In the evening, Shen Sui sat on the bed, watching the young man with handsome features and slender green pines approaching, without any expression on his face.

"Since you don't want to go to your lord to see a doctor, then even if you feel uncomfortable tonight, bear it for me."

Shen Sui lowered his brows, showing a bit of a ferocious look, "If you touch it again, I'll break it off for you."

Lin Huaizhu looked at Shen Sui quietly, his black eyes were as hazy as smoke under the lamp, making him look extremely pure and innocent.

Shen Sui was too lazy to look at his deceptive face, turned over and lay down on the pillow.

After a while, Lin Huaizhu extinguished the lamp, went to bed and slept next to Shen Sui in a leisurely manner.

This threat was very effective, Lin Huaizhu didn't act as a monster all night, but Shen Sui still slept soundly in the middle of the night like yesterday.

No matter how late he slept, Shen Sui was still awakened by the biological clock when it was time for morning exercises, and opened his eyes in bewilderment.

Lin Huaizhu posted it at some point, and covered him with the same quilt.

Before, Lin Huaizhu had never had the bad habit of snatching people's quilts, but recently, for some reason, it has been like this for several nights in a row.

As soon as Shen Sui woke up, he was not in the mood to argue with him, and planned to get up and practice sword after waking up for a while.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Lin Huaizhu's arm suddenly entwined, and his body temperature was familiar hot.

Shen Sui suddenly became vigilant.

Lin Huaizhu didn't do anything, but buried his face in the back of Shen Sui's neck.

Shen Sui pushed him away, Lin Huaizhu didn't say anything, and then sat up and dressed, his eyebrows were lowered, his long eyelashes drooped, and his expression was a bit lonely and gloomy.

Shen Sui glanced at him, then unconsciously looked at that place.

Lin Huaizhu smiled suddenly, that smile was like the first sun shining on the forest, the breeze fading away the clouds, his eyes filled with a small smile, he wrapped his arms around Shen Sui's waist in front of him, and rubbed the tip of his nose playfully behind Shen Sui's ear.

"It's still hard to bear," he said.

Shen Sui was completely confused by Lin Huaizhu's flowing green tea routine, cursed secretly in his heart, and pinched Lin Huaizhu's waist.

Lin Huaizhu called out with a low smile, "Brother."

The scorching breath came, Shen Sui's ears were mostly numb, he tightened his cheeks, gritted his teeth and said, "Stop flirting, get up, I'm going to practice swords."

This was the first time Shen Sui called himself Laozi in front of Lin Huaizhu, and he was really a little angry.

As for why Shen Sui was angry, he couldn't tell, anyway, he was inexplicably annoyed and irritable.

Lin Huaizhu didn't panic, Shi Shiran let go of Shen Sui, and got out of bed to fetch his clothes.

With a dark face, Shen Sui pulled the clothes from Lin Huaizhu's hand, and put them on angrily.

The widowed king became dissatisfied with his desires.

The speed of the man turning bad is really fast, not to mention that this man was originally a black heart.

The match between Shen Sui and Ling Daoqing was in the afternoon, and this time there were more people coming to watch the match than that day.

Although Ling Daoqing is the eldest brother of Xuan Tian Sect, he rarely shows up. His name is only famous in Lingxiao Peak, and he is not as good as Yin Shu outside.

The reason why he seldom shows up is not only because of his withdrawn temperament, but also because of his poor health.

Most people in Xuan Tian Sect didn't know Ling Daoqing's real identity, and they simply thought that their superiors liked his roots, so they brought him, an orphan, back to Lingxiao Peak as a disciple.

Shen Sui was one of the few insiders.

Ling Daoqing in the movie is full of sadness, he and Lin Huaizhu are both tragic and strong.

It's just that the appearance is not pleasing, the personality is also gloomy and weird, and there is not much ink, so it does not attract readers' like and attention.

Until Ling Daoqing died tragically to save Du Xunmi, the comment section burst into tears.

This book is actually very routine, but the group portraits are very well created, coupled with the fast pace and cool plot, Shen Sui only followed up and read more than half of it.

Unlike other disciples of Xuan Tian Sect, Ling Daoqing was dressed in black.

His face was pale, his cheeks were sunken, his brows were high and steep, his thin lips were as white as paper, and his whole person exuded a lifeless, gloomy and surly expression.

The first impression of such a face is very bad, even Du Xunmi, who is lively by nature, is as obedient as a cat when he sees this senior brother.

