After wearing the book, I marked the leader of the Demon Cult

Lou Feiyu was still waiting for his answer. Shi Hongqin drank the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the bowl, stood up directly, then drew out the soft sword at his waist, picked up the empty wine bowl, and performed a set of silkworm sword skills on the spot.

I saw the wine bowl dangling on the soft sword, but the bottom of the bowl seemed to be firmly stuck to the soft sword.

At first, Shi Hongqin just played around with it briefly, but when he realized that Lou Feiyu's gaze was focused, a corner of his heart seemed to be touched lightly, and he couldn't help but get serious.

I feel that only the silkworm sword technique is not enough.

On a whim, with a few different thoughts, he showed Lou Feiyu a sword technique that had never been shown before.

The soft sword straightened suddenly, with a sharp and radiant sword shadow.

The young man's figure is graceful, as if he is surrounded by radiance. The rays of light from the sky fall on the yellow and green clothes, as if he is wearing a colorful dress. Combined with the young man's high spirits, it makes people feel fascinated.

Every move is an extremely familiar swordsmanship move, but Ying Xihan's mood is different.

Back then, he saw his master using the Yuliu swordsmanship, full of enthusiasm, just for the sake of killing all directions with his master in the future; now seeing Shi Hongqin using the same swordsmanship with a somewhat smug expression, if it was someone else, he would He sent it up with a knife a long time ago, but now he just stands there and does nothing.

Ying Xihan watched the empty wine bowl appear in front of him.

There was still a wine bowl on Shi Hongqin's stretched soft sword, and he couldn't hide his joy with his words: "Brother Lou, pour me another bowl?"

"Pour it yourself." Ying Xihan said, throwing the wine jar, Shi Hongqin quickly put his sword back to catch it.

There are only flower shelves.

Ying Xihan was a little angry for some reason.

Shi Hongqin didn't know what to do, so he went in and just stood there.

Lou Feiyu changed his previous amiable look, and said sharply: "Even if you know the sword technique hidden in Yuliu Xuanjuelu, but you haven't even realized the sword intent, what are you showing off?" He said with inexplicable emotions, "I I heard that if you can't get the first place in the new show, you will go to Meishuangzong to be your son-in-law. You are now in the later stage, and you have not even reached the Dzogchen. I really want to go to Meishuangzong."

Shi Hongqin pursed his lips, not understanding why Lou Feiyu was angry, so he could only put all these on OOC's character setting, and his mood that just got better also turned worse.

He didn't want to look weak, so he straightened his waist and looked directly at Lou Feiyu: "I don't have one. But I just can't realize the sword intent. Forget it, forget it...forget it, at worst, I'll just go to Meishuangzong and be my son-in-law! "

Saying four times in a row, Shi Hongqin hugged the wine jar tightly, widened his peach eyes, and gave up on himself emotionally.

He had never lost his temper with anyone like this before, and he regretted it after saying these words.

In his previous life, due to his mother's illness, he was young and mature, and he was sensible early on. After realizing that this would only make his mother go crazy, he never lost his temper again.

He endured, endured, endured for 26 years, so much that he forgot how to get angry, he would only forgive himself and deal with things with a smile.

As a result, today he burst out at the boneless Lou Feiyu.

He knew Lou Feiyu was right, and in the past he would have apologized immediately, but at this moment he couldn't say anything.

He just lowered his head and stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus wine shaking in the jar.

Ying Xihan didn't expect that Shi Hongqin would suddenly explode, and became even more unhappy: "Before you and your master were arguing with Master Bu, isn't that what you were talking about? I think Master Bu is very satisfied with you. But your master doesn't want to let you go, so, are you going to give up your master now and go to Buzhang?"

The young man pursed his lips tightly, like a little hedgehog who just wanted to put away the hard thorns all over his body, but the hard thorns were disobedient, and he was still the kind of defense that stood upright.

After coming to this world, apart from practicing martial arts and making desserts more diligently, this Shi Hongqin gave people a lazy and undisciplined feeling, as if he didn't care about anything.

When Shi Hongqin faced his identity as the leader of the Demon Cult, he still looked ashamed and shameless. Why did he start playing childish temper when facing Lou Feiyu?

