So What If You've Been Reborn?

How much can be done in a room that no one else can set foot in?

The scroll, which is about ten feet long, hangs in the air, and Chen He writes on the lustrous and lustrous paper, which is like fine silk paper, and writes quickly.

Even if you take half a step forward, you can feel the natural pressure like a mountain.

"The roar is loud, the wind is blowing, and the clouds are boundless..."

Shi Feng followed the strokes of his pen, and couldn't help saying aloud at the most imposing place.

Chen He tilted his head slightly, and the pen in his hand paused accordingly.

One hand gently held Chen He's right hand from behind, and then followed the trend of the pen force just now, and continued to write the second half of the poem seamlessly.

"...Silver hook and iron painting, the dragon angers the phoenix, and stays in the world."

Chen He felt his entire back sinking into a familiar embrace.

It was snowing heavily outside the porch, red plums were in bloom, and a faint fragrance spread. The cool breath entered the room all the way, and Chen He stared at Shi Feng's hand in rapt attention.

Slender, powerful, and indescribably good-looking.

A long time ago, when Chen He was still unable to hold a pen steadily, this hand wrapped his fist in the same way, moved it to the paper, and wrote it stroke by stroke for him to read.

So much so that today, although there are slight differences in the handwriting of the two, they are in harmony with each other. If you don't pay attention, you will think that only one person wrote this scroll from beginning to end.

Chen He didn't choose this queer word originally, but for some reason, after writing such a paragraph, the depression in his chest seemed to flow out along with the strokes.

What's more, when Shi Feng wrote "Silver Hook and Iron Painting, leave it in the world", the eyes staring at this scroll were unusual.

He was like a teenager who finds a new pleasure and immediately decides to hang it on the wall and watch it day and night.

"Brother..."

After Chen Ho called out in a low voice, he fell silent again.

He wanted to ask how long such a day would last, and how long Shi Feng could be with him in this world, but he was afraid that if he said it, it would spoil Shi Feng's rare interest-this word was not finished yet.

As expected, Shi Feng just responded, his mind still on the pen.

He raised the pen to re-dip the ink evenly, and directly outlined the landscape scroll in the large blank space next to the words.

Chen Ho's hand has been firmly held by him on the pen. With this intimate posture, the whole person does not seem to be trapped in Shi Feng's arms. Just like this, one stroke by one stroke, either light or thick, draws a picture of the banks of the Yedu River. one-leaf boat.

The willow bank is blurred, the boat is far away, and the figure at the ferry is independent.

Chen He hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "Brother, this... this does not match the meaning of the word!"

Historically, there have been few paintings with inscriptions first, and it seems strange if the difference is far behind.

Now this hanging scroll has such a nondescript smell in it, the calligraphy is good, the painting is good painting, there is no way it doesn't match.

"Who says it doesn't match?"

Shi Feng paused, then raised his pen, and gently poked Chen He's forehead with one end.

"How can this be..." The second half of Chen He's sentence suddenly stuck in his throat, his eyes lit up, "Brother knows what I wanted to write."

"Please look at the east flowing water, so that you can know the meaning of the world—"

Shi Feng wiped a little bit of ink on the tip of Chen He's nose, and said, "It's all on your face."

Chen He's face was a little hot, and he couldn't help muttering: "The senior brother taught me last time that no one can read the words from the face, if you guess right, guess right, there is nothing you dare not admit."

Then there was another ink stain on his cheek.

Chen Ho stood obediently, and casually wiped Shi Feng, but secretly rolled his eyes in his heart: Ever since he met Qu Hong, he discovered the other side of his senior brother that was hidden so deeply.

In the past, Chen He was very surprised. With Shi Feng's temperament, how could he have a close friendship with the old Taoist Changmei? Could it be because they lived relatively close to each other in Heiyuan Valley?

Now Chen He understood.

Shi Feng's indifference appeared after experiencing many setbacks. He originally - would not have become such a person.

Later, it was only in front of those who were willing to trust, even the closest people, that some clues were revealed.Such people are probably only Chen He and Nan Hongzi.

After finishing the painting, Shi Feng waved the scroll casually, and the scroll floated to the wall that Chen He had originally hoped for.

Chen Ho threw the pen on the edge of the inkstone, rolled it around, and the ink stains dripped onto the table, but no one cared whether it was put away.

Outside the window, the winter is snowing heavily, and the house is full of spring.

Through the formation, no one can see the scene inside, only faint and subtle voices can be heard.

"Don't be in such a hurry."

Shi Feng's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was comforting, but also patient.

After a long time, Chen He said sullenly: "Senior brother, if the way of heaven goes back in time again, what should we do?"

His voice was a little out of tune, with joy and pain, and more of annoyance.

"... How can it be so easy? Even if it is the way of heaven, you can't do it at will."

Shi Feng was used to his junior being very serious at such times, and he still chose such times to discuss serious matters with him.

At first, he was helpless, but as the number of double cultivations increased, Shi Feng suddenly discovered that Chen Ho's tough aura tended to fade at this time, and he would ask out some uneasiness in his heart.

