How Immortals and Demons Fall in Love Through Different Paths

When this guess came out, Jing Jue felt like a thunderbolt.

Jing Jue has a resolute personality, and since he has identified his sweetheart, he has not hesitated much in matters of gender.

He has far-reaching thoughts, and he has already begun to plan ways to persuade the elders in the future even when his horoscope has not been written off. He even often thinks about how to propose marriage to Furong Mountain.

Except for how to pursue his sweetheart, he is at a loss, it can be said that everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

He has always treated Lu Shu as a man, and the getting along in his dreams is the way for men to get along.Three years later, when he found out that the sweetheart he thought about day and night had suddenly turned into a woman, he didn't know whether to be surprised, happy, or worried...

Jing Jue couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Those who are fans of the authorities are talking about Jing Jue at this time.

In fact, if he hadn't been so obsessed with Lu Shu that his thoughts were confused, otherwise, if you think about how Furongshan has always called Lu Shu a son, you can infer that the possibility of this good son becoming a young lady is very slim.

On the other side, Lu Shu poured a cup of tea from the bamboo table, turned around and looked at Shang Jingjue as if he had been shocked, and said in a daze, "What's wrong with you? Or... what's wrong with me? My face Is there something?"

Lu Shu touched his face with one hand, and handed Jing Jue a glass of water with the other.

Jing Jue was slightly stunned, and didn't catch the water glass in time.

Lu Shu saw this young man standing in front of him like a wooden man, and thought that the other party was dumb or more sensitive and inferior than others, he sighed silently, took a piece of Jing Jue's wrist, and stuffed the water glass into Jing Jue's hand, trying to be as gentle as possible Said: "My mother and I made this tea freshly picked in spring. It is the most refreshing and thirst-quenching tea. You quench your thirst first, and then talk about what else to do."

Lu Shu's fingers were slightly warm, and the palm holding Jing Jue was slightly moist, which was in a wonderful match with the tactile sensation that Jing Jue had imagined countless times.

The moment of contact was like an electric shock on the tip of Jing Jue, and the burning sensation shot straight into his heart like a prairie fire, Jing Jue shivered and withdrew his hand violently.

The water glass inevitably shook violently in his hand, and only then did he realize that the tea was kindly given by others. Fortunately, with his years of skill, he held the tea firmly after the violent shaking, without even spilling a drop.

Lu Shu had noticed Jing Jue's sword at first, and when he saw the opponent's hand was so steady, he immediately said with interest, "Are you a sword repairer?"

Jing Jue nodded dumbly, but his heart was agitated, thinking: She can also pick tea and make tea!

The scene of Lu Shu dressed as a tea picker picking tea in the mountains automatically appeared in his mind, and a certain emotion arose again, and he hurriedly turned his face to the side and raised his water glass to sip lightly to cover up his strangeness.

Jing Jue's distraction was covered by a shadow.

Jing Jue is a sword cultivator, and he is very sensitive to people's approach, especially when the opponent is coming towards the sword, he can lock the opponent's way without looking at it. , forcibly withdrew his momentum, and was pierced by his sword intent, causing pain in the inner palace. He swallowed a mouthful, and then heard Lu Shu's voice beside him: "Does this sword have a spirit?"

Jing Jue turned his head and saw Lu Shu raising his hand to caress the sword wrapped in Xuanbu.

After he got down from the main hall of Furong Mountain, he wrapped Nesijian in black cloth, and when he walked to the back mountain, his clothes were wet from the dew on the branches and leaves.

He usually doesn't care about these things, but when he thinks of meeting his sweetheart, he doesn't know why he is suddenly poor. He went behind the tree and changed into a new indigo overcoat that is brighter than the black Zongfu.

However, his extra care did not catch Lu Shu's eyes.When Lu Shu saw Jing Jue for the first time, he admired the young man's face like a crown of jade, but he was too lazy to take a second look at the lackluster and old-fashioned attire of the young man.

The standard sword and sword spirit have immortality and cannot be violated by outsiders.

But Lu Shu's hand fell on the black cloth of the sword body, but he was not attacked at all. Lu Shu could even feel the powerful spiritual fluctuations of the sword, which swayed on his fingertips like a tide. Fang Guang said: "This sword of yours is probably a fairy?"

Such a question is so similar to the question Lu Shu asked about Ni Sijian in the Bat Cave three years ago.Three years later, the tone is almost the same, and the light of love in the eyes is also the same as before.

Even if he changed his gender, he is still the same as Lu Shu in my heart. It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman——Jing Jue thought about it, his eyes softened, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up without realizing it. .

