Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me

The weather is clear and the blue sky is like washing.

The sunlight fell on the earth, gently and lightly brushing every inch of the mountains. Bi Lingcao swayed lightly following the breeze, and a strand of verdant vines playfully stretched out and stayed at the entrance of the cave, with aura.

Obviously, the owner of this cave mansion didn't care much about the external environment, and allowed these spirit grasses to grow freely, maintaining the way he had just moved in.

Not far from the entrance of the cave, a delicate-looking black-haired teenager stood there already having a scent of incense-this cave is the residence of Ya Xuan. I don't know why, in short, he did not choose to live in the inner mountain where the law enforcement elders are located, but alone chose a place where the aura is relatively thin near the sect.

The person standing at the entrance of the cave is Lin Zhizhi.

After chatting with the real person Qinghuo for several days, the old man admired the young master Lin’s talent for refining medicine very much. He dragged him into the alchemy room and practiced several times again. After the third success, the real person Qinghuo Finally decided to take him back to Qingfengzong. Before leaving, Lin Zhizhi thought that he still had to find Ya Xuan once—somehow. This way of leaving without saying goodbye is not only unreasonable, it is easier to arouse a further increase in the blackening value (...).

However, Lin Zhizhi inquired about Ya Xuan's residence and successfully reached the door, but got stuck in the posture of greeting-this kind of secretly knowing the attitude of the other party from the degree of goodwill, it has successfully awakened his first memory of the Jiyou boy- —Ya Xuan is still a bit better than Su Yu, so Lin Zhizhi can take the initiative to say goodbye and clarify his emotions with a sense of responsibility.

After struggling for a long time, Lin Zhizhi chose the most reliable words to greet the monks-"Are you there?" passed in through the sound transmission rune at the entrance of the cave.

no respond.

The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows in surprise, and suddenly felt that his previous entanglement was completely white. Just when he wanted to turn around and leave, a familiar voice said: "I've come here, why are you going?"

The voice is low and gorgeous, with a bit of condescending from a high position all the year round, it will never be the voice that Ya Xuan should have.

Lin Zhizhi's expression suddenly changed, no longer caring about the etiquette, and rushed directly into the cave.

There are almost no other decorations in the cave, which is as simple as the small wooden house at the foot of the mountain. The man in the scarlet robe is long in jade, holding a sword, and is looking down carefully. Hearing the movement, the man raised his head and drew a lazy smile at Lin Zhizhi.

Lin Zhizhi turned a blind eye to beauty and asked in a rare tone of eagerness: "What are you doing here? What about Yaxuan?"

Cang Lun threw the sword aside casually, spreading his hands, his eyes were innocent: "I will come here to take a look. I am very curious about the people around you. Why are you here?"

"Where did Yaxuan go?"

It's no wonder that Lin Zhizhi is so anxious, Lord Mozun has a dark history of "threatening him with Yaxuan's life".

Contrary to the eagerness of the black-haired boy, Cang Lun was very calm. The man walked up to him in time, and wanted to pull him to sit down-even after being avoided by Lin Zhizhi, he changed the subject on the spot: "You have rejected him, so care about it?"

"What did you do to him?" Lin Zhizhi was not disturbed by him.

Cang Lun looked at him from a close range. The boy's pupils were pure black and were not contaminated with any impurities. After watching it for a long time, people could not help but want to indulge in it.

This color is very familiar to Mozun, and it is the color that he always accompanies with. But Lin Zhizhi's eyes were different, it was more like a sign that something was going to be reversed. Obviously it is the purest black, but it is not accompanied by **** madness.

The man slowly lowered his head and leaned down as if bewitched to kiss those eyes-but when he was about to make contact, he covered the eyes of the other person with his hands.

——Unlike the human race with relatively perfect order, the demons are always on the verge of chaotic struggle. For them, this kind of thing that can make them fall in love with it, the safest way is to destroy it by hand. Only in this way can we ensure absolute calm and survival in the chaotic demons struggle.

Whether in the human world or the real demon world.

To be able to sit in the seat of Demon Venerable, Cang Lun must be one of the best.

But-but no matter what the law, it should not be applied to this person.

Cang Lun grabbed his smile and answered Lin Zhizhi's question in a deliberately gentle voice before letting go: "I don't do anything to him. Our relationship is far closer than you can imagine."

