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

The dark blue clothes are complicated and luxurious, the golden Haoran Xianfu embossed Jiahui, the jade belt, and a blue headband tie up the hair high, and the delicate face has a bright smile. From the first moment he appeared just now, Shi Yuan already knew his origin.

It's just that he didn't expect that the Haoran Immortal Mansion, which has a very strict family education, would hand over such a man who acted like Meng Lang.

The dark blue clothes are complicated and luxurious, the golden Haoran Xianfu embossed Jiahui, the jade belt, and a blue headband tie up the hair high, with bangs scattered on the forehead, and a smile on the delicate face.

From the first moment he appeared just now, Shi Yuan knew his origin.

It's just that he didn't expect that the Haoran Immortal Mansion, which has a very strict family education, would teach someone who behaved like this.

Because of him, he does all kinds of evil, and what he faces every day is his father's fierce eyes, so even if Shi Yuan's eyes have real killing intent at the moment, they can't scare him, on the contrary, he is used to it.

Yan Lin in the body was shocked.

Being so offended, Shi Yuan actually didn't slap him to death...

why?

In fact, from the very beginning, he felt strange, why would he seal his cultivation?

Being looked at by Shi Yuan so directly, the young self became more interested: "I'm serious, you see I kissed you just now, and I should be responsible for you, don't you think so?"

Shi Yuan stood up with a gloomy face, took a deep look at him, turned and left.

"Hey, why did you leave?"

"Wait for me!"

"Are you angry!"

"My family is rich and powerful, you won't lose money if you follow me! I can support you!"

He followed behind Shi Yuan and kept yelling, completely forgetting that he was acting out of anger.

When he was young, he was very stubborn, and when he met something he liked, he would carry it to the end. So from that day on, he has been entangled with Shi Yuan, and he follows him wherever he goes. Two completely different people, showing a trace of incompatibility weird.

Like a cold-blooded and proud white wolf king followed by a pet dog wagging its head and tail.

Shi Yuan didn't drive him away, and didn't open his mouth to talk to him, but chose to ignore this person, pretending that he didn't exist, and more than ten days passed, the young him was full of interest, and followed Shi Yuan persistently.

Through his own gaze, Yan Lin unscrupulously looked at Shi Yuan at this time, including his every movement and expression.

Yan Lin found that Shi Yuan at this time was different from any time he had ever seen.

There was an aura of indifference surrounding the whole person, and there was a dark emotion in the quiet and deep eyes, which he couldn't understand, but he could see it clearly, it was numbness to the world, rejection of all living beings, and indifference.

It's like a person who is burdened with the common people suddenly abandons everything, heavy emotions are pressed on the person who is looking at each other, making people breathless.

Yan Lin felt weird, didn't this person always have the world in mind, why did he have such eyes.

And his behavior later also verified Yan Lin's conjecture.

One day, I followed him into a deserted mountain and found a deserted temple.

The two people with fairy aura were in stark contrast to the dilapidated grassy surroundings. Shi Yuan glanced indifferently at the statue placed above, his eyes darkened, and he called out Zhewu, and the sword edge fell across the sword light and landed beside him .

The pitch-black long sword was as sharp as ever, carrying an unattainable coercion.

Although the young self is still relatively inexperienced, the Haoran Immortal Mansion is rich and powerful. He has seen many treasures of heaven and earth since he was a child, and he can see the extraordinaryness of this sword at a glance: "Good sword! This is the first time I have seen such a strong sword. The sword pressure!"

As he said that, he stepped forward with bright eyes, wanting to hold it in his hand and appreciate it.

Shi Yuan fixed his gaze, squinted at him, and warned in a low voice, "Get lost."

The younger self was taken aback for a moment.

Time stopped for a few seconds, blinked, looked at Shi Yuan with bright eyes, and suddenly became bright: "Beauty, you can talk!"

Feeling the joy rolling in his chest, Yan Lin sighed deeply.

I was not intimidated by Shi Yuan's cold appearance at all, on the contrary, I was elated: "I just said, how can such a good-looking person be dumb!"

Then, as if he had come to his senses, he pulled his small face, and said in a rather sad tone, "But you are too stingy, so I'll just touch it, and I won't snatch it from you..."

Yan Lin wanted to hold his forehead, feeling a bit annoyed at his indisputability.

People let you go, can you have some backbone.

Shi Yuan didn't listen to his nonsense, suppressed the impatience in his heart, stepped forward slowly, and placed Zhewu flat on the altar, his deep eyes were complicated and difficult to discern, and his slender, white hand caressed the blade of the sword. Slowly clenched into a fist, retracted, and hid in the long sleeves.

He turned around, looked at the person who had been peeking at Zhewu, and frowned: "Leave."

She kept her peeking eyes away, and looked sideways at Shi Yuan with a shocked expression: "Let's go? You don't want your sword anymore?"

Shi Yuan was unmoved, just looked at him, the meaning was obvious.

He curled his lips, compromising his body, but his mouth was unwilling, and he turned his head in three steps: "You don't want such a good sword, it's a waste of money..."

