【Ice Autumn】Crossing Mountain Spring

Luo Binghe blinked, and said dryly with difficulty: "...Master."

Shen Qingqiu looked at Luo Binghe's pale face, feeling indescribably blocked.

Originally, in this life, he had already made up his mind to stand in the position of a protector, protecting people no matter what he said, at least not to let Luo Binghe suffer the grievances of the past again.However, now that people are being tossed like this by himself, Shen Qingqiu has no choice but to feel distressed and guilty.

The sense of security that "the script is in my hands and I have it" was completely swept away. Not only did I fail to make good use of this advantage of predicting the plot, but it made this life worse in some aspects.

Shen Qingqiu wished that his old face would knock on the system, knock himself back into the furnace and rebuild.

What are you doing yourself!

Sure enough, falling in love makes people owe their IQ, and love is really a bad thing!

In fact, he just talked about it for a while.After Luo Binghe lay on the bed for a few days, he was worried and scared for a few days. He felt distressed and regretted. He felt that Luo Binghe's injury really seemed to be on his body. Own.

Shen Qingqiu was annoyed, Luo Binghe didn't speak, instead of the usual cute and clever little white flower, he kept his mouth shut, but stared at Shen Qingqiu with his dark and moist eyes, until Shen Qingqiu's scalp went numb.

Shen Qingqiu coughed slightly, and asked softly: "Does the wound still hurt?"

Luo Binghe immediately shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"...That's good, Binghe." Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, and said what he had always wanted to say: "Master, I have always wanted to ask you, have you encountered anything lately?"

Luo Binghe's hand involuntarily grasped the quilt tightly, "Master, why did you suddenly ask such a question?"

Just as Luo Binghe was about to categorically deny it, Shen Qingqiu suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it on top of his head.Just like the usual habit of smoothing hair, he gently stroked Luo Binghe's hair.

Shen Qingqiu sighed: "Is there anything you can't say to me as a teacher?"

Luo Binghe was stunned for a moment, and the sockets of his eyes suddenly turned red.Tears fell down "bababata", wet a piece of pillow towel.

"..." The hero's big tears really had a miraculous effect, Shen Qingqiu immediately stopped asking, and hurriedly coaxed the child: "As a teacher, I just asked casually, so stop crying."

In fact, even if he didn't ask, he had roughly guessed the situation.It was later proved that the enchantment of Huawu Lake was indeed broken. It happened that Luo Binghe went to check the enchantment routinely. He was probably injured while dealing with Huawu. He didn't want to let himself be aware of it. To hide this period of time.

Coincidentally, as soon as he came back, he caught up with the invasion of the demons.

Shen Qingqiu felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, hating himself for being dull before.If he knew in advance that Luo Binghe was injured, he would definitely...

Sure what?Don't let Luo Binghe play?

how is this possible.

Thinking of the system's extremely inhuman coolness value deduction warning, Shen Qingqiu felt a deep sense of powerlessness.Even if he knew in advance that Luo Binghe had been injured before, he might have to send Luo Binghe on the field in the end.

"What is Master thinking?" Luo Binghe looked at Shen Qingqiu's face, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

"It's nothing." Shen Qingqiu cleared up the expression on his face, and smiled slightly, "As a teacher, I was thinking that this year's Wan Jianfeng's sword selection was delayed due to the invasion of the demons. The peak masters discussed yesterday and planned to postpone it for a while. , at that time, your injuries should be almost healed, why not go with the brothers from Qing Jing Peak and choose a sword that truly belongs to you."

According to Cangqiong Mountain's regulations, only when a disciple reaches a certain age can he go to Wanjian Peak to choose his own sword.Because at that time body refining and foundation building reached a certain level, only then could one be able to control the fairy sword with spiritual power, otherwise, even if you had the fairy sword in hand before then, all you could do was to practice some ordinary sword skills. It can also be done.

And Luo Binghe's cultivation has already surpassed that of ordinary disciples by a large margin. Even though his age is not up to standard, his spiritual power is more than enough.

Luo Binghe's eyes lit up, but he hesitated and said: "But..."

Shen Qingqiu patted him, "Don't worry, as a teacher, I have already agreed with the master of Wanjian Peak, you just go and choose one you like."

