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

As the young master of the demon world, Shen Suzhi naturally has his own intelligence network.

Zhenjun Huahua always thought that what he did was very concealed, but under Shen Suzhi's deliberate investigation, he still found out the clues.

In the original text, Shen Suzhi also said these words to Zhenjun Huahua after returning from his experience, but Zhenjun Huahua didn't take it seriously at that time, and it was precisely because of his arrogance and negligence that he was shot by someone in the future Piercing the heart, death will not rest in peace.

But now—

"Such cruelty, Taoist Qianyuan is really in vain for righteousness."

Shen Suzhi looked at Song Yan in surprise.

Song Yan sat on top of it, his eyes were cold, there was still traces of anger between his brows, water stains were all over his pale fingertips, and the teacup in his hand had already turned into powder.

"The Guiyi sect claims to be a famous family, but it harms the people because of its own selfishness. It is not even as good as a demon cultivator. It should be killed!"

"What you said is true." Shen Suzhi suppressed the astonishment in his heart, and cupped his hands at Song Yan again: "This kind of person should indeed be killed, but this disciple still thinks that the Guiyi faction is affiliated with our sect. Master Yuan is really too hateful, the disciple couldn't hold back, and killed him with a sword on impulse, please punish him, Master."

Song Yan restrained his anger, and said in a gentle voice: "You did a good job, Su Zhi, thank you for your hard work."

"This is what a disciple should do, but I have something to ask, and I hope Master can answer the question."

"But it doesn't matter."

Shen Suzhi told Song Yan about meeting Su Ruo at the foot of the mountain, focusing on what Su Ruo said about their predestined relationship, and finally frowned in doubt: "Could it be that Master really wanted to accept Junior Sister Su as an apprentice?" Disciple? Suzhi has always thought that Master has a good vision."

Is it okay to boast about yourself?

Song Yancai didn't take this sudden blame, and immediately clarified: "As a teacher, I have always had a high vision, and I have accepted you as an apprentice seriously for so many years, so Su Ruo really has the heart to worship as a teacher. She The talent is not bad, and the state of mind is not bad, but it is far from Su Zhi, so why would you accept a student whose talent is not as good as yours as a teacher? If you really accept her, you will be asking for trouble."

Song Yan thought about it after finishing speaking, and decided to appease Shen Suzhi again: "It is enough to accept you as a disciple as a teacher, why bother to ask for trouble."

Shen Suzhi was soothed in a strange way. He was obviously a little surprised that Song Yan could say such words. After all, the only communication between their master and apprentice before was to discuss sword techniques.

Shen Suzhi nodded in a daze, and didn't even hear what Song Yan said to him behind him. Holding the sword, Song Yan sent him back to his yard. After a while, he realized belatedly.

He was coaxed by Song Yan's words? ?

What did Song Yan just say?Oh, he said that it would be good to just accept himself as one disciple. I also think that those people outside are as talented as he is, so why do they accept other apprentices?

No, not this one.

Shen Suzhi racked his brains to recall what just happened.

Song Yan seemed to say——

"It's been hard work recently. The matter you reported is very important. As a teacher, go and discuss with your master master and all your uncles first. You should go back and have a good rest. I will check your swordsmanship tomorrow. Is there any progress?"

He seemed to be dismissed by Song Yan with a few words?

Shen Suzhi looked at his sword, as if he was talking to himself: "Why do I feel that Song Yan seems to be a different person after going out to practice?"

In the past, Song Yan never cared about him, and never said anything to check whether he had made progress, but would just perfunctory him a few words before busying himself with his own affairs.

Shen Suzhi frowned.

Then the things he found out... are they true?

Song Yan's expression did not seem to be fake, and he seemed to be very contemptuous of Taoist Qianyuan's behavior.

Forget it, I'd better ask someone to investigate more before making a plan.

Song Yan sent Shen Suzhi away, took a long breath, and asked in his mind: "System, what is the value of Shen Suzhi's hatred for me now?"

[Current hatred value: 99998 points. 】

... A little reduction is also a reduction. Song Yan tried to convince himself that it was a good start, right?

With a flick of his sleeves, he regained his dignified and aloof image and flew to Lanyue Peak where the head of the sect was located, to discuss the follow-up treatment of Guiyi faction.

That night.

The moonlight was hazy, and the mist in the mountains was looming, and suddenly there was a rustling sound, and a white shadow could be vaguely seen in the bamboo forest of Fuchen Peak, and the cold sword light was reflected in the flying figure.

Since Song Yan came to this world, he would meditate every night or go to the bamboo forest to practice swordsmanship, trying to master the majestic spiritual power in his body as soon as possible. There were only him and Shen Suzhi in Fuchen Peak. Not being there made Song Yan practice his sword a little presumptuously.

After all, there is no one here, and no one will see the flaws.

The name of Song Yan's sword is Fuchen Sword. It is a rare spiritual weapon in the world. It has been with the original owner for many years.

With the help of such a good sword, even if Song Yan's foundation is zero, his swordsmanship can advance by leaps and bounds, throwing away those sword repairs who practiced swords from scratch by a large margin.

