love at first sight

The visitor gently hugged his body, his chest rose and fell slightly, Guan Qingxuan stretched out his hand to hook the other's neck, his eyes were still tightly closed, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He moved his body tentatively, moving his fingers back and forth on the delicate skin, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

This person doesn't seem to be Liang Qian, so... who is it?

At this point, Guan Qingxuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, struggling to open his eyes, at the same time, the man grabbed his wrist.

After a while, a warm breath leaned forward, and suddenly landed on his lips, neither light nor heavy, like wind and water, sealing his lips.

A large amount of spiritual power was transferred along the lips of the two, and a little bit of spiritual light lingered around the two of them, like a twinkling starry night.

Guan Qingxuan woke up completely, he opened his eyes forcefully, felt his body shake, the other party put him down one step earlier, and after a while, he slowly uttered two words: "Menshi..."

"...Han Ling?" Guan Qingxuan raised his head in a daze, seeing the gentle young man in front of him with bright eyes, his heart suddenly felt sour, and he said softly, "Why are you here? Is the wound affected?"

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I..." Han Ling slightly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Guan Qingxuan, and said in a muffled voice, "The silver chain you gave me is broken. I'm worried that something will happen to you, so..."

"Broken? You said the silver chain is broken?" Guan Qingxuan suddenly held up Han Ling's face, looked left and right, and said nervously, "Is there any injury? I'm sorry, I was negligent."

"..." Han Ling looked at Guan Qingxuan, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and ripples appeared in his deep pool-like black eyes, shaking slightly.

Seeing Han Ling's silent and pensive look, Guan Qingxuan asked in confusion, "Han Ling, what's wrong with you?" After saying those words, he realized that the suffocation in his chest had dissipated. He couldn't stop saying, "Han Ling, what... what's going on? You changed my temper?"

After speaking, he remembered the touch of the two's lips meeting just now, the real warmth and softness.

Han Ling quietly stared at Guan Qingxuan, with deep apologies in his eyes, and after a while, he said: "Yes..., teacher, I'm sorry, this disciple didn't obey the order."

The cold wind blew against the young man's thin clothes, making his frustration even deeper.

"Okay, stop apologizing, I don't blame you as a teacher." Guan Qingxuan sighed slightly, stretched out his hand to stroke Han Ling's fine hair, and silently embraced him in his arms.

Han Ling leaned gently on Guan Qingxuan's body, a strong rusty smell wafted from the already tattered white clothes, and he frowned slightly.

At this moment, Guan Qingxuan's body was covered with large and small wounds, some were barely visible, and some were still dripping with bright red blood.

"Huh? What's wrong with you, Han Ling? Does it hurt?" Guan Qingxuan lowered his head, just in time to see Han Ling with a sullen face, and asked in puzzlement, "Is it hard?"

At this moment, Han Ling put away his frightening expression, stared at Guan Qingxuan with a pair of misty eyes, and said, "I'm so uncomfortable, I'm so uncomfortable. Teacher, my heart hurts, it hurts so much."

"..."

With a soft word, like a warm current, rippling in his heart, Guan Qingxuan was stunned for a while, but then he burst out laughing.

There was a melodious chuckle like a silver bell, and in the next second, crystal beads filled his eyes, rolling down like broken strings of beads.

One drop, two drops, warm tears ran across his face and fell on the hands of the young man in his arms.

Han Ling's eyes widened in astonishment, looking at Guan Qingxuan who was crying constantly, he was suddenly confused and said at a loss: "Men, I'm sorry, if you are sad, please stop crying, I'm sorry..."

"Ling'er, it's okay, it's not your fault." Guan Qingxuan smiled slightly, but the tears kept falling, which made Han Ling's heart ache.

For a moment, he leaned forward silently, hugged Guan Qingxuan presumptuously, and said in a warm voice: "Teacher, do you still remember the winter night ten years ago? I left that nightmare place, these, do you remember?"

In the cold night when the snow swept wildly, he thought that his icy heart would not be unsealed for anyone, but he did not expect that there was a warm sun shining on him, giving him a tenderness that he had never had before and dared not ask for. .

Hearing this, the person in his arms let out a light breath, stretched out his hand to clasp the boy's neck, raised his head, and said with a smile: "How can it be possible to forget, I will remember it for the rest of my life."

His tears had stopped, two tear stains remained on his delicate face, his slightly red eyes were filled with a smile, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth outlined a beautiful arc, like a poem and a painting.

