The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

It has been a while since they returned to Tianyan Sect, Wuming Peak is quiet, no different from before.

Dusk in the extreme north came earlier than in other places, and it was already dark when Yan Fangyu landed.

He brushed off the snow on his shoulders and walked quickly, and asked Feng Shu at the door: "How is the door?"

Feng Shu was sitting on the steps under the eaves, the yellowish reed leaves were twirling in his hands, weaving half a grasshopper.

"Everything is fine." He raised his eyes, "How about you?"

Yan Fangyu raised his cuffs at him, indicating what was inside: "It went well."

He called Feng Shu back home to guard the people, and he took the ghost Bi Yi and Ji Yinhua to Xiaoyao Valley to find medicine and refine it.

Although the process of searching for flowers was arduous, but luckily the medicine was refined out smoothly.

The two walked side by side to the inner courtyard.

Yan Fangyu asked: "Is little brother awake?"

Feng Shu didn't know where the semi-finished grasshopper was taken, he shook his head: "No."

Yan Fangyu "tsk" said: "It's difficult."

The wind and snow were miserable, but the house was quite warm.

Cen Shu was sitting by the bed, his long hair like a waterfall, his brows drooping, just like his usual posture in meditation.

It's just that at this time there was a person lying quietly beside him, with the back of his head resting on Cen Shu's knees, his eyes covered with long crystal eyelashes, and he looked cute, as if he was asleep.

Yan Fangyu lowered his voice subconsciously: "Master, I'm back."

He said a few words of nonsense in greeting, took out a small glass bottle from his sleeve and put it on the table beside him: "One pill every seven days, eradicated on the 49th, Yao Lao and I will boast about it, if you can't get rid of him They drank all the snow water from our eaves."

Cen Shu responded flatly, expressing that he knew.

Yan Fangyu Laihao has been with Cen Shu for so many years, just looking at his attitude, he knew that he would definitely not take this medicine, so he couldn't help persuading him: "Master, this medicine is still a junior brother. -"

Before the first half of his sentence fell to the ground, majestic spiritual power surged out of Cen Shu's body suddenly, and he took it back in an instant.

The two people standing at the door were suddenly pushed back a few steps by the aftermath of spiritual power. When they looked up again, they saw that within half a foot of Cen Shu, all the furniture and items had been reduced to dust.

There was a big hole on the side of the bed, so I couldn't sit on it.

Cen Shu stood tall and tall, and casually held Xue Yu, who was unconscious, to his chest. His long hair swayed twice with inertia, and hung on Xue Yu's shoulders.

"Understood." He repeated with lowered eyes.

Yan Fangyu's blood surged with spiritual power.

Before, he felt that his master seemed too calm, no matter if he lost his apprentice, lost his pet, or lost a... confidant, he shouldn't be so calm.

Even though this person has always been happy and angry, this kind of calmness is enough to make Yan Fangyu feel frightened, as if the person in his arms has become an empty shell, so he should also be empty.

It wasn't until Cen Shu's irrepressible anger just now that Yan Fangyu was relieved.

Will be happy, will be angry, that's fine.

If there is a nail left, his master is still chained to this world.

Soon, there were only the two of them left in the room.

Cen Shu didn't care about the mess, just embraced the person with his left hand and held up the leopard with his right, and moved to the couch in the side hall as if sleepwalking.

The soft snow mixed with the night, wrapped the world in silence.

It has been snowing for several days, and tonight the clouds finally dispersed, revealing a rare bright moonlight on the snow-capped mountains.

Cen Shu didn't light the lamp, he just placed the person by the window, and let the moonlight pass through the window lattice and splash on the couch at will, reflecting Xue Yu's already fair complexion.

He obediently slept on Cen Shu's lap, which made the people who were still awake beside him a little lonely for no reason.

In the past many nights that were nothing special, Cen Shu spent it alone.

Whether it is meditation or concentration, this kind of silence and emptiness is not long for him, even in the countless years he has experienced, such a night can pass with just one breath.

At that time, Cen Shu didn't feel difficult, or in other words, this kind of lonely solitude was a normal state for him.

But when he tasted those kisses in the dark and the intertwined breath with another person, he found that his caring heart could no longer bear the loneliness.

Cen Shu originally thought that everything was just right, and they still had a lot of "later" to consume.

He is the most patient animal trainer, leading small animals to indulge in his lips and arms, waiting for the other party to grow up and open up, and take the initiative to say "like".

However, at this time Xue Yu was lying there unconsciously, only the slight heaving of his ribs remained, and Cen Shu realized that although the years are long, if many things are not done in time, it may never be too late.

Even Tian Yanzong cannot borrow the time that has passed.

With long lacquered hair covering the moonlight, Cen Shu bent down and kissed the man lying on his knees.

He knew that the other party would often come to steal a kiss when he fell into a fixed position.

