Chapter 783： unrequited love

Feng Luo was in pain.

That face became twisted and ferocious, the screaming sound was like killing a pig, and the bright red blood splashed stained the white disciple uniform.

"Elder Chu!"

"As an elder, but you do something to your disciple, you...you don't have the qualifications and rights!"

The anger in my heart is burning, the fire is burning like a prairie, and the fiery flame seems to burn everything.

His stern rebuke was useless, the sword still stuck in his frail shoulder.

The coercion she unleashed made him powerless to fight back, and in the end hatred filled his eyes and dirty swearing came out of his mouth.

Chu Yingying took out the spirit sword and shook the body of the sword. The blood on it fell on the ground, and it returned to its original state, clean and bright.

"How does it hurt you?"

Her brows and eyes were cold, and there were no ripples in her eyes, as if the other party was just a grasshopper that could be pinched to death at will, not worth mentioning.

Withdrew his coercion, glanced at his bleeding shoulders, and retracted the spirit sword in his hand to the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

"get out."

Gong Jiu seemed to have been granted amnesty, barely stood up and covered his injured shoulder, staggered away, and dripped blood on the road.

The breeze blew his face, and detected a familiar aura nearby, Chu Yingying frowned, her voice cold, "Have you seen enough?"

With the voice falling.

There was a faint sound of footsteps that could not be heard, and a blue robe came pacing from the distance of the towering ancient tree.

The ink hair did not stand up, it was loosely scattered, and the wind blew through the hair and made the hair flutter.

Zhou Heng has a gentle and elegant temperament, and she did not show any dissatisfaction or disgust in her eyes when she saw her sharp sword hurting people.

"Yingying."

He paced to her side.

Seeing the blood on the ground, he waved his hand to clean it up, and the subtle **** smell dissipated.

Zhou Heng asked in a gentle voice, "Why do you suddenly want to accept a disciple."

"Fate has come."

Chu Yingying left a sentence, didn't say more, and didn't notice the complicated emotions in his eyes, so she raised her feet and left without nostalgia.

Under the lush old trees, Zhou Heng was the only one left. When the wind blows, the leaves wither and fall, full of bitterness and nowhere to say.

"Yingying..."

With a low murmur, he returned to the palace to pick up a jar of unopened wine and returned to the tree.

The body jumped and sat on the thick trunk, opened the wine, and poured it directly into the mouth without using a glass.

He drank the wine in big gulps, and the water dripped down on his body, soaking the shirt on his chest, revealing his strong chest muscles, and the smell of alcohol all over his body, and the spicy wine could not remove the bitterness in his mouth.

"Yingying...Yingying...Chu Yingying..."

Is the fate spitting out of your mouth a simple master-disciple relationship or does it have a deeper meaning?

Zhou Heng tried to use wine to numb his heart, and the scene of Chu Yingying, dressed in white and looking indifferent, came to Shushan a few years ago.

I don't know where to start, and I have a deep-rooted love for her, but it's all just unrequited love.

The memories are constantly playing, and the drinks in his hands are rapidly decreasing. Drinking is like drinking water, and his eyes become blurred and dazed.

——

The story of Chu Yingying's injury to Feng Luo spread all over the Shu Mountains, and all the disciples knew that Elder Chu was extremely protective of his shortcomings. For a time, everyone was envious and jealous of Gong Jiu, who could be placed under Elder Chu's door, and lamented his good luck.

Since she returned to the palace where she was, she has been doing her best to teach her apprentices, without stepping out of the door, and she is ignorant of the gossip from the outside world.

One month is fleeting, and after this period of careful imparting of knowledge, Gong Jiu successfully introduced qi into his body, and his practice increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.