After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The young man in front of him lowered his head with a sleepy expression, and the exuberant flame was extinguished by him, just like a child who had been taught by an elder.

"Get up."

Shi Yuan withdrew his gaze, his deep eyes were complex and dark, but his voice returned to its usual coldness.Maybe he shouldn't have been so harsh on him just now.

"……Yes."

Having just been scolded by someone and shocked by Shi Yuan, Yan Lin was inevitably a little absent-minded, just like usual, thinking of standing up on his own, thinking of leaving the place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

His original purpose was just to know if this person had ever been to Miss San's courtyard, but the other party saw his skeptical attitude at a glance, not only made him kneel down, but also slapped him with six precepts, making him speechless speechless.From this point of view, he might as well go directly to Yunwaitian and find the person he saw with his own eyes.

Yan Lin was paying attention in his head, and just stood up with strength, but at this moment, his legs seemed to be uncontrollable, and he suddenly lost strength and fell forward.

The feeling of weightlessness short-circuited his brain for a moment, and he could only reach out instinctively to grab something.

The next moment, he fell into a cold and generous embrace.

The air was instantly quiet, and a needle could be heard falling.

Yan Lin's eyes widened.

At this time, his cheek was pressed against the opponent's chest, one hand was tightly grasping his arm, and the other was grasping the clothes around his waist. The feeling of touch made Yan Lin stunned for a few seconds, and he could even feel the slight rise and fall of his chest.

Shi Yuan's pupils opened slightly, and trembled imperceptibly, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

He had knelt on the Xuanbing for too long just now, and his body was too young, his knees were inevitably eroded by the cold, and he lost strength for a while.

Yan Lin couldn't help scolding himself a thousand times in his heart, why did something like this happen to him in the notebook.

The awkward atmosphere lasted for a few seconds.

Yan Lin swallowed his throat, a subtle feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, his cheeks were slightly hot, and then he came back to his senses, trying to get up with both hands, but things backfired, not to mention that his feet didn't listen at all, and he couldn't move. , and even touched that thin waistline.

His face became hotter, it was completely different from the last time in the barren hills, last time he didn't pay much attention to his anger, but he was just not used to it, but the two of them hugged each other again and again, how should this be, how strange, and in the end As far as the current posture is concerned, as long as he pushes forward, he can push his master to the ground.

Thinking about that scene... Yan Lin was shocked!

He had no choice but to raise his head slowly as if giving up. He couldn't see the other person's expression from his angle, staring at his master's well-lined chin, and said in a low voice: "Legs...the legs are frozen, get up Not coming."

Shi Yuan lowered his head.

The two looked at each other.

A pair of black and white eyes looked straight at him, innocent and clear, with a hint of embarrassment.

A pair of eyes are deep and unwavering, but they are complicated and deep, and there are emotions that he can't understand.

The distance between the two was close, so staring at each other made the whole atmosphere even more awkward.

Yan Lin twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, and pulled out a smile, wanting to ask his master to pull him, or push him away, which is better than being so deadlocked all the time.

But in the next second, Yuan moved, stood up slightly, one hand landed on his back to adjust his direction, and one hand passed through his legs to lift him up, and he threw himself into his arms and pressed him The posture changed to sitting sideways on him, and then he watched Shi Yuan mobilize his spiritual power, and the warm feeling fell on his knees.

Yan Lin kept his mouth tightly shut the whole time, keeping silent, but tensed his body.

"I was negligent just now. You are still young and can't bear the coldness of this mysterious ice. I'll help you get rid of it from your body."

Now the distance between the two is very close, and the deep voice fell on the ear, Yan Lin tilted his head obediently, and nodded obediently, but his eyes couldn't help sneaking at Shi Yuan's face.

At this moment, his eyebrows were drooping, and his attention was on his knees. His gentle appearance was in stark contrast to the icy coldness just now. His snow-white hair was glowing with silver, and the cold luster reflected on his handsome face. A layer of fragility as thin as frost, and the graceful profile lines seem to be the most beautiful meticulous painting.

It was the first time for Yan Lin to look at this person so closely, and he had to say that he was really powerful and beautiful.

But what is most attractive is the sense of contradiction in his strength, like exquisite porcelain that needs to be carefully protected, and he doesn't know why he has such absurd feelings.

However, if he is a woman, I will definitely fall in love with him at a glance.

It's a pity that the other party is not only a man, but also has many grievances with him.

Yan Lin withdrew his gaze, and a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed across his heart.

But just when he had this slight emotion, his head seemed to be pulled by something, and it was stabbed suddenly. The sharp feeling was like being stabbed sharply by a nail, and his body shook accordingly. Pass a white light.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a blurry picture appeared in front of his eyes, but it disappeared in the next second.

Shi Yuan felt him trembling for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing, I just shivered." Yan Lin replied slowly, but a trace of surprise and astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Because in the picture just now, he was hugging a person with a smile all over his face. He didn't know whether the picture was too fast or too blurry. Quickly swipe, and it can be seen that the other party is a man.

At this time, Shi Yuan's voice sounded again.

"Okay."

Yan Lin quickly came back to his senses, put aside the weird scene just now, exerted a little force on his feet, moved his legs, and indeed gained strength, so he thought about it, and quickly got off Shi Yuan's body, and stepped back a few steps away , straightened his clothes.

"Thank you, Master." He saluted.

Maybe it was just his illusion or dream, how could he hold a man in his arms.

The first thing to delay is to leave as soon as possible.

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At the same time, on the other side, an uninvited guest had already stood on the nave.

An Huaicheng was wearing a dark gray brocade suit of Yunjing School, with a jade belt around his waist and a golden crown around his hair. He was eight feet tall and quite muscular. His majestic face was full of heroism, and his deep eyes were staring ahead, but his eyes were full of pressure. There was a thin layer of anger, like a ferocious beast showing its sharp claws.

Followed by a group of disciples of the Yunjing faction, all of them looked calm.

Obviously the other party was not kind.

An Huaicheng is the second son of the Yunjing Sect. He is about [-] years old and has fair aptitude. He is now a Dzogchen cultivation in the late stage of Huashen. Although he usually assists the leader of the realm, Anhuaiting, to handle sect affairs, most of the time he is obsessed with Cultivation, leaving the Yunjing faction this time is indeed because of the death of Miss San

Anyone who knows An Huaicheng knows that it is true that he is obsessed with cultivation, but he attaches great importance to his blood relatives, especially this third sister. For the past seven or eight hundred years, no matter where he has experienced, he will always bring some rare treasures back to him. She, with her violent temper, spoke softly to the third miss, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he really loved the third miss as a younger sister.

Now, this younger sister is not only dead, but also her soul was ripped open, and her death is miserable, how can he swallow this breath.

Although he vowed to catch the murderer and avenge his sister!

Today, he brought more than a dozen disciples of the Cloud Realm Sect to the Changtian Sword Sect, so he must have made some progress.