The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

The two stood up and kneeled in a deadlock.

Cen Shu's sharp gaze was like a sharp knife for bone removal, cutting on the newborn skin of the person in front of him.

The little leopard cub's cultivation is indeed not at the golden core stage, and it is only about the third or fourth floor of foundation building.

Probably because of this, the transformed human form looks slightly smaller than when Xue Yu dissipated, not as good as the weak crown.

Even this level was fueled by Cen Shu's blood seedlings, so the transformation was worse than before. Not only the hair and eye pupils were different from humans, but even the animal ears and tail hadn't had time to disappear; Not only can it teach people to recognize it as a beast cultivator at a glance, but it can also recognize it as a transformed snow leopard at a glance.

He seemed to be very disturbed by Cen Shu's silence, his ears on the top of his head limp down, and his body trembled visibly, as if he was frightened when he was held in Cen Shu's palm the first day.

He hugged his tail tightly, and called a few more times tentatively: "Master...Master?"

"...you," Cen Shu tightly clenched his fists hanging from his sleeves, "do you still remember... what's your name?"

"Xue, Xue Zhiyu." The other party answered in a low voice.

It seems that he hasn't learned how to speak yet, and the words are always blurred and glued together. Even though he still has the clear and bright boyish voice before, it sounds special soft and waxy.

Maybe it was because Cen Shu's expression changed too obviously, Xue Zhiyu said timidly like a frightened bird: "No, isn't it right?"

He said, "It was dad who told me that my name is Zhiyu."

Cen Shu closed his eyes: "...Yes."

Xue Zhiyu held the tip of her tail and tilted her head in doubt: "But the master doesn't seem to mean that."

That gaze was strange and open, which made Cen Shu feel a dull pain in his heart.

He couldn't answer, so he just untied his robe and threw it on the other person, asking, "Can you wear it?"

Xue Zhiyu returned to that shrunken look again, unsure: "Yes, yes..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and shook Cen Shu's robe awkwardly. He didn't look at the front or back anyway, wrapped it around his body in a mess, then raised his head, and looked at Cen Shu cautiously.

Before she could maintain the pet's praise-seeking appearance, Xue Zhiyu suddenly tilted her neck slightly, shrugged her nose and sniffed the robe on her shoulders.

Cen Shu was dazed for a moment, and the old man's voice and smile suddenly broke into his mind.

Once upon a time, a young man sniffed his robe and muttered, "Master smells so good".

Cen Shu suddenly leaned over and held Xue Zhiyu's shoulder.

Even through a layer of frost robe, the temperature of his palm was still scorching hot to the shoulders.

Xue Zhiyu was taken aback by his expression, and called out in panic: "Master!..."

Cen Shu left him as if waking up from a dream, and took half a step back in a daze.

After a while, he asked in a low voice, "Can you go?"

Xue Zhiyu let out a "huh" and propped herself up on all fours. It seemed that she was not used to the fact that her hind legs were so much longer than her front legs, and she struggled several times without standing up.

Cen Shu watched his robe rubbing against the familiar body, and suddenly stepped forward to grab the man's legs and hug him up.

Xue Zhiyu let out a short cry, curled her arms in front of her body, raised her head and opened her round eyes to look at Cen Shu's tense jaw.

The latter didn't look down at him, but walked towards the bed with strides, and when he put the person in his arms on the side of the bed, he saw the sunspot falling in the middle of the Galaxy in the corner of his eyes.

He seemed to have thought of something, frowned slightly, smashed the chess piece, and condensed another one.

Heizi fell slowly, and stopped at the Tianyuan star position with a "click", which was exactly the same as the previous drop.

In Go, it is common for sunspots to go first; there are 360 ​​points of intersection on the board, and the point in the middle is called "Tianyuan".

The display of the hexagrams in this way is similar to the "person in front of me" that Cen Shu answered Xueqi that day.

——The person that the calculation is looking for is far away in the sky and close in front of you.

Cen Shu turned his head suddenly, lifted Xue Zhiyu's chin and said harshly, "Who the hell are you?"

The latter had been frightened by him so many times, and was questioned like this at this time, and finally couldn't hold back and cried out with a "wow".

