i don't like brother

Brother Han? "Gu Panqiu's tone was a bit puzzled.

When Han Nansong heard Gu Panqiu's doubtful voice, he realized that he had been silent for too long.

He wanted to speak, but his eyes couldn't help being attracted by a crystal clear round bead hanging on Gu Panqiu's sword spike.

If you don't look at that round bead, it's easy to attract your attention.

——On a small round bead, mountains, rivers, pavilions and pavilions are engraved in miniature. The round bead is carved with ice-yun stone, and the cloud-like interior is shining with golden lights.

Such an exquisite thing is worthy of a junior sister.

Han Nansong thought that the ice-yun stone is also very good for the monks of the ice spirit root.

"I recently got a new bottle of Zuichunshan, and I want to invite my junior sister to drink with me."

He came back to his senses and spoke quickly.

Zuichun Mountain is an extremely famous fine wine in Jiangchenju, only five bottles are sold every year.

Jiangchenju's fine wine is well-known in the entire cultivation world, and Zuichun Mountain is its signature fine wine.

A wine drunken fairy once said: Tasting this wine for the first time, it seems to see the fragrant flowers in spring and smell the sweetness in it; drinking this wine again, it seems to drink the beauty of all flowers into the heart; taste it In the end, the fragrance of flowers gradually dissipated, leaving only the clear air of trees and rivers.

After the drunken fairy finished speaking, his eyes became darker, as if he was still reminiscing about the wonderful and unspeakable feeling.

Zuichun Mountain is famous far and wide, and if you want to get a bottle, you have to compete with many real people who are addicted to alcohol. It is not easy for Han Nansong to get it this time.

"I'm a little tired today, and I'm afraid I won't be able to honor my brother's wishes." Gu Panqiu frowned slightly, showing a somewhat embarrassed look.

Han Nansong's expression froze for a moment, apparently he did not expect Gu Panqiu to reject him without hesitation.

But soon, he restrained his expression and said, "Since this is the case, is Junior Sister free tomorrow?"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Han, for your invitation. It's just that I have many things to do tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't be able to come. I'm really sorry."

"You...do you have to be like this?"

"When did you start avoiding me like a snake?"

There was a bit of bitterness in Han Nansong's words.

Gu Panqiu was taken aback when he heard the words, and sighed inwardly: She and Han Nansong have known each other since they were young. Although they don't meet many times, at most once a year, they still have a brother-sister friendship.

Originally, when an old friend invited her, he should have a drink, but Han Nansong never concealed his interest in her.She had no intentions towards Han Nansong, and never intended to accept his feelings, so she had to politely reject Han Nansong many times.

But Han Nansong didn't give up, and Gu Panqiu didn't change his mind either. It was always a bit embarrassing for the two to meet each other.

If you don't plan to respond, why give people hope?

Gu Panqiu's eyes flickered slightly, but he still didn't change his promise, but looked at Han Nansong slightly apologetically.

After a while, Han Nansong smiled wryly and said, "I was reckless, I didn't consider that Junior Sister has already worked hard all day."

"Junior sister, go slowly."

With great regret, he failed Gu Panqiu's insistence and no longer tried to make her change her mind to agree to his invitation, but there was still obvious nostalgia in her eyes, as if she was still hoping that Gu Panqiu would change her mind.

"It's getting late, Brother Han, let's go to bed earlier." Gu Panqiu didn't seem to know that his words were insincere, and after saying this, he went down the mountain.

Han Nansong stared at her back for a long time until her figure completely disappeared.

Junior sister, why do you always refuse to look at me more?

Is it all because of that Xiao Qin?

His hands clenched into fists in the wide sleeves, slowly tightening them, a burst of uncontrollable anger suddenly surged in his heart, a trace of indistinct red mist flashed in his eyes, the red mist appeared unexpectedly and disappeared The speed was as fast as a shooting star, hidden in the dark night, no one saw it, even Han Nansong himself didn't notice it at all.

After a while, Han Nansong slowly loosened his clenched hands, and his figure turned into a streamer.

He landed in a quiet bamboo forest. There was a spring water in the middle of the bamboo forest. The spring water was icy cold, and even a few feet away, he could feel the chill.

The moonlight casts on the ground, depicting the whirling bamboo shadows, the rustling breeze passes through the bamboo forest, and the spring water is rippling. Although the scenery is so quiet, this place is deserted. It turns out that ordinary people can’t stand the bitter cold here, and they are afraid to avoid it. .

However, Han Nansong walked straight towards the spring.

The white outer shirt slipped to the ground, and through the close-fitting underwear, one can see Han Nansong's slender and graceful figure.

