I Regard You as Enemies, Yet You're All After My Heart!

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It's unbelievable, but it's really in front of you.

Chu Yunshu's hands trembled uncontrollably.

This is a pair of hands of a cultivator, a pair of hands playing the piano. The music played makes all beasts surrender to the heavens and sings harmoniously. Thousands of monks have been killed.

But now, they are ridiculously jealous, or because of the enemy who must be killed.

The slender five fingers trembled uncontrollably, and the blue veins on the back of the white hand weakly vibrated with the pulse of the heart.

"No, no."

Chu Yunshu's eyes became more and more bloody, but his face was cold and numb.

But the aura around him has become less and less, and the devilish energy is so strong that it almost dispels the aura from the mountain.

A zither string popped out of Chu Yunshu's hand, carrying the power of destruction on it. When it swept across, the devilish energy avoided one after another, and it went straight into his heart.

Chu Yunshu opened his eyes indifferently, neither sad nor happy in his eyes, the surrounding demon energy finally recovered, Chu Yunshu wiped a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his lips, and flew back to the cave.

The cave here is a naturally formed Lingquan Daohu, and the layers of agitated aura become more intense under the guidance of the sound of the avenue, and even condense into fog, as if in a fairyland.

Such a place is the best place to stabilize the mind. No matter how the inner demons surge, Chu Yunshu can keep the Lingtai clear after returning to the cave.

But this time, the scenes he saw in Chu Wuqing's cave dwelling lingered in his mind, and even gave birth to boundless illusions.

Dressed in a snow-colored robe with wide sleeves hanging down to the ground, the boy's long silver hair was blown by the wind. When he walked from the mist, he almost looked like a fairy.

But the feet are bare/naked on the ground.

The bare/exposed instep skin is whiter than snow, white to transparent, it seems that a little force will leave traces of beauty.

The soles of the feet are immature powder, setting off the petal-like nails on them.

Chu Wuqing approached step by step, raised her long eyebrows contemptuously, and her phoenix eyes sparkled, "Chu Yunshu, you are just an outcast, an outcast that everyone can trample on."

Such a condescension, speaking the most vicious words... But without the slightest feeling of hatred, can't arouse the slightest anger.

It only made people feel an urge to make him cry. I don't know if he can still maintain this arrogance like a cloud when he is crying.

He wanted to kill everyone around him for this, and completely imprison and possess him...only his own.

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Chu Yunshu's mouth, and all the Dao methods came to an abrupt end, and he couldn't even maintain the most basic meditation posture. His face was pale, as white as an evil ghost walking from hell.

But her lips were scorching red stained with blood, she gritted her teeth and muttered frantically: "No, I don't like him, how could I like him, I'm just jealous."

"I'm just jealous that Chu Wuqing has someone to guard him. He is clearly from the Chu family, and he was obviously born in the Chu family's Gu-raising rules. All the cannibalism is just to raise a young sect, but Chu Wuqing jumped out of the Gu-raising rules." outside."

"It's hatred, it's jealousy, it's definitely not love," Chu Yunshu's words became slower and firmer, as if he had deceived himself, "It's just that this feeling is too complicated, which made me The illusion of possessive love, I want to possess him, just to... let this patriarch's son experience all the pain I have experienced before."

"That's right, that's it." Chu Yunshu's eyes were slightly closed, his fluttering and messy breath gradually stabilized, his face was cold, but there were fine sweat stains on his temples.

With a big sleeve raised, the immaculate hand swiped forward out of thin air, and the Changqin suddenly appeared.

Chu Yunshu played with both hands, and the extremely beautiful music flowed between his fingers.

More and more spirit beasts are rushing towards Dao Lake, and even the birds who pursue freedom stop on the lake, opening their slender beaks, and the little spirit snake they just caught falls from it.

Out of the fatal crisis, the spirit snake did not run away, but coiled itself up with the music, and immersed itself beside Asuka.

The movements of Chu Yunshu's fingers are getting slower and slower, but the music that comes out is getting more and more beautiful. Every note can bring the ultimate enjoyment to everything in the world.

His eyes closed slowly with the music.

Hypnotize yourself with the voice of the Great Dao, and wake up after three years, so... Chu Wuqing, I can never see you again.

Those who are hypnotized by the sound of the Tao will cut off all the distracting thoughts in the world, leaving only the true heart and falling asleep.

******

In the primordial world, layers of clouds and mist are lingering, like a huge curtain blocking everything in the world.

There are bursts of mysterious Dao sounds in my ears.

Chu Yunshu opened his eyes, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

who I am?Where am I?

In the dark, there seems to be a voice telling himself that he should meditate, he should practice, mobilize the spiritual power in his body, let his cultivation reach a higher level, and let his Taoism go further.

But just as he started to use the spiritual power in his body, he felt a sense of loneliness rising from his heart, as if the most important thing was lost.

Didn't want to meditate at all.

Chu Yunshu looked around at the vast white surroundings, his divine sense swept across in all directions, but he couldn't penetrate the layers of clouds at all.

What you see is nothing but white.

Chu Yunshu stood up, but just took a step, the mist, which even his spiritual sense could not penetrate, suddenly split into two towards the place where he took the step, revealing a small path.

Weird.

The winding path is paved with pebbles soaked in mortal fireworks.

"Don't pass, you can't pass." In the dark, there seemed to be a voice whispering in his ear.

