Divine punishment

Jane never thought that one day, it would be so easy to make this decision.

It seemed as if he had always wanted to do this.

Ye Jisheng didn't smile when he heard his words. In the snowstorm, his handsome face was clear and bright, and his back was straight and tall in his green shirt. He opened his lips and said softly, "Do you know how dangerous it is to be with me?"

"If you leave now," Ye Jisheng said, "this matter will have nothing to do with you anymore. You are the disciple of the master, and you will have a bright future."

Jane really didn't say anything.

There is an exceptional peace in the snowy twilight.

When Ye Jisheng raised his eyes, he met Jian Zhen's peaceful eyes. His eyes were exceptionally bright, as if they were the cleanest spring water in the world. He smiled gently and said, "Is this what you really think?"

It seemed that nothing more needed to be said.

Ye Jisheng's red eyes seemed to be lit up at that moment. There seemed to be flames burning in his red eyes. He whispered, "No."

Jane Zhen smiled slightly.

Ye Jisheng said: "I hope you will come with me. I will not let you suffer. I will practice well. In the future, I will build you a bigger yard and a palace bigger than Lingshan. I will not let you suffer any wind and rain. What Lingshan can give you, I will also give you. You..."

The wind and snow buried his unfinished words.

Jian Zhen held his hand and curved her eyebrows. He said softly, "Well, I'll go with you."

Ye Jisheng suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.

Jian Zhen was full of smiles. He pulled Ye Jisheng and said, "Let's go quickly. I've always been in Lingshan before, and I haven't been to other places. Do you know the way?"

Ye Jisheng said: "Well, follow me."

At first, Jian Zhen thought that it might be difficult for them to escape, but now he found that Ye Jisheng was much more powerful than he thought. The spirit stones that monitored the whereabouts of the disciples were silently burned by the soul fire. When leaving from the path in the mountains, he also caught a magic bird as a mount. This place was indeed close to the territory of the demons, so Ye Jisheng was familiar with the way.

Jane Zhen felt drowsy all morning.

It was not until the afternoon that Ye Jisheng's voice rang in his ears: "We are here."

Now it was winter and heavy snow was falling everywhere. Jian Zhen jumped off the back of the magic bird and said, "Where is this?"

Ye Jisheng said: "This is a hidden clan from the South China Sea. This place is isolated from the Three Realms, so they won't be able to find it easily."

Jian Zhen looked at a small village at the foot of the mountain not far away, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had been here a long time ago. Could it be that there are humans here?

Ye Jisheng said, "Let's go."

Jane really nodded.

When the two were about to go down the mountain, they suddenly heard some faint shouting in the grass not far away.

When Jian Zhen glanced over, Ye Jisheng's eyes became sharper. Jian Zhen held his hand and said softly, "Don't worry, go over and take a look."

It was a desolate place everywhere on a snowy day.

When Jian Zhen got closer, she finally saw the person behind the bushes. It was a little child lying on the ground, his leg injured by a metal animal trap and bleeding bright red. It was a cold winter day, and the boy's face was frozen purple. If no one found him, his life would be in danger.

Ye Jisheng said: "It should be a trap."

Jian Zhen went forward with him. The child had already lost consciousness. He held the child's hand and passed some internal energy to him to protect his heart meridian.

Ye Jisheng used soul fire to burn and destroy the trap.

With Jian Zhen's rescue, the boy finally woke up slowly. He opened his eyes dazedly and looked at the person in front of him. In the bright afternoon, the person in front of him had a face as white as jade.

The little boy said weakly: "You, are you the mountain god?"

Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He said gently, "Well, I am the mountain god, and I am here to save you."

The little boy seemed to believe it. He clutched Jian Zhen's clothes tightly, and said with tears in his pale face, "God, I don't want to die. I still want to be with my mother and father."

Jian Zhen asked him, "Where are your family members?"

How could you leave a child alone in the mountains?

The little boy said softly, "I was playing with my friends and came to the mountain to play, but I got lost."

Jian Zhen said: "Where is your home? We will take you back."

The little boy finally regained some strength, but still couldn't walk. Jane really wanted to support him, but although the child looked only in his teens, he was quite heavy.

Ye Jisheng said: "I'll carry him."