I still remember that Shi Hongqin liked him in the words, although the words are not accurate now, after all, Shi Hongqin was very determined to leave at the beginning.

But Ying Xihan still couldn't help guessing, could it be that the young man is unwilling to show weakness in front of the person he likes?

If this is the case, he has already seen the embarrassment of the other party. If Shi Hongqin knows the truth, what expression will he have, will he cry directly?

The thought of this made him feel a little chilly.

And what was he angry about just now?

In Shi Hongqin's ears, Lou Feiyu's words just now were teasing himself. He became more irritable and glared: "We didn't argue, it's just that the head of the step found out that I was his nephew and wanted me to recognize my ancestors and return to the clan." As for Master, the entire Huangji Sect now knows that he has serious hysteria, and he just transferred his love for Bu Muqing to me. The reason they value me so much is because of Bu Muqing..."

Sadness flashed across his eyes, and Shi Hongqin repeated: "It's all because of Bu Muqing."

In the previous life, his mother placed high hopes on him because of his father. After time travel, he bears the identity of the biological mother named Bu Muqing and is so scrambled by everyone.

Shi Hongqin thought that he didn't care about these things long ago, only then did he realize that he had quietly formed a knot in his heart.

It's finally easier to say it now.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his head again, and a burst of sword energy suddenly rushed towards his face. He froze in place, raised his hair and cut off a few.

Lou Feiyu held the sword and said deliberately: "Pick up your sword."

This was beyond Shi Hongqin's expectation, he was dazed for a while, then he raised his head and poured down the remaining sweet-scented osmanthus wine, then threw the wine jar.

When he was drunk, he turned over the sword, and the wine bowl fell on the grass and broke into two pieces. The sword rose and he started to exchange ideas with Lou Feiyu.

This confrontation was inexplicable, Lou Feiyu didn't use the Shadow Step, but the surging sword intent attacked like a cold evil spirit.

The hostility is lingering, and every sword is like cutting flesh and blood, which makes people feel a sense of fear.

If there is fear in the person fighting, it will be the moment for Lou Feiyu to break through the flaws and make people die.

The moment of comprehension made Shi Hongqin's heart tremble. He suppressed the nausea surging in his stomach, and held his breath to feel the terrifying sword intent.

When the Yuliu sword technique was resolved one by one, he knew that he was destined to lose.

And he didn't care anymore.

On the cliff, the sword light fluttered along with the figures, and when the sun was setting and the moonlight was shining on the earth, Shi Hongqin was finally forced into a desperate situation.

Sen Han's sword intent was entwined on Shi Hongqin's body, and as long as Lou Feiyu gave an order, he could be completely bruised.

When he came back to his senses, there was already an abyss behind Shi Hongqin himself.

Lou Feiyu's sword was lying across his neck.

The dark eyes under the moonlight looked at him calmly, as if looking at an inanimate thing.

For a moment, Shi Hongqin felt that Lou Feiyu was going to kill him, and fear climbed up like a vine, but when he thought that this person was Lou Feiyu, everything disappeared.

His temper was completely lost in this fight, he didn't even think about it, he touched the cold white jade long sword with his fingers, saw Lou Feiyu's eyelids twitch, smiled, and said: "Le Shui told me that he felt it Brother Lou, your sword intent is like this."

Lou Feiyu put away the long sword, and the mud behind Shi Hongqin's feet suddenly loosened and fell to the bottom of the cliff. Shi Hongqin's foot slipped and was about to fall—the arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he was pulled forward , Lou Feiyu took several steps back, Shi Hongqin fell forward according to inertia, and fell directly on Lou Feiyu's chest, his face almost hit Lou Feiyu's chin.

If Lou Feiyu hadn't dodged in time, he would have gotten close to the opponent's neck with this pounce.

In fact, it's okay to fall, anyway, I can control the sword, Shi Hongqin thinks so, but he likes the feeling of being cared for.

The wind on the cliff had already dried up the sweat from the sparring, and Shi Hongqin seemed to smell a vaguely scent of latte again.

