"Ah——!h

The cold sound can even be shocked by a thunderbolt, not to mention that in the middle of the night, he found a strange thing that someone was suddenly sitting on the edge of the bed, and he was directly frightened, and his mind was blank.

By the time he became conscious, he had fallen under the bed, and he was weak and could only struggle to crawl out. "Uncle! Uncle - yes, somebody......"

Laugh at.

The candles in the dormitory were lit suddenly, and the sudden light made Su Hansheng subconsciously close his eyes, and his trembling heart seemed to be filled with fear, and his heartbeat was like a drum almost bursting out of his throat.

Suddenly, "Scared?" The voice in his ears was very familiar, and he turned to look at it tremblingly.

Chongjue was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him in a loose and loose white robe, and a rare mermaid candle was faintly lit beside him.

The candlelight lit up half of his face warm and soft, but the other face was hidden in the darkness, like a demon waiting for an opportunity, which made people shudder to look at it in the middle of the night.

Su Hansheng sat on the ground and gasped for a long time, his forehead was full of sweat, his voice was crying, and he said confusedly: "Uncle...... Uncle?"

Chongjue got up and walked to his side and helped him up on one knee. The candle flame illuminated his face, and there was no sense of weirdness that separated black and white.

"Why are you crying like this?" Chongjue stretched out his hand to wipe the frightened tears on his face, and sighed softly, "I'm just here to see if you've been bitten by insects again." "

The cold sound was frightened enough, and his whole body suddenly collapsed, staggering into the arms of the culprit who brought him an overwhelming sense of fear, his weak hand grabbed Chongjue's clothes, and his lips trembled and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The Buddha Hall is very close to the Snow Mountain in the back mountain, and it is colder than ordinary places in early autumn.

Chongjue didn't know if he was scared or frozen, and he was cold, so he simply picked him up and hugged him in his arms and gently coaxed him, and stroked the back of his head with his palm running down the back of his head.

"Can't be scared, can't be scared, uncle is here."

In their previous lives, there was also a big difference in the body shape between the two, and the cold sound was as light as a feather all over the body, and sometimes the head was slammed to the head of the bed, and I was dizzy.

Now that he has not yet reached the crown, he is embraced in the arms of Chongjue, who is mighty and kui'an, the whole person almost shrinks into his arms, his heart is still pounding in fear, and he is breathless for a long time: "It's all your ...... scared"

Whoever is good and respectful will come to the junior's bedside in the middle of the night

Let's see if there are any bugs, and don't light the lights yet. But if he had a heart disease, he would have been scared to death.

Chongjue stroked his head, seemed to chuckle, and said, "Wasn't it quite bold when I was a child, if you weren't allowed to climb the pagoda, you had to climb up, and you grinned even if you broke your front teeth."

Su Hansheng didn't remember anything about his childhood at all, he just thought he was so strange. One will say that he is well-behaved, and the other will say that he is bold and stumbling his teeth.

Chongjue carried the frightened man to the couch, brushed the sweaty hair on his forehead, and fetched water to feed him.

Su Hansheng only drank half a cup, and it took a long time to finally stabilize the fear that spread all over his body.

He leaned on the pillow with his dying breath, stared at Chongjue boldly, endured and endured it or didn't hold back, and said in a strange manner: "Uncle came here at night, but his cultivation was monstrous, and he noticed that an insect was about to gnaw me to death, so he sat on the edge of the bed and helped me pinch the worm without lighting the lamp?"

"Hmm." Chongjue slowly pinched the porcelain cup, looked at the candle flame reflected in the remaining half of the cup of water, and said lightly, "I haven't lived in the dormitory for a long time, and there are indeed some insects."

Su Han glared at him: "Where, where! Catch it and show me. ”

Before Chongjue could speak, Su Hansheng "hissed" himself, impatiently lifted his robe, and his eyes suddenly widened.

I saw that on his plain white ankles, there were really several unknown black insects crawling densely, and the ankle bone began to appear the strange red marks of yesterday.