And Lu Shu happened to find Jing Jue's faint smile that flashed by, and he was slightly taken aback when he saw it, and said, "You look so pretty when you smile."

Jing Jue hesitated, first thinking: Did I laugh?

Then there was the magnified smiling face that was suddenly approached by Lu Shu, which caused a white light to explode in his mind, and he lost his mind for a moment.

So when Lu Shu came to pull him, he didn't care about his nervousness for a moment, so he was dragged to the rattan chair and sat down.

Before Jing Jue came back to his senses, Lu Shu acted like a magic trick again. A plate of snow-white pastries was presented in front of his eyes. He stared at the two bright red lips one by one and said, "This pastry is called Snowflake Cake. My mother made it herself." Yes, it’s absolutely the most delicious in the world, it melts in your mouth, it’s unforgettable after eating, do you want to use some?”

Jing Jue had long quitted in terms of oral desires, and now seeing Lu Shu smilingly offering a piece of pastry, he didn't want to refuse, but accidentally forgot to take it with his hands, and just said Open your mouth and hold it.

Lu Shu was a little surprised. He withdrew his finger that was almost bitten by the other party, and asked slightly in surprise, "Is it sweet?"

Sweet but not greasy, really delicious.

In fact, in Jing Jue's opinion, whether the diet is good or not is not worth worrying about.However, at this time, he rarely felt that the pastry was extraordinarily sweet; he even tasted a little bit of sweetness in the moist and bright eyes of the person who delivered the pastry looking at him expectantly.

Jing Jue couldn't help but soften his eyes again, and nodded.

Sweet, he thought.

This is the sweetest pastry he has ever eaten, and it is also the sweetest person he has ever seen.

His whole heart was wrapped in sword intent when he was very young, his will was refined to be tough and cold, there was not much tenderness left in his heart, and all his brains were used in the boy's heartbeat.

He knew that he was indifferent and unlovable, so he paid special attention to the little tenderness he still had, and cherished and cared for it over the past few years, refusing to reduce it at all, and it was tightly wrapped in the name that was often mentioned in his dreams.

On the other side, Lu Shu looked at the guest who happened to bump into him like a piece of wood and was a little dumbfounded. Fortunately, he was very easy to talk about, and what he said, he responded to the other party.

He was very bored hiding in the small garden today, and it was a good pastime for him to come to someone to relieve his boredom. He thought that this mute must be a good listener, so he said: "Are you in a hurry? ? If you don’t rush, rest here for a while before leaving?”

Jing Jue nodded in a daze.

Seeing that the other party responded, Lu Shu couldn't help chuckling when he thought of the story he was going to tell, "I just read a story, and I was worried that no one would tell it. How about I tell you?"

Jing Juemu nodded blankly.

Lu Shu sat up straight cross-legged on another wicker chair, facing Jing Jue, and said, "The story I read was about a fairy who made a mistake and was relegated to the human world to practice. It's ridiculous that the male fairy voted for it. Female fetus. It is inevitable to do a lot of ridiculous things, and it is inevitable to be pointed out by others for not being a woman. He can think about it, and he can live a chic life regardless of the eyes of the world."

Lu Shu took a breath, and continued: "Later, the male fairy met a man. The man didn't know that the girl was a man, and pursued him in every possible way. Finally, the male fairy was moved. The male fairy fell in love with the man and they became husband and wife. But after the wedding In the middle of the night, the male fairy turned back into a male body, scaring him so much that he was almost useless. Do you think it's funny?"

Jing Jue froze, and then looked at Lu Shu with an expression of disbelief. He couldn't tell if he was overthinking it, but he felt that the story seemed to have something to say.How does this make him answer, is it funny that the groom encounters the bride changing gender in the bridal chamber?It's funny to read other people's stories, but what if it's about yourself?

He wanted to say it was funny, but he also wanted to say it wasn't funny.

He has always been serious in dealing with things, and without a clear answer, he didn't nod or shake his head, but just looked at Lu Shu silently.

Under Lu Shu's shining expectant eyes again, he sighed silently in his heart and nodded silently.

Lu Shu was very satisfied and laughed. He took out a book titled "Falling Immortal Record", looked around to make sure that his mother hadn't returned, and said, "I just read the story from inside. My mother won't let me read it." Reading this book, I am afraid that I will learn from bad things. In fact, I don’t think it’s so easy to learn from bad things as long as you keep your heart. And—”

Lu Shu took a sip of his tea, and then said: "In my opinion, whether the immortals here have fallen into mortals or fallen into demons and ghosts, as long as they have a clear conscience and do not harm the common people, it is a personal choice, and it is not right. Wrong is good and bad. Seek benevolence and benevolence, and one day even if I walk the way of demons and ghosts, I will be a different demon king and ghost king, so that the world will know what the real way of the devil is."