Jane Zhen nodded slightly.

The little boy was a little afraid of the man who looked a bit cold and difficult to mess with, but Jian Zhen pursed her lips and smiled, explaining: "Don't be afraid, he is mine..."

The words stopped at my lips.

There are many words that can explain the relationship between two people.

Jian Zhen said gently: "He is my partner and will not hurt you."

The little boy was relieved, and asked, "Is it like daddy and mommy?"

Ye Jisheng, who was carrying him on his back, paused.

Jane Zhen smiled and said, "Yes, that's it."

The group slowly walked down the mountain. Just as they were about to reach the bottom of the mountain, they could hear a voice calling from afar. The voice came with the wind, which was not a problem for those who practiced Taoism.

Jian Zhen said: "Is Xibao your name?"

The little boy nodded.

Jian Zhen comforted him and said, "Your family is here to look for you."

After walking down the mountain for a while, they could see people approaching. When the daughter saw the child on Ye Jisheng's back, she almost cried: "My son, my son!"

Ye Jisheng put the person down from his back.

Other villagers gathered around.

The woman hugged the child and beat him anxiously for a while before she heard Xibao say, "Mom, my leg was caught in a trap. It was the mountain god who saved me."

The villagers looked over.

Jian Zhen explained under everyone's gaze: "Excuse me, we are disciples of the Immortal Clan Lingshan, and we are just passing through your place."

For the villagers here, the immortals and demons were too far away. The woman just took the initiative to say: "Since you two saved my son, you are our great benefactors. If you don't mind, please stay and have a simple meal so that we can try our new ideas. Please don't refuse."

Other villagers also hurriedly said:

"Yes, yes. It's freezing cold. How can I survive without you kids?"

"Don't refuse."

"Let's go back together!"

Jian Zhen originally wanted to decline, but seeing that it was hard to refuse such a kind invitation, he agreed. Originally, he and Ye Jisheng also wanted to come here to hide, but now they have come here by accident.

The group went down the mountain.

The boy's father was a hunter and was also hunting on a nearby hill. When he heard the news that the child had been found, he hurried back.

After the family was reunited, they cried and felt relieved.

Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng returned to the small town. The town was bustling with activity. There were many busy stalls on the street selling all kinds of fruits and silks.

The woman said, "It so happens that next year is our New Year, and the children are so playful that they actually ran up the mountain, and they will meet the two immortal masters again."

Jian Zhen was a little embarrassed: "Just call me by my name, Jian Zhu..."

Halfway through the conversation.

He remembered that he was now a fugitive and it was not appropriate to reveal his alias.

The woman didn't hear clearly just now, so she asked again: "What bamboo?"

Jian Zhen circled the bamboo around her mouth for a few times, and finally said, "Zhu, Zhuzhu, just call me Zhuzhu."

The woman was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then smiled and said, "Master, your name is so fairy-like. The pearl in pearl and jade sounds very noble!"

Jian Zhen's face was almost frozen with laughter, he never thought that one day this name would come out of his mouth. While complaining, he looked at Ye Jisheng, only to find that Ye Jisheng was also looking at him.

Eyes met.

Ye Jisheng's lips seemed to curl up, and he whispered, "Zhuzhu."

The low and serious voice read out these two words, as if inlaid with endless affection, and it seemed that for an instant, even Jian Zhen could not distinguish between time and space and years.

Jian Zhen's face was inexplicably hot, and he lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear it and said, "I just picked this randomly."

Ye Jisheng responded, raised his red eyes slightly, and said slowly: "It sounds very nice."

Jian Zhen: "How can it sound good?"

"She's right." Ye Jisheng said, "It's like a pearl and a treasure. It suits you very well."

Jian Zhen smiled gently, and wondered what Ye Jisheng would think if he knew that when he named him in the future, he named him after a blade of grass.

The woman in front stopped and said, "You two, our home is just ahead."

Jane really looked over.

The woman's home is halfway up the mountain, in a small courtyard with four doors. It is not very large, but very cozy. There are some dried meats hanging in the courtyard, as well as some vegetables drying in the sun. It is obvious that they are preparing for the New Year.

The butcher said, "You two saved our child, so you are our benefactors. This side room is still empty, but it has not been cleaned up yet. We will clean it up soon. Please stay here for one night."

