After cultivating the ruthless way, I became a black moonlight

Sure enough, it's still exactly the same as the previous life?

Su Zhuo looked directly, and found that Shen Xiaotian had indeed grasped the Frost Light Sword, but the Frost Light Sword exuded a supreme coldness, struggling very much, constantly flying, dragging Shen Xiaotian around.

He was originally a good-looking boy, but he became embarrassed under such a drag.

But only Su Zhuo was a little puzzled. He remembered that Shen Xiaotian seemed to have easily subdued the Frost Light Sword in his last life.

Before Su Zhuo could figure it out, the Frost Light Sword suddenly accelerated and swayed upwards, then fell from the air with a 'swish' sound, and rushed directly into the ground. Blood blisters appeared on Shen Xiaobai's palm, but I can just watch the Frost Light Sword being swiped away from my hand.

With a sound of "嗖——", the Frost Light Sword rushed out from the ground next to it again, and the entire sword body revealed an arrogance of 'mortals are not worthy of suffering from Lao Tzu'.

The Frost Light Sword circled in the sky, then landed in the air and did not move.

Shen Xiaotian didn't care about the pain in his palm, and hurried over to grab it, but before he got close, there was a circle of white light around the Frost Light Sword. Life and death on the ground.

Everyone took a deep breath, is the sword of this sword master so tyrannical?

"Trash is trash." Yun Chen made his final evaluation.

Immediately, the eyes of the group of new disciples looking at Yun Chen changed, and even the young master's eyes were slightly complicated.

On weekdays, Sword Master lived in secluded places, but he actually only saw Sword Master twice, and he didn't know that Sword Master acted so arrogantly and arrogantly.

But it is also reasonable, otherwise some disciples who don't know how to live or die will go to Jianfeng every year to worship under Jianzun's sect, once this happened today, those disciples would have to worry less.

"Qinghe, put away your sword." Yun Chen said to Su Zhuo.

Su Zhuo looked at Yun Chen, but happened to break into Yun Chen's gaze. Subconsciously, Su Zhuo lowered his eyes and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Master, this disciple can't hold the Frost Light Sword .”

This is the truth, after all, when choosing the sword before, he didn't even touch a single hair of the Frost Light Sword. The Frost Light Sword has a bit of a temper, and no one is allowed to touch it except his master.

But Yun Chen just repeated one sentence, his voice softened a bit, "Pull the sword."

Su Zhuo could only respond in a low voice, and then walked towards the Frost Light Sword.

The Frost Light Sword was hanging in the air, still carrying a burst of cold air all over his body. Su Zhuo approached step by step, but found that the cold air had weakened quite a bit. Most of them are scattered.

Su Zhuo gathered his true energy, thinking that he would also be in a mess, but he didn't expect to hold the Frost Light Sword easily, and at the same time, a childish voice came.

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

Su Zhuo:? ! ! !

Su Zhuo thought something happened, so frightened, he threw the frost sword in his hand to the ground, and the scene became very embarrassing for a while.

Everyone watched Su Zhuo's every move, only to see that Su Zhuo got the Frost Light Sword, and finally threw the Frost Light Sword on the ground. What does this mean?

Su Zhuo's eyes flickered for a moment, and he shook it twice as if his palm was uncomfortable, then stepped forward to pick up the Frost Light Sword again, and at the same time, the voice just now rang in his mind again.

[Crying out loudly, Qinghe actually dumped me, woo woo woo, my whole body is fucking dirty now! 】

Su Zhuo bit the bullet and took out a handkerchief to wipe the Frost Light Sword clean, then presented the sword to his master with both hands.

[Qinghe touched my whole body, Qinghe, did I knock!hard! 】

Su Zhuo almost lost his footing.

Yun Chen took the sword, and then the Frost Light Sword turned into a stream of sword energy and flashed into Yun Chen's sleeve, disappearing as if it had come.

"Qinghe, return to the peak." Yun Chen said again.

As Yun Chen walked around, everyone saluted Yun Chen again, "Respectfully send off the Supreme Elder."

Su Zhuo quietly followed behind Yun Chen, and when he passed by Shen Xiaotian, he couldn't help but look over there, and found that Shen Xiaotian was still face first, and he saw the half of his body behind.

Unfortunately, he didn't die.

After Su Zhuo left, the young master touched his nose thoughtfully, and then asked someone to carry Shen Xiaotian down. After all, he is a disciple who has entered the sect. Even if Jianfeng doesn't like it, he still has other places to go.

It's just that after today's incident spread, I don't know what kind of rumors will come out.

And Su Zhuo, who followed Yun Chen back to Jianfeng, was a little puzzled. In his last life, Shen Xiaotian had subdued the Frost Light Sword, so why didn't he succeed this time.

And the master is not the same as before, could it be that the master is also reborn?

Su Zhuo's mind was full of thoughts, thinking that he must find an opportunity to test it out. If his master was also reborn, what would his master want to do?

He clearly remembered that after his master accepted Shen Xiaotian in the previous life, he loved him very much. After all, Shen Xiaotian's talent in swordsmanship was far higher than his. Since then, the relationship between him and his master, who was not very deep at all, has become even weaker. , even once unfamiliar.