This time, Jing Jue disagreed with Lu Shu's words.

Since there is a fairy way, why bother to fall into the way of the devil?After a brief hesitation, he raised his eyes to look at Lu Shu, but saw that the two pieces of Lu Shu's front placket had slipped down at some point, revealing his beautiful collarbone. He couldn't look directly at him and quickly avoided his gaze, so he shook his head.

Lu Shu was not surprised to see him shaking his head, and said again: "My mother also said that I was wrong in thinking so. She said that people who cultivate immortals, only the way of immortality is the best, and the ways of demons and ghosts are evil ways. Evil energy enters the body and it is difficult to ascend. However, Is it easy to ascend in the immortal way? No one has ascended in the immortal way for thousands of years. Dare to ask where is the way to ascend? There are also those who ascended in history. What's the point of such an ascension? On the contrary, I have some doubts that those who said they were ascensions are actually all lost?"

Jing Jue frowned slightly, this time he didn't shake his head.

Seeing that he didn't object, Lu Shu was a little surprised, and the smile on his face became stronger, and said: "Mother said, 'Li Sheng will suffer if no one picks it by the side of the road', if you want to persuade me, there must be some hurt in the way of demons and ghosts. Everyone goes to the immortal way. The immortal way is the way of the great way. I think everything has its own reason. Not everyone can become a real master in the way of immortality, and not everyone can be called a king in the way of the devil. It varies from person to person. Just do your best."

Jing Jue lowered his eyes, silently thinking about what Lu Shu said, and couldn't figure out whether it was right or wrong for a while.

While thinking about it, his eyes fell on Lu Shu's two collarbones involuntarily. He knew that he shouldn't look too much, but his eyes glanced disobediently at the fair skin under the collarbone.

That piece of whiteness made him close his eyes in a hurry like a needle prick.

Lu Shu had a great time talking, but he didn't see any difference in the scene. He continued: "In the Record of Fallen Immortals, there are female fairies who sacrificed themselves for love by kissing themselves; Daoism should be used to distinguish. May I ask, which is better, a god without conscience, or a devil with morality? Who is the devil?"

Lu Shu's assertion was like a fairy tale to people of immortality. The more Jing Jue heard it, the more surprised he became, and there was a questioning intent in his eyes.

Lu Shu knew what he was talking about, so he naturally understood what Jing Jue meant. He laughed and said, "You ask me what kind of Tao I want to cultivate? Naturally, I cultivate the Tao of Immortals! I listen to my mother the most, and my mother said that the devil The way must be bitter, but I love sweets, so naturally I don’t ask for it.”

Seeing that Jing Jue was surrounded by him, Lu Shu laughed in his heart and said: "What I said just now is all nonsense, don't take it seriously! I think you can't speak, you can't refute me, and you can say it freely. Please. Listen to my nonsense for a long time, you can eat quickly."

The pastries are sweet and fragrant, the tea is delicious, and the sun is just right.

It was rare for Lu Shu to meet someone who couldn't speak and didn't argue with him. He held up the forbidden book "Falling Immortal Record" and told Jing Jue a few more stories with great interest. Time passed and the sun gradually set.

The tea was refilled many times, and the cakes came one after another. Without paying attention, they all reached the bottom. Jing Jue realized that he had lost control, and frowned in self-blame.

Lu Shu stayed there for a long time, then returned to the room and brought out a new plate of pastries. Seeing Jing Jue's expression, he thought he was not feeling well, approached him shortly and asked, "What's wrong, it doesn't taste good, I have a stomachache. ?”

Lu Shu approached suddenly, bringing with him the warm wind of early summer, the fragrance of flowers blooming in competition, and the refreshing fragrance homemade by Tong Xiansi, who was smoldering day by day on his body.

The fragrance came and invaded his nostrils. Jing Jue had no time to resist the intrusion. Lu Shu, who stood upright in front of him, seemed to be frozen.

Jing Jue was sitting, Lu Shu half-short and leaned forward, Jing Jue's gaze had nowhere to escape, it fell on the underside of Lu Shu's front lapel, which was more and more scattered due to getting up and walking, and took a close look at the two slender hands. Her collarbone, a small section of Shengxue's skin, and her slender and smooth neck.

It was too close, and Jing Jue had nowhere to escape.

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