Heavenly practice

Before Shen Zhuo opened his eyes, he felt something was wrong. He remembered that he fell asleep in the Huangzi Pavilion, but at this moment, although the touch under his body was not soft, it was not as hard as the ground, and it was still warm.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a piece of white skirt, and when he looked up, he saw a thin chin with a very sharp line. It belongs to serious people.

He moved his body, wanting to continue to look up, and then met a pair of dark and calm eyes.

"woke up?"

"..."

It was only at this moment that Shen Zhuo realized that he was actually nestled into someone's arms. When he raised his head, the other person lowered his head, and the person who was close to him could kiss his forehead with just a slight movement.

Those eyes were still so indifferent, even at this moment when the two of them hugged each other with their limbs intertwined, they looked like they were drinking tea and asking questions.

"Master Ying, I have misunderstood you again."

"Misunderstanding what?"

"Who is it like?"

"Who?"

"Chang Ming."

Shen Zhuo leaned halfway in his arms, propped his head, and said with a smile, "The moon is reflected in the sky, and the Styx River is nowhere. His name is Chang Ming."

Ying Tianbai looked at him silently, while Shen Zhuo smiled to himself, the corners of his eyes were raised up, and against his long black hair, he looked a bit enchanting.

Ying Tianbai's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly leaned towards him, Shen Zhuo was startled, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that the other party just wanted to take the book on the floor.

He turned his head in embarrassment, "Hey, read a book in your spare time."

"Looked at it all night." Ying Tianbai stood up calmly.

"It's a little bit harder, there's no way, it's the nature of a scholar."

Shen Zhuo glanced at his stiff arm, and chuckled, "Is your hand numb?"

The boy looked at him lightly.

Shen Zhuo couldn't help smiling, stepped forward to take his hand, and rubbed it repeatedly, "I'm sorry."

The boy was watching him stop his hand, but when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head.

Sensing his gaze, Shen Zhuo raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ying Tianbai broke free from his hand suddenly, turned and left Huangzi Pavilion.

"..."

Shen Zhuo watched the other party leave in a daze, what does that mean?It wasn't bad just now, why did you suddenly throw up your face again?

Shaking his head helplessly, Shen Zhuo lowered his head and began to tidy up the books on the floor. There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and occasional voices of speaking.

Shen Zhuo looked back, and it was actually Ning Feiyue who took the lead, behind her were Zhao Kongyuan and other new disciples, all wearing simple Confucian shirts, Shen Zhuo remembered that the disciples of Zhentianmen had to go to class in the morning.

"Brother Shen? Why are you here?"

Ning Feiyue saw him very worried, "I went to Hongyinxuan to look for you last night, Long Xiang said you were not here, where did you go?"

"Read a book."

Shen Zhuo lifted the book in his hand and smiled, "Come to move the book?"

"Yes, Long Xiang told you."

Ning Feiyue was wearing a casual lotus root-colored skirt, with long hair hanging down her back, and she approached him playfully, "Hey, it just so happened to be a dragon roll!"

"Preview in advance."

Shen Zhuo smiled, and glanced at the group of people behind her, except for Zhao Kongyuan who had a bad face, they were the other people that Xijianchi had met that day, except for Long Xiang.

"Where's Longxiang?"

"He's sick, don't you know?" Ning Feiyue was very surprised.

"I didn't go back last night."

After Shen Zhuo said something, he asked casually, "How is it now?"

"At the master's place."

Ning Feiyue asked someone to take the books that should be taken, and looked back at Shen Zhuo with some hesitation in her eyes, "Brother Shen, did you and Long Xiang quarrel?"

"Why did you say that?" Shen Zhuo asked.

"because……"

Ning Feiyue bit her lip and looked at him dissatisfied, "You didn't even tell us where you went missing last time."

Shen Zhuo looked up at her, "You? Who else wants to know?"

Ning Feiyue pursed her lips and did not speak.

