Tao is ruthless

Of course, a mere chain cannot lock Shen Wuchun, but seeing Fu Jiu's expression, Shen Wuchun dare not act rashly.So on the same day, Fu Jiu used the chain to play Shen Wuchun's body without knowing how many tricks.

Speaking of it, when two people quarreled, Shen Wuchun shouldn't be so demanding of Fu Jiu. Fu Jiu was satisfied in this matter, so naturally he could make a fuss with Shen Wuchun.It's a pity that Shen Wuchun doesn't know how to play hard to get, he just thinks that he can make Fu Jiu happy by blindly following Fu Jiu, but he doesn't know that men are always aggressive, if they get the body, they want the heart, and if they get the heart, they want the whole heart.

The stone room illuminated by the candles was bright, and Shen Wuchun was not used to sleeping too brightly, so he slept restlessly with frowning.

Fu Jiu looked at Shen Wuchun carefully by the candlelight. It has been ten years, and the years have treated Shen Wuchun very favorably, without leaving any traces on his face. It is no different from the person in Fu Jiu's memories and dreams.

When Shen Wuchun was young, Shen Wuchun looked into his own eyes, as if they had been washed with water, so clear that he was the only one.Actually no, Shen Wuchun only had eyes for the sword in his hand.Fu Jiu followed Fuyu Mountain from the desert, followed from the city full of flowers to Xueluo Nanshan, but after all, Shen Wuchun couldn't get a glance.

In the past ten years, he has been thinking about Shen Wuchun all the time, tearing up those memories, delusions, and pain, chewing them into pieces and swallowing them.He didn't want Shen Wuchun to have a good life, he was afraid that he would forget himself, and he was afraid that Shen Wuchun would have a bad life and suffer too much grievance.

Shen Wuchun hid the candlelight and buried herself in Fu Jiu's arms.Fu Jiu embraced him, stretched out his hand to caress his cheeks, neck, back, every inch of his skin, caressing this Shen Wuchun who made him love him so much that he couldn't let it go.

"It's just this sword manual. If you want it, why don't I give it to you." Fu Jiu's voice was low, mixed with an unknown amount of hesitation.

Shen Wuchun's breath in Fu Jiu's arms suddenly became heavy. Fu Jiu's hand paused, and he rubbed Shen Wuchun's side face with his fingertips, "Wake up."

Shen Wuchun looked up at Fu Jiu, "Yes."

The look in Fu Jiu's eyes became indifferent, he didn't speak, but just looked at Shen Wuchun in his arms.

Shen Wuchun considered his words, "Back then, I didn't betray you. I didn't know that Yan Wuxie brought so many people into ambush. I really wanted to take you away."

Fu Jiu was noncommittal, but asked, "What about "The Qing Dynasty of Yujie Mountain", do you want it?"

Shen Wuchun hesitated for a moment, "Jade Exhausted Mountain Qing", it would be a lie to say that he was not moved, but at that time, "Jade Exhausted Mountain Qing" was not the most important.

Shen Wuchun shook his head.

Fu Jiu smiled, her breath was cool, "Are you really not moved?" Fu Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at Shen Wuchun, "You have been pursuing higher swordsmanship all your life. If it weren't for my outstanding talent, how could I deserve to go with you? One ride."

"I have something more important than that." Shen Wuchun wrapped his hands around Fu Jiu's neck, raised his head slightly, and placed a cool kiss on Fu Jiu's lips.

Fu Jiu's half-closed eyes trembled slightly, should he believe Shen Wuchun?Does Shen Wuchun know what liking is? Will he also fall in love with someone?

Fu Jiu remembered that one year during the Qingming Festival, Shen Wuchun took him back to Fuyu Mountain.

The Qingming at the bottom of the mountain has long been the recovery of all things, but there is still a whole winter of snow on Fuyu Mountain.

Shen Wuchun took Fu Jiu to pay homage to his master. Fuyu Mountain had been sparsely populated for a day or two. The tomb buried in the south of the mountain was covered by snow, and half of the old plum trees beside it were in full bloom and half were scattered.

Shen Wuchun leaned down to wipe the tombstone clean, placed the sacrifices from the mountain on several plates, and then drew his sword and used the Zhemei swordsmanship completely in front of the old man's tomb.

"Master, I have completed the missing ninth level of Zhemei swordsmanship." Shen Wuchun raised the sword to his forehead and bowed three times.

Fu Jiu stood aside and said, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your master?"

Shen Wuchun glanced at him, with a smile in his eyes, and he said in front of the master's grave: "Master, you used to worry that no one would teach me my moves, and my Zhemei swordsmanship would not improve. You can rest assured now, I met a The genius is the Zhemei swordsmanship that he helped me complete."

