Trying to keep clean every day

Shen Du stared blankly at the dagger in his hand, feeling cool to the touch, and a big question mark floated in front of his eyes.Logically speaking, why did Duan Xiao throw such a precious thing to me so casually over and over again?

Wait, why do I have to pick up the things in his hand and use me as a handyman?besides......

How could there be such a dishonest dog in the world?

Shen An was about to explode, but saw that Duan Xiao's drooping eyelids were slightly red, and the playful look before was completely gone on his face, he choked in his heart, but it was difficult to explode, how could there be such a moody dog ​​in the world?

"Come on, if you have any conditions, you can finish them together. I think that as long as I can afford it, you will depend on me for the rest of your life."

Shen dumb and helpless, simply squatted down next to the bamboo pole, put Duan Xiao's precious dagger in his arms, idly picked up a dog's tail grass and held it in his hand to play with, and let him ask for prices with his neck stuck.

Duan Xiao stood with his arms folded, but he was not as relaxed and casual as Shen An.From an angle that Shen Huan couldn't see, Duan Xiao's folded arms tightly pinched the flesh on his arms, and the skin under the black sleeves was already bruised.The play just now was already greedy, how could he not know that Shen Huan was just playing with him in the daytime, for others to see, Shen Huan's intentions were definitely not what he joked about.

The absurd behavior in the silent day, and the two or two thoughts behind it, are all used to think for the villa, the teacher, and the irrelevant people. Duan Xiao doesn't need to think about it, he can understand it with a look.

The silence is too clean, and the mind is as clear as the deep snow in the forest, and the moonlight is shining, so it is not stained with any filth.And Duan Xiao's going down the mountain this time is destined to be stained with blood and sharpen his sword, and dust marks on his clothes. He intends to incarnate as a Shura, and personally build a devil's den of purgatory for his enemies. How can it be clean?

Duan Xiao tried his best to restrain himself, and said countless words "I don't deserve it" in his dreams. It was already very difficult to give up the idea of ​​using Shen Mu to cultivate, but now he has to convince himself that he is not worthy of him, let alone destroy him, because he is silent.

So, Duan Xiao left quietly, he had made up his mind to let Shen An go, and left tonight.

Until under the shadowy flower trees, seeing Shen squatting at the gate of the villa and waiting for him to go back, the thread that was tense in Duan Xiao's heart was completely broken, and it hit him hard again.

That being the case, no one can take you away from my heart.

Duan Xiao turned his back to Shen Huan, with the cold blade out of its sheath, the sword wind pointed directly at the shadowy and slanted black bamboo in front of him, and said: "I want you to promise me that after you finish your studies, come down the mountain with me."

Immediately afterwards, he crossed the iron sword in front of his arm, and made a gesture of raising his hand, and the sword wind chopped off the mottled bamboo leaves one after another: "I want you to follow me forever."

Shen squatted on the ground, stunned by Duan Xiao Xiaosu's sword intent, glanced at the bamboo clump that had been shaved into bald spots, especially felt his scalp was cold, and sighed in his heart. The problem of hair loss and baldness is all due to Duan Xiao.

Shen Han raised his hands, he was overwhelmed by Duan Xiao's nonsense, he surrendered: "Okay, I agree, it's done, I'll go down the mountain with you."

Shen An felt that it was nothing, so he agreed wholeheartedly.Originally, he worked hard to learn this, just to go down the mountain, not to go down the mountain with whom, so that he can keep an eye on this kid from time to time, in case something happens and he doesn't know it, it's killing two birds with one stone, very happy, why not do it.

Suddenly, Duan Xiao became more focused, and used the first move of the Fufeng swordsmanship on his own.This swordsmanship was meant to reduce complexity to simplicity, lightening the form and emphasizing the spirit, Shen Han suddenly felt that the moon above his head was a little brighter.

But such a hearty sword technique, but it is pitiful to see such a sharp swordplay by Duan Xiao, this child probably has suffered a lot of grievances, life is not easy, he sighed silently.

Shaking his head, according to the martial arts novels he read in his previous life, most of the high-level people would go to the forest to cut down trees and vent their anger when they were in a bad mood. It is dense enough that Shen Han always wants to put up a bulletin board: Prohibition of deforestation.

Seeing that Duan Xiao was getting more and more agitated, he coughed twice and said, "It's almost done, if you have any troubles, just tell me, and I will solve it for you. Don't throw fire with a few bamboos. , I looked at the bamboo forest as if it was carefully maintained by the villa, but later you cut it bare, so it’s hard to explain.”