Han Ling unconsciously lost his mind. He gently stroked the stains on Fuguan Qingxuan's face. He remembered the evil spirits that occupied Guan Qingxuan's body just now. Just open your mouth, don’t let that kind of thing intrude, it’s very dangerous.”

"Han Ling, that part of the past must be unbearable for you to recall. Since you don't want to mention it, why should I touch that wound?"

"..." In the dark night, Han Ling lowered his deep eyes, and a gleam of gloom escaped his handsome face, as if he was thinking, but also as if he was enduring something.

The pain spread silently in the chest, as if it had been accumulated for half a lifetime, and it all rushed out in one burst.

"Ling'er..." Seeing Han Ling's lost look, Guan Qingxuan was very reluctant, wanted to move his hand, but couldn't bear to let go.

He was afraid that if he let go, what he had been protecting and hurting all this time would fall to pieces.

No one spoke, and the air around the two of them also became quiet, only the clear and crisp weapons remained.

jingle.

Han Ling took a light breath, at this moment, the fierce spirit suddenly roared, a strange color flashed across his originally calm face, and his brows frowned slightly.

There was another howl, a weak voice came out from between his teeth, muffled, and was soon suppressed, but it couldn't escape Guan Qingxuan's ears.

"Han Ling, what's the matter?" Guan Qingxuan put his hand on his forehead that was dripping with cold sweat, uneasy guesses flashed in his heart, and he said in a panic: "The scar is really affected, I told you not to come here, let him target me One person is fine, this..."

"Master..."

The words were not finished, but was interrupted by a soft call.

"Teacher." Han Ling tilted his head, and called out again, his dark eyes reverberating, as gentle as water.After a while, he continued: "He is my elder brother, the entanglement between me and him is destined to be inseparable, I just hope, Master, you don't get into this muddy water."

He only hoped that the people he cared about would be fine and not be implicated in any way.

Guan Qingxuan sighed softly, the fighting and hatred between siblings was actually more piercing than the cold wind of winter night.

"Teacher, don't worry, I owe him this." The wound was still throbbing, but Han Ling smiled slightly, and said, "I am the illegitimate child, and I ruined his life. The son of a whore, Ben You shouldn’t be living in the world.” Every word, every word, chilling words spit out, calmly, as if they were just telling stories that they heard casually.

Only Guan Qingxuan could hear the grievance and sadness in it, as well as the faint choking and trembling.

He slowly moved his body, pressed the seemingly indifferent but restless young man into his arms, and said softly: "Okay, I don't allow you to think that way, what about the son of a whore? It doesn't matter if you are born lowly? Who doesn't In the past, there are no past events that cannot be mentioned? There are no hurdles that cannot be overcome in life. Don’t look back when you pass, those are just floating clouds.” The tone is gentle, but it is too firm to refuse.

Floating clouds can cover the sun, but they cannot block the sunlight that intentionally penetrates.

Han Ling stared blankly at Guan Qingxuan, the expression on his face was constantly changing, the mist in his eyes flickered, he paused, and then said dryly: "Men, are you serious? You don't care...my identity?"

"Of course, I won't lie to you as a teacher. What's important about your identity? Now you are my apprentice, this is your identity, remember." Guan Qingxuan cupped Han Ling's face, forcing their eyes to meet.

After staring for a moment, he suddenly smiled.

A smile like a spring breeze, like the winter sun after the snow, for nothing, but because he saw the scorching sun and green shoots after the snow had cleared.

The sky is still dark and the temperature is still low, but the warmth and concern contained in the words are never cold.

"Teacher." After meditating quietly, Han Ling called softly, with an extremely gentle smile on his face. "I remember everything you said."

"Just remember it, and forget about everything else." Guan Qingxuan raised his feather fan, slapped Han Ling, and asked, "Is your body feeling better? Does the wound still hurt?"

Han Ling shook his head, and said with a gentle smile, "It doesn't hurt anymore, don't worry, teacher."

"Well, that's good." Guan Qingxuan nodded with a smile, and stopped talking, but there were ripples in his calm eyes.

He knew that the wound still hurt.

In Guan Qingxuan's eyes, Han Ling's forced smile was completely vulnerable. He had seen this expression countless times, when he was frustrated, when he was injured, or even in the middle of the night when no one was around...

It happened too many times, but he couldn't bear to say more, deeply afraid that if he was careless, something fragile would be shattered.

"..." He opened his mouth, but was unable to utter a word. At this moment, there was another low howl, and then an unusual muffled sound exploded.

