As long as everyone gives a little love

The Shen family's family biography "Pofengjue" is an evil art, which is ruthless and heartless, and everything in the world should be slaughtered.

The process of cultivation is extremely dangerous, Shen Cheng cuts away all dusty things, removes distracting thoughts, has no resentment, hatred, sorrow or joy, this is the ten major accomplishments, and looks down on the common people.

Lu Shenxing carefully filtered the words of the system twice in his mind, and simply called it the Rueqing Sword Art and the Ruthless Sword Art, and what pretending to be called the Po Feng Jue, otherwise he wouldn't have understood it until now.

"Why didn't you tell me this in the first place?" Lu Shenxing felt depressed. If he had known earlier, he would not have wasted his time anyway.

As if knowing what Lu Shenxing was thinking, the system sounded, "Ding, Mr. Lu, the mission world was chosen by you. It has been recorded and archived, and cannot be deleted."

The implication is that even if you choose a tuoxiang, you have to hold your nose and eat it.

That's the rules of the game.

Inexplicably feeling that he was cheated, Lu Shenxing's thoughts were confused, he raised his head and asked Faber, "How can I forget about love?"

Uncle Hua stroked his beard, "Floating dust beads."

He also said, "There are only two pills in the world. As far as I know, one was given to Princess Changyue by the emperor many years ago, and the remaining one is in the hands of the abbot of Taihe Temple."

Youlongbao has the most sophisticated intelligence network in the world. Lu Shenxing called the head of the Chifengtang who was in charge of this matter, and soon knew all the movements about Taihe Temple.

Just two days ago, the host died unexpectedly, and the floating dust beads disappeared.

It is common for people to die these days, but it is unusual to happen at this critical moment.

The atmosphere in the hall was heavy, Lu Shenxing leaned against the back of the chair, his side face was rigid and cold, his body exuded a gloomy atmosphere, a sense of frustration welled up in his heart.

"I remembered a thing from long ago." Uncle Hua took a sip of tea, "When I was young, I was playful. I eavesdropped on the conversation between the master and several uncles, and heard a person, Shen Liu."

"Later on my travels, I got to know the young master of Qiyi Pavilion, who was well versed in the affairs of the world. I learned from him that Chen Liu was originally the number one killer in the world. He was arrogant and cold-blooded. There were many dead souls under his sword. When he was found dead by the river, he lost all his internal energy and was a cripple, the world thought it was a vendetta."

"Once he died, those people would have revenge, grudges and complaints, and vent their anger and insults on his corpse." Faber paused for a while before he said, "I used to be confused about who could defeat him, but now that I think about it, it's the one who put him to death." It is a worldly thing, and it is also himself.”

Lu Shenxing swallowed back the clichéd "Abandoning all martial arts can't save him", and Lu Shenxing fell silent.

Abolishing martial arts is also a matter of fate.

From top to bottom, Youlong Castle looks like grasshoppers on a rope, sharing weal and woe, but the loyalty of most of them is premised on Shen Cheng's invincible skill.

Shen Cheng has killed too many people, if he becomes a useless person, there will be many people rushing to drink his blood, eat his flesh, and gnaw his bones.

"Will the meridians burst on the way to abolish martial arts?" Lu Shenxing still asked.

"It's doomed." Uncle Hua sighed, "Eleventh, come back to the valley with me, the owner of the valley and Ning Xiang miss you very much."

"No." Lu Shenxing waved his hand, declining the kindness, he can't go anywhere now, he can only stay here, busy for more than three years, in the end all came to nothing.

Uncle Hua lost his tongue for a while, seeing that Lu Shenxing's mind had been made up, he shook his head, that's all.

Dark clouds roll, the sky rains down

Lu Shenxing squatted under the eaves, and the violent wind and rain rushed towards him unceremoniously. He wiped the rainwater from his face and felt like the cup on the table.

The task is not completed, the target is dying, and it seems that all his good luck has been taken away by the dog.

For some reason, the face of the third aunt appeared in Lu Shenxing's mind. The purpose of the third aunt in harming him was for Shen Cheng, and Shen Cheng sealed her mouth because he wanted to keep something a secret...

Lu Shenxing stood up suddenly, his eyes were horrifying, his warm body was pressed against his back, he pressed his hand on his waist, and asked sharply, "You know?"

Shen Cheng understood the sentence for no reason, he nodded calmly and said, "Life and death are destiny, don't force it."

