Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

In the dark world, the wind is howling.

Since he had just experienced a great war, when he looked up, he could only see a dilapidated barren surrounding and many corpses lying on the ground.

Among the corpses in the ruins, there is a man in red clothes and red eyes that stands out.

His expression was indifferent, with magic lines on half of his face, and the other half of his face was covered by a black and terrifying mask, and the hostility lingered in his whole body.

At this moment, he was half kneeling on the ground, with a sharp sword stuck in his chest, and he could only rely on the sword in his hand to support his body and prevent himself from falling down.

But in the end, the man in red still couldn't hold on, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his consciousness faded away, and at the last moment he closed his eyes, he read something.

……

On the cold jade bed in the cave, the young man who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes.

Shen Zaishui rubbed his forehead, just now he dreamed about his own death again, it was unavoidably a little creepy.

He has dreamed of this scene many times, but it used to be just an incoherent picture, and the people in it could not see the appearance of other people except himself.

But since he formed the alchemy, when he closed his eyes and meditated at night, those pictures appeared one after another, and they became clearer and clearer. Those blurred people in the pictures also began to have clear faces.

If it wasn't for Shen Zaishui's firm belief that his sword heart is stable, he would have thought it was his inner demon.

But if it wasn't a demon, what would it be?

I always dream about the scene where I die, which is weird.

What's more, according to him connecting all the pictures he has seen so far, he actually sorted out a little plot.

In the dream, he will die in the end because of a man.

Oh, judging from the compiled plot, this man is still his junior brother.He did a lot for that little junior brother, he was crazy for him, he was crazy for him, he fell into the demons and smashed the wall for him.

"..."

When he first saw those plot scenes, Shen Zaishui felt a little heartbroken, and he wanted to say some dirty words in his heart.

But luckily that was just a dream.

But he can't dream for nothing, he still has to ask his uncle and them.

After calculating the time, it has been two years since the retreat, it is time to go out.

Sinking into the water, he sat up from the cold jade bed.

The stone gate of the cave suddenly opened, and a handsome young man in Tsing Yi with gentle eyes came out slowly with his hands behind his back.

The moment I walked out of the cave, I saw the sky suddenly breaking in the distance, and the rising sun cast a ray of golden rays, illuminating this place, and elongating the figure of the young monk on the ground.

Before he had time to return to his residence, he saw the sound transmission symbol in the storage bag light up, and a cold and indifferent voice sounded in his ears: "Come to the hall."

Put away the sound transmission talisman, submerged in the water and smoothed the folds of the hem of the clothes, and walked away.

The hall was empty except for a man in a snow-colored robe standing in front of the main seat with his back to him and his hands behind his back.

"Master." Shen Zaishui bent slightly, and bowed his hands to the people in the hall.

The man in the hall slowly turned around.

I saw the jade crown on his head tied his hair up high, his appearance was handsome, his outline was clear, his pupils were as deep as a cold pool, and his face was expressionless, so that the whole person looked like he was standing on the top of a snow mountain , Drenched in countless wind and snow, the whole body was filled with chills, and even the surrounding temperature dropped a lot.

After hearing his address, Rong Jing nodded lightly, the coldness in her eyes melted a little, "Well, you're here?"

"I don't know why Master is looking for me?" Shen Zaishui asked in a warm voice.

Rong Jing looked down at the disciple in front of her, her gestures were very upright and polite, she couldn't find a single fault, but she always felt a little alienated when she listened.

She frowned slightly, and then Rong Jing thought: The years of cultivation have passed so quickly.

He remembered that when he first picked up this disciple, Shen Zaishui was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he was as thin as his waist, but now he is a young man who knows how to count, he has faded away from his youthfulness, and there are more features between his eyebrows and eyes that an adult should have. mature silhouette.

Then Rong Jing glanced at Shen Zaishui, saw through his current cultivation, nodded slightly, as if admiring, "That's right, it's already formed an alchemy."

How long has it been, less than ten years.

There are many alchemy cultivators in the world of cultivation, but there are not many of them at Shen Zaishui's age. His talent is indeed excellent.

Shen Zaishui didn't answer the words, the master should not only look for him because of his cultivation.

Sure enough, Rong Jing continued to ask: "During these days of retreat, besides improving your cultivation, have you ever chosen which path to take?"