Fu Jiu laughed when he heard this, took out his sword and followed Shen Wuchun's example to do the Zhemei swordsmanship once, then raised the sword to his forehead and bowed three times.

"You are my apprentice, logically, you have to pray six times."

Fu Jiu raised his eyebrows, "I'm going to worship three times, and I will follow you at other times, but in front of your master, I don't want to just be your apprentice."

Shen Wuchun looked at Fu Jiu, and Fu Jiu met Shen Wuchun's gaze without giving in.That's all for Shen Wuchun, Fu Jiu may hope that Shen Wuchun can say something about himself.But Shen Wuchun didn't speak, which made Fu Jiu feel a little disappointed.

"Let's go."

"where to?"

Shen Wuchun carried the rest of the tribute, "Go to pay homage to my uncle."

Shen Wuchun and Fu Jiu turned over a mountain, only to see a lonely tombstone in the north of the mountain.

"Why is your uncle so far away from your master's tomb?" Fu Jiu asked, "Do they have enmity?"

Shen Wuchun thought for a while, "That's right."

According to Shen Wuchun, Shen Wuchun's master's son, Sang Cheng, was obsessed with his senior brother Fengli when he was young. After many twists and turns, he finally got his master's blessing and made a marriage contract for his son, Sang Cheng, and Fengli.Fengli married Zi Sangcheng according to his teacher's order. After marriage, the two practiced sword together, confronted each other, and broke through Zhemei swordsmanship together.

It's a pity that Zisang Cheng's love is deep, but Fengli remains unmoved from beginning to end.After so many years, Zi Sang couldn't fall in love, became disheartened, and parted ways with Fengli. When he left, he swore a poisonous oath that he didn't want to see Fengli again in this life.

The two never saw each other again for decades.It's not that Fengli has never looked for Zisangcheng, but the world is so big, Zisangcheng is determined not to see Fengli, and it is difficult for Fengli to find him.

Later, when Zi Sangcheng met his enemies, he was outnumbered and dying.After Fengli learned about it, he went to rescue him.When Fengli repelled the enemy, he found that Zisang Cheng had gouged out his own eyes.He didn't want to see Fengli, and he couldn't turn around and leave like before. In desperation, he went out with his own hands to show that he would rather die than see Fengli.

Fengli brought Zi Sang Cheng back to Fuyu Mountain, and Zi Sang Cheng died of his injuries not long after.After his death, Fengli was so disillusioned that he almost followed him.

"Before Master died, Master told me to bury Master in the south of Fuyu Mountain, and himself in the north of Fuyu Mountain. Because he didn't dare to get too close to my master, and he didn't want to be too far away from my master."

After hearing what Shen Wuchun said, Fu Jiu sighed, "What a deep hatred, I would rather die than see him again."

Shen Wuchun placed the sacrifice in front of Fengli's tomb, and said, "Yeah, I haven't figured it out until now, if my master really hates him so much, why didn't he kill him, instead he hid from seeing him."

Fu Jiu looked at Shen Wuchun's profile, "Do you think your master only hates your uncle?"

"Otherwise?" Shen Wuchun turned to look at Fu Jiu, "As long as he still has a little affection for my uncle when he was young, he wouldn't be so cruel to himself."

"Have you ever thought that your master gouged out his own eyes, not because he didn't want to see him, but because he was afraid that he would see him." Fu Jiu stared into Shen Wuchun's eyes, eagerly hoping to find what he wanted in those eyes .

Shen Wuchun shook his head, "I don't understand."

Fu Jiu's eyes were full of disappointment, he smiled and said, "Yes, you don't understand."

He looked at Fengli's tombstone in front of him, and felt very sad. He suddenly felt that he was somewhat similar to Zi Sangcheng.

A Fengli and a Shen Wuchun are people who can't wait.

Shen Wuchun looked at Fu Jiu's suddenly depressed expression, and asked, "If you were my master, what would you do?"

"I...I will probably kill him." Fu Jiu lowered his eyes and smiled, "I hate him so much, of course I want to kill him."

"Look, your choice is the same as mine." Shen Wuchun still felt that he was right, a person he hated so much, naturally he wanted to kill him soon.

He didn't know there was love in it, but Fu Jiu knew it.And even if Fu Jiu knew about it, he still chose to kill him.A long time later, when Fu Jiu was imprisoned in the dungeon where he could not see the world, he thought more than once, kill Shen Wuchun, kill the person he loves and hates the most in his life.