The orthodox monks in the vast continent all cultivate spiritual power, but they all choose their own weapons. Song Yan and Shen Suzhi are called sword cultivators. The disciples of Cangjianfeng and Lanyuefeng are also sword cultivators. They are women, and they all practice musical instruments, so they are called Lexiu, and Fuyao Peak is the elixir supply place of Yue Huazong, and all the disciples are elixir, who can practice medicine and poison.

Song Yan and Shen Suzhi are naturally the best among sword cultivators.

Song Yan was practicing a set of swordsmanship created by Zhenjun Fuhua. Bamboo leaves fell down wherever the sword energy passed, and the air seemed to be stagnant when the sword slashed through the dust.

Just as he was about to stop, a system prompt suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Reminder: It is detected that the male protagonist is nearby, please be careful to avoid revealing the horse's feet. 】

So the sword that Song Yan was about to take back turned abruptly and split the boulder on the side.

In an instant, gravel flew and dust overflowed.

Seeing a piece of rubble coming towards Song Yan, Song Yan was planning to use his spiritual power to make a protective shield to cover himself, when suddenly an extra hand appeared on his wrist.

That hand had distinct joints, was white and slender, and there was a thin layer of calluses between the thumb and index finger, which should be caused by years of sword practice, which made him a little itchy.

Song Yan watched helplessly as the hand clenched his left wrist tightly, and the other hand held the sword and knocked the gravel into the air, and hit the bamboo not far away with a bang, smashing the bamboo out of a small hole.

In an instant, many pictures suddenly appeared in Song Yan's mind.

The man was dressed in red, leaning lazily on the soft couch, embracing a beautiful woman with one arm, and holding a jug of wine in the other hand. He was drinking with his head up. The transparent liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth along his chin to his neck. , the Adam's apple rolled, the tails of the eyes were red, eyes closed and raised eyebrows were all amorous, a little red mole on the center of the eyebrows seemed to be able to hook people's souls away.

The beauties around him were all overshadowed by his comparison, unable to compete with him.

This person is Shen Suzhi.

Shen Suzhi is totally different from now.

The thoughts came back, and the scene in his mind just now disappeared. Song Yan turned his head to look, and at the level of his eyes, he could only see Shen Suzhi's tightly pursed lips and his clean chin.

The focus suddenly shifted, and I seemed to be... shorter than him?

Song Yan, who was still immersed in his own thoughts, didn't notice Shen Suzhi's strange eyes, and he was still brooding over the momentary comparison.

How could I be shorter than a kid?

He doesn't believe it, he wants to compete again!

Before he wanted to get closer for a comparison, the voice of the system warning came from his mind.

【warn!warn!A change in the male protagonist's mood has been detected, please pay attention to the host! 】

Song Yan came back to his senses, only to realize that the distance between him and Shen Suzhi was only about two fists wide, and he could see his writhing Adam's apple with lowered eyes.

Song Yan suddenly remembered the scene he saw just now, and his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling.

A clear fragrance lingered in his nose, and his left wrist was tightly held.

Song Yan raised his head, and when his forehead brushed against the tip of Shen Suzhi's nose, he felt itchy.

He met Shen Suzhi's strange eyes, his lips moved, and it took him a while to utter two words.

"presumptuous!"

Shen Suzhi let go of his wrist, took two steps back, picked up the scabbard on the ground and inserted the sword back before bowing his head and admitting his mistake: "It's my disciple who overstepped, please punish me, Master."

Song Yan always kept his personality in mind, he looked at Shen Suzhi coolly for a moment, his eyes were cold: "Of course you should be punished."

"As a disciple, it is really audacious to interrupt Master while he is practicing sword practice, and even go forward on his own initiative without asking a question!"

Shen Suzhi didn't make any excuses, just bowed his head in silence, without saying a word.

Song Yan continued: "What? You are not convinced? Do you really think I can't avoid this little gravel? I still need you to save me?"

Shen Suzhi suddenly knelt down straight.

"Disciple knows his mistake, please punish Master."

Song Yan lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "You just kneel here, and you won't go back until tomorrow morning." "Yes."

Hearing Shen Suzhi's response, Song Yan flipped his left hand, and the silver-white scabbard appeared in his hand. He put the Fuchen Sword away and walked straight to his bamboo house.

Behind him, Shen Suzhi lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, his left hand holding the sword gradually tightened, turning blue and white, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Yan actually knew that Shen Suzhi just wanted to save herself.

But no matter what was in Shen Suzhi's mind just now, what was his instinctive reaction, he really doubted himself at that moment, and he had to punish him and put a distance between the two of them.

Otherwise, if he sees that Zhenjun Vanity's shell has changed into a soul, he can't beat him.

"System, what is Shen Suzhi's hatred towards me now?"

[After testing, the hero now has 99900 points of hatred for you, 999 points of dislike for you, and 5 points of favorability for you. 】

Song Yan:?

"Disgust value? And this thing? What's the limit? Favorability value?"

[Reminder: Both the disgust value and the favorability value are up to 999 points, please work hard to reduce the male protagonist's hatred and disgust value, and increase the favorability value. 】

Song Yan: ...

You city people play real flowers.