Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

After Zhouqiao Night Market, the relationship between Yu Hansong and Zhuo Yingtian became closer.Practicing martial arts and swords, poetry, calligraphy, and sect missions are often together.

But Xuan Zifeng was sure that Zhuo Yingtian was absolutely dishonest and would definitely do some tricks secretly.

——Playing hard to get, hot and cold, and ambiguous hints needless to say, maybe the little master will mistakenly think that he is wishful thinking.

The reality is not what Xuan Zifeng expected.

"Senior Brother Hansong just seems a bit difficult to get close to, but he is actually easy to get along with in private. Believe it or not, next time you take the initiative to ask for advice, he will definitely be willing to give you advice. If you have any troubles outside of schoolwork, you may as well talk to him Say it."

Yu Hansong, who "coincidentally" walked past the classroom, heard Zhuo Yingtian's words, and his eyes turned red on the spot.

"Brother Han Song, I know you are the best, but the other senior brothers are scared by you. Even if you don't want to punish people, they always think you have to show the ruler. Brother, you have to be gentle and let the senior brothers Know that you are doing it for their own good."

Originally, the younger generation of Hongjianzong disciples only had "awe" towards Han Song, but gradually they also showed more "respect" and "faith".

If there is a problem with the mission, go to Senior Brother Han Song; if you don’t understand your homework, go to Senior Brother Han Song;

Zhuo Yingtian pulled Yu Hansong into the inner circle of Hongjianzong's young disciples, used his status as the chief disciple to show both kindness and power, win over people's hearts, and made a double-edged favor, which won Yu Hansong's gratitude and trust.

Xuan Zifeng suddenly discovered that Yu Hansong at this time did have many similarities with Shu Cai.

They are all good children who are loved by their elders, obedient and sensible, and always take care of those around them.Almost good-heartedness and pure enthusiasm are written in those eyes.

——In this way, you will be deceived, used, and sucked dry by the wicked without knowing it.

Xuan Zifeng hoped from the bottom of his heart that it would be nice if his little master and his sister Cai could be "bad".

Because those who have been wronged, betrayed, and died in this world are often good people like them.

Everything seemed so logical.Sometimes Zhuo Yingtian gets close to him, asking for some brotherly care and concern as a junior; sometimes he deliberately leaves him alone, only caring about playing around with other disciples.

Zhuo Yingtian took all the torment in Yu Hansong's heart into his hands as he used one move with great proficiency.

In the ups and downs of mood and worrying about gains and losses, Yu Hansong realized the secret possessive desire in his heart, but he had to restrain his abnormal emotions and continue to be a good senior brother.

"I haven't seen Senior Brother Hansong for a while, I don't know what Senior Brother is up to?" Zhuo Yingtian took advantage of Yu Hansong's guarding the door outside the reception room, and went to talk to him.

Yu Hansong put his hand on his lips to signal silence, and then took out a pen and paper from Rong Ling.

[Fu Yangfeng is visiting, the suzerain is discussing matters, so I don't want to disturb you. 】

Zhuo Yingtian obviously wanted to stay and talk to Yu Hansong, but instead of taking the pen and paper, he took Yu Hansong's hand and drew on the palm with his fingertips.

A dense itching came from the palm of the hand, and the sinful fingers seemed to think that the palm was not big enough, so they scratched Lian Xin's fingertips from time to time.

【Brother Hansong is working hard, when will you rest, do you need supper at night? 】

Even though writing on his hand can't leave any traces, Zhuo Yingtian insisted on writing according to the weight of the strokes, adding force to the folds, and lightly swipe out when the hook is drawn, making Yu Han's already sensitive palm It's getting hotter.

The other party asked two questions, which could not be answered clearly by nodding or shaking the head.Yu Hansong had no choice but to put away the pen and paper, and took the initiative to take Zhuo Yingtian's hand.

[This is a big matter, I have no time to rest, go to bed earlier, don't wait for me. 】

Zhuo Yingtian gently opened Yu Hansong's tightly clenched palm with his backhand, and wrote.

[I am with my brother. 】

At this moment, Yu Zhongting's call suddenly came from inside the door.

"Han Song."

