Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

In the realm of Huawai, in the palace of Xiangxian.

Located in the depths of the Holy Palace, in a room in the palace master's bedroom, the white jade floor tiles are exquisitely carved with scrolls of mountains and rivers. Between the mountains and rivers, the clouds are steaming and rosy, and the white jade is transparent, which sets off the depth of the carvings, which seem to change from time to time. , a fairy scene.

A drop of crimson blood suddenly fell on the jade brick, spreading along the cloud pattern, like a delicate red plum blossoming on the white snow.

Before it fully bloomed, blood dripped one after another, blurring the grand scene on the white jade bricks like the sunset glow, and the clouds were blood-red.

A pair of moccasin boots embroidered with gold and silver thread stood beside the pool of blood, and the hem of the black robe could barely stop at the edge of the blood, but standing casually, it seemed to release the boundless darkness, slowly filling the silent white jade palace. .

The man kneeling on the white jade brick finally moved and raised his head slowly.

His hands were hung high above his head by iron cuffs, and his tattered robe was hung on his waist, revealing his scarred and bare upper body. On the tangled and straightened body, criss-cross welts and hematomas burst and formed countless blood scabs.

A new round of whipping tore open the wound again, the blood was like hundreds of poisonous insects climbing on the skin, flowing along the raised texture, and dripping to the ground.

The messy black hair was full of blood, sticking sticky to the back. Under the messy bangs, the man's tough jaw line was faintly exposed, like a hewn rock.

The age of the person standing in front of him is hard to tell. Although his appearance is only young, there is a peace and tranquility between the brows that have been accumulated for thousands of years, a pair of thick curly corners are exposed between the slightly curly black hair, and three pairs of black wings are slowly spreading behind him. Cast shadows on the eyes of the bound man.

The Holy Master Xiangxian has cultivated into the body of a demon, and as evidenced by the six wings behind him, he is proud of the demons and occupies a faint position outside the unification.This person is vicious and meticulous. He entered the Holy Palace alone thousands of years ago, but within ten years, he conquered the entire Holy Palace and forced the former Holy Master to abdicate.Afterwards, the Holy Master disappeared, and it was rumored that he would have been exterminated by Xiang Xian.

At this moment, Holy Master Xiangxian's eyes were full of kindness, and he said softly: "Yanfeng, do you know your mistake?"

Hu Yanfeng opened his mouth slowly. He hadn't had a drop of water for many days, and he was whipped for three hours a day. The long whips used for torture were twisted with poisonous dragon tendons and lava animal tendons. One was born with high poison and the other with high fever. He was tyrannical, and with a whip, he easily broke through his defensive sword domain, and his skin was ripped apart, and he would only pay back when he saw blood.

So he opened his mouth at this time, his voice was hoarse and hard to understand, and he said in a low voice: "Disciple... I know my mistake."

Xiangxian gently brushed Hu Yanfeng's pale cheeks with his pale fingers with long purple nails. The sharp nails easily cut through the skin of mortals. A little blood snaked down from his cheeks and stained on Xiangxian's fingertips. Still softly asked: "Where is the mistake?"

Hu Yanfeng looked up at him, his eyes were slightly clouded, but without any sign of wavering, he said: "The disciple's ineffectiveness in defending the city caused chaos in Changning. Two, disciple..." He was exhausted for a while, but he couldn't continue, he lowered his head and gasped for breath.The chains made of jade steel shook and collided with each other, making a clear sound, echoing in the silence.

Xiangxian withdrew his fingers, stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the blood stained on his fingertips, narrowed his black and purple eyes slightly, and said: "Yanfeng, as a teacher, I always love your character of emphasizing friendship and knowing right and wrong, but This time, you are really confused. You have only been in the field for more than ten years, your qualifications are the lowest, and your cultivation base is the weakest. As a teacher, you have granted you the Amethyst Token, which has attracted many people to stare at you. But you do not know how to restrain yourself and abuse your power. Need Enough is enough to know that you are favored and arrogant."

Hu Yanfeng didn't make any excuses, just closed his eyes tightly, and said in a low voice: "Disciple... I know my mistake."

