Pregnant with a cub of a ruthless Taoist apprentice

Practitioners have excellent memories.

Fang Hui remembered clearly what Qin Su's opponent did back then, and never forgot it for a day.

But emotionally, Fang Hui no longer had the feeling of bitterness and hatred that he had when he first encountered a catastrophe, and he insisted on putting Qin Su to death to relieve his hatred.

All the admiration, admiration, and hatred before have all been transformed into a cognition that Qin Su was the one who raised him, taught him, brought him everything, and destroyed him with his own hands. This person is definitely not a kind person.

But Fang Hui knew clearly that Qin Wan'er was about to be overwhelmed. If he didn't want to watch Qin Wan'er die, he could only follow Qin Su's method.

At this moment, reason left him no choice but to agree.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"

Hearing the affirmative answer from behind, Qin Su told Fang Hui one by one the words he had already thought up: "First of all, and the most important thing is to imagine the teacher as the person you love."

After Qin Su finished speaking, he fell silent, waiting for Fang Hui's reaction.

After waiting for a long time, Fang Hui's voice was slightly dry: "I... can't imagine, I can't find that feeling."

Qin Su naturally expected this, he turned around slowly, a trace of struggle flashed just right on his face, and this trace of struggle fell right into Fang Hui's eyes.

He seemed to have made some unspeakable major decision, his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, and finally, he simply closed his eyes before making a sound: "Do you remember the matter of Yin and Yang caves, imagine, how did you feel at that time?"

Fang Hui frowned slightly, and the scene at that time also appeared in his mind. Indeed, in his life to this day, only what happened at that time was the closest to love, but how did he feel at that time?

Chaos, everything out of control, scorching heat, release after repression, he seems to be no longer himself, this is a novel experience that has never been experienced before, and it is undeniably painful and comfortable.

He took it for granted and asked, "You... want to do it again, so that I can get back the feeling I had then?"

Qin Su was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and immediately opened his eyes and glared at him: "You are really a teacher, but can you tolerate your next offense?" At this moment, for a moment, he hardly knew that he was The acting was shown to Fang, but he was really fired up.

Fang Hui was taken aback: "If not, what should I do?"

Qin Su took a deep breath to calm his mind, and then returned to his original attitude of being a teacher: "Step by step, use the fake to confuse the real."

After finishing speaking, he gave Qin Wan'er a sleeping formula from the air, and personally sent her back to the main peak for resettlement.

After leaving Qin Wan'er's place, the two came to Fang Hui's yard.

As the head disciple and brought up by Qin Su, Fang Hui's courtyard is next to Qin Wan'er, not far from the courtyard of Qin Su and his wife.

In reality, since Fanghui settled in Qingjing Peak, this courtyard has been abandoned, and only Qin Wan'er occasionally comes over to sit and recall the time when Fanghui still lived here.

But it was more than 300 years ago that Fang Hui's yard was not abandoned at this time, and there were traces of life and practice everywhere.

There are new and old sword marks all over the sword sharpening stone on the left side of the courtyard, which shows how diligent the owner is in practicing swords on weekdays.

A big banyan tree is planted on the right side, the canopy is stretched and lush, but if you look carefully, you can see the scale from dense to sparse engraved on the middle and lower part of the trunk.

That's Fang Hui's height from five to 15 years old.

Qin Su walked slowly under the banyan tree, raised his hand to touch the not-so-old scales on the trunk, and his eyes showed a bit of nostalgia: "This banyan tree was planted for the teacher when you moved into this yard. Do you remember, from the age of five to 15, your teacher will mark your height on the tree trunk every year. In the first few years, you grow slowly, and the scale will be denser. Much sparser."

Fang Hui walked silently one step away from Qin Su, his eyes fell on the scale of the tree trunk following Qin Su's words, deep and distant, as if he was also remembering, but in the end he said nothing.

Qin Su didn't seem to care, walked over the big banyan tree, and continued to walk to the small kitchen door on the right.

Open the door and enter, there is no rice, meat, vegetables, etc. It can be seen that the kitchen is not used by the owner on weekdays, but every corner is cleaned spotlessly, and the light is shining.

Qin Su looked around and smiled, then looked sideways at Fang Hui: "You used to clean this small kitchen very well."

Fang Hui stood at the door and did not go in. The shadow of his body blocked the light outside, making the whole kitchen look much darker. To Qin Su's teasing, he only said: "Do it as you like."

However, Qin Su continued to tell the story of the past: "At the beginning, I was busy with the affairs of the master and the clan, and I didn't have time to teach apprentices during the day, so I could only come to teach you at night. You are still young, and it is time to grow your body. After training, Your stomach is always growling with hunger, so the master asked someone to build this small kitchen to make you some supper to fill your stomach at night."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he treated this boy really well in the past. With a bit of guilt towards his deceased mother, he not only took good care of him in life, but also taught him everything in his practice. Wan'er is much better.

