The villain, the big brother and the master are HE [Wearing the Book]

The window was open, and the stars fell like falling stars. A shooting star dragged its long tail and flew across, disturbing the quiet night sky. Outside the window, the shadows of the trees were whirling, and the cool breeze was blowing. The figures of the two fell on the window paper under the reflection of the candlelight and the night pearl. superior.

Song Yan raised his eyes, and his clear and lingering eyes met Shen Suzhi's deep eyes, which instantly reminded him of the bright moon in the forest and the breeze in the mountain stream, both gentle and firm, as if the dust and dirt of the world were far away from him.

"In my life as a teacher, I have never done anything that I regret."

Shen Suzhi was taken aback when he heard this, and then his chest felt tight. It took a lot of effort to prevent a sneer from appearing on his lips. He bent his charming peach eyes and asked softly: "Then Master ...why me?"

[It has been detected that the male protagonist has a big mood swing, and the current hatred value for you is 99550 points, please continue to work hard on the host. 】

The lights are like beans, and the luminous pearls also exude a white halo. Song Yan likes oil lamps the most, but these lamps are not bright enough, so he will always put a few more luminous pearls beside each lamp. The crackling sound of the lamp oil burning and the slight and even breathing sound of the two, but Shen Suzhi asked in such an environment: Why me?

Hearing that the hatred value had risen again, Song Yan thought blankly, is it too late for him to regret it now?

At this moment, the thing he regrets most is having Shen Suzhi, an unlucky apprentice whose hatred value fluctuates.

But what has to be said still has to be said--

"As a teacher, I have always had a high vision. I have accepted you as a disciple for so many years. Naturally, it is because you are talented and good enough." Song Yan pretended to be puzzled, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"It's nothing." There was a faint smile on Shen Suzhi's face, "I suddenly thought of it, so I asked."

The two were silent again.

Just when Song Yan wanted to push him away because Shen Suzhi had nothing to ask, Shen Suzhi looked up at him again, with a hint of nostalgia on his face.

"Suddenly remembered that Suzhi may not have seen Master practice swords for a long time."

Song Yan wanted to refuse when he opened his mouth, and he had to practice swords for him in the middle of the night. There was nothing wrong with his mind, but the next moment, the words of refusal swallowed back in his stomach, and he blurted out: "Isn't it just practicing swords? Why is it difficult?"

For no other reason, it was because the system was crazily reminding him in his mind.

[Attention, attention, the host is requested to think carefully, this is an important opportunity to increase the male protagonist's favorability value for you, reminder, the current favorability value is 10 points. 】

So Song Yan's refusal words were repeated in his mouth a thousand times, and finally turned into the four words "what's so difficult about this".

But just practicing a sword can increase the favorability value, which is simply not cost-effective.

Song Yan summoned the Fuchen Sword. The silver-white sword body showed a bit of sharpness under the moonlight. He casually took a beautiful sword flower and flew out from the window, landing firmly in the bamboo forest of the back mountain. middle.

Shen Suzhi's mind moved, and he raised his sword and chased after him.

Bamboo leaves rustled down, and against the backdrop of the moonlight, the bamboo shadow swayed from side to side. Song Yan wore a white shirt and shuttled among the bamboo shadows, her cold eyes and eyebrows were hidden behind the sword, and the end of the white headband that tied her long hair floated to her lips By the side, the figure fluttered, and the wide sleeves fluttered.

The sword light was sharp, the sword energy was cold, the white sword light flashed, and a small piece of bamboo not far away suddenly collapsed.

Under the moonlight, the white shadow of the sword dance became clearer and clearer. Shen Suzhi looked at it from a distance, seemingly fascinated.

The Fuchen Sword is worthy of being a rare high-grade spiritual weapon in the world, and its coordination with Song Yan is as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.

I saw that snow-white figure lightly jumped to the broken bamboo body with a toe, and swung the sword, the grass and trees swayed as the sword energy passed.

The next moment, the sharp tip of the Fuchen Sword pointed straight at Shen Suzhi's throat, and barely stopped when it was half an inch away from his neck.

Shen Suzhi stood still, clapped his hands and praised: "Master's swordsmanship has improved a lot."

Seeing Song Yan put away the Fuchen sword, Shen Su stepped forward, stretched out his hand to brush his temples, for a moment, the wind stopped suddenly, and Song Yan's face appeared a thin pink due to practicing the sword, and the two were too close to each other. Even the sound of breathing is clear to the ears.

Shen Suzhi paused with his fingertips, and took an emerald green bamboo leaf from Song Yan's hair.