After forming alchemy, every monk should have a clear way, but to become immortal, this is the belief of monks in practice.

Rong Jing didn't get along with this disciple very much, and couldn't find other topics for a while, so he could only ask about spiritual practice.And asking this way can also relieve a little guilt in his heart. As a master, he has never fulfilled his duties as a master.

I didn't expect Master to care about me, and I couldn't bear to be submerged in the water for a while.

Speaking of which, the relationship between him and his master is not too close.

One is because Rong Jing is the suzerain of the Yunshui Sect, and she is busy with official duties, so she doesn't see her often; the other is that Rong Jing practiced ruthless swordsmanship, so she couldn't have love in her heart, and she looked very cold, as if the moon was in the sky, Half points are not close.

After Shen Zaishui joined Rong Jing's sect, he received little guidance from him personally: either he studied the sword moves that Rong Jing threw to him, or he went to Zangshuge to read those obscure books, and looked for them in places he didn't understand. other elders.

After calming down for a while, he replied respectfully: "Return to Master, this disciple chose the gentleman's way of swordsmanship."

This kendo was attracted to him after looking through the ancient books in Zangshuge that recorded the [-] kendo.

The so-called gentleman: there is jade in the accumulation of stones, and the pine trees are like emerald green.Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world.

Those who practice the gentleman's way of swordsmanship should also be like a gentleman, upright and bright, as gentle as jade.

Shen Zaishui liked this way of swordsmanship. When he first discovered this way of swordsmanship, he liked it very much.

He even felt that the reason he chose to cultivate immortality was to step on this way of swordsmanship one day.

"A gentleman's way of the sword?" Rong Jing raised her eyes, repeated the four words, and said, "Sounds good."

And it is very close to the disciple in front of him.

"I have been pursuing the way of the sword for many years, and I have seen all kinds of ways in the way of the sword. The ruthless sword way, like me, cuts off love and love, and cannot be broken unless it ascends; the Shura sword way, killing for a living, uses blood as a bridge to advance "A gentleman's way of swordsmanship, using softness to overcome rigidity, avoids killing, avoids forgetting feelings, very good."

Rong Jing admitted Shen Zaishui's kendo.

There are three thousand ways of swordsmanship, and each path has its meaning of existence.

The ruthless kendo goes to the end, cut off love and love, heartless and ruthless.A person is too lonely, he can still bear it, but his disciple may not be able to.

Killing the sword, the blade is stained with too much blood, I am afraid that I will forget my true self, which is no different from falling into a demon cultivator.

Rong Jing lowered her eyes and glanced at the gentle young man in front of her again. For some reason, she had the thought that the sword skills submerged in the water might one day surpass him and become famous in Kyushu.

Shen Zaishui replied: "What Master said is true."

"Well, can you go to the Sword Tomb in the back mountain?" Rong Jing asked again.

Since he chose to be a sword repairer, he must have a handy spirit sword in his hand.But Rong Jing looked at Shen in the water for a while, and found no spirit sword on him.

How can this work?Of course, this is also his dereliction of duty as a master.

I saw Shen Zaishui nodded, and said: "I went, but when I went, I was blocked by the senior who guarded those swords in the sword mound. He said that my sword heart is not stable yet, and the swords inside will not choose me as the master."

"Most of the swords in the sword mound have become conscious. If they are not sincere, they will naturally not choose you. Now that your sword is determined and your sword heart is firm, it's time to go to the sword mound to find a sword. As a sword repairer, you should have a A sword with a handle that suits me." Rong Jing said lightly.

Shen Zaishui: "Yes, the disciple knows."

"Okay, let's go." Rong Jing beckoned him to leave.

But submerged in the water, he didn't move, his gentle face became more and more hesitant, "Master, I..."

"Huh?" Sensing the strangeness of sinking in the water, Rong Jing asked lightly.

Shen Zaishui told Rongjing about the inexplicable scene he dreamed when he was thinking about retreating. Since the master is here, he doesn't have to go to the uncle's side anymore.

But just when he was about to ask, Shen Zaishui found that he couldn't open his mouth, let alone draw those pictures.

"..."

Rong Jing waited for a long time, but did not wait for the disciple to speak.

Unable to tell those scenes, sinking in the water helplessly, he could only shake his head in the end, and he saluted gently, "It's nothing, I'm the one who disturbed the master, and the disciple will leave."

