So What If You've Been Reborn?

"Your state of mind is not bad, but your true essence is too little." Shi Feng sighed.

Chen Ho didn't look up, and he knew about it.

But what to do, his real energy is either fed into the fire by the stone, or he is exhausted in the battle with the beast. For 40 years, he has been in this state of lack and is dissatisfied.

got used to!

"Other people with your level of cultivation don't dare to take more elixir, for fear that their meridians will be blown out, and they are also afraid that their strength will skyrocket and their mood will not be enough, and they will be inferior instead-you are fine."

Shi Feng laughed angrily at Chen Ho's indifferent attitude of continuing to bury his head in eating the Lantern Festival, and reached out to pat his junior brother on the head.

Unexpectedly, Chen He was completely unguarded, and he obediently was slapped so that half of his face was buried in the bowl.

"..."

Chen He slowly raised his head, and the chopped green onion and the soup were sticking to the tip of his nose and cheeks in bits and pieces.

Shi Feng was startled for a moment, and then laughed.

He is a cultivator and a man, so he doesn't have the habit of carrying a sweat towel with him.I had no choice but to reach out again to wipe off all the things on Chen Ho's face.

The skin at the tentacles is warm, as if there is an inexplicable suction.

Shi Feng involuntarily slowed down his movements, cruising silently with his fingertips, wiping away tiny scallions one after another, from the tip of his nose to the corners of his mouth, as if he was not wiping away food residue, but gently stroking his junior's face.

Chen Ho's expression also became a bit weird and subtle.

When the senior brother's finger slipped down from the tip of his nose, it disturbed his breathing, and the fingertip touched his lips inadvertently - his whole body almost trembled.

Chen Ho didn't know how much effort it took to stabilize his violently fluctuating mood.

——The brother's hand is still there, and the brother touched the corner of his mouth.

Fearing that too much emotion would be revealed in his eyes, Chen He quickly closed them, and almost silently recited the Beixuan sect's method for meditation in his heart.

Every place that brother's fingers touched was slightly hot. If the two really hugged each other, it wouldn't feel so mysterious.

It's just such a little bit, like a superficial touch.

Each ripple is very small, but it swayed in circles in the heart lake, breeding the unspeakable delusion of love.

"All right."

"..."

Chen Ho opened his eyes, only to see Shi Feng casually looking at the revolving lantern hanging outside the teahouse, beckoning the waiter to put on a wrung hot towel, and then wiped his hands on it.

——It’s just to wipe your face, didn’t senior brother wipe less before?

Chen Ho, who felt that he was thinking too much, was a little frustrated, but also a little secretly happy.

For Chen Ho, memories are treasures classified and collected. He can look at them countless times, and every detail can exist forever.

Chen Ho, who was secretly determined to bring this memory out for separate storage after returning home, held the spoon absent-mindedly, and buried his head again...

"What are you thinking about, scooping up after eating?"

Over there, Shi Feng suppressed his impetuous mood, turned around and felt helpless.

The younger brother actually held the spoon in a daze, stirred it in the bowl twice, and delivered it in his mouth in a daze.

There was only soup dangling in the bowl, not even chopped green onions left, and the food was too clean... (The chopped green onions were obviously stained on the face)

Chen He paused in embarrassment, and then remembered to look around, and saw that the teahouse was still bustling with people resting their feet after walking, some people were already sleepy, yawning to say goodbye to each other, and there were also people who drank too much Drinking strong tea to hangover while talking drunk.

When Shi Feng wiped the soup and scallions off Chen He's face, no one took a second look.

Only then did Chen Ho feel a little relieved.

——Shi Feng used a blindfold, which was ineffective for each other, but in the eyes of others, it was two middle-aged people who did such an ambiguous act, and one of them stupidly poured soup into his mouth afterwards.

Chen He put down the spoon, feeling a little at a loss.

When he was young, he was able to read to Shi Feng, who was soaked in red, "The mountain of Miaogushe is home to gods and men", and he dared to say "The wind is rustling, the trees are rustling, and thinking about you is only worrying about you". Because of ignorance and half-knowledge, I don't think deeply about the gorgeous poems.I just feel that the person described in the sentence is not like the world, I only think that the brother is good-looking, and it is very suitable for those beautiful words, so I blurted out.

