refuse to be a teacher

In fact, Cheng Bi has lived to this age, and has rarely met such an erratic character like Yan Jue, who is difficult to describe in detail in words.

His first reaction was that Yan Jue was very good-looking.In addition, I don't know what words to use to describe him more appropriately.

Yan Jue's good looks are fatal femininity born in his bones.Maybe a few years earlier, when he was in his teens, he should have had the breathtaking and breathtaking appearance of the women in the red portraits in the streets and alleys.

However, the 30-year-old Yan Hao's edges and corners are becoming sharper and more dangerous.Perhaps it was by nature that he coated those beautiful facial features with a layer of aggressive blades, so ordinary people would only feel a little scared when they glanced at it hastily.

Cheng Bi stood there blankly, and even forgot to continue the snow shoveling job.Half a day later, as if he just remembered something, he said dryly towards Yan Juzai's direction, intermittently: "Disciple...disciple has met Master Uncle."

It's a pity that Yan Jue didn't have time to respond.Xue Lan was sticking to his body like a dog skin plaster. It was not enough to wrap around him, but she had to sniff at the side of his neck with her nose. After sniffing for a while, she couldn't smell anything, so she just squeezed closer, and opened her mouth as if to sniff. bite.

Fortunately, Yan Jue stretched out his hand before he could finish his mouth, and pushed him far away with disgust, before he could speak, Xue Lanyin still hugged him and refused to let go, spreading his ape arms to kill him Going around, he asked incoherently, "...Are you all right? Are you all right?"

There was no superfluous expression on Yan Jue's face, everything was just like the day he just retreated.Because Xue Lan couldn't see any other obvious changes around Yan Jue, she only felt that his complexion remained pale. After not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight invisibly. If he was tied up a little tighter, he could even feel a few knots on his body. bone.

"You lied to me..." Xue Lan couldn't help staring at him and murmured, "What are you doing? I don't think it works at all!"

Yan Jue didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, forcing Xue Lanyin to be speechless.After a while, she rolled up her sleeves helplessly, revealing half of her slender wrist. Xue Lan poked her finger to touch it dubiously, and she really couldn't detect a trace of truth from the faintly pulsating veins. air flow.

There is no filling of internal strength, no cultivation base.

It is not like the tragic situation of being exhausted like in the beginning, this time Yan Jue has really stripped the bones, completely insulated from the past evil current banning techniques.

Xue Lanyin still finds it hard to believe, after all, the number of times Yan has bullied and bullied him before is almost too numerous to count—this person still has a breath of immortality in his mouth, so even Lord Yan would dare to make up lies. Swindle.

"No, this... this is too fake." Xue Lanyin shook her head, and then spread her palms to hold Yan Yao's face, "There is no difference between the way you retreat and the way you leave the closed door."

Yan Jue finally had a chance to speak, and he raised his eyes to look at him with a helpless tone: "What difference do you want? I have lost all my martial arts, and now I am a worthless cripple... Do you still want to dislike him?"

Xue Lan kept staring at him, but felt that most of the scenes in front of him were not real enough.Only the voice that came from the ear was slow and powerful, and it kept echoing in my mind over and over again.Only when he heard Yan Bao speak out, did he barely have such a weak and invisible perception of everything he was going through.

"No, I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it..."

Xue Lanyin said in a low voice, her warm palm was still gently rubbing Yan Jue's face.When he realized it, the sockets of his eyes were getting hot. He didn't want Yan Jue to see him crying, so he lowered his head and tried to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, this little trick could not be hidden from his master, and when Xue Lan moved a little, Yan Jue put ten fingers under his eyes, close to the place where the silkworm was lying, and pushed the tears that were about to come out Pushed, and pushed back abruptly.

"I didn't cry, why are you crying?" Yan bullied, "I'm not going to die, are you unhappy?"

"I didn't cry." Xue Lanyin blinked and continued to look at him, "Seeing you still standing in front of me and talking to me... I'm going crazy with joy."

Yan Jue said, "...you just have an extra useless master, just dragging the oil bottle."

Xue Lanyin said slowly: "You are my daughter-in-law, I will support you in the future, and I will provide you with good food and drink."

Yan Jue didn't rush to deny it this time, but just asked lightly: "What do you give me to support me?"

Xue Lanyin whispered in his ear: "...I listen to you, I will give you whatever you want."

Yan Jue stopped talking, wondering what else he was thinking alone.

When Xue Lanyin raised her jaw again, she was able to meet those serious and smiling phoenix eyes, so gentle, as if she wanted to wash away all the pain and pain they had endured recently, and change them into tasteful eyes. Endless bubbling sweetness.

At that time, Xue Lanyin also fell silent.Afterwards, she reached out and wrapped Yan Jue firmly in her arms, closed her eyes, and buried her head deeply in his soft lapel.

From then on, his master will never leave him again...

for sure.

It was the thirteenth day of the winter month, and the sky was filled with snow like a tide, and white shadows accumulated continuously inside and outside the long walk, forming a beautiful spectacle.

The next day after Yan Jue left the customs, an exception was placed on the table at noon with a jar of freshly buried sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the kitchen.Of course, the altar of wine was not for him to drink. When Yi Shangxian was present, Yan Jue could only fill the small porcelain cup in his hand with colorless and tasteless water.

Ever since Fengai sword master Qin Huan committed suicide 20 years ago, Yan Baoyi Shangxian, the two former brothers and sisters of the same school, have never appeared at the same table to have a peaceful meal.

