If I turned into a blade of grass

Heavy rain was pouring down outside.

Ye Jisheng looked up at him, and when they looked into each other's eyes, he saw Jian Zhen's clean and sincere eyes. Most importantly, he saw the same feelings in those eyes as he did himself.

He has been restraining himself and enduring.

She wanted to be close to Jian Zhen, but she didn't dare to blaspheme him or get close to his feelings.

Ye Jisheng only felt that Jian Zhen's eyes were so calm, but they seemed to contain a fire, and this fire was burning so vigorously, it almost set him on fire.

It seemed as if countless voices were echoing in my mind.

Ye Jisheng's throat was a little dry. He endured it and suppressed the anger in his heart. He said in a dry voice: "Why are you in my room?"

Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment, also feeling a little guilty, but she tried to remain calm and explained, "I, I wanted to talk to you about something, but you didn't come back, and I felt a little cold."

Ye Jisheng said: "It's my fault."

"It's okay." Jian Zhen didn't know what she was saying: "You didn't know I was coming."

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Ye Jisheng: "Then..."

Jian Zhen: "Then..."

The two of them spoke at the same time, but they didn't expect that their words would coincide with each other's. They looked up at each other, and then lowered their heads at the same time.

Jian Zhen was more straightforward after all. He said, "Well, I'll go back first."

Ye Jisheng said, "It's raining so hard outside. You're already in poor health. If you catch a cold, you'll be sick and suffer again."

There is a moment.

Ye Jisheng was even somewhat grateful for such a rain, which allowed him to stay here with Jian Zhen for a while longer, doing nothing, even if it would be fine if he just stood there all night.

Jane was slow to react and said, "Yes, that's right."

Xiaocao felt somewhat relieved.

Fortunately it rained, otherwise I would have been back to that little yard alone.

The two people looked at each other with their own thoughts.

Jian Zhen smiled and said, "Then I'll stay here for a while. Will it cause you any trouble?"

Ye Jisheng said almost without hesitation: "No trouble."

After saying this, he secretly felt a little uneasy, wondering if he had agreed too quickly and his intentions were too obvious.

Jian Zhen didn't notice his little action at all. She clutched the quilt tightly with her hands, nodded seriously and said, "Okay, then I'll trouble you for a while."

Ye Jisheng nodded and turned to walk outside.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Jian Zhen asked nervously, "Where are you going?"

Ye Jisheng paused. Jian Zhen looked out the window and saw the heavy rain falling under the eaves. She looked at Ye Jisheng with some concern and said, "It's raining so hard outside, are you still going out?"

It can't be that he has to leave if I don't leave just to avoid suspicion?

Jane was guessing wildly in her mind.

Ye Jisheng said, "My clothes are dirty. I'm going to go out and wash them before coming back."

Jian Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't rush to wash up if it's raining outside. You can go later."

Ye Jisheng insisted, "No."

Jian really didn't understand why he was so stubborn, so she asked doubtfully, "Why, are you a germaphobe?"

Ye Jisheng stood at the somewhat shabby door, his cloth disciple's uniform stained with a bit of blood red. His thin body was tall and straight. Even standing in this narrow wooden house, he still did not look embarrassed, as if this man was born with a kind of pride that would not change no matter what he went through or what situation he fell into.

He turned around.

Ye Jisheng said, "I don't look good like this."

Jian Zhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if at some moment, he already understood what Ye Jisheng meant without any more words, and he said, "It looks good."

Ye Jisheng looked up and met Jian Zhen Chicheng's eyes.

Jian Zhen looked at him and said, "It's raining too hard outside. Don't go out. Just change your clothes here."

Ye Jisheng looked at him.

Jian Zhen realized belatedly that there was no screen in the cabin. If Ye Jisheng wanted to change his clothes, he would be the only person in the cabin. Originally, there was nothing that they had not seen before, so Jian Zhen could be so frank. However, after meeting Ye Jisheng's eyes, he realized belatedly.

Xiaocao felt a little embarrassed.

Jian Zhen said, "You change your clothes, I will turn my back and not watch."

Before Ye Jisheng finished speaking, Jian Zhen had already laid down with his back turned.

The room was silent for a while, and then there were some rustling sounds and the slight movement of a cloth shirt falling to the ground. These sounds were not loud, and were even a little light, but the more they were heard, the more Jian Zhen felt her heart beating like a drum.

Thunder and lightning roared outside the window, and heavy rain beat against the windowsill.

At first, Jian Zhen was concentrating on listening to the sounds outside, but as she listened, she began to feel sleepy.

Until another thunder sounded.

Jian Zhen suddenly woke up from his sleep. The temperature outside dropped sharply and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Ye Jisheng's voice rang out: "Are you cold?"

