Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

"Little Ah Shui, would you like to have a sip?" Lu Mingkong sat down, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, shook the jug, and handed the wine to the opposite person who was sinking in the water.

Shen Zaishui shook his head, and gently refused, "No, I will practice swords in a while."

"Tsk, you're getting more and more boring now." Lu Mingkong sighed, then turned around and asked Su Xinghe next to him, "Little Sword Spirit, do you want to drink?"

Su Xinghe glanced at the wine in his hand, and replied lightly, "I won't drink it."

"Okay." Lu Mingkong reluctantly withdrew his acceptance, and sighed, "Hey, one or two, the Yunshui Sect of Nuoda couldn't find anyone to drink with me."

"Because you drink for a day, no one can drink you, and now the Zongmen Grand Competition is coming, everyone is busy with cultivation, and they don't want to be delayed by alcohol." Shen Zaishui said.

Hearing Shen Zaishui say that no one can drink better than him, Lu Mingkong smiled complacently, "Of course no one can compare to me in drinking."

Then he changed the topic again, "In terms of cultivation, there are few people in the cultivation world who can compare to me."

Shen nodded under his heart, what the little martial uncle said was the truth.

Even though he looks like a fool, drinking all day long, and doing nothing in the sect, his cultivation talent is extremely high, and he can even be regarded as one of the best geniuses in the cultivation world.

There have been two geniuses in Yunshuizong these years.

Everyone in Kyushu knows that Sword Master Rong Jing of Yunshui Sect is extremely talented in the way of swordsmanship. After the mastery of Ruthless Sword Art, no one in the world can fight him; What amazes the world is not his kendo talent, but the talisman formation talent. He is the only monk in the cultivation world for thousands of years who has stepped into the catastrophe by relying on the talisman formation.

Also because of him, there are more monks cultivating talisman formations in Kyushu, and their status in the cultivation world is also increasing day by day.

"Well, little uncle is the best." Shen Zaishui nodded and said sincerely.

"Xiao A Shui, did you just say that you want to practice swords?" Lu Mingkong drank the last sip of wine in the flagon and stood up from his chair, "Let's go, I will practice with you. You have compared swords, let me see how your sword skills are now."

Sink in the water: "OK."

When they reached an open space at the top of Tianyu Peak, the two stopped.

The winter had just passed, and the spring was coming, but Tianyu Peak was still extremely cold. The cold wind from the bottom of the cliff swept up and picked up the clothes of the two people in the open space.

Shen Zaishui closed his palms together and then slowly opened them to reveal the Xinghe Sword. He gripped the hilt tightly and stared intently at the person opposite.

The man on the opposite side stretched his right arm back, his palm turned slightly, a long sword with a black hilt and a white body appeared in his hand.

"Little Ah Shui, are you ready?" Lu Mingkong raised his eyebrows, and slid his fingers carelessly across the blade of the long sword, asking Shen Zaishui.

"Ready." Shen Zaishui held the sword and bowed in Lu Mingkong's direction, "Little uncle, let's start."

Shen Zaishui swung the Xinghe sword first. The moment he lifted the sword, the sword was raised, the snow-white sword light flashed, and the soft sword intent spread out, but when it touched Lu Mingkong, the originally soft and harmless sword intent suddenly changed. Ling Lie got up, and the sword intent was raging, as if it was about to tear something apart.

"Huh?" Lu Mingkong was slightly surprised when he saw the sword intent coming from the sky, then raised his hand lightly, and slashed in the direction of Xinghe sword. Powerful voices of contention.

"Not bad," Lu Mingkong nodded, "Now it's my turn."

After the sharp sword was separated, Lu Ming twirled his wrist and held a sword flower casually, then he raised his eyebrows, "Xiao A Shui, look carefully, this is my sword."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and the snow-white sword light came with the momentum of devouring and extinguishing.

Shen Zaishui's pupils opened slightly, he knew that he was far from being his uncle's opponent, but he still held the hilt of the sword firmly and tried his best to receive the sword, "Chun Nuan."

The sword energy of the Xinghe Sword in his hand surged instantly, and when the sword energy swept towards Lu Mingkong, the wind blew across the ground in the early spring, carrying a slightly chilly coolness.

