Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

So Mo Wenshuang threw out the small sword that was combined into one without hesitation, with empty eyes, and walked firmly towards the pond.

A sudden lotus flower was thrown over, smashing Mo Wenyu out of sight, and what Mo Wenshuang saw was a round, white face covered with drops of water.Slender and smiling eyes, so dark that they are unreal, brighter than the golden light reflected by the sun in the water.

A pair of red lips opened and closed, and Mo Wenshuang couldn't hear what he was saying. He was startled by the lotus flower that was thrown over him suddenly, and his ears rang.

Mo Wenshuang has stubbornly lived alone in Fangfei since her relatives passed away at the age of eight.Never interact with people.I am very afraid of strangers in my heart.Back then, he thought that Luo Zhiyu, who looked like the person in the painting with a bright smile, was clean and good-looking, was a little girl.He was a little at a loss, and quickly left with the lotus.

Unconsciously, he kept holding the lotus tightly, and went back to the inn with Mo Wenxue who was looking for him at that time.

When he came to his senses, looking at the little blood spots on his palms that were pierced by the tiny thorns on the lotus stems, he thought of Luo Zhiyu with a bright smile like the moon and stars.On the second day, he still held the lotus tightly, poured in spiritual power continuously to make it immortal, and brought back Fang Feijin.

As for why he brought it back, he himself didn't know, but when he saw the lotus, he thought of the flawless smile that he had never seen before.

Mo Wenxue thought that he had never seen a lotus before and brought it back out of curiosity.

"Wen Shuang? Where is your atonement?"

"It fell into someone else's hands unintentionally back then, and I forgot to come back. But now, I don't want to come back." Mo Wenshuang was expressionless, but her eyes darkened.

He knows what he's asking before he even asks the full question, as always, and never beats around the bush when talking to him.He will not hide anything, he will say what he wants to say directly, and he will shake his head or keep silent if he doesn't want to say it.

"Why?" Is it because you like Arlo?Mo Wenxue wanted to ask, but was afraid of being too direct.

He shook his head.

no why?Is refusing to answer the same as acquiescence?

Mo Wenshuang melted the crying blood, touched the apricot blossom decoration on it, and thought to himself, "Sooner or later, I will atone for my sins. On that day, father and mother, brother A Yu will forgive me, and I will use the crying blood to end it." It’s up to me. It doesn’t matter if the sword comes back or not. Since A Luo has kept it for ten years, he must like it. It’s the right to leave it to him. I think it’s a thought of a friend..."

"Luo Zhiyu, you treat him?"

"It's just a friend who can't do anything."

"Why is it presumptuous? He likes you very much, doesn't he? The second brother can tell that you also... like him, don't you?" He knew Wen Shuang well, and since he said that he wanted to be friends with the other party, he definitely There will be no fakes.From this point of view, it was that little fellow Luo Zhiyu who fell in love with him alone.

He was a little complicated.For so many years, Mo Wenshuang lived alone in Fangfei, ignoring world affairs, ignoring strangers, withdrawn and sensitive, with a silent personality.The arrival of Luo Zhiyu gave him the idea of ​​making friends, which is too rare, and this is a good start.Mo Wenxue hopes that he can take the first step in contacting the outside world with Luo Zhiyu!

Based on Mo Wenshuang's non-obvious refusal to Luo Zhiyu from the beginning, Master Fengxue was particularly lax about many things about him.Observing during this period of time, this active but not noisy Luo Zhiyu gave Mo Wenshuang a little warmth in his life.

Every time Master Fengxue came to visit him and mentioned Luo Zhiyu, Mo Wenshuang was willing to say a word or two.When it came to anything else, he basically nodded and shook his head, or ignored it.

If Luo Zhiyu liked Mo Wenshuang like an ordinary friend, then Mo Wenxue would be quite willing to have contact with them.But now, if the two get along again, he is worried that Luo Zhiyu will get deeper and deeper... What will happen in the end, he can't guess.