The muffled buzzing gradually amplified and echoed around. Guan Qingxuan looked at the fierce spirit suspiciously, felt the ground under his feet vibrate slightly, and his head was a little dizzy.

"What... what's going on..." He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the dizziness in his head, at the same time, a pair of strong hands pressed down on his head, and gently covered his ears.

"Master, don't listen, close your eyes." Han Ling frowned slightly, and said again: "This voice has the effect of confusing people, don't listen."

"Han Ling, Liang Qian is still in the middle of a chaotic battle, so the influence will be greater if he is so close."

As expected, the next second, there was a bang sound from ahead, and Liang Qian's body swayed, and he fell straight down, with all the knives falling to the ground.

"Liang Qian."

Guan Qingxuan was taken aback and rushed forward, no longer caring about Han Ling's obstruction.

"Master, wait..." Before he could say a word, Guan Qingxuan ran towards Liang Qian, Han Ling sighed heavily, and hurriedly followed.

"Liang Qian, are you okay, wake up!"

Guan Qingxuan squatted down and shook Liang Qian's shoulders vigorously, but it was in vain, his closed eyes moved slightly, and his eyebrows frowned even deeper.

"Teacher, it's useless. Uncle Shi won't wake up for a while." Crouching down, Han Ling grabbed Liang Qian and carried him on his shoulders, saying, "Put him aside first, wait...Master! careful!"

In an instant, a sharp and sinister attack struck, and while the two were distracted, it aimed at Guan Qingxuan, whose back was facing.

Han Ling's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly moved his steps to move forward, but he staggered and lost his center of gravity, unable to balance the weight on his body.

In front, Guan Qingxuan quickly turned around and at the same time threw off the feather fan, not dodging or dodging, directly blocking the attack.

"Teacher!" Han Ling exclaimed, seeing the dissipated black energy cut across Guan Qingxuan's face, leaving a bloodstain, his heart constricted suddenly, excruciating pain.

Guan Qingxuan raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his cheeks, and started to meet him. When the strong wind swept across his room, he shouted: "Han Ling, take your uncle to a safe place, I'll hold you here, let's go!"

"Teacher..." Han Ling glanced at Guan Qingxuan, gritted his teeth, propped up Liang Qian's body and ran back.

Time is ticking and there is no need to delay.

Guan Qingxuan lowered his expression. After Han Ling left, he immediately mobilized his spiritual power, and the edge of the soft feather fan suddenly became hard and sharp.

"Stealing the rest of your life, the world is not the place for you to stay, and you won't be allowed to make trouble!" Anger broke out in his heart, Guan Qingxuan shouted loudly, his tightly clenched knuckles turned white.

Similar faces, similar blood, but can not give birth to the same character and talent.

The young man resented Han Ling, but he didn't see the hard work behind him.

What about Wizards?If there is no equal hard work, it is impossible to create truly amazing people.

Over the years, Han Ling's hard work has been seen by Guan Qingxuan. Whether it is practicing swordsmanship or calligraphy and reading, Han Ling has always paid more than others, and never complained that he was tired.

But these hardships were all denied and ignored because of his background. Even though Han Ling didn't mention or complain to him, he could still understand the grievance and helplessness in Han Ling's heart.

Until he was finally attacked by his elder brother who became a fierce spirit, he still didn't have the power and opportunity to defend himself.

The son of a whore, the son of a whore.

In an instant, Guan Qingxuan came back to his senses suddenly, and found that his thoughts had drifted beyond the clouds. He took a deep breath and felt his throat was dry and hot.Fever seems to be happening again.

The fierce spirit in front of him waved away the strong wind angrily, staring straight at Guan Qingxuan with his empty eye sockets, as if he was complaining about his grievances, and at the same time he seemed to be cursing.

Yin Qi hits all around.

Guan Qingxuan looked at the fierce spirit vigilantly, with deep anger flowing in his clear eyes.

He lowered his face and said angrily, "I will pay for the harm you inflicted on that boy back then, one by one, and you will have to pay the price!"

At the end of his words, the fierce spirit let out a low growl, as if he understood Guan Qingxuan's words, his distorted face became more ferocious.

Guan Qingxuan immediately mobilized his spiritual power, and before making a move, he took a peek at the young man who fell in the distance, and the anxious expression of the other party came into his sight.

Liang Qian was still in a coma, while Han Ling continued to output spiritual power and move the barrier, his delicate eyebrows were always furrowed, and the familiar steps were frequently missed.

Beads of sweat slipped from the corners of the young man's forehead, and the calm and gentle smile had long since disappeared.