Now he knows about love and what longing is, but he can't say it anymore.

I just feel that the ones who said those sentences were not seniors, and the people who wrote those sentences, no matter the gods and men they saw, or the mountain ghost and Luoshen, they were not as good as Shi Feng in his eyes.

Others are not lovesick all their lives, only lovesickness, and hurt lovesickness.

Chen Ho has never understood love in his life, so he is not afraid of lovesickness when he knows it.It's just that I'm afraid that my words will make my brother think that he is still young and ignorant, so he doesn't take his longing seriously and just laughs it off.

"Brother..."

Chen He pondered for a long time, and when he looked up, he found that there was no one in front of him.

He was stunned, and hurriedly looked forward, only to find that Shi Feng had returned the empty bowl to the hawker selling Lantern Festival by the teahouse.

——Light shadows, among the crowd, the person he was looking for was so bright and eye-catching.

When Shi Feng came back, he found that his junior brother was sitting on the bench in a daze, with his eyes downcast, his divine light restrained, and several streams of fresh air that couldn't be seen by ordinary eyes lingered around him, circulating endlessly.

This is a sudden feeling, has the mood improved?

Shi Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, what did he realize in the teahouse in the bustling city?

As a result, there was no way to leave again, so Shi Feng called the waiter in the teahouse, paid for the tea, and gave him a tip, telling the waiter not to rush and disturb him.

Sitting in front of Chen He like this, holding a teacup, sipping it one after another.

The long night is coming to an end, and many lanterns have been extinguished.

The people who had come back to their heart's content dispersed in twos and threes, leaving only traces of the hustle and bustle of last night on the street.

This is the first Shangyuan Lantern Festival that he and his junior have left Heiyuan Valley, and there should be countless more in the future.On the Fangdeng Lake in Southern Xinjiang, Kongming Lanterns in Beihai County are released, and the Tianshan Mountains outside the pass are carved with ice as lanterns. There is always a grand scene to see.

My life has a limit, my love has no limit, and if I can be with you for a lifetime, what is there to regret?

Shi Feng's eyes fell back to Chen He's brows, because his younger brother couldn't feel it, so he could look at it so wantonly.Shi Feng was afraid that Chen Ho would be too young, so he would take love very seriously. If so, they would of course be able to please each other and comfort each other at first, but as time goes by, the relationship will become cold and resentful, and that will be the real doom !

He can bear it now, but at that time, if Chen Ho wants to leave, Shi Feng will not know what he will do when he is driven by delusion and cursed by love.

So he didn't dare to tease Chen He, even with a glance.

"Let's reach the Nascent Soul Stage as soon as possible..." Shi Feng said to himself.

The more advanced a cultivator's cultivation is, the clearer he is about his obsession, which is a lingering haze and a desire entangled in divine thoughts.

Because of this, some monks look down on things outside of their body after they have transformed themselves into souls.

And some monks, even in the Mahayana period, are still ambitious and eager to win.

"Yo, who am I talking about, I realized it when I was in the downtown area—"

An old man walked into the teahouse, lay down on the table next to Shi Feng, looked at Chen He, and unceremoniously reached out to take away the sesame candy on the table and gnawed it.

It is a mysterious and mysterious thing for a monk to comprehend the Dao.

Most of them are learning exercises or retreating. If everyone eats half of the meal, half of the chat, and half of the bath... Isn't the cultivation world considered a bunch of lunatics?

But if you really want to suddenly feel something in your heart and you can't hold it back, then you have to enter the realm of forgetting things and me on the spot.

Breath is the most difficult to distinguish when comprehending the ultimate principle of heaven and earth in this way. Only monks in the Mahayana period can feel strange from a distance, and look for a way to see what happened.

In the capital, how many Mahayana cultivators... need I say?

"This scene is really nostalgic."

Venerable Huanjian squeezed the sesame candy and coughed dryly, "At the beginning, when I was selling art in the market with Li Tian, ​​he also had a sudden epiphany, so I had to stand with him in front of the candy cake stall, and was beaten by the stall owner. I stared so many times! I was constantly despised by passers-by, sarcastic and stingy, and I was reluctant to buy a sugar cake for my children."