Lin Zhizhi: "..."

——There are too many slots and I don’t know where to start.

Once Demon Lord became gentle, it was far more terrifying than his cold appearance. The man relaxed his shackles and watched Lin Zhizhi avoid him like a scourge, and said with a smile: "I haven't looked for you yet. You've already looked for me first. Do you think this is a good idea?"

"..."

"I also want to accompany you more, but unfortunately I have some other things to do. You are welcome to come to me next time." Cang Lun glanced at the sky and exited politely. He completely regarded Biyunmen as his own territory, coming as he wanted, leaving as he wanted, and he didn't care about being discovered by the human race here.

This person's cultivation is too high, and Lin Zhizhi can't even notice what he wants to do. After he left, Lin Zhizhi stayed in the cave mansion for a while. He wanted to wait for Ya Xuan to return, and he thought about the meaning of Canglun's words for a while.

Although Canglun has an unpredictable temper, he doesn't make up his mind. What does "intimacy" in his mouth mean?

Young Master Lin did not think about strange things. Although he was attentive and mindful, Ya Xuan always remembered him as the young man who "dare to rescue a stranger on the mountain even when he is at his worst."

The first impression is the most difficult to extinguish.

Lin Zhizhi didn't believe that Ya Xuan would take the initiative to get involved with people like Canglun-so in his final conclusion, it was Canglun's own logic. Perhaps in the world of Lord Mozun, stalking the other party is "close relationship". Maybe Canglun would say one day that based on the interaction between the two of them (?), maybe they should have been married long ago.

On this day, when night fell, Lin Zhizhi could not get Ya Xuan to return. He had to go back to his house first and left a message about "Be careful recently" to Ya Xuan.

However, there has been no response.

Until Yan Lei’s head has been brushed to a [index of 85, attitude is trust] in the past few days, he came to greet Lin Zhizhi: "Master is saying goodbye to the head of Qingyunmen. He asked me to come to you. When we both finished eating the mandarin duck cakes in the bazaar, we can return to the sect with the master!" Lin Zhizhi was not able to see Shangya Xuan again. Hearing from other people at Biyun Gate, Yaxuan had been practicing in the knife path for the past few days and had not yet left.

The young master of the Lin family relaxed, and after eating the mandarin duck cakes that Yan Lei bought to honor him, he followed the Qinghuo real person to prepare to return to Qingfengzong.

The mount of Madam Qinghuo is a huge blue bird with a blue crown and soft feathers. According to legend, the blue bird was a distant relative of the phoenix in the famine years, with a trace of phoenix blood in its body, and was a rare flying beast.

When sitting on it, Lin Zhizhi couldn't help thinking of the more noble little Phoenix. This may be the reason why he promised to help Qing Fengzong and Yan Lei, both of which have Fengqin in one name, and the other is very similar to him.

After everyone came up, the blue bird whispered, spread its wings steadily, and threw the land high under its feet.

The blue bird flies very steadily, letting the wind and current blow by his ears, passing by the wild land, mountains and rivers.

Lin Zhizhi sat on one side very calmly, but Yan Lei was beside him for a while, peeking below, and for a while, pointing at a passing mountain and mocking it for its ugly appearance (...), just not being calm.

Master Qinghuo was so disturbed by him that he couldn't clean his ears, and shouted angrily: "Sit down! Look at Nephew Lin Xian, how come they are more temperamental than you?"

Yan Lei retorted unconvincingly: "He is a pharmacist, and refining medicine requires a quiet heart. I am different from his choice."

The old man didn't maintain his image, rolled his eyes at his apprentice, and looked back at the dark-haired boy's calm profile: "I made you laugh again."

Lin Zhizhi waved his hand: "No, it's pretty cute like this."

"There are people who are all that old, and they are not stable at all. Unlike you, who have the qualifications, are willing to work hard, and have such a stable temperament," Qinghuo sighed, and his speech and actions were extremely against Lin Zhizhi. The master who was fabricated was envy, jealous, and hatred--and then looked back at his apprentice, and hated iron and steel, "I took this apprentice and asked him to learn medicine but not to learn medicine. I have to learn some kendo from others! Now, not only is it impossible to refining medicine, it is impossible to inherit the family business, and he is not even proficient in kendo."