In addition, Fang Hui was the only apprentice taught by him personally, and it was his most satisfying work. Later, those disciples were either taught by Fang Hui, who was a big brother, or helped by Nie Qingyun and other senior brothers. Professor's.

If it wasn't for those things that happened later, the two of them would probably still be in an enviable state of filial piety as a teacher, benevolent and apprentice, but if so, Fang Hui would not be able to achieve the current glory by mistake.

Looking at the apprentice who has far surpassed himself, Qin Su didn't even know whether to cry or laugh. He really is a model of self-confinement.

Seeing that Qin Su finished speaking, he suddenly showed a thoughtful look on his face, and stood still. Fang Hui waited for a while, but he didn't see Qin Su's movement, so he could only take the initiative to break the silence: "So what are you going to do?"

He didn't seem to have recovered much emotion from the memories just now.

Hearing this, Qin Su quickly withdrew his thoughts, raised his finger and pointed at Fang Hui's long sword on his back: "Go, go to the yard to practice swords, and let me see how far you have mastered your Jinghong Sword Art. "

Fang Hui held the hilt of the long sword with his backhand, nodded his head, and said simply: "Okay."

Before the words fell, the man had already stood still in the courtyard, and the long sword was unsheathed.

Jinghong Sword Jue focuses on lightness and quickness, and focuses on fleeting and unexpected.

The Jinghong Sword Art that Fang Hui used left afterimages in the air, the previous shadows have not disappeared, but the rear moves have arrived.

Standing aside with his hands behind his back, Qin Su looked at the flying figures and afterimages in the air, and knew that Fang Hui's attainments in this sword art were beyond comparison in the past. exquisite.

Today's Fang Hui is probably still restricted by his cultivation. If he recovers his cultivation of Huashen, his sword art attainment will definitely be improved to a higher level.

This kind of terrifying talent is really beyond the reach of ordinary people, and they can't catch up with flattery. Even Qin Su, who is not mediocre at all, is so jealous that his mind is twisted, and in the end he couldn't help but want to destroy his own most perfect "" work".

But now, Qin Su is happy to see Fang Hui's profound attainments in this frightening sword art.

Seeing Fang Hui getting more and more immersed in it, Qin Su suddenly took out his long sword and joined in.

He created the Jinghong Sword Art by himself, and he knew every move and style by heart. Even if he didn't need to look at it with his eyes, he would know which move it was just by listening to the sound, so once he added it, the two of them quickly entered the same pace. .

The afterimages in the air are dazzling, but they are intertwined; each move does not communicate, but complements each other.

In a trance, as if they really returned to the time when nothing happened, the two moved in the same way, and their styles were in the same frequency, so tacitly understood that no one could get in.

Suddenly looking back at each other, Qin Su seemed to see someone else's shadow from Fang Hui's body, but before he could think about it, his thoughts were pulled back to Fang Hui's body by the synchronized sword formula.

At this moment, while the two were flying and moving, a subtle thing suddenly emerged, which gradually spread in the shadow of the sword.

In fact, this set of Jinghong Sword Art was conceived by Qin Su and his old friend when it was first created. It's just that the sword art has not been completed yet, and the old man has already left, so he completed the second half by himself.

This is a set of two-person sword formulas. If the two swordsmen can enter the state of the same frequency and tune, they will be able to communicate with each other. If this is the case, the power of the sword formula will naturally increase.

Qin Su had never entered into this state with Fang Hui before, for two reasons: one was that Fang Hui was not sufficiently accomplished at that time, and was unable to synchronize with Qin Su who was a Nascent Soul cultivator; There is no need to enter a synchronized state with the apprentice.

Today is not the same as in the past, Qin Su should even be thankful that he can still use this method to narrow the distance between the two.

With the deepening of the synchronization state, Jinghong, Zhaoying, Floating Light, and Lve Ying are all taken by surprise for the enemy, but they understand and understand each other with the two sword wielders.

The center of the eyes is full of the opponent's shadow, not only attacking the enemy, but also standing together through thick and thin, watching and helping each other.

This is the real function of Jinghong Sword Art, a set of two-player sword art with both offense and defense!

The two swords crossed and fell to the ground, causing dust to fly, and the whole set of sword tactics was finally over, but the two sword wielders maintained this posture, without moving for a long time, looking into each other's eyes, it is true that there is me in you, and there is in me you.

It was at this moment that Fang Hui's heart that had been silent for a long time suddenly felt a slight tremor.

He couldn't quite understand his own reaction, and subconsciously frowned slightly, covering his heart with his left hand without a sword, and a little puzzled expression appeared in his eyes.

Qin Su took all these movements into his eyes, retracted his sword and stood still, curled his lips, and asked warmly, "How did you feel at that moment just now?"

Fang Hui also withdrew his sword, his eyebrows furrowed more and more, his eyes staring at Qin Su were full of doubts, his lips moved slightly, and his voice sounded a little fluttering: "My heart... suddenly trembled."