Mo Wenshuang didn't want to explain why he acted rashly, and he stopped talking with his downcast eyes. He had already talked a lot today.He doesn't want to talk.

Regarding Luo Zhiyu's initiative, he wanted to accept it and wanted friends.A person's heart, which has been closed for more than ten years, is more solid than stagnant water. Suddenly, he smashes into a stone. With a "boom", the ripples are connected to the clean and bright person in the pool of lotus ten years ago. Eye-catching, smiling person.

The first person who gave him a lotus flower ten years ago is the first person who is willing to approach him ten years later.Such a miraculous intersection, two overlapping points, gave Mo Wenshuang a sense of strangeness and familiarity towards Luo Zhiyu.

From the moment he recognized Luo Zhiyu, the first thing he thought of was not the atonement he threw out, but the lotus flower that didn't hurt even if he pricked his hand.In his clear black and white eyes, with the same smile from ten years ago, Mo Wenshuang caught a trace of pink, as well as his own blood spirit.

In the ten years since he came back, the appearance of this person has been frozen in the empty back mountain and empty heart.There is no reason for the freeze frame, maybe this place is too quiet and deserted, Luo Zhiyu's smile back then is quite different from here.

He was very envious of the relationship between Shen Wulan and Luo Zhiyu, they were friends and brothers.There is a tacit understanding and a consonance.

He was also very afraid that because of his own reasons, there would be a gap between the two of them.The conversation between the two people outside the bath made Mo Wenshuang feel that he was superfluous in every way, that he was still alive without shame, but that he had sinned deeply and had not yet paid it off.Otherwise, he would definitely not be the person who makes brothers worry and worry, makes Xianzong disciples loathe and fear, makes outsiders feel weird and weird, and makes Luo Zhiyu angry because of himself and Shen Wulan.

On the day he had a fever, he said to Luo Zhiyu, you go, because he was worried that Shen Wulan would feel uncomfortable again if he was too kind to him.

Seeing that his mood was getting worse and worse, Mo Wenxue didn't intend to ask any more questions.He selfishly felt that as long as Luo Zhiyu could make Mo Wenshuang not close himself up so much and fall into memories that he couldn't extricate himself from, then he would naturally be allowed to let him do his best, he would do whatever he wanted!Even if, even in the end, Wen Shuang would break his heart and reject his liking!For the sake of the fourth brother, a disciple's sadness, just use it!

He was disturbed by the idea of ​​himself.Big deal, teach him more skills as compensation.

Mo Wenxue stayed with Mo Wenshuang all afternoon, and told him about the Xianzong, about her own mother, Mrs. Bai, and about the October disciple assessment.After hesitating for a long time, he didn't dare to mention that he wanted to celebrate his birthday on August [-]th.

Forget it, the mention was also rejected. For 15 years, he has never celebrated his birthday.Son's birthday is mother's hard day, so how can he be thoughtful?

In the evening, Luo Zhiyu came over with a food box, one dish and one soup, very light, not even salt.There is also a large bowl of soup that smells bitter.

Before the person came in, a voice came in, "Young Master Shuang, I didn't study with the teacher today. The teacher said that I don't need to practice anymore! Ha, he kept chasing me and asked me how I made such rapid progress!"

"Boom!" The door was pushed open by him, "I didn't dare to tell him that you gave it to me, so I found an excuse and slipped away! I slipped into the kitchen and borrowed one from the big brother in charge of our Jiyuantang special effect bruises ointment." The stove of the time, I made a medicinal meal for you with my own hands!"

He kept talking with great interest, and kept looking at Mo Wenshuang with a smile in his eyes.Mo Wenxue didn't notice the pruning flowers and branches at the window next to the door.

Mo Wenxue, who had no intention of disturbing the two of them, could not hide the flash of happiness in Mo Wenshuang's eyes the moment Luo Zhiyu came in.