This remark attracted Lin Zhizhi's interest. The black-haired boy pressed his sleeves blown away by the wind, his fingers on the white clothes, cleaner than the pure white: "Yan Lei is a sword repairer?"

Lin Zhizhi recalled the first time he met in the Spirit Medicine Pavilion. Yan Lei seemed to be carrying a sword on his back. At that time, Yan Lei and his junior sister Li Ying looked a bit cold, not like it. Now, in front of familiar people, a lively teenager.

"Yes." Qing Huo nodded, "I don't know which tendon is wrong, so I like to repair swords."

"Swordsmanship is very good." Lin Zhizhi is righteous for Kendo.

This sentence made Real Qingfeng wave his hand weakly: "Nephew Lin Xian, you don't have to speak for him. Although kendo is good, after all, refining medicine is the right way. He was born in Qingfeng Sect and is my disciple, but he did not choose Dan Dao, it's a violent thing."

Speaking of this topic, the old man probably has been complaining for a long time, and he scolded Yan Lei without mercy. It was enjoyable to see his pale face.

After finally waiting for him to stop, Yan Lei pulled Lin Zhizhi to the tail of the blue bird with a bitter face, and stretched out his little finger to stab him-was intercepted by Lin Zhizhi halfway: "How far has your sword been repaired?"

Yan Lei was startled, and then his lips drooped: "Why are you asking this suddenly? Do you have to teach me-no, brother, brother, I beg you, I have heard these words since I was young."

Lin Zhizhi admired his expression before slowly saying, "No, I also have some interest in Kendo."

"Do you want to learn swords too?!" Yan Lei exclaimed, but immediately, he secretly glanced at the old man from the corner of his eye, and found that he was still closing his eyes and calming his mind. Then he lowered his voice and said to Lin Zhizhi, "Really. Yes, don't. Lin Zhizhi, your talent, it is a pity to practice sword!"

Lin Zhizhi twitched his mouth for his reaction.

He didn't have the heart to tell Yan Lei that in fact he was really a sword repairer-like a fake replacement. It was only because of an accident that he came to the Yuntian Continent, and temporarily changed his studies of alchemy.

#剑 is always his favorite weapon, kendo is always the way he wants to go, and Dao Zun will always be his idol (……)#

Seeing Lin Zhizhi's reaction, Yan Lei almost stared out a pair of eyeballs-he has been in a process of fright since he met this person. First in the competition, he overpowered the famous Master Zhou Qi and showed a great talent for refining medicine. Later, this man sat on the alchemy technique that could scorn the world, but secretly wanted to learn the sword—this, is this even more annoying? !

Yan Lei could understand, why when he decided to learn swordsmanship, his master and his parents were so angry that they wanted to force him to change to another family on the spot. Because he is in this mood now: "Don't, if I really took you into a sword repairman, your master who sees the dragon and sees the end will not strangle me by himself? Don't learn the sword, don't ask me , I won't tell you!"

Lin Zhizhi slapped his big face in front of his face, and said coldly: "...If you don't tell me, let me go, you are ugly to me."

Yan Lei: "...You are revenge!"

"I do not have."

"you have!"

"..."

The real person Qinghuo sitting near the bird's head stretched out a hand to stroke the feathers of his own spirit pet, listening to the words of the two tails being blown away by the wind, his eyes filled with a small smile-the interaction between young people of the same age , Is always so funny and noisy.

He is not stereotyped, and to some extent supports the relationship between Yan Lei and Lin Zhizhi.

With Lin Zhizhi's talent, as long as he doesn't fall halfway, he will definitely become a great master in the future. Yan Lei's friendship with him will only benefit the future.

Unfortunately, he thought so because he had witnessed Lin Zhizhi's talent. Others in Qing Fengzong just heard a story like "a genius cultivated by an unknown casual cultivator, who cultivated a calming pill with an 80% fusion degree, and defeated Zhou Qi". It is easy to think of it. "Luck is overwhelming" or "Zhou Qi is old" is a coincidence.

Therefore, when Lin Zhizhi set foot on the Qingfeng Sect, a group of elders with intertwined interests and people who had been found by themselves had been waiting for a long time, trying to trouble him.