Untiing the tie of the inner coat, Han Nansong sank into the spring water.

The icy cold seemed to be able to completely freeze a person's bone marrow, but Han Nansong didn't care, he even felt a faint pleasure.

In this cold spring water, it seemed that he could freeze all the irritability and mixed emotions that had been deep in his heart, allowing him to get a moment of tranquility.

The water drops slipped across Han Nansong's temples, rubbed against his fair and handsome face, fell to his cheeks, and finally slid into the water.His jet-black hair floated softly on the water, swaying gently with the waves.

Tiny drops of water condensed on Han Nansong's eyelashes. They got bigger and bigger, and finally rolled down and melted into his eyes like stars in the sky.

The lingering waves of light reflected between his brows, and the semi-dark grid gave him a bit of nighttime gloom.

Han Nansong sighed contentedly, and all the impetuous energy and blood in his body returned to calm.

Today, the master took the broken sun fruit again according to himself. After taking the broken sun fruit, a hot and domineering heat wave quickly warmed his dantian, and the effect was immediate. Han Nansong even had a kind of injury in his own body The feeling of being wiped out almost instantly.

In fact, that's right, this broken sun fruit is a high-level elixir, even for a monk with the status of Master Qingyu, it can be said that it is hard to come by, and taking it for Han Nansong who has no serious problems is simply Overkill.

It's just that Master Qingyu doesn't care if he is overqualified or not, in short, he cares about the apprentice's injury first, otherwise how uncomfortable it is to see a sick apprentice?

The crushed sun fruit has obvious medicinal effects and is a good nourishing product, but it has an extremely hot taste, and at the same time, it also makes his blood and mood a little impetuous.

Fortunately, the effect of this cold pool is good, it can suppress his impetuous mood.

However, a guilty conscience flashed in Han Nansong's eyes. If his master were to come here to soak in the cold spring by himself today, he would probably be accused of it.

However, as long as the master doesn't know that he secretly came to soak in the cold spring, it will be fine. Han Nansong quickly put his guilty conscience behind him, and his body sank slightly, as if he would not be discovered by Master Qingyu.

On the willow shoots on the moon, Xiao Qin should have practiced with his legs crossed in meditation as he had done many days and nights in the past.But today he did not practice.

His hand was subconsciously rubbing his wrist.

Just now, the imprint of a flower suddenly appeared on his wrist. This breathtakingly beautiful flower that he had seen in the empty mountain secret realm suddenly appeared on his wrist, then slowly shrank, and finally turned into a flower. Small red mole.

The moment the red mole formed, his consciousness was withdrawn from his body, and he entered a space filled with white mist.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness, and time and space seemed to be at a standstill. He could not move forward, nor could he move. He could only vaguely see that there seemed to be an extremely vast space hidden under the white mist.

The moment his consciousness was withdrawn, there was no panic in his heart, and his mind was so calm that there was no fluctuation at all. It seemed that what happened next was not dangerous.

This space is shrouded in white mist. The white mist is not thick, but it can block the line of sight.He couldn't see anything clearly, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity—as if he had seen this place thousands of times before, and walked through it thousands of times.

He should have suspected that this was an illusion, but there was no such doubt in his heart.

He inexplicably believes that this place is not an illusion, but a real existence; he also seems to know that this space should have a different appearance that he is familiar with.

He stood there, unable to move forward or move, but there was a kind of determination in his heart that he could dominate everything in this space. This determination had no reason, but it was extremely natural, as if the golden crow rose from east to west and fell from west.

With a thought, his consciousness was withdrawn from that space again, and he returned to his own cave.

After that, no matter how hard he tried, the red mole didn't respond at all, and he couldn't enter the strange space just now.

But he didn't feel lost or panicked, as if he knew about this situation long ago, and he had a feeling in the dark: that space is there, and he just waits for the day when the dust will settle and the sun will be seen again.

After coming out of that space, Xiao Qin was rubbing his wrist unconsciously, his eyes were calm and his mind was calm.

Such a strange thing happened to him, he should have been a little volatile.But no, he couldn't be more calm.

After a while, Xiao Qin stopped rubbing his wrists, and he regained his samadhi, circulating the aura in his body for several weeks.

As he practiced the exercises, his whole body was gradually covered with a layer of white gauze woven by the brilliance of the stars and the moon, which was inhaled by him bit by bit.

The author has something to say:

Cough, today's gift.Eldest brother has already taken the first step of thinking about Xiao Qin: thinking about him, remembering him, and keeping him in his heart (brooding).