"..."

So you have hated your apprentice for hundreds of years, and you will always cheat him for fun in the future?

Shi Feng's eyes twitched.

He wasn't surprised by the past of the two great masters of the devil, but he couldn't help but think that if Chen He... Fortunately, his junior was sitting in a teahouse and accidentally comprehended the way of heaven and earth.

"Why doesn't your lord use cover-ups?" It's better than standing there stupidly and being surrounded by people.

"Don't dare..." Venerable Huanjian replied sullenly, "Blinding the eyes is just to make ordinary people invisible. What if someone rushes over? Of course I can make ghosts hit the wall with spells to keep people away, but the little disciple I don’t know why the Dao came to enlightenment when I saw the sugar cake, what if the sugar cake seller left?”

"..."

This is really, terrible!

Shi Feng never thought that he would have any common feelings with the number one master of the magic way, and now it seems that this point needs to be corrected.

"Speaking of which, what is the purpose of making the younger brother realize suddenly?" Venerable Huanjian asked with bright eyes.

"..."

It's better not to have a common language. Huanjian, no matter how much he feels, is just to watch the fun.

"Don't bother your lord." Shi Feng said lightly.

Venerable Huanjian didn't take it seriously, and laughed softly: "I'm afraid that fellow Daoist Shi Feng won't think so after a while."

Shi Feng frowned: "What does your lord mean by that?"

Venerable Huanjian sneered, slowly took out a box from his sleeve, opened it, and threw the object on the ground.

It was a cyan sea crab the size of a baby's fist.

It got under the table, squeezed its pliers, and then crawled towards Chen He excitedly.

Venerable Huanjian cast a veil on it to avoid being seen by ordinary people in the teahouse. I saw the sea crab hovering at Chen He's feet. Because Shi Feng protected the aura barrier of his junior brother and couldn't get in, he turned around and crawled out, rampaging , Back and forth a few times, Shi Feng gradually saw the problem, the crab crawled on the way Chen He walked into the teahouse.

"Amber crab, a thing from the South China Sea, likes all kinds of strange fragrances, and there are many precious deep-sea ambergris collected in their lairs, so it gets its name." Venerable Huanjian said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, I am afraid that my junior brother will be killed. People have given off the tracking incense that only strange beasts can smell."

With a stern look on Shi Feng's face, he raised his hand and grabbed the blue crab in his palm.

I tried it myself, and sure enough, I saw the crab stumbling over and crawling over, hugging Chen Ho's shoes and not letting go.

This Lantern Festival night, the streets are crowded with people, shoulders rubbing against each other, who the hell is—wait a minute, shoe soles?The younger brother has a scent, but I don't have it at all?

"The ring!" Shi Feng said with a sullen face.

This is the only place Chen He has been to, but he has not stepped on it!

"Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, you and I see the same thing!" Venerable Huanjian said with a smile, "I just don't know if there is one arena, or all arenas! I didn't notice it when I stood far away when watching the excitement, but now This seat is going to investigate and make the safety of the younger brother—"

Before Venerable Huanjian finished his sentence, the crab suddenly let go of its pincers, and scrambled towards a monk who had just entered the teahouse.

The man's face was ordinary, but his figure was familiar to Shi Feng and Venerable Huanjian.

——That's right, after watching him fight Chen Ho for half an hour, it's strange if you don't know him about his height and arm length!

Venerable Huanjian laughed strangely: "Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, good luck! The fragrance is stronger than that of Junior Brother Ling..."

"Of course it's the one who has stood longer in the ring." Shi Feng said coldly.

The author has something to say: Zhan Yuanqiu, your life was changed just like this by a crab [Big Fog] Collapsing Small Theater

[It's just such a little bit, like a superficial touch.

Each ripple is very small, but it swayed in circles in the heart lake, breeding the unspeakable delusion of love. 】Author: Cough, today’s science popularization is superficial. Everyone knows what superficial superficiality is doing, so superficial superficiality=shengziwen. Everyone: It is unforgivable to destroy the atmosphere (throwing bricks and eggs together)

Author: So that you will never be able to face up to the sentence "XX kissed XX like a superficial touch"...

[Don't believe it, this article is definitely not a child's article]