Jian Zhen came back to his senses from his pajamas in a daze. He looked at Ye Jisheng and wanted to say that he was not cold, but before he could open his mouth, he sneezed again.

Ye Jisheng stood up and said, "I'll find you another quilt."

Jane really nodded.

Ye Jisheng had changed into clean clothes, but it was almost winter and the clothes he was wearing were obviously still thin summer clothes. It was even colder as it was raining heavily outside.

Ye Jisheng was looking for bedding in the cabinet on the couch. He said, "Found it."

Jian Zhen looked over and saw that the newly found bedding was also very thin, and the treatment of the disciples who were cleaning the house was a bit poor.

Ye Jisheng obviously realized this, and the man pursed his lips slightly. He said, "I'll go find you a new quilt."

Jian Zhen quickly grabbed him and said, "Where can we go when it's raining heavily outside?"

Ye Jisheng said: "Don't worry..."

Seeing that he was really going to leave, Jian Zhen didn't have time to think too much, and he said directly: "Sleep with me, so you won't be cold."

The room suddenly fell into a brief silence.

When the lightning flashed across the sky, Jian Zhen swore that he seemed to see Ye Jisheng's ears slightly red. Even though his face was still calm, his ears still betrayed his uneasy heart.

Ye Jisheng's voice was a little low, and he said: "This is not appropriate."

Jian Zhen shivered again. Seeing that Ye Jisheng didn't move, he lay down angrily and covered his head with the quilt, saying angrily, "Then I'll just freeze to death!"

There was a brief silence behind me.

Just when Jane really thought she wouldn't scare anyone away.

He covered her body with another layer of quilt, and his movements were very gentle and delicate. When Jian Zhen felt a little uneasy, the corner of the quilt beside her was lifted up a little, and Ye Jisheng also lay down. He lay beside Jian Zhen, but was very polite and didn't come over.

Jian Zhen felt a little complicated for a moment.

The demon god millions of years later acted recklessly, but the demon god millions of years ago was such a well-behaved young man!

Just thinking about it.

Ye Jisheng's voice sounded from behind, he asked: "Are you still cold?"

Jian Zhen came back to his senses and really didn't feel cold anymore. He turned around and looked at him in surprise and said, "Are you so hot?"

Ye Jisheng was lying not far from him. The two of them were very close to each other. Their eyes met. Ye Jisheng lowered his head and said, "I used magic."

Jian Zhen didn't expect him to be so smart, and he, who was in the initial stage of foundation building, was stunned like a fool who knew nothing, so he asked: "Where is your current cultivation level?"

Ye Jisheng said: "I don't know, I haven't tested it, but I have already formed the elixir."

Jian Zhen thought about what the elders once said about the people in the three realms, the stages of cultivation are divided into: Qi training, foundation building, Dan formation, Yuanying, and Shenhua, and he himself is in the foundation building stage, but he didn't expect that Ye Jisheng has already formed a Dan!

Xiaocao was a little surprised.

Jian Zhen said: "You haven't taken classes much, but you are better than me."

Ye Jisheng said: "I practice on my own every day."

Jian Zhen was deeply moved. The Demon Lord was indeed not an ordinary person. He could always overcome adversity no matter what the situation was.

Ye Jisheng seemed to be afraid that he would be angry and said, "If you don't like it, I won't practice it."

Jian Zhen: !!!!!!

At this moment he was really surprised. The demon god who would dominate the three realms in the future and whom countless people feared but could not do anything about was now in front of him. He said that he could stop practicing and give up. If those people in the three realms who were racking their brains were here, they would probably cry for joy after hearing this.

The purpose of Jian Zhen's visit this time was to stop Ye Jisheng from falling into the trap of the Conferred God Array and to prevent him from getting hurt. If Ye Jisheng really gave up, perhaps he would not be hurt. Perhaps their family could really be free, without the responsibilities and worries of the throne.

There was a continuous rainstorm outside, and the cold wind was beating against the window.

Jian Zhen raised her eyes and said softly, "I like it. I think you can continue to practice. I think you have the strength to protect yourself from being bullied. One day, you can do what you like."

Ye Jisheng asked: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Jian Zhen was puzzled: "Why should I be afraid of you?"

Ye Jisheng said calmly: "I am a demon, but my cultivation is so fast, I may be a threat to you."

Jian Zhen said: "I know you are not a bad person."

Ye Jisheng looked at his delicate eyebrows and eyes, his red pupils trembled slightly, but he did not say anything else. He knew that he was not a good person, he hated all those who bullied and hindered him, he was a poisonous snake in the gloomy darkness, a dangerous beast with poison all over his body.

But you can raise your eyes and look into each other's eyes.

It was Jian Zhen's defenseless eyes that were full of trust and expectation.

Ye Jisheng was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "I will protect you."

