God, he quietly likes this seat

When they were far enough away, Zhong Ling let go of Hua Daoshu's hand and left him aside.

Hua Daoshu was still in shock, and as soon as he landed, he yelled: "—What the hell was that just now?! It's so fierce! I've never seen such a fierce monster!

Zhong Ling had no intention of talking nonsense with him at this time.

Although Yan Huaizhou reassured him, how could he be at ease?

He was worried about Yan Huaizhou's situation, so he couldn't help being a little anxious, so he didn't answer immediately, but Hua Daoshu refused to let go, and kept yelling in his ear: "Hey, why don't you talk! What the hell is that?"

Zhong Ling suppressed his impatience and only replied, "I don't know."

Hua Daoshu was very dissatisfied with his answer, and shouted loudly: "You don't know? Then we leave Yan Qing there alone, it would be too mean?! What if he is eaten by that monster? What should I do?? It almost ate me just now!

He was speaking impassionedly, when suddenly he shuddered——Zhong Ling cast a cold glance at him from top to bottom.

His pupils are pitch-black, usually warm and gentle, but at this moment, a bit of sternness suddenly shot out from the bottom of his eyes, which was so cold that it was shockingly cold, like frost falling in the nine heavens, making Huadao Shu's hair stand on end.

He and Zhong Ling have only met twice so far.Although they didn't get along for a long time, Hua Daoshu could feel that this young man seemed to have a good temper.He always speaks in a gentle manner, and acts in a gentle and polite manner. Even when he is unhappy, he never shows a half-aggressive posture.

It was the first time he had seen Zhong Ling's serious and stern expression, and knowing that he had said something wrong, he immediately shut his mouth tightly and remained silent.

Zhong Ling saw his complexion changed drastically, and only then did he realize his gaffe, and turned his gaze elsewhere, and said in a deep voice, "Even if you are eaten by monsters a hundred times, he will definitely come back unscathed."

Hua Daoshu stood obediently until Zhong Ling's expression returned to normal before he dared to talk to him again.

That beast was attracted by him after all, he really shouldn't curse his younger brother to be eaten by a monster, and now he doesn't know what to say to remedy it, he racked his brains and said dryly: "Well ...Your brother looks so good, he's going to be fine."

Zhong Ling said, "No."

Huadao Shu: "???"

Zhong Ling said, "He's not my brother."

Huadao stuck out his tongue: "No wonder, you two don't look alike at all."

"..."

He glanced at Zhong Ling's expression, and asked cautiously, "Then is he your Taoist companion?"

Zhong Ling was silent for a while, then said expressionlessly, "No."

Hua Daoshu became interested again: "Then you are neither brothers nor Taoists, why are you together every day? And I see that you still seem to care about him very much, what do you guys..."

Zhong Ling interrupted him indifferently: "Don't inquire about other people's private affairs."

Hua Daoshu cursed in his heart, didn't you all question me like this all the time? ? ?

But now he absolutely dare not say this, so he can only wait with Zhong Ling, with a worried expression: "... maybe there will be another accident in the mountain, will he not find it?" us?"

Zhong Ling obviously also had such worries, so he had to try his best to keep calm and wait patiently for Yan Huaizhou to come over.But as time passed, Yan Huaizhou never showed up, and he gradually couldn't restrain the anxiety in his heart.

Hua Daoshu is still here, he can't take him with him, and he can't leave easily, he can only keep thinking about the best of both worlds in his heart.

After pondering for a long time, Zhong Ling finally made up his mind, turned around, and handed the Tinglan Sword in his hand to Hua Daoshu: "Take it, stay here, I'll go back and have a look. This sword has a spirit, if you encounter danger , it will warn, and it is enough to save your life."

Seeing the panic on Huadao Shu's still immature face, he sighed slightly, and even comforted him: "Don't be afraid, and don't wander around. With the sword in your hand, I can find you."

Hua Daoshu turned pale with shock, how could he dare to take it: "Give me the sword? You always carry this sword with you, could it be your true martial arts? How can you give it to me?!"

The Tinglan sword also trembled violently, humming in protest. Zhong Ling saw its reluctance, but just patted the sword lightly: "Be obedient."

Hua Daoshu still wanted to say something, but Zhong Ling no longer hesitated, put the sword into his hand, and went to find Yan Huaizhou!

Hua Daoshu held the sword and stood on the spot in a daze.

……

Fortunately, Zhong Ling walked halfway, Yan Huaizhou had already dealt with the monster and bumped into him head-on.

When Yan Huaizhou saw Zhong Ling, he was dissatisfied and said, "Didn't I tell you to go to the front and wait for me, why did you come back again! —Where are the flowers guarding people?"

Sensing that his complexion was a little pale, Zhong Ling couldn't help but frowned: "How are you, are you injured?"

Yan Huaizhou shook his head nonchalantly: "No. It's just that the thing is really difficult to deal with, and it took me a lot of effort to kill it."