As time passed, Shi Feng didn't find it strange anymore.

The soul is blended, the body fits together, and they hug each other tightly without gaps.

Chen Ho's eyes were open in a daze, as if he was in a daze, and he seemed to be thinking about what Shi Feng had just said to comfort him.

He subconsciously curled up and wrapped Shi Feng even tighter, not wanting to let go or leave.

From the neck to the chest is covered with a light crimson color, panting quickly, and groaning lowly from time to time.The vibrato of Yin Yin, every sound can be pulled on Shi Feng's heartstrings.

Occasionally, when Chen Ho came back to his senses, he would try to cover Shi Feng.

The reason is to stick your head to Shi Feng's heart, and wrap your arms tightly around your senior's shoulders.

"Brother."

After he called out, he called out again and again.

It wasn't that he wanted to say anything, nor that he couldn't bear to beg, Chen He just liked to do this, as if by doing this, he could be sure that all of this was real, and it wasn't an illusion that Li Yan couldn't ask for.

He read so much that it disturbed Shi Feng's delusional thoughts that spread wantonly, his whispering mouth would be blocked, and spiritual energy would pour in from his mouth in an endless stream, and then flow out from the meridian orifice.

What's more, it pulsates violently with the heat source in the body.

Chen He was soft in Shi Feng's arms, as if all his strength had been taken away, he was too lazy to even raise his eyes.

After a long time, the room returned to silence.

Shi Feng got up, and before he put on his clothes, he casually put the thin quilt on Chen He's body.

How can a cultivator at the transformation stage be afraid of the cold, but Shi Feng is used to doing this, and he didn't feel anything wrong: he can't let his junior lie on the bed with his body exposed like this.

Chen He was motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

But how could he hide this trick from Shi Feng's eyes.

Shi Feng leaned on the bed and hugged his younger brother in his arms. After a while, he heard a muffled voice in his arms: "That time is coming soon."

Before Shi Feng could answer, Chen He said decisively, "Senior brother, you don't need to lie to me, I can feel it."

The unfathomable meaning of monks who have stepped into the tribulation stage is more obvious, and they are also more uncertain.

"Well, soon, senior brother is waiting for you in the fairyland." Shi Feng patted Chen Ho's back soothingly.

"Maybe there is a senior from the Beixuan School who has taken a fancy to you..."

Chen Ho tried his best to sound relaxed, and deliberately said: "Unlike in the human world, the Beixuan sect must have good old friends. I heard that even if there is no relationship between the sects of the Zhengdao, they will be polite. You are not allowed to call others Shidi!"

"it is good."

"You can't let others call you senior brother."

"……Um."

Chen Ho found that Shi Feng did not agree so happily this time, and immediately emphasized dissatisfiedly: "No one is allowed to call you senior brother."

Shi Feng bowed his head, and said in his junior's ear: "It won't work if I agreed to it. You have to go to the master and prevent him from accepting a third apprentice."

Chen Ho was just messing around with Shi Feng, and he didn't necessarily take this condition seriously in his heart. Since Shi Feng cooperated, he even pretended to be unreasonable: "Master was found by you, you don't care!"

Shi Feng thought about it seriously for a while, and then said, "I'm afraid it's out of my control."

"Forget it." Chen He came down by this step, and pretended to be proud, "Master travels all over the world, trying to find someone better than me and senior brother, it's impossible."

This is not accurate.

Shi Feng hesitated to speak, but Nan Hongzi never had a limit to what he admired.

It may be a butcher who is particularly good at slaughtering sheep, or it may be a dizzy and trembling old man. For Nan Hongzi, who looks like an outsider, he will be regarded as a "tao master" no matter who he goes to shelter from the rain. Fated with me."

Others, such as the fate of missing a place, staying in a ruined temple for one night, and the friendship of a meal, are countless.

Over there, Chen He thought of something else——

"Go to the fairyland and find a good place to live, and wait to support me and Master."

"Uh-huh?"

Junior brother is fine, what happened to Nan Hongzi?

"I'm afraid that the gods in the sky are also snobbish, and I'm even more afraid that the gods will have to spend money. Our masters and apprentices are poor and empty, so don't we just expect our brothers to build bridges and pave the way for us?" Blessings will come."

"..."

Chen He's serious appearance made Shi Feng give him a shudder.

"What prestige and blessings did you gain in Yuzhou?" Shi Feng asked amusedly.

"That's a lot."

Chen He cheered up and told Shi Feng one by one, making himself look like a yamen.

"So, I don't dare to ascend. What should I do if I leave my junior brother alone, no one will accept you, and even the demons will treat you like a persimmon who has lost their backing?" Shi Feng said half-truthfully.

"Let them come." Chen He panicked from being too idle.

He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, I'm afraid I don't know. Many demon cultivators in Yuzhou think that my cultivation is obtained from my brother."

"..."

This was really the first time Shi Feng had heard of this.

It took him a long time to understand that it meant that he was the one below, but Shi Feng didn't take it seriously: "Since you like this statement, then it's okay for me to admit it to others."