He is an immortal, and the other end of the path is the hell where immortals and demons fall.

But another voice quickly rang in his ears, "You are a demon, what are you afraid of? Only those mediocre cowards will always stand still and dare not challenge anything. Immortals are fearless, demons are fearless, against the sky And Xiu, ask the Supreme Dao, you don’t even dare to face your original heart, how can you ask the Dao?”

"So, is it worthy of being called a genius?" The voice was extremely bewitching.

The first voice became anxious, "A cultivator cultivates his heart, and what he cultivates is a firm Dao heart, not disturbed by foreign objects, and stepping into hell knowingly, that is self-destructive Dao foundation, self-destruction, unwise move! "

"Stop and meditate!"

"Heh, do you dare or not?"

Chu Yunshu's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of depth in his eyes. He took another step, and with a light wave of his hand, the two noisy voices in his ears suddenly disappeared.

Every time he took a step, the mist dissipated. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the end of the path.

Everything in this world became extremely clear, and I was in the world of mortals.

At this time in March in Yangchun, it is the time when the willow wind is not cold.

He stood on the high bridge over the moat, and the bustling and noisy voice reached Chu Yunshu's ears.

Aristocratic teenagers in fresh clothes and furious horses, shops lined up on the river bank, small buildings with blue tiles and white walls hiding famous prostitutes, large sedan chairs lifted by several people, exquisitely carved fences, peddlers peddling in the street...everything is rushing. Into his consciousness.

It was full of human colors that he had never experienced before.

It is completely different from the fairy family atmosphere in Chutian City where he lived since he was a child.

"Is this also considered a demon?" Chu Yunshu turned around and wanted to leave. At this moment, a painting boat came slowly from a distance.

The corners of the eaves are upturned, and even a window lattice has been finely carved with layers of dark flowers. On the deck, there are silk and bamboo orchestras, and dancers dance lightly.

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper came out of the boat building, waved his hands and said, "Stop, my lord is asleep."

All the music and dancing stopped abruptly in this greeting.

Chu Yunshu's pupils shrank slightly, and a strong throbbing suddenly appeared in his heart. There was a strange magic power in the cabin that attracted all his spiritual thoughts.

When the painting boat passed under the bridge, Chu Yunshu jumped and fell lightly into the boat.

He walked towards the source of gravity step by step, only to feel that something was moving in his chest, about to burst out, creating a strange tension.

Even with a trace of boundless fear.

This is a wing room with extremely luxurious decoration, and every decoration in it speaks for itself.

But Chu Yunshu's eyes turned a blind eye, only seeing the young man sleeping soundly on the long sole.

The long robe was casually draped over her body, and her long hair fell like flowing water.

Even though he was fast asleep, the boy was still holding a flagon in his drooping hand.

The face is a thin red after drunkenness, just like the peach blossoms of Sanchun smudged on the white snow.

There was a roar in Chu Yunshu's head, and his rapidly beating heart stopped suddenly. After a while, everything exploded suddenly, like the world was being torn apart...

"Chu Wuqing."

After saying this, Chu Yunshu stood still, and the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he regained a trace of clarity.

The young man seemed startled by the call, and murmured with his lips, "Who is calling me?" He wanted to stand up, but the hangover made him unable to lift his eyelids, his fingers trembled slightly, and the flagon was about to fall from his hand , the whole person fell towards the collapse.

Before Chu Yunshu's mind could react, his body had already stepped forward to catch the young man, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly embraced him warmly and softly.

Even though he fell to the ground, the boy still didn't wake up, he just opened his eyes vainly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and quickly put all the hazy eye waves under his eyelids, and fell into a deep sleep again.

For comfort, he turned his body around, opened his mouth slightly, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick the plump lower lip moistened by the wine, as if he had stolen a wisp of the fragrance of the wine, the corners of his lips curled up contentedly.

Chu Yunshu's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he wanted to shake off the goblin that disturbed his mind, and wanted to return to that pale and primordial land.

But the bewitching voice sounded again.

"Are you afraid? What are you afraid of? It's just a dream, a dream that lets you do whatever you want."

"There is no Tao you want to pursue here, and you are not the Chu family. This is just a mortal city, and you are just the teacher of this aristocratic son. He is stubborn, he likes to have fun, and indulges in singing and dancing. You are a mortal city." Great Confucianism, but he is inclined to the Marquis's life-saving grace, so he has no choice but to be his husband."

As these words sounded, the clothes on Chu Yunshu's body suddenly changed, turning into a black robe with a rich crown.

"He lied to you again with a clumsy excuse, saying that he went to the family temple to burn incense for his grandmother and beg for safety, but he chartered a boat outside the city and drank unconsciously. As a sir, shouldn't you punish him now?"

The young man's long eyebrows were slightly frowned, he didn't know what he dreamed of, his soft body trembled suddenly, and even his voice trembled slightly, accompanied by bursts of drunken panting, "Sir... um, no, woo, no , Disciple, I know I was wrong."

The author has something to say: My conscience hurts!real!1300 characters more than the anti-theft chapter.

I wrote [-] yuan that night...but I got stuck ==, and then I got a cervical spondylosis. When I sat down, I felt dark in front of my eyes, and I couldn't lift my neck, which affected my thinking QAQ.

Adding Kawen, writing Chu Yunshu has been stuck, and I finally wrote it out, but the word lost the manuscript, and it crashed twice in a row!