After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

Jiang Qianzhou looked at Sheng Zhaoyuan's back, still recalling the scene just now in his mind.

Sheng Zhao smiled: "I want Master Jian to stay with me in the secret realm."

Stay close?

Instantaneous moment is not separated.

The ice and snow melted in Jiang Qianzhou's eyes for a moment, and then immediately returned to ice-cold in the next moment.

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes.

Meditation.

It's funny to say that Jiang Qianzhou himself didn't know what the palpitation he just had just meant, nor why he had to restrain himself.

Jiang Qianzhou's way of swordsmanship is ten thousand zhang ice, and any snow flakes are his murderous weapon.

And hundreds of years ago, he was famous in the cultivation world with his sword of frost and cold. Since then, everyone has known the title of Yuan Qing, and everyone has known the title of Wanzhang Bing.

As the kendo improved, he also became more cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and he also became more and more disgusted with the feeling of being easily controlled by one person.

Only Yu Anyi, the little apprentice raised by himself, still has some sincerity, and is too indulgent and partial.

Jiang Qianzhou slowly opened his eyes. He treated Sheng Zhao like a good sword just out of the oven, and he only wanted to temper it into a weapon in his hand.

If it goes too far, An Yi must be unhappy.

It was contrary to expectations, as the days passed, Jiang Qianzhou became more conniving towards Sheng Zhao, and gradually stopped caring about Sheng Zhao's usual offensive behavior.

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Sheng Zhao raised his sword to Yuanqing Peak, but was stopped at the door.

He raised his eyebrows and looked: "Brother Lu, what's the matter?"

Lu Jing frowned: "Little brother, I have seen you come to Jianzun every day, but..."

He looked hesitant and lowered his voice: "Coerced by the sword master? I have to—"

Sheng Zhao interrupted: "Brother, you are worrying too much, no one in the sect dares to coerce me."

Lu Jing's expression became even uglier.

Seeing the reprimand from his junior brother after they left the confinement room, he probably didn't like Master Jian in his heart.

If it wasn't for the sword master's coercion, why would the junior brother come to Yuanqing Peak every day?

unless……

Lu Jing: "Young junior brother... volunteered to find Sword Master?"

Sheng Zhao responded lightly: "Yes."

Lu Jing was puzzled: "Why?"

He had a solemn expression on his face: "Little brother's previous words let me see the face of Sword Master, and it made me and other brothers remember it in my heart. Why did I do the opposite of what I said?"

The smile on Sheng Zhao's face disappeared: "There is no reason."

Lu Lin clenched the sword in his hand, pursed his lips, and softened his tone: "Junior Brother, you told Senior Brother Lu, but what did Sword Master say to you?"

Sheng Zhao frowned, with a cold expression: "I know Senior Brother Lu has good intentions, but Master Jian has never lied to me. Everything I do is out of my heart."

"It has nothing to do with senior brother."

Lu Jing made a slip of the tongue, all out of his own mind?

He recalled how his younger brother was engrossed in cultivation, day and night, when he first entered the master's school, or even entered Taoism.

At that time, the Immortal Venerable also said that he was an idiot...

Now that the younger brother is doing this, is he learning swordsmanship from the sword master?

Lu Jing was silent for a while, before saying, "I see."

Sheng Zhao nodded, walked past Lu Jing, and walked into the gate.

As soon as he walked in, he bumped into a clear chest.

Sheng Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Qianzhou.

He took half a step back, and in order not to let Lu Jing find out, he whispered, "Are you eavesdropping on us?"

Jiang Qianzhou's expression froze, and for the first time, he didn't reprimand, but explained in a cold voice: "It just happened to come."

Sheng Zhao said "Oh", passed Jiang Qianzhou with his hands behind his back, and continued walking.

However, Sword Master Yuan Qing, who always valued the order of dignity and inferiority, walked side by side with Sheng Zhao.

Jiang Qianzhou looked sideways at Sheng Zhao slightly.

Is it all out of heart?

Sheng Zhao: "Why did you come out?"

Jiang Qianzhou: "You are late."

Sheng Zhao glanced at the sky, coughed in a low voice, his voice was muffled: "It's late to bed."

Jiang Qianzhou couldn't help but want to pat Sheng Zhao's head with his fingers, but restrainedly withdrew his hand halfway: "This is not an example."

Sheng Zhao was a little surprised: "You won't punish me?"

Jiang Qianzhou: "You want to be punished?"

Sheng Zhao smiled: "No, it's just that I'm not your disciple, so even if you want to punish me, it's not justified."

Sheng Zhao spoke provocatively, but Jiang Qianzhou was already familiar with Sheng Zhao's way of speaking, even though he was angry, so he didn't want to waste his mind to argue anymore.

He said: "Shut up and practice your sword."

Sheng Zhao snorted, drew his sword and went towards Jiang Qianzhou.

These days, competing with each other has become their daily routine.

Jiang Qianzhou easily dodged.

Sheng Zhao immediately launched the next move.

In the dense forest, the two of them advanced and retreated together with the wind.

With one sword closed, Sheng Zhao stopped, his breath unsteady: "Speak."

Jiang Qianzhou whispered about the flaws and mistakes in Sheng Zhaofangcai's sword: "If the opponent is good at dodging like the deity Fangcai, you should not try to find him with the sword, but force him with the sword."

"If a sword fails to hit, it will be divided into thousands of illusory sword intents, and they will be struck hard, making it impossible for him to avoid it."

Sheng Zhao was thoughtful: "I see."

Jiang Qianzhou: "Also, you made a mistake just now."

Sheng Zhao: "Which style?"

Sheng Zhao's swordsmanship is so dense that it is hard to explain.

Jiang Qianzhou thought for a while, he stood behind Sheng Zhao, Zhang Chuda grasped Sheng Zhao's hand.