Looking at Shen Zaishui's figure slowly disappearing outside the hall, and thinking of the young man's hesitant appearance just now, Rong Jing's brows slightly furrowed, the relationship between him and Shen Zaishui's master-student is indeed very weak.

Rong Jing saw Shen Zaishui just now, and thought about repairing the relationship between master and apprentice, but the things he asked were all dry.Moreover, he practiced ruthless swordsmanship, no matter how close he was with others, he could only go so far. He couldn't be as friendly as his junior brother Lu Mingkong with every disciple. Now Shen Yushui has grown up and become a gentle and polite senior brother , it seems that he is not needed anymore.

After leaving the main hall, Shen Zaishui frowned remembering what he wanted to ask earlier.

It seems that only he knows about the images he dreamed of during the retreat, and once he shows signs of expressing them, he will be silenced.

Sword Tomb.

When sinking into the water this time, there was no obstacle.

The old man guarding the door glanced at him, and removed the barrier, "You have found the way of the sword that suits you. Not bad, go in, and hope to find a good sword."

Shen Zaishui bowed to him, "Thank you, senior."

After Shen Zaishui stepped into the sword mound, the stone door behind him closed suddenly.

The sword mound is very large, divided into several rooms, and each room has many swords.Some of them are plugged into the wall, and some are placed in the sword slot.

The swords in the sword mound are really alive. Many swords sensed that someone was coming, and they buzzed one after another, wanting to choose a good master for themselves.

So, just after taking two steps, sinking in the water, he was almost hit on the head by the hilt of the sword flying towards him.

He grabbed the sword that was flying towards him and pulled it out of the scabbard. The spirit sword shone with a sharp white light in the dim sword mound.

Shen Zaishui made two rounds of sword moves, but found that it was useless.

So he put down the sword and apologized softly to it: "Sorry, I can't be your master."

The sword trembled, and the blade stood up and shook, as if responding, and then quickly flew back to its original position.

The more he walked into the sword mound, Shen Yu touched many swords before and after the water. They were all conscious, and they were indeed rare spiritual swords, but when Shen Yu picked them up, he always felt that they could not be well integrated with human swords. Not out of sword intent.

Sinking in the water, I had to put them down and find another more convenient one.

But after wandering around the sword mound for a long time, I still couldn't find one that suits my heart.

Wei Wei sighed inwardly, then sank into the water and staggered a step, he seemed to be tripped by something.

Looking down, he sank into the water and picked up the thing that tripped him.

It is a sword, it is still in the scabbard.

The scabbard and the hilt are black, and there are star stones embellished on it, which looks very delicate.

There are simple patterns and imprints on the hilt of the sword. With the faint light in the sword mound, the name of the sword can be barely discerned when submerged in the water.

"Galaxy."

Shen Zaishui shook his head, wiped its scabbard and hilt carefully, and wanted to put it on the stone wall where the sword hangs.

The sword didn't quite suit him either.

No matter from the name or appearance, the sisters in the division should like it a little more.

But when he was about to hang it, he found that the sword refused to leave his hand no matter what, as if it was stuck on it.

It also looks like a very spiritual sword, but it is a bit mischievous, sinking in the water and bending the corners of its lips.

Then he lightly tapped the hilt of the sword with the other hand, and said in a somewhat helpless voice: "I am not suitable for you, you should find another master."

"How do you know it's not suitable?" A clear voice suddenly sounded in the sword mound.

"Who?" The originally gentle young man became vigilant, and even the smile on his lips restrained a little.

The next moment, a white light flashed before Shen Yushui's eyes, the sword in his hand fell off, and a young man appeared in front of him out of thin air.

That young man in silver-haired snow-clothed skin is as white as snow, with deep pupils that appear to be submerged in water, and there is a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, which looks strangely gentle and beautiful.

Gentle and beautiful, I don’t know how I would think of this word, it’s still used on a man, it’s out of place no matter how you look at it, Shen Yushui twitched at the corner of his mouth, and quickly recovered, he looked at the white-haired beauty in front of him, and asked: “You Is it the sword spirit?"

Outsiders of Jianzhong were not allowed to enter, and the young man suddenly appeared, and his identity became clear at once.

The white-haired youth in snow clothes nodded, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes: "Well, my name is Su Xinghe."

He smiled at Shen Zaishui, his eyes sparkling.

