When the devil respects life as a waste

For the next few days, Xie Lingjun was reading books, practicing swords and entering into meditation.

He Zhizhou taught the Qingya Sword Art to everyone.

Xie Lingjun was reincarnated as a human being, and from Liu Shaoqing's martial arts competition, he had a new understanding of this set of sword tactics. He felt that his understanding of sword techniques was better than that of his previous life.

The twelfth floor of Wenyuan Pavilion is a small training ground built with formations.The monks benefited from the reading, and when they need to practice, this martial arts training ground is the best place to go.

In the mornings of these few days, Xie Lingjun was not reading books on the second floor of Wenyuan Pavilion, but was practicing Qingya Sword Art on the twelfth floor.His life is very relaxed and comfortable. If there is any trouble, it is the solution of thousands of worries.

Ever since Xie Qianchou made a joke and Xie Lingjun agreed with a joke, Jie Qianchou has become a little clingy.

Xie Lingjun was reading, and Jie Qianchou moved a chair between him and Shen Zhengze.After he finished a book and closed it, the other party wrapped his arms around his neck and hung on him.

Xie Lingjun let go of freedom at first, but couldn't bear it anymore, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jie Qianchou thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "I was originally the youngest son of my family, and my parents and elder brothers loved me very much. From Fanchen to Qingyang Pavilion, all these years, you are the only friend. You saved me a few days ago, Enlighten me, I unconsciously regard you as my elder brother."

Then he smiled, looked at Xie Lingjun's eyes, and added: "If you think it's inappropriate, I won't do it."

"...It doesn't matter." Xie Lingjun paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand to touch the top of Jie Qianchou's head, "But I'm more willful, I don't care about other people's feelings, and I don't know how to take care of others. If you don't mind, It's okay to treat me as a brother..."

Jie Qianchou smiled, hung on Xie Lingjun, and walked to the training ground on the twelfth floor.

Xie Lingjun was half a head taller than Jie Qianchou, who hugged his neck and followed behind the stairs, walking on tiptoes.

Shen Zhengze withdrew his sword and looked at Xie Lingjun who pushed open the heavy wooden door.

He thought to himself: It's really annoying, why can't I always avoid this fake, why this fake looks so real.

Xie Qianchou whispered something in Xie Lingjun's ear, Xie Lingjun turned his head halfway, and responded with a smile, saying something in his mouth.

Shen Zhengze heard it clearly. At this moment, he recalled what he had said to Xie Lingjun——

"If you look at me like this, I will think you like me. Ah, what a pity, I have a sweetheart."

Shen Zhengze's face was flushed, and anger and jealousy surged upwards from the bottom of his heart.

On the one hand, he was ashamed that he had said such a thing. Obviously, Xie Lingjun's attitude towards him was indifferent, and it seemed a bit pretentious to say such a thing.

On the other hand, the other party is simply a copy of Xie Lingjun. His appearance, temperament, demeanor, even the posture of holding the sword, the movement of drawing the sword, and his understanding of kendo are all very similar.

He was jealous that Jie Qianchou appeared by the other party's side, even if it was just a fake.

Although Shen Zhengze warned himself that after a hundred years, the real Xie Lingjun would be released, and Xie Lingjun had only one opponent.

Although he tried to ignore the fake, the other party would always appear in front of his eyes.

Jie Qianchou lay on Xie Lingjun's back, sniffed the back of Xie Lingjun's neck, and murmured: "The smell of gardenia."

"Different people, even if they practice the same exercises, the smell on their body will be different from person to person. I can't smell my own smell, can you smell it?" Xie Lingjun explained.

Jie Qianchou smiled and said: "It's similar to gardenias, but it's a little different. It's very faint, and you can't smell it unless you get close. It's not as warm as the gardenias that bloom in summer. Your smell is very cold."

Xie Lingjun thought to himself, Shen Zhengze practiced a special technique later on, and it gave off the orchid smell, which was also very cold.Thinking of this, he looked up at Shen Zhengze.