Jian Zhen said: "It's okay, it's easy for us to clean up by ourselves, there's no need to be so particular."

The side room was a little small, but it was clean inside. You could tell that this was a hardworking family who lived a pretty good life. There was actually nothing to clean up. All you had to do was make room for the bed, which wouldn't take much time.

In the evening.

It's even more lively outside.

The woman said, "There is a lantern festival in our town tonight. To celebrate the New Year, everyone will go out for a walk. If you two are free, you can join us."

Jane really said: "That's great."

Children who participate in the lantern festival need to carry a lantern.

Some of the families in the town have particularly beautiful lanterns. The butcher's family couldn't catch any prey due to the heavy snow this year, so their life was much more difficult. The little boy made his own lantern out of wood.

The hunter spent the afternoon making lamps for the children.

The little boy stayed quietly beside his father, helping him from time to time. A wooden lantern handle was made. The oil paper and pattern on the lantern were plum blossoms drawn by the woman with a pen. The little boy drew a tree trunk underneath. After the mother and son finished drawing the pattern on the lantern, the butcher came and wrapped the oil paper on it, and a lantern was made.

The boy was very happy. He ran in the yard holding the lantern, came to Jian Zhen and said, "Brother Mountain God, this is for you."

Jane is really confused: "For me?"

"Yes!" the boy said, "My mother said that the lanterns represent happiness and contentment. My mother said that you and your partner should also be happy and contentment without suffering."

Jane Zhen looked at the woman behind her.

The woman smiled and said, "Sir, please accept it. It's just a small token of our appreciation. Lanterns are a custom in our town. Those who accept the lanterns will receive our blessings and have a smooth life!"

Jian Zhen said politely: "Thank you very much."

Take the lantern.

Jian Zhen smiled and said to the little boy, "This was made for you by your father and mother. Are you willing to give it to me?"

The little boy looked back at his parents.

The couple stood in the yard and looked at the child encouragingly. The little boy looked smart and said with a smile, "I'm willing to give it up! At worst, I can ask my dad to make another one for me."

Everyone laughed when they heard the child's childish words.

The Lantern Festival begins in the evening.

Jian Zhen took the lantern, and when the two of them went out together, a gust of wind blew over, and the paper on the lantern was blown back and forth, and it actually became a little loose.

"This light seems to be broken." Jian Zhen looked down and said, "How about we put it back?"

Ye Jisheng reached out and took the lamp. He said, "It will be fine after repairing it."

Seeing that he looked a little serious after taking the lamp, Jian Zhen said in a gentle voice, "It's probably because the quality of the paper is not good. There are no tools to replace it here. Don't bother for now."

Ye Jisheng said: "It needs to be fixed."

Jian Zhen was puzzled: "Do you like this lantern very much?"

Ye Jisheng's face was calm. He looked at the lamp in his hand and said, "This is a lamp that blesses our love and beauty. It will last forever. It must not break."

Jane was really stunned.

There are some things in this world that cannot be forced. If most people encounter such things, they may just go with the flow. However, Ye Jisheng is always so serious. Some people believe in fate, but he does not.

Jian Zhen smiled gently and said, "Then let's go to the street and see if there is any rice paper that can be replaced."

Ye Jisheng nodded.

The streets were bustling with people coming and going. There were all kinds of bright lanterns for the Lantern Festival. Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng were walking among them and happened to pass by a stall selling rice paper for lanterns.

The stall owner said: "You two can take a look. These are the best lamp oil papers. You can paint on them yourself or choose the finished products!"

Jian Zhen looked at the drawing paper and said to Ye Jisheng, "I want to draw it myself, what do you think?"

Ye Jisheng said: "That's exactly what I meant."

The stall owner and waiter took the initiative to hand the drawing paper to the two people and even enthusiastically provided pens and ink.

Jian Zhen hesitated for a moment on the lamp oil paper, and finally lightly outlined the shape of the flame with pen and ink. In his heart, Ye Jisheng was such a bright and fiery person, with vigorous vitality, able to burn away all the injustice and unfairness in the world, and eternal in his heart.

When the brush falls.