Such a gentle person is actually a sword spirit.

Shen Zaishui knew that the sword spirit was a bit arrogant and domineering. Referring to his master, he did not expect that the sword spirit was also approachable.

Shen Zaishui's voice was slightly lower, and he said to Su Xinghe, "Zai Shenzaishui is the senior brother of Yunshui Sect."

He hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to address Su Xinghe, so he could only look at Su Xinghe blankly.

Su Xinghe said softly: "I see, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Why do you think this sword is not suitable for you?" He asked again, with a hint of grievance in his tone.

"..." After meeting Su Xinghe's grievance-seeking gaze, Shen Zaishui was silent for a moment, but he quickly moved his eyes away.How does this make him say that he despises this sword for being too delicate and feminine?

If you say it, you might be beaten by the sword spirit.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Xinghe said, "The sword is not smooth, you have to try it. You have tried other swords, why did you give up when you came to me? Do you dislike me?"

Facing the question of the sword spirit, Shen Zaishui was a little embarrassed, "That's not what I meant."

There are quite a few spiritual swords that can produce consciousness in the cultivation world, but those that can produce a complete sword spirit are rare.

A conscious spirit sword master, and a spirit sword that gave birth to a sword spirit have even higher vision. How lucky he is to be favored by a spirit sword that gave birth to a sword spirit.

It's just that this sword is really not what he wants to choose.

Just when Shen Zaishui was racking his brains to reject the sword spirit, he heard Su Xinghe say: "I only choose one master in my life, and I only choose the person I see in my eyes. I heard that the world outside the sword mound is very good, I want to go out and see Look. If you reject me, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of here again in my life."

As he said that, the corners of the young man's eyes turned red, and tears overflowed from his eyes.

To be honest, it is a rare sight for a beauty to shed tears. Even if this is a man, but he can't help but look good, and his heart softens a little when he sinks in the water.

Perhaps aware of the thought of sinking in the water, Su Xinghe picked up the sword from the ground and handed it to him again: "Try it, the sword is not suitable for your hand, you will know after using it."

Shen Zaishui took over the Xinghe sword, and the moment he held the hilt, the spirit sword buzzed and trembled, and even made a sound of contention.

"It likes you very much." Su Xinghe looked at Shen Zaishui and smiled, then added inwardly: Me too.

And after Su Xinghe finished saying this, sinking in the heart of the water inexplicably had a feeling that this sword was very familiar, and there was also a vague fit, as if it had been with him for a long time.

"Have you thought about it?" Su Xinghe looked at the young man holding the sword with bright eyes, his eyes were full of stars and expectations, waiting for the reaction of sinking in the water.

Shen Zaishui tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and with a flash of thought, the hilt of Xinghe Sword rubbed against his palm, as if responding to him.

Let it go, Shen Yushui thought, so he nodded to Su Xinghe, "Think it over, I'll take you out."

Su Xinghe's brows and eyes stretched, "Then I'll take care of you from now on, master."

When he called the master, his tone was a little soft, and there was something indescribable.

A little unaccustomed, he sank into the water and touched the tip of his nose, "Ahem, don't call me master, just call me by my name."

"The identity is different, it's better to call you master." Su Xinghe was a little stubborn about the address, and he refused to change his name.

"...It's up to you." Shen Zaishui felt a little helpless.

When leaving the sword mound, the old man guarding outside the sword mound was stunned when he saw the young man behind Shen Shui. When he was about to call him, he saw him make a "shh" gesture to himself.

So the old man just nodded.

When the backs of the two were gone, the old man shook his head and muttered: "This little ancestor will actually recognize the master one day, this is a sword spirit that even the master and elders can't tame. Forget it, if you don't want to be in the sword There have been some big commotions in the tomb all day long, making them unsafe."

"I'll take you to see my master first." Shen Zaishui turned his head and said to the young man following behind.

Su Xinghe met his eyes and smiled, "Okay."

Sunk in the water and turned around again, Su Xinghe followed behind him, the gentle and harmless smile on his face gradually faded.

He didn't expect that he would be reborn and have a chance to see Shen Yushui again.

At this time, the master was still high-spirited and warm-hearted. He hadn't been possessed by a demon, nor had he loved anyone to the point of being insane. More importantly, he was still alive.

Therefore, he still has a chance to save him and prevent everything that will happen in the future.