The rain was getting heavier and louder, and there was a crisp sound on the bluestone road, but Lu Shenxing still heard the voice in his ears verbatim, and his face was extremely ugly.

"There are too many temptations and sorrows in the world." A gentleness flashed in Shen Cheng's eyes, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave you alone."

Hold!This word was all over Lu Shenxing's mind, he knew that Shen Cheng was serious.

"222, I give up this volume."

"Ding, the mission is still 5.00% short, are you sure, Mr. Lu?"

"forget it."

The corners of Lu Shenxing's lips twitched very quickly, it was only a little bit short, he might as well take a gamble.

What is that 5.00%?Lu Shenxing turned around while thinking, the wound on his forehead was exposed under Shen Cheng's eyes, and when he reacted, the person in front of him already had a painful expression.

Lu Shenxing immediately adopted the method of appeasing his family Haha, stroking Shen Cheng's head over and over again.

"Go put on shoes, change clothes, wash up, and eat."

The slanting rain penetrated into the white underwear, Shen Cheng didn't move, his eyes were red.

Lu Shenxing dragged Shen Cheng back to the room, those thoughts did not disappear with the chill.

After the successive deaths, there was no sign of anyone else in the Green Bamboo Garden except Lu Shenxing and Shen Cheng. The traces of Uncle Hua's visit were still there. Shen Cheng noticed it, and he kept a gloomy face and said nothing.

Lu Shenxing took off his wet clothes, and Shen Cheng went over to comb his hair with a comb.

"The other dust bead is in your hand." Lu Shenxing said suddenly, his tone was affirmative.

"Destroyed." The comb made a soft sound from top to bottom, Shen Cheng's eyes turned cold, "There is no more floating dust in the world."

Lu Shenxing's mouth trembled, and he pulled out a mocking arc, don't drag me if you don't want to fucking die!

His lips pressed against the cheeks of the person in his arms, and they rubbed them hard. Shen Cheng lowered his eyelids, with dark colors surging. He hated and even feared that kind of boring life, so he would rather destroy the floating dust beads with his own hands, and choose to die than give up. Now the warmth.

His life and death are decided by him, and no one can take away his memory.

Lu Shenxing backed away, his scalp hurting, he changed his clothes and went to the kitchen to get food.

Shen Cheng, who stayed where he was, took off a few strands of hair from the comb teeth, tidied them up in his palm, and put them away.

In the night, Lu Shenxing dazedly stretched out his hand to touch the side, and when he missed nothing, he woke up with a start, and when he turned his head, he was startled by the black shadow in front of the bed.

"Why don't you sleep?"

Shen Cheng brought the plate in his hand over, without a trace of sleepiness in his voice, "Osmanthus sugar short cake."

Quickly getting up, Lu Shenxing fumbled to light the lamp, and the room lit up, bringing Shen Cheng's pale face and blood all over his body into his line of sight.

Shen Cheng pursed his lips, "Chicken blood."

"...Did the chicken offend you?" Lu Shenxing stopped checking.

Shen Cheng held one piece and handed it to Lu Shenxing's mouth, and said indifferently, "Noisy."

His nose was full of fishy smell, Lu Shenxing opened his mouth to eat it, he was not surprised, if this continues, let alone chickens, even people will be blood splattered three feet.

The plate was empty, Lu Shenxing was full, and Shen Cheng's lips curled up, full of satisfaction.

After falling asleep again, Shen Cheng rested his head on Lu Shenxing's shoulder, and murmured affectionately, "Ji Ji..."

Lu Shenxing threw off the quilt irritably and wrapped it around Shen Cheng, "It was woken up by you, you can play with it."

In the blink of an eye, it was late autumn, and Shen Cheng stopped going out, and often clung to Lu Shenxing's side, like an insecure cub.

On the contrary, Lu Shenxing was not in a hurry and calmed down.

If he wanted to change Shen Cheng's fate, it was impossible for the other party to be without sorrow or joy, which was very contradictory in itself.

It can only be avoided by being a walking dead, but Shen Cheng has lived enough of that kind of life.

So even if there are floating dust beads, Shen Cheng forgets his love and abandons his love, and everything returns to the original point, he will still be buried in the sea of ​​flames.

It is an impossible task to be dead anyway.

Then wait for death, Lu Shenxing crossed his legs to look at the sunset, Shen Cheng was looking at him, dusk was approaching.