MTL - The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path-Chapter 132 Too loveless

Lin Shu coughed up blood.

Xiao Shao wiped his blood off.

Lin Shu leaned forward to Xiao Shao's neck.

He could not smell the lingering cold fragrance.

No, it doesn't smell, he can smell it, he knows there's a scent here.

But he smelled this light breath, but never thought of snowy night, plum blossoms and moon.

He looked at Xiao Shao.

Still good looking facial features, but he--

He reached out and traced Xiao Shao's features.

Xiao Shao held his wrist in a hesitant tone and asked, "Baby?"

Lin Shu closed his eyes.

The world was suddenly quiet.

The touching limb, wheezing suddenly ceased to exist at that moment, the ice surface shattered, and he fell into the bottom of the lake, sinking slowly, the stars and the moon in the sky became more and more blurred, and there was a long, long silence in his ears. .

There was a thin layer of sweat on the forehead, but it was gone, and it was slightly cold.

Xiao Shao was calling him with a vague voice in his ear.

He tried to respond, trying to open his eyes, but couldn't open it. After struggling ineffectively, he fell into the memory of many, many years ago.

Master said, it's time for you to learn our Jiange mentality.

The master said, "Youtu, you are talented. You are a rare sight for thousands of years. Ordinary minds and swordsmanship are no longer useful. Starting today, I will practice my" Shangcai "sword school.

The master also said, "Tuer, this exercise is a forbidden thing that cannot be easily taken out even in my sword pavilion. Be careful when you practice."

He was about ten years old at that time.

It seems that from the age of eleven or twelve, he did not feel that he was being bullied.

——I didn't feel that everyone was dirty.

It's just some moving bodies.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, overcast, rainy, and snowy, with five sounds and six rhythms, all have no meaning.

He became an inconspicuous mortal step by step, gradually gradually, many things, do not care.

He is no longer grieved, uncomfortable, and does not want to die.

To die or not to die, there is no big difference, then live first.

It turns out that it's all because of the exercises?

This is the mind of Jiange.

This is the man in the sword court.

From the beginning-that ’s it. He spent nearly 20 years in this life practicing this kind of cold and ruthless mind to the practice of crossing the robbery. Now, if he wants to get the cultivation back, he must return to this mind Go.

There cannot be a second option. This matter cannot be changed, but he did not know it before.

Master didn't tell him, or he told him, but he was too young to understand.

Now he finally understood, but it was too late.

What about Xiao Shao?

How should he talk to Xiao Shao?

His mind is not under his control, and he runs frantically in his body. Frost and snow-like spiritual power has flowed through the strange veins that have just been repaired.

As the spiritual power washed away again and again, some ripples of the previous mood gradually calmed down.

When Xiu Wei recovered, he opened his eyes and met Xiao Shao's eyes.

Xiao Shao looked at him and said nothing.

There was an indescribable look in his eyes.

Lin Shu didn't say either.

Looking at each other like this, Xiao Shao finally said, "Your hands are so cool."

Lin Shu found out now that he and Xiao Shao had fingers crossed.

He looked at the interlocking fingers and was a little bit dreamy, but he didn't even know what was going on.

He said, Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao said, I am here.

He said that my mind is ruthless.

Xiao Shao held his hand and tightened, even holding him a little, and after a while, he slowly relaxed and said, "... It doesn't matter."

"I don't know." Lin Shu said, "I just ... just knew."

He paused, lowered his eyes, and said, "... I'm sorry."

He felt as if he was crying, but without feeling or emotion, he reached out his hand, and his cheek was wet and cold.

"Don't cry, it's okay." Xiao Shao held his face, wiped his tears with his thumb, then leaned down and touched his forehead with his forehead: "I didn't expect it."

Lin Shu shook his head: "It's not you."

He took three years of classes in the academy, and no gentleman had ever taught anything about ruthlessness.

It is just a noun. It will only be carried over when people review the history of Xiandao. There is no specific meaning, and there is no cultivation method.

The Jiange is far north, and it has been hidden for a long time. No organization or force can hear the news. No one knows the specific method of Jiange, let alone ruthlessly talks about such things.

"Tao Yuanjun is not like this," Xiao Shao said, "so I didn't expect you to be like this."

Tao Yuanjun ... isn't it?

But Tao Yuanjun is also a disciple of Jiange. According to Xiao Shao, he also practices the technique of "Sauvignon Blanc" like him.

But now that things have happened, it doesn't make much sense to discuss anything.

Lin Shu looked up at Xiao Shao, and saw a little blood in his eyes.

Xiao Shao said: "Let's go out first, and say later ... be good, don't cry."

Lin Shu nodded.

In his limited memory, he has only watched others cry, never crying himself.

But today in front of Xiao Shao, it seemed as if he could cry at the touch, how could it not stop.

However, at the same time, he didn't know why he cried.

He looked at Xiao Shao and felt a kind of sadness beyond emotion.

Xiao Shao said: "Let's get dressed."

Lin Shu nodded.

Xiao Shao took out new clothes.

When Lin Shu put it on, he saw that there was a red mark on his shoulder, which was left by Xiao Shao Fang, and it was now fading to the naked eye.

There are several places on him.

In fact, it's not very serious, just a pale red color. Xiao Shao said that he was not willing to work hard.

