I rely on green tea to coax the amnesia master back

In the morning, it rained a little, and the whole sky was surrounded by clear clouds and mist. It seemed to be full of fairy spirit, but it was actually full of dangers.

Shen Lou had already circled around in the mist, and there was no way to break the situation, but even so, he didn't show panic at all.

The strong wind whimpered and rolled up a strand of his hair, and the black robe he was wearing was also lifted into the air.In an instant, a long sword broke out from the clouds, the whole body was ice blue, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Shenlou's chest.

He frowned, and quickly backed away, but the faster he was, the more fiercely the sword energy followed.As a last resort, Shen Lou could only turn sideways to avoid the attack, and then met the sword-wielder with a single glance.

That is his master, the palace lord of Supreme Qing - He Tingfeng.

In the duel with others, Shenlou only defended, but the opponent showed no mercy. Xianjun's Broken Jade Sword showed full power, forcing him to retreat frequently.

He Tingfeng's eyes were full of indifference, and the white curse seal on his forehead was astonishingly bright, Shenlou knew that this was the effect of the opponent's nearly eighth success.

Shen Lou took a few steps back, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and splashed quickly.He clutched his chest, eyes full of pain, however, He Tingfeng on the opposite side was only silent for a moment, then raised Duanyu again.

He struggled with his eyes for half a second, and finally took a deep look at He Tingfeng, suddenly his whole body overflowed with devilish energy, and disappeared in Wushangqing in an instant.

……

The Xuanyi was broken, and the blood splattered on the ground, like a walking corpse, dragging his body into the Ten Square Prison.

Shenlou hadn't been injured for many years, as long as he thought that it was his revered master who seriously injured him, the pain in his chest would be even more unbearable.

This is the result of practicing the forbidden technique, the more concentrated the thought, the more intense the pain will be.So much so that in the end, like a raging fire, Shenlou was burned unconscious, his pupils were scarlet, and he completely lost control of his body.

Fallen into a devil overnight.

The Shifang Prison was built on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire five continents, and you can also have a panoramic view of the supremely sunny scenery. It was precisely this that Shenlou valued before the palace was built here.

He lived on the top of the mountain, trying to find a certain face he was thinking of from among the layers of clouds and mists.

Just heard a "poof".

The ice-blue sword with the whole body was inserted from the back of the heart, and only the front end showed the opposite bright red.Shen Lou's expression froze, and he resisted the sharp pain in his chest, and when he glanced back, He Tingfeng's face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xianjun remained expressionless, but with clear indifference and disgust remaining in his eyes, he pulled out the broken jade in his hand, and blood gushed out.

In the end, only He Tingfeng's decisive back was left to Shenlou.There was a bloody hole in his chest, and he raised his right hand tremblingly, trying to grab the opponent's clothes, but it was in vain.Finally, he couldn't stand still and fell hard to the ground.

Shenlou suddenly woke up from the dream, his chest heaved violently, his back was wet with sweat.This is not the first time he has had a nightmare. Demonic energy is flying around his body, and his pupils are sometimes dark and sometimes scarlet, unpredictable.

He tilted his head and supported his forehead, and waited until he had endured the needle-like pain, then casually put on a Tsing Yi and lifted the quilt to stand up.

Affected by the dream, Shenlou suddenly became flustered.He couldn't guarantee that, as the demon king of the Ten Directions Prison, he would be killed by He Tingfeng's sword like in his dream.

In the past hundred years, Xianjun held a banquet, and he made a big fuss to destroy it; Xianjun gave a painting to a friend, and he snatched it in front of that person.However, no matter how much Shen Lou fights for attention, He Tingfeng will not be moved.

Perhaps in a short time, He Tingfeng would be completely fed up and end his life with the Broken Jade Sword.

Motivated by the nightmare, Shenlou couldn't maintain his rationality at all, the devilish energy soaked into his body one after another, he tapped his toes lightly, and in an instant, he was more than three miles away from the Ten Fang Prison.

At this moment, it is the fifth watch, and the supreme sunshine after autumn is swept by clouds and mist, like a dream.

