The day before leaving the valley, Zong Luo wanted to have a good talk with Yu Beizhou.
Specifically, it was either to make things clear, or to turn their faces and not recognize each other after leaving the valley, each taking their own path, each walking their own single-plank bridge, unrelated to each other.
Yu Beizhou, who was working hard, chuckled.
His forehead was full of sweat, sliding down his high nose. Zong Luo remembered the moment when he was pressed against the tree stump, unable to see Yu Beizhou’s face, the different feeling that this section of the nose brought him from behind, his face turned red immediately, and he couldn’t say anything.
However, when he stopped talking, Yu Beizhou didn’t seem to have any intention of letting him go.
He slowed down his movements leisurely, helping to sweep Zong Luo’s hanging hair behind his ears.
Just like the principle of sword practice, it’s called fragmented. Unlike the wildness that almost made people look up and overturn, the sword without rules was fast and fierce. But a clear and slow sword could deepen this illusion of being possessed and prolong the time of sword practice.
“Senior brother, saying such things at this time really makes people feel disappointed.”
Of course, Zong Luo swore from personal experience that although this person kept saying so, he didn’t show any disappointment at all. On the contrary, his mood was even higher.
“So according to Senior brother, isn’t it the intention to break with Junior brother after leaving the valley?”
The young man in red sighed, and the breath he exhaled made the crown prince in white’s ears itch. “While still doing such things with Junior brother, you start to clear the relationship. Senior brother is really too ruthless.”
As he said, the tip of the sword was resentfully sent into the wound again, resulting in a muffled groan.
Zong Luo had already prepared for the pain, but this time there was none.
He really couldn’t understand, Yu Beizhou’s technique was so bad just ten days ago. How could he become so proficient after frantically supplementing theoretical knowledge and reading some picture books these days?
“Senior brother actually said we are strangers. Oh, that’s good. So Senior brother sees other strangers on the street, will he also do such things with them?”
Yu Beizhou forcefully held his fingers, his deep voice showing no emotion. “This Junior brother doesn’t even know, Senior brother, how shameless you are.”
In a daze, Zong Luo remembered that day in the Ghost Valley Main Hall, when this man leaned into his ear and said in a hoarse voice, “Senior brother, do you want to know how much I hate you?” After saying this, he chuckled and said, “You don’t know.” So he then physically expressed his deep-seated hatred.
There was a moment when Zong Luo really thought he was going to be broken.
Of course, at that time, there was only heart-wrenching pain. Now that Yu Beizhou had learned some essence, he gave a few colors and started a dye shop.
“Besides, since Senior brother said this is the last time, shouldn’t he take the initiative?”
As he said this, Yu Beizhou really stopped.
His arm was clearly bursting with veins, but he leaned back against the tree trunk, his red cuffs slipped down, propping up his head, leisurely watching him.
Zong Luo: “……”
Words spoken out, water splashed out.
Take the initiative, who’s afraid of who?!
He gritted his teeth, truly blinded by this lard, bewitched.
As a result, after a few times, it became slower and slower, and more and more unbearable.
“What are you doing!”
Zong Luo glared at him.
He rarely took the initiative, but Yu Beizhou was good, he was still making trouble there.
The latter pretended to sigh. “It’s rare for Senior brother to be so enthusiastic, but it’s too slow, Junior brother can’t wait.”
The young man in red laughed and hugged him, unexpectedly pulling him into his arms, fiercely as if he was going to nail him to death here.
“Since it’s the last time, let Junior brother do it.”
Yu Beizhou never said it, but in fact, he especially liked to see his senior brother’s expression at this time.
Shedding those aloof and unattainable coldness, every bit of expression change was in sight, the occasional moan in the depths of the throat, the embarrassment of the red-tipped ears after noticing, and the appearance of the dilated pupils when lost and trembling.
The peach blossoms all over the tree fell in a whirl, fell into the river bend, and the overflowing juice was fragrant and rich.
Sure enough, just as Zong Luo said, the next day when he got up from the cold jade bed, he immediately turned against others. (TL: pretend not to know old friends)
Although there were no clothes that he usually wore in the Ghost Valley, there were still white clothes.
Zong Luo changed into a red and white robe, and saw Yu Beizhou, who was already neatly dressed, standing there lazily with his chest up, holding a red hair tie in his hand.
“Let me tie Senior brother’s hair.”
Obviously, someone was still brooding about the day when he saw Pei Qianxue tying his hair.
However, Zong Luo didn’t buy his act, turned his back, took out a hair tie, and tied it up in a few strokes. He responded in advance to his sentence that they would be strangers after leaving the valley.
Yu Beizhou regretfully put away the hair tie, but didn’t say much.
However, knowing him as Zong Luo did, this guy definitely wouldn’t give up so easily.
Sure enough, when they went to the back mountain of the Ghost Valley, Zong Luo awkwardly found that because the Ghost Valley Master had dispersed the irrelevant people in the valley, there was only one red sweat-blooded horse in the stable.
(t/n: It is called the sweat-blooded horse because the horse has thin skin and dense blood vessels. The bright red blood vessels swell when running. Under the sunlight, the blood in the blood vessels was faintly visible, as if bleeding)
This should be the horse that the Ghost Valley Master rode back to the valley after his last outing.
“It seems that Senior brother has to ride the same horse with this Junior brother.”
Yu Beizhou led the reins and laughed very happily.
The wild horse, under his cold murderous aura, immediately became obedient, like a rabbit, bowing its long neck to show submission.
Zong Luo kept a straight face and didn’t speak.
He watched Yu Beizhou set up a double saddle, then jumped on the horse.
After seeing Zong Luo sat down, the young man in red naturally got on the horse, held him in front of him, and then wrapped him around from the shoulder, securely encircling him in the narrow space between his chest and arms. “When the Ghost Valley had the examination, Senior brother’s horsemanship was not as good as mine. If it’s to control the reins, it should be this Junior brother.”
They didn’t bring any bundles.
Zong Luo remembered the words of the Ghost Valley Master and conveyed them to Yu Beizhou.