Not even the most basic communication.

No matter what the truth is, at least the two of them have a completely broken enemy relationship on the surface.

However, after so many years, it is rare for them to let go of all the enmities and hatreds involved in the past. At that time, they sat face to face at the steaming small round table in Changxing Residence, and there was no tension as usual.

In fact, Xue Lan had always believed that whenever the two of them spoke a word, they would easily quarrel due to differences of opinion-but unexpectedly, today's meal was particularly harmonious.

Cheng Fang had never seen this "famous" beauty uncle in front of him before, so he sat stiffly between them, even moving his chopsticks tremblingly.

Yan Hao is a nonchalant person, and his appetite after illness is incomparably large.Xue Lan was always eating like a tiger because of his daily diet, but now he seems to be on a diet, so he just propped up one arm and looked at others stupidly.

I don't know how long I've been looking at it, but I always feel that it's not enough.His master, who almost hanged his life outside the Hall of Hades some time ago, is sitting next to him now, even if it is just such ordinary and simple movements as holding the bowl and chopsticks, it is enough to call Xue Lan Because it makes my heart feel sweet and greasy, but at the same time it increases my worries.

As if he was afraid that if he blinked his eyes, such a living person beside him... would disappear again.

Of course, Yan Jue didn't know his apprentice's complicated mood of worrying about gains and losses at the moment, so he just let those eyes stare uncomfortably, so he asked him aloud: "What are you looking at? Is there rice on my face?"

"Huh?...No, no!"

Xue Lan hurriedly stopped her smirk because she just came back to her senses.Yan Jue stretched out his hand and put a spare rib into his bowl: "Eat well, don't think about what you have."

Xue Lan said in a hurry: "Okay, listen to you, listen to you!"

Yan Jue looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but said: "...Like a fool."

The idiot pretended not to hear, and put a piece of lean meat in the bowl of Yan Jian, and carefully picked off the chopped green onion on the surface.The two looked at each other speechlessly for a moment, and both smiled.

Sitting across from him was Yi Shangxian, who didn't say much at first.In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I knocked the bowl and chopsticks hard, and scolded in a cold voice: "Eating should be like eating, where are there so many gossips?"

Xue Lanyin said: "It's just food, give me a few words of advice, and don't let go."

Yi Shangxian said in an instant: "You still talk back!"

"Okay, don't say a few words." Yan bullied and said, "I have to learn from you, who can eat it?"

Yi Shangxian let out a mouthful of anger, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Bizheng who was trembling with fear at the corner of the table.No matter how angry he was, it was half-cooled at the moment, and he immediately stopped talking while holding the chopsticks in his hand.

After a while of silence, Yan Huaxu remembered something, and said to him again: "Seeing that the spring is coming, and the Lingtai Yijian faction is electing a new head, as the leader of Changxing who has been allied with it for many years, don't you take the lead in making a move?" express?"

Yi Shangxian's face paused, and he quickly realized that he sneered and said with disdain: "What do you mean? They push people to the top, do I still want to get some credit?"

Yan deceived: "When Mo Fuqiu took power for the first time, Master and the elderly came to congratulate him in person."

The expression on Yi Shangxian's face was a little cloudy and uncertain. Others who saw it at a glance, couldn't see what was in his heart.When he does things, he has never shown any sense of favoritism, even if there is, it will certainly not be too clear-but the scope of Jielong Seal is extremely wide, ranging from the disputes between China and the Outer Territories to small Frequent turmoil in the inner domain was the last thing Qin Huan wanted to see during his lifetime.

Yi Shangxian has spent his whole life following the old path that Qin Huan walked in those years, but he is quite different from Qin Huan in that most of the time he is rational and cautious to a certain extent, and before he acts, he will hide some of his own paranoid thoughts .

"Why, you don't think it's enough to pull me into the water..." Yi Shang said casually, "You still want to push me up as a target?"

Yan Jue couldn't see the emotion in his eyes through the thick mist in front of the table.

"If a newcomer comes to power in the future and Wen Pianhong is in the deputy position, he can definitely stage a good show of killing people and stealing skins. Anyway, under the cover of a skin, who can tell the truth from the fake?"

Yan Jue poured himself a cup of hot tea backhandedly, and then said: "It would be even better if Gui Wen Pianhong himself became the head of the sect. He didn't even need to think about it, and directly gave Mo Fuqiu to a group of people." Step down, and most of the world's martial arts affairs in the future will have to be intervened by him from the Zhufengmen."

"Then what do you do?" Yi Shangxian raised his head and squinted at Yan Jue's thin and thin body, as if he thought it was funny, and said more and more ironically, "You have only been forced out of your body with the soul-sending curse, and you have already He has become a cripple with no internal strength. Even if there are continuous ups and downs in the martial arts, it is not something you can easily intervene in."

Yi Shangxian paused for a while, seeing that Yan Jue hadn't answered for a long time, he just let out a long sigh, and continued dumbly: "The current overall situation is uncertain, and it is not easy to infer all the results. In addition, a few days ago, the Baiwu man surnamed Cong Inexplicably disappeared, I vaguely feel that... the situation may have to change."

Yan deceived: "How else can it be changed?"

"Before the beginning of spring, Master's remnant soul will definitely take shape once." Yi Shangxian said in a deep voice, his eyes condensed slightly, "If you have any questions at that time, just ask him directly."