After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Sheng Zhao sat down to eat.

Wu Yu didn't move, she looked down for a while, then picked up the jade chopsticks: "Did Jiang Qianzhou make things difficult for you?"

Sheng Zhao was slightly surprised: "Do I seem to be easy to bully?"

He seems to have just discovered that Wu Yu, who has not been out of Tianshan Mountain all year round, pays special attention to his whereabouts.

Wu Yu didn't say a word, she acquiesced.

Yes.

Sheng Zhao smiled: "Don't worry."

Wu Yu: "He is not a kind person."

Sheng Zhao nodded: "I know."

Wu Yu sighed with hidden emotions deep in her eyes.

He hoped that Sheng Zhao would stay away.

But in the end, this is Sheng Zhao's own way, and he shouldn't interfere too much.

After Sheng Zhao finished his meal and went back to his room.

Wu Yu was still sitting where she was, and after a while, she got up and left.

He didn't spend spiritual energy to warm him up today.

A gust of wind blew slowly under the plum tree, shaking off a few plum blossoms.

The teacup on the table that Wu Yu had just used turned into powder the moment it touched the breeze.

It was blown to the ground again and melted together with the snow under the moon.

-

Sheng Zhao got up very early, in addition to meeting Jiang Qianzhou, he also rushed to meet his seniors.

He has been greedy for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake for a long time.

Lu Jing pointed to the snacks on the table: "We went down the mountain to buy them for you last night, and warmed them with spiritual power."

A brother: "Yes, the roast chicken is still hot."

Another brother: "Just waiting for you to come this morning."

There is no rule in the world of comprehension not to eat greasy food early in the morning, so Sheng Zhao sat down with peace of mind.

Let the brothers eat together.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is still hot, it is hot to hold, and the fragrance is tangy.

The body of the cake is soft and glutinous, and it is so sweet that the root of Sheng Zhao's tongue is crispy.

Sheng Zhao likes to eat sweets.

Seeing that Sheng Zhao was eating happily, Lu Jing couldn't help laughing: "The powder is all on it, eat slowly."

Sheng Zhao ignored it.

The rest of the brothers: "Don't pay attention to him, the little brother is hungry every time."

"That's right, we eat our own."

Several brothers gathered around the table to eat, laughing and talking constantly.

"In a few days, isn't the Hidden Forest Secret Realm about to open?"

"Why are you talking about this? We can't go there."

"Little brother can go."

Lu Jing continued: "Junior brother is still young, and has the cultivation base of Jindan, so he is qualified to enter the secret realm."

Sheng Zhao also nodded: "I should go to the secret realm to find opportunities to break through the Nascent Soul."

The senior brothers lamented that Sheng Zhao practiced too fast, and said worriedly, "I heard that there are many dangers in the hidden forest, so please be careful."

"Won't that kid Li Hong go too? Tell him to keep an eye on my little brother."

"That's right, besides, almost all the disciples who are able to go there have good friends with junior brothers."

"We don't need to worry about it, just eat with peace of mind."

Sheng Zhao smiled: "Thank you brothers for your concern, what I want to ask is, which elder is leading the team this time?"

Lu Jing shook his head: "I don't know, it hasn't been decided yet."

A dark light flashed in Sheng Zhao's eyes: "I know."

After taking the last bite, he clapped his hands and stood up: "Let's go, I have something to do."

-

Jiang Qianzhou raised his luck with the sword, but what emerged in his mind was the figure of Sheng Zhao Yunjian yesterday.

The red dress is lazy, with proud eyes.

Originally wanting to consolidate the basic swordsmanship, Jiang Qianzhou subconsciously flipped his wrist and used the first move of Wufeng Sword.

Followed by the second form, the third form...

The dense forest is quiet and quiet.

The Wufeng sword remained calm, and only after the first exercise was practiced did the deep sword marks appear on the tree trunk.

After finishing his sword strike, Jiang Qianzhou raised his eyes to look at the sky.

The time has come, but Sheng Zhao is still in the future.

He frowned, put away his sword and walked out.

After half an hour.

