If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

"Where did the wild child come from, dare to call himself a cultivator." Two young men in brocade clothes held swords and shouted at the young man in front of him.

The young boy in plain white clothes was holding a piano that was about the same height as others, and looked at them with wide eyes.

In fact, he is not afraid of them at all, he just looks weak, in fact, he can defeat them with just a snap of his fingers.After all, his master is much better than their master.

The young Fu Leshu blinked and blinked, seemingly ignorant and timid, but in fact, he had already wandered away, missing his master who was as ethereal as a fairy.

The master taught him skills and made pianos for him. The best thing for him is the master.

"You won't reply, don't be a fool." One of the teenagers said.

The other said, "Who cares if he is right or not, we'll talk about it after we hit him."

Naturally, they were proud and arrogant. Seeing Fu Leshu's provocation, they wanted to show him off.

Fu Leshu didn't pay attention to their aggressiveness, he just looked up and looked around, guessing where his master should be hiding now.

The master said that a cultivator must dare to challenge, so he asked him to beat the disciples in Lingyun City to hone his skills.

Fu Leshu thought it was boring, because when he met him, he knew that the person on the other side couldn't beat him.Rather than spending time on such pointless fights, he would rather go back and play with his master.

He walked away for a while, and the young boys attacked with swords.

Fu Leshu pressed his thin white fingers on the strings, just waiting to knock them off their feet.

He himself didn't care about the tense situation, but someone behind him couldn't see it.

When the sword was about to hit Fu Leshu, the teenagers felt their bodies being pushed away by a gust of wind, pushing them far away.Looking again, there is no shadow of the wild child just now in front of him.

In the canopy of a big tree not far away, Yun Heng, who was wearing the same color clothes, hugged Xiao Fu Leshu on his lap and sat on his lap, helping him put away the piano that was too heavy for him.

"Are you afraid of Yue Shu? Why don't you defeat them?" Yun Heng's expression was gentle, and his tone was full of concern.

But Fu Leshu simply slipped into his arms and said coquettishly, "Master, Yueshu is tired from holding the piano, and his hands are sore."

Yun Heng laughed, grabbed his little arm, and rubbed it for him.

"Then do you need me to make a lighter one for you?" Yun Heng will take every word of his seriously, the kind that wants the stars and never gives the moon.

Fu Leshu shook his head immediately, and said: "No need, Leshu will be able to hold it when he grows up a bit." He was serious, as if he was afraid that Yunheng would really refine it.He still remembered that his master hadn't had a rest for a month to refine this piano last time, and his whole body was haggard.He couldn't bear Yun Heng to suffer like that again.

Yun Heng also heard his implication, put his arms around his armpit and hugged him, and said with a smile: "Yue Shu will feel sorry for Master, that's great." As he said, he kissed Fu Le Shu several times on the forehead mouth, the little boy's face became hot from the kiss.

Fu Leshu thought, he likes Master, and Master is the best person to him.He wants to be with Master all his life.

He knew that his master liked his well-behaved and sensible appearance the most, and he also knew that his master liked good-looking children, so he perfectly used these two advantages of his to make Yun Heng like him even more.

He was so jealous that he didn't want anyone to take Yun Heng's love away.

Yun Heng also thought about taking in a few more apprentices, but he was so violent that he lost them.

He blinked and shed a few tears, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he complained to Yun Heng: "Master, don't you like me anymore?"

"How could it be? Master likes music books the most."

"Master is accepting new disciples."

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a new junior brother? Le Shu has someone to play with."

"No, Master won't like me if he has a new disciple."

Yun Heng always dotes on him so much, if he doesn't let him accept it, he really won't accept it.

Master is his, and no one can take it away.The more Fu Leshu grew up, the more deeply rooted this thought was in his heart.

Fu Leshu is very good at using his own resources, even when he grows up, Yun Heng's love for him will not diminish at all.

But love is not enough, he wants the master to belong to him completely, whether it is body or mind - it is unexpectedly easy to do this, after all, the master loves him so much, and he has expressed and hinted it for so long.

Even when Yun Heng was writing exercises, he would not worry about him getting angry and disturbing him.

Like pulling away his paper, forcing him to just look at himself or something.