Chongjue said: "Well, it's ......"

Before the words fell, the cold voice suddenly jumped up, and he threw himself directly on Chongjue, screaming with a pale face: "Bug! Crawled up my calf...... Uncle! Chongjue!"

Su Shaojun is not even afraid of snakes, but he is afraid of this dense insect.

Chongjue was stunned, raised his hand to wrap his hand around Su Hansheng's slender waist, his eyes swept coldly, and the black insects turned into a lock of black mist and dissipated in place.

"Well, they're dead."

The goosebumps rose all over the body, and he struggled to push down the robe on his body: "Can you help me see if there is still anything in the clothes?!" Yes! Why are there insects in the Buddha hall dormitories during the Mahayana period?"

This is not in keeping with the identity of the World-Honored One!

Su Hansheng was crying with a rash, and his clothes were disheveled and he was almost half-naked and drilled into Chongjue's arms. Chongjue gently helped Shu Hansheng tear off his shirt and perfunctorily checked the so-called "bugs".

He seemed to enjoy the wholehearted dependence of Su Hansheng, whether it was the "uncle" blurted out when he was frightened, or the insect at this time

The instinct of fear subconsciously towards him.

Chongjue's eyes were mysteriously cold. What he wanted from beginning to end was the trust and dependence of Su Hansheng's subconscious, so that he would not always think about how to escape from his side.

If Su Hansheng can always be so obedient, he can always play the role of "uncle" who makes him feel at ease. As long as he's well-behaved.

As long as he doesn't run away......

"I don't want to sleep here."

Su Hansheng hugged Chongjue's neck, his eyes were red, and his hands were clutching the red marks on his ankles, wishing he was dead.

He said sullenly: "Tomorrow I will come back to Wuzhai - my companion is also a tree, and I have not seen it attract so many insects to bite me for so many years."

Chongjue's eyes sank, and the candle flame danced, illuminating Mo Qing's pupils like a cluster of ghostly floating ghost fires.

Shu Hansheng keenly noticed that Chongjue's expression was not quite right, and then realized that he was in a disheveled posture and holding a long neck, and thought that the old man was affected by his dissolute behavior again, so he quickly got off him and whispered to apologize.

"I'm rude, uncle, don't blame me."

Chongjue raised his hand and waved it, and cleaned the bed spotlessly again.

His expression was faint, as if he hadn't heard the words that Su Hansheng was leaving, so he took out yesterday's medicinal wine as usual, held the ankle that Su Hansheng was about to break free, and made a gesture to give him medicine.

Su Hansheng frowned: "Forget it, I'll take a shower and go back to Wuzhai first, it's not far from here." Chongjue's hand holding his ankle tightened.

Su was stunned for a moment: "Uncle?"

Chongjue said a faint "um", but he didn't mean to agree: "Let's talk about it tomorrow." It's still early, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

I don't know why.

He was frightened twice, even if Chongjue rearranged the bed, the shadow in his heart was still there, even if he wanted to go back to Wuzhai in the middle of the night, where could he sleep as usual.

I don't know that Chongjue's tone is too demagogic, and he stared at him for a long time, his mind was blank, and even his amber-like eyes gradually lost their expression, and he muttered and repeated.

"What my uncle said is that it's still early, and Xiao Xiao wants to sleep a little longer."

Chongjue smiled and said softly rewardingly, "Be good, go to sleep."

Su Hansheng had no chance to react, and immediately fell into the soft pillow, but closed his eyes in an instant, and fell into a deep sleep suddenly, docile and well-behaved.

Chongjue clasped the ankle of Su Hansheng, but instead of being a "considerate uncle" to medicate him, he got up and stepped forward, ink

The blue eyes seemed to be brewing a storm, and they stared directly at the sleeping face with a cold sound with covetousness.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are a little more immature than in his previous life, and he is full of vigor that Chongjue has never had.

Infernal Hell, a place that can be called purgatory, if the cold voice with no place to return wants to live, he can only cling to his life-saving driftwood, and he can't relax for a moment.