Shen Sui knew Ling Daoqing's true temperament, so he was not intimidated by his gloomy demeanor.

Holding Chushu in his hand, he cupped his hands and bowed to Ling Daoqing, "Elder brother."

Ling Daoqing didn't speak, his complexion was very bad, his breathing was unstable, and he suppressed a cough in his throat, as if he would die of illness in the next second.

It's just that the disease is dying, but in fact, this strange disease will not let Ling Daoqing die easily.

He was very talented, after all he came from a famous family, Ling Daoqing inherited the excellent roots of his parents.

At the beginning of the competition, Shen Sui was no longer polite, and Chu Shu groaned with his master's fighting spirit.

Ling Daoqing is the true successor of the sword master, standing beside him is a black and gold sword case two feet wide and four feet one inch long.

There are sixteen peerless swords in total.

The sword box was opened, and Ling Daoqing's voice was hoarse like a night owl, "Flying snow and deer crowing."

Hearing the sound, two long swords flew out of the sword box.

One is bright, the other is black, and the sword rushes towards Shen Sui, overflowing with fierce killing intent.

Feixue is the shortest handle of the sword box, shaped like a hairpin with a crown, famous for its speed, when it walks away like a white horse passing through the gap, only a white light remains.

Shen Sui felt his eyes go blank, and Feixue brushed against his cheeks, peeling away the flesh and revealing the bones.

Seeing this, Lin Huaizhu frowned.

Shen Sui was not afraid of pain, he raised his sword to block it, and Chu Shu immediately felt like a soft sword wrapped around his waist, the blade of the sword pressed against his cheek, the tip of the sword and the hilt folded like a crescent moon.

Clank.

Feixue bumped into the surface of Chushu, the bent sword tip 'bited' Feixue like a snake, and drew a sword light on it.

Taking advantage of the lingering momentum of the summer heat, Shen Sui turned around, turned his wrist, and blocked another black sword Lu Ming that flew towards Ling Daoqing.

Ling Daoqing did not hide, and said coldly: "Po Sha, get out!"

The sword box vibrated violently, and a three-foot-three-inch long black giant sword stood in front of Shen Suijian like a huge mountain ridge.

Chu Shu collided with the huge sword, and the huge sword was like a strong wind passing over the hills. The shock made Shen Sui's arms numb, and he could hardly hold the sword in his hand.

Ling Daoqing didn't give Shen Sui time to rest, and Feixue came through the sky.

Shen Sui's eyes turned sharply back to Chushu, the sword groaned, and he pulled three flowers in a row, one flower blocked the flying snow, the other stabbed the deer, and the last flower smashed away the giant sword that had been cut.

He carried his sword and walked among the three swords, his figure was like the wind, his feet didn't touch the ground, and he was as erratic as dust.

The people under the trial platform could only see Shen Sui's phantom, staring nervously at the platform with sore eyes.

Those with high cultivation could see Shen Sui's whereabouts clearly. Lin Huaizhu didn't blink his eyelashes, only his dark pupils moved, and his gaze was glued to Shen Sui.

There was fine sweat on Shen Sui's forehead, and the wounds on his body were scratched by Feixue.

At this moment, he wished to grow a pair of legs and feet, and he must learn the cloud body clone technique in the future.

Ling Daoqing was not much better, his complexion became even paler, and there was a mouthful of blood in his throat.

Ling Daoqing's swordsmanship and talent are among the best among Xuan Tian Sect's disciples. With his current ability, he can only summon three swords.

The three swords must win in a short time, otherwise Ling Daoqing's body will not be able to hold on.

This is the case for all kendo inheritors, serving the sword with their body, nourishing the sword with their spirit, and contracting the sword with their soul. Ling Daoqing's grandfather could only summon six swords after practicing for a hundred years.

The highlight moment of Ling Daoqing was before he died, when he summoned ten swords with his own spiritual power, and finally his spiritual veins were destroyed and he died.

In fact, there are not many swords. The real sword master, that is, Ling Daoqing's ancestor, is famous for "Heavenly Sword".

With any sword in the sword box, he can use the sword of Heavenly Slash.

The current Ling Daoqing is much worse than his grandfather and ancestors.

So what Shen Sui has to do now is to hold on until Ling Daoqing's spiritual energy is insufficient and his flaws are exposed.

He moved around on the stage, his face, shoulders, chest, back, and back of his hands were all covered in wounds from flying snow.