"It was probably dropped when I was practicing sword just now."

Song Yan looked a little unnatural, and felt that the current atmosphere was a little strange, so he found an excuse to prevaricate.

Shen Suzhi said "En", and took two steps back, as if what happened just now had never happened, and then returned to his obedient appearance: "Master just used the Fuchen sword technique? This disciple always feels that there is a trace of strangeness mixed with familiarity." .”

"See it?" Song Yan also ignored the unnaturalness of the moment just now, seeing Shen Suzhi mentioning the sword technique, he became interested again, "I just used the Fuchen sword technique as my teacher, but there are some other sword techniques mixed in it. The moves of the law, I think this is stronger."

"Indeed it is stronger." Regarding this, Shen Suzhi had to admit.

Song Yan has always been famous for his swordsmanship. He is a sword cultivator admired by everyone in the vast continent. His self-created Fuchen swordsmanship is a combination of his lifelong learning. It is so exquisite that even masters like the former Mozun have to admire it. But now he has mixed other moves into the Fuchen Sword Technique, which immediately makes this sword technique even better.

"Another set of swordsmanship that I fused for my teacher is called Piercing Cloud Swordsmanship. It is an isolated copy that I got by chance during my travels. I cherish it very much. After merging it, I feel that it is much stronger than before." Hearing that Shen Suzhi also thought so, Song Yan I felt a little proud in my heart.

Although he may not be as good as the former True Monarch Vanity, he also has his own unique understanding of swordsmanship. After the system gave him the set of "Piercing Cloud Swordsmanship", he practiced for a while, and finally mastered the two sets of swordsmanship. Mixed together, there is the current set of powerful new sword techniques.

"Piercing Cloud Sword Art?" Shen Suzhi felt that the name sounded familiar, "This disciple seems to have seen it somewhere."

"Have you seen it?" Song Yan once heard from the system that this set of sword techniques had been lost for a long time, so it stands to reason that Shen Suzhi shouldn't have heard of it.

"I can't remember clearly either, maybe it's an illusion." Shen Suzhi shook his head, then looked down at Song Yan, "Master."

Song Yan raised his eyes.

"Will you teach me?"

"it is good."

Early the next morning, Lan Yuefeng sent his disciples to deliver things.

The person who came was Yuan Mingzi's personal heir, named Lin Yue'an, who had been in the sect for many years. If there were no accidents, Yuan Mingzi would hand over Yue Huazong to him in the future.

Lin Yuean came to the foot of Fuchen Peak with an exquisite wooden box in his hand. Song Yan sensed the fluctuation of the enchantment, waved his hand, and let Lin Yuean in.

At this time, Song Yan and Shen Suzhi had just finished practicing the new sword technique. As a disciple, Shen Suzhi consciously made morning tea for Song Yan.

When Lin Yuean entered the house, Zhenjun Huahua was sipping a cup of tea, his white shirt was like snow, his eyebrows and eyes were like ice, and Shen Suzhi stood beside him to refill tea for him.

For some reason, Lin Yuean always felt that the atmosphere between the master and apprentice was very weird, until the flashy Zhenjun in front of him cast his eyes, he suppressed the weirdness, and respectfully said: "Zhenjun, this thing is specially ordered by the master I want to hand it over to you.”

Song Yan nodded: "Leave it to Suzhi."

Lin Yuean responded, handed the box in his hand to Shen Suzhi, and then left. Shen Suzhi observed carefully for a moment and asked, "Master, what is this?"

"It's not something important, just take it."

"Yes." Shen Suzhi responded, turned around and threw the box into the Qiankun bag, Song Yan didn't say much when he saw it, and let him go.

At the same time, in the wing room of Huairou Peak's direct disciple, Su Ruo was sitting in front of the bronze mirror in a daze.

There are many disciples of Huairou Peak elders, only the peak master and the elders have separate courtyards, and the disciples are further divided into direct disciples and inner disciples, whether it is the direct disciples of the peak master or the elders, they all live in separate rooms, while the inner disciples Only four disciples can live in one room.

After Su Ruo returned to Huairou Peak, Immortal Huaiyu summoned her once. Although she didn't mention her cheating in the competition, but only asked her to practice hard, Su Ruo still felt very embarrassed. Never went out once.

Holding the black jade pendant in her hand, she sat in front of the bronze mirror in a daze, her complexion was pale, and she was about to cry, as if she regretted her past actions.

"Senior, what should I do?" There was a hint of crying and despair in the voice.