Luo Binghe nodded, slowly clenched his hands, and Shen Qingqiu continued: "After your injury is healed, if you don't want to leave, you can move here as a teacher. The side room of this bamboo house has always been empty."

This time, Luo Binghe completely froze.It was only then that he discovered that he had been lying in the side room of the bamboo house the whole time. The room had already been tidy and tidy, and everything was in order. The inkstone is in the center.

Shen Qingqiu wanted to say something, but he was immediately rushed into his arms.Luo Binghe jumped up from the bed, hugged him tightly, buried his face in his neck, his voice choked up: "Master..."

Luo Binghe yelled next to his ear, and Shen Qingqiu felt as if he had been rubbed by a pitiful little beast, his whole body went numb, and even his voice involuntarily slowed down: "Okay, how old is he? Why are you still the same as when you were a child, what do you look like?"

Luo Binghe wrapped his arms tightly around him, and sobbed softly, as if he had been wronged a lot.

Shen Qingqiu was hugged hard, Luo Binghe seemed to wish he could be born in his arms, even a knife couldn't cut him off.Shen Qingqiu was helpless, he had no choice but to stretch out his arms and hug him backwards, stroking his hair.

After a few strokes, Shen Qingqiu felt that his hand was being grabbed.He looked down, Luo Binghe's eyes were red and swollen, with tears streaming down his face, his eyes were pitch black and shiny, besides that, there was another kind of expression that was hard to describe.

Luo Binghe's hand that was holding him gradually tightened, his voice trembling slightly: "Master, don't be so nice to me, disciple... disciple really..."

Luo Binghe's face was quite close to him, his breath was almost spit on his face, Shen Qingqiu's heart tightened, and he subconsciously leaned back.

Luo Binghe froze, let go of his hand as if discouraged, bit his lip, and continued absent-mindedly: "...the disciple is true, there is no repayment."

Shen Qingqiu let out a breath: "What do you want in return?"

Luo Binghe raised his head again, and Shen Qingqiu said seriously: "As a teacher, I don't ask for anything from you. As long as you live in the world soberly and happily, do what you want, and be worthy of yourself and the people around you, that's enough gone."

Shen Qingqiu said slowly: "As for whether you can become a strong person or how high you can stand, I don't care as a teacher."

Luo Binghe listened in a daze, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "But Master, if you are not strong enough, how can you not be bullied by others, how can you protect the people or things you care about?"

Shen Qingqiu taught: "How do you know that if you become stronger, you will be able to protect the people and things you care about? If you become stronger, the price is to lose yourself. A person who can't even protect his own heart, let alone go To protect others?"

Shen Qingqiu paused, picked up his fan, and knocked on Luo Binghe's head half-jokingly: "Besides, you don't have to become stronger, as a teacher, I will always be by your side to protect you."

Luo Binghe felt as if he had been hit with a stick.This sentence, Master once said to him...

Only now, he can't...

Luo Binghe's nails almost quietly dug into the flesh, and said vaguely: "Master... this disciple has a headache."

Shen Qingqiu immediately frowned and said, "Headache? Could it be that there are other hidden symptoms? Tomorrow, I'd better ask Ming Fan to invite your Master Mu to come and see you again."

Luo Binghe immediately shook his head: "No, no, it doesn't matter! Master, this disciple will be fine if he takes a rest."

After being entangled with each other for a lifetime, Shen Qingqiu had already grasped Luo Binghe's temperament similarly. He would act like a baby and beg for comfort with him for a long time if he suffered a little bit of grievance on weekdays, but he had to deal with really serious things by himself.Shen Qingqiu looked at Luo Binghe for a while, and he didn't seem to see anything wrong, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "If you feel any discomfort, you must speak up."

As soon as Shen Qingqiu went out, Luo Binghe took a deep breath and wrapped himself in the blanket.

The demon energy and spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, Luo Binghe curled up into a ball, gritted his teeth and endured it, and it took a long time before he gradually calmed down.

In the heart that calmed down, there was heat and pain.The turbulent thoughts clamored in his heart, Luo Binghe closed his eyes, and slowly stretched his hand into the part of his clothes that had been hot all the time.

Pleasure rose in his body, Luo Binghe gritted his teeth forbearance, his neck was soaked in sweat, and he accelerated the speed of his hands.At the moment of release, Luo Binghe took a deep breath, and murmured two words in his astringent throat.

"Master..."

To be continued