After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

Appearing behind Zhou Changming was a young man whom he had never met.

He smiled slightly, his black and white eyes filled with vague shyness and uneasiness, his face was picturesque, Xuanxiu's back was straight, and he had a dignified bearing.

The gesture of this person coming to ask for directions quietly coincides with a certain scene in Zhou Changming's memory.

He still remembers the light rain in spring that year, and the mountain path was full of apricot blossoms. He followed the system guidance to the mountain gate of Qiancao Valley, and saw a thin young man in white climbing up the mountain from a distance.

At that time, he had just been reborn as Qin Cangyan, and he had only been separated from Lin Chushu for three days, and he had grown from a child to a handsome boy.

Looking at those extremely familiar eyes again, Zhou Changming couldn't read the attachment and admiration he once had, but he felt shyness and apprehension.

"Excuse me... is this the entrance to Thousand Grass Valley?"

With a soft question, he knocked open the mountain gate, and also opened the ten-year journey of cultivating immortality.

Suddenly, Zhou Changming had the urge to cry.

Even if the scene in front of me has changed from a light rain of apricot blossoms to a dense forest, the shock and feeling brought by it are still the same as before.

"The dormitory is at the end of this mountain road. Are you also a participant in this morning dew test?"

He pointed to his side.

"Thank you for the guidance of the celestial venerable. The name of Xiaosheng is Ye Qingyi. He is one of the disciples participating in the test under the disciple of Master Long Yin of the Qingyun Sword Sect."

Ye Qingyi grinned, revealing her pointed canine teeth.

Just at the moment when it was raining in the sky, he pinched out a seal formula, transformed his spiritual power into a wooden umbrella, and opened it for Zhou Changming:

"If the Immortal Venerable doesn't dislike it, then take this umbrella as a thank you gift."

"Thank you." With Zhou Changming's current cultivation, he could actually avoid the rain with a little exercise of his spiritual power, but it was inconvenient for him to brush off Ye Qingyi's kindness, so he took the umbrella with a smile.

Hidden under the edge of the umbrella was the smiling face with bright eyes and bright teeth, and fresh lips. Seeing Ye Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and his face was dyed with traces of blush.

"It just so happens that Senior Sister Che and I are going to meet Ah Zhuo at the dormitory, so let's pick up this little disciple along the way."

Qiu Shengmiao observed the umbrella in Zhou Changming's hand with great interest, "I didn't expect that an illusion can be so realistic. It seems that this year's morning dew test will be exciting."

The four walked up the mountain path talking and laughing, but they didn't know that someone on the cliff a hundred meters away had already seen the whole process.

The normally tight robe hangs loosely on his shoulders, his long hair is not combed, it is wet by the rain, and it clings to his pale face.

There were rustling footsteps behind him, and the man's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't turn his head.

A catkin painted with Impatiens Kodan held the handle of the umbrella, covering him from the rain: "Ah Chu, why...don't you use spiritual power to avoid the rain?"

Yin Xiangrong frowned, and bit her lips lightly.

Even though she kept telling herself not to miss anything related to that person, she still couldn't help but feel pain and soreness in her heart when she saw his distraught appearance.

Lin Chushu didn't answer, but raised his eyes to look at the distant sky, and the straight outline became clearer and clearer after being washed by the rain.

A certain part of the atrium seems to have been gouged out, leaking wind, seeping blood, even because the inside is already riddled with holes, there is no possibility of healing.

He once thought that the meaning of his life was to find that person.

As long as you find him, you can protect him from any harm, even if you sacrifice your life.

But why, when he confessed his feelings, he couldn't read much joy from that person's eyes, only fear and apprehension?

What was that man afraid of, what was he hiding?

His thoughts were chaotic, and the familiar scorching heat swept over his chest again. He resisted the surging violence and killing intent, and looked back at Yin Xiangrong:

"Xiang Rong, can you play a flute piece for me?"

Meeting his gaze, Yin Xiangrong was startled.

It was no longer the cold eyes she was familiar with, but a scarlet purgatory that had been tempered in blood and fire. If she was not careful, it would start a prairie fire with lava.

His inner demons have raged to such an extent?

Yin Xiangrong had a sore nose. In the past, Lin Chushu had never asked her for help. Even when he was suffering from madness, he always endured it alone.

Presumably at this moment, it was really painful.

The vermilion jade flute landed in her palm, and the soothing and melodious tune came out with the sound of rain. Lin Chushu slowly closed his eyes to hide the brokenness and loss in his eyes.

……

The dormitory of the test participants on the other side of the mountain was very lively. As soon as Zhou Changming and others arrived at the entrance, they were attracted by the din of voices.

The candidates for the Morning Dew Examination are all outstanding young people from the sects outside the pavilion, and many of them are disciples of the sect who travel a lot.

Ye Qingyi was obviously one of the best. When he walked near the crowd, he immediately caused a commotion in a small area:

"It's Senior Brother Ye! He is only 25 this year, and he has already reached the late stage of Jindan. It is said that he is only a few months behind the record of the youngest in Chaoyinge's history."

"It is rumored that his swordsmanship is also very exquisite, just waiting to show his skills!"

"I don't know if there is any gambling this year? I want to join in the fun for Senior Brother Ye!"

"..."

Compared to other people's admiration and admiration, Ye Qingyi seemed extraordinarily humble, she just smiled shyly, and then turned to ask about Qiu Shengmiao's other test takers.

It's not a secret, so the latter told him in detail.