"I just said, if you think it's wrong, you can say it again... give me another name." Xue Zhiyu's tears fell on the back of Cen Shu's hand, and she said aggrievedly, "Anyway, my father always listens to you." of……"

Cen Shu still held him tightly, his eyes were stained with a thin layer of red: "You are lying to me."

Xue Zhiyu sobbed loudly, stared at him blankly, and dared not speak at all.

The man said almost madly, "You're lying to me—!"

The Reiatsu on Cen Shu's body seemed to be out of control, roaring loudly like a raging beast, louder than the roar of the fiercest snowstorm on the snow mountain.

Thousands of portraits hung in the room rattled in the gust of spiritual power, and the sharp and deep voices competed for each other, mixing together a sound that seemed to be falling apart.

At this moment, Xue Zhiyu even felt that the person in front of him would pounce on him like a beast preying on him, tearing himself to pieces.

But he didn't.

The sound of the rice paper being torn was as soft as a mosquito, but Cen Shu caught it in an instant, and the violent spiritual power was instantly withdrawn into the body.

The young man in front of him is pale, almost the same color as the rice paper, and the person in front of him looks like a person in a painting.

Cen Shu stared at him with dark eyes, Xue Zhiyu thought he was going to continue questioning herself, but he didn't either.

The rolled and trembling rice paper gradually calmed down, and the hall returned to its usual silent state.

In the silence, Cen Shu spoke, his voice seemed to be deeply tired.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Tears were still hanging on Xue Zhiyu's face, but his eyes had stopped crying, and instead he showed a puzzled look.

He didn't seem to understand why the master in front of him always had to apologize to himself.

It was the same the day before, when it was obvious that he bit him, but he apologized; but at this time, it was obviously that he did not give him a satisfactory answer, but his master was apologizing again.

"Why do you say sorry?" Xue Zhiyu asked bluntly.

Cen Shu looked at him, did not speak, but raised his hand casually to stroke the top of the young man's hair.

"Change back."

Xue Zhiyu was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Cen Shu said, "Return to the original form."

"Why is this?" Xue Zhiyu still didn't understand, and the wildness that was not afraid of anything was revealed in her words, "Didn't you make me transform into a human form before? Now that I have transformed, you let me change go back?"

At this time, Cen Shu was really tired of dealing with Xue Zhiyu's problems, but he didn't want to attack him any more, so he just flipped out a piece of cooked meat and coaxed: "Change back, okay?"

Xue Zhiyu's gaze was indeed attracted to that piece of meat, and her throat groaned reflexively.

But after transforming into a human form, the spiritual wisdom is activated, and the person is a little smarter, so he is not fooled at this time: "But I can still eat even if I go back."

Cen Shu: "But I don't want to give it to you."

Xue Zhiyu looked at him innocently, then closed her eyes, opened them again in a panic after a while: "Ah, I can't change back!"

The spiritual pressure on Cen Shu's body fluctuated for a moment, and he pressed it back again.

"Go to bed then." He said stiffly.

Xue Zhiyu tilted her head and blinked her eyes, as if she was getting more and more confused about how his master could think of it so well.

But after working hard for a day and a night, when Cen Shu said this, sleepiness really surged up belatedly like a rising tide.

The young man obediently responded, opened his mouth and yawned, then suddenly bent down and grabbed the piece of meat that Cen Shu was holding.

Cen Shu was caught off guard and his hands sank, and his soft lips rubbed against his palm, as if he closed his jaw and chewed twice, and then, the soft tip of his tongue hooked away the remaining minced meat juice between the lines of his palm and the gap between his fingers.

The strange but familiar touch almost opened his mind, which he was trying to guard.

Cen Shu withdrew his hand violently as if he had been whipped. When his fingertips entered his palm, he seemed to be able to feel the itch crawling under his skin.

Xue Zhiyu straightened her waist, with a secret joy in her eyes that something bad happened.

But he was secretly happy. After swallowing the food, he felt that it was no good to be transformed into a human form. The meat that he could eat for half a day before could be eaten all at once.

Thinking of this, he licked his lips nonchalantly like he used to lick his paws to clean himself when he was in beast form.

