Fu Luan

At night, Xu Youming sat on the ground in front of the short table outside, writing lesson plans by candle.

Tomorrow is the day of his annual lecture, and all the disciples of the sect are paying attention. Although Xu Youming is a sword cultivator, he is also No. 1 in the sect in terms of Taoism. He also dabbled in formations, and every time he gave a lecture, most of the disciples who hadn't retreated in the door and hadn't gone out to practice would go to listen, and there were always the most people.

Although Xu Youming is indifferent, he has always been dedicated and meticulous in his duties.

Le Wuyan was bored, and made some noise from time to time while sitting on the sidelines.

At one time, I fiddled with the wick on the candlestick and listened to the crackling sound. At another time, I fiddled with the long and short pens on the pen holder.

Xu Youming only glanced at him occasionally and didn't say much.

Le Wuyan probably still felt bored, so he picked up a piece of paper that Xu Youming had just finished writing. On it were a few examples of formations. He glanced at them casually, and said, "The formations you mentioned are too simple. Isn't it easy to see the way to crack it, isn't Xianzun fooling people?"

Xu Youming's eyes fell on him: "Is it simple? Most of these formations come from secret realms above the ground level or in the ruins of ancient powers. Those who can crack them are at least above the refining stage, or have achieved specialization in formation cultivation By."

Le Wuyan choked up: "Really? Oh, that's just my self-righteousness."

Almost revealing his secrets, Le Wuyan groaned, and put the piece of paper down.

These formations are really nothing to him. Not only did he reach the peak of the Mahayana stage in his previous life, but he also has a lot of experience in formations, but now he can't show too much, so as not to provoke people, especially those in front of him. The man doubted.

"Maybe you are talented in this area, so you think it's superficial." Xu Youming said.

Le Wuyan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Cheng Xianzun said auspiciously."

Seeing him hesitate to speak, Xu Youming hesitated for a moment, but finally stopped talking and looked away.

Le Wuyan heaved a sigh of relief, then felt bored, and lay down on the low table and did not move.

The people around him reminded him warmly: "If you want to sleep, go to sleep in the inner room."

Le Wuyan ignored him, didn't even hum, moved his eyelashes a few times, and slowly closed his eyes.

After a while, Xu Youming put down his pen and looked down at him.

The warm candlelight made Le Wuyan's eyelashes thicker, her lips redder, and her facial lines seemed to be softer, like flowing warm jade, just right.

Xu Youming recovered from his daze, picked up the cloak that Le Wuyan had thrown on the couch, helped him put it on, then raised his hand, and carefully touched his cheek with the back of his hand.

Le Wuyan probably felt a little itchy, so in his sleep he raised his hand to catch his fingers and pinched it, then let go.

Xu Youming withdrew his hand, and lightly rubbed the ball of his thumb over the place that Le Wuyan had pinched just now.

Gathering his mind, he picked up the pen again.

Le Wuyan didn't sleep for too long, and woke up unbearably when his legs and feet were sore and numb, he hugged his legs and leaned back, and Xu Youming stretched out his hand to support him.

Putting the other hand on his calf, Le Wuyan felt the familiar spiritual power enter his body, and the stagnant meridian became unobstructed, and his toes curled up in comfort.

"Don't sleep on your stomach like this in the future." Xu Youming let go of his hand and told him.

Le Wuyan was not ashamed to ask him to do it for him again, kicked his two calves, then sat up straight and stretched his neck, and asked him casually, "How long will the immortal be writing?"

Xu Youming: "Go back to sleep."

Le Wuyan: "No, I can't fall asleep."

Xu You thought for a while, then put down his pen again: "Let's go."

Le Wuyan was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

Xu Youming had already stood up: "Since I can't sleep, let's go outside for a walk."

Go out from the hut, walk towards the peak for a while, and then turn in another direction.

The place they went to was the other side of Su Xiaofeng.

Except for the first time to hold the bond ceremony on the altar on the peak here, Le Wuyan has never been here again.

There is an open grassland on the mountainside, and the gurgling water flows through it, shining brightly under the moonlight.

Sitting side by side by the water, Xu Youming picked up some dead branches and built a fire.

Le Wuyan wrapped her cloak tightly around her body. The wind seems to be stronger here, but the scenery is good. The night is low, and the sky is full of stars when you look up, as if you can pick it up.

"It's pretty nice to see the stars here." Le Wuyan sighed casually.

Holding a dead branch in his hand, Xu Youming slowly fiddled with the fire in front of him, the light of the fire reflected in his black eyes.

Le Wuyan bumped his elbow into his arm, and dragged his voice: "Why is the immortal ignoring people?"

Xu Youming: "On Xiaoyao Mountain, there is also such a place suitable for stargazing."

His voice was low, almost a whisper.

The smile froze at the corner of Le Wuyan's mouth, this was the first time Xu Youming took the initiative to talk about Xiaoyao Mountain with him.

Le Wuyan was stunned, Xu Youming kept staring at the jumping fire, and said slowly: "When I went down the mountain to find opportunities, I strayed into a dangerous secret place, escaped with serious injuries, and fell into a coma I fell unconscious at the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain. Because of my injury, I lost my memory and forgot my name and origin. I stayed in Xiaoyao Mountain ever since. He picked me up under a peach blossom tree, so he picked me up for me. His name is Yaoyao, I became a Taoist couple with him, and spent seven years together in Xiaoyao Mountain."