Ye Jisheng reached out and took the pen and ink. In the center of the lamp paper, he used the pen and ink to outline a bright and dazzling pearl with just a few strokes. The surrounding flames gently surrounded the pearl, as if the pearl was its whole world.

Jian Zhen laughed out loud: "This is an enemy on all sides."

Ye Jisheng said: "No, because I want to stay with you forever."

Jian Zhen's teasing smile faded. He lowered his eyes to look at the scroll on the oil paper, picked it up and said softly, "Shall we stick it on?"

Ye Jisheng nodded.

Standing in the crowd on the street, Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng pasted new oil paper on the lanterns together. The relit lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, looking particularly vivid. Ye Jisheng helped him hold the lanterns. Jian Zhen watched the lanterns light up in the night. The night sky was quiet and comfortable. For a moment, such ordinary happiness made him a little addicted.

On the way back to the woman's house.

Jian Zhen also carried some other snacks and fruits: "The child will definitely be very happy when he sees this later."

Ye Jisheng said, "It's our gift in return for staying at their house."

Jian Zhen nodded. He hummed a song softly as he walked beside Ye Jisheng. Just as he was about to speak, he paused. The smile slowly faded from his eyes, and he looked at the yard in the distance that was slowly getting colder.

Ye Jisheng glanced over and saw Fu Changhuan standing outside the yard. His snow-white coat was particularly clear in the night. In the yard a few steps away, the lights were on and the warm voices of the woman's family could be heard. They were celebrating New Year's Eve. The little boy wanted to eat, but the woman told him to wait for the guests to come back before eating together.

The wind blew across the night sky.

Jian Zhen said softly: "Senior Brother."

Fu Changhuan's eyebrows were cold, and he looked at Jian Zhen calmly, and said, "Are you having fun?"

A double entendre.

Ye Jisheng's eyes became even colder. In the night wind, the two men looked at each other, and their momentum was equally matched.

Jian Zhen stepped forward, placed the fruits and snacks in his hand at the boy's gate, and said softly: "These things have nothing to do with their family, and they should not involve these people. Let's talk somewhere else."

If he brought disaster to this small village, he would never forgive himself.

Fu Changhuan nodded.

Ye Jisheng also stepped forward, and the three of them moved to the back mountain which was some distance away from the town. Almost as soon as they stopped, Jian Zhen saw the flash of swords and shadows passing by in front of his eyes, and the red-hot soul fire was stirred together with the snow-like spiritual energy. He could not even see the movements of the two people, and could only feel the huge wave of spiritual energy swaying around him.

Fu Changhuan was at the Spiritualization Stage while Ye Jisheng was only at the Golden Core Stage, yet they did not fall into a disadvantage for a while.

Jian Zhen only saw Fu Changhuan draw out the sword that his master had personally taught him, and when Ye Jisheng's back was suspended in the air, his heart seemed to stop. He stepped forward quickly, the lantern in his hand fell to the ground, and anxiously drew out his own sword, and rushed forward: "Stop fighting!"

“Bang!”

At the moment when his sword collided with Fu Changhuan's, the huge shock made his arm numb, and his sword broke into two pieces and fell down.

Ye Jisheng protected Jian Zhen behind him in an instant.

Jian Zhen saw Ye Jisheng's blood-red eyes and the terrifying murderous aura around him.

Fu Changhuan retracted his sword, looked at him and said, "Come here."

Jian Zhen's heart tightened, and after hesitating for a moment, she finally looked away.

Fu Changhuan said: "As a disciple of the Immortal Clan, you left the competition venue without permission and violated the laws of Lingshan. Now follow me back immediately."

Ye Jisheng stood still, his red eyes looking at Fu Changhuan, very calmly, without any fear: "What if not."

Fu Changhuan's aura became even colder. He said, "Leaving the mountain without permission is punishable by death."

Ye Jisheng said: "You can try."

The soul fire that could devour everything was clear and bright in the night. The two men faced each other, and endless murderous aura filled the air.

There were even many immortal disciples appearing not far away. Fu Changhuan did not come alone. Several elders from Lingshan were also not far away. There was almost no suspense in this battle.

But even so.

Ye Jisheng still stood in front of Jian Zhen, protecting him behind him.

The war is about to break out.

Jian Zhen said softly: "Brother, stop fighting, I will go back with you."