The jade pendant in his hand lit up, and the old man sighed.

"Girl, your greatest opportunity is not here, so you don't have to stick to this small world."

Su Ruo bit her lip: "What do you mean?"

"What you need to do now is to cultivate. You don't have to care about other people's gazes. Don't worry, the old man will always help you in the jade pendant. When you practice one day to reach the fusion stage, the old man will take you to another plane."

"Another plane?" Su Ruo hesitated, "What plane?"

"The vast continent is just a small world among many planes. Don't be short-sighted and focus only on this place. There is a wider world waiting for you."

Su Ruo's eyes lit up, and then dimmed again: "But the integration period is so far away for me, when will I be able to get out of here?" .”

Su Ruo's voice was full of anticipation and joy: "Thank you, senior!"

Ever since Qing Yuanzong and his party, Shen Suzhi would show up at the back mountain on time every night, waiting for Song Yan to teach him new sword skills.

According to system statistics, his favorability for Song Yan directly increased to 18 points, which made Song Yan feel that this method was more effective.

On this day, Shen Suzhi suddenly received a call from the head of the sect, Yuan Mingzi, to discuss how to prevent the invasion of the demon world. As an undercover agent, he naturally went happily.

When he arrived at Lanyue Peak, Yuan Mingzi was tending his own flowers and plants, and when he saw Shen Su coming, he nodded to him.

Shen Suzhi cupped his hands: "Master."

"Suzhi is here." Yuan Mingzi smiled and put down what he was doing, and said pleasantly, "How have you been these days?"

"Leader Lao is concerned, Suzhi is doing very well these days."

Yuan Mingzi looked Shen Suzhi up and down for a moment, and said with relief, "We have broken through to the peak of Yuanying so quickly, it seems that the effect of this vermilion fruit is extremely good."

Shen Su was stunned: "How does the head know that I have taken Zhu Guo?"

He was sure that Yuan Mingzi didn't know his identity, otherwise it would be impossible to keep him here, but how could Yuan Mingzi know that he broke through with Zhu Guo?

When he was puzzled, Yuan Mingzi laughed and said: "This child, I sent Yue'an to send Zhu Guo to you Fuchen Peak two days ago, how could I not know?"

Shen Suzhi immediately remembered that Lin Yue'an did bring a wooden box to Song Yan that day, but Song Yan didn't pick it up and gave the box to him directly. He still remembers what Song Yan said.

"It's not something important, just take it."

But this vermilion fruit is obviously extremely rare, the fruit tree grows in the extreme daylight, and it only bears five fruits in 50 years, which has a miraculous effect on practitioners, such a rare fruit, he gave it to him lightly, and said it was not such an important thing ?

His chest was thumping extremely fast, his heart was like a mess, and the more he organized it, the more chaotic it became, and Yuan Mingzi's rambling voice still lingered in his ears.

"Although your master has no experience, he is indeed a good master. He has brought you up for so many years. He is such a person who doesn't like trouble. Seeing that your cultivation base has been stuck in the middle stage of Yuanying for a long time, he still agreed to Qingyuanzong to do it. The judges of the Sword Discussion Conference have obtained the precious medicinal material Zhu Guo to improve your cultivation..."

Shen Suzhi's mind went blank, something was about to come out in his heart, he didn't care about what Yuan Mingzi would say next, said "sorry" and hurriedly left, leaving Yuan Mingzi staring at him.

"This kid," Yuan Mingzi shook his head, "That's all, I don't know if he suddenly thought of something, let him go, it's not a big deal."

On the way from Lanyue Peak to Fuchen Peak, some disciples saw Shen Suzhi walking in a hurry and ignored him when he called out. They were a little strange for a while, and muttered a few words in a low voice, but they didn't take it to heart.

He walked in a hurry, and it didn't take long for him to return to Fuchen Peak.

Although there were not many furnishings in Shen Suzhi's house, he still searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time before pulling out the small dusty Qiankun bag from the corner.

That day, he casually threw the wooden box into a Qiankun bag that he didn't use very much, and he left it aside after he came back, never caring about it again.

But now, Shen Suzhi directly poured out all the contents in the Qiankun bag, and those unimportant gadgets were scattered all over the floor in a mess. He didn't care, and saw the exquisite wooden box at a glance.

He stretched out his hand, trembling slightly.

"Clap" sound.

The wooden box was opened, and a bright red vermilion fruit lay gently in the box.

After a moment of silence, a suppressed and dull ironic laughter came from the hut, which was obviously very low, but it startled the birds that occasionally stopped in the yard.