Sheng Zhao froze and struggled.

Jiang Qianzhou was half a head taller than Sheng Zhao. He lowered his eyes, just in time to see Sheng Zhao's soft ears, and couldn't help lowering his head slightly, ordering: "Don't move!"

Sheng Zhao paused, and responded in a low voice: "Okay."

There was a hint of sarcasm and pleasure in his eyes.

Jiang Qianzhou, in your last life, you refused to teach me every style and method, and even touched my hands with dirty hands.

Why is it that this life has been pasted like a dog's skin plaster, asking me to learn from you?

ridiculous.

So, Sheng Zhao endured his disgust, let Jiang Qianzhou hold his hand, and swung his sword.

Jiang Qianzhou imitated Sheng Zhao's mistake and rehearsed it first, and then rehearsed the correct one.

He said in a low voice: "Picking and stabbing horizontally, the sword intent is concentrated on the tip of the sword before it can be struck."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Frost Cold Sword Intent hit the trunk in front of him in an instant, causing the branches to sway and leaves to flutter.

It seems that his heartbeat is a little messy now.

Jiang Qianzhou lowered his eyes slightly, and it was the sharp and beautiful side face that was close at hand, and it was full of the fragrance of Sheng Zhao.

Take a light sniff, as if you can be intoxicated.

Sheng Zhao imitated his skill just now, and let Jiang Qianzhou not let go of his hand, and swung a sword by himself.

again and again.

He didn't stop until he was exactly the same as Jiang Qianzhou's sword.

Jiang Qianzhou watched Sheng Zhao learn the sword skills he taught him little by little, and even the slightly cool sword intent from Xia Zhi was stained with a little bit of winter ice that belonged to him.

His heart was in a mess again.

Sheng Zhao turned his face to the side, with a smile on his face, his chin was raised slightly, and he said proudly, "I have learned it."

Jiang Qianzhou closed his eyes and let go of Sheng Zhao: "Yes."

Jiang Qianzhou's face was still cold, and he rubbed his fingertips with his hands hidden in his sleeves. It seemed that the feeling of holding the young man's hand still remained on his fingertips.

As warm as jade, but also extraordinarily soft.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

His voice became colder, but he added a compliment: "Very good."

When Jiang Qianzhou taught Yu Anyi before, he seldom praised him. Even when Yu Anyi did a great job, he only got a cold "not bad".

Yu Anyi simply didn't care about people who praised him.

But now, looking at Sheng Zhao's expectant eyes, Jiang Qianzhou thought for a long time before saying a rather dull "Very good".

Sheng Zhao seemed to be particularly easy to be satisfied, and snorted softly: "What are you going to practice next?"

Jiang Qianzhou moved his lips: "Windless Sword."

The young man is very obedient, he can practice whatever he says.

Lifting the sword is the style of Wufengjian.

So Jiang Qianzhou watched the red clothes dance in the silence, and the dense sword light cut through the fine shadows of the trees.

He didn't bat an eye.

Jiang Qianzhou thought while watching.

There was silence around him, but his heart was restless.

How could he be so easily distracted?

He thought of Yu Anyi, who was still in seclusion and fused with his spiritual bones, and couldn't help restraining the surging emotions in his heart.

When An Yi left the customs, and saw that he took Sheng Zhao as his apprentice, he would definitely feel a little displeased, if he gave Sheng Zhao the favor he gave An Yi.

It will be sad to specify.

He couldn't be sorry for An Yi's expectations.

Jiang Qianzhou's eyes were complicated. He had been in the upper position for a long time, and he hated the feeling of restraint the most, so it was difficult to make a choice for a while.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help but look at the young man in red with the sword.

The young man's eyes are not obedient, on the contrary, they are perverse according to his temperament, the red clothes are like fire, and he is flamboyant.

It made Jiang Qianzhou's desire to keep this fire in his hands even stronger.

His heart moved.

No, before An Yi left the customs, he would have indulged Sheng Zhao a little bit.

After all, Sheng Zhao will worship under him in the future.

As a master, you should be more partial to your apprentices.

Afterwards, he will tame Sheng Zhao as a "sword in hand", and it will not be too late to take back these preferences.

Jiang Qianzhou thought about it, and sighed slightly: "Do you want to learn Wanzhangbing?"

Sheng Zhao retracted the sword, a little surprised: "The way of Sword Master is not my way, why should I learn it?"

"I just need to learn my master's way well."

Sheng Zhao's refusal deepened Jiang Qianzhou's thoughts, and he narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

He will let Sheng Zhao take the initiative to learn Wanzhangbing.

Jiang Qianzhou made up his mind: "We'll stop here today, you can go back."

Sheng Zhao said "oh", turned around and left without hesitation.

-

"Someone told me that you have... been looking for Jiang Qianzhou every day?" Standing in the snow, Wu Yu asked Sheng Zhao who was sitting under the plum tree.

Sheng Zhao was startled, and smiled: "Yes, why did Master suddenly ask this?"

Wu Yu sat down, and the snow flakes shook off him: "Why?"

Sheng Zhao narrowed his eyes and took a sip of tea: "There's no reason, just go if you want."

Wu Yu didn't make any more noise, but also held tea and drank slowly.

No one touched the food on the table.

Until the rice in the bowl slowly becomes cold.

Wu Yucai heated it up with spiritual power, concealed the complexities in his eyes, and said in a slow voice: "Don't get angry."

"As a teacher, I won't interfere with your decision, as long as you know it well."

Wu Yu: "Let's eat."

Sheng Zhao stood up: "I don't have any appetite, Master, let's eat, I'll go back first."

Sheng Zhao turned around and left without looking back.

He thought, now that he has made up his mind, he can no longer soften his heart.

No matter who.

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