"Draw the sword." Shen Zhengze held the sword, looking as if he had just finished practicing a set of sword tactics.

Xie Lingjun stopped when he heard this.

Shen Zhengze repeated: "Draw your sword."

"No." Xie Lingjun shook his head and refused.

Xie Ling didn't understand why Shen Zhengze invited the battle here and now, he thought it was unnecessary.In the battle of Shangwutai, after he won the opponent, he didn't have much interest in the current Shen Zhengze.

It should be in the future, it's too early.

Shen Zhengze still smiled gently, but there was a hint of gunpowder in his tone: "I want you to draw your sword."

Jie Qianchou was irritated by Shen Zhengze's attitude, and said displeasedly: "You are too unreasonable, Xie Lingjun has already rejected you, why do you still force others to draw their swords?"

"Xie Lingjun, I want you to draw your sword." Shen Zhengze's tone was gentle, but the words he said were very strong, and then he raised his hand, pointing at the sword to relieve thousands of worries, "As for you, did I speak to you? Did I allow you to intervene?"

Jie Qianchou sneered: "You haven't got my permission to talk to Xie Lingjun yet, so why do I have to get your permission to talk? What are you, and you still say I interrupted, who is talking to Xie Lingjun, and who is it?" interrupting?"

Shen Zhengze calmed down and felt that what Jie Qianchou said was reasonable, so he could only smile and ask Xie Lingjun: "Why don't you want to compete with me?"

"You are too weak now." Xie Lingjun didn't hide his thoughts, and said bluntly, "There is no doubt that your future is limitless, but it is definitely not the present. Now you, under my sword, let alone win, can you win?" After three tricks, there are still two words."

Shen Zhengze nodded, he didn't seem to be sullen at all, and accepted Xie Lingjun's evaluation very flatly.

"But it's a pity," Xie Lingjun said sincerely, "I came a little late, and I didn't see you practice your sword. I'm very interested in your sword."

Shen Zhengze pursed his lips, he knew—know yourself and know your enemy, and you can win a hundred battles.

Speaking of which, Xie Lingjun paid so much attention to him, but he didn't take Xie Lingjun too seriously.After all, his mind is all on the other person.

For several nights, he stayed outside that man's cave.

A hundred years, it's just a flick of a finger, but for him, it is extremely tormented, and he can't wait to see that person.

Xie Lingjun's words continued: "A few days ago, I saw you every day. Recently, you didn't seem to be reading in the dangerous building of Wenyuan Pavilion. Did you come to practice swords on the [-]th floor?"

Shen Zhengze was startled.

is it?

It turned out that he didn't realize it himself, he thought he was sitting with Xie Lingjun all the time during the day.Because they spent too much time together, seeing Jie Qianchou and Xie Ling getting tired of being together, they couldn't help becoming irritable.

Isn't it the result?

He subconsciously avoided Xie Lingjun and Xie Qianchou, subconsciously he didn't want to see the two of them talking, but he still felt that these two were inseparable and everywhere.

Xie Lingjun took Jie Qianchou's hand, pulled him off his body, and said to Shen Zhengze: "If you come to the twelfth floor tomorrow morning, I think I will come too. I want to see your sword."

Shen Zhengze raised his eyebrows, pushed aside the broken hair on his sideburns, and said lazily, "Is Jie Qianchou coming too?"

Xie Lingjun said indifferently: "Whether I come or not is my business. Whether he comes or not is his business."

The implication is that where Jie Qianchou is going is free and no one can interfere.

Shen Zhengze shrugged and apologized helplessly: "Then I really don't want to see him anymore, he always follows you, please don't disturb my peace."

"Where I go is my business."

Xie Lingjun smiled, with an imperceptible majesty in his tone.He didn't expect that the same words would be repeated again.

