Demon Lord, he wants to be expelled from his teacher every day

Knowing that he has changed his body now, Shan Mingxiu should not have found out so quickly.

But seeing him pointing the sword at his own, Yin Lizhou still felt a chill rising in his heart.

Something seemed to surge out of his heart, but he suppressed it back.

He really wanted to go forward and ask Shan Mingxiu, "Should I kill him again?"

But he could only hold back, forced a look of panic, his throat rolled a few times, and forced out a sentence, "Master, you..."

Shan Mingxiu looked at him steadfastly, with waves in his eyes, the hand holding the sword trembled imperceptibly, and in the next second, he suddenly stabbed straight at him with the sword.

Yin Lizhou didn't know where his flaws were exposed, he was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran towards the cliff edge on the left.

Even if he jumps off a cliff today, he doesn't want to experience Shan Mingxiu's sword piercing his heart again.

However, as soon as he took a step, Shan Mingxiu had already come to him and clasped his wrist tightly.

The bells hanging from his wrists jingled with his movements.

Like a death-defying talisman.

Yin Lizhou felt chills in his heart, he didn't want to look at him any more, and closed his eyes.

The sharp sword wind whistled past the ear, followed by the sound of heavy flesh/body falling to the ground.

There was no pain as expected.

Yin Lizhou opened his eyes, looked up, and saw Shan Mingxiu standing beside him.Holding a piece of white cloth with his slender fingers, he wiped the blood off the sword bit by bit.

And the snow wolf demon was lying on the ground just now, a blood hole was cut in its throat, and dark red blood flowed out, staining the ground bright red.

This scene seemed familiar, Yin Lizhou retreated subconsciously, before he could move, someone grabbed his wrist again.

Yin Lizhou resisted the urge to break free, pretending to be aggrieved and scared, pinching his thigh with his fingers, forcing a few tears.

"Master, why did you come? You scared me to death." Yin Lizhou preemptively tugged on his sleeve.

From opening his mouth to red eyes in just a few breaths, Yin Lizhou completed it in one go, and he secretly admired himself in his heart.However, Shan Mingxiu didn't say a word, his dark eyes looked at him without blinking, seemingly calm, but there was something surging in it.

The expression on Yin Lizhou's face froze for a moment.

Didn't the kid say that Shan Mingxiu doted on him?At this time, shouldn't I hurry to comfort him, what is this reaction?

The two stared at each other like a stalemate. This was originally his apprentice's skin. Yin Lizhou didn't believe that he would find out so soon.

She simply looked back at him frankly and let him look at her.

Although a hundred years have passed, Shan Mingxiu's appearance has not changed much except for his white hair.

It's just that the lips are pale, with obvious sickness.The body also looks a lot thinner, the silk white head uniform on his body looks empty, and the whole person is like snow on the Tianshan Mountains, as if it will melt away without a trace in a second.

A trace of curiosity welled up in Yin Lizhou's heart, what could exhaust a person like Shan Mingxiu.

While wandering, Shan Mingxiu finally looked away.

Yin Lizhou thought he would ask why he was here?He was frantically looking for an excuse in his mind, but saw Shan Mingxiu's gaze turned to his wrist.

The callused thumb lightly brushed against his wrist bone, causing a slight itchiness, and a cold voice sounded above his head, "When did you get hurt?"

Yin Lizhou followed his gaze and found that it was the trace left by him when he was pulling the bell during the day.

Yin Lizhou felt a little uneasy. Although Shan Mingxiu was indifferent, his mind was delicate. He was afraid that he would find out if he was not careful, so he said vaguely: "Not careful."

Shan Mingxiu seemed to believe his words, he didn't ask any more questions, and looked at him calmly, but his hands became more and more forceful.

"Follow me back."

Hearing the words, Yin Lizhou felt a little weird in his heart, Shan Mingxiu didn't ask him why he was here?What did you notice?Or did the original owner run like this before?

In either case, now is not the best time to escape, so Yin Lizhou had no choice but to accept his fate first.She nodded with an obedient look, and planned to find another chance to run out next time.

On the way back, Shan Mingxiu finally let go of his wrist.

Yin Lizhou couldn't get what he wanted, so he immediately took a step away from him and followed him slowly.

However, no matter how fast or slow he walked, Shan Mingxiu always kept a step away from him.

For some reason, Yin Lizhou's mind suddenly recalled the fine sweat on Shan Mingxiu's forehead and slightly messy hair on his temples when the two looked at each other just now.

A hundred years ago, Mr. Qing Wan, who was as dignified as jade and the most respectful of etiquette, would not even let blood splash on the hem of his shirt when killing people.

A hundred years later, Qing Wan Xianzun would lose his sense of proportion for a fool.

It's sad and deplorable.

Thinking about it, Yin Lizhou raised his foot expressionlessly, stepping heavily on the shadow of the person in front of him with every step.

In this way, the two returned to Qingliyuan where Shan Mingxiu lived.

Seeing Shan Mingxiu raised his hand to push the door, Yin Lizhou remembered that there was still a big word "poor ghost" written on the wall by him.

It was too late to stop, Yin Lizhou had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow in.

Those two large characters were so conspicuous that Shan Mingxiu paused, and then his eyes fell on Yin Lizhou.

Yin Lizhou smiled without guilt, and said nonsense, "Practice calligraphy."

