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The weather in late autumn is a little cool. The wind blows through the big trees in the yard, and endless leaves fall down.

These people had suffered many injuries due to practicing sword-riding. Sometimes they were minor injuries, but sometimes they were serious and would leave serious marks. Every time he came back from Sword-riding Peak, Ye Jisheng would prepare medicine for him.

Meeting Ye Jisheng every day has become what Jian Zhen looks forward to most.

The young Demon Lord was frank and innocent, and was really likable. Jane really felt that she would never get tired of being with him every day.

In less than two days.

After Elder Wen finished his lesson, the disciples in the room gathered together to discuss. They said, "Visiting Day is coming soon. My father sent me a message saying that he and my mother will come to visit me."

The others were also very excited when they talked.

"My mother will come too."

"I haven't seen my brother for a long time."

"My parents also wrote to me."

The disciples were discussing excitedly. This class consisted of new disciples. Most of those who could come to Lingshan came from wealthy families, and their parents loved them very much.

Jane Zhen just watched them talking and couldn't get a word in.

The disciple next to him asked, "Brother Jian, who is coming to your house?"

Ever since Jian Zhen was the first to fly a sword, some of the disciples have already been convinced by him, so their attitudes have become much more enthusiastic.

Jane Zhen packed up her books and replied, "There's no one at home."

The other disciples were a little surprised.

Jian Zhen remembered that her original life story was exactly the same as hers, and replied, "My parents are gone, and I only have a servant. I set the servant free before I went up the mountain, so no one should come for this family visit."

The disciple said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Jian."

Jian Zhen shook her head and said, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Others thought he was just pretending to be strong.

Only Jian Zhen knew that he was really used to it. The two hundred years he spent as a grass could be said to be the loneliest time of his life. He couldn't speak and couldn't do many things. He had no relatives or friends. Only the Immortal Lord and the Demon Lord were by his side, so to him, these two people were the most important people in his life.

Elder Wen said on the stage in front: "During the next day of home visit leave, you can all meet your family members in the martial arts hall. Remember not to do anything beyond your authority or to do anything that is detrimental to the sect. The rest of the time can be spent freely."

The disciples cheered.

When everyone was very enthusiastic, Jian Zhen quietly left the school.

As autumn approaches, the maple trees on the mountain are dyed a deep red, and the fallen leaves scatter down. Jian Zhen steps on the fallen leaves and returns to her small yard.

Opened the gate.

There was no one in the yard.

Jian Zhen was doing her homework on the stone table in the yard until dusk fell and someone came in through the gate.

Ye Jisheng was wearing a cloth shirt, but his sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing his sturdy forearms and slender figure. He stepped over and said, "Because tomorrow is the disciples' home leave, Senior Brother Ling arranged for us to clean the martial arts hall, so we came a little late. Are you hungry? I'll go make you some food."

Jane really said: "I'm not hungry."

Ye Jisheng seemed to be much more relieved.

Jian Zhen said: "You've worked hard. You're so tired. Let's not cook today. Food will be delivered from the cafeteria. We'll eat that."

Ye Jisheng had no objection. He said, "Then I'll go loosen the soil for the herbs."

Jian Zhen stood up and said, "I'll help you."

The herbs in the yard have been growing well these days. The sunset glows on the ground. Jian Zhen asks Ye Jisheng, "What are you going to do tomorrow?"

Ye Jisheng paused while working, and said, "I'm going to work at the martial arts hall tomorrow."

They are the cleaning disciples and there is always work to be done.

While other disciples were reuniting with their families and resting, they were responsible for cleaning up the debris.

Jane Zhen said, "Are your parents dead too?"

He had read in history books that the Demon God's parents died when he was young, but he didn't know the details. He didn't know when Ye Jisheng's parents died, so how could they let their child become a slave.

Ye Jisheng said: "My parents died when I was born."

Jian Zhen was stunned. She had never expected it to be like this.

Ye Jisheng lowered his head to plant flowers and plants. His face was drooped so his expression could not be seen clearly. He said, "I was born unlucky. When I was born, I had strange visions. I killed both my parents."

Jian Zhen was a little angrily and said, "Who said this nonsense? How could it be a bad omen?"