Xiangxian slightly raised his hand to sweep, and the jade steel chain was automatically untied, Hu Yanfeng lost his support, and his body fell down, but he fell into the arms of the master.

Xiangxian looked down at the criss-cross scars on his lover's back, the blood scabs were high and swollen, but due to the toxin erosion of the poisonous dragon's tendons, the hematoma faintly turned blue and black.

He stretched out his hand and brushed Hu Yanfeng's back, all the hematomas were cut open, pus and blood gushed out, as if his back was dyed red.

Hu Yanfeng let out a muffled snort, his fingers tightly grasped Xiangxian's arm, the veins on his forehead bulged, and cold sweat dripped down on the white jade bricks.

Xiangxian sighed again, and Ren Hu Yanfeng clenched his hands tightly, his fingers almost sinking into his skin.

After the poisonous blood was exhausted, he just took out a purple jade golden pill for promoting muscle and nourishing vitality, and fed it to Hu Yanfeng.

After swallowing the golden pill, Hu Yanfeng managed to gather some strength, then knelt down on one knee in front of Xiangxian again, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Master, for giving me the medicine."

Xiangxian put his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a light smile, "Why are you being polite to me... that's all, after you recover from your injuries, you can go to Dongjizhou."

Hu Yanfeng naturally held his eyes in a solemn manner, and respectfully accepted the order.

Compared with Hu Yanfeng who was so messed up and miserable, Zhan Changsheng was much luckier.

Xiuye ​​Valley covers a vast area, but the population is sparse, and it has always been deserted, but now there are nearly a thousand more people. In order to accommodate these monks, Feng Yao and Zhang Yi were overwhelmed and worried for a while.

Before Shen Yuanzi left, he said "I will do it for myself", which made the more than [-] people who survived the war dare not return home, for fear that if they turned back, they would hurt the same clan.

For the rest, such as repairing the valley protection formation, treating wounds, repairing damaged houses, all kinds of matters, big or small, made Feng Yao very busy.

Therefore, I entrusted Xu Wenli to search for Xia Tongsheng's affairs.

Before I knew it, two months had passed.

On the day of the battle, Zhan Changsheng suddenly fainted, fell to the ground, and never woke up again.

From the beginning to the end, he also held the Dragon Slaying Spear firmly in his hand, as if a mighty force was pouring into his fingers.

Therefore, Zhang Yi had no choice but to move Zhan Changsheng to a room with a gun.

Within two months, although Zhan Changsheng was unconscious, he was gradually recovering.Now the breath is long, the spiritual power is stable, and all the cracks in the golden core have been repaired.It was the power of the divine spring that helped him little by little day after day, and even the restlessness of the spear gradually subsided.

In the past, Zhan Long made a vow with Zhan Changsheng to replace his body with his own body, but they hit it right, making the two of them seem to be of one mind, sharing the healing benefits of the divine spring.

It's just that Zhan Changsheng recovered from his injuries, but why he still didn't wake up, no one in the valley can understand, Feng Yao had to send someone to guard him every day, although he was worried, he was helpless.

Zhan Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, as if waking up from a millennium-long dream.

The dream was long and complicated, full of crises, but now that he woke up, he couldn't remember the details of the dream at all.

I only feel a thousand and one thoughts, and finally turned into a sigh, the water moon mirrors the flowers, and I can't bear to look back.

He sat up slowly, the morning dew was cool, and he realized that his shirt was in a mess, exposing his entire chest.

Zhan Changsheng gathered his coat, got up and left the couch, put on the cloud-white embroidered brocade robe with silver patterns hanging on the bed, loosened his long hair, then idly pushed open the door of the wing, and called out, "Ah Li, come here to take care of the grooming. "

The sun was already rising outside the room. As the closed disciple of the head of the Dragon Slaying Sect, Tulong, he occupied a small courtyard with three entrances by himself.He has always liked to be quiet, so there are only two servants accompanying him.

However, after calling out, no one responded.At this time, the inside and outside of the courtyard were extremely quiet, but it seemed a bit strange.

