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Shen Qingchen was currently hiding from Feng Ling Jue.

It was an extremely obvious evasion. Shen Qingchen was clearly about to head towards the library, and once he saw Feng Ling Jue turn around and walk away. After a day, it was basically at this kind of pace.

However, he did not do it on purpose, ah. Sighing, he raised his head, and looked at the swiftly disappearing back figure, Feng Ling Jue smiled. "However, if you want to hide from me, I have to appear in front of you on purpose."

Shen Qingchen sat quietly within the Empty Chamber with his eyes tightly closed, his mouth constantly chanting the Tranquil Heart Sutra. He sat perfectly straight, but no matter how he repeatedly recited the Tranquil Heart Sutra, his heart was always restless and uneasy, and that preposterous scene would often appear in front of his eyes.

"Do you look upset?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from in front of him, and cold sweat droplets trickled down his forehead. Shen Qingchen was startled, and immediately opened his eyes, just in time, when a handsome face looked at him worriedly. The originally rippling surface of the lake suddenly dropped a rock, and ripples once again appeared.

"Is he sick?"

Feng Ling Jue raised his brows, and stretched out his hand towards Shen Qingchen.

"Don't touch me."

Shen Qingchen coldly said with deeply furrowed brows.

Feng Lingjue's hand forcibly froze. Sure enough, Shen Qingchen had been preoccupied with last night's matter, so Feng Lingju let out a sigh. "I came out of good intentions to ask if you're alright, do you need to be so cold?"

Shen Qingchen's eyes became sharp and fiercely glared at him. Feng Ling Jue shrunk his neck back and let out a dry cough.

"Last night …"

When Feng Ling Jue spoke, Shen Qingchen's expression changed. He looked at Feng Ling Jue fiercely and his pupils constricted.

Feng Lingjue smiled, and then deliberately dragged his words out with an air of suspense. After a long while, he finally asked gently, "Did you go to have a reunion with the lady? I haven't been back all night. "

Hearing that, Shen Qingchen was startled, after a moment, he squinted his eyes: "You don't even remember?"

"Did I forget anything?"

Feng Ling Jue blinked his eyes blankly. Perhaps, only by acting as if this had never happened would he be able to stay by Shen Qingchen's side.

Shen Qingchen's face turned green, then purple. After a long while, he finally said blandly, "No."

From the looks of it, Shen Qingchen did not plan to pursue the matter.

Feng Ling Jue felt a sense of relief.

In the afternoon, a disciple came to look for Feng Lingju, saying that his previous room had already been tidied up and that he wanted Feng Lingjue to move in again.

Feng Ling Jue blinked his eyes, "Eldest Brother said?"

The disciple nodded his head, "Eldest Brother said that it's not good for you to sleep on a small flat land, so let us arrange the rooms as soon as possible so that you can move back as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Feng Ling Jue sighed, he really felt that Shen Qingchen wanted to draw a clear line between them. Thinking about it now, it was true that he had gone too far that night, and it was inevitable that Shen Qingchen was so angry.

"I see."

He stretched out his hand to the back of his head and laid on the grass, raising his head to look at the white clouds that were drifting past in the sky. When he thought about how Shen Qingchen was so blatantly chasing him away, he couldn't help but get angry.

"Here, raise your hand a little."

Shen Qingchen was instructing his disciple on sword practice, with his hand behind his back, his face expressionless, but his eyebrows never relaxed. The disciples who saw it were all trembling with fear, and they all gathered together to whisper, "Eldest Brother is really scary today."

"Yeah, it's much stricter than before."

Gulp. They swallowed their saliva without any backbone.

"What are you daydreaming for? "Hurry up and practice."

As they were talking among themselves, Shen Qingchen frowned and fiercely glared at them, causing the disciples to scatter.

Shen Qingchen lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, just as he was about to raise his head, Dai Ze ran over in a hurry and shouted non-stop, "Oh no, Eldest Brother."

"Don't worry, what happened?"

Shen Qingchen asked calmly.

"That Feng Lingjue went to practice the Imperial Sword Technique. I didn't think he would fall off the sword in the middle of the air. He lost a lot of blood, and he's still in posterior mountain right now."

Dai Ze said worriedly with sweat pouring down his face. He didn't seem to be joking.

Hearing that, Shen Qingchen's expression became serious, "Then why aren't you looking for Deputy Sect Leader quickly?"

"No, Eldest Brother."

Dai Ze's mouth was dry from all the talking, as he shook his head, "Feng Lingjue kept on saying that he wanted to see you, Eldest Brother, quickly go and see Feng Lingjue, falling from such a high place is really not a joke."

"This guy!"

With a cold gaze, Shen Qingchen flung his sleeves and hurried towards the location of the posterior mountain, "Dai Ze, go find Deputy Sect Leader. I'll go over first."

Dai Ze nodded, and then the two of them walked in separate directions.

"That Feng Lingjue went to practice the Imperial Sword Technique. I didn't think he would fall off the sword in the middle of the air. He lost a lot of blood, and he's still in posterior mountain right now."

The wind whizzed past his ears, and Dai Ze's previous words once again sounded in his ears.

"He's trying to be brave again!"

He gritted his teeth as his body flew forward. Arriving at posterior mountain, he saw Feng Ling Jue lying on the ground far away, and upon closer inspection, the white robe on Feng Ling Jue's right leg was completely dyed red with blood.

Hurriedly walking forward, hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Lingjue hurriedly moaned in pain, "Aiyo, it's so painful, I'm going to die, it's so painful …" Stupid, let me tell you, other than Shen Qingchen, I don't want to meet anyone else! "

No matter what, it sounded intentional.

Shen Qingchen frowned, "Even if it hurts to death, you're still not going to see it?"

"Right, right, right, other than Shen Qingchen, I would not even look at the other people who are in pain."

Feng Ling Jue nodded.

Hearing that, Shen Qingchen could not help but smile.

Hearing the laughter, Feng Ling Jue raised his head and looked at Shen Qingchen. He was stunned for a moment, then blinked his eyes, as his eyes slowly turned red.

"You are quite amazing. Others ride the sword, but you broke your leg."

Shen Qingchen walked forward, bent down, and stretched out his slender hand. Pulling open Feng Ling Jue's pants, he looked at the wound.

Feng Ling Jue coughed dryly. Naturally, he would not tell Shen Qingchen that he fell down from the sky on purpose, as such, Shen Qingchen would definitely turn around and leave right away. Regardless of whether he was dead or alive, to be honest, it really hurt a lot.

"Did you draw anything when you fell?"

Shen Qingchen asked seriously.

"Oh, that."

Feng Ling Jue raised his chin, pointing straight at a bloody sword on the ground.

Shen Qingchen glanced at Feng Ling Jue, "How did you survive?"

Feng Ling Jue spread out his hands with a helpless expression.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]