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

Shi Yuan was surrounded by a chill like the top of a snow-capped mountain, and every minute of it was like an ice blade, as if as long as the people present made a move, they would be dead in the next moment.

He had never seen such obvious mood swings and anger from this person.

He suddenly understood that what An Jinnian did just now was intentional...

It was deliberately done for Shi Yuan to see.

why?

Did he want to keep him from stepping down, or did he simply want Shi Yuan to misunderstand the relationship between the two of them.

Yan Lin was uncertain for a while, but it would be a good thing to provoke Shi Yuan's anger.

You know, he is the sword ancestor Shi Yuan, a sword cultivator who has practiced for thousands of years, who has been so heartless and widowed for so many years, who would dare to be presumptuous in front of him.

He suddenly remembered the last time, when he told him that he liked a man, the man was annoyed when he was mad at him. He abruptly stopped the instinctive movement of wiping the corners of his mouth, and clenched his fists, feeling a little strange in his heart happy.

Master, do you feel disgusted, very disgusted, if so, then please hate it more.

You are playing tricks like this, you should let me get some back.

Every time you feel unhappy, I can have more joy in revenge——

A moment of darkness flashed across Yan Lin's eyes.

An Jinnian stared at the person who came, even though the opponent was full of sword intent and seemed to kill him, he wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, stroked his chest, and stood up as if nothing had happened, without any intention of shrinking back.

"Why is Uncle Master so angry..." His voice was a little more hoarse, and his breath was slightly disordered. It was obvious that Shi Yuan's sudden move was not as easy as he seemed on the surface.

But that happy posture was not weaker than Shi Yuan in the slightest.

He took another step forward without fear of death.

After straightening out his clothes, his silent eyes were like a twilight, and his tone was calm and unhurried: "Obviously my younger brother is about to agree to be my Taoist partner, and my uncle's appearance...is really not the right time."

I don't know if it was the sarcasm in the words, or the word 'Taoist' in the heavy voice, Shi Yuan's pupils trembled, and after a while, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Clenching his right hand, Zhewu appeared in his hand out of thin air, and the coldness spread instantly, and the surrounding vegetation was covered with a thin layer of frost.

He came across such a scene just now, and didn't know what they said, but now that An Jinnian said it, the murderous intent became stronger.

An Jinnian glanced at the pitch-black sword body, Zhewu, who is an ancient sacred object, was surrounded by a layer of faint silver light, which was the cold light condensed by killing evil.

The red soul spread out on the soles of An Jinnian's feet, resisting the raging cold air of the sword.

"Uncle Master is not happy?" An Jinnian's red eyes sank, but he asked knowingly on his face.

Time stood still for a moment, Shi Yuan turned sideways, looked at Yan Lin with dark and deep sword eyes, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"You... agree?"

His voice was not loud, and there was a trace of instability in his seemingly stable tone.

Yan Lin looked at him from the beginning to the end, and when he heard his question, he turned sideways and bowed uprightly. After a while, he raised his head, his eyes were cold.

Since he hated these things, he naturally wanted to carry them through to the end. What he said that he didn't like at first was kept in his heart, and what he said was false.

"The disciple hasn't answered yet, but it doesn't matter whether you agree or not. I told Master before that I like men. If so..."

Speaking of this, Yan Lin's tone paused, and after a while, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Sooner or later, there will always be someone, Master, it's better to get used to it..."

The cold tone opened the distance between the two of them far away. This is not like a pair of master and apprentice, but they are obviously strangers.

Hearing these words, An Jinnian glanced at him with a slightly surprised expression. Obviously, he had never known.

Shi Yuan's thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his brows were slightly condensed, and the hand holding Zhe Wu trembled for a moment, and the tone in his ear just now was alienated and indifferent, and there was a trace of resentment that seemed to be absent.

Yan Lin noticed his emotional fluctuations, his eyes darkened, but he pretended to be considerate and affectionate for his sake, which was really disgusting.

Since he wanted to act, he would naturally accompany him to the end.

"... Sure enough, Master still feels disgusting..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled at himself, and lowered his voice heavily in Shi Yuan's heart.

Compared with Cai Cai's indifference, An Hao's face showed a trace of fragile strength, as if Cai Cai's indifference and calmness were just because he was forced to support himself after being bumped into by his master.

A breeze suddenly blew up on Fuyuan Mountain, pulling up the clothes of the three of them, making a soft noise. Shi Yuan's back, which was as straight as a pine, loosened a lot, and the pride that belonged to the sword cultivator was still the same as before.

Time was quiet for a long time, so long that every minute and every second passed so clearly.

The muffled voice fell on the wind.

"Not..."

How could he hate it...

The dark and deep eyes stared at Yan Lin, and there was no trace of disgust in those quiet sea-like eyes, only a mass of heavy and deep emotions that made people breathless.

This strong emotion is like a drop of bright red dye dripping into a white dye vat, and it fades away instantly, and a strange feeling flashed in Yan Lin's heart.

This look seemed familiar.

Shi Yuan looked at him, and then said firmly: "...Only he can't..."

An Jinnian raised his eyebrows, disapproving of the negation that fell on him, the corners of his lips curled up, and a triumphant smile flashed across his reddish eyes.

Based on his understanding of Shi Yuan, he never explained whether he was right or wrong.Because no matter what the result is, with his status and cultivation, he has the ability to bear it alone.

But he didn't know that the current Yan Lin already knew that he had memories. Whenever he appeared and interfered, he just kept reminding Yan Lin how profound what they had done.

Like a piercing thorn in my heart, if I can't get it out, I won't forgive it.

He would rather push all of them to the evil side than believe that they came with good intentions.

After all, the resentment between the two lives will be broken up as soon as it is said.

An Jinnian lowered his eyes and looked at the palm, just like the half of the wooden hairpin in his hand... Rather than giving it to him again, it is better to break it in his hand.

"Who can the master say?" Yan Lin asked seriously.

Shi Yuan just looked at him without saying a word.

Yan Lin smiled: "Since that's the case, master should not worry about my affairs. It has nothing to do with who I become a Taoist partner, let alone master."

After finishing speaking, perhaps because he was bored, Yan Lin stopped looking at the two of them, called Xue Ya directly, and flew away.

A crane roared in the air.

Shi Yuan could only stand where he was and could not move an inch.

The slender figure became more dead silent, as if the anger around him faded in an instant, and the icy cold that resisted people thousands of miles away wrapped him tightly.

He was right...

nothing to do with him...

From the very beginning, when he chose to be his master and guarded him wholeheartedly, he had already pushed him away and firmly isolated him from the secular world.

In the whole world, anyone can do it, but he can't.

Only him, can't...