The long sword in Lu Mingkong's hand was stagnant for a moment because of this, but soon, its dead sword intent revived, breaking through the sword energy in an instant, and coming towards the sinking water. Where the sword energy passed, it split the ground There are many cracks.

Shen subconsciously closed his eyes underwater, and then saw a person blocking in front of him, he held the tip of the long sword, and then stared at Lu Mingkong coldly.

"Xinghe?" Shen Zaishui frowned when he saw Su Xinghe's movements and his bleeding hand cut by the sword.

After seeing this scene, Lu Mingkong walked a little closer, looked at Shen Zaishui, and said a little funny, "Hey, what's the matter? Little Ah Shui, your little sword spirit doesn't seem to believe me?"

He has been able to control his long sword freely for a long time. In fact, he has already started to put away his sword intent after swinging that sword, so the sword energy that finally went towards the sinking water is just powerful, and it will not hurt sinking in the water. Unexpectedly, this sword spirit suddenly appeared and grabbed the sword foolishly.

Shen Yushui didn't know that Su Xinghe would come from the side, he had a helpless expression, "Xinghe, I'm fine, little uncle won't hurt me."

Then he tried to pat Su Xinghe's shoulder.

Su Xinghe's eyelashes trembled, and he rolled his beautiful brown eyes, which was a subconscious movement just now.

He always felt that if he didn't block it, he would definitely get hurt if he submerged in the water.

Just like in the previous life, he was trapped in the Xinghe sword and couldn't get out. He could only perceive everything that happened outside. In the end, he could only watch as he was submerged in the water and forced to go to a stranger.

So when Lu Mingkong swung his last sword towards Shen Zaishui, he couldn't take it anymore, and his instinct made him block Shen Zaishui.

I couldn't be with you in the last life, so I can't let you be alone again this time, he thought.

"En." Su Xinghe blinked, and then let go of the long sword he was holding.

Shen Zaishui squeezed his hand, before Su Xinghe struggled, he opened Su Xinghe's clenched fingers bit by bit.

There was indeed a very long and deep wound on his palm, and blood continuously flowed out from his upper mouth, staining Su Xinghe's jade-white hand.

Because of this little accident, the competition between Shen Zaishui and Lu Mingkong ended temporarily.

After returning to the house, I sank in the water and went to find gauze.

Su Xinghe sat on a chair, and Lu Mingkong opposite him was watching him carefully.

Well, why isn't such a good sword spirit his own?He has some regrets.

When Su Xinghe finally couldn't bear to stare at him, he crossed his hands and supported his chin, "Little Sword Spirit, tell the little master, why did you choose little Ah Shui as the master?"

"..."

"Do you want to change the owner? I'm fine."

"……don't want."

When Shen Zaishui came over after taking the gauze and wound medicine, he saw Lu Mingkong was teasing his sword spirit and wanted to poach the wall, so he smiled gently at Lu Mingkong, "Uncle, next time you tease Xinghe, the plum brew here is the best!" No more, no other wine."

When it came to wine, Lu Mingkong's expression suddenly changed, "Don't, I just don't want to be funny, he belongs to you alone, I won't grab it, just don't grab it. Leave me the plum wine, you promised me."

When Lu Mingkong said that Su Xinghe belonged to him alone, Shen Zaishui's ears turned red.

He said silently, carefully pulled out Su Xinghe's hand, dipped a small wooden stick in the wound medicine, and rubbed it on Su Xinghe's hand little by little.

"Xinghe, if it hurts, tell me." Shen Zaishui instructed in a warm voice.

Su Xinghe lowered his gentle eyebrows and replied softly, "I understand, Master, I don't feel pain."

Looking at this picture, Lu Mingkong slightly moved his eyes away, wondering what happened to his toothache.

In the end, he joked: "If you are not the relationship between the sword master and the sword spirit, I would have thought you were Taoist companions."

Shen Zaishui raised his eyes to look at him, "Little Martial Uncle!"

Then he turned his head to Su Xinghe again, afraid that he would feel offended.

Su Xinghe would not mind, he was even very happy, in the end he just lowered his eyes to see Shen Zai Shui bandaging him, and sometimes his warm fingers touched his arm unintentionally, and he trembled slightly.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Shen Zaishui noticed that he flinched a little, and raised his head to ask.

Su Xinghe shook his head, "No."

Watching their every move, Lu Mingkong felt that he was a bit redundant, "I'm leaving."