Botmaster

Tong Wu made a gesture of "scratching" Yan Jingchen, like a kitten, which made Yan Jingchen's heart very itchy.

He coveted Tongwu not just because of his appearance, he coveted this whole person, from the past to the present...

However, Yan Jingchen also knows clearly that it is precisely because Tong Wu has no memory of him that the two of them can maintain such a natural and close relationship. However, his memory is only temporarily forgotten, not permanently erased, until the truth is revealed. That day... Yan Jingchen didn't dare to think about the situation on that day.

It's better to enjoy the present to the fullest and cherish the short time of peaceful coexistence with him.

Yan Jingchen is always like this, looks calm and calm, sometimes humorous, and sometimes shows some unbelievable "brain damage", but in fact it is just to cover up his own thoughts.

The brothers and sisters who have been with each other for hundreds of years can't see his ways clearly, and he firmly believes that Tong Wu can't see through him either.

However, there are always accidents. Yan Jingchen was only stunned for two or three seconds, and Tong Wu said to him very firmly: "Yan Jingchen, you have something on your mind."

"I don't." Yan Jingchen denied it, and deliberately put on an arrogant and unruly expression: "I, Yan Jingchen, are so rich, with wealth in the world, and I want to be the head of the largest sect in the cultivation world, and my sect stands among the five major sects in the cultivation world For thousands of years, enjoying the immortality and wealth that the emperor dreamed of, what else can I take to heart!"

His acting skills are not covered, and the upstart appearance is so vivid that Tong Wu's teeth are itchy, and he couldn't help but hit him: "You have a sect to support, have you earned enough ration money for next year? Has the sect's enrollment target been reached? ?”

"My disciples don't need to eat, so they can keep living."

"Oh, who brought the cakes down from the mountain last time? Could it be that those cakes fell from the sky?"

"..."

"Who posted the enrollment brochure on Daomen Wuyou again, who dared to imitate the Kunlun School after eating the ambitious leopard..."

Yan Jingchen was speechless, and decided to go back and find that stinky boy Ziqing to settle the score. These things were all done by that incompetent senior brother. Why should he, a wise and handsome senior brother, be the scapegoat!

The "incompetent" junior is secretly cooking instant noodles with the Kunlun Sect's Dan furnace that has been passed down for thousands of years, and he trembles for no reason-every time he is told by the senior brother in charge, he will have this terrible feeling.

Of course, Tong Wu didn't go on talking, he enjoyed the feeling of bickering with Yan Jingchen, but if the other party was silent, he wouldn't make further progress.

After the tea was finished and the words were finished, Yan Jingchen stood up and came to Tong Wu, looking at him condescendingly.

His eyes were very focused, and Tong Wu became nervous for no reason, feeling that he couldn't help blushing again.

With a "gudong", Tongwu heard himself swallowing his saliva.

"You...what do you want to..."

Hearing his stuttering, Yan Jingchen couldn't help laughing, nodded his forehead and said, "It's time for you to practice calligraphy."

"..."

"Why? With such a disappointed expression, you don't think I'm going to do something to you, do you!?" Yan Jingchen narrowed his eyes.

"Nonsense! I don't have that kind of habit, stay away from me." As he spoke, he pushed Yan Jingchen, sat down at the desk and murmured, "Devil Coach, don't let anyone rest for a while."

Yan Jingchen refused to let go, leaned over to Tong Wu and asked him: "What kind of addiction is that?"

"That's...that's..." Tong Wu was in a hurry, and his nature of a pedantic scholar was revealed. He wanted to say it but hesitated for a while, and then he said, "I don't have a habit of breaking sleeves!"

"Pfft!" Yan Jingchen finally let out a very distorted laugh, implying something, "Should I say that you have ghosts in your heart, or do you have ghosts in your heart, or do you have ghosts in your heart?"

"What the hell!"

"Normal men would not want to do those things to another man." Yan Jingchen said.

Hearing what he said, Tong Wu suddenly felt as if his heart had been pinched, and it hurt suddenly. He let out a dejected "Oh" and turned his head to concentrate on grinding the ink. Yan Jingchen, who was standing behind him, stared at him closely. The back view of the child looked downcast, as if he was particularly disappointed.

His performance made Yan Jingchen unable to bear some small expectations—Tong Wu, does your performance mean what I think?

However, Yan Jingchen did not continue to say anything today. There are more important things than the love between children.

Tong Wu picked up the pen after carefully grinding the ink, and was taken aback when he picked up the pen at hand.

He raised his head to look at Yan Jingchen in puzzlement, and under his encouraging eyes, slowly filled the tip of the Langhao pen with ink.

However, things are not always easy to do. The ink has no intention of staying on the tip of the pen, and the wolf hair is still forked.

Tong Wu turned his eyes to Yan Jingchen for help.

Yan Jingchen used a very soft voice and a very peaceful tone to coax Tong Wu: "Now, close your eyes and think about what you were thinking when you fell into meditation. What kind of feeling is that..."

His voice was fading away, and a full moon appeared before Tong Wu's closed eyes.

