After falling in love with the enemy at first sight

Su Kongnian put his emotions away in just a moment, turned his head in surprise, and saw Ye Shuliang's slender figure not far away at a glance.

The light coverage of the Lingzhu is limited, and Ye Shuliang is standing in the backlight, unable to see clearly under the darkness.

"Xiaofeng! I didn't expect us to..."

"what happened to your hand?"

Su Kongnian wanted to change the subject with a cheerful tone, but was quickly interrupted by Ye Shuliang forcefully.

It seems that there is no way to muddle through.

The smile on Su Kongnian's face faded slightly, and he said indifferently: "It's not a big deal, it's just being scratched."

As he was talking, Ye Shuliang on the other side was also approaching.

Ye Shuliang was still wearing the plain Tsing Yi when he first met, and approached the lighting range of the Lingzhu step by step, his eyes locked on Su Kongnian's arm.

Su Kongnian was not used to exposing his wounds in front of others, he moved his right hand lightly as if he wanted to put down his sleeve.

It's just that before he could take action, his arm was covered by a cold touch.

Ye Shuliang squatted beside him, gently pressing the area around Su Kongnian's wound with his fingertips.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Does it hurt?"

It didn't sound like ordinary concern, but like understanding the condition.

Su Kongnian shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Ye Shuliang gave an "um" and asked again, "Have you ever been in pain?"

"It hurts." Su Kongnian replied truthfully.

"When and why?"

"When I went to find Qianqing, I was injured by a gray tiger."

"When did it hurt?"

"The injury lasted until about an hour after the injury."

Between questioning and answering, Ye Shuliang let go and sat beside Su Kongnian, silent.

Su Kongnian didn't bother, and stared sideways at Ye Shuliang.

The cold white light poured slightly on Ye Shuliang's body, only reflecting half of his body.

Su Kongnian recognized that the clothes on his body were still the ones from that day, but he couldn't tell who he belonged to.Logically speaking, the leader of the team must also wear the sect uniform or experience uniform of the sect.

Doubtful in his heart, Su Kongnian didn't interrupt Ye Shuliang's train of thought rashly, looked up along his collar, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a small red mark on his neck.

Like flowers and leaves, only one finger wide.

Maybe it's a birthmark.

Su Kongnian took a few more glances and then looked away, sitting side by side with Ye Shuliang in the dim light of the Lingzhu.

After a long while, Ye Shuliang suddenly raised his head: "Half Spirit Demon Tiger!"

"Half-spirit demon tiger?" Su Kongnian tilted his head, showing doubts.

Ye Shuliang stopped being indifferent before, and explained with a frown: "The mutated species of the spirit tiger and the demon tiger are mixed, and the claws are poisonous. When the poison is not released, it will only numb the pain, and when the poison occurs, it will be excruciatingly painful."

It sounds like deliberately accumulating pain and releasing it at once after a certain amount.

"It's better than I expected." Su Kongnian smiled, not knowing whether he wanted to appease Ye Shuliang or really didn't care.

Ye Shuliang did not loosen his brows, turned his head to meet Su Kongnian's brown eyes, and said worriedly: "The pain of poisoning will become stronger every time. So far, no one has survived the fourth poisoning."

Hearing this, Su Kongnian's heart sank slightly, but he still asked casually: "How often does the poison usually occur?"

"Four to ten days." Ye Shuliang answered quickly, his eyes locked on Su Kongnian.

Su Kongnian smiled: "It's enough to last until the end of the illusion, then it doesn't matter."

Ye Shuliang frowned even tighter: "This poison will kill you."

"People are mortal, sooner or later." Su Kongnian shrugged, his melodious voice was enveloped by the night wind, and Shi Shi ran away to the surroundings.

He turned his head again, and saw Ye Shuliang staring at him closely, his lips tightly pressed into a straight line, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

Just from this look, Su Kongnian guessed that he probably thought he had the will to die.

Su Kongnian smiled lightly and said reassuringly, "Of course, I don't have suicidal thoughts. I haven't traveled all over the Yanzhou Continent, so I'm not willing to die like this. But if there is such a day, I want to live in After regret and unwillingness, it will eventually turn into peace."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of life, aren't they?"

"What about your relatives and friends?" Ye Shuliang still didn't seem to be able to accept Su Kongnian's thoughts, "And what about your master? Aren't you afraid that they will be sad?"

The night breeze was mixed with coldness, Su Kongnian unconsciously tightened his collar: "Master and Master Uncle have experienced more life and death than I have ever seen, I am afraid they are more open than I am, the only relationship between me and them is It can be regarded as a fetter, but not much concern."

Ye Shuliang remained silent, not knowing what mood he was in.

The cold wind blows up a wisp of plum fragrance and an unknown fragrance, leisurely as if mixed with somewhat similar thoughts.

Su Kongnian wrapped up the wound casually, and Ye Shuliang got up and patted the debris on the hem of his clothes: "It's cold at night, don't sit for a long time."

While speaking, Ye Shuliang stretched out his hand naturally, and placed it in front of Su Kongnian.

Su Kongnian took advantage of the situation and put his right hand on it, using his strength to stand up.Not long after he stood still, he suddenly saw Ye Shuliang staring at him seriously.

"What's wrong?" Su Kongnian's hand was still tightly held by Ye Shuliang, it was cold but not piercing, and blended perfectly with the evening wind.

Ye Shuliang opened his mouth, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally finally spoke softly.

"Can I...can be your concern?"