Jian Zhen: “Hmm?”

"My cultivation is higher than yours, I will protect you." Ye Jisheng said: "You are afraid of the cold, I will practice fire-attributed spells in the future to keep you from getting cold."

Jian Zhen froze for a moment. He said softly, "Fire attribute?"

Ye Jisheng nodded and said, "Well, don't you believe me?"

Jian Zhen: “…I believe it.”

How could he not believe it!

The soul fire that will be famous throughout the three realms for the next thousand years!

The Demon Lord’s eternal killing move, who in the three realms would not be terrified when the soul fire comes out?

Who could have known that the source of this soul fire was not because of how cool and domineering it was, but because... it was to keep a little disciple of Lingshan warm? !

Day 2

Jian Zhen returned to her own small courtyard early in the morning before anyone else noticed.

Although his room was fully furnished, he still felt cold when he got into the quilt. He was not as warm as when he was next to Ye Jisheng. The Magic brand heater was indeed worthy of its reputation.

There were thunders last night, and because I was talking to Ye Jisheng, I was too excited in the second half and didn't sleep well.

Jane really took another nap.

When I woke up, my fever was gone, but I found someone sitting not far from my room.

Jian Zhen sat up suddenly: "Senior Brother."

Fu Changhuan: “Yeah.”

Jian Zhen saw that Fu Changhuan actually felt a little guilty, so he said softly, "Brother, why are you here?"

Fu Changhuan said: "The pharmacist said you are sick again, I came to see you."

Jian Zhen was relieved, thinking that his senior brother had discovered that he had stayed out all night. He replied, "Senior brother, it's okay. My fever has subsided now."

Fu Changhuan said: "Well, besides that, there is one more thing."

Jian Zhen immediately became serious and well-behaved.

Fu Changhuan glanced at him and said, "Elder Wen said that your academic level is not up to standard. From today onwards, you will report your academic work to me every three days."

Jian Zhen: “Ah?”

Fu Changhuan said expressionlessly: "The Grandmaster is in seclusion now. I am your senior brother, so naturally I have the responsibility to educate you."

Jian Zhen said weakly: "Well, what happens if I fail the coursework?"

Fu Changhuan said: "I will give you personal tutoring."

Jian Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."

Fu Changhuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay?"

Jian Zhen said: "I thought there would be some kind of punishment. If it's something like double the homework or corporal punishment, that's it!"

Fu Changhuan wanted to tell him that for the entire Lingshan, what all disciples feared more than doubling their homework or corporal punishment was being scolded by him. He was a ruthless Taoist who was always impartial and selfless. There was no disciple who was not afraid of him.

But...

Fu Changhuan asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Jian was really surprised: "You are my senior brother, why should I be afraid of you."

Fu Changhuan's eyes fell on Jian Zhen's face, but he could not find a trace of guilt or pretense in those eyes. He was really not afraid of him, and he didn't even have that kind of fear in his heart. He looked at himself as if he was really looking at his close senior brother and elder brother.

No one had ever looked at him like this.

Fu Changhuan withdrew his gaze calmly and said, "Then let's start with the lessons in three days."

Jian Zhen's cold had not completely healed, so she covered her lips and coughed softly, saying obediently, "Okay."

Fu Changhuan's fingertips moved slightly, and he finally said, "The pharmacist said two days ago that you are weak and often sick. Although you cannot eat immortal herbs and spiritual medicines, the immortal energy of Lingshan is rich. You can plant some ordinary herbs in your yard. When you take them in the future, although the effect is not as good as spiritual medicines, it will always be better than ordinary herbs."

Jian Zhen quickly said, "Okay, okay, thank you very much, Senior Brother. I finally don't have to drink so many bitter medicines."

Fu Changhuan looked at his funny acting skills and curled his lips unconsciously.

Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment, looked up at him and said, "Senior Brother..."

Fu Changhuan: “Hmm?”

"You finally smiled." Jian Zhen sat cross-legged beside the bed and looked at him and said, "You look very beautiful when you smile. You should smile more often. This will make you feel better."

Fu Changhuan's eyebrows suddenly turned cold. He retracted his gaze and said calmly, "If you indulge in pleasure, how can you cultivate to the great way?"

Jian Zhen: "But you can't give up your own happiness."

Fu Changhuan said: "If you have no desires, you will not ask for anything, and you will not be affected by these worldly things. You will understand in the future."

Jian Zhen: “…”

He doesn't want to understand, he hates ruthlessness the most!

The weather was very sunny for a few days after the heavy rain.

Jian Zhen finally recovered his health and became a lively and cheerful Lingshan disciple again.

But he collapsed after returning to the classroom. He thought it was still Elder Wen's theoretical class, but he didn't expect that this course was completely different from the previous ones. It was a sword-flying class.