The sudden sound made Yu Hansong's back tremble, and even his heart beat out of rhythm.

——Here it comes, the classic operation of misleading the rapid heartbeat caused by fright into the heartbeat due to emotion is here again.Xuan Zifeng clenched his teeth while laughing out loud with his nose.

"exist!"

Yu Hansong responded, and was about to enter the reception room, but found that Zhuo Yingtian was still holding his hand and did not let go.Those intoxicating eyes were looking at him with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Yu Hansong forced his voice into a line, and hurriedly whispered: "Quickly let go."

Seeing Yu Hansong's panic-stricken appearance, Zhuo Yingtian smiled even brighter. He withdrew his hand very politely and appropriately, opened his lips slightly, and said silently, "Waiting for you."

Afterwards, the door of the living room was closed, leaving only Yu Hansong, who was in a mess, facing the big shots in the room alone.

At that time, Yu Hansong was pure-hearted and couldn't help being teased, but he was a little dazed when he was teased like this. He didn't know what happened next, so he could only follow the elder's request in a daze.

Although the powerful spiritual power can faithfully record all the details, Yu Hansong, who is in a state of panic, has no ability to process the information, and just stores it in his mind.It's like throwing a book that I haven't read in time into a box.

Xuan Zifeng could feel the chaotic mood of the little master at this time, but he was a bystander of this memory and would not be affected by these emotions.

Therefore, Xuan Zifeng, as the person who opened the box later, can carefully ponder the details that Yu Hansong ignored at the beginning.

Several prominent figures in the house are: Zhuo Buqun, the suzerain of the Hongjian Sect, Yu Zhongting, the confidant of the Suzerain, Lin Zhi, the elder of the Hongjian Sect, Yin Tan, the master of the Fuyang Peak, Jiang Siye, the elder of the Fuyang Peak, and the eldest son of the master. Yinshan Terrace.

"Han Song, go and copy Elder Lin's manuscript."

"Yes."

Yu Hansong also seemed to be quite normal, but his mind was not on this at all, and he didn't know what the text he was copying was.

Xuan Zifeng concentrated, listening to the conversation between Hong Jianzong and Mu Yangfeng, while reading the words written by Yu Hansong.

——"The Essence of Heaven and Earth"?What is this thing?

【... Madam, the essence of all things.Man controls the extreme of the way of heaven and understands the secret of truth, so as to rule the world. 】

[However, people are born different, there are high and low.The noble ones are attached to the heaven and the earth, and have spirit and power; the lowly ones are trapped in the mud, and have no soul and power. 】

——Those who have spiritual power are superior people, and those who have no spiritual power are inferior people, right?

Suddenly, Xuan Zifeng noticed that the small window in the house was suddenly covered with frost abnormally.

There are so many highly cultivated spirit masters in the whole room, but no one has any reaction to this.

Frost bloomed into pine-shaped ice flowers, and then began to play another illusion like the screen of the phantom stone.

The illusion played in the small window is obviously not the scene of Hong Jianzong, but the hanging springs, waterfalls and mountains full of medicinal herbs.

——Shuangye Mountain?

The four corners of a small pavilion are upturned.

Sitting in the pavilion are Ju Huai, the suzerain of Shuangye Mountain, Song Yun and Yan Luo, who are already snow-haired and red-eyed.

Ju Huai put a book titled "On the Essence of Heaven and Earth" in front of Song Yun, and said in a deep voice, "This is something from a disciple of Yangyang Peak."

Seeing this, Xuan Zifeng suddenly realized.

——This is Song Yun's illusion unconsciously associating related memories.

Xuan Zifeng couldn't help laughing at the scene in front of him.

Inside the room is Yu Hansong with black hair and brown eyes, copying the first draft of "On the Essence of Heaven and Earth" with his hands on his hands, and his heart is in the clouds; I can't remember that I was ordered to copy this thing back then.

Song Yun's voice sounded dimly from the small window.

"Fuyang Peak respects pure elemental psychic powers and pursues pure bloodlines. Disciples in the sect only intermarry with pure elemental psychic powers. The marriage between Yin Qilei and Zhuo Ying is also like this. It's just that Fuyang Peak has always had its eyes above the top. Regardless of foreign affairs, it's all about itself Toss yourself. Why this time..."