Jiang Qianzhou paused and looked up at the tree trunk.

Even though his eyes were slightly squinted by the direct sunlight, he could still clearly see the person lying sideways on the tree.

Sheng Zhao was lying on the tree trunk, seeming to be sleeping soundly, the sunlight fell from the cracks in the leaves and sprinkled on his body.

Eyes closed, red lips slightly parted.

Because of his deep sleep, his overly beautiful features were suddenly softened by the light and shadow, revealing the innocence and charm of a young man.

The red dress was already loosely worn on the body, and the strange sleeping position made the red silk hang down into the air.

As long as Jiang Qianzhou raises his hand, he can grab it.

He fixedly looked at Sheng Zhao's delicate eyebrows and slightly trembling eyelids.

After watching for a long time, he took a slight breath, suppressed the surprise in his eyes, and wanted to wake him up.

Unexpectedly.

Sheng Zhao, who was asleep, turned over unintentionally and fell into the air in an instant.

The red clothes fell straight towards the white clothes under the tree.

Jiang Qianzhou's body froze, and then subconsciously quickly opened his hands, trying to hug Sheng Zhao who fell down.

In fact, he did catch it.

Although only for a brief moment.

The moment he caught Sheng Zhao, the red clothes swept across Jiang Qianzhou's face in the wind.

Jiang Qianzhou smelled a special dark fragrance from the tip of his nose.

Just a slight sniff made his breath unsteady, which was unforgettable for a long time.

On the other hand, he felt that Sheng Zhao in his arms was too light and soft, and for some reason he was glad that he moved so fast that no one would fall.

He looked down at Sheng Zhao.

But met a pair of sleepy eyes.

There was panic and subtle rejection in the clear black eyes.

Before Jiang Qianzhou could react, the next moment, Sheng Zhao turned over and left his embrace, standing firmly on the ground.

Those extremely good-looking glazed pupils were full of alienation.

Sheng Zhao: "Thank you Jianzun, but next time I won't bother Jianzun to make a move, I can land safely."

There was a flash of sarcasm in Sheng Zhao's eyes.

Just now when Jiang Qianzhou approached, he woke up, but he just pretended to be asleep to test it out.

He was laughing from the bottom of his heart.

Xiaojiang Qianzhou's eyes are slightly complicated and puzzled now, Xiaojiang Qianzhou was just looking up at him under the tree just now.

Jiang Qianzhou, your heart is moving.

you are done.

Jiang Qianzhou was silent for a while, then returned to his cold expression.

He skipped the subject: "You're late."

Sheng Zhao smiled and shook his head, denying it: "I've come a long time ago, you didn't realize it yourself, so no wonder I'm here."

Jiang Qianzhou clenched his sword tightly, and reprimanded him with a cold face: "Next time, don't play with this deity again."

"Follow me back to practice swords."

He then turned and walked back.

He didn't even meet Sheng Zhao's eyes.

Sheng Zhao said "Yes" and followed.

Jiang Qianzhou first asked Sheng Zhao to practice a basic sword technique.

From the avenue to simplicity, so is the way of swordsmanship.

Only when the basics are well practiced can we continue to improve.

Moreover, sometimes the seemingly simple things are the most difficult and deadly to master.

Sheng Zhaoxin picked it up.

Jiang Qianzhou watched and nodded inwardly.

Yes, although the sword intent is sharp, it is not reckless.

It's just a pity that it hasn't been stained with blood, and it hasn't been sharpened yet.

Suddenly, Jiang Qianzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

That's right, Sheng Zhao has never seen blood, and his mind is still immature. Apart from being too arrogant, he is a bit rebellious, but he is also extremely pure.

I have never tasted any pain and dirt.

It's like a blank sheet of paper, waiting for others to dye it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qianzhou was a little moved, took a breath, and said: "Yes, continue."

Jiang Qianzhou recited several well-known sword techniques in the cultivation world one by one, each of which was difficult for ordinary people to learn.

Under the dense forest, every time Sheng Zhao made a sword, he accurately and skillfully rehearsed what Jiang Qianzhou said.

He was dressed in red and moved with the sword.

