Fishing succubus is good at raising fish

Shen Shaotang sighed inwardly, looked at him, and then sat down to learn the posture, closing his eyes and meditating.

The difference from Gu Qinglun is that he has not yet reached his realm, and his mind is empty.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Qinglun finally came out of his meditation. He looked at the young man who was pretending to be handsome, and suddenly said:

"What does Yin Chuxun teach you on weekdays?"

"Trouble base." Shen Shaotang didn't dare to hide it.

Gu Qinglun frowned slightly, "What do you mean by disturbing the foundation?"

Hmm...probably some kind of philosophy.

Shen Shaotang had a deep expression on his face, it was difficult to speak, after all, the other party might not understand.

Unexpectedly, Gu Qinglun wanted to go wrong, and said coldly: "The upper beam is not straight, and the lower beam is crooked."

Crooked Liangzi Shen was stunned for a moment, and then retorted angrily: "My master is generous and taught me to support me. How can he be the person you say is unbearable?"

The next moment, a strong cold air rushed to his face.

Shen Shaotang felt tightness in his chest and watched Qianxue Yuzhuo floating in the air. Yuzhuan realized the danger and "fleeed" in another direction, but his body was stopped by Gu Qinglun.

"Stop...stop!" If this continues, he will burst.

Gu Qinglun's cultivation was really too strong, the jade pendant gradually turned its head abruptly, and slowly brought Shen Shaotang to fly in front of him.

"He cultivated you as a seal, but you treat him as a savior. It's really stupid."

Shen Shaotang looked at him nervously, afraid that Gu Qinglun would find out the secret, so he covered it up: "I haven't built a foundation yet, so how can I cultivate..."

"..."

Even though he said so, the other party still didn't let him go. For the next afternoon, Shen Shaotang stayed in the hall.

There was no doubt that Yin Yuye could not come to take him back.

Shen Shaotang pretended to be obedient and did not resist. After realizing that Gu Qinglun had settled down, he quietly stood up, touched the wall and walked towards the door outside.

"Where are you going?"

"..." Shen Shaotang's outstretched hand was about to touch the door, but he took it back in a timely manner, and said with a smile: "I'm numb, stand up and move around."

He sat back reluctantly like a dying eggplant, staring at the door and thinking, how should he leave?

Maybe it's because the indoor light is not clear, the surroundings are silent, and the faint fragrance of jasmine floats in from the window, as if time has also settled down.

Shen Shaotang was lying on the table bored, fingering a glazed lamp, the light refracted on the glazed surface made people dizzy.

He fell asleep unconsciously.

Even in the dream, it was foggy and snowy.Half-dream and half-awake, he always felt a gaze staring at him.

Shen Shaotang gradually became sober, supported his painful forehead, sat up, looked around blankly, until he saw a dazzling red.

"..." Isn't that the philosophy of love?

Seeing that Gu Qinglun was about to lean over to look at it, Shen Shaotang felt a shock in his body, and at the very moment, he threw himself on the desk, and the things on it fell to the ground, but luckily he protected Xiao Zhe.

Gu Qinglun didn't stop him, but just sat down with a flick of his sleeves, and said: "Don't let your practice go to waste, and you should continue reading and copying mantras on weekdays. If you want to sleep, you can go back."

"Thank you, Master... Xianjun for your teaching." Shen Shaotang embraced Xiao Zhezhe, and when he sat up, his expression was a little unnatural, "But, I didn't bring the talisman book with me."

He really didn't know why this book appeared here, what if Gu Qinglun read the contents... Thinking of this, Shen Shaotang felt a chill.

When he frankly expressed his difficulties, Gu Qinglun's eyes fell on his arms, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said: "You can copy the contents of this book."

"..." Shen Shaotang was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "This is not a book about swordsmanship, but an album about strange people and strange things... There are no words to copy!"

Not only did he shake off his burden of being a "stupid scumbag", but he also exposed the secret of not studying seriously and secretly reading extracurricular books.

Gu Qinglun silently looked at this young man, from the moment this book appeared, there was a "wonderful" change in his convenience.

At first, I was cautious and didn't dare to approach him.Now it looks like a kitten with blown fur, its face is obviously red and its body is trembling, but its face is poorly maintained, but its eyes are particularly bright and charming, betraying its master's thoughts.

Shen Shaotang thought that Gu Qinglun would throw him a book generously, or just leave it at that, but his next sentence made him feel an unprecedented crisis.

Gu Qinglun sat on the cloud like a banished fairy, caught a glimpse of a corner of the world, and lowered his eyes pityingly, "In that case, you can draw it down."

The tone seemed to be "ah, since this is the case, then I won't embarrass you anymore", Shen Shaotang was shot in the knee with an arrow.

"This won't work. Practice is a big deal. How can you copy such vulgar books in front of Xianjun? Xianjun wait a moment, and I'll fetch the book." After he finished speaking, he immediately made a gesture to leave.

Not long after, Shen Shaotang turned back with a complicated expression, because the outside of the hall was full of barriers.

"sit down."

Although Gu Qinglun faced Yin Yuye's face, his orders were not as easy as the other party's.

Under Gu Qinglun's frozen eyes, he walked to the table with one hand and one foot, tightly holding the corner of the book, and said in a weak and mournful voice:

"It's not that I don't want to, if the master finds out that I don't cultivate well and watch these all day long..."

