The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 871

　Ling Yugeng looked serious.

　　It seemed like the injury was serious.

　　”Offended.” Chu Shun said in a low voice.

　　”It doesn’t matter.” Ling Yugeng looked at the torn clothes on his body and hesitated for a moment. Men were not allowed to kiss each other. In addition to Bian Miao’s words just now, after thinking about it to avoid causing Chu Shun to misunderstand, he still picked up a piece of cloth. On his shoulder.

　　Chu Shun: “…”

　　He felt the warmth of the man’s palm through the thin fabric. From the corner of his eye, he could only see the lower half of the man’s face. His eyes stayed on his neck for a moment, his eyes flashed slightly, and he turned his head.

　　People with high cultivation are very sensitive to the murderous intentions of others.

　　Ling Yugeng lifted the fallen stool in the room and asked Chu Shun to sit down.

　　Chu Shun: “Is that human skin?”

　　Ling Yugeng walked over to check it out and said, “Afraid?”

　　Chu Shun pursed his lips.

　　Ling Yugeng knew that although he looked calm and had been ostracized a lot in the house, he was afraid that it was the first time he saw such a scene, so he did not comfort him and said: “If you want to practice Taoism, you will have to face such a scene in the future. Yes.”

　　Chu Shun did not answer.

　　Ling Yugeng was not afraid of this kind of scene. In terms of human emotions, the system was inherently lacking. He walked to the human skin and studied it. He walked around the room. The human skin was fresh, and the corpse of the original body was so ghostly. Xiu should not have thrown the body too far away.

　　The room was in a mess. There had been a lot of fighting before, but no one had disturbed it yet. This was because the ghost cultivator had set up a soundproof barrier around it. Ling Yugeng walked to the bedside, opened the bed curtain, and saw the pale-faced man with his eyes closed on the bed. The little fat man looked like he was dead at first glance, but when he checked his pulse, he found that his pulse was weak, but he was still alive.

　　”Is he dead?” Ling Yugeng heard Chu Shun ask this question in an overly cold and calm tone, as if he was asking if he had eaten.

　　He paused with his fingertips. Chu Shun’s emotion when he asked this question was too weak. There was no hatred or other emotions.

　　”No.” Ling Yugeng said, “I still have one breath.”

　　”Oh.” Chu Shun lowered his head.

　　There was neither pleasure nor regret, just a simple “oh”.

　　Ling Yugeng has not forgotten the high concentration of his blackening value.

　　He turned around and asked bluntly: “Do you want him to die?”

　　Chu Shun lowered his head and fiddled with his robe with his fingertips. He did not answer his question. The young man Qingyue asked in a low voice: “Master, do you think , shouldn’t I think so?”

　　”Having hatred is normal.” Ling Yugeng said, “People have seven emotions and six desires, love, hate, anger and ignorance. He bullied you first. It is inevitable that you will have resentment, but don’t let this become yours. Inner demons are of no use in cultivating the Tao.”

　　The man did not criticize his mistakes or rights, but simply stated a fact. This answer was unexpected by Chu Shun, but it seemed reasonable.

　　He stripped himself off, stood in the position of a bystander, and gave the guidance that a master should give.

　　Chu Shun: “Master wants me to let go?”

　　”Follow your heart.” Ling Yugeng said.

　　Simple is easier said than done.

　　Ling Yugeng asked him why he wanted to practice Taoism, whether it was for family honor or to prove himself.

　　Chu Shun was silent for a moment and said he didn’t know.

　　Ling Yugeng: “It doesn’t matter, there is still time in the future.”

　　Chu Shun seemed to remember something again, and took out something from his arms, which was a golden bell the size of a baby’s fist.

　　”This is what I just found on her.” Chu Shun said.

　　He put the thing in Ling Yugeng’s hands without warning, and Ling Yugeng took a look.

　　The surface of the bell was smooth, but there were many rune carvings inside. It was the thing of the ghost cultivator, and the reason why Jian Zong was chasing him here – the soul-catching bell.

　　This thing can confuse people’s minds.

　　”Since you got it, it’s your opportunity.” Ling Yugeng put the thing in his hand, “Put it away.”

　　Chu Shun didn’t catch it, and the bell slipped from his hand, and was caught by Ling Yugeng’s hand in the air. Holding the bell, the bell would not make any sound unless it was filled with spiritual power. Chu Shun looked away weakly and coughed twice.

　　Ling Yugeng looked at his dying appearance, lowered his head, took off the brocade bag from his waist, put the bell in for him, and hung it on him again.

　　Chu Shun’s whole body was only slightly damaged here. His waist was so slender that if his belt were torn, his pants would not be able to hold them up and would fall down.

　　Chu Shun glanced across the man’s face, lowered his eyes and fell on his fingertips, watching him tie the brocade bag carefully for him, and then let go of his hand.

　　”I’ll go out and take a look.” Ling Yugeng said.

　　Bian Miao has been away for so long and hasn’t come back, maybe something happened.

　　After the man said this, Chu Shun watched the man walk towards the door without stopping.

　　He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips with his fingertips, and then looked down at his palm.

　　That sword is a man’s natal magic weapon.

　　He recognized it.

　　As a cultivator, no one would ever put his or her natal magic weapon in the hands of others. If the natal magic weapon is even slightly damaged, the sea of ​​consciousness that the cultivator is connected to will also be affected.

　　There was a “pop” sound from the other side, accompanied by the woman’s cute “ouch” sound. Ling Yugeng opened the door, and Bian Miao fell in.

　　Ling Yugeng turned sideways and avoided: “…What are you doing here?”

　　Bian Miao rubbed his elbows and stood up, “Didn’t Master ask me to get clothes for my junior brother?”

　　This was obviously eavesdropping outside the door.

　　Chu Shun is only fifteen years old!

　　Ling Yugeng felt that the thoughts of Hehuan Sect disciples were really dirty.

　　Bian Miao raised his eyes and glanced at Ling Yugeng’s unclear face, somewhat unsure of his thoughts.

　　Although the original person took in a few disciples, he seldom disciplined them and usually kept them free. These disciples were not very clear about the master’s habits.