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nbsp; The young man who has not yet reached the crown does not seem to have experienced the trials and tribulations of his previous life, and he has two or three teachers and friends around him, and he still has the innocence of not knowing the world.

…… You don't have to climb driftwood to survive.

Chongjue's eyes were heavy, and his wide hand pinched Su Hansheng's slender ankle and ankle bone, almost uncontrollably exerting an inch of force.

"If you dare to run away, I will crush your foot bones inch by inch, so that you can only lie on the couch for the rest of your life from now on."

He's running away.

Chongjue thought indifferently. Since he still wants to escape, he will do what he says, and if he crushes the slender foot bones, he can only .......

Before he could finish thinking about it, the cold voice in his sleep frowned and cried out in pain, and said in his dream: "Uncle." Chongjue's pupils shrank slightly, and the hand that was about to tighten loosened.

Su Hansheng's feet fell abruptly on Chongjue's knees, he probably felt uncomfortable, kicked suddenly, turned over and continued to sleep comfortably, without heart and lungs to the extreme.

Chongjue looked at him with a heavy expression for a long time, and finally sighed silently, leaned down and grabbed the smooth back of his neck exposed by Su Hansheng's sideways almost angrily.

The cold sound of "hmm", a slight pain appeared between his eyebrows, and the hand hanging on one side grabbed the warm folds of the sheets. …… But he still hasn't woken up.

Never mind.

Chongjue looked at his sleeping face and thought, "Forget it first."

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I slept until I woke up naturally. The bell for the morning class had just rang for the first time.

The cold sound was sleepy-eyed, and I washed up in a daze, probably too tired to nap on the chair when I was tying the waist seal, and when I woke up unintentionally, I quickly jumped up and hurriedly ran to the Buddha hall.

Uncle Uncle! How many times has the morning bell struck?!

Chongjue was participating in meditation, and he didn't dislike the noise of the cold sound, and said, "The second sound just sounded." Su was stunned. Is it so slow?

He thought it was the sixth sound.

Chongjue said: There are pastries on the small table, eat them and then go out.

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Su Hansheng didn't think much about it, nodded obediently and ate a few pieces of peach blossom cake, picked up yesterday's homework and books and got up: "Then I'll go to class." Well.

I ran up to Shanxue Zhai with a cold sound, and arrived just in time for the fourth morning bell to ring.

Yuan Qian had already arrived, and when he saw him, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Shaojun, why did you come so early today?" Su Hansheng was very proud, and said arrogantly: "I will come so early in the future." Yuan Qian laughed and fell: "Okay, good, I'll wait and see."

After a while, the mountain chief came to class.

I listened intently to the cold sound, but I always felt that something was not quite right after a few verses.

Isn't this Zheng Shanchang from Motizhai, why is it not about organ arithmetic, but a bit like ...... Dharma?

I don't know why, but I see that everyone else is nothing unusual, but I don't understand it when I think it's an extra class, and I continue to listen carefully.

Xu Nanzhi and Zhuang Lingxiu had not yet returned from training, and there was no place to spend time in the cold sound, and Qi Fuzhao said that someone was following him, so he had to go back to Wuzhai after class and invite Yuan Qian and Wu Baili to do their homework.

Since then, the sound of the cold has been on the two points and lines of Luowu Zhai and Shangshan Xuezhai, and more than half a month has passed normally.

Halfway through, he also thought about going over to find Chongjue, but he always felt that something strange about the things in the Buddha Hall in those days, and he subconsciously rejected it, and even the feelings that he didn't even notice were almost drying up a little bit.

In half a month, Wu Baili finally made two longbows from the vines of the Divine Tree, which were engraved with dense magic patterns.

Su Hansheng got the same divine bow as Wu Baili, and when he landed, he felt that he was a marksman, and happily called Shang Yuan Qian, Wu Baili and Qi Fu Zhao to go to the back mountain to compare archery.