Xuan Zifeng compared the first draft of "On the Essence of Heaven and Earth" held by Yu Hansong more than ten years ago with the "On the Essence of Heaven and Earth" held by Song Yun, and found many differences.

Hong Jianzong chanted the slogan of "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and faith" at any rate, and flaunted himself as "the benevolent loves others" all day long.Although the "people" they love are also divided into grades, but they can't write such words as "the existence of this bitch is filthy and bloody...it should be cleaned up...".

After all, Hongjianzong is also regarded as the right way in the world, and it is impossible to make a speech that will drive out all civilians without spiritual power.

Obviously, in "The Essence of Heaven and Earth" written more than ten years later, many contents were added or deleted by Yu Yangfeng according to his own thoughts.

For example, Hongjianzong wrote that people are divided into high and low, just like the monarch, the minister, the father, the son, and the spirit master is born with a higher social status than ordinary people.Fu Yangfeng added fuel and vinegar to the fact that spirit masters are an excellent race, while people without spiritual power are a dirty and inferior race.

Heavy snow suddenly enveloped the entire illusion again, and the flow of memories around him accelerated again.

After experiencing the changes in Xiaochuang just now, Xuan Zifeng realized that he could try to control the illusion.The fused spiritual energy is a part of Xuan Zifeng, so it should be able to be dominated by him.

Xuan Zifeng sat cross-legged, trying to establish a closer connection between his translucent consciousness and the illusion.

Xuan Zifeng was swept by the wind and snow, and he wrestled with the snow storm like pulling the reins of a galloping horse.Although it was only for a moment, Xuan Zifeng managed to slow down the pace of Mirage.

Finally, the snow and fog dissipated.

What caught Xuan Zifeng's eyes was a book of secret|play pictures.

"..."

Xuan Zifeng didn't know where to start complaining.

Secret｜The play is nothing more than a play, but it happens to be the prosperity of Longyang.

The prosperity of Longyang is nothing more than that, the problem is that the painting skills are really poor, and the albums are shoddy.

It's fine if the artist is rough, but the terrible thing is that the two old men who are entangled are extremely obscene and not beautiful at all!

—Dirty eyes of our little master!

Before Xuan Zifeng finished complaining, Yu Hansong in the illusion was so frightened that he threw the book out.

Feeling ashamed and disgusted, Yu Hansong's face flushed red.He froze in place at a loss, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He clumsily hid the book in his bosom, and fled to the deserted suburbs as if flying.

He broke out in a cold sweat, the blood vessels on his forehead throbbed with pain, and even his lungs, which were panting violently, were throbbing with pain.

At that time, Yu Hansong knew that his feeling of closeness to Zhuo Yingtian was different from that of a brother, and his grown body also had lust.

The intuition of the wisdom of heaven and earth has even made him guess that this is nothing unusual.Not only ordinary people, but also birds, animals and fish in the world have such behaviors.

But this inferior secret | drama picture awakened Yu Hansong's hazy and ambiguous dreams, and told him clearly: In the eyes of the world, this kind of love is regarded as "taboo", "despicable" and "inferior", which is disgusting bored.

Yu Hansong felt his heart was on fire.

With such shady thoughts, he felt that he was sorry for Zhuo Yingtian who treated him like his own brother, for the loyalty of his family, and for the etiquette poems he learned.

How could he be so...

The trembling hands could no longer hold the secret|play picture, and let it fall to the ground with a "snap".Yu Hansong couldn't support his body, so he had to kneel on the ground, and after a long while, tremblingly, he lit the disgusting filth with a torch.

The ignited flame burned on the book and also burned Yu Hansong.

The chest that once contained emotion and heartbeat, only suffering is left.

Tears, like broken beads, hit the scorched and rolled pages of the book, leaving no trace.

The secret|play picture mixed in Hansong's bookshelf is probably Zhuo Yingtian's careful plan to speed up the deterioration of their relationship, but in one night, Yu Hansong's mind was broken beyond repair.