In the late spring, the vegetation is flourishing, and the mountains are full of thick green, but there is no living person at all.

Zhan Changsheng frowned slightly, and had no choice but to fetch water to freshen up by himself, then went back to the room, took off the saber on the wall and hung it on his waist, stepped out of the small courtyard, and walked along the forest path all the way to the front of the mountain.

The disciples of Zhanlongmen all live in the back mountain, while the front mountain is where the conference hall, martial arts field and other facilities gather.

When he got close, he heard a burst of turbulent noise coming from the sky.Turning another corner, the bustling crowd came into view.

At this time, almost all of the Zhanlongmen gathered outside the martial arts arena, all of them looked excited and stretched their necks to look inside the arena.

At a glance, Zhan Changsheng saw his two servants standing outside the circle, looking around with the others.

He raised his brows, strode forward, grabbed one of the blue-clothed servants by the ear, and said angrily, "Well, Li, you came here to be lazy instead of serving the Lord in the courtyard."

The young man in green covered his ears and wailed, and hurriedly said: "Second Young Master, spare your life, Second Young Master, spare your life, the younger one dare not, it's true... the eldest son ordered the younger one to come and watch the battle, and the younger one saw that the second young master was sleeping soundly. Dare to disobey!"

Just now Zhan Changsheng let go, he was a little dazed for a moment, and asked back: "...Elder Young Master?"

The boy gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth, but still couldn't hide his fascination, and said in admiration: "The eldest son is so powerful, he beat Xiangxian Villa to pieces..."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly burst into cheers, and someone called out: "Elder brother!"

Someone laughed and said: "Xiangxian Mountain Villa is famous outside, I don't want to lose even one of the three. Is this reputation just blown out?"

Zhan Changsheng was stunned, "Why did you fight with the people from Xiangxian Villa?"

Ah Li was also stunned, and said in a low voice: "Second Young Master, he is sleepy and sleepy. Yesterday, Mr. Hu from Xiangxian Villa almost stabbed Second Young Master. Today, Eldest Young Master vented his anger on you."

Zhan Changsheng didn't say a word, he just took a step forward, pushing away the crowded crowd.

Everyone turned their heads to see him, but they only smiled and said: "Junior brother is here." They all made way for him.

Zhan Changsheng came to the side of the martial arts arena without any effort, and looked into the arena.

The young man stood proudly in the arena, like a green pine, a black shirt lining his face like a crown of jade, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, nose like a fear, handsome like a banished fairy.

The long sword in the young man's hand pointed down obliquely, the arrogance between his brows almost overflowed, and he said coldly: "Xiangxian Villa is nothing more than this."

Suddenly there was laughter all around again.

After all, Xiangxian Villa was a guest on someone else's territory. At this time, even though everyone in the villa was angry, they had no choice but to turn their heads to look at the leader.

The leader is Hu Yanfeng.

He finally stood up from the armchair outside the arena, pulled out the long sword from the scabbard in the sword boy's arms, and stepped into the arena step by step.

The young master of this villa walked very steadily and quietly, with the majesty of a dragon and an elephant in his steps, everyone watching the battle seemed to feel the invisible pressure, and they all fell silent without realizing it.Under the scorching sun, there was a dead silence, only the sound of breathing continued into the film.

This young man is young, but his aura is like a dragon and a tiger on a mountain, rushing towards his face, it is frightening, at this moment he said in a deep voice: "Zhan Long, a gentleman does not take advantage of others' danger, I will wait for you to rest for a while."

This sonorous voice shocked many disciples outside the martial arts arena unconsciously backing up a few steps, only felt that the young man in front of him was tall, like a giant, which made people feel timid.

Only those who confronted him ignored this awe-inspiring aura, just like the majestic mountains and majestic rivers, their faces were frosty, and with a light flick of the long sword, the robes fluttered slightly, adding a bit of elegance to him Ruoxian's demeanor.Zhan Long said: "A few miscellaneous soldiers are not even warmed up enough. If you push back and forth again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The sound of Zhanlong didn't stop, the sword had arrived, everyone felt a flash in front of their eyes, and a metallic sound exploded in their ears.