"Even if he finds out, it will kill you."

Although... later on, it might be who killed who.

Shen Shaotang really wanted to wear it back, and slapped himself before going to bed. He sat blankly at the table, holding the pen holder and having difficulty writing for a while.

"I really finished the painting, he won't want to see it?" He murmured in his heart, monks still have this habit.

The system probed: "Haven't you seen such a big storm for a cultivator? You can see that Yin Yuye didn't respond, and this person probably doesn't think anything is wrong."

"Do you know what I'm painting?" Shen Shaotang asked suspiciously.

"I know."

"You open your eyes before you talk."

"..."

When the system opened its eyes, all the sounds behind it were silenced. Only then did he discover that the system had a rule that if it detected "violating" content, it would temporarily cut off the connection with the host.

He raised his eyes and looked at Gu Qinglun who was in samadhi in front of him, gritted his teeth, and thought to ignore it, anyway, it was the other party's request, so he couldn't blame himself in the end, right?

The dots of ink smudged on the rice paper, time passed bit by bit, and a lifelike figure appeared on the paper, it was Shen Shaotang himself, and when he looked down, it seemed as if he was looking in a mirror.

The body part of the character has not been drawn yet, the author showed a puzzled expression, and he blinked slightly, this painting... something is wrong.

Perhaps because the painting was in a daze, he actually felt that the people in the painting were blinking slowly along with him.

With a shake of Shen Shaotang's hand, a drop of ink smeared on the man's face, mercilessly "pasting" him with a layer of mud.

The person in the painting frowned his beautiful eyebrows, his phoenix eyes were angry, and a ball of flames swirled in his clear eyes, reflecting Shen Shaotang's astonished face and the room behind him.

Those two fires were like a vortex, with a strange attraction, trying to suck all his soul into it...

Shen Shaotang felt the aura around him suddenly changed, and he took a closer look, and found that the person on the paper was the same, and there were no ink spots on his face.

It seems that I was too nervous and had hallucinations.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to draw. This page tells the story of two classmates, the rain is pattering outside the window, one is pacing and reciting in the room, and the other is buried in front of the desk.

With the torrential rain, the ears are endlessly noisy, which will inevitably arouse the deepest heat in people's hearts...

Shen Shaotang glanced over the large piece of text in a hurry, turned his head and looked at the pictures on the book while splashing ink.

He drew the outline of another person, that person has the appearance of a fairy, with an outstanding temperament, but at this moment, he is gentle and lowers his eyebrows, holding his sweetheart in his arms, and whispering his feelings in his ear.

The two just cuddled together, but the atmosphere made people blush and heartbeat for no reason.Shen Shaotang glanced at the stickman-like abstract drawing in the book, and then looked at the painting in front of him, comparing the two to decide.

He really couldn't figure out why he would draw himself on it.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in his ears, and it seemed to be raining outside.

Will it rain on Wuwangzong?

Full of doubts, he turned his head to look in the direction of the window, only to find that the sky outside was gray and it was really raining.

Shen Shaotang's pupils constricted, looking at the dilapidated walls, shabby tables and chairs in front of him... What is this place?

He was the only one in this empty hut.

He subconsciously touched Qianxue button, his palm felt cold, but it made him relax a bit, and then a voice suddenly appeared beside him.

"What are you drawing?" Warm breath sprayed on the side of the neck.

Shen Shaotang found that a shadow fell on his body, and a faint scent of pine, wood and cypress penetrated into his nostrils.

He turned his head suddenly, but almost touched the man's lips. The man was tall and leaned down at this moment, trying to look at the painting on his desk from his shoulder.

The young man was dressed in white, dressed as a scholar, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"..." Shen Shaotang looked at the other person's expression, Yin Yuye was not wearing white, and it was impossible for Gu Qinglun to look at him with this expression.

"Master?" He called softly.

"Hmm." Yin Yuye hooked the corners of his lips evilly, and an inexplicable color appeared in his eyes, "Why do you draw such things?"

……what?Shen Shaotang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of horror.

He turned his back to block the table to cover up, and firmly grasped the corners of the tables on both sides with both hands, trying to block Chi Guoguo's sight.

However, Yin Yuye straightened up unhurriedly, retracted the hands around him, and unfolded the "masterpiece" in front of him.

Shen Shaotang touched the table behind him in panic, only to find that the painting was gone.

Yin Yuye looked at the painting seriously, and then said:

"The painting is excellent, and the artistic conception is also meaningful. I didn't know that I would make such an expression, which is a bit unreal..."

Shen Shaotang turned his head away, a blush ran from his neck to his face, he really never thought that he would be so embarrassed, he didn't know how to end it.

"You like me doing this to you?"

No, it's all a misunderstanding...

A slight silver bell rang in Shen Shaotang's ear, and then with a red face, he nodded against his will.

"You have a heart tonight, and so do I. If you really want to do what you want, it's not impossible." Yin Yuye's voice was low and thick like strong wine. He bent down and put his hands on the table.

"It's just that I still have a question in my mind."

Shen Shaotang's head was already dizzy, and his body felt weak and hot for no reason.

The man buried his head in his neck, his lips were attached to his ears, and he murmured in a hoarse voice:

"I don't know if the person in this painting is me...or Gu Qinglun?"

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