Duan Xiao really had something on his mind, holding back his fire, but Shen Han made a correct guess, but there was no expression on his face, he just raised his chin to make Shen Han look forward, and said indifferently:

"You don't have true energy fluctuations on your body, so let's lay the foundation here first."

Shen Shen raised his head, the bamboo was very elegant, and it suddenly turned into a ready-made plum blossom pile in front of him, because the bamboo branch itself was skewed and slender, it was much trickier than the ready-made plum blossom pile on the school ground.

Shen An unsteadily stepped on the "small stove" specially prepared for him by Duan Xiao, but felt pain in the soles of his feet, unstable center of gravity, and broke out in cold sweat after not stepping on a few stakes.

Since Duan Xiao promised to teach him, he taught him carefully. Thinking of his strictness towards him, he shuddered in silence, and asked him tentatively: "I said, Junior Brother Duan, you know better than anyone else. I don’t even have any qualifications, how are you going to teach me?”

Sure enough, that life-like voice rang in my ears:

"It's okay, you are young, you are not disabled, I am sure. Recently, your task is only to step on the piles. You need to step on a thousand piles every day, and you can only come down with my permission."

"Ouch—"

A thousand?Shen Han screamed, stumbled and fell, but the fallen leaves on the ground acted as a cushion for him, so he didn't fall, but his feet were so painful that they cramped, and he only walked a dozen piles.

Shen An painfully rubbed his ankle, every inch of his gaze towards Duan Xiao was swearing.What do you mean by "neither crippled nor crippled", is that all you want from me, you little bastard?

Duan Xiao didn't let him go, didn't reach out to help him, but just stood aside, with a serious tone:

"I'll give you one last chance to repent, after today..."

He paused, then suddenly stretched out his hand towards Shen An, who dodged back in fright, but was still easily touched by him, Duan Xiao took out the dagger that was temporarily kept by him from his chest, and picked it up carefully. He took half of a bamboo pole and cut it into a ruler, intentionally moved closer to Shen An, and played with it in front of his eyes, suddenly grabbed Shen An's left and right sides, and spread his palms vigorously:

"If you step on the wrong one, hit it."

"If you're afraid to escape, I'll catch you back, shackle your wrists and ankles, and force you to finish practicing."

Shen Mian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the hairs on his back stood on end, he believed too much in Duan Xiao's words.Shen An had already clearly realized how he dug a hole with his own hands to bury himself alive, he stood up firmly, and cast a mighty and unyielding look at Duan Xiao.It's okay, wait a few years later, when the tomb of the living dead he lived in reappears in the rivers and lakes, he will be version 2.0 of Yang Guo, Guo Er broke his arm and he broke his leg.

In the days to come, he lay flat in the tomb and practiced life-and-death exercises every day, without the company of the delicate and limp little dragon girl, only Duan Xiao, the King of Hades of the Ten Palaces, who never left him, tortured Shen An inhumanely, and Spare no effort to torture yourself.

At night, Shen Huan limped back to Yanlongqi, his arms and legs ached everywhere, his heart and liver ached, and he was so arrogant.

Spending all day and night in the grove without going back to the house, Shen Han almost forgot that in order to please Duan Xiao, he personally made snow skin mooncakes for him. He took out a small pack of oiled paper bags from the refreshment cabinet. He muttered uncomfortably:

"Dog, white-eyed wolf, it's a pity that I went to the kitchen myself and treated me so cruelly. It's useless to blind my skills."

Of course, the gift hasn't had time to be delivered yet, so it's not appropriate to say that someone is a white-eyed wolf.That's just right, Shen An doesn't want to give it away at all.For him now, beating Duan Xiao can't relieve his hatred, because he was squeezed by Duan Xiao, and he didn't even have the strength to beat others.

Give him something to eat?What are you thinking about?

Suddenly, Duan Xiao's cold voice sounded close to his ears:

"give me."

Shen Mu was frightened, turned around and almost bumped into Duan Xiao, he quickly hid the small oil paper bag behind his back, and stared at Duan Xiao:

"No."

Duan Xiao said unhappily, "It was meant to be given to me."

Is this kidding?Shen An felt that his eyes were probably dazzled again, and it was useless to act like a baby.If acting like a baby is useful, he shouldn't bother me so much during the day:

"But I don't want to give it now."

Shen Han held the small oily paper bag tightly, found a stool and sat down, not only did he not want to give it anymore, but I also wanted to eat it all in front of you.There were not a few dollars in the first place, and there was no one left for him.