Zheng!

With a crisp sound, Zhanlong stabbed obliquely with his sword, and Hu Yanfeng raised his sword to block it.

Zheng!

There was another crisp sound, Zhanlong swung his sword towards the vitals below his waist again, Hu Yanfeng moved the wrong waist, turned back the sword and blocked it again.

Clank clang clang clang several times and form a line, the two people's figures are rising and falling, and the afterimages are so blurred that it is hard to follow.

When the sound was silent, Zhanlong was calm and relaxed, and the tip of the silver-white sword remained motionless, less than half a finger away from Hu Yanfeng's throat.

Hu Yanfeng held a sword in each of his left and right hands. The sword in his left hand was pressed against the body of Zhanlong's sword, but the sword in his right hand was firmly held by Zhanlong's two fingers.

Hu Yanfeng became famous when he was young. After defeating all the heroes with his two-handed sword in the sword test meeting three years ago, he has few opponents. When he defeated Zhan Changsheng yesterday, he only used his right-hand sword.

Now it took less than ten moves to fight Zhanlong, not only was he forced to use two swords, but now he was still at a disadvantage, his face was pale and he was sweating profusely.

Zhan Long remained expressionless, and only said, "Accept."

Immediately, he loosened his fingers and retracted the sword, and with a soft click, he put the long sword into its sheath, turned and left the martial arts arena.

The area around the martial arts field was quiet for a long time, and then cheers broke out.

Zhan Changsheng stared in a daze for a moment, and suddenly his arms tightened. When he turned his head to look, it was Zhan Long who pulled him away from the martial arts arena, and strode forward.

He couldn't help but stumbled and followed Zhan Long out of the martial arts arena, staggered, and called: "Senior brother..."

Zhan Long let go, and said coldly, "What do you call me?"

Zhan Changsheng hesitated for a moment, hesitantly said: "...Brother?"

Zhan Long's ice-like face just stretched a little, and he replied, "Yes."

The young man in the black shirt happened to stop under a green pine tree. The sun shines through the pine branches, mottled and scattered, reflecting the brilliance around him, as if reflected by a spiritual light.

Zhan Changsheng just stared at him blindly, forgetting everything, dazzled, not knowing what night it is.

But Zhanlong said again: "Hu Yanfeng is a distinguished guest, so we can only order it as soon as possible." His tone was not without regret.

Zhan Changsheng couldn't help laughing and said: "Hu Yanfeng lost to his brother within ten moves, and lost all his face, how can he still think it's not enough?"

Zhan Long snorted coldly, "Since he provoked the disciples of the Zhan Clan, he should be prepared to die."

Zhan Changsheng unconsciously lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed: "It's because I'm not good at learning."

But Zhan Long raised his hand to caress the top of his head, "He's three years older than you, so it's clear that he can't win by force."

In Zhan Long's eyes, his younger brother is naturally kind and doting.

Zhan Changsheng's heart was warm and sweet, for a moment he felt that Zhan Long's words were extremely strange, as if he had never heard them before, but it was very natural, as if it should be so.

He was slightly absent-minded, but Zhan Long ignored him, and the two walked side by side silently, and went back to the courtyard behind the mountain.

Zhan Long followed him into the small courtyard again, before he said: "I have nothing to do today, I will practice sword with you."

Zhan Changsheng immediately showed his face and smiled, and jumped to the ground in the courtyard. He drew his sword and made a gesture of raising his hand, and said in a solemn voice: "Senior brother, please!"

Zhanlong only held the scabbard with his backhand, stabbed the sword lightly, and said coldly: "When there is no one else, call brother, if you can't remember, you will be punished."

Zhan Changsheng only felt that the ordinary sword was like a net covering the sky and the earth. He moved and shifted several times before he barely blocked it. Taking advantage of the situation, he stabbed back with the sword, and asked again: "How should I punish my brother?"