"Fei Yue, everyone has their own secrets. Long Xiang is, you are, and I am too. Since it is a secret, it means that it cannot be said. As a friend, I hope you can understand it. Do you understand?" Shen Zhuo asked.

Ning Feiyue opened her big eyes, a little stunned, "You...why are you so serious all of a sudden?"

"Have it?"

Shen Zhuo touched her head with a smile, turned around and left with the book.

Ning Feiyue stared blankly at his back, feeling a little uneasy suddenly in her heart.

On the other side, Shen Zhuo almost bumped into a person not long after he walked out. The height of the other person was only up to his neck, but he carried a stack of tall books and bumped into himself directly, and the books spilled all over the floor .

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not so... Hey, it's you?"

The other party kept apologizing, but Shen Zhuo recognized him as the black-faced boy from that day.

"You are……"

"Jiang Yi."

The black-faced boy looked at him with a grin, and looked at him very shyly, "Are you a man? Why do you look better than a woman?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo's face turned dark, so how long will this meme last?Are you so blind?

"Are you angry?"

"..."

This young man is indeed a natural black man. It is impossible for Shen Zhuo to have no impression of such a character with personality, but the fact is that he does not remember that there is such a character as Jiang Yi in Zhentianmen. Either it is the butterfly effect brought by him, or someone else arrange.

After looking the whole body of the young man in front of him, Shen Zhuo's gaze froze suddenly when he touched the kit around his waist, and he subconsciously reached out to explore, "This kit..."

"Hey--"

Jiang Yi stepped back abruptly, with a look of wariness on his face, "You can't touch this!"

"What's inside?" Shen Zhuo asked.

Jiang Yi held the kit and smiled mysteriously, "You will know later."

Shen Zhuo stared at the boy for a few seconds, then bent down and began to help him pick up books, "How do you carry so many books by yourself?"

"That Long Xiang and Ying Tianbai didn't come to pick up the book, so I had to take two more copies. It just so happens that you know Long Xiang, so I'll give it to you."

Jiang Yi curled his lips helplessly, squatted down and began to pick up books, and handed some of them to him.

Shen Zhuo naturally agreed, and was about to leave after taking the book. Suddenly, he was startled when he saw the kit bag on the other side's waist move violently.

Jiang Yi also seemed very surprised, turned around and left while clutching his bag.

Shen Zhuo frowned and watched the other party run away, feeling a strange sense of disobedience in his heart.

And when he walked forward with the book, another person stopped him.

White clothes with purple ribbons, hair tied with jade belts, the standard equipment of the three generations of Zhentianmen disciples, one generation higher than Ning Feiyue, but such a person stood in front of him and said respectfully, "Mr. Shen, the head of the sect welcomes you."

Head?Yi Qianhui?

Shen Zhuo was not surprised, on the contrary, he felt that Yi Qian came back late, and he didn't know how much he suffered from Xuanyu last time to endure until today.

"Senior brother, you see that the book in my hand is for today's class, why don't I send it first and then..."

"Young master Shen, the head is here to invite you."

The young man repeated the sentence with a cold face, as if he was threatening.

Shen Zhuo was not annoyed when he heard the words, and simply handed over the stack of books, "Then please trouble brother to send someone to send it, otherwise Sister Feiyue will get angry if it is too late."

Mentioning that Ning Feiyue's other party's expression changed, that person frowned impatiently, "Okay, I will arrange it, you come with me."

"Okay." Shen Zhuo smiled slightly.

He promised so calmly, the young man became curious instead, "You didn't ask why?"

"Brother, would you like to answer one or two questions for me?" Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows.

After holding back for a while, the young man asked, "I heard you are Long Xiang's uncle?"

"Yes, so this matter must be related to Long Xiang."

This time the young man didn't answer him again, and seemed to be jealous of something, and the smile gradually disappeared from Shen Zhuo's eyes.