Especially since Shen Xiaotian's cultivation base skyrocketed all the way, he almost did everything wrong, even if he didn't do it, step by step Shen Xiaotian pressed him to the ground and slapped him in the face.

And after being framed and returning home that time, he never returned to Jianfeng. Who would have thought that the farewell would be death.

Until later, when he was desperate, he thought about the relationship between master and apprentice, and wanted to go back to Jianfeng to protect himself for a while, but after all, he couldn't see his master again.

The past is still vivid in his memory, but Shen Xiaotian's appearance made their relationship between master and apprentice, who were not very close in the first place, even weaker, as if they were strangers, he didn't even dare to call himself a disciple of Sword Master.

It was a long time later that Su Zhuo realized that not every pair of masters and apprentices was like them, and some masters would protect their disciples as if they were treasures.

It's a pity that Su Zhuo didn't meet such a master.

But Su Zhuo, who returned to his mansion, couldn't figure it out for a long time, he still felt that what happened today was a bit strange.

Why did my master suddenly not accept Shen Xiaotian as a disciple again? Frost Light Sword clearly recognized Shen Xiaotian as master in the last life, and when he was holding the Frost Light Sword, it was clearly the Frost Light Sword's sword spirit that rang in his mind sound.

Then why are these voices only he can hear?

And when he accidentally touched his master before, he seemed to have heard his master's voice.

Su Zhuo thought for a while, and then put his Xiaguang Sword on the table, which was originally given by Sword Master when he worshiped under Sword Master.

The Xiaguang Sword and the Frostlight Sword were originally two swords. At that time, Su Zhuo actually valued the Frostlight Sword more. Unfortunately, he couldn't control the opponent, and was almost injured by the Frostlight Sword.

Su Zhuo didn't know what he thought of, he lifted his finger slightly and put it on the Xiaguang Sword, but there was no sound in his mind.

That's right, he held the sword for a whole day, but he didn't hear any sound, and the Xiaguang sword was originally his saber, so he naturally knew that the Xiaguang sword did not give birth to any sword spirit.

Thinking of this, Su Zhuo let out a sigh of relief, but it seemed that his mind was a little heavier.

For those voices he heard before, is there something wrong with him or the people around him?

Su Zhuo pinched his forehead, feeling a little headache.

As a result, when Su Zhuo came to Houfeng Bamboo Forest on the second day, he looked a little listless.

The bamboo forest in Houfeng is his master's private residence. The bamboo forest here is called Yuzhu forest, and there is a small courtyard deep in the bamboo forest. His master never allows anyone to come near this place on weekdays.

Even if the suzerain came, he would only see him in the White Jade Palace.

Su Zhuo only came to this hidden place once in his previous life, and that time was not a good memory.

So Su Zhuo hesitated again. He stood outside the Yuzhu forest, pursed his lips slightly, and subconsciously clenched the Xiaguang sword in his hand, not knowing whether he wanted to go in.

Until a gust of wind blew up, a piece of bamboo leaf hit Su Zhuo's head lightly, then was bounced up, spun around and fell towards the ground.

However, before the bamboo leaf could fall down, another strong wind blew up, and the bamboo leaf was blown up with a "rustling" sound. Su Zhuo was attracted by the strong suction, so he could only jump on his toes, and then walked towards the bamboo forest. Fly into the depths.

The surrounding bamboo leaves rose up, as if the picture was frozen for a moment, and then countless bamboo leaves slowly fell to the ground, Su Zhuo stepped on a dead leaf and fell, then stabilized his body, cupped his fists at the person in front of him He saluted and said, "Master."

There was a person sitting upright before the bamboo house. The person had black hair spread out on the corridor made of bamboo. He was wearing a simple white robe and his hair was not tied. breath.

He moved his fingers slightly, as if he was playing a qin, but there was no qin in front of him, but his fingers kept flicking, like wings flapping lightly.

The bamboo leaves spun and fell slightly, and some of them fell on his body, but he didn't seem to notice, just continued to play.

Su Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, and he seemed to hear the sound of the piano in a vague way.

The very soft sound of the piano is like bamboo shoots springing up after rain, buds growing, insects and ants digging out of the soil, with a breath of revival of all things.

This kind of piano sound makes people completely calm down, as if they are in nature and feel everything most clearly.

Finally, after the song was over, Yun Chen paused slightly, then raised his eyes to look at Su Zhuo.

This time, he happened to be in Su Zhuo's line of sight, Su Zhuo had no time to look back, he stared at Yun Chen for a moment, and then lowered his eyes subconsciously.

"Do you know what this song is called?" Yun Chen asked.

"Disciple doesn't know."

Yun Chen stood up, the strands of hair hanging quietly behind him, the white robe was not stained with a trace of dust, the whole person looked like an exile.

In the mist, Yun Chen walked towards Su Zhuo. He stretched out his hand and placed it gently on Su Zhuo's shoulder, then lowered his head, a strand of hair unconsciously fell on Su Zhuo's cheek, the posture of the two They were so intimate, they looked as if they were about to hug each other.

"The title of this song is "After the New Rain in the Empty Mountains." Yun Chen's voice rang in Su Zhuo's ears.

At the same time, there was a voice in Su Zhuo's mind.

【I never felt it before, the smell on him...】

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