Shen Sui was able to block Luming, and he was barely able to fight against Posha head-on, but he couldn't prevent Feixue.

It really complied with that sentence - martial arts in the world, only fast can not be broken.

Shen Sui could only protect the vital points, gritted his teeth and raised the sword and shook his wrist, the light of the sword sprinkled all over the sky, sometimes the soft sword twisted, and sometimes it was straight and hard.

Not long after, Shen Sui had a few more wounds on his body, his clothes were stained with blood, but his eyes were still bright.

The sword light intertwined, and Shen Sui's brows and eyes were blurred.

When Shen Sui was in a panic, Ling Daoqing was not much better, his blood flowed from his throat to his teeth, and his bony white fingers covered the sword box and trembled faintly.

Ling Daoqing swallowed the mouthful of blood, calmed down and released more spiritual power.

The three swords ate the spiritual energy, and the sword light was so strong that Shen Sui was trapped in it.

Shen Sui was physically exhausted, but his spirit was high. The more he fought, the more courageous he became.

The sword walks with the heart, and the sword is one.

He broke through another layer of sword intent, and he was able to pull out four sword flowers in a flash.

A stream of blood overflowed between Ling Daoqing's lips and teeth, and his pupils shook slightly.

It's now!

Shen Sui's eyes were bright, and he cut Luming away, and the dangling sword tip was as close to Posha as a water snake wrapped around a stone.

The tip of the sword swept across Posha, and with the force of the rebound, Shen Sui's fingertips moved slightly, and Chu Shu rubbed against the flying snow.

Feixue's sword tilted, missed her aim, and pierced through Shen Sui's shoulder.

At the same time, the Chushu in Shen Sui's hand was like a broken bamboo, stabbing Ling Daoqing straight.

The tip of the sword opened Ling Daoqing's skirt, and finally stopped at his throat. The sword body was trembling, and half an inch would kill him.

The sound of the wind passed through the ears, and the shadows of the trees moved obliquely.

No one said a word in Yiyiya for a long time, only Shen Sui and Ling Daoqing, who were covered in blood, were panting.

The elder watching the battle finally came back to his senses, stood up and said: "Shen Sui won this battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped onto the trial platform alone.

Shen Sui withdrew his long sword, his spiritual power was seriously exhausted, dizzy, tinnitus, and limbs were weak, he didn't react until he was carried off the stage and walked a few feet away.

His heart was beating extremely fast, his fingertips were twitching uncontrollably, and his spirit was still in the excitement of the competition.

Shen Sui lay on Lin Huaizhu's shoulder, with a weak voice full of dissatisfaction and regret, "I am so handsome today, I should step down by myself."

Lin Huaizhu hugged his legs, his eyes were silent, "You look handsome no matter how you come down."

Shen Sui liked to hear these words, curled up the corners of his mouth and honestly lay on Lin Huaizhu's shoulder.

Shen Sui vaguely remembered that Ling Daoqing had vomited blood, and asked, "Brother, is everything alright?"

Although Ling Daoqing doesn't like to show off, but he is very competitive, otherwise he wouldn't drag his sick body for so long today.

Lin Huaizhu just said 'hmm' and didn't say much.

In fact, he didn't know what happened to Ling Daoqing, he neither cared nor paid attention.

Shen Sui thought that Lin Huaizhu's "um" meant nothing, so he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Lin Huaizhu remained silent along the way, and returned to the room with Shen Sui on his back, put him down and fetched a basin of water.

Shen Sui was half asleep and half awake, noticing that someone had unbuttoned his robe, and slowly opened his eyelids.

Lin Huaizhu took off his coat, and when he reached out to untie the leather belt around his waist, Shen Sui held his hand down.

Lin Huaizhu looked up at him, "I'll help you apply the medicine."

Seeing Shen Sui's hesitation, Lin Huaizhu calmly said: "Where on your body have I not seen?"

Shen Sui: ...

This is the truth, the two of them still took a bath together every day before the Essence Condensation Lotion was used up.

Shen Sui suppressed the awkwardness in his heart, closed his eyes and let it go.

As soon as Lin Huaizhu took off Shen Sui's clothes and wet the handkerchief with water, he heard footsteps coming outside.

"Junior Brother Shen." Yin Shu's voice came.

Shen Sui opened his eyes again, before he could speak, Lin Huaizhu pulled the quilt to cover him, and looked towards the door with a grim expression.