As the sleeves fluttered, the jade arms were exposed, which was set off by the red clothes as snow-white.

After dancing, people realize how thin the young man's waist is usually locked by a wide belt.

The sword light flickered, graceful and graceful.

Jiang Qianzhou stopped talking at some point, his eyes darkened.

Sheng Zhao stopped his movements and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's gone?"

When he practiced the sword, he sweated a little, and a little hair stuck to the side of his face, and there was even one between his lips.

Sheng Zhao stretched out his hand to gently hook it, and asked curiously, "Then I went to rest?"

Jiang Qianzhou: "Practice the whole set of Wufeng Sword again."

If we say that Jiang Qianzhou's Windless Sword intent is bone-chillingly cold.

Then Sheng Zhao's Windless Sword Intent is a coolness in summer, making people hot for no reason, but quenching their thirst inexplicably.

Jiang Qianzhou's Adam's apple moved slightly, and after Sheng Zhao finished the rehearsal, he praised in a low voice: "Not bad."

Sheng Zhao put away his sword, sat on the stone bench opposite Jiang Qianzhou, picked up the teapot on the stone table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Jiang Qianzhou frowned slightly, and said coldly, "There are no rules."

Sit down without asking for instructions, and pour tea without pouring it for him first.

Sheng Zhao understood what he meant, and sneered, "You didn't make this stone bench."

"Besides, don't you have hands?"

Jiang Qianzhou stared coldly at Sheng Zhao.

Not to be outdone, Sheng Zhao looked back, and put down the teapot with a heavy sound.

Under the sight of Jiang Qianzhou who could freeze to death, Sheng Zhao sipped his tea slowly: "Don't try to trap me with those rules."

He snorted again, as if he had given in, raised his hand to pour tea for Jiang Qianzhou, and muttered, "My master doesn't have the airs you have."

Jiang Qianzhou looked at the cup of tea for a long time before raising his hand to drink it.

This action was tantamount to indirectly agreeing with Sheng Zhao's words just now, agreeing that Sheng Zhao could be a little more presumptuous with him.

This was Jiang Qianzhou's first setback.

Sheng Zhao used the act of drinking tea to hide the smile on the corner of his lips.

Until a cup of tea was finished, both of them remained silent.

Sheng Zhao waited for the heat to subside before he said, "I want to ask Sword Master about it."

Jiang Qianzhou: "What's the matter?"

Sheng Zhao: "It's about the secret place in the Tibetan forest."

Sheng Zhao propped his head, with a casual posture: "Isn't the hidden forest secret realm going to open soon? My cultivation base is still at Golden Core, and I'm not yet fifty years old."

"It stands to reason that I have to go this time."

Jiang Qianzhou nodded: "Well, there is a lot of opportunity in the secret realm of the Tibetan forest, and it may allow you to break through the Nascent Soul."

Sheng Zhao frowned, with a rather sad face, and pointed at his forehead with his finger: "The news that I have been to Jindan in five years is known all over the world, but don't some sects in the cultivation world just like to persecute Tianjiao of other sects?"

Jiang Qianzhou glanced at Sheng Zhao's hand supporting his head: "Are you worried that disciples from other sects will stare at you and attack you?"

Sheng Zhao nodded: "Yes, so I would like to ask Jian Zong, who is the elder of Jian Zong leading the team this time?"

"I want my master to give orders to Yi Er so that he can take care of me more."

Jiang Qianzhou lowered his eyes slightly, thinking, the leader leader this time has not been decided yet, whoever wants to go can just tell the elders.

He glanced at Sheng Zhao again, the thin white fingers supporting his head were already curling his hair unconsciously.

The movement of leaning slightly on the table made the young man's collar unopened, and he could see the protruding collarbone.

Black hair and snow skin, thin body, even the red clothes are inlaid with gold threads.

From head to toe, up and down, it looks extremely expensive.

If he was assassinated and injured in the secret place of the Tibetan forest, wouldn't his expensive white paper be dirty?

Jiang Qianzhou said word by word: "This deity leads the team."

"How do you want the deity to take care of you?"