Even though the scene reappeared, Shenlou calmed down for no reason after walking until the sky was clear.

He Tingfeng refused to see him.

His teacher is honorable as a fairy king, and he has always had a clear distinction between love and hate, and he, who practiced the forbidden technique and fell into a demon, happened to be the type hated by the other party.

So the footsteps that came out hesitated a little.

In the cloud and mist ahead, a child's laughter came out indistinctly, and the gentle voice that he had not heard for a hundred years later came from his master, He Tingfeng.

The mist gradually dissipated, slowly revealing two figures, one tall and one short. The taller one was slender and dressed in moon-white robes, just like the bright moon in the sky.The short one is about two or three out of ten, with a high ponytail and a bright smile on the corner of his mouth.

That was Wu Shangqing's young disciple An Ping, who had not joined He Tingfeng's sect, but although he had no name, there was truth to it.

At least in the present Supreme Qing, he is the only one that He Tingfeng loves the most.

The young man wrapped his arms around He Tingfeng's waist, he was shaking and acting like a baby, his favored degree is self-evident.But what hurt Shenlou's eyes was not the closeness between the other party and the master, but the upturned corners of He Tingfeng's mouth.

He hadn't seen He Tingfeng's smile for about a hundred years, and every time he met, the other party just ignored him.No matter how loud the noise Shenlou made, no matter how violently the world condemned him, He Tingfeng didn't care anymore.

The fingers dug into the tree trunk unconsciously, with such force that blood gradually oozed from the gaps between the fingers, but the master didn't realize it at all.

What lingers in Shen Lou's mind for a long time is only He Tingfeng's kindness to others, compared with the coldness he has shown to himself for a hundred years, there is a huge difference between the two, making him so angry that he is almost dazed.

The whole body seemed to be gradually filled with black devilish energy.

"...Alou?"

Just at this time, a slightly hesitant, but intimate call came to Shen Lou's ears.

The devilish energy dissipated in an instant, and the scarlet eyes that hadn't faded looked straight at the speaker in front of him.

The face is indistinguishable between male and female, with soul-stirring blue pupils and a white charm on the forehead, so that when everyone first saw He Tingfeng, they would feel that he was extremely cold.

If He Tingfeng was a little hesitant at the first sound, now that he saw the person standing opposite him, he immediately put down his guard.

I saw the fairy with the white hair and childlike face smiled, his words were quite different from his face, he waved slightly and continued: "Come here."

Shenlou couldn't tell, how long had it been since the other party called him like this, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, he didn't know what kind of luck he had, to make He Tingfeng smile at him.

Could it be that just like in the dream, he wanted to use Duanyu to end his life?

In an instant, Shenlou had the thought of retreating, and took a step back, although his steps were extremely slow.

However, before He Tingfeng could raise any questions, the young man next to him stepped forward first, with an arrogant face on his face: "You devil, what are you doing here in Wushangqing? Could it be that you want Master to drive you out, so that you can get out of here?" Have a face to roll further away?"

Probably because of He Tingfeng's favor, and no one in the world knows, there has long been a gap between the master and apprentice.During the past hundred years, Shenlou committed suicide frequently. Although the immortal king did not punish him, he never paid any attention to him. Presumably, he didn't care about him at all.

Ever since, Anping spoke confidently, thinking that by doing so, he would capture Shenlou's lifeblood, and also take the opportunity to win He Tingfeng's favor.

But he didn't want to, he thought he was the object of doting, and yelled loudly: "Presumptuous! People are shameless, why don't they die? ①He is your senior brother and the only apprentice of this gentleman, how can you let him talk about it?"

Scared by the enraged Xianjun, Anping trembled all over, he had never seen He Tingfeng so angry, he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.But when he thought that the person the other party was protecting was Shen Lou, whom he had looked down on for many years, he stiffened his neck and held his breath.

"...Master." He first tried to force a smile, trying not to look so embarrassed, and then gave Shenlou a vicious look, then pouted, deliberately pretending to be innocent, "Why did you start for this trash? Have you spoken?"