It seems that on such a full moon night, my body underwent an astonishing change, and then my mind was always wandering between sobriety and confusion, and then the full moon turned into the circle drawn by Tan Xin with the power of true energy , There is no pause from the beginning to the end, and there is no gap in the connection from the beginning to the end. At the moment of perfection, the "Tao" begins to flow endlessly.

The qi in the inner palace felt the intention of the master's guidance, and it was ready to move.

The difference from before is that now there is no need for Tongwu to guide too much deliberately. The three qi that once appeared to be inseparable began to blend together. Then he tossed and tumbled in the inner mansion for several weeks, following the master's thought flow to the whole body.

Suddenly felt a warm feeling in his right hand, Tong Wu couldn't help but opened his eyes, and saw that the nibs of the pens that were originally swaying were gradually gathered together and clustered into one tip.

Tong Wu understood, and put the nib of the pen on the inkstone again, this time he successfully filled the Langhao pen with ink.

The rice paper was pressed to the left and right by a pair of cold jade paperweights that Yan Jingchen had brought recently, and it was smooth and clean. After the first brush strokes of ink touched by Tong Wu, an unknown wind blew up in the room immediately, blowing the hair of the two people into mess. The book that Shang Tongwu was halfway through was blown open, and the pages made a "squeaky" sound.

I'm out of breath.

Tong Wu only wrote half of the word "Kun", and the big "日" on the upper half is a true portrayal of his mood at the moment.

"..." Looking at the forked pen tip again, Tong Wu was speechless.

Although such a situation is a bit serious and funny, Yan Jingchen uncharacteristically did not joke with Tong Wu, but patted him on the back lightly, "Keep writing, finish this word."

So Tong Wu was lucky enough to pick up the pen again, and he was able to write the word "Kun" completely.

Although the word was so ugly that Tong Wu himself couldn't look directly at it, Yan Jingchen didn't express anything about it, until he saw Tong Wu's dissatisfied expression, he comforted him: "Young man, calm down, this word is actually very well written. .”

"...Are you blind?"

"If you had seen what I wrote back then, you wouldn't have said anything." Yan Jingchen did not hesitate to destroy his image.

Tong Wu became a little interested in this, but Yan Jingchen said that the words written by luck for the first time back then had already been destroyed.

Too lazy to bother with this boring person, Tong Wu decided to ignore the existence of this person and practice on his own.

It took Tong Wu two hours to write the eight words that he usually comes at hand. During this period, due to various reasons, his breath was interrupted, and naturally he could not finish the words smoothly. He even sucked up the pen tip several times. Ink, the tip of the pen will loosen in the next moment, and you can only start all over again.

The eight crooked words made Tong Wu have the same idea as Yan Jingchen back then - to destroy this ugly thing that insulted his reputation for the rest of his life!

He cast his eyes on Yan Jingchen again, feeling a little more empathetic.

Yan Jingchen scratched Tong Wu's nose, and Tong Wu realized that the tip of his nose was covered with sweat, and the sweat on his body was soaked through his clothes and pants, and then dried out.

"Okay, let's stop here today, you just got angry, don't go too far while striking the iron."

"Yeah." Tong Wu nodded and began to clear the table.

At this time, Yan Jingchen added another sentence: "It's too late, be careful of kidney deficiency."

Tong Wu: "..." Can the head dog still spit ivory?Why can the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere always be easily destroyed by him!

After tidying up the desk, Tong Wu really hated that he was sweaty and dirty, so he hurried to take a shower again, and then he was going to go to the Internet cafe to have a look. He hadn't left the room for three days, and Tan Xin, the job of the Internet cafe, did it all by himself. For three days, Tong Wu was thankful and apologetic, and at least he showed up to say that he was still alive.

The Internet cafe was temporarily closed because of Tongwu's earth-shattering "first order". At the moment, the hall was empty, and Tan Xin was sitting at the counter playing with his mobile phone.

Seeing Tong Wu coming out, he always relaxed his cold and serious expression, put down his phone and looked at the almost reborn Tong Wu.

"You look very good." Tan Xin admired sincerely, "I knew you could."

"Thank you."

Tan Xin has said this to Tong Wu so many times, and Tong Wu suddenly felt that it would be better to thank him frankly than to politely deny it, and then work harder to meet the heights that his friends expect of him.

He shook hands with Tan Xin and said, "Thank you."

Tan Xin shook his head, pointed to the corner by the counter, and said, "Throw away all the old computers, these are new ones, it's up to you."

Tong Wu looked at the stacked various chassis, motherboards, graphics cards, etc., and suddenly felt that he might have to face these things in the next three days, and felt nauseous for no reason—why Yan Jingchen couldn’t buy a branded machine, in order to configure it for a good effect Jiaer uses the assembly machine in an all-round way, which shows how much confidence he has in the intelligence and physical fitness of a rookie network administrator!

However, he would not refuse, but said with a smile: "The head is unreliable, and I will need your help when the time comes."

"No problem." Tan Xin said.

Yan Jingchen was watching them shaking hands and talking and laughing, the state of being alone made him very jealous, coughed and said: "You think I'm transparent, right?"