Ye Jisheng looked at him with some surprise, as if he didn't understand why Jian Zhen was so angry.

Jian Zhen looked at Ye Jisheng and said seriously, "There may be many reasons for the strange phenomenon. This is not what you want or think. Don't put all the pressure on yourself. I think your parents never blamed you when they protected you."

Ye Jisheng's red eyes moved slightly, and he said: "Aren't you afraid that I am really unlucky and will bring you misfortune?"

Jian Zhen said: "But when you appear by my side, I just feel very happy."

The afterglow of the sunset shines down, bringing warmth before the night.

Jian Zhen sat down on a stone pier nearby and said, "Besides, it's not necessarily a bad omen. The book says that people with destiny will have strange signs when they are born. Who knows, maybe you are the chosen one, the future god!"

Ye Jisheng said, "I don't want to be a god."

Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment, and he asked with some confusion: "Why?"

Ye Jisheng seemed to laugh at himself sarcastically. He said, "Is it good to be a god? If the price of becoming a god is to sacrifice the lives of my parents and go through so much torture, I don't need this position of god."

Jane really felt a little heavy in her chest.

It was as if someone had dropped a small stone, which sank into the abyss of his heart, bringing with it circles of echoes, dull and breathless.

therefore.

On the day of home visit, many disciples went to the martial arts hall.

Jian Zhen, however, acted out of character. He came to the canteen and asked the uncle for some noodles and took them back himself. The small courtyard was very quiet and most of the disciples were in the martial arts hall, so he could come back and cook in the small kitchen by himself.

Put the flour in a large bowl and knead the dough.

Add water while checking the consistency of the dough. After kneading the dough, put it on the table to rise.

After the noodles have risen, cut them into strips and shake them with your hands. The shaking will make the noodles more chewy and taste better.

Afternoon.

When Ye Jisheng remembered to come back to water the flowers and plants in the yard, bursts of fragrance came from the small kitchen.

Ye Jisheng walked over.

Jian Zhen was surprised and delighted to see him coming. He smiled and said, "You're here?"

Ye Jisheng nodded.

Jian Zhen said, "Come and help me carry it quickly."

Ye Jisheng came over and took the cooked noodles outside. There were some stir-fried dishes and even a pot of wine on the small stone table, which was an especially sumptuous meal.

Jian Zhen smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I bought these dishes from the uncle in the cafeteria. I don't know how to cook."

Ye Jisheng said: "That side..."

Jian Zhen quickly said, "I made the noodles myself!"

Ye Jisheng looked at him with some confusion. The young man was sitting under a tree, wearing the simplest cloth shirt. He raised his handsome face and rolled up his sleeves. His face was stained with flour, but he didn't care at all. His clear eyes were smiling.

Jian Zhen handed him the chopsticks and said, "This is a custom in our hometown. When someone has a birthday, we cook longevity noodles. Only relatives cook for their family members. Today, the other disciples have gone out to see their families. Today is the day for them to have a reunion dinner. I don't have parents anymore, and you are the only one who stays with me. Are you willing to eat noodles with me?"

He didn't say, "I'll accompany you to eat noodles," nor did he say, "I'll accompany you because you have no parents." He asked, "Are you willing to accompany me?"

It protects the self-esteem of the person in front of you.

He expressed his feelings again.

Ye Jisheng watched the billowing hot air floating in front of him and finally melting into the air. The face of the person in front of him seemed a little blurry, but his smiling eyebrows were still clear.

Ye Jisheng's voice was a little low and hoarse. He asked: "I... am your relative?"

How could anyone want to be his relative?

He is just a slave of the demon clan, with lowly blood and ominous origin, so people should avoid him as much as possible.

Jian Zhen smiled openly and said, "Of course, why not? Even in terms of age, you can still be my brother!"

After the words fell.

Ye Jisheng's eyes darkened, it turned out to be just his brother.

Jian Zhen's eyes met his, and his heartbeat started to speed up for some reason. He lowered his eyes and said weakly, "Besides, relatives are not the only kind of relationship..."

Ye Jisheng's eyes lit up instantly, and he asked, "What did you say?"

Jian Zhen said in a panic: "It's nothing, let's have a drink, I got it from the uncle in the cafeteria with great difficulty!"