Holding the pen, Yun Heng turned his head helplessly to look at his disciple, his lover, Fu Leshu who had grown up.

Fu Leshu put the paper full of words aside, rubbed his head on Yun Heng's shoulder, and his whole body stuck to his body as if he had no bones.

"Master, it's late at night, don't write anymore." Fu Leshu said coquettishly.

Yun Heng touched his head with the hand that wasn't holding the pen, and said, "Be good at Le Shu, master will go to sleep after writing this page."

"No, sleep now." Fu Leshu said, biting the back of his neck, and gently crushing it with his teeth.The meaning of his action was already somewhat ambiguous, and it made Yun Heng go limp all over.

Yun Heng had no choice but to put down the pen, and turned around to hug him.

Satisfied, Fu Leshu hugged him and kissed him until Yun Heng's face was covered with saliva.

"Sleep?" There was a fire in Fu Leshu's eyes, a fire that seemed to swallow Yun Heng completely.

Yun Heng didn't know what was going on in his mind, ever since he softheartedly agreed to become a Taoist couple with him, Fu Le Shu seemed to have become a wolf who hadn't eaten meat overnight, wishing to abduct him to bed all the time.

But what does it matter? He also likes Fu Leshu, so let him be satisfied.

The two love each other, don't they want to spoil each other.

But the master who doted on him so much just disappeared.

Fu Leshu opened his eyes, and after a long period of confusion, he finally identified where he was.

Not far away, candles were burning quietly, illuminating the entire ancestral hall extremely brightly.

The ancestors of the stone people sat cross-legged on the futon with their eyes open.These people are all dead, but their eyes always seem to be looking outside, which makes people feel cold for no reason.

Fortunately, this is not the first time Fu Leshu has come here. He has been here for a long time, and he is no longer afraid.

Jiuli's stone statue is the tallest among them, and the pen in his hand is Yun Heng's real body.

Fu Leshu felt uncomfortable, every time he saw the stone pen without any consciousness remaining, he would feel uncomfortable.

Over time, it became heart disease.

It was as if a piece of his heart had been dug out by someone, and it could never be filled by anything ever since.

He stared at the pen with the eyes of his lover, and he said to him: "Master, I miss you."

He has worked so hard to get here.

When passing through the planes, his body was repeatedly torn apart. He resisted all the way and came here almost covered in bruises.

When he first came, he went straight to this ancestral hall.

When he saw the slate pencil, he felt that all his hard work had paid off.

He called Yun Heng's name at the stone pen, trying to wake him up.

But how happy he was when he saw it, and how desperate he was when he found that there was no soul in it.

He made so much noise that he attracted the guards of the stone people.

He was taken out as a thief, and his hands were crushed on the punishment stone.

He fainted from the pain several times, and he almost couldn't even maintain the stone camouflage.

He was in so much pain that he called Yun Heng's name in a daze.At that moment, he seemed to be that little boy again. Every time he got hurt, the master would rush out to help him teach anyone who dared to hurt him.

He had been in a high position for too long, so long that he never dared to disrespect him again, so long that he almost forgot what pain was like.

When he was wronged, that person was the first thing he thought of.

But that person will never help him again, he died, killed by himself.

If he could go back to the past, he would wish to strangle himself to death.How stupid he must be to trust a stranger, but not willing to tell his worries to the best master for him.

He believed Araze's lies and betrayed the master who loved him the most.

In the end, Yun Heng helped him to swallow all the evil consequences, stood in front of him for the last time, and helped him block all the suffering.

Fu Leshu knew that Yun Heng didn't forgive him for what he had done, he was just used to protecting him.

When Yun Heng secretly asked Ren Feng to settle the funeral, in fact, he had already chosen to give up on him.The last cloud and rain was nothing more than a farewell he made, in order to let himself relax his vigilance, so that he could let himself go and leave.

Nothing to do with right and wrong, nothing to do with love, just two words, forget it.

He didn't want to argue with himself, he was ready to sacrifice, as if it was his destiny.

But without his Fu Leshu, why would he do these things.He can live his whole life happily and peacefully, and maybe he will meet a better person who will keep him safe and stay with him forever.

He, Yun Heng, did nothing wrong, the only thing wrong was that he met someone who was not worthy of his love.