He tilted his head and sniffed Lou Feiyu's neck lightly, but what he saw was a vertical collar. He rubbed his eyes, and the things in his vision seemed to have double images.

Lou Feiyu took a few steps back as if feeling uncomfortable all over.

He didn't realize this, so he smirked and said, "Thank you Brother Lou, you are really well."

Ying Xihan was in a delicate mood when he heard Shi Hongqin praising him suddenly.

The juvenile is already in a state of drunkenness by the amount of a jar of wine, and his alcohol capacity is too poor.

"Let's go back."

Ying Xihan turned around and was about to leave, but his sleeve was grabbed suddenly, and he was about to shake it off, but Shi Hongqin still held on tightly, caught off guard, and leaned directly on his back, with a chuckle, shaking off his drunkenness: " Brother Lou, carry me on your back."

The leg is not broken, what is the back.

Ying Xihan turned his head to meet Shi Hongqin's raised eyebrows, saw the dependence inside, closed his slightly opened mouth, and said "wait", and heard Shi Hongqin's voice rise in response to "OK".

He quickly took out the restraining pill, and after eating several pills in a row, he bent down to look at the butt-like face of the young monkey.

Shi Hongqin smiled and took a few steps back, like a naughty child, he rushed towards Ying Xihan aggressively, and when he was about to get close, he suddenly jumped onto his back.

"Ah—! Someone is carrying me—!" Shi Hongqin yelled like a little lunatic.

It must have been infected by Cen Yiyuan.

The little lunatic leaned on his shoulder and began to giggle. Ying Xihan, who was wearing a collared shirt, shrunk his neck subconsciously.

He suddenly regretted that he should have slashed with the sword just now, or when Shi Hongqin's foot slipped off just now, he should have stabbed with the sword.

After a while, the little lunatic looked up to the sky full of stars, stretched out his slender five fingers to hold the night sky, and shouted: "I want my sword intent to be the free wind!" Then he seemed to be talking about a secret , bent down to his ear, and said softly: "Go wherever you want, brother Lou will be with me then, okay?"

The little lunatic asked incoherently.

What a mess, Ying Xihan's ears were hot from the breath of speaking.

"The sword will say whatever it wants, naive."

Speaking of which, Shi Hongqin's sword intent in that world is like an indestructible sharp blade, just like his unsmiling personality.

Look at this on your back...

Ying Xihan was in a complicated mood.

"You should coax me, I said I would bring you with me, why didn't you answer?" Shi Hongqin was aggrieved and said incoherently.

Why, should I still be grateful to Dade for being brought by you?

. . . he doesn't have the knowledge of a drunken lunatic.

Ying Xihan responded impatiently: "Okay."

Shi Hongqin couldn't hear the perfunctory in his tone at all, he said "yeah" happily, then lay on Ying Xihan's shoulder, humming a tune that Ying Xihan had never heard before.

He didn't think about why he didn't move forward with Yujian, but just carried the boy on his back and walked slowly towards the small courtyard which was a little far away.

"Brother Lou, why are you so nice." Shi Hongqin knocked his chin on his right shoulder, and said it several times.

Ying Xihan was tired of hearing this, but the corners of his mouth curled up inexplicably, and he asked lightly, "How good is it?"

"..."

Shi Hongqin didn't seem to hear his question, he turned his head to look, and saw that the young man was in a daze for some reason, a little bored, and was about to speed up his pace, when his right ear was suddenly surrounded by warm lips and tongue, followed by his teeth twitching gently. Nibble on the tip of the ear.

Ying Xihan's whole body trembled, and he almost threw Shi Hongqin, who was overjoyed, to the ground.

As if feeling a crisis, Shi Hongqin immediately let go of his ears, smacked his mouth twice, and said in a daze, "Why isn't chocolate sweet?" Then he tilted his head, completely drunk and passed out.

Ying Xihan's ears were red, and the hands holding Shi Hongqin's legs silently exerted force, feeling ashamed and angry.

Not knowing where the idea came from, he slapped the little lunatic's ass on his back several times with one hand.

The little lunatic made a humming sound, but he still didn't wake up, but he felt a little guilty and walked quickly.

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow.

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