Xuan Zifeng suddenly remembered that Song Yun seemed to have said something to him at a similar age.

"Sex? Tell me, what is 'sex'?"

"What you love and what I want is like a thirst for a drink, and an empty stomach for a meal. How can it be dirty and what is it called?"

"Sex is just sex, but unfortunately, in the eyes of many people, it is about power and control, about status and survival, but it is not itself alone."

Xuan Zifeng faintly noticed that the beautiful dream in the Shenmu School did not seem to be just his delusions.Maybe Song Yun really wanted to use this to tell him something.

It's just that no one could tell the little master at that time that he was right, and he didn't feel sorry for anyone.

When the illusion flowed rapidly this time, Xuan Zifeng didn't try to stop it, he couldn't bear the little master to stay in such sad memories.

Thunder and lightning struck Xuan Zifeng's consciousness in a trance, and he suddenly remembered that compared to what will happen in the future, the secret|scene in front of him is really nothing.

——In the future, there will be a spring festival...

Xuan Zifeng's heart was twisted into a ball, the pain was so painful that he almost wrung out all the hard work inside.

——The Spring Festival, my little master is so sad...

When the illusion slowed down, it was already the spring after Yu Hansong's 15th birthday.

During this trip, Zhuo Yingtian and Yu Hansong had already completed Hong Jianzong's mission, settled in a small inn, and set off for Hong Jianzong tomorrow.

The atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, as if there was some friction.

"Brother Han Song, don't be angry, okay?" Zhuo Yingtian flashed affectionate eyes, looking very innocent.

However, Yu Hansong turned his back on him with a livid face and ignored him.

"I know I was wrong." Zhuo Yingtian raised his hand and pulled Yu Hansong's sleeve, and said, "There will be no next time, brother calm down."

Yu Hansong took a deep breath, frowned and turned around, "The lion fights the rabbit..."

"Also use all your strength." Zhuo Yingtian snatched up the second half of the sentence, "I was careless and underestimated the enemy this time. I only cared about my own tricks with the sword, but forgot to keep an eye on my back all the time. I'm impetuous, not like a disciple of Hongjianzong It looks like I am ashamed of the sect's teachings."

What he said was so logical that he blocked Yu Hansong's lesson back.

"It's good that the third son knows, don't do it again." Yu Hansong could only sigh.

This thing is a turnaround.

Yu Hansong no longer deliberately turned his back to Zhuo Yingtian, turned around and pulled Zhuo Yingtian's bandaged palm to clean and change his dressing.

The wounded sat on the edge of the bed, calmly accepting the care of his senior brother.

The incision was not serious, and most of it had healed under the powerful repair ability of the spirit master.But Yu Hansong's movements were still very gentle and careful.

"I'm injured, brother Hansong feels distressed?" Zhuo Yingtian gently scratched Hansong's palm with the fingertips of his injured hand.

Yu Hansong's face was blushing, and the movements of his hands also stopped.

Taking this opportunity, Zhuo Yingtian wrapped his uninjured hand around Yu Hansong's waist, and dragged him into his arms.

Since he was facing an injured patient, Yu Hansong couldn't struggle, so he could only say "Don't make trouble", and sat obediently on Zhuo Yingtian's lap.

Hong Jianzong is far away, and here is a private|private space exclusively for the two of them, so it doesn't matter if they are a little bit more presumptuous.

Zhuo Yingtian kissed the sweet lips of the person in his arms, savoring the softness carefully.

——It turns out that Master is also shy.

It was only at this moment that Xuan Zifeng realized that Song Yun didn't appear to be at ease and calm in the beginning.When he was young, he was also young and shy, blushing and letting his sweetheart be frivolous.

As the kiss gradually heated up, Zhuo Yingtian tore open Yu Hansong's skirt and slipped his hand in.

"Third Young Master, you!..."

"Call me by my name, don't ask me the third son." Zhuo Yingtian's hand started to move towards the place where it shouldn't be touched, "If you don't call me, there will be a way for you to call me."

Yu Hansong struggled so hard that his hands and feet were tied, he lost his center of gravity, and was pushed down on the bed in the inn.