The anger in Cen Shu's heart rose again: "From now on, you are not allowed to do this again!"

Xue Zhiyu: "Oh."

It's the same if you eat it with a plate or with your hands, Xue Zhiyu doesn't care at all.

What's more, he used to eat well with a plate, but this person insisted on hooking the cub to eat in his hand, but this time it will change again.

Xue Zhiyu felt that there were more things that she didn't understand after her spiritual wisdom was activated.

It's really hard to be a human being.

Xue Zhiyu didn't bother anymore, she just leaned back and glanced at the bed, and asked Cen Shu, "Will I sleep here too in the future?"

He used to have a little den in the corner.

It's not that he doesn't care about beds, but this person always stays next to the bed. The cub is vigilant by nature and doesn't want to sleep next to Cen Shu.

Cen Shu gave a soft "hmm".

Xue Zhiyu didn't refute him, turned over and crawled towards the inside of the bed.

The long tail stretched out from under his clothes following his movements, and the hem of his clothes was slightly lifted by the tail while walking, revealing the curved legs, which hit Cen Shu's eyes.

He suddenly raised his hand, and waved the brocade quilt over Xue Zhiyu's body.

The heavy quilt was shaken off, and the young man was covered tightly like Mount Tai.

Xue Zhiyu kicked the quilt away with an "oh" sound: "I don't want it!"

Cen Shu had one head and two big ones: "Then get dressed and sleep!"

The outer robe was not meant to be worn on Xue Zhiyu's body, but at this time he tossed it like a pickle, and it was twisted between the waist and crotch, revealing the limbs and chest that were the same color as the milky white lanugo of a cub.

"Don't! Don't!" he yelled.

"Then go back to your father." Cen Shu looked at him coldly, "Your father will not force you to wear clothes or cover yourself with a quilt."

But he will force Leopard to practice.

Xue Zhiyu stopped making trouble in an instant, rolled her eyes to look at the thin robe and brocade quilt, pulled Cen Shu's coat over her head, and said sullenly: "I wear clothes."

The spring scenery on the bed was covered, Cen Shu no longer looked at him, Lianpao continued to sit by the bed and look at the chessboard on the table.

So Fanshou Xinghe calculated again.

It's just different from the silence before, the black and white chess pieces alternately land on the intersection in the middle of the board, making regular "pop" and "pop" sounds.

Cen Shu's heart sank to the bottom.

Is Xue Zhiyu his Xiaoyu?

Unknowingly, Cen Shu began to think about the controversial issues that philosophers, mathematicians and psychologists have been discussing for thousands of years.

Are people determined by "consciousness" or "memory"?

If one person has all the memory of another person, can it be said that two people are one person?

If a person loses all the memories of the past, is he still the same person as he was before?

Assuming that everything was repeated again, if Xue Zhiyu would make the same decision as Xue Yu back then, would Xue Zhiyu, who had lost her memories of the past, still be the same person as Xue Yu before?

Maybe the calculation was correct, and neither was Xue Zhiyu, he just started from scratch and was born again.

He is still him, but he is not him anymore.

Is this the only way?

Cen Shu asked himself.

The wind and snow were still outside the window, and Xue Zhiyu inside was already fast asleep, with a small purring sound that was the same as that of a beast in her throat.

He still hadn't mastered the control of the human figure, and he was sleeping on his back, wishing that his two arms, two legs, and a tail about the same length as his body would occupy the entire big couch together.

The person who shouted about the heat before forgot that he no longer had animal fur on his body, and felt cold again after falling asleep.

There were only thin clothes and cold quilts on the whole bed, and a warm person beside the bed. Xue Zhiyu slept unconsciously, and subconsciously leaned towards the heat source.

Cen Shu's heart was miserable, but here Xue Zhiyu stretched out an arm and a leg to him from time to time, and finally curled up all over.

After being interrupted like this, I can't brew any emotions.

The robe that was originally covering her body was tangled up like a hemp rope by Xue Zhiyu, relying on the softness of the prototype's body, she fell asleep in an angry position.

The vigor faded away when he was awake, and his eyebrows and eyes remained the same when he fell asleep.