The words were questionable, but the tone was full of contempt. Shenlou's face darkened, and the hands behind his back were slowly clenched, restraining the urge to cut off the head.

At a certain moment, he suddenly wanted to know what He Tingfeng would say.Is it a waste to agree with him, or...

Hearing a loud "pa", Anping's whole body was blown away, rolled a few meters from the spot, and fell to the ground dizzy with his feet in the air.Visible to the naked eye, his head was swollen, his eyes turned black, and he struggled on the ground several times before getting up.

Shen Lou clenched his hands for a moment.

However, the good show seems to have just begun.He Tingfeng withdrew his hand, the previous pampering in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by the coldness that Shenlou was most familiar with.

He was stunned by this look, and was at a loss for a while before realizing that He Tingfeng was not looking at him.

"Master is also what you can call? You speak wild words and have no respect for your elders. I ordered you to kneel outside the main hall for a day. If you don't repent, you will be expelled from Wushangqing immediately."

Seeing that He Tingfeng was really angry, Anping's back was wet with cold sweat, and his forehead was covered with crystals. Now he can't even refute, let alone make the selfish "Master" reasonable.

Anping knelt on the ground, with his head pressed against the ground, sweat running down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground supported by his hands, instantly blurring.

"Yes Yes."

He Tingfeng seemed to never want to see him again, so he waved him away.

Looking at the back of Anping fleeing, Shenlou still hasn't realized it until now, and he can't even tell whether the scene in front of him is real or unreal.

When did the person who spoke for him become his master?Didn't He Tingfeng always hate Demon Xiu?

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been so decisive and cruel when he was expelled from the sect.Although few people know about their breakup, in the process of Shenlou's persistent death, the strangeness is also fully revealed.

The eye-obscuring person finally left, and He Tingfeng turned his head just now, and when he saw Shangshenlou, he already had a completely opposite expression.

The smile returned to the corner of his mouth, Xianjun frowned and waved to him: "Come here."

When the palms of the hands were clenched just now, the nails were also embedded, pressing to the point where the wound formed by the dunking into the tree trunk was smudged red.

Even though He Tingfeng had a smile at the corner of his mouth, not showing any falsehood at all, but Shenlou was scared away by the scene in front of him that could only appear in a dream, and Shenlou was a little distraught, as if he was ready to turn around and leave at any time.

But I don't know if the bright red is too conspicuous, He Tingfeng didn't notice the abnormality of the apprentice, but was the first to catch the bloodstain, and approached directly, with hurried steps.

"How did this happen?"

Before the words fell, Xianjun put his index fingers together and used spiritual power to remove the scars.His expression did not seem to be fake, but only with deep worry and concern, even if the wound disappeared, he still stroked it naturally.Almost at the moment when he touched the back of his hand, Shenlou backhanded forcefully, directly tightening his wrist.

In the past hundred years, if Shenlou dared to be so disrespectful to He Tingfeng, his head could be temporarily removed for fun.

But very abnormally, instead of being angry, Xianjun tilted his head slightly, fully showing the doubts in his eyes, as if to say: What's wrong, did I say something wrong?

Such a gentle and kind He Tingfeng has disappeared for a hundred years, making Shen Lou uncontrollable, digging out the guesses buried in the deepest part of his heart.He gently moved He Tingfeng's hand down, and only held it in the palm of his hand tentatively, "...Master?"

Sure enough, He Tingfeng's eyes were full of clarity, without any indifference or disgust at all.

There seemed to be a broken string in Shen Lou's brain, his actions were ahead of his thoughts, and by the time he realized it, he had already crashed into He Tingfeng's arms.He was obviously half a head taller than the other party, but he lowered his head docilely, as if he was holding a lost and found treasure tightly.

His voice was hoarse, and he tried his best to suppress the ecstasy, but repeated over and over again: "Master, Master."

Every time he called, He Tingfeng would answer with overflowing indulgence.

After countless times, Shen Lou finally confirmed the absurd guess in his heart—his master lost his memory.