So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 246: Don’t be too long

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How much can you do in a room that no one else can step into?

The long scroll of Zhang Xu hangs in the air. Chen He's pen is shining brightly, like a fine silk paper. The pen strokes are smooth and rounded, and the aura turns the words and sentences together, and the power is spontaneous.

Even in the first half of a step, I can feel the pressure of nature like a mountain.

"There is a long roar, the sky winds down the cave, the clouds are endless..."

Shi Feng looked around with the gesture, and couldn't help chanting in the most powerful place.

Chen He tilted his head slightly, and paused the pen in his hand.

One hand gently held Chen He's right hand from behind, and then followed the stroke of the pen just now, and continued to write the second half of the phrase seamlessly.

"...Silver hook and iron paintings, dragons and phoenixes, leaving the world."

Chen He felt his entire back sink into a familiar embrace.

Heavy snow flies outside the corridor, red plum blossoms, and a faint fragrance spreads, and the cold breath flows all the way into the house, Chen He staring at Shi Feng's hand in a dream.

Slim, powerful, and indescribably beautiful.

A long time ago, when Chen He couldn't hold a pen firmly, this hand wrapped his fist in this way, moved it to the paper, and showed him strokes.

To this day, although there are subtle differences in the handwriting of the two, they are in harmony with each other. If you do not pay attention, you will think that only one person has written the scroll from beginning to end.

Chen He originally picked this phrase, but he didn't know how to write such a paragraph, and the depression in his chest seemed to be thrown out along with the gesture.

When Shi Feng wrote about "Silver hook and iron painting, save the world", the eyes staring at this scroll were unusual.

He is like a teenager who has found a new fun. He immediately decided to hang it on the wall and watched it day and night.

"Brother..."

Chen He whispered, then became silent again.

He wanted to ask how long this kind of life will last, and how long Shi Feng can stay with him in this world, and he is afraid that after speaking out, Shi Feng's rare interest will be spoiled-this word is not finished yet.

Shi Feng just agreed, his mind still on the tip of the pen.

He lifted the pen and dipped the ink evenly, and directly sketched the landscape painting in the large blank space beside the word.

Chen He's hand has always been firmly held on the pen. In this close position, the whole person is not like being trapped in Shi Feng's arms, just like this one stroke, shallow or thick, drawing A flat boat on the banks of the Yedu River.

The willow bank is blurred, the boat is far away, and the ferry is independent.

Chen He hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help saying: "Brother, this...this doesn't match the meaning of the word!"

In the past, inscriptions were matched with paintings, and there were few paintings after the book. If the difference is too far, it would seem strange.

Now this hanging scroll has such a nondescript taste in it. The words are good words and the paintings are good paintings, so why not match them.

"Who said there was no match?"

Shi Feng paused, lifted the pen along the way, and lightly poked Chen He's forehead with one end.

"How can this..." Chen He stuck in his throat for the second half of his sentence, his eyes a little bright, "Brother knows what I wanted to write."

"Please take a look at Dongliu Shui, and you will know the difference in the world--"

Shi Feng wiped a little ink on the tip of Chen He's nose, and said: "You are all on your face."

Chen He was a little hot on his face, and couldn't help muttering: "The brother taught me last time that no one can read the words on his face. If you guess it, you guess it. There is nothing I dare to admit." /

So there was another ink stain on his cheek.

Chen He stood honestly, casually letting go, but quietly rolled his eyes in his heart: Since meeting Qu Hong, he has discovered the other side that his brother has hidden deeply.

In the past, Chen He was very strange. How could Shi Feng's temperament have a close relationship with Elder Dao? Is it because they lived closer together in the Black Abyss Valley?

Now Chen He understands.

Shi Feng's indifference came after many failures. He originally-would not be such a person.

Later, I only showed some clues in front of the people who were willing to trust, even the closest people. Such people are probably only Chen He and Nan Hongzi.

After finishing the painting, Shi Feng waved randomly, and the scroll floated to the wall that Chen He had originally liked.

Chen He threw the pen on the edge of the inkstone, rolled it around, and the ink stains dripped onto the table, but no one cared whether it was placed properly.

The cold winter outside the window, and the spring inside the house.

Across the formation, no one could see the scene inside, only a faint voice came out.

"Don't be so hurry."

Shi Feng's voice was muted, as if he was soothing and patient.

After a long time, Chen He said dullly: "Brother, what should God do if he goes back to time again?"

His voice has changed a little bit, with joy and pain, and more worry.

"...is there such an easy thing? Even if it's the way of heaven, you can't do it at will."

Shi Feng has become accustomed to the fact that his younger brother is always very serious at such times, and he chooses to discuss business matters with him at such times.

At first, he was helpless. As the number of double repairs increased, Shi Feng suddenly discovered that Chen He was actually easy to fade away that strong breath at this time, and some uneasiness in his heart would ask.

As time passed, Shi Feng didn't feel strange anymore.

