Within the enchantment of Xuanyuan Sect, the four seasons are like spring, and the begonia flowers in the courtyard are still blooming vigorously, exuding a faint fragrance of flowers. Xu is because he is in the cultivation realm, and even he is dyed with a trace of aura, which is not like the tree of the mortal world.

Sunlight penetrates through the branches and flowers and leaves, and at the same time, it also coats the begonia tree with a shallow golden light.

When the wind blows, the leafy trunks sway gently in the wind, the begonia petals fall with the wind, the young man leans on the bamboo and rattan chair, basking in the sun and reading the book, the broken hair on his forehead flutters lightly in the wind, Xu is because he is too fascinated by reading, he is not aware of the approach of Sangluo.

Sang Luo was a little surprised, this rotten king actually started reading books by himself?

At the same time, she was a little relieved.

This guy finally knows how to study hard.

She slowly approached, trying to see what he was reading.

But just when he was still two steps away from Chu Yanshu, a petal was blown by the wind and happened to blow into his eyes.

The young man was caught off guard by the petals, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, but it was when he raised his eyes that he saw Sangluo.

Chu Yanshu was stunned for a moment, and those good-looking eyebrows and eyes were stuck in a hurry, and then subconsciously hid the book he was reading behind him, and spoke with a little flustered and stammering,

"You... What are you doing here? ”

Sang Luo felt that he was a little eccentric,

"This is my house, why can't I come?"

As she spoke, she looked behind him,

"What are you reading?"

If she is so afraid of being seen, she is not looking at some evil and crooked exercises!

No, she had to see.

With that, Sang Luo went to grab the book that Chu Yanshu hid behind him.

Chu Yanshu hid back and forth, wanting to perfunctory Sang Luo.

But Sang Luo was serious, and directly used his spiritual power to turn into chains and tied him up, and Chu Yanshu couldn't break free at all.

Hierarchical suppression, his methods, are only useful for souls, and are of no use to people at all.

Sang Luo finally took the book from Chu Yanshu's hand, and then read out the name of the book with a puzzled face-

"Year Talisman Master, Senior Sister Sword Cultivation walked down the altar for me?"

Sang Luo had a question mark on his face, while Chu Yanshu turned his head, and the roots of his ears turned red completely.

“………”

Time rewinds back to three days ago, when they came back from the Fuchuan Secret Realm, Sang Luo took Song Qingyun and Huahua to the Yunyao Secret Realm to find the Iron Eating Beast Patriarch.

Chu Yanshu had nowhere to go, so he took the Shura sword and went back to the cabin of Snowfall Peak.

But Sanglu was not there, he always felt that something was missing.

He was thinking about her when he was practicing his sword, thinking about her when he was drawing talismans, and he was always looking forward to her coming back soon to urge him to cultivate.

But she never came back.

And then... He realized that something was wrong with him.

Chu Yanshu felt that his emotions were very wrong.

This kind of longing for Sang Luo is an emotion that he has never experienced in his previous life and now after living for so many years.

He had a vague conjecture in his heart...... Then, he went to the forum to check it out.

That night, Chu Yanshu took the spiritual jade in his palm and walked around several emotional forums in the Cangwu Realm, and made sure that he liked Sangluo.

Furthermore, it does not seem to be a general like.

I don't know when his interest in her seems to have turned into liking.

But he's also sure that... Sang Luo doesn't seem to like her very much.

Whether it was urging him to cultivate before, or helping him block the heavenly thunder, it seemed that he was guided by the Heavenly Dao to do the task.

He could tell she didn't like him.

Moreover, he was even a little interested in the poor ghost of the Kunwu Sword Sect.

Chu Yanshu fell into distress.