"Itch! Third Young Master, don't! Be careful of the wound!" Yu Hansong dodged with a smile, he was afraid of itching, tears burst into tears, and he was afraid of encountering Zhuo Yingtian's knife wound while hiding, so he had no choice but to beg for mercy Say "Master Yingtian".

After the quarrel, the two sat side by side on the edge of the bed without covering their interlocking fingers.

"Brother Hansong, you will be crowned when you go back. Can Elder Yu pick up the characters for you?" Zhuo Yingtian asked.

Although ordinary men in the folk can perform the crowning ceremony between fifteen and twenty, Hong Jianzong strictly abides by the etiquette, and usually only crowns at the age of 20.It is a great honor for the chief disciple of Yu Hansong to be crowned at the age of 15.

This is a good thing to be proud of, but Yu Hansong shook his head a little desolately, "Father... didn't give me a choice of words, he asked me to decide for myself."

Xuan Zifeng secretly cursed Yu Zhongting, an old bastard.

"But..." Yu Hansong lightly rubbed the back of Zhuo Yingtian's hand with his thumb, "I have my own plans."

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yingtian suddenly threw away his hands, sat on the bed with his back turned and mumbled: "When brother Han Song and Guan choose the young master, they can't accompany me, but go with your young master."

——Yo, you still have to hang on to your little master and wait for him to take the initiative to speak?Xuan Zifeng sneered.

Yu Hansong didn't know how to speak.

He had already decided in his heart that he would recognize Zhuo Yingtian as the young master, but Zhuo Yingtian never said anything to Han Song about recognizing the master, and the two of them never seriously discussed this topic.

In fact, Yu Zhongting's original arrangement was to let Yu Hansong follow the second son Zhuo Shaotian.

For this reason, Yu Hansong disobeyed his father's order for the first time in 15 years, and knelt for a full twelve hours before he begged to write Zhuo Yingtian's name in the "young master" space in his crown.

But Zhuo Yingtian didn't seem to want him.

"I don't know if the third son has a promising heir of the Yu family, I..." Yu Hansong had a very difficult time saying this, "I can introduce the third son."

Zhuo Yingtian didn't speak, he turned around and tore off Yu Hansong's underwear, and pressed a piece of nephrite against Yu Hansong's smooth chest.

"This is my private seal. I originally wanted to give Brother Han Song a crown as a gift. But you actually want to go to the elder brother and the second brother..."

As he said that, the cold nephrite stroked his chest, and touched the cherry red that should not have been touched.

"Ah! The third son, I don't have one." Yu Hansong was surprised and delighted, he hurriedly propped up his body and straightened his clothes, "The title of the subordinate...is the third son."

The clothes that had just been pulled were completely torn off and peeled off, and Zhuo Yingtian who rushed forward pressed Yu Hansong on the bed and kissed him deeply, until his whole back was itchy and his body felt numb.

"You still call me 'Third Young Master'?" Zhuo Yingtian kissed Yu Hansong's ear.

While speaking, Yu Hansong was panting slightly, and called out "Young Master", which made his heart ache.

The knot was tied around the neck, and the nephrite ice was tied to Hansong's chest coolly.Zhuo Yingtian finally got his wish, and tied this man firmly by his side.

"Brother Han Song's name, I think I knew it earlier than the others."

"Songyun." Yu Hansong wrote in Zhuo Yingtian's palm, "The rime is foggy, the sky, clouds, mountains and water are white above and below. It's Songyun."

The fragrance is light and the neck is like jade, which attracts people to grow pink.Zhuo Yingtian buried his head deeply, and said: "Brother Hansong is my side now, do you have to listen to the words of the 'Young Master' and do whatever you are asked to do?"

Yu Hansong didn't realize that it was an obscene teasing, so he said puzzledly, "Your subordinates are ordered by the young master."

It's just a small broken inn.

Zhuo Yingtian reaped the first fruit on his way of inheriting the sect.

Afraid of making a sound that would be heard by others, Yu Hansong held the piece of nephrite he just got in his mouth, letting the pain tear his body apart.The figures of the two turned into pieces of snowflakes, and the small inn and the creaking bed boards were blurred in the wind and snow.