The two drifted away, but Yan Lin looked at the ruined temple.

Does he really want to abandon Zhewu and throw it in this deserted temple in the mountains?

He is a sword cultivator...

One evening, Shi Yuan sat quietly under a silver pine tree, and he built a bonfire next to him, holding a green branch in his hand and kept fiddling, staring at the crimson flickering fire, recalling Shi Yuan The expression when throwing the sword, as well as the changes in expression in the past few days, draw a conclusion.

"I see that you obviously don't want to throw away that black sword, why are you so stubborn?"

No one responded, he glanced at the person next to him with closed eyes resting his mind, resting his chin with his hands, raised his face slightly, and looked up and down: "I guess, you are full of aura, but you don't feel your cultivation, it should be because you were Who blocked it, why? Is it because of breaking some rules or regulations? Or is it related to that black sword?"

Yan Lin also pricked up his ears.

Shi Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and there was a field of ice in his eyes.

"No one has taught you, so don't ask about trivial matters."

Stared at by this gaze, he felt that the fire in front of him seemed to have lost its temperature. He didn't dare to meet Shiyuan's eyes directly, so he could only secretly look at it from the corner of his eye and mutter to himself.

"It's too fierce. It's just like what my father said. Good-looking people have a temper. In the future, we will become Taoist couples. I'm afraid you will bully me every day..."

As he said that, he turned his eyebrows, leaned his head in Shi Yuan's direction, and whispered deliberately: "But don't worry, I have thick skin and can resist."

Shi Yuan narrowed his silvery eyes, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

The person sitting next to him felt bad, so he quickly gave up: "I won't say anything, I won't say anything, just don't be angry..."

But when he was young, he was very rebellious, and he did everything with enthusiasm. As long as it was what he wanted to do, he would implement it the next moment, never thinking about the consequences.

In the middle of the night that night, he quietly disappeared alone.

But those who meditate quietly are motionless and don't care much.

A few days later, in the afternoon.

Shi Yuan was walking in the depths of the misty swamp forest, his originally slow pace stopped, and a blue figure was running towards him in front of him, a trace of impatience flashed across his jade-like face.

He excitedly ran in front of Shi Yuan, raised his brows slightly, as if showing off: "Since you threw it away, it is ownerless, and now that I pick it up, it is mine."

A piece of gold thread satin wrapped a long strip of things. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he slowly pulled the cloth away, exposing a long black sword in the air.

This familiar appearance is obviously Zhewu.

Shi Yuan's air pressure sank.

He noticed something, and hurriedly hid his sword behind his back: "Manly man, do what you say, you have already thrown it away, and you can't go back on your word!"

Shi Yuan raised his eyes to look at him, squinted his eyes: "Bring it."

He took a step back, raised his head, and looked quite calm: "No."

Shi Yuan took a step forward, frowning slightly, the cold coercion caused the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.

Looking at Shi Yuan's cold look, he was like fueled firewood, his dark eyes were even brighter, he couldn't help muttering in his heart, and said that if you don't want it, you are obviously reluctant to throw it away!

Duplicity!

But it's too late now, and I have to pay the price if I want to, and I didn't make this trip in vain.

"Actually, it's not impossible to give it to you."

After a pause, the sly tone was slightly soft: "As long as you promise to be my Taoist companion, I will immediately give you this sword as a token of love, how about it?"

Yan Lin's breath was stagnant.

Daring, do you know who he is?He even dared to use his saber as a token of love.

Heiliang eyes stared at Shi Yuan without blinking, and then passed the thing in his hand as if tempting, waiting for the person opposite to make a move.

Shi Yuan lowered his eyes and stared at Zhewu, with no emotion on his indifferent face. The next second, his white hand took it.

His dark eyes curved, and he smiled brightly: "If you accept it, I will take it as your agreement!"

Shi Yuan walked forward without saying a word as the white clothes with silver stripes fluttered.

Behind him was a noisy voice.

"One word from a gentleman is hard to follow, so you can't go back on your word!"

"After a few days, I'll take you back to meet my dad! Don't let him keep saying that no one likes me!"

"By the way, you don't know how fierce this sword is. It wouldn't let me touch it. It threw me out several times. If I hadn't told it that you are my future Taoist companion, I would take it back to meet you. It won't let me touch..."

"What's even worse is that it's very particular. Ordinary silks and satins are not allowed to get close to me. I had to take out the best cloud silkworm brocades, and it obediently let me wrap them up. This shelf is really big."

.......

He followed behind Shi Yuan with a bright smile, but they didn't know that they were walking in the depths of the Misty Swamp Forest, which was also a Snake Swamp full of poisons.

When he walked to the back, he also found that the surrounding environment was not right.

"Where are we going? Why does it feel like the fog is getting heavier and heavier."

Shi Yuan didn't answer.

After half a cup of tea, Shi Yuan stopped and waved his sleeves. The mist in front of him dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the marsh forest. The ground was covered with colorful poisons, especially snakes. Looking around, the snakes were entangled. There is no place to stand.