"Hey, look over there. Among the contestants from the Mortal School, Min Leru from the Minshan School has the highest cultivation level; as for the Demon Realm and Lingyu, there is a pair called 'Black and White Shuangsha' that is more famous. According to legend, they Can control light energy and dark energy, the strength should not be underestimated..."

If it is said that the cultivation base of human monks is mainly measured by spiritual power, if it is released to demons and spirits, it is equivalent to demonic energy and energy.

Ye Qingyi listened very carefully, so she didn't notice that a man in black had already walked by her side at some point:

"Brother, you are really easy for me to find."

"Huh?!" Qiu Shengmiao noticed Jiang Yuzhuo with a gloomy face, recalling his previous behavior of leaving things alone, he suddenly seemed a little guilty,

"It's Ah Zhuo...haha, how is your work at hand?"

"Thanks to you, the arrangement is finally complete."

Jiang Yuzhuo rolled her eyes sharply, and casually tossed the dormitory key to Ye Qingyi:

"It's fine for my senior brother to release water secretly. Knowing the information of other candidates in advance is against the rules. I don't want to say the same thing again."

What he said was a naked order to chase away guests, Ye Qingyi's smile froze:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully, and I hope Xianzun Haihan."

He tactfully said goodbye to several people, and followed the flow of people into the dormitory.

Qiu Shengmiao looked at Jiang Yuzhuo with resentment in his eyes: "What are you doing so fiercely? You scared away his young disciples. He might be a member of Chaoyin Pavilion in the future."

Jiang Yuzhuo snorted with a half-smile.

Just now, he did have some intentions against Ye Qingyi, so he blamed his senior brother for getting so close to a stranger for no reason, which made him feel irritable for no reason.

Qiu Shengmiao was still angrily planning to continue to choke with him, but Jiang Yuzhuo's eyes suddenly became fixed, and she reached out and picked something from his hair:

"Brother, why is there a caterpillar stuck on your head?"

The color of Qiu Shengmiao's face faded "shua".

He didn't even have time to scream, the whole person jumped up from the spot, hugged Jiang Yuzhuo's neck, and burrowed his head into his arms.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The person in his arms trembled all over, even his voice was trembling. Jiang Yuzhuo got used to his appearance, so he didn't scare him anymore, and just threw Xiao Chong far away.

"Okay, okay, senior brother, I have already dealt with the annoying bugs."

He gently patted Qiu Shengmiao's back, his expression was unprecedentedly gentle, he did not forget to explain to Zhou Changming and Che Jingshu while patting:

"Senior Brother has been brave since he was a child, but he is only afraid of things like caterpillars, to the point where he can instantly lose his strength when he sees them."

Jiang Yuzhuo seemed to explain everything, but he didn't seem to explain anything.Seeing that Qiu Shengmiao was unwilling to get off his body for a while, he simply pinched the soft flesh around his waist, "Come down quickly, there are so many people watching."

"I won't," Qiu Shengmiao hummed angrily with her head buried, and slapped him back.

"Last time you clearly said it was all right, but when I let go, the caterpillar was right in front of my eyes, so I won't do the same trick a second time!"

The brothers and sisters in front of them were pinching each other endlessly, Zhou Changming was trying to persuade Che Jingshu, who was beside him, to persuade her, but unexpectedly, she was smiling like an aunt, and looked fainted.

What happened to this world?This is clearly a pure brotherhood, okay?

He rested his forehead and sighed: "Sheng Miao, let him go, it's really all right, I checked carefully, and there are no caterpillars around for a long time."

"It's still reliable," Qiu Shengmi reluctantly pushed Jiang Yuzhuo away, "As for you, it's really not possible."

"You..." Jiang Yuzhuo raised his eyebrows,

"Senior brother, if you don't know what is good or bad anymore, I will report your bad behavior of absenteeism today to Master, and see how he will punish you."

This was an unintentional remark, but when Zhou Changming heard it, his heart suddenly moved.

Perhaps, this is an opportunity to ease the relationship with Lin Chushu.

"By the way, after being tired for so long, do you want to eat hot pot?"

He squinted his eyes and smiled, "As the saying goes, there is no trouble that cannot be solved with a hot pot meal. If one meal fails, you can have two meals."

Jiang Yuzhuo and Qiu Shengmiao looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes:

"What is hot pot?"

……

It was night, the moon and stars were sparse, and there was only the faint sound of wind in the mountain trails.

The feet of the plain white robe meandered on the ground, and Lin Chushu walked up the stairs bathed in the moonlight. When he passed a gentle slope, he suddenly slowed down.

There was a strong smell of rice in the air, which seemed extremely abnormal in the empty Mo Xingsi.

Immortals will not think about food after they form pills and bigu. Even if they occasionally satisfy their cravings, they will choose light and health-preserving medicinal diets.

But right now, the strong aroma is mixed with the pungentness of rattan pepper oil and spices, and also mixed with the fragrance of thick mushroom soup, which makes people feel their index fingers move and their stomachs rumbling.

It is definitely impossible for Qiu Shengmi and Jiang Yuzhuo to cook this kind of ingredients, the only possibility is...

There was a throbbing pain in his heart, and the demon who had tried his best to stabilize was about to move again. He closed his eyes and planned to turn around and leave.

But at this moment, a hand stretched out from the slanting stab and grabbed his sleeve.

The sweet fragrance of illusion that hits around me is unique to the mirage that has completely entered the mature stage, the crisp and charming taste.

"I've been waiting for you, and you don't even look at it, are you leaving?"

The author has something to say: That year the apricot blossoms were lightly raining, you said you were a civet

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, remember to eat mooncakes~