The associated trees are like fish in water in the mountains and forests, and the sound of the cold is stepping on a branch and almost speeding through the dense forest. The imitation wooden spirit beast found from the ink tire was hidden everywhere, and the cold sound was tied to the string and the bow was drawn, and the squinting eyes released an arrow with a "sigh".

Wu Baili said quietly: "Didn't hit."

Su Hansheng was not discouraged, Su Bai's fingers continued to hook the strings, and swore solemnly: "I will definitely hit the next arrow."

Yuan Qian laughed: "That's what you said about the first dozen arrows."

The sound of the cold was another arrow.

Still missed.

Shu Hansheng kicked down the companion tree under his feet and urged: "Hurry up, rush to the front!" I'm going to hit the next shot!"

Qi Fu Zhao hesitated and said, "Shaojun, there is a cliff ahead, you should be careful......

Long-winded.

He didn't listen to the cold sound at all, he just wanted to be ashamed of the snow, and manipulated the companion tree to chase the wood spirit beast.

Qi Fu Zhao was right, there was a cliff in front of him.

The cold sound of the hunting robe pinched the waist very thin, and the whole person was full of vitality, as if the bad things in the previous life had disappeared from memory, like a real high-spirited young man, with a smile in his eyebrows, pulling his bow and setting the string to release arrows.

Shout. The arrow pierced the heart of the wooden spirit beast and nailed it straight to the boulder.

The sound of the cold immediately rejoiced: Baili, Yuan Qian, Qi Fu Zhao! Look, I shot...... Yes!

As soon as the words fell, the main trunk of the companion tree was too far away from here, and the branches finally could not take a single step, and suddenly seemed to have lost all their vitality, turning into dead branches with no spiritual power.

The sound of the cold was already on the edge of the cliff, and the dead branches under his feet broke suddenly, and the whole person staggered towards the cliff. Yes...... Qi Fu Zhao's pupils shrank sharply, and he said sharply: Shaojun!

The feeling of weightlessness swept over the whole body, and Su Hansheng subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the hand stretched out by Qi Fu Zhao, but it was too late, so he could only let himself fall straight down.

Shaojun!

"What are you yelling about, you want to die or live." Wu Baili rushed over and glanced at the secluded road, This cliff is only three zhang high, and there is a secluded pool below, no matter how Shaojun says it, he also has a foundation building period to cultivate, and nothing can happen.

Beggar Zhao: ...

The cliff is indeed not high, and Su Hansheng struggled to urge his spiritual power to resist the wind, but his cultivation was too weak, so he could only close his eyes and let himself fall into the clear pool below.

Puff –

Su Hansheng suddenly opened his eyes, gasped for breath, maintained the posture of reaching forward, and stared blankly at the bed curtain above his head.

He did not fall into the pool, and the surrounding area was no longer the lush forest of the back mountain...... It's not even daylight outside.

The cold sound of the heartbeat was like a drum, and he looked at the bed curtain in confusion for a long time, and his eyes moved down slightly. It was still dark outside the window lattice, and the rare mermaid candle on the small table next to the bed was only half burning.

Candles flickering. Chongjue sat by the window, dressed in a warm candle flame, and his eyes were faintly watching the cold sound.

The illusion was forcibly shattered, and the remaining spiritual power still lingered in the cramped bed, and the cold sound came from the bloodline of the Fu Er clan, just by looking at the broken runes......

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Su Hansheng was stunned.

It's only been half a month, is it just a fantasy?

Chongjue leaned forward, his cold hand brushed the side of his face, feeling him trembling slightly under his palm, but somehow he laughed.

How woke up.

A treacherous smile appeared on Chongjue's handsome face, without the gentleness and coldness of Mount Meru, but with a ...... that made Su Hansheng familiar to the point of almost fear Evil thoughts.

Doesn't this dream fit Xiao Xiao's mind? He asked.

Su Hansheng looked at Chongjue under the candle flame, and suddenly shuddered.

"Chong...... Jue?