The lecturer is Elder Qianji.

The elder Qianji, who was standing at the front, held a sword and said, "Recite the sword control technique silently in your heart, and achieve a state of unity of mind and spirit with the sword in your hand, then you will be able to control the sword successfully!"

All the disciples looked at the sword on the ground.

While Jian Zhen was still reciting the sword-controlling tactics, some disciples had already begun to try to use the sword. They placed one hand above the sword god and silently recited the tactics. Some swords hummed on the ground, and some people were almost able to grab the sword.

Only Jian Zhen was still trying hard to memorize the sword-controlling techniques.

The disciples behind him murmured, "He is the disciple of our Grandmaster, but I don't see him being outstanding in any way. He is really bringing shame to our Senior Brother."

"That's right." Another disciple said, "Your Senior Brother Qiao's sword can already fly into the air."

Just when everyone was chattering.

Jian Zhen finally memorized the Sword Controlling Technique. He looked at the sword beside him and recited according to the book: "The Heavenly Qi Dao One, the Five Thoughts Return..."

The sword on the ground shook slightly. When Jian Zhen finally finished reciting it with great difficulty, the sword had already risen into the air, as if all the spiritual energy was at his disposal. Before Jian Zhen could react, he suddenly flew into the air. He subconsciously wanted to keep his balance, but after being carried around by the sword, he still didn't have enough strength to stop and fell down.

All the disciples were stunned.

As the first disciple to fly with a sword, Jian Zhen fell particularly badly.

Elder Tianji sighed, walked over to help Jian Zhen up and said, "Although you can successfully fly the sword, your foundation is still not solid. You need to practice more."

Jane really said obediently: "Yes."

So after basically practicing for a whole day in the training ground, and falling down with bruises all over his face, he returned to the yard and saw Ye Jisheng standing by the flowers tending to the grass. He almost burst into tears because his nose felt sore.

Ye Jisheng noticed the voice behind him and stood up: "What's wrong?"

Jane Zhen sat on the chair, her fair face full of tears as she said, "My legs hurt."

Ye Jisheng came over and half-knelt in front of him. His red eyes were somewhat dark and cold, and he asked calmly: "Did anyone bully you?"

Jian Zhen cried, "It's my sword that bullies me. It always falls."

Ye Jisheng: "..."

Jian Zhen lay on the stone table and wailed, "It hurts so much, why is it so difficult to fly with a sword?"

Ye Jisheng said: "This is a compulsory course for disciples of Lingshan. Only disciples who have learned to fly with a sword can go down the mountain. You will need it if you want to go out and go down the mountain in the future."

Jian Zhen's eyes lit up: "Go down the mountain? That's great, then I must learn to fly the sword well and try to go down the mountain as soon as possible!"

When Ye Jisheng saw him like this, he knew that everything was fine.

There were some herbs sent by the pharmacist in the yard not far away. Ye Jisheng went back to continue planting them. His technique of planting herbs was a little clumsy, but he was very serious. After a while, the whole yard was full of lush grass swaying in the wind. He began to water and fertilize carefully.

Jian Zhen lay on the table with a sad face and said, "It's better to be a little grass. I don't have to learn to fly a sword, nor do I have to wrestle. I can also be taken care of by you like this. I still want to be a little grass in the future."

Ye Jisheng paused, and then said, "If you turn into grass in the future, I will still take good care of you."

Jane Zhen suddenly froze.

For a moment, he suddenly recalled that outside the palace of the Demon Palace, there were always many flowers and plants planted in the garden. These flowers and plants were all cultivated by the Demon God himself. Yan Ji once said that this garden had existed for hundreds of years. When Jian Zhen was still a small grass, he thought about it. Everyone said that the Demon God Ye Jisheng was bloodthirsty and cruel, but how could he have a hobby that liked to grow flowers and plants, which did not look like a hobby of the God of Death at all?

Jian Zhenxin was instantly overwhelmed and whispered, "Well, what if I really turn into grass and can't be transformed into a human, what will you do?"

Ye Jisheng paused, his eyes firm and calm, he looked at Jian Zhen and said: "If one day you become a blade of grass, I will build the best palace for you, let you use the best flowerpot in the world, and accompany you every day."

Jane was really silent.

It recalled the days and nights by the window of the most noble palace of the demon clan. It was an ordinary grass, but the flowerpot was made of luminous glass stone that was hard to find in the world and was a spiritual weapon worth a fortune in the ghost market. During those hundred years, it was by the window of the demon palace, keeping the demon company.

Ye Jisheng said: "I will do it, do you believe me?"

Jian Zhen raised his head slightly, the sunlight was shining down, he looked at Ye Jisheng, his eyebrows curved, and he said tenderly: "I believe you."

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