Fu Changhuan looked at him with some surprise and gave it to him first.

"But I have a condition." Jian Zhen said, "I wanted to escape this time. I wanted to go down the mountain to play. He was just a cleaning disciple, so of course he didn't dare to disobey me. Now I want him to leave. Please give the order to let Ye Wusheng leave."

After hearing this, Ye Jisheng suddenly looked at him, his eyes full of anger.

Fu Changhuan said calmly: "I can promise you."

Jian Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, but Ye Jisheng was about to take a step forward.

Jian Zhen held his hand, and when Ye Jisheng looked at him, he could only see pleading and tears in his eyes, and all his anger disappeared in an instant.

This was the first time he saw Jane Zhen with such an expression.

Jian Zhen held his hand and whispered, "Listen to me, there are too many of them, not only brothers, but also elders. We are no match for them. If we are caught, there will be no hope."

Ye Jisheng retorted: "How could I abandon you?"

"I'm the master's disciple, I'll be fine!" Jian Zhen's eyes were red, he held his hand and said, "But you are different, I don't want you to die."

Ye Jisheng is the proudest demon in the Three Realms. The stubbornness in his bones means he will never bow to his enemies. The red in his eyes is like a burning flame, and even the temperature around him is rising. Just one look from him can drive people crazy.

Jian Zhen held his hand tightly, and said softly, "Please, let's go, okay? I'll wait for you to pick me up."

Ye Jisheng finally said: "Promise me that you will wait for me."

Jian Zhen nodded. Under the night sky, he smiled. Although he was so desperate, he still smiled: "I'll wait for you."

Fu Changhuan, who was not far away, asked, "Have you finished talking?"

When Jian Zhen was about to step forward and walk towards Fu Changhuan, Ye Jisheng grabbed his hand. The man raised his eyes and looked at Fu Changhuan. His tone was calm but with an endless sense of oppression: "If something happens to him after he returns to Lingshan."

The mountain breeze whistled past, bringing endless coolness.

Ye Jisheng's robe fluttered slightly, his handsome face was filled with evil, and he said word by word: "I will burn down your sacred mountain and crush the immortal race."

This is a pure threat of a declaration of war.

Fu Changhuan raised his eyes to look at him, his gaze cold and he said, "You can try."

Jian Zhen's heart was pounding, fearing that something might happen again, but Ye Jisheng obviously kept his promise and turned and left. When his figure disappeared, Jian Zhen's heart finally settled down.

The silent moonlight fell down and landed in the forest.

Fu Changhuan asked, "Is it worth it?"

Jian Zhen was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

"Is a disciple of the demon clan worth it?" Fu Changhuan glanced at him and said, "You are willing to betray Lingshan."

Jian Zhen felt bitter in his heart. He had never thought that someone would be looked at so coldly by the Immortal Venerable. He could only endure the pain and said, "Brother, I have not betrayed Lingshan, and I have never thought of betraying you. On the contrary, I am actually saving Lingshan. If we don't make things difficult for Ye Jisheng, I can guarantee that he will not attack Lingshan."

He didn't have the confidence to say this before, but now he can say it.

Ye Jisheng's love gave him confidence.

Fu Changhuan looked at Jian Zhen and turned his face away slightly, his tone still cold: "The demons are cruel and ruthless. You are inexperienced and don't understand their methods. You are too naive."

Jane really has a lot of grievances.

It is really hard to communicate with my senior brother who practices the ruthless way.

Fu Changhuan turned around and said, "Come back with me now and accept your punishment."

After walking a few steps, the person behind me did not catch up.

Fu Changhuan was confused and turned to look behind him: "You..."

Under the cold moonlight, the young man standing there took a few painful breaths, and finally, as if he could no longer bear it, he opened his mouth and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. The bright red blood spilled on the lawn, and the blood beads on the branches of grass and trees were particularly glaring.

Fu Changhuan's face changed drastically, and he caught the person who was slowly falling down: "What happened?"

Jane Zhen turned pale and was speechless.

Fu Changhuan pulled open his clothes by his wrist and saw the red curse mark faintly emerging under the moonlight. His eyes trembled, and his tone was filled with rare anger and panic: "How could there be a divine punishment on you!"

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