Zhong Ling looked him up and down carefully, and seeing that he was indeed unharmed, he was finally relieved, and said with a slightly unnatural expression: "Hua Daoshu is right ahead, I'll take you to find him."

Yan Huaizhou nodded, and stopped suddenly after taking a few steps, fixed his eyes on Zhong Ling's waist, his face full of surprise: "A Ling, where is your sword?"

Zhong Ling's footsteps paused: "I'm guarding Huadao."

He added: "Tinglan has a feeling with me, you don't have to be afraid of him running away."

"what?!"

Yan Huaizhou was dumbfounded, and stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve: "Zhong Ling! Are you crazy!! That kid's origin is unknown, how could you give him the Tinglan Sword?!"

Zhong Ling took a few steps back, avoiding his hand, and didn't look at his expression, but turned his head and said calmly: "Don't worry, I put a restraint on the sword, he can't see that it's Tinglan .”

Yan Huaizhou's hand hung in the air in embarrassment, and his eyebrows were tightly knit together in anger: "You know that I don't mean it! How can you give the sword to others?! What if you encounter any danger on the road? What's more , Ting Lan is your natal Zhenwu, in case he--"

"It's okay. I can protect myself without Ting Lan."

Zhong Ling stood in front, with his back turned to him, speaking in the usual tone, as if he was just talking about an unimportant matter.

Ting Lanjian was as important as life to Zhong Ling, but he still said calmly: "It's about the overall situation, I have my own measure."

The veins on Yan Huaizhou's forehead twitched, and he was furious: "This is your measure?!"

Zhong Ling didn't say a word.

Yan Huaizhou was thoroughly irritated by his attitude.He looked at Zhong Ling's back that was always straight, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was indifferent and distant. A hot current rushed straight to the top of his head, and a hot blood burst out from his eyes.

"What sense do you have?! You are afraid that he will escape and affect your overall situation, and you are afraid that he is innocent, and you will feel sorry if he dies—after all, you can't trust me at all, can you!"

Zhong Ling didn't look back, and said calmly: "You think too much. It has nothing to do with whether I trust you or not."

Yan Huaizhou was aroused by anger, and he couldn't care less. He grabbed Zhong Ling's shoulder and turned his body viciously, so that he had to look at him, and said harshly: "Zhong Qing Perseverance! Are you out of your mind?!"

Zhong Ling never expected that he would do something to him, subconsciously struggled hard, but failed to break free from his palm, and all the original shame turned into annoyance: "Let go! What are you doing?" Crazy!"

This time Yan Huaizhou did not give an inch, his eyes were cold, staring at him without blinking.

His furious face made Zhong Ling feel very strange.

Zhong Ling was already stunned by his unreasonable appearance and almost wanted to fight back, but when he tightened his lips and stared straight at Yan Huaizhou's face, he suddenly met his eyes.

Yan Huaizhou's eyes were red, and his fingers were pinched so tightly that they almost sank deep into his flesh and blood.His face was clearly stained with the blood of the monster in several places, as if he was in too much hurry to wipe it off—this was a time when he shouldn't be distracted, but at this moment, Zhong Ling suddenly Remembered many past events.

He still remembered that year, when the master took them to Beihai for training, he was able to practice on the Beihai this natal true martial arts that was connected to his spiritual altar.At that time, Yan Huaizhou was holding the fairy sword he had sacrificed, and looked happier than him, and said to him with a smile: "A Ling, let me give it a name, and it will be called Ting Lan—— okay? The name of the sword will be firmly remembered by everyone, just like your name!"

Zhong Ling's heart suddenly softened.

The person in front of him is rebellious and has been at ease for half his life.The worldly principles are nothing in his eyes, and there is nothing in this world that can make him bow his head.But in front of him, he has always been very obedient.No matter when and where, no matter whether he wants or not - as long as he keeps his face down, Yan Huaizhou is always willing to compromise on anything.

From childhood to adulthood, his parents, teachers, and colleagues all thought that Yan Huaizhou was inferior to him. He willingly succumbed to his halo forever, and happily listened to the praises and praises of the Qingzhi God from the world.But at this moment, Zhong Ling realized soberly that he had never fought against Yan Huaizhou in the true sense.

Even seven years ago, when he personally escorted Yan Huaizhou to Buzhou Mountain, it was the same.Yan Huaizhou always treated him with a pure heart of admiration and awe, even if he put his life in his hands.

Has he ever regretted it or resented it?

——never.

Zhong Ling couldn't help thinking that in this world, no one would treat him so well again.Even now, now, if he gets angry again, he is just worried about himself.

The past can no longer be traced, and the road ahead is empty.Waiting for the matter to be settled, parting ways, such a tense situation as at this time, is all extravagant hope.

The words that Huadao Shufang asked him seemed to sound again in his ears: Is he... your Taoist companion?

……

Zhong Ling sighed, finally lowered his eyes under his fierce glaring, and said softly: "Wan Feng, let go. You hurt me."

Yan Huaizhou's hand trembled violently on his shoulder.

Then stiffly, slowly, slowly—let him go.