Su Kongnian was taken aback for a moment, as if he could feel a hot spring bubbling into his heart, warm and nostalgic.

It's obviously only the second time we meet, and we can't say we know each other well yet, but Su Kongnian can't help but think...

Silence spread in the night.

The Lingzhu was held in Su Kongnian's hand, and the faint light was hazy covered by darkness, making it difficult to see their expressions clearly.

After a while, Su Kongnian heard Ye Shuliang let out a breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "I have to hurry tomorrow morning. I'll go back first. You should rest well."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around.

Su Kongnian looked at his blurred and gloomy figure, his heart skipped a beat, but he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Ye Shuliang paused on the spot, then turned his back to him and added: "I will try my best to search for ways to detoxify, you... Take care."

This time the words fell to the ground, Ye Shuliang didn't give Su Kongnian another chance to answer, he used lightness kung fu and jumped away, leaving only a faint fragrance.

The clear smell is intertwined with plum fragrance, Su Kongnian can't tell what it is, but he feels it is reassuring for no reason.

He kept staring at the direction Ye Shuliang left, and suddenly that little birthmark appeared in his mind.

Like flowers and leaves, stirring the heartstrings.

Su Kongnian was suddenly annoyed, why did he hesitate to say the word "good" just now.

The illusion is so great that I don't know when, where and what kind of situation the next time we will meet.

At the end of the line of sight, there are only swaying tree shadows and the spreading night, occasionally dotted with a few broken stars, and it seems that the light is covered by dust, and the unique brilliance cannot be found.

Su Kongnian could barely withdraw his gaze, covering the emotions in his eyes that even he couldn't figure out, Shi Shiran went back to the tree where the three teenagers were resting, sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and meditated.

The leaf sound of "rustle" is occasionally blown off by the wind, and quietly immersed in the dust, turning into boundless silence.

……

The next morning, the sun rose.

The laughter of the birds woke up the teenagers who were sleeping in the open air for the first time, and also woke up Su Kongnian who had not slept all night.

He opened his eyes, the brown pupils were clear and pure, and they were infected with a gleam of brilliance by the abundance of the morning.

The hair that was slightly messed up by the wind at night was loosely draped around the body, adding a touch of laziness, and the careless beauty has a special flavor.

"Mr. Suchen deserves to be the head of the three masters of Yanzhou, and he is indeed both talented and beautiful."

A joking male voice approached from far away.

Su Kongnian leaned back against the tree trunk, looked at the man in the purple goldfish pattern costume with a smile on his lips, nodded and said modestly: "Tao Baijun is too famous."

The man in purple was swinging a folding fan with azure ink and engraved fine gold rims, which could be considered romantic and suave.

He put away the folding fan, bent slightly: "Where, it's really an honor to be recognized by Mr. Suchen."

Su Kongnian stood up leisurely, and said with a smile, "Who doesn't know Tao Baijun's outfit in Yanzhou?"

Looking at the whole Yanzhou, Qin Zixu, the chief disciple of the Qingqian sect who called himself Tao Baijun, was probably the only one who could dress up so gorgeously.

Although Luoqingzong and Xianshu Pavilion are two major immortal sects, they have to give way to Qingqianzong in terms of financial resources.

Most of the disciples of the Qingqian Sect are not good at cultivation, but they have top-notch business ability. There are distributions of their sects all over Yanzhou. At the same time, they also collect all kinds of information, ranking third in Yanzhou.

Qin Zixu straightened up: "Don't tell me, Mr. Suchen, but there are really people who don't know and others who don't know."

After a few conversations, the three teenagers on the tree jumped down one after another, and stayed quietly and obediently by his side under Su Kongnian's instructions.

Su Kongnian continued to ask Qin Zixu's topic, "Who is it?"

Qin Zixu glanced into the depths of the woods, and revealed a faint smile: "The second of the three masters of Yanzhou, Ye Shuliang, the chief disciple of Xianshu Pavilion."

"Chief of Xianshu Pavilion?" Mu Fei who was at the side suddenly jumped to Su Kongnian's side and interjected, "Senior, what do you mean...Xianshu Pavilion also participated in this experience?"

"Smart." Qin Zixu didn't blame him for being impolite, and unfolded the folding fan with a "shua" and shook it unhurriedly.

It's full of style, but it's a pity that it doesn't have the scholarly temperament it should have, but is mixed with a subtle vulgarity.

Su Kongnian stretched out his hand and patted the head that ran to his side, and said with a smile: "Linshu Town was originally named for being close to Xianshu Pavilion, it's not surprising that Xianshu Pavilion participated in the Linshu Illusion, it should be us Don't take the liberty of interrupting."

"Senior Brother Su's words are very true." Qi Si said back, "Mu Fei, don't be reckless, it's a loss of etiquette."

Mu Fei perfunctorily said "Oh" to Qi Si, and reluctantly moved back.

Qin Zixu chuckled when he saw this: "Your children are cute."

Su Kongnian didn't refute, and asked with a smile: "I've seen you here too, I don't know why Tao Baijun came here this time?"

After what he said, Qin Zixu seemed to have just remembered something serious, said "ah", and replied: "I wanted to remind Lord Suchen that the Xianshu Pavilion is also in the illusion, but it seems that Lord Suchen doesn't care much about it." These things?"

Su Kongnian smiled indifferently: "This sect's grievances and grievances originated from my master's generation. As long as I don't hurt me as a disciple of Qingzong in this illusion, why should I care?"