[Sword Three] Dongdu Wolf's Stupidity

If it was Chen Hao, he would definitely follow the two of them, but the Taoist leader doesn't have such a talent for gossip, so instead of meddling in other people's business, it's better to listen to the ancient bells and cicadas singing in this quiet place of Shaolin, and walk around alone.

The Taoist leader likes to be quiet, which is exactly the opposite of Chen Hao's personality. One likes to be noisy, one likes to be quiet, one is obscene and down-to-earth, and the other is cold and unapproachable. It's just that the two have nothing to do with each other, and they can't talk together even if they meet every day The two are actually in the same body now...

The breeze was clear, blowing a strand of blue hair from his forehead, the Taoist priest stood in the wind with his eyes slightly closed, the cries of birds could be heard everywhere, the corners of his lips were slightly tightened, one hand was behind his back, his waist was straight and straight, and he was far away. It seems to be integrated with the scenery of Shaolin Temple, except for the leaves shaking in the wind, it looks like a picture scroll.

But the tranquility in this 'painting' was finally interrupted by a human voice coming from behind.

"Chunyang, long time no see."

The Taoist priest opened his eyes, still turned his back to Zhao Yan, and said in a low voice, "You know me?"

Under the usual avoidance, this sentence was enough for Zhao Yan to quickly walk up to the Taoist priest, reach out and grab the Taoist priest's wrist, let out a long sigh, and looked into the Taoist priest's eyes with a particularly excited expression.

"Did you really forget? Forgot, you and I met? Forgot, the appearance of the two of us traveling in the mountains and rivers?"

"..." The Taoist priest looked at Zhao Yan, who spoke hypocritically, and couldn't help feeling a little disgusted in his cold eyes.

"Chunyang, it doesn't matter if you forget, come back to me, you and I can love each other again..."

"I have an old relationship with a waste like you?"

Zhao Yan was taken aback for a moment, looked at the Taoist priest with lowered eyes and pondered for a while, and then said tentatively: "You really don't remember what happened before you were seriously injured?"

"Do you know that I was injured?" The Taoist inspected Zhao Yan, who was as tall as himself, squinted at Zhao Yan and said, "When Wanhua and Tiance saved me, I never had any contact with the people of Chunyang Palace. How did you know that I was injured when I met you after recovering from the injury?"

"Because...it's no other reason, you can't forget me! In Chunyang, we used to sing about wine and play chess with each other. I didn't expect you to forget it. It's a pity that I guarded my affection for you alone. But you have forgotten the past, and you have nothing to do with Tian Ce." As he spoke, Zhao Yan hugged the Taoist priest, and leaned his thin lips close to the Taoist priest's ear and whispered: "I don't care, I just want to know that you are okay, As long as you stay with me..."

The Taoist priest's slender fingertips slowly climbed onto Zhao Yan's wrist, and after a while, his two fingers clasped Zhao Yan's life gate tightly. If Zhao Yan hadn't held the Taoist priest in his arms, he would have seen that The disgust and disgust in the eyes on Zhang Ru's frost-covered face could not be concealed no matter what.

And the owner of the face has the feeling that he has really seen this person before, but if he wants to talk about his feelings for Zhao Yan, he can't find it at all. In his heart, he only wants to deal with Zhao Yan and quickly, just like the first As soon as they met, when Zhao Yan approached affectionately, he wished to use the long sword that killed the overbearing disciple, and immediately sealed his throat with a sword, but it was a pity that the internal force was too activated at that time, and the body had already lost strength...

"I have fastened your life gate, I don't want to die, let go now."

Zhao Yan lowered his brows to look at the knuckle fingers, and unwillingly let go of the Taoist priest's body: "You really hate me so much, why don't you just use the long sword in your hand to kill me, and let me die happily... "

"dirty."

"At any rate, I have known each other before. Why do you have to be so unfeeling that I can't get close to you? Whether you haven't forgotten the past or lost your memory, do you have to push the distance away from me? At that time, I went to Chunyang Gong Xun you, do you know how I feel when they say that there is no disciple called Chunyang? You look down on me, Zhao Yan, so much that you don’t even want to tell me my real name!”

"Yes."

Under the billowing green waves, Dao Chang admitted with a cold face. There were not so many mother-in-law's explanations, and there were not so many unspeakable idiots. The indifferent appearance made Zhao Yan almost spout Dao Chang's blood!

Zhao Yan looked at the Taoist priest and took a deep breath. All the tenderness just now gradually disappeared, and the eyes staring at the Taoist priest were full of resentment.

"You martial idiot, who have you ever looked up to in your life? Who would like someone like you except me, Zhao Yan? You are good, and you still put on that arrogant face, why?! Do you know that after your accident , there is no one looking for you, only I, Zhao Yan, will never forget you!"

"Oh."

In this world, talking to people like Daoist Priest is just making yourself angry. He doesn't care what you are talking about with him, anyway, he still looks down on you.

Just like what Zhao Yan said now, how his inner emotions have changed, the Taoist priest still has a cold face, with disgust and disgust in his eyes...

"Put away your neither hot nor cold attitude! Are you looking down on me, Zhao Yan?"

"Yes, it's very noisy. Don't babble in front of me in the future, or I will make you unable to speak for the rest of your life when my restrictions are lifted."

After finishing speaking, the Taoist priest passed by Zhao Yan who was standing there unable to regain his senses. In Zhao Yan's eyes, the leaving figure still looked as unearthly as before. Zhao Yan squinted his eyes slightly, facing the old familiar A killing intent flashed across his pupils.

...

In an empty place, the Taoist priest moved his forehead to the big tree, his forehead was tightly knit, his face was pale, and under the expression that had not changed much with the explosion in his head, the bean-sized beads of sweat undoubtedly betrayed his current state of mind. Physical conditions.

Daoist supported the tree trunk, sat down slowly, under the tearing pain, Zhao Yan's figure flashed from time to time, and the person who couldn't see clearly, he adjusted his breathing time and time again, trying to suppress Live the pain caused by the stimulation of the memory deep in my mind.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, I, Zhao Yan, haven't asked for advice yet?"

As soon as the young man beside me in his memory was about to speak, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and said first, "Chunyang, Chunhao."

"It's a strange surname. I've never heard of it, but judging from the appearance of the two, they should be from Chunyang Palace, right?"

The voice of the boy next to me in the memory sounded in my mind, and the innocent smile of the boy seemed to be still visible in the vague memory.

"Brother has good eyesight. The two of us are disciples of Chunyang Palace, so what sect and sect is Brother Zhao?"

"Just an idle quack."

Remembering this, the pain in his brain was gradually weakening, the Taoist chief gasped, and leaned against the tree trunk weakly. For the first time in his heart, he wanted to try to recall the appearance of the boy, but it was a pity that the memory It stopped there, unable to move forward.

Only that familiar voice can make a gentle smile break on the Taoist priest's face.