The primordial spirit is blended, the body fits, and they hug each other tightly without gaps.

Chen He opened his eyes blankly, as if his consciousness was dizzy, and he seemed to want to release Feng's words to comfort him.

He curled up subconsciously, wrapping Shi Feng tighter, not wanting to let go or leaving.

From the neck to the chest is covered with light crimson, panting quickly, occasionally low moaning. The vibrato, every sound can be on the heartstrings of Shi Feng.

Occasionally, Chen He recovers and will try to overwhelm Shi Feng.

In order to stick the head side to Shi Feng's heart, his arms tightly hugged the brother's shoulders.

"Brother."

After calling out, he called out intermittently.

It's not about saying anything, nor can't stand the plea, Chen He just likes to do this, as if doing so, he can be sure that all of this is true, not an illusion that can't be asked by Yan Yan.

He read a lot, and it was disturbed that Shi Feng couldn't suppress the spreading delusion, and his whispering mouth would be blocked, and a steady stream of spiritual energy poured in from his mouth, and then turned from the meridian and acupuncture points.

What's more, it pulsates fiercely with the heat source in the body.

Chen Heruan was in the arms of Shi Feng, as if all his strength had been taken away, and he was lazy to even raise his eyes.

After a long time, the room was quiet again.

Shu Feng got up, still without his clothes, covered Chen He with a thin quilt.

How could a monk in the transformation stage be afraid of the cold, but Shi Feng got used to this matter, and didn't feel anything wrong: You can't let the junior lie on the bed just like this.

Chen He didn't move, as if already asleep.

But how can he hide from Shi Feng's eyes with this trick.

Shi Feng leaned on the bed and hugged his younger brother in his arms. For a long while, he heard a muffled sentence in his arms: "That time is coming soon."

Without waiting for Shi Feng's answer, Chen He said decisively: "Brother, don't lie to me, I can feel it."

The unfathomable meaning of the monk who entered the tribulation period is more obvious and more uncertain.

"Well, soon, brother is waiting for you in the immortal world." Shi Feng soothed Chen He's back.

"Maybe some of the ancestors of the Northern Xuan sect are looking at you..."

Chen He tried his best to make his tone sound relaxed, and deliberately said: "Unlike in the world, the Beixuan Sect must have a good old relationship. I heard that there is no relationship between the Zhengdao and the Martial Arts. You are not allowed to call others a junior brother!"

"Good."

"Don't let others call you brother."

"...Hmm."

Chen He realized that Shi Feng hadn't promised so much this time, he immediately emphasized dissatisfiedly: "You are not allowed to call you brother."

Shi Feng bowed his head and said in the ear of his junior disciple: "I have agreed to this matter and it doesn't work. You have to go to Master and prevent him from accepting a third apprentice."

Chen He was messing around with Shi Feng. He didn't necessarily take this condition seriously in his heart. Since Shi Feng cooperated, he even pretended to be unreasonable:

"You found the master, you take care of it!"

Shi Feng thought about it for a while, and then said, "I'm afraid I can't control it."

"Forget it." Chen He took this step down, pretending to be proud, "Master travels all over the world, trying to find someone better than me and my brother, this is impossible."

This is inaccurate.

Shi Feng was hesitant to speak, and Nan Hongzi admired it. There is always no limit.

He may be a butcher who specializes in slaughtering sheep, or he may be a dizzy and trembling old man. For Nan Hongzi, who looks like an outsider, he will be regarded as someone who goes to shelter from the rain under the eaves. "The Daoist is destined to me."

Other fate, such as missing a place to stay, spending a night in a ruined temple, and friendship with a meal, are countless.

Chen He thought of other words over there--

"Go to the fairy world to find a good place to live and wait to raise me and Master."

"Um...huh?"

Senior brother, what's the matter with Nan Hongzi?

"I am afraid that the immortals in the sky are also snobbery, and I am even more afraid that we will have to spend money between the gods. Our masters and disciples are both poor and white. Don't we expect the brothers to build the road for us? After ascending, I will be under the brothers like this Domination is enough."

"..."

Chen He was so serious that Shi Feng gave him a violent shudder.

"What prestige and blessing did you do in Yuzhou?" Shi Feng asked amusedly.

"This is too much."

Chen He cheered up and gave Shi Feng one by one, saying that he was like a ya inner.

"In that case, I don't dare to ascend anymore. I will leave my younger brother alone, no one will obey you. What if the magical way treats you as a soft persimmon that has lost its backing?" Shi Feng said half-truth.

"Let them come." Chen He panicked early in his leisure time.

He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother I am afraid I don't know. Many demonic cultivators in Yuzhou think that my cultivation base is derived from the senior."

"..."

This is the first time Shi Feng has heard of this.

It took a long time for him to understand. This meant that he was the one below, and Shi Feng didn't take it seriously: "Since you like this statement, it's okay for me to admit it to others."