is one page left, go to sleep."

Ji Xun didn't answer, and soon fell asleep again. He vaguely felt that Qin Xiu's hair seemed to be wet, and he went to take a bath in the middle of the night, which should be impossible.

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"Dangdangdang!"

"Dangdangdang!"

Ji Xun was sleeping just right, but a sudden loud sound of gongs disturbed his sweet dreams.

"You man, it's not yet dawn, why are you beating the gong?" Ji Xun lay on the tree and moved his numb legs, and saw a flash of silver in the corner of his eyes.

"I still want to talk about you," the gray-clothed boy who was beating the gong yesterday looked up at Ji Xun, "Our Xiaoyao Sect stipulates that disciples get up and practice swords at Maoshi. As a guest, you don't sleep in the guest room, but sleep on the tree to do your work." What?"

Under the tree, disciples with swords on their backs and uniforms of the sect passed by one after another. Ji Xun looked at the disciples of this year with some sympathy. The disciples of their Xiaoyao Sect all got up to practice swords at Chenshi.

"Bai Lichen, what are you doing here?" Ling Yuming and Ling Sichen happened to pass by here, Ling Sichen folded his arms, and did not hide his disgust for the gray-clothed boy in his eyes.

"I'm leaving now." The gray-clothed boy, or Bai Lichen, when he saw Ling Sichen, was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he lost all courage, shrank his body and ran away in desperation.

"Hey, this courage, I really don't know how he had the courage to imitate his elder brother Bai Luoyue and try to seduce the head!" Ling Sichen rolled his eyes, and was pulled by the corner of his clothes by Ling Yuming, who found out Ji Xun, who was lying on the tree, shut his mouth and left.

Ji Xun felt that he was living a dreamy life this early in the morning, so why did Mr. Luoyue have the surname Bai? Are you attached?