Han Ling sighed secretly, raised his hand to hold up a breeze, said something, raised it lightly, and sent it in the direction of Han Ling.

There was a gust of cold wind blowing beside him for no reason, Han Ling paused for a moment, then raised his head in astonishment, a clear and bright voice came to his ears, gentle and gentle, as sweet as a fairy's voice.

The words mixed in the wind quickly dissipated, a few words, but they went deep into the bottom of my heart.

Han Ling quickly focused his gaze on Guan Qingxuan, just in time to meet those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

There was a soft smile in his eyes, calm and unhurried, with ease.

"Master..."

Han Ling was stunned for a while, and then suddenly realized that he had ignored Guan Qingxuan's identity and strength.

The threat and fear brought to him by the ominous spirit far overwhelmed his thoughts and mind.

The cold wind was raging, and his mind was in disarray.

Seeing Han Ling's reaction, Guan Qingxuan felt slightly relieved. However, before he had enough time to breathe, a bigger crisis surged up again.

Unusual low frequencies gathered from all directions, the floor shook again, and after a while, a dark shadow surrounded it.

Hordes of corpses!

Guan Qingxuan was dumbfounded immediately, he knew that the vicious spirit's skill was profound, but he never expected it to be so extraordinary.

A large number of murderous corpses kept pouring in, and they all made ugly gagging sounds towards Guan Qingxuan, waving their blackened arms indiscriminately.

Guan Qingxuan immediately turned the wind into a blade, and with a wave of his hand, he swept away the few murderous corpses closest to him, causing brains to overflow and blood to splatter all around.

The ominous spirit in front of him disappeared in the chaos, and Guan Qingxuan didn't have time to worry about it. In the panic, he kept looking left and right, looking for the figures of the two people in the distance.

The surrounding area was completely dark, and he couldn't see anything at all. Guan Qingxuan swung his arms vigorously, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to jump up, but at this moment, someone was one step ahead of him.An afterimage emerged from the ground, passed through the corpses, and landed on top of the ancient temple.

On the ancient bricks and tiles, Han Ling hung down his long sword stained with corpses, put down Liang Qian who was still in a coma, and covered the barrier again. Then, he jumped and returned to the crowd of corpses again.

Guan Qingxuan glanced at Liang Qian who had landed on the roof, and after confirming that he was safe, he attacked in the direction where Han Ling landed.

The sticky sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh and blood echoed uninterruptedly, and within a moment, a familiar call came suddenly: "Men!"

When the gentle voice appeared again, Guan Qingxuan was overjoyed, and immediately turned his head to see Han Ling's figure. He was wearing a black shirt that was spotless, without any splashes, and his expression returned to his usual gentleness.He breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Were you not injured? Although these corpses have low attack power, they all seem to be poisonous."

"Master, my apprentice is all right, sorry for being late." Han Ling replied in a gentle voice, the smile on his face became even brighter, no matter how high his current cultivation level is, how deep his skill is, Guan Qingxuan's first sentence when he saw him The words are always the same "Is it hurt?".It seemed that in the eyes of that person, he was always a young boy who could always be protected and loved.

Hearing this, Guan Qingxuan sighed helplessly, and said: "Why are you late, I didn't want you to intervene at all, it's because I acted too slowly as a teacher, I was the one who was late."

"No, teacher, this matter started with me, and it should be resolved by me. It should have ended ten years ago, and you should not be involved..." Han Ling smiled slightly, and his slender eyelashes drooped, covering his eyes. Obsidian eyes.After a while, he said again, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be hurt."

At this point, the scar on his face felt a burning pain, Guan Qingxuan realized the existence of the wound again, he wiped it casually, and there was a red mark on his hand, he said with a smile: "This is a small wound, it's not a big deal. He stretched out his hand again, wanting to use spiritual power to eliminate it, only then remembered that the current situation should not be wasted at will, so he withdrew his hand angrily.

Seeing this, Han Ling's eyes moved slightly, he stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the wound, a soft light suddenly appeared, taking away the glaring redness.

Guan Qingxuan touched his face, the pain had disappeared, and then he raised his eyes to look at Han Ling, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, indifferent and gloomy, with strong killing intent in his eyes.

Guan Qingxuan quickly noticed something was wrong, but just as he was about to speak, another group of ferocious corpses rushed up.

Han Ling quickly swung the long sword in his hand, and the silver-white blade flashed, and the murderous corpse was cut into pieces immediately, and the meat fragments sprayed all over the ground, making it a mess.