As soon as the words fell, the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared without a trace, Zhan Changsheng was stunned, his right buttock was suddenly slapped, the slapping sound was clear and loud, and the burning pain spread immediately.

Zhan Long put away the scabbard slowly, did not speak, but clearly put on a posture of "If you ask again, I will punish you again", his eyes lingered back and forth on Zhan Changsheng's waist, buttocks and legs.

Unknowingly, Zhan Changsheng was angry and annoyed, his face flushed red, he turned around and raised his sword to stab, then chopped, lifted, cut, wrapped, and sticked in one go, and used all the sword moves he had learned.

Zhanlong seemed to be walking leisurely in the rain-like sword moves, pointing out from time to time: "Strengthen your wrist; don't use old moves; this step can be passed..."

Zhan Changsheng listened attentively, calmed down unconsciously, and concentrated on fighting Zhanlong.

The two of them practiced for an hour before they stopped. After lunch, they practiced sword, read and calligraphy together after a short break.

The lights flickered, and when someone knocked lightly on the door, Zhan Long just put down the scroll and asked, "What's the matter?"

The servant said respectfully: "Master, please come to the front hall tomorrow to have a talk."

Zhan Long said: "Understood."

The servant said his farewell and left quietly.

Zhan Long got up, and gently stroked the top of Zhan Changsheng's head, "It's late at night, so you can rest."

When Zhan Changsheng saw that he was leaving, he felt infinite attachment. He put down the scroll in his hand, grabbed the sleeve of Zhanlong's robe with his backhand, and said in a low voice, "Master...cough, brother, why don't you sleep with me."

Zhanlong frowned slightly, and said: "Changsheng, you are an adult now, how can you always pester brother."

Zhan Changsheng squinted at him, and said: "Brother doesn't like being pestered by me, so just open your mouth."

Zhan Long didn't speak, just looked down at him, and after a while raised his voice: "Ah Li, prepare hot soup."

The servant outside the door seemed to be used to it, he only asked: "Your Excellency, do you want to stay?"

Zhan Long turned around and only whispered: "Yes."

Outside the door, Ah Li and Zhan Long's servants responded together: "Eldest Young Master, Second Young Master, wait a moment!" Then they hurriedly walked, obviously going to prepare.

Zhan Changsheng couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from curling up. After the two of them washed up, they settled down on the same bed. Zhan Long took off his outer clothes and only wore a plain white jacket. His thick black long hair was scattered on the pillow.Turning around to see Zhan Changsheng smiling, he pulled out his hairpin casually, and three thousand black hairs fell like a waterfall, making this young man's handsome face glow with a different kind of softness under the moonlight.

Zhan Long closed his eyelids halfway, making his eyes darken, but suddenly his face turned cold, he turned around and lay down, and said: "Quick sleep."

Zhan Changsheng didn't know why his complexion suddenly changed, he stuck behind Zhan Long desperately, and whispered: "Brother, brother, talk to me."

Zhan Long was as motionless as a mountain, only facing him with his back.

Zhan Changsheng was not discouraged, he stretched out his arms to hug Zhan Long's waist, which was as solid as a rock, "If brother doesn't speak, I will."

Zhanlong still didn't open his mouth, so he began to ramble and talk to himself.

It's just that after practicing swordsmanship for four full hours during the day, Zhan Changsheng only talked to himself a few words, then his eyelids felt sore, and he fell into a deep sleep before he knew it.

After the buzzing in his ears disappeared, Zhan Long just turned around and looked at him through the moonlight shining through the window sill.

Then use fingertips to follow the eyebrows, eyes and cheekbones of Zhan Changsheng, trace carefully, slide all the way across the chin, and land on the edge of the open collar.

While breathing, his chest rose and fell, his collarbone stretched horizontally, and Zhan Long's breath was slightly hot. After hesitating for a long time, he just stretched out his hand and gently pulled Zhan Changsheng's collar together to cover up his seductive lines.

Zhan Changsheng fell into a deep sleep, and called out in a daze, "Senior brother...don't let go..."

Zhan Long only patted the back of his head lightly, and said in a low voice: "Fool, call brother."