Shan Mingxiu looked at him, was stunned for a moment, then responded lightly with his lowered eyes: "En."

Yin Lizhou walked around in the middle of the night, and at this time he was already too tired to guess what he was thinking, so he lay down on the bed carelessly without taking off his shoes, and said to Shan Mingxiu: "Master, I'm sleepy."

The expulsion order was given without any politeness, as if he didn't realize that this was Shan Mingxiu's room.

The lamp burned, softly illuminating half the room.

But Shan Mingxiu stood at the junction of light and darkness, and there seemed to be something intertwined in his eyes, which was hard to distinguish.

Yin Lizhou didn't bother to guess, so he just closed his eyes.

Then Shan Mingxiu replied in a low voice, "Okay."

Then he went to the table and blew out the oil lamp for him.

In the darkness, Yin Lizhou slightly opened his eyes.

Shan Mingxiu turned around slowly, with his fingertips lightly touching the edge of the table.

"have a good rest……"

He seemed to say something later, but Yin Lizhou didn't hear clearly.

Of course, he didn't care, turned around and closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next day, the sky was already bright.

Yin Lizhou stretched and sat up, the quilt on his body fell down,

Yin Lizhou froze for a moment, he didn't cover himself with a quilt when he slept last night.

Then his neck sank slightly, and something slipped in front of him.

Yin Lizhou looked down, and at some point there was a piece of deep red jade on his neck, as bright as a burning flame, with a warm feeling when he touched it.

This should be the fire jade that the kid said yesterday.

Yin Lizhou snorted lightly, tore off the jade at will, and threw it on the bed.

Then he turned around and got out of bed, only to find that the shoes on his feet had been taken off at some point, and they were neatly placed in front of the bed.With this meticulous appearance, one can tell whose handwriting it is at a glance.

Yin Lizhou sat by the bed, stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, his eyes fell on the left wrist tied with the red string, he raised his hand, and smelled the faint fragrance of medicine.

Yin Lizhou's hand froze for a moment, then slowly lowered it to the side of the bed.The shoulders also slumped a little.

He almost forgot that Shan Mingxiu was really good at taking care of others.

From the age of eight to the present, Shan Mingxiu single-handedly brought him up.

It's just that time has passed so long that he can't remember it.

But so what?

Shan Mingxiu's concern and connivance have already changed his partner, and whether he can still remember him is a problem.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Yin Lizhou's mouth became a bit sarcastic.

Laughing at Shan Mingxiu, he was also laughing at himself.

He stretched again, pulled himself together, and stood up sharply.

Just as he was about to go out, he saw the door was pushed open.Then, the boy from yesterday strode in with a bowl of noodles.

"Tsk, the master is really good at predicting things."

Yin Lizhou looked at him inexplicably, but the young man didn't explain. He just put the noodles on the table and warned him, "Don't eat it yet. I'll bring you water and wash up before eating."

"En." Yin Lizhou replied lazily.

He glanced at something out of the corner of his eye, and then walked towards the desk.

Walking to the table, he picked up the newly added writing brush on the table, held it in his hand and played with it.

Thoughts scattered.

He couldn't write well, even if Shan Mingxiu held his hand and taught him stroke by stroke, he didn't correct his handwriting that looked like a dog crawling.

Yin Lizhou had long given up on this, but Shan Mingxiu insisted.He not only teaches every day, but also gives him various rare and precious brushes to practice.

Thanks to Shan Mingxiu, although the handwriting is still not good, he can also distinguish between good and bad when it comes to brushes.

The writing brush in front of him is snow white, carved from a whole piece of white jade, the hair is soft and ironed, one can tell that it is not an ordinary thing.

But when he wrote on the wall yesterday, he didn't see it.

While playing with the brush, Yin Lizhou asked casually, "Where is the master?"

As soon as his words fell, the young man gave him a glance, "Why are you calling me after you? Master."

"En." Yin Lizhou responded perfunctorily.

The young man looked at him even more dissatisfied, but he still reluctantly replied: The master is in the quiet room, be careful, don't play around, that is the white jade chilong pattern lake brush given to the master by Bi'ange, and the whole world is like this One, don't break it. "

"Biange", Yin Li raised his eyebrows.

Seeing the appearance of the young hen protecting its cubs, Yin Lizhou chuckled, and suddenly threw the brush into the air.

Then he succeeded in seeing the boy's eyes widen as if he was being strangled by the neck, and his voice fell silent in an instant.

Seeing his terrified appearance as if it were the end of the world, Yin Lizhou had no doubt that if this writing brush was broken, he would rush over and die with him.

Just as the writing brush was about to fall to the ground, Yin Lizhou reached out to catch it firmly, and put it on the table, "Okay, let's stop playing."

The young man trotted over, carefully put away the pen, scolded him again, and then went out to bring water.

It happened that Yin Lizhou was also hungry, so he came to the dining table and leaned over to look at the food on the table.

It's a bowl of plain noodles.

Slender noodles lie neatly in a bowl, covered with a layer of clear soup, in which lies a soft-boiled poached egg, topped with finely chopped green onions and chili flakes.

Just looking at it makes people move their index fingers.

Yin Lizhou recognized at a glance that this was Shan Mingxiu's cooking.

The curling mist is dense, and even the memories are also stained with a bit of moisture, melting in front of the eyes.