But kissing someone who won't respond feels so bad.The gods will also find it unbearable.

Cen Shu has already made a decision, if the playful kid is willing to come home this time, he will not pursue the matter of the little apprentice in his previous life going out to play like crazy, leaving him only a sliver of stupid remnant.

If he would go home—

If he would go home—

"click"

Something fell to the ground, and there was a sudden crisp sound in the silence of the room.

Cen Shu paused, floated it into the palm of his hand, and found that it was the fluorite that Xue Yu had put away before, slipping out from the loosely folded skirt during the movement just now.

The whitened fluorite shows a very light pink color under the moonlight, and the crack that is transparent up and down in the middle makes it have a broken beauty.

Cen Shu looked down at Yingshi for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and brought it closer to his eyes.

The clean moonlight penetrated through the gap, casting mottled shadows on the bed.

Something seemed to be swimming in the translucent fluorite.

Xue Yu's parents lived in Linshi.

It's very close, with the subway, and it only takes one and a half hours to walk, so he has to go back to his parents' house for two days every weekend.

When standing outside the anti-theft door, Xue Yu was still very disturbed, because he really couldn't remember what his parents were like.

Would it be as shameless as those unimportant passers-by?

He didn't have time to ink at all, because soon the security door opened from the inside.

The person holding the doorknob has a face, a beautiful lady with an unfamiliar face.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Xue Yu almost thought that the other party was going to ask who he was, but when she stepped aside, she said naturally, "What are you doing standing at the door, and you forgot your key?"

Xue Yu faltered and said "Yes", and was patted on the back by the other party and pushed into the room.

It was so strange, Xue Yu was sure that he had never seen her, but he had another feeling in the dark, telling Xue Yu that this was indeed his mother.

The furnishings in the home also carried a strange familiarity, the range hood was humming, and the room was filled with the aroma of food.

After a while, the kitchen door was opened, and his father put the last dish on the dining table, took off his apron and said to Xue Yu, "It's just in time to come back, wash your hands and come eat!"

The other party looked up, revealing a familiar face.

Xue Yu didn't remember it until he was lying on the bed at night.

This is the face of his snow leopard queen - Xue Zhiyu's cheap father.

Xue Yu couldn't fall asleep when he thought about it.

Why is it him?

He tossed and turned in bed, forcing himself to recall the events of his previous life.

Xue Yu has always been very Buddhist, basically the company, his home, and his parents' home in Linshi are three points and one line.

The memory of the previous life is vague, like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water.The magazine office is busy every day, but now that I think about it carefully, I don't seem to know what I am busy with.

Only the first half of the original work, Xue Yu remembers very vividly, the second half - after careful speculation, seems to be the plot after the death of Xue Leopard and Cen Shu, in Xue Yu's impression, it began to be half-covered, only a rough idea.

Anyway, he couldn't fall asleep now, so he took out his phone and prepared to check the sequel of the original book online.

He flipped through it for a long time, no matter whether it was genuine, pirated, or even txt, there were a large number of missing or dropped characters in the second half of the chapters, which was the same as his impression.

Xue Yu turned off the screen, put his arm over his eyes and thought, the sense of disobedience brought by his past life memory became more and more serious.

When the fluorite was inlaid on Xue Yu's forehead before, he had the feeling that his perception and wisdom had greatly improved.

It seemed that someone in the dark was guiding him how to defeat the monster on the holy mountain, so he naturally knew how to do it, and he was just the other party's executor.

But at this moment, Xue Yu recalled his previous life, thinking about the mother he had never met, the father he met a few times, and his colleagues who made up the numbers, the feeling of being controlled, dominated, and traveling in the life planned by the other party. It is also becoming clearer.

It was as if he was a little clay figurine pinched by Nuwa, and those memories of his past were just the background story that the other party directly engraved into his head.

Is this his previous life?

Or is it a dream-like time and space constructed with the so-called "past life" as the blueprint?

But if it was a dream, who was his mother?

Why would he dream of someone he'd never met?

Xue Yu fell asleep after thinking about it.

This strange time and space like a previous life is orderly. After Xue Yu woke up, it was the second day when he returned to his parents' house.

Usually he would take the subway to leave Linshi after lunch, but this time he didn't.

Xue Yu was born and raised here, and he didn't get admitted to the place where he lives now until he was in college, and stayed there after graduation.

Faceless pedestrians walked through the streets and alleys, and the old land was full of familiar impressions in his memory.

Xue Yu tried in vain to find some kind of strong evidence to prove that this "previous life" was fabricated for him.

Before he knew it, Xue Yu wandered to the gate of his primary school.

Primary school students do not make up classes on weekends, the school is closed, and there is only an old man sitting in the security room.

Xue Yu negotiated with the uncle to no avail, and the graduates of the dignified alma mater could only climb over the wall from the playground behind the school with ease.