Ye Jisheng reminded him, "You haven't eaten the noodles yet."

Jian Zhen put down the wine pot again and said, "Oh, yes, eat noodles, eat noodles."

It's so embarrassing!

Jian Zhen buried his head in eating the noodles he had cooked. He also fried eggs for himself and Ye Jisheng, but one of the eggs was not fried well, while the other was fried perfectly. In order to avoid making a fool of himself, he kept the poorly fried one for himself. He sighed softly, ate his own burnt egg, glanced at the one in Ye Jisheng's bowl, and imagined what a smooth egg would taste like.

However, I just ate a few chopsticks.

There was a whole egg placed in his bowl.

Jian Zhen looked up at Ye Jisheng in surprise, and Ye Jisheng said calmly, "Eat."

There was a whole egg in the bowl of noodles.

If there was a whole fried egg and an incomplete, even a bad egg, in his bowl, Ye Jisheng would leave it for him.

Jian Zhen used chopsticks to divide the egg into two pieces. She gave one piece to Ye Jisheng and smiled at him and said, "Let's eat together, half each."

Ye Jisheng raised his eyes to look at him and finally nodded.

After the two of them finished their noodles, the dusk had slowly set beyond the horizon. The lights in the yard came on, and Jian Zhen shared the bottle of wine that she had brought back with Ye Jisheng.

The two men sat on the roof to enjoy the fresh air and get rid of the smell of alcohol.

Jian Zhen looked at the bustling martial arts hall not far away and said softly, "It must be very lively there."

Ye Jisheng nodded lightly: "Yeah."

Jian Zhen sat on the eaves and felt the breeze. He looked at Ye Jisheng who was standing beside him and asked, "Are you sad?"

Ye Jisheng said: "No."

Jane Zhen asked curiously, "Why?"

Ye Jisheng's handsome profile was particularly deep in the night, the evening breeze blew through his black hair, he glanced at Jian Zhen, his red eyes were clear, and he whispered: "Because you are here, they are reunited with their families, and I am with you, why should I be sad."

The night is quiet.

But when Jian Zhen looked at him, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat like a drum. He looked at Ye Jisheng's face and his eyes. It seemed as if there was a deep sea in them, containing too many emotions. Those emotions gathered together like an abyss, as if they would suck people in at any time and make it impossible to escape.

For a moment.

He had an urge to get close to him, to talk to him, and to hug him.

Ye Jisheng was the first to speak: "You..."

Jian Zhen suddenly came back to his senses, his hands trembled, and he couldn't hold the wine jug firmly in his hand. It was about to roll off the roof. He bent down to pick it up, but his center of gravity was unbalanced, and he was about to fall down subconsciously. Ye Jisheng reached out and pulled him over. Because of extreme panic, Jian Zhen subconsciously clung to him tightly.

The two people hugged each other.

I heard the sound of a wine bottle breaking on the ground.

Under the silent moonlight.

Jian Zhen looked at Ye Jisheng, and when she came to her senses, she realized that they were suddenly very close to each other. When their eyes met, their breathing seemed to be entangled together. Just now, during the lightning and thunder, Ye Jisheng's lips brushed Jian Zhen's face. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ye Jisheng seemed to have regained his sanity, felt that something was wrong, and wanted to separate.

But Jian Zhen held his hand.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, maybe it was because the night was too dark, or maybe it was because he had had that thought for a long time but had been restraining himself.

At the moment when Ye Jisheng wanted to let go of his hand, Jian Zhen raised her head slightly, placed her lips on the corner of his lips, and kissed him back.

Ye Jisheng suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him. Under the moonlight, his red eyes seemed to be burning with flames, while Jian Zhen looked at him openly and said softly, "This way you don't have to be afraid, it will be fine."

Ye Jisheng said in a hoarse voice: "No."

Jane Zhen asked curiously, "Why isn't it level?"

Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes and looked at him and said, "Because, when you kissed me, I took advantage of you."

Jian Zhen thought thoughtfully: "Is that so."

Ye Jisheng's eyes darkened and he was about to nod.

Jian Zhen said: "Then you kiss me, kiss me back, and let me take advantage of you too?"