Seeing this scene, the people behind were shocked, their faces turned pale, and their eyes widened.

"This...why are there so many snakes...what are you going to do?"

Shi Yuan glanced back at him, raised his hand and threw it forward, Zhewu turned into a stream of light and flew down into the depths of the Snake Swamp, with a bang, the long sword was inserted into the ground, and the blade contended.

He was stunned, blinked, and said in disbelief, "Why did you throw it away! This is my token of love for you!"

Shi Yuan turned around with determination in his eyes.

The meaning is also clear, simply put, you pick it up once, and I throw it away once.

Yan Lin looked at Shi Yuan and guessed in his heart.

He insisted on abandoning Zhewu, could it be because of the epiphany and abandonment encountered on the road?

No matter how powerful a person is, there will be times when he is at a loss. The more a person cherishes something, the more he will be at a loss.

For him, the responsibility on his body may have reached the bottleneck now.He is looking for the next direction.

When seeking, giving up will be the best choice.

He even suspected that Shi Yuan was his own sealed cultivation.

It's just that he didn't understand when he was young. He was thrown for the second time, and he stared at the long sword in front of him. He became anxious, and his eyes were very persistent: "You wait, I have to pick it up for you!"

Shi Yuan ignored it and left the marsh forest slowly.

Yan Lin looked at the snakes all over the ground, and his skin got goosebumps. He is not afraid of raptors and wild ghosts, but he is afraid of this dragon...

Feeling the trembling of his body, he couldn't help shaking his head, you better give up, there are so many snakes, people will die...

But obviously, he underestimated someone's determination.

For seven full days, when he got the sword, he couldn't stand still, and his face was as white as powder.

How much do you want that ice cube to be your Taoist partner, aren't you afraid of panicking?

And Yan Lin also underestimated Shi Yuan's determination to abandon Zhewu.

When he worked hard to bring Zhewu to Shi Yuan, he was still greeted by that familiar look, but this time, it was Wujiyuan.

It is rumored that there are three thousand white bones under the Wuji Abyss, and the ground is covered with white flowers. There are beasts that cannibalize human flesh and blood, and evil spirits that devour souls.

The two stood on the edge of the cliff, their clothes were picked up by the strong wind, and they seemed to disappear.

During the confrontation, Shi Yuan raised his hand, his eyes were as calm as a cold moon, the edge of the Zhewu sword in his hand was facing down, and the hand holding the sword loosened in the next second.

Like a black light, the long sword instantly disappeared into the mist on the edge of the cliff.

The blue-clothed boy looked at the bottomless abyss beside him. Black mist shrouded the air, giving off a menacing and dead air.

He glanced at the man in white in front of him, continued to stare at the abyss, and said softly as if resigning to his fate: "Daddy said that good-looking people are not easy to chase, and if they don't get tossed about, they can't achieve a good result. He was teased by my mother back then." Miserable."

"You let me pick up this black sword three times, are you also testing me?"

"But I'm usually very lazy. My husband said that I'm ignorant of learning and skills, and I'm not good at spells". I'm afraid it will be bad luck if I go down this time..."

Shi Yuan looked at him, but rarely said: "You don't have to go."

The indifferent tone seemed to confirm that the boy would not dare to go this time.

If you can't do it, you will naturally retreat.

No entanglement, no trouble.

He smiled, but the young man's tone was extremely cautious: "No, my father said, the test of the Taoist companion, you can't admit cowardice."

Shi Yuan frowned slightly, and the emotion that had just flashed in his eyes disappeared.

At this moment, the young man glanced at the abyss next to him again, turned his head, and smiled brightly, as if he had made up his mind, his bright eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.

He yelled: "Wait for me to come back!" After speaking, he jumped down.

Clothes turned red, like a fluttering blue butterfly, flapping its wings, disappearing into the black mist.

Shi Yuan was stunned for a moment, a gap cracked in his cold emotion.

On the deserted lonely peak, only a touch of white is left.

But this time, Shi Yuan did not leave, but waited at Wuji Peak.

But with this jump, seven days, half a month, and one month passed, and there was no news at all, as if he would never see that person again.

Until one afternoon in the second month.

A figure appeared in front of him.

Shi Yuan stopped in his tracks.

The man felt movement and turned around slowly.

The neat dark blue clothes are very messy, the outer shirt has several big holes, the white inner shirt inside is stained with blood, the clean little face is covered with blood stains and small scratches, and the bundled long hair is scattered a few strands Resting on the cheeks and forehead, the breathing is disordered, the face is full of exhaustion, only those bright eyes are staring at Shi Yuan in front of him.

Holding the hilt of the sword horizontally, slowly raising it to his chest, the breeze brought a trace of bloody smell, his black hair slightly raised, the corners of his mouth raised, and a bright smile fell into Shi Yuan's eyes.

"I... got it back."

Shi Yuan's pupils trembled and his expression moved slightly.

In the next second, the boy seemed to be finally unable to hold on, and fell straight down.