He turned his head to look at Guan Qingxuan, his brows were full of hostility, hesitation and embarrassment flashed across his face, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, let's go separately, there are too many corpses, we must find the source."

Guan Qingxuan looked back at Han Ling intently, and after a long while, said: "Well, divide it into two ends, pay attention to safety."

The two responded to each other, then turned around and left in opposite directions.

Han Ling quickly ran away from the spot, while Guan Qingxuan stopped here, waved his feather fan slowly, and looked back thoughtfully at the direction in which the young man left.

It must be weird to escape so fast.Han Ling's figure had disappeared from sight, Guan Qingxuan's thoughts raced quickly, one guess after another flashed in his mind, his restless heart beat faster and his hands and feet became cold.

In an instant, all the causes and consequences were connected in series, weaving out the hidden truth behind it.

Guan Qingxuan broke out in a cold sweat from fright, quickened his hands, and started running with his feet.

The evil spirit must be found earlier.Guan Qingxuan thought to himself, and quickened his pace again, only then did Han Ling's words flash again, there was no problem at first hearing, but now that he thought about it carefully, there was actually a huge hidden meaning behind it.

Han Ling's proposal to separate and leave is really very wrong. You must know that when encountering such a thing, Han Ling would never leave Guan Qingxuan for half a step. Hold it in the palm of your hand.

In the past, Guan Qingxuan always felt cold and clingy, like a child who couldn't grow up, but now that the two really separated, he felt that something was wrong, his heart was empty, as if something was missing.

The two walked a certain distance each, and the gathering of murderous corpses became more and more dense.Guan Qingxuan danced the feather fan irritably, stepped lightly, and jumped to the top of a tree beside him.

It was extremely cold at the heights, and the penetrating cold wind blew the hem of the clothes, brushed the blue hair like a cloud, and swept away the dangerous air current.

Guan Qingxuan looked into the distance quietly, and suddenly, a trace of killing intent poured out from behind him, he turned around abruptly, and the feather fan steadily received the sudden sword energy.

The vicious spirit appeared behind him silently, with a paradoxical smile on his blood-stained face, his face was pale and bleak, and his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

He slightly moved the corners of his mouth, parted the bloodless lips, and outlined a clear mouth shape.

There was silence all around.Suddenly, Guan Qingxuan's hair shivered. He didn't finish reading the message of the ominous spirit, but he vaguely understood the meaning.

The evil spirit meant nothing more than wanting him to die!

The maliciousness was revealed from the fierce spirit without any concealment. In the next second, he quickly dodged and disappeared.

Seeing this, Guan Qingxuan reacted very quickly and jumped down from the branch. However, before he reached the ground, strands of black silk struck him in mid-air, entangled and locked him.

It is not easy to defend and attack in the air.Guan Qingxuan then turned the feather fan and fanned it upwards, speeding up the falling speed.

A white robe fell to the ground lightly, like a banished fairy coming to the world.Guan Qingxuan quickly put away the feather fan, thought for a moment, and headed in the opposite direction where Han Ling left.

Don't let Han Ling get involved.Guan Qingxuan thought to himself, walking non-stop, dodging several murderous corpses blocking the way.He didn't even dare to leave any traces, for he was afraid that Han Ling, who was careful, would find out the clues and follow them.

Along the way, the number of murderous corpses became less and less, and in the end, there were only a few clusters of ghostly ghosts floating around, which were eerie and eerie.

Guan Qingxuan slowed down a little, and turned into a wild forest. The whereabouts of the ominous spirit is unknown at the moment, and when the enemy is in the dark, it is better to hide himself and lure the other party to show up.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped into the forest, a gust of wind came quickly, passing by Guan Qingxuan's ears, and cut off the bamboo branches in front of him.

The billowing evil energy surged up in an instant, more violently and hurriedly than at the beginning. In the next second, a tall figure emerged from the black mist and approached slowly.

The person who came was the evil spirit. At this moment, the blood was gone from his body, and all the horrific wounds had healed. His delicate face was very similar to Han Ling's, exactly the same.

Guan Qingxuan was slightly stunned, he really didn't want to do anything at first, facing this face, all the resentment and anger would dissipate inexplicably, and there was no way to vent it, but he knew very well that the person in front of him was not the one who was always chasing after him. The apprentice next to him.Even, he has done evil things.

Sentences of abuse and humiliation, sneering and mocking again and again.Guan Qingxuan clenched his hands into fists, his eyes became dark.

This time, he will never show mercy.