Ye Jisheng looked at him in surprise, and their eyes met. The moonlight fell, and just when Jian Zhen felt a little shy and wanted to separate, a kiss fell. Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two young disciples were stretched very long, and the two figures leaning against each other seemed to merge into one in the moonlight. Time seemed to freeze in a moment, never to be separated again.

The next day.

Jane has been in a very happy mood these days.

After kissing Ye Jisheng, the two of them became closer as if some window paper had been broken. When they were together before, they would hoe the ground and do some chores together, but now they feel that even if they do nothing, just being together is sweet enough.

However, sweet days are not all smooth sailing.

The academic examination that Fu Changhuan had scheduled finally came.

Jian Zhen said weakly: "Brother, aren't these two days still the dates for home visit leave?"

Fu Changhuan said, "Elder Qianji said that you haven't completed your sword-controlling lessons yet, so I came to take a look."

Jian Zhen instantly became timid and said weakly, "I see."

Fu Chang said, "Fly the sword around for me to see."

How could Jian Zhen dare to talk back to the Immortal Lord? He summoned his own sword and silently recited the sword-controlling mantra. The sword on the ground sensed his summons and hummed, then flew up from the ground. Jian Zhen leaped onto the sword and flew a circle steadily. Before he could show off his skills, a tree appeared in front of him. He failed to turn in time and was about to fall down again.

Fu Changhuan's figure swayed slightly, and the person who fell was firmly held by the waist and caught.

Jian Zhen patted his chest in fear: "Fortunately, my senior brother is here, otherwise I would have fallen down again."

Fu Changhuan let him go, looked at Jian Zhen with cold eyes and said, "You have already mastered the essentials of sword control, but you still don't know the key points, so you can't fully control it."

Jian Cheng sincerely studied and asked, "Brother, what is the key point?"

Fu Changhuan said: "If you want to achieve unity of mind and spirit with the sword, you must get rid of all distracting thoughts in your mind. If you have too many distracting thoughts in your mind and don't put your energy into it, you will naturally not be able to control the sword."

Jian Zhen: “…”

I feel a little guilty and a little unable to refute.

After all, he really had been thinking about Ye Jisheng in his mind for the past two days and had not been concentrating on practicing sword.

Fu Changhuan raised his hand, and the sword was in his palm. He stood on the road in a snow-white coat, glanced at Jian Zhen and said, "Follow me."

Jian Zhen hurried to follow.

There is a spiritual pool on the mountainside of the southern peak of Lingshan Mountain where Shi Jing is located.

Fu Changhuan stood by the pool and said, "Come, stand here."

Jian Zhen walked over slowly, and the mist from the spirit pool slowly soaked through his body, giving him a sense of cleansing from body to soul. When he opened his eyes, he exclaimed, "Brother, what is this place?"

Fu Changhuan said: "This is the mind-washing pool."

Jian Zhen said: "The mind washing pool?"

Fu Changhuan nodded and said, "The Washing Mind Pool was formed when our master ascended to heaven and earth. The water in the pool can cleanse people's distracting thoughts and desires. How do you feel standing here?"

Jane said honestly: "I feel very light and relaxed all over."

Fu Changhuan said: "Because you are pure in nature and have a clean soul, you feel at ease. If you have strong desires in your heart, you will only feel extremely miserable here."

Jian Zhen thought for a moment: "So that's it."

What he has always wanted is very simple, he just wants everyone around him to be safe and sound, that's all.

Fu Changhuan looked at him and said, "Jian Zhu, you are more suitable for practicing the ruthless way than others. If you want to practice the ruthless way in this world, you must cut off all the ties and fates in the mortal world. Your parents have passed away, and all the ties between you and this world have long been gone. Now if you want to enter the ruthless way, it will definitely be much easier to practice than your fellow disciples."

Jian Zhen was extremely surprised. He stammered, "Wu, Wuqing Dao?"

Fu Changhuan nodded, he looked at Jian Zhen and said: "Yeah."

Jian Zhen quickly said, "Brother, I cannot practice the ruthless way!"

Fu Changhuan frowned slightly and said, "What's wrong? Is there anything you can't let go of?"

Jian Zhen: “…”

Xiao Cao: I can’t explain this kind of question to you (spreading hands)