Fu Leshu knew that Yun Heng would never come back, no one would care about whether he was warm or not, no one would rub his hands for him, no one would hug him with a smile.

He created everything with his own hands and destroyed everything with his own hands.

Yun Heng is everything to him.

He once had the best person of his time, but he lost him completely.

His heart ached, and his heart seemed to be curled up, making his lips turn white from the pain.

"Master, I feel bad." He whispered to himself, as if suffering from hysteria.

But that person was sent to a dead end by himself, no matter how much he called him, he would never come back.

Fu Leshu covered his mouth and coughed heavily when his heart throbbed.

Blood gushed from his mouth and seeped into his fingers.

It's just that his strength seemed to be exhausted in this incident, he stuck his face on the stone pencil and asked him: "Master, when will you take me away?"

No one answered him, only green smoke curling up from the incense.

There is no such thing as the longevity that everyone envies. He has traveled for thousands of years, and he will never meet a second Yunheng.

Such an infinite lifespan is just a curse to him.

Those familiar faces left him one by one, leaving him alone in this cold world, chewing the bitterness of eternal life alone.

And such days have to continue until the day he completely dies.

He was a little tired, exhaustion hit him, and in the enveloping tiredness, he saw the person in white clothes like snow again in a trance.

With just one glance, he taught him to give up his whole life.

Master, I love you, do you know that?

I regret.

For tens of thousands of years, I have seen thousands of things in the floating world, and read all over the world of mortals, but none of the people in the world are you, and the world of mortals is not as good as you.It's just that I lost you and can't get you back.

"Master, kill me." Fu Leshu smiled foolishly, with blood on his lips, extremely desolate.

Yun Heng gave him a long life span and the ability to heal himself, but did not give him an end.

The word love, in the end, became the shackles that imprisoned him.

Fu Leshu thought of those old people, and Feng Wuhen who died in depression all his life.

He remembered that when he died, he kept chanting Yin Jiu's name.

At that time, he was already very old, with gray hair and cloudy eyes, but his words reached Fu Leshu's ears one by one.

He said: "If I had known that Xiaojiu and I were deeply in love, I should have treated him better..."

He grabbed Fu Leshu's arm and said to him: "Why don't I treat him well, he likes me so much, he is full of me, but I hurt him again and again."

Fu Leshu stayed beside him at that time, watching Feng Wuhen talking to himself.

"I cut off his eight tails. The last time, Huaying took it for him. Xiaojiu, as long as others treat him well, he will treat others ten times better." Feng Wuhen said, "He used to be so kind. He likes me, but I couldn’t even save his life in the end, I’ve been cultivating immortality for thousands of years, but I’m nothing more than a fool in the end.”

Fu Leshu just looked at him quietly at that time, what he thought was, why not him.

Master was so kind to him, so he still betrayed him.What's the use of not knowing how to cherish when you have it, and regretting it after losing it.

In the end, Fu Leshu and Feng Wuhen's descendants buried him on a barren mountain in Feng Wuzong. Feng Wuhen said that he met Yin Jiu there, and he wanted to look forward to his return there.

For thousands of years, even if he becomes a handful of loess, he will still wait for him.

As long as he can see him happy and stable in the next life, that's enough.

Fu Leshu didn't know if he had waited, he left there, left that place full of memories, and became an ordinary servant in the ancestral hall, guarding his master all day long.

In the past, he was greedy for life, afraid of death, and selfish, but now he can't.That person can't see his change, he can only repent in front of his real body day by day, waiting for the day when death will take him away.

Time is like passing water, thousands of years, and finally exhausted.

That day, the servants of the stone people discovered that the stone pencil was missing again.

Also missing is the servant who has guarded the stone pen for tens of thousands of years.

Some people said that they had seen that strange man in the deep mountains, but in a blink of an eye, the man disappeared.

People who have seen that strange man said that he was crazy and not very clear-headed, and he just called Master again and again.

Finally, someone saw the strange man's body. He was lying on the ground, holding the stone pencil tightly.

Someone wanted to break his hand and take back the stone pen, but as soon as he touched it, that person's pen disappeared.

Return to the same burial together, disappear forever between heaven and earth.

"Master, take me away."

"it is good."