Shen An opened the oil paper bag on his own, pinched the soft and delicate ice skin with his fingers, the faint sweet smell of glutinous rice rippling from his fingers, he was hungry after a day of hard training, and the layer of crystal icing even evokes His faint nostalgia, where in this world can I find this kind of food, but luckily he can cook it.

Before he could reach his lips, Duan Xiao grabbed Shen Mu's wrist and moved it in the opposite direction.Shen An struggled with strength, he was not as strong as him in the first place, and he was afraid that the mooncake would fall, so he couldn't grab it.

Shen Huan watched helplessly, Duan Xiao gnawed away more than half of the sweet and soft piece of "Nostalgia".

Can you believe that Duan Xiao will snatch food from other people's mouths?

At first, Shen Huan didn't believe it, but when he finally knew the truth, he burst into tears.

Then, Duan Xiao happily ate up the remaining half with his silent hands.

"good to eat."

......

Recently, Shen An practiced hard every day, got up earlier than chickens, went to bed later than dogs, and his quality of life was not as good as the big black cat raised by Elder Jian Lin.Wearing stars and wearing moons, under Duan Xiao's persecution, "obsessed" with swordsmanship, he has no intention of caring about others, and has no energy to pay attention to the strange things that happened in the villa.

If they were as careful as they were when they first entered the villa, looking for clues everywhere, maybe they would be able to find out the real ghost in the villa.

Among the sects, Fanzong has been very uneasy recently, with strangeness everywhere.

It is only seen that every morning class, there are a small group of disciples who have almost practiced the physical exercises to the extreme. If only one person is like this, it is not surprising. Every movement of that set of boxing was done extremely well, and the strangest thing was that the expressions and movements of this small group of people were all exactly the same, as uniform as marionettes, tireless.

The Fanzong disciples in the same row panicked. When they opened their eyes in the first morning class every day, they saw a few more senior brothers with strong physiques and dull expressions than yesterday.The original friends of these people found that they no longer recognized anyone, and Fan Zong became panicked, shrouded in fear and anxiety.

It stands to reason that someone should take care of this matter, but they have no way to ask the elder to come out to uphold justice. Since Elder He lost his prestige ten years ago, he has been pursuing "government by doing nothing". Several disciples who spoke clearly told him It is a "shit stick that makes muddy mud", occupying the elder's seat and not working.That is to say, no one in Fanzong is willing to claim the title of elder, otherwise He Quansang would have no name.

Right now, He Quansang is even more "inaction" outrageous, he doesn't even go to the front of the hall, and stays in the dormitory all day in poor clothes, no one can find a chance to invite him out to have a look at the vision of the morning class.

In the autumn afternoon, the wind is quiet and the sun is shining brightly on the earth. Even though the sun is bright enough, everyone feels bored.

He Quansang's bedroom has not been ventilated for a long time, his pajamas are twisted, his old face is full of decay, but he is barefoot in front of the couch, stirring up Hu Xuanwu.

Suddenly turning around, he picked up a pen and wrote a few cursive sentences without words on the rice paper in front of the case. It was because, even when he wrote a word, he deliberately instilled true energy into the pen, and his strength penetrated the back of the paper.

His face was brimming with almost ugly joy, intoxicated by the feeling of being close to him with true energy, his whole body was as light as if he was on a cloud, even to pour himself a glass of water, he had to control the copper pot with true energy.Since he was a child, he envied those who cultivated immortality, and everyone in the village envied him, but he was judged early on that he had no destiny for immortality.

The water was only half full, but the true energy he was relying on suddenly disappeared, the heavy copper pot fell to the ground suddenly, and the porcelain bowl was smashed at once, and the boiling water in the pot splashed on his feet, he screamed in pain, turned to Huddled in a corner and wept bitterly.

He became a mortal who couldn't practice Qi again, and the sense of crisis at the mercy of others was like a knife hanging over his head, scaring him out of his wits.The scars on his body that had been healed a long time ago felt like real pain. It was left by him being tortured and extorted by Xuanjianzong ten years ago, but now he has made a deal with Xuanjianzong for his cultivation.

He Quansang swallowed a elixir tremblingly, and black air spread from between his eyebrows and hair. His whole face became extremely hideous, but his expression was extremely happy. He stared blankly at the elixir. In the distance, muttering to himself: "Yao Yinzi, there is never a shortage in the villa, those bastards of Xuanjianzong, but they are not even willing to give me half-finished products?"

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