But at this moment, they are all disappearing.

Spiritual power runs and qi and blood flow unhindered. If injured, it will heal more than ten times faster than normal fetal body.

Besides ... it's such a trace.

He looked at the traces, and although he was healing, he felt that he had lost something forever and forever.

Xiao Shao said, "I'll change clothes."

Lin Shu: "... Um?"

"Look a few more eyes," Xiao Shao said, "It will be a long time before I see Xiao Shao."

Lin Shu asked: "When will Xiao Shao?"

Xiao Shao said: "When there is no one."

Lin Shu: "People in Nanxia or Beixia?"

Xiao Shao's lips seemed to be a secretive smile: "Perhaps."

At this moment, his clothes were casually dressed. He just put on his robe, exposed a large chest on his neckline, and good-looking muscle lines. This smile showed a little mysterious and undulating uninhibited.

Lin Shu nodded.

Xiao Shao said: "I went."

He went to the stone screen.

Lin Shu got up from the bed, picked up the folding bamboo sword, and injected spiritual power into it.

As if in the next generation.

Countless scenes flashed in front of his eyes, the stone bench for practicing swords in his youth, the empty and quiet hall of the sword pavilion, the heavy snow falling on pine trees in December, and even the boundless snowfields, snowfields, and fold bamboos sleeping in ice coffins.

The folding bamboo sword is originally a sword from Jiange, and naturally matches the spiritual power of Jiange.

He drew a few sword flowers. When he was a child, he wielded swords ten thousand times a day, and his memory was engraved into his bones. Even after he came to this world, he had not used the sword for three years, and he was still not rusty.

After about a quarter of an hour, Xiao Shao turned from the screen.

No, it's not Xiao Shao, it's Miss.

The black hair was scattered casually, the red coat was glaring, expressionless, but stunning.

Lin Shu looked at Ling Fengxiao's face.

A face very similar to Xiao Shao.

From beginning to end, the face of the young lady has a strange beauty. It does not come from the bright and beautiful features, but from some kind of upside-down feeling, as if approaching the limit of aesthetics.

Now he finally knows that this kind of beauty comes from a mix of two genders, which is different from all simple good looks.

Ling Fengxiao approached him and said, "Go out."

Lin Shu: "Yes."

None of them spoke.

When I walked to the main hall, I saw fruit playing with my brother.

As soon as Guo turned to see them, he leaped at Ling Fengxiao cheerfully, reaching out to hug, "You're finally wearing beautiful clothes!"

Ling Fengxiao picked up the fruit.

Fruit lingered on Ling Fengxiao, and then stunned: "No chest."

The fruit turned to Lin Shu and said, "I also want Lin Shu to wear it."

The half-sweet voice of Crisp Health was abrupt and stopped, turning into: "Lin Shu, what happened to you?"

Fruit twisted his head and reached out to touch his face: "You look so cold."

Ling Fengxiao held down Guo's hand: "Now don't make him."

Fruit flattened his mouth: "Okay."

Ling Fengxiao put the fruit back on the ground and looked at the brother: "If I can go out with him, I would like to ask the seniors to take care of him.

The brother said that the brother's daughter, like my own daughter, would take good care of it.

Fruit made a grimace where the brother couldn't see.

Out of the hole, put the bronze dice, Ling Fengxiao looked at Lin Shu and asked, "How long will it take?"

Lin Shudao: "Two quarters."

Ling Fengxiao said, "OK."

Lin Shu meditated on a rock.

The sky of Qingming Cave is closed and has no connection with the heaven and earth. If Lin Shu wants to fully recover, he must do it here.

The heaven and earth aura, like Baichuan returning to the sea, poured into his body and gathered in Dantian.

He needs a lot, a lot of aura.

It is easy to get across the robbery.

The influx of spiritual power is getting more and more crazy, and even the violent tornado is set off in this world.

This cannot be covered up.

In the distance, the old senior was beaten down again and spit out blood.

The witch retracted his hand, but looked in their direction.

The voice came far away: "The two Taoists have been hiding for a long time, and finally they are willing to show up and meet next."

Ling Fengxiao drew her knife out of the sheath. With the knife of sadness, the sword was as bright as water, hunting in the wind and blood, and walking slowly, she said, "Jiuwen Zun drove his name."

Da Wu Dao: "Rewarded."

The old man on the city wall clearly saw Ling Fengxiao and recognized Ling Fengxiao.

He said, "No!"

If Ling Feng Xiao hadn't heard it, she said loudly, "Lingzhou Ling Feng Xiao, come and learn."

"Beauty comes with a sword to ask for advice. Naturally, it's not easy to shirk," Da Wu whispered, "It's just, why doesn't the friend behind you come to see me?"

Ling Fengxiao said, "If you want to see him, you must kill me first."

The big witch said: "There is always mercy and cherishment underneath."

Anyway, it was a sudden rollover of the robe sleeve, violent murder, swept away!

There is no trace of "compassion and cherish the jade".

Ling Fengxiao is unavoidable, and her whole body is rising steadily, waving her sword to meet!

Lin Shu looked at the scene, closed his eyes, and sank into the meridian of Dantian.

Although he sat in the wilderness without defense, he knew that he would not be hurt by the great witch.

Perhaps it was because the person in front was Ling Fengxiao, Xiao Shao, and not anyone else.