Author: Ming Weiwei

Shu Nong looked at Yan Chang'an who had been practicing sword for a day.

As if I wanted to make up for the abandoned practices these days, I started from the main hall of Wensheng Hall and practiced until the sun set. Even if I was sweating profusely, I never stopped.

Shu Nongguang was watching, her arms were sore and weak. Yan Chang'an practiced swordsmanship, so she slept on the stone table and woke up.

Yan Chang'an couldn't drive her away, so he wanted to change a place with his sword. Shu Nong opened his eyes and followed him step by step.

Yan Chang'an couldn't, so he had to grit his teeth and endure her by the side.

But Shu Nong was really troublesome. Yan Chang'an thought that when he practiced the sword, the leaves that fell from the sword energy fell on her face, he had to take them carefully, and he couldn't wake her up; he was flying with Cangyuan petals falling on her body.

You have to take care of it, pick it off one petal after another, otherwise her thoughts will turn into a spirit body, and the leaves and petals will pass through her and fall to the ground.

Although there are few people in the Palace of Wensheng, it is not uncommon. Today, Liu Xubai came to Wensheng. Her story was spreading in full swing. Qin and Tang were a friend of many, and when it comes, it is inevitable that someone would come and see it.

A look.

He couldn't let them see Shu Nong's appearance as real and vain, so he had to pick the fallen leaves and petals that disturbed her one by one over and over again. Later, he took advantage of the rest and found a few long sticks and unused cloths to give them a gift.

She simply built a shed.

The setting sun has arrived, and the mottled light and shadow fell from the interlaced leaves on the shade cloth. Yan Chang'an took his sword, took out herbal tea from the house, put it on the stone table, and responded with a deep sound.

With a little smile, her eyes were clear and there was no trace of the mist of the newly awakened person. She reached out and took away the tea that Yan Chang'an had just poured and drank it all in one go.

“Good tea.”

The tea leaves no smell when it passes through the throat, and Shu Dan praises him without emotion.

Yan Chang'an didn't even raise his eyelids, and held the teapot and filled the cups in her hand: "I'll take you back."

Shu Nong shook his head slightly, and casually picked up a piece of Cangyuan petal left on the stone table, with a slightly cursive look in his eyes: "No need."

She pinched the teacup with one hand, threw down the direct petals with the other, supported her chin, and took two sips of tea casually: "Today is a good day, I have to find something to do."

When Yan Chang'an was practicing sword, she lay on the table and sleeping. When Yan Chang'an was about to stop and rest, she was energetic and thoughts changed. The dress on her body became the same thing as when he first met her, alone

He walked out of the yard happily.

Yan Chang'an neither planned to follow up to see the situation nor intercept Shu Nong.

She probably wanted to go to the Hall of Life.

She is the spirit of the immortal sword. Apart from the bond between her and the sword master, she is not bound by other constraints in this world. The rules of the human world cannot restrict her. The magic weapons of the immortal sect cannot attract her soul. They come and go freely. Yan Chang'an has the ability to know herself.

He couldn't stop her, and there was no need to put himself in danger for the visible ending.

When Yan Chang'an closed his courtyard gate, he was meditating with Liu Xubai in the Life Palace, circulating his spiritual power around his body to suppress the inner demon who seemed to be making a comeback in his body.

It is really ironic that everyone in the world thinks that he is bright and bright, sitting on the high platform, possessing boundless power, and not only love but also has a bright future and a smooth journey of immortality.

No one knows that in places that are shameful, he has long been deviled in his heart.

Fortunately, he was suppressed by him, even the sect leader Hua Qiu just thought that he almost had an inner demon.

Sometimes Liu Xubai couldn't understand what he wanted. It was obvious that Shu Nong had no such deep emotions before he jumped into the real fire. Even though he and Shu Nong had feelings at that time, they could not compare with the hatred in their hearts, so he could only keep his eyes open.

Looking at Shu Nong's sword.

But things seemed to have changed after Shu Nong's death. He could not find anyone to give away the pastries he brought back in habit; he could not find someone to give away the dress he bought accidentally, and he could not find someone to wear; he subconsciously prepared it in the hall.

No one drinks the sweet tea anymore; he looks at the door when the sun rises every day, and no one runs in with his name while shouting his name.

His former restrained emotions seemed to have erupted afterwards, and guilt and love seemed to grow wildly, but if he asked whether he regretted it, he might regret why he was so weak at the time. In the situation at that time, he chose Shunong to sacrifice his sword.

But he doesn't regret it.

The choice he faces is unsolvable.

The inner demon was bewitching him to the palace of Wensheng to bring Su Buxi back, raising her like a bright moon, coming with great force, clamoring as a coward, laughing and about to break through his control.

Liu Xubai could hardly suppress it. He had barely calmed down his emotions for so many years, and after seeing Su Buxi, it suddenly collapsed.

Liu Xubai adjusted his breath, but Su Buxi's face kept appearing in his mind, causing him to think of Shu Nong uncontrollably. The more he suppressed the inner demon, the more he made him crazy.

The inner demon laughed in his sea of ​​consciousness, mocking his incompetence.

Liu Xubai pursed his lips slightly and prepared to go to the back mountain soul-summoning platform to Jingxin. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly stiffened in place.

It was like falling into an ice cave, his hands and feet were stiff and unable to move, and he was thrown into the fire in a moment, making him sweaty, his mouth and tongue dry, and he was almost breathless.

Not an illusion.

Liu Xubai stared at the figure next to the table not far away.

She pinched a piece of pastry with her slender fingers, first placed it under her nose and sniffed it, then took a sip of it, which was already cold at her hands. After a moment of stiffness, she quietly spit it back into the cup.

It's not an illusion, the person he has been thinking about day and night is right in front of him.

Liu Xubai's Adam's apple moved up and down, and the swallowing saliva slightly relieved the dryness of his throat.

Beads of sweat as big as beans flowed down from his forehead, scattered into his clothes, leaving only a few scattered water marks. The temperature in the house had risen at some point, like a steamer that was heating.

Liu Xubai seemed to have not realized it, stood up in a daze, stumbled and trotted to Shunong for a few steps, and stopped at the table.

Shu Nong seemed to have not seen him, and Gu Zi looked at the tea in the cup in disgust.

Liu Xu rolled his diarrhea apple and wanted to press down the dry itch in his throat: "The sweet tea is in the warehouse, I didn't soak it."

His voice was a little dry, and it seemed to be suppressing something, trembling slightly.

Shu Nong stopped at this time and looked at him with his head slightly raised.

Liu Xubai's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch her carefully.

But when the tea cup in Shu Nong's hand suddenly fell to the ground, when the tea splashed everywhere, Liu Xubai's slightly trembling hands also penetrated Shu Nong's body.

His eyelashes trembled violently, his mind was blank, he took a step back in a daze, his calves became weak, and he slowly landed on the chair with the edge of the table.

Shu Nong blinked and smiled at him.

He sat down, she stood up, walked straight through the square table, circled around him, suddenly leaned down, looked straight into his eyes, his fingertips fell to his heart: "How ridiculous,

Have you had a demon in your heart?"
Chapter completed!