The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 879
The young man was dressed in black, with his waist slenderly outlined by a belt. He finally picked a sword. The sword was of neither high nor low grade, with a silver-blue brilliance, and the hilt was inlaid with spiritual stones.
”Does this…master think it’s okay?” Chu Shun turned around and asked.
Ling Yugeng nodded.
The vision is pretty good.
Chu Shun drew out his sword, and the sharp brilliance of the sword shone on his face. At that moment, a sharp look appeared on the young man’s face. When the sword was sheathed, the strange feeling disappeared again.
”Thank you, Master.” He curled his lips and said with a smile, showing a bit of boyishness on his face.
Late at night.
There was a rustling sound in the forest, bamboo leaves were falling, and the candles in the wing were extinguished. Ling Yugeng stood outside the door for a long time before pushing the door open and entering.
The room was dark, and the outlines of tables and chairs were vaguely visible. Ling Yugeng’s footsteps fell silently. He walked to the bed, lowered his eyes to look at the sleeping person on the bed, and raised his hands to seal several of Chu Shun’s acupuncture points so that he could not hear the outside world. , and cannot feel the body.
He put his fingertips on Chu Shun’s wrist, and sure enough, he saw a wisp of black energy swimming in his spiritual veins, which was demonic energy.
Are there any signs so early?
Ling Yugeng’s brows were heavy. If this demonic energy is not removed, it will only become a hidden danger in the future. It is easy to cause inner demons during cultivation, just like there is a bug stuck in the system data. If the bug is not solved early, it will become a hidden danger. There will be a chain reaction and it can be easily breached.
Coupled with Chu Shun’s bloodline, it is even easier than ordinary people to have inner demons.
Come all come.
Ling Yugeng probed a ray of spiritual energy into Chu Shun’s spiritual veins to clear the bugs for him. The most direct and simple way was to transfer the bugs to himself first, then go back and slowly clean them up.
The spiritual energy entered his body gently, but the boy did not react.
After burning the incense, Ling Yugeng let go of Chu Shun’s hand. When he stood up to leave, he looked at Chu Shun’s arms outside the quilt. The wounds on his arms were bandaged casually and were now loose.
He took out a bottle of medicine. The night did not hinder him at all. He applied the medicine to Chu Shun, re-bandaged his injury, untied his acupuncture points, and then stood up to leave.
The next morning, Chu Shun came to Ling Yugeng’s palace as usual. This time he was not rejected. Ling Yugeng meditated all night last night and was able to fix the bug. Chu Shun’s demonic energy was more fierce than ordinary demonic energy, and he was also less aggressive. powerful.
When Chu Shun came, he was sitting behind the table, pouring tea.
”Master.” Chu Shun stood in the hall and saluted.
The hall is very spacious, with a couch in the middle, which is where Ling Yugeng usually practices.
”Is there anything you don’t understand about the mental method?”
Chu Shundao practiced practice today, and when he reached a certain place, he always felt that his spiritual power was stagnant.
It is normal to have a bottleneck period when you break through a realm. Ling Yugeng asked him to point out the place and brought Chu Shun’s book on mental methods. He knew the mental methods by heart. It was obvious that he had been studying hard in the past few days.
Ling Yugeng asked him to sit down and circulate his spiritual power.
Chu Shun obediently did as he was told. He sat cross-legged next to Ling Yugeng, closed his eyes, and silently recited the mental mantra. The spiritual energy was circulating in his body. Ling Yugeng saw that whenever the spiritual energy reached his Dantian, there was stagnation. His fingertips Xuankong stayed at Chu Shun’s Dantian and gave a few pointers. Chu Shun suddenly became enlightened.
”Don’t be too hasty in your cultivation.” Ling Yugeng said.
Chu Shun lowered his head and said in shame, “Yes, Master.”
His lowered eyes fell on the man’s clothes.
”Go back.” Ling Yugeng said.
When Chu Shun stood up, he stepped on the hem of his clothes. It didn’t matter, he fell towards Ling Yugeng and fell directly on Ling Yugeng’s body. Ling Yugeng caught him.
The young man hurriedly tried to get up, but the result was that he became more and more confused. Ling Yugeng had no choice but to hold his flapping hands and waist.
”Master… Master, forgive me.”
When Chu Shun got up from him, he saw Chu Shun’s face was red, his clear phoenix eyes were evasive, and his lips were pursed. He did not dare to look at him, as if he had run into something big. Damn it, he said: “No problem.”
Chu Shun licked the corners of his dry lips, “What kind of incense does Master use?”
Ling Yugeng raised his eyes and looked at him.
Seeing the dull expression on the man’s face, Chu Shun lowered his head and said, “Disciple, I’m offended. It’s just… smelling this incense makes me feel more focused than usual.”
It seemed that the man always looked like this, motionless.
He raised his eyes, glanced at Ling Yugeng, and then looked away, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Hearing him ask about the reason for the incense, Ling Yugeng breathed a sigh of relief.
As a fifteen-year-old boy, he shouldn’t think too complicatedly about people.
Furthermore, what should he be afraid of as an emotionless system data?
Thinking of this, Ling Yugeng felt that he had thought too much before.
Chu Shun was only fifteen years old. For so many years in the Chu family, no one had made friends with him, and no one knew what love was.
It’s him who has defeated every tree and plant.
Chapter 223 Inner Demon:
”You said that when you kicked him out, the Master just came?”
In the weapon refining room, a man wearing the uniform of a Hehuan Sect disciple held a book in his hand, and his black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. With a gentle and elegant temperament, he stood in front of the long table, sorting the materials for weapon refining and putting them into storage.
”Yes!” On the table nearby, a beautiful thirteen-year-old boy was sitting at the table, wearing a peach-colored robe, holding a brush in his hand, holding it tightly, as if he wanted to crush the brush.
”What a coincidence.” The man responded to him with a warm voice, perfunctory but also with a little intention.
There were a few ink spots left on the rice paper on the table, and the handwriting on it was crooked. The more Jiang Chaoyun wrote, the angrier he became. He couldn’t help but press the brush on the table with a “snap”, stood up, and patted the table a few more times, ” He must have done it on purpose!”
A few days after the incident, he still couldn’t swallow this breath.
Chu Hui put down the book and glanced at Jiang Chaoyun.
”What are you looking at!” Jiang Chaoyun glared at him, his bright peach blossom eyes filled with anger.
