I couldn't refuse my arch-nemesis' courtship today.

Chapter 11

Liang Fu wandered around until it was dark before returning to the inn. During the rally, there were too many people of all religions and ranks. It is best not to go out at night for monks who are not particularly hard-headed. Liang Fu bought a lot of gifts for all the seniors. His family is The well-known Liang family is very well-off, which is different from the pauper Xuan Ying of Xiaobaicai.

There are actually quite a few cases that Xuanjiangmen gave to Xuanying, plus Xuanying himself collected them everywhere, so he could have lived a good life, but a few years ago, he bought a lot of spiritual artifacts and finally scrapped them all, draining Xuanying. He couldn't open his mouth and Xuan Qingzi wanted Xuan Qingzi to notice the abnormality, so he had to go to the broken spirit weapon shop owner to wholesale broken spirit weapons for use.

Liang Fu knocked on Xuan Ying's door, "Brother, are you there?"

At that time Xuan Ying was occupying Shen Shimian's bed. Hearing the movement next door, he lazily turned over and raised his eyes to look at Shen Shimian. Seeing that he was still sitting at the table motionless, he reminded, "Don't tell them I'm here. this."

Shen Shimian glanced at him coolly, got up and went to open the door, Liang Fu at the door next door didn't knock on the senior brother's door, thinking that Xuan Ying hadn't come back, suddenly turned around and saw Shen Shimian, and asked casually, "Is my senior brother here?" Come back with you?"

He swore that he just asked casually, but who knew that Shen Shimian actually pointed to his room, "He's inside."

Liang Fu opened his mouth, and Xuan Ying knew something bad when he heard him speak, and jumped out of the window again before Liang Fu could react.

Shen Shimian moved half of his body away, allowing Liang Fu to see the room. Liang Fu stretched his neck suspiciously and poked his head in for a glance. The windows inside were wide open, and the evening wind blew up the curtains, but there was no one there.

Liang Fu laughed dryly, "Junior Brother Shen, you actually know how to joke, I really can't tell."

Shen Shimian still had a cold face, seeing that Zhang Xiaoya was not with Liang Fu, he asked, "Where is that woman?"

Liang Fu reacted for a while before he knew who he was asking, "You mean Junior Sister Zhang? She heard that the person sent by her sect was accidentally beaten to death by a random cultivator from Luochahai. people."

This happened as Shen Shimian expected. When Liang Fu returned, he closed the door, and Xuan Ying jumped in nimbly with the edge of the window sill, opened the soundproof barrier that came with the room, and said angrily, "Why did you tell Liang Fu? Fu?"

Shen Shimian was unmoved, "Just telling the truth, not as good at concealing and deceiving as senior brother."

Xuan Ying heard that there was something in his words, and murmured in his heart that he probably knew about the mandarin duck line. Thinking about it, he probably didn't. He was fine when he went down the mountain in the morning, and Shen Shimian stayed with him all day long. Opportunity to discover the truth doesn't have to be a siege, so he became confident again, "What did I lie to you?"

Shen Shimian's eyes darkened, and he bullied him step by step, with a deep voice, "Brother, do you remember what you said when we first met?"

Xuan Ying was stunned for a moment, the first time we met, that was how many years ago, he didn't know Shen Shimian's identity at that time, he hugged and pinched Shen Shimian like an ordinary good-looking doll, who would remember to make him happy? said something.

The next day, he uttered harsh words to Shen Shimian, and they never lived together peacefully again. Why did Shen Shimian suddenly bring up the old matter again?

Xuan Ying racked his brains and could only remember how pretty little Shen Shimian smiled at that time, full of innocence and trust that belonged to a child. Year after year, Shen Shimian became more and more indifferent to deal with him. Emotions and anger are invisible, and the child in his memory is gradually fading, and Xuan Ying has not remembered it for a long time.

Seeing his appearance, Shen Shimian knew that he had forgotten, his expression became a little colder, and he laughed at himself, others didn't take it seriously at all, only you had remembered for many years, and still had some unspeakable expectations from the other party.

"Forget it and forget it, it's not important." Shen Shimian turned his back, "That woman has already gone to the people of the Yanhu Sect, if it's tonight soon, if it's not tomorrow night, they should take action .”

Xuan Ying nodded, and also remembered the serious matter, and seriously told Shen Shimian, "If there is danger, remember to use Tomorrow's Sword Art."

The use of Tomorrow Sword Jue does not rely on spiritual power, but only on spirit and sword intent. It is undoubtedly the most suitable self-protection method for Shen Shimian now. This is only known to those who have also practiced Tomorrow Sword Jue to the third level. Although almost everyone has a copy of the tactic, there are very few who can get started, let alone comprehend its mysteries at the third level. As far as Xuan Ying knows, only he and Shen Shimian have done it.

Xuan Ying said these words with a very serious attitude, and Shen Shimian felt that Xuan Ying really didn't want him to die, but some of this hope was due to the love of his classmates in Xiushanyuan, and some of it was out of love. So you want to break the red line with him?He couldn't see clearly.

The sky was completely dark, and the lobby downstairs of the inn was still brightly lit, and many low-level immortal cultivators gathered in the lobby to talk loudly.

"I heard that the casual cultivators from Luochahai are not so fuel-efficient. Why is a small sect of the Rock Arc Sect so tough this time? It's just that a handyman disciple died." A big bearded man drank his wine and shook his head. Confuse.

Someone nearby responded, "Maybe it's because of the treasure they brought from Luochahai, but I think the people from the Yanhu Sect are not much different from those casual cultivators, so I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle. "

A tender-looking young man was sitting next to his elders. When he heard him say this, he asked curiously, "Are there many treasures in Luochahai?"

Everyone laughed at his childish words, "The Raksha Sea divides the northern and southern continents. It used to be where the Tianzhu was. Later, the Tianzhu collapsed and the Raksha Sea was formed. It is said that it carried the supreme spiritual power of the Tianzhu, forming a lot of scattered treasures. In the sea, the casual cultivators over there who are not afraid of death and go to the sea to try their luck are all desperadoes."

It was the first time for the young man to travel with the elders, and he was very interested in these legends. He listened to them with great interest, and then quietly tugged at the elders' sleeves, "Why did the Tianzhu collapse?"

The elder told him in a low voice, "Because the sword soul supporting the Tianzhu is broken."

The young man was still puzzled, "Why is the sword soul supporting the Tianzhu? Was it broken by someone? What kind of power can break it?"

Speaking of this, the young man's eyes could not help shining, fascinated by such a vast power, the elder said, "It is said that Tianzhu was originally the sword of the ancient gods, isn't this the boundary of Longshou Mountain? The head of the evil dragon is the sword cut by Tianzhu. It is broken, the core of the sword is naturally the soul of the sword, no one knows how the soul of the sword was broken, it turned into hundreds of pieces, and now it is scattered in the hands of various major forces, it is said that the gathering of the soul of the sword can rebuild the Tianzhu and connect the north and south continents again. "

The young man made a longing voice, "I really want to take a look at the sword soul and the rebuilt Tianzhu."

Different from the hustle and bustle in the downstairs lobby of the inn, Shen Shimian's room was so quiet that only Xuan Ying was breathing alone. Xuan Ying put his hands on the back of his head and occupied Shen Shimian's bed on his back. Pulling Shen Shimian who had no choice but to lie down together, Shen Shimian's whole body was as stiff as a real corpse.