Cen Shu watched for a while, then lay down and hugged him.

The newborn skin felt a little cool in the slightly cold bedroom, and was warmed up by the breath of others.

Xue Zhiyu felt warm, curled up her arms and legs and curled up in Cen Shu's arms.

The slight breathing hit Cen Shu's chest, as if they had slept together many nights before, and they were all embedded together like a mortise and tenon.

His mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the person in his arms.

In the night snow, Cen Shu's lips were still full of hot love, pecking and kissing the bridge of his nose, and then sticking to his lips.

When the lips intertwined, Cen Shu felt the breath of the person in his arms suddenly suffocated.

He stopped and called expectantly: "...Xiao Yu?"

The young man tilted his head back slightly.

"Ah Choo!" Then hooked his neck into his arms and continued to sleep soundly.

Cen Shu: "..."

To be a person, you must learn to walk, dress well, read and write, and use tools.

But Xue Zhiyu doesn't know all of these, Cen Shu wants to teach them one by one.

Cen Shu didn't want him to wear white clothes, and he didn't want him to wear the clothes of his former apprentice, so he asked Yan Fangyu's old robe to change it.

It is not difficult to distinguish anyway, and to put the arm into the sleeve, but there is a problem when fastening the wrapping belt.

The ten fingers are distinct, and each of them can move flexibly. In the past, Xue Zhiyu could only "open" and "hold" her claws, let alone do these delicate movements.

Xue Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread apart, while Cen Shu stood in front of him and showed him how to fasten the collar buttons.

Slightly exerting force with his fingertips, squeezing the knot into the buckle, Cen Shu raised his eyes and asked, "Have you seen it?"

Xue Zhiyu was sniffing the fragrance in his hanging hair with her nose up, when she heard the words, she suddenly came to her senses.

He gave a soft "ah" and said indiscriminately, "It's over!"

Cen Shu was noncommittal, and just pushed open his neckline for Xue Zhiyu to button it again.

Xue Zhiyu lowered her head and clumsily tugged at the collar for a while, it didn't look like she was buttoning it up, but she seemed to be taking it off for him to see.

"That's all." Cen Shu gently patted his hand away, "I won't wear this kind of collar in the future."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief quietly into his chest.

Cen Shu looked at him and said coldly, "But you have to know how to tie your belt."

Xue Zhiyu was not in a high mood: "Oh."

Cen Shu then bowed to wrap the belt around his waist, Xue Zhiyu leaned on the edge of the bed and leaned towards the person, as if she wanted to sniff the top of his hair, or kiss the center of his brow.

The shallow breath blew the broken hair slightly, and Cen Shu raised his head suddenly. The two were very close, their breaths were intertwined, and the tip of their noses almost collided.

Cen Shu looked at him expressionlessly.

Xue Zhiyu straightened her neck as if nothing had happened, and said frankly: "Master smells so good, what is it?"

An imperceptible look of pain flashed across Cen Shu's eyes, and he only asked him, "Are you meeting?"

"I really know how to do this!" After finishing speaking, Xue Zhiyu tightly wrapped the wide and narrow strips of cloth around her waist, and tucked the ends of the cloth into the gap randomly, but it really couldn't fall out.

Cen Shu reluctantly said, "Yes."

So the sapphire blue gown with gold trim was put on Xue Zhiyu, making him look like a young man who was spoiled and raised by some aristocratic family.

But when it was the turn of the lower body, the opponent was not so cooperative.

"Don't wear pants!"

Xue Zhiyu jumped out of the bed with her bare legs, and was carried back by Cen Shu hooking her fingers.

He is very proficient in threatening people now, and at this time he is very calm: "Go back to your father without wearing pants."

Xue Zhiyu turned her back to him, poked her tail out from the hem of the two clothes to show Cen Shu: "But there is no place to put a tail in pants!"

Cen Shu was disturbed by the dangling long tail and the looming buttocks, and said irritably: "If you talk nonsense, wear a bellyband!"

Xue Zhiyu turned her head and asked curiously: "What is a bellyband?"

Cen Shu: "..."

Of course, Cen Shu didn't wear a bellyband in the end, but just cut a hole in the tailbone of the trousers.