Xue Yu didn't come back to see it after graduation, but compared with his memory, the school building has been repainted and renovated, and the plastic track has been paved with new ones.

He remembers that before he left school, he and a group of friends buried a time capsule under the root of a big tree. The kind of things "written to myself ten years later" were sold very well together with classmates during the graduation season of elementary school. Hot.

He was going to dig and have a look.

Xue Yu remembered the location where the capsule was buried quite clearly. He dug for a while with twigs, at most half a foot deep, and found something.

It was a square iron box not much bigger than a pencil case, like the box used to hold candy, inside were plastic capsules the size of knuckles.

Xue Yu unscrewed the capsules one by one, and the notes inside were lined up in front of him.

It's all blank.

Xue Yu sat under the tree and looked at the notes quietly for a while, and finally let out a long breath of relief.

This is a flaw.

I have graduated from elementary school for more than ten years. Even if this iron box was lucky enough to be left behind in so many school groundbreakings, it should have been buried deeper and rusted badly.

But this iron box is not old, it has not been eroded by time at all, it is more like a certain rigid definition in the background story.

It is a part of the character set of "Xue Yu".

In the "previous life" planned for him by others, there may have been such a sentence written: When Xue Yu graduated from elementary school, he wrote a space-time capsule with a few good friends and buried it under the second big tree at the top of the playground. , After so many years of ups and downs, no one else discovered it.

What can be defined is a definition after all, and the background that is passed in a stroke does not need to consider the rationality, nor does it need to pay attention to details.

For example, an iron box without rust, such as an empty note.

This is the "previous life" described by others for him. If Xue Yu continues to search in this time and space, he will definitely find more similar flaws.

In a daze, Xue Yu began to think about the next question.

If he has no previous life, then who is he?

Xue Yu sat under the tree until it was completely dark, and only then remembered that he wanted to go home.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when he got off the subway. He didn't eat, but he didn't feel very hungry.

He walked home like sleepwalking, and suddenly woke up downstairs.

"Master!" Xue Yu suddenly sensed something was wrong, and quickly changed his words, "No—boss!"

Cen Shu walked out slowly from the shadow of the landscape tree, and the spotlight from the street lamp cut his face a little sharply.

He was only wearing a shirt, his waist looked particularly thin, his tie was loose, his coat was draped over his arms, and he looked like a dusk.

"Boss, why, why are you here?" Xue Yu stammered, "It's almost ten o'clock."

Cen Shu stood three steps away and looked at him for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Would you like me to sit up?"

Xue Yu: Damn, this line is wrong.

Xue Yu: "Please, please!" Parents I don't know, childhood being manipulated, this whole weekend has been very unreal, so the matter of Cen Shu waiting for him downstairs in his house is not so unreal in comparison. .

When the two entered the house, Xue Yu kicked off his shoes, and while thinking about it, he pulled new slippers for him from the shoe cabinet.

"... I don't usually have any guests here. These are my dad's clothes when he came here. If you don't mind—boss?"

Xue Yu raised his head and saw that Cen Shu did not follow him in, but was still standing at the entrance, looking at him with strange eyes.

During this period of time, the other party often looked at him with this kind of eyes, from a distance, as if looking at a rose plant covered by a glass cover.

Xue Yu stood up straight and asked in doubt, "Boss?"

Without any warning, Cen Shu stepped forward and hugged him.

"I miss you very much," Cen Shu folded his neck and murmured in the crescent of his neck, "I miss you very much."

Familiar with the cold fragrance, this person's embrace was hot, almost hurting him.

The scorching breath landed on the base of Xue Yu's neck, and the numbness blossomed in two places, all the way to the back of the head, and all the way to the tip of the spine.

"Ah, don't say such things with this face!" Xue Yu broke down, "And we haven't seen each other for only two days?!"

Cen Shu didn't speak, but continued to hug him tightly.

The surrounding scene began to twist and change at some point, and even the appearance of Cen Shu in front of him also began to change.

The long jet-black hair occasionally appeared by his cheeks, and the clothes on his body also changed randomly between shirts and robes.

Cen Shu suddenly pushed him lightly, and the two of them fell backwards into a cloud-like softness.

It was pitch black all around, and the light came from nowhere, but Xue Yu could see the two of them clearly, as if they could shine by themselves.

Cen Shu enveloped him from top to bottom, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.

The two were close together, and the tip of the cold nose lightly touched Xue Yu's red earlobe, and the deep voice seemed to be suppressed for a long time, and fell from the depth of the throat into the ear of the servant.

"I miss you so much..." he said angrily.

——It's a dream, it's a dream!

Xue Yu screamed in his heart, I said this must be a dream!

The author has something to say: Originally, the wealth code agreed to write three plus two in the past life and present life, but dragging and dragging to the plot just came here [.

Let’s go to the home plate and join a team. The content of the wealth code should be the content of the next chapter. The three plus second home plate that was mentioned in the previous paragraph is finished.