Xie Lingjun admits that because he is stronger than others, when he treats others, he will always be condescending, intentionally or unintentionally.Whenever he notices this, he will deliberately avoid it.

Moreover, he never forced others with his own ideas.

He was interested in Liu Shaoqing at the beginning, and for Liu Shaoqing he rolled a knife and drank poisonous wine.Even so, until the last few days of his life, he was still extremely restrained, treated each other with courtesy, and never had any presumptuous thoughts.

Therefore, when Xie Lingjun heard Shen Zhengze's words, a ray of disappointment suddenly appeared in his heart.

My opponent shouldn't have said such a thing.

After Xie Lingjun finished speaking, he was afraid that his words would be too tactful, so he said solemnly: "Whether you want to see you alone does not depend on others, but on you. If you don't want to see Jie Qianchou, don't You should keep us away from you, and you should stay away from us."

Shen Zhengze's heart was torn apart by Xie Lingjun's words.

He is very clear that he has no empathy for the fake in front of him, but for some reason, he will be affected by the behavior and words of the other party.

"You're not right."

Shen Zhengze lowered his head slightly, and pointed his slender middle finger between his brows, "I naturally keep you at a respectful distance. But who has appeared in front of me repeatedly, do you think I am happy to see you?"

Xie Lingjun was so angry with Shen Zhengze's logic that he lost his temper, and said helplessly, "Wenyuan Pavilion is open. I didn't intend to appear in front of you, and I will not change my decision because of you. If I want to read, I will go to Wenyuan Pavilion [-] Building; I want to practice swords, so I come to the twelfth floor of Wenyuan Pavilion."

"I see," Shen Zhengze was very calm, "I was wrong, but you are right."

After speaking, he sheathed his sword and left the twelfth floor quickly.

Xie Lingjun quickly looked away.

He did pay attention to Shen Zhengze, but this concern was based on the strong cause and effect between the two, and he didn't need to pay attention to Shen Zhengze all the time, let alone speculate on the unpredictable thoughts of the other party.

Xie Lingjun remembered the reason here, and said to Jie Qianchou: "Didn't you say that I don't have a thorough understanding of Qingya Sword Art?"

"Yes." Jie Qianchou nodded.

Xie Lingjun said: "First you practice the Qingya Sword Art completely."

Jie Qianchou readily drew out his sword, and he drew out his sword in front of Xie Lingjun. He was more attentive than usual, making every movement smoother and more natural than usual.

"Very good," Xie Lingjun praised, "Your sword heart matches this set of sword formulas, firm, courageous, and resolute, but you are a bit short."

Jie Qianchou was both happy and worried: "What's wrong?"

"The determination to kill the opponent."

As soon as the words fell, Xie Lingjun's sword light suddenly illuminated the huge training ground.

The moment Jie Qianchou saw the sword light, she couldn't breathe.

The first thing he saw was not the exquisiteness of the sword, but the first thing he felt was the imminence of death.

Every sword that Xie Lingjun swung was a few feet away from him, and the sword energy he swung was far from reaching him; but he still felt that the ordinary iron sword was resting on his neck, cut on his veins.

One sword after another.

This is the Qingya swordsmanship.

The author has something to say: I originally thought that I could write about the opening of the magic circle "Vientiane Chaozong", and other sects came to Qingyang Pavilion to dig people. I overestimated my own level of talkativeness.

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ooc small theater: If this is an ABO world

Shen Zhengze: Bite me.

Xie Lingjun: ...

Shen Zhengze: Please, bite me.I beg you, tag me, my pheromones smell great.

Xie Lingjun: Are you not A?

Shen Zhengze: ...

Xie Lingjun: A cannot be marked.

Shen Zhengze: Why, you still discriminate against AA lovers?

Xie Lingjun: No.

Finally, Xie Lingjun reluctantly took a bite.

Xie Lingjun (helpless): You see, it really can't be marked.

Shen Zhengze (happiness): I'm fine.