Four or five feet long fluffy tail came out of the round hole, Xue Zhiyu bit the tip of her own tail, still feeling very uncomfortable.

But when Cen Shu turned into a mirror to show him, Xue Zhiyu was not so repulsive.

He also felt that his human form looked better in clothes.

Xue Zhiyu stinks for a while after taking the before and after photos, then suddenly pointed at the person in the mirror and said, "Oh! I've seen me!"

He turned around and said to Cen Shu: "Master hangs this look everywhere, does it mean that he wants me to look at it every day, so he also turns into this look when he transforms?"

Cen Shu didn't know how to answer, so he could only give a perfunctory "hmm".

The young man's eyes suddenly curved, and he said with a sly smile: "Then I look like this, what reward will the master give me?" Cen Shu was dumbfounded for a moment, and pulled out a piece of cooked meat from his sleeve.

Xue Zhiyu didn't move, only stretched out three fingers.

So Cen Shu silently dug out two more pieces.

The young man showed obvious remorse on his face, he hastily raised both hands, and stretched out all ten fingers towards him.

Cen Shu was so amused by him that he wanted to laugh, but he turned his palms sullenly: "One is gone."

"No!" Xue Zhiyu hurriedly pulled his arm: "Three, then three!"

Cen Shu only had leopard food on him, but it was steamed and cooked without oil or salt, so it must be tasteless to humans.

Now that he has transformed into a human form, Cen Shu thought, he will have to prepare some other food in the future.

But that's all there is to it today.

Three pieces of cooked meat were placed on a porcelain plate.

Cen Shu: "Don't grab it with your hands."

Xue Zhiyu looked at the chopsticks on the plate, with a puzzled and frightened expression on his face.

After seeing Cen Shu's demonstration, all that remained was horror.

The human race is so terrifying, in order to show off their nimble fingers to other races, they came up with such unnecessary behavior!

Cen Shu held the chopsticks in his hands: "?"

Xue Zhiyu struggled to hold the chopsticks, rubbed her thumbs vigorously, and barely made a fork out of the bamboo chopsticks.

Cen Shu encouraged him: "Well, continue."

So they continued for three hours, from the time they practiced during the day until the sun sank to the top of the snow mountain, Xue Zhiyu didn't eat a single bite of meat.

He dropped his chopsticks and rushed to the door with an "ow!": "I'm not a human anymore!"

However, before he could save far, Xue Zhiyu's feet suddenly went blank, and he flew back upside down.

He turned somersaults in mid-air, threw himself into Cen Shu's arms, pressed his arms on the man's chest, and met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

The young man's heart was beating wildly, and he tried his best to suppress the heat rising on his cheeks.

Cen Shu supported him with both hands: "Why?"

He regained his composure, slammed his head into the chest of the person opposite, and said, "I can't learn it! It's too difficult to be a human being!"

Cen Shu looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, and finally seemed to have made some decision, and slowly hugged Xue Zhiyu onto his knees.

He wrapped his arms around the young man's back, put the chopsticks carefully into Xue Zhiyu's hand, held his hand again and said softly, "I'll teach you."

Cen Shu's slender fingers wrapped around his hands, the pads of his fingers clasped the backs of his fingers, and his chest was also pressed against his back.

He lightly pursed his lower lip at an angle that was invisible to the people behind him, and an uncontrollable blush spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

Fortunately, Cen Shu's attention was not on his face, he just held his hand and held a piece of meat to his mouth.

Xue Zhiyu bit it with her mouth open, gobbling it voraciously.

Cen Shu gave him all three yuan like this, and asked, "Did you learn it this time?"

"That's it." He licked his lips.

Then there is education.

Cen Shu found all kinds of enlightenment books for literacy, which were as high as a person, and he read and literacy every day.

Cen Shu's intentions were not pure when he was accepting young apprentices, and he hardly fulfilled his duties as a master.

Now that it's all over again, it's even made up for the profit.

It is probably the most difficult thing in this world, and it is no match for the word "learning".

After learning for two days, Xue Zhiyu couldn't take it anymore, and stood up to resist: "Daddy said, when I grow up, I will be the master's foot."