"It's not to bear the burden of humiliation, never has been."

Le Wuyan's throat rolled: "And then?"

Xu Youming: "Then I killed him with my own hands."

Le Wuyan: "...do you regret it?"

The darkness sank into Xu Youming's eyes, and he said, "No regrets, no regrets."

Le Wuyan: "...Oh."

What can he say?

Xu Youming said that he had no regrets, but his voice sounded full of sadness, what is this?What's the point of killing someone and pretending to be hypocritical?

After being silent for a moment, Le Wuyan couldn't stand the dull atmosphere, and muttered: "Dangtang Xianzun is called Yaoyao, do you really like this name?"

Xu Youming nodded: "He took it, there's nothing wrong with it."

Le Wuyan suddenly became angry in his heart. He would rather Xu Youming be more indifferent and ruthless than see him show ambiguity towards himself in his previous life, otherwise what would his own death be?Is it a joke?

"Did Xianzun forget what he said?" Le Wuyan reminded him coldly.

Xu Youming tilted his head and looked at him with doubts in his eyes.

Le Wuyan: "What you said, there is no need to talk about the matter between you and him."

Xu Youming's eyes moved, and Le Wuyan smiled, "So why are you telling me these things today? I'm not him, or do you think I'm him?"

Xu Youming looked at him, raised his hand, and stroked his temple hair: "You are not him, you are just you."

Le Wuyan: "..."

Thank you, I'm angry.

Le Wuyan got up and was about to leave, but suddenly someone around him grabbed his wrist and pulled him down forcefully.

He was caught off guard, and fell back to his seat. Xu Youming had already leaned over, clasped both of his hands, and pressed down hard.

Le Wuyan fell to the ground, his back was hurting, before he could relax, Xu Youming's breath came down, and then his hanging hair touched Le Wuyan's cheek, Le Wuyan only felt itchy , subconsciously closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, meeting Xu Youming's eyes staring at him thicker than the night, he was slightly startled and forgot to struggle.

"What are you doing?" Le Wuyan made a sound from his throat, feeling weak.

Xu Youming's breath was close at hand, and he called his name softly: "Qingque."

Le Wuyan frowned, he is not Qingque, he is Le Wuyan.

Xu Youming seemed to hear the voice in his heart, and repeated again: "Qingque, you are Qingque."

Le Wuyan softly "hmph", with impatience in his tone: "You say so."

Xu Youming looked at him deeply, lowered his head, put the tips of his noses together, and brushed his lips with his lips.

Le Wuyan's eyelashes trembled, he and Yaoyao had such intimate sympathy countless times, although this person killed him in the end, the previous joys were not fake, and he really enjoyed it.

When Xu Youming's kiss fell, Le Wuyan didn't push him away.

Anyway, it's the last time.

Xu Youming bit his lower lip lightly, and Le Wuyan opened his lips on his own initiative, biting the tip of Xu Youming's protruding tongue hard, and let go only when he tasted the smell of blood spreading in his mouth .

Xu Youming's breathing was a little heavy, even though he was bitten bloody, he insisted on not withdrawing, and gently kissed every inch of Le Wuyan's soft mouth.

Le Wuyan, who was still a little restless, gradually calmed down, and instinctively responded to him, with lips and tongue touching, breathing intertwined, almost lingering.

When the lips parted slightly, Le Wuyan opened his eyes, sneering in his dark eyes, and looked at the person above him: "What is the meaning of the immortal?"

Without saying a word, Xu Youming wiped the corner of his lips lightly with his fingers, then lowered his head again, touching his forehead.

The spiritual power blended, and the warmth flowed through the meridians and acupoints of the whole body. Le Wuyan raised his hand subconsciously in comfort, and wrapped it around Xu Youming's waist.

It took a long time for Xu Youming to let him go and prop up his body.

Le Wuyan saw the repressed forbearance in his eyes, and clicked his tongue, thinking that the rumors in his heart were really outrageous, this man was about to suffocate himself from internal injuries, and he actually said that he would not lift?

Sure enough, the appearance is the most confusing thing.

Xu Youming sat back, closed his eyes and meditated for a while.

Le Wuyan was still lying on the ground, stretched out his hand and poked his lower back, teasing with a smile: "Xianzun, do you want me to help you?"

When Xu Youming looked back at him again, his expression had returned to normal, and he had that breezy look again: "Go back, it's late."

Le Wuyan sat up lazily. In fact, just now, if Xu Youming continued, it would not be impossible.

Food and sex, he has always been greedy for enjoyment.

What's more, he himself was also provoked, and this person actually backed away again.

Le Wuyan jumped onto Xu Youming's back, hugged his neck, lowered his head and smiled in his ear: "I don't want to go, the immortal will carry me back."

Xu Youming turned his head to look at him, Le Wuyan smiled and blinked: "Are you okay?"

Xu Youming didn't say anything else, he stretched out his arms, pulled Le Wuyan into his arms, and turned into a horizontal hugging posture, and returned against the wind.