He murmured silently in his heart, "Luo Zhiyu, Luo Zhiyu, if you can make my younger brother more cheerful in the past three years in Mianwujing, I will purchase the medicinal materials of your Jiyuantang once every six months as a reward!" Then he quietly left Gumengyin.

Mo Wenshuang looked at Luo Zhiyu who was blowing cold soup after cooking at the table, and opened his mouth. He wanted to let him go, but was interrupted by Mo Wenxue's leaving figure.

Why, I suddenly felt that it was nice to have someone by my side.

"Come on, Mr. Shuang, I'll help you to eat." Luo Zhiyu saw him staring at the door in a daze, and called out softly.But his hand was very honest today, and he touched it without saying anything.

The confession in the morning was rejected, and he still remembered that he was worried that Mr. Shuang would hate him, disgust him, and hate physical contact.

Although he licked his face and bit the bullet to deliver food, he didn't dare to be as unscrupulous as usual.

Mo Wenshuang slowly withdrew her eyes, and looked at the standing upright, but her fingers restlessly clasped Luo Zhiyu's leg, and nodded.

After getting permission, Luo Zhiyu still didn't move, he was a little unsure what his nodding meant, "Did you agree to eat, or did I agree to touch you...?"

After these words, the two fell into silence.

Luo Zhiyu gritted her teeth secretly: Such an idiotic question!It's not like he hasn't felt how deep a normal man's dislike for broken sleeves is!Still can ask like this!How stupid!

Mo Wenshuang recalled the contact between the two of them in the bath with some shame, and realized that he had never been disgusted before... He suddenly looked up at Luo Zhiyu, those big black eyes, with flickering eyelashes, showing grievance and self-blame, When the other party looked at him, he quickly retracted his gaze.

I...why don't I think there's anything wrong with him liking me?

"Mr. Shuang, just pretend that I didn't ask, and walk slowly over by yourself. I'm just afraid that you will be seriously injured, and your cultivation base will be lost too much, and you will not be able to walk steadily. Don't be too careful." No matter how careful you are, you can't stop I like you, if you don't accept it, I will keep it in my heart.If you still don't accept me after three years, I can get along with you for a thousand days, no loss, no complaints!I feel quite content~

Mo Wenshuang didn't respond, but walked steadily to the table, sat down and pushed the soup away.

Obviously, I don't drink.

"You can't drink it. Your injury is too deep. I know that ordinary medicine powder is ineffective against the wound of crying blood, so I injected spiritual power into this medicine." Luo Zhiyu sat opposite him.Regarding respect, Mo Wenshuang never demanded, he was also a loose person, from the first time he came here he was just as casual as in his own home.

The person with downcast eyes is indifferent.

Luo Zhiyu had a bitter face, "If you don't get well soon, Master Fengzhang will increase my fifty sticks! He said that if you recover within seven days, I won't have to be punished. One more day, one more Ten sticks, I don't want to be ripped apart..."

I'm afraid I didn't say this to Luo Zhiyu, but to myself.Mo Wenshuang knew that his elder brother had a good mouth, but he seldom took it seriously.He was still unmoved, why did he firmly believe that I would feel sorry for Luo Zhiyu, so he obediently drank the medicine.

Hey... I sighed in my heart, the bitter plan was useless.Luo Zhiyu brought him a bowl of soup, "Drink more of this soup if you don't take medicine." It was more or less effective, and it contained medicinal powder.

Mo Wenshuang took a sip.

"Does the taste still suit your taste? Will you get used to it? I didn't add much salt. The strong taste is not good for your wound."

"I used to help my mother cook. I'm not boasting about my skills. No one in our Jiyuantang street can compare to me!"

"Brother Shen really likes my cooking!"

Luo Zhiyu got carried away with complacency and kept talking.

"Young Master Shuang, you can just praise me a word, just a word, and I will be very happy!"

Mo Wenshuang's hand hanging under the table slightly bent, sighed indistinctly, and uttered the word "good" very lightly.