The implication is that as a foot, the leopard doesn't seem to need to learn these literary things, does it?

"If you're like this, how can I improve my leg strength?" Cen Shu looked him over from head to toe, and said coolly, "How to ride?"

Xue Zhiyu was so choked by him that she couldn't speak, her face turned red and white, and she held back a sentence after a while: "You can always change back."

Cen Shu was unmoved: "Then let's go back and talk about it."

Arguing and being unable to argue, fleeing but not being able to escape, Xue Zhiyu simply didn't even make trouble with others, and looked listless every day.

Cen Shu saw it, and one day he suddenly found a stack of scripts for him.

The literate beast cultivator quickly felt the joy of novels, and he was not as listless as he was a few days ago.

Then Cen Shu gave him a small cloth bag, saying that Xue Zhiyu could find everything in the storybook, Xue Zhiyu didn't know what it was, from the cloth bag.

So Xue Zhiyu became more interested.

Of course, this is not a real treasure bag, but it is connected with the universe in Cen Shu's own sleeve. He has probably screened the script, and there are only about a hundred kinds of things that can appear in it. He prepared it earlier, Xue Zhiyu He just puts in whatever he wants.

If there is anything missing, he can look for it at that time.

"It's easy to understand on paper, and I know that this matter has to be practiced", so Xue Zhiyu's "practice" is to read the scriptures day and night, and if she doesn't encounter uncommon words, she usually doesn't bother Cen. special.

One of them sat by the bed and the other leaned on the bed, neither of them was in the way of the other.

Fanshou Xinghe stopped calculating a long time ago, but since it has been taken out for so long, Cen Shu simply didn't put it away, just condensed black and white pieces, and played chess with himself to pass the time.

He didn't really want to play chess either, listening to the sound of people flipping books behind him, and the trembling of the bed board when he turned around, often a game of chess lasted all day.

On a day that was no different from the past, Cen Shu's eyes fell on the chessboard, and his thoughts had already drifted away.

Suddenly, the light-white fingertips rolled the Ye Mingzhu and bumped into Cen Shu's sight.

"what is this?"

At some point, Xue Zhiyu was already lying on the side of the little table, flicking back and forth the night pearl re-condensed from thousands of broken pieces.

The tiny cracks in the beads distinguish one from the other as they roll, reflecting light like a river of stars on the table.

Cen Shu put it back into his sleeve: "It's nothing."

The young man didn't ask any further questions, but just showed a thoughtful expression.

That night, the snow was fine, and there was a "rustling" sound on the slanted window lattices.

Xue Zhiyu took out a set of pottery utensils, pulled Cen Shu to sit under the eaves, and said that she wanted to learn from the scriptures to make Xuebo tea for her master.

Cen Shu picked up the teacup and sniffed it, then raised his eyes: "This is not tea."

"Because the tea is terrible!" The young man's expression was natural, "Other people can also make wine."

Cen Shu was noncommittal, let him drink it and drank it.

The wine merged into a line and passed down the throat. It was cool at first, and then burned all the way from the base of the tongue to the bottom of the stomach, and the whole person instantly became hot.

Cen Shu frowned slightly because of the heat.

There was indeed wine in the cloth bag for Xue Zhiyu, but Cen Shu didn't taste it at the time, he didn't expect it to be so strong.

In fact, something like Jiujin can be dissipated by just arousing the spiritual power.

But at this moment, Cen Shu listened to the soft sound of the small stove gurgling and boiling water, and looked at the snowflakes falling in front of him. In the relaxed atmosphere, he suddenly felt that it was rare for him to be slightly drunk at this moment, and it was inevitable to hangover It was not beautiful, so with the beautiful scenery in front of me, I drank another cup from the people around me.

So the two of them sat under the eaves, you had a cup and I had a cup, and you had a cup after another. Xue Zhiyu fed him a whole pot, propped his chin and whispered to him: "Master, master? Are you drunk?"

Cen Shu was silent for a long time, then turned his head slowly, his eyes fell on the faces of the people next to him: "...Xiao Yu?"

"Is the master calling me?" Xue Zhiyu asked innocently, "I often feel that you are looking at me, but it seems that you are not."

Cen Shu didn't answer, just looked at him blankly and called again: "Xiao Yu."

Xue Zhiyu rubbed against Cen Shu, raised her head and approached him.

"The master doesn't seem happy."

The young man spoke slowly, exhaling a lingering and intoxicating smell of alcohol between his words.

His pupils were a deep dark blue in the boundless night, staring straight at Cen Shu: "I read in the scriptures that people said that there is a way to please the emperor, called self-recommended pillow mat."

Cen Shu put his hand on his shoulder, and regained consciousness for a moment: "...there is no such sentence in the scriptures."

Xue Zhiyu said "Oh" indifferently, and opened her hands to him: "I want you to hug me."

The familiar tone made Cen Shu into a trance again, he opened his arms to the other party as if bewitched, and hugged him.

The long tail wrapped around Cen Shu's waist soundlessly, and the young man sat on his arm as before, cupped his face and lowered his head to kiss him.

The soft touch was mostly paralyzed by the alcohol, and Cen Shu barely reacted: "Is it a dream...?"

The other party smiled and said: "Oh, you are stupid."

Cen Shu: "...?"

"Come on, go to bed." He pinched Cen Shu's face, "I'm going to die of cold."

The moment the voice hit the ground, the world spun, and the two fell into the bed.

Cen Shu pressed him hotly, and his thin voice could not wait to bury him in the side of his neck: "Xiaoyu...Xiaoyu..."

"Yes, yes, don't read it."

The spirits were like a key, opening Cen Shu's long-suppressed heart.

"Master misses you very much..." he said sadly.

"No." The other party was silent.

If you want to answer "I miss you too", it is somewhat against conscience.

Because for Cen Shu, he had been looking for his little apprentice for a long time, but for the latter, it seemed that he had just slept for a long time, and when he woke up, the two met again.

So he could only touch the man's hair.

Cen Shu didn't seem to think about the meaning of this reaction, but just like every frustrated drunk person, he continued in a daze: "Master likes you..."

He said with difficulty: "Master loves you..."

Cen Shu has kept himself in self-denial and reverence in two lifetimes, and it seems that he has never cut out such a hot heart.

Xue Yu suffocated suddenly in this sincere love, and his heart was pounding.

Before he could say anything in the future, he suddenly felt the side of his neck wet.

He hugged Cen Shu's back and said in surprise, "Master, are you... are you crying?"

Cen Shu also froze for a moment, as if he suddenly woke up from this long-lost address.

Most of the alcohol was forced to dissipate, he propped himself up from above Xue Yu, frowned and asked: "...What did you call me?"

The dim snowy light cast under the window sills penetrated through the gaps where the thousands of black hairs hang down.

In this faint light, Xue Yu saw the glistening tear stains on the cheeks of the person above him.

Wow!

He thought to himself, the beautiful wife looks so beautiful when she cries with pear blossoms and rain!

Cen Shu seemed to understand completely.

But maybe it was because his mind was too turbulent just now, or because the scene was still like a dream at this moment, Cen Shu found that his heart was very peaceful.

"When did you wake up?" he heard himself ask.

Xue Yu suddenly became interested: "Guess?"

The other party didn't answer, but just stood on top of him and looked at him for a long time.

Cen Shu's already pitch-black irises seemed to be exactly the same color as his pupils in the night, making them look deeper and deeper.

Until Xue Yu thought that the man's sober appearance just now was just a flash in the pan, and he was still completely drunk, but he saw Cen Shu suddenly smiled.

That smile is very light and shallow, like the breeze blowing over new willows in March, blowing away the thin ice and wrinkling the spring water.

It also disturbs the hearts of others.

"Liar liar."

He held the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with soft moisture.

Xue Yu stared at him obsessively for a long time, and finally recovered his voice: "Who... Who told you to lie to me like this at that time!"

"I've been cheating for so long..." He said confidently, "If I cheat once, we'll be even!"

"it is good."

Cen Shu quickly replied as if afraid of his repentance.

Seeing that he answered so easily, Xue Yu bargained again: "No, no, back then you teased me like that in Hongwu Palace, and you sneaked a kiss while I was asleep before, so I'm at a disadvantage anyway, if you want to pay me back return."

Cen Shu looked at him fixedly: "Okay."

Xue Yu rolled his throat and faltered: "Um, then we—"

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw Cen Shu on top of his head suddenly fall down and hit the bed beside him.

Long, curly eyelashes cover the eyes.

Cen Shu was already at the end of his strength, his nerves that had been tense since the day Shisha Xueyu left suddenly relaxed, and this man fell asleep directly.

This time it was Xue Yu: "..."

It has been a long time since the change of the underground palace in the Ten Sand Snow Region, and the atmosphere in the world has basically stabilized.

Although the top of the snow-capped mountain in the extreme north is a step late, it cannot avoid being spread by chaos.

Yan Fangyu climbed tens of thousands of white jade steps and meandered all the way to the top of the mountain. He was already out of breath when he entered the door. After sitting down, he drank three bowls of tea before speaking.

"This mountain gate can be regarded as open. I said that you have closed the mountain for so long, you can't just hang around on the bed curtain all the time!?" Yan Fangyu looked at the mood on the bed, smashed the teacup on the low table, gasped Don't catch the airway.

Here Cen Shu paused first, then felt a little helpless again.

He was completely deluded by the authorities, he only cared about the present, but he didn't realize that the memory of the past was no longer lost, and if he had let Yan Fangyu, who was wandering at the foot of the mountain, come up earlier, he might have discovered the clue of the little liar.

Xue Yu didn't want to sleep at night, and didn't want to think about it in the morning. At this time, he even fell asleep on Cen Shu's lap, with a coat that obviously didn't belong to him on his shoulders.

Hearing this, he poked half of his head out from the low table, looked at Yan Fangyu who was in a very distressed state and said with a smile, "Brother, are you short of oxygen?"

Yan Fangyu: "What do you mean?"

Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, and said a little confused: "I don't know either. This word seems to have popped out of my mind suddenly."

Yan Fangyu said angrily, "Just fool me!"

"No," Xue Yu shook his head, showing a thoughtful expression, "I don't seem to be from here."

Cen Shu unconsciously tightened his fingers holding the teacup.

Xue Yu continued without realizing it: "It seems that the purpose of coming here is—"

Yan Fangyu interrupted him winkingly: "Oh, whether it's here or there, you are the treasure that Master has tied back with tens of thousands of merits, and you must never run away again."

Xue Yu secretly glanced at Cen Shu, and said innocently, "Actually, I don't remember anything else."

Xue Yu didn't know until the end whether he was a person from the future, or whether he had constructed his own memory as he guessed at the beginning.

And when he was reborn for the third time, the memory of the previous life in his head had completely faded away, and it was the golden thread of merit of thousands of people that tied him here, and he lost all contact with the unknown future.

Maybe those civilizations and lives were swallowed up by the long river of time forever in his parting, but more and more lives were also continued because of this.

Xue Yu thought, he is just an ordinary three-dimensional carbon-based creature, and the matter of saving the Milky Way should be left to high-dimensional creatures to worry about.

"Hey, that's right." Yan Fangyu shook his fan, "I came here this time to have something serious to say, but I almost forgot when you interrupted me."

It turned out that during the period when the two of them didn't participate, the residence of the demons had been re-planned.

The world of self-cultivation at this time is completely different from that of thousands of years ago. The accumulation of aura thousands of years ago, coupled with the implementation of the cultivation of immortals by the whole people, has led to an extraordinary breakthrough in the overall life span of human beings.

Immortal mansions that focus on cultivating immortals and colleges that transfer to higher education with poor aptitude have become rivals. People also know that people's words can be feared, and fists are no more tough than pens.

As a result, the weak demon clan was the first to be taken under the command of the academy, and those aristocratic and immortal sects who were eager to seize the "furnace cauldron" had no choice but to die down.

However, the two races of humans and demons are originally in a relationship of mutual promotion and mutual growth. Where demons gather, there must be human races, and only where the turbidity is at its peak, the demons will move.

Perhaps thousands of years later, when everyone can finally live in harmony, the two races will also be like a prosperous couple in the sky.