Chapter 190 [Alien] Confession Again
It was obvious that all this was done by Ye Musi.
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"A-Si is very well-behaved," Chang Feihong said. "He also practices very hard. I hope Junior Brother won't be so hostile."
Hua Jin didn't say anything. None of them had ever seen Ye Musi's true face, but he had seen it. Ye Musi liked to disguise himself as Luo Xiao and have people protect him.
Fortunately, his goal was to compete with Ling Hong, and he had ignored Ye Musi during the two years of training. Ye Musi was also well-behaved, knowing that he was not popular, so he did not provoke him. The two of them spent two years in peace.
Today is the Linghong competition, and ten disciples are selected from the sect.
As expected, Hua Jin was selected. He came to Xishan to tell Mu Chi, but Mu Chi had no intention of coming out.
"Master, it's been two years. I have been practicing with Senior Brother Chang for two years. My cultivation has improved dramatically and I can participate in the Linghong competition. But when will you come out..." He stayed for a whole day and night, and left the next day because he still had to practice sword.
Just as he left, Mu Chi's door opened.
Mu Chi stared at the direction where Hua Jin was walking away. He looked into his palm and saw a lens emerge in his hand. The day he took Hua Jin away from the Mirror of the Heart, the lens stabbed him, going straight to his vital point, and finally dissipated.
But it did not disappear, but merged with his heart. He sealed all the things he had experienced in the mirror into this lens. He wanted to break this lens to make it disappear forever, and he didn't want to think about it again.
The lens is as hard as a rock and cannot be broken or destroyed no matter what.
Perhaps only Juque can break it.
The Juque is the treasure of Nanhua Temple. It is made of black iron gathered and condensed in ancient times. It is full of spiritual power and is said to be the toughest.
The host of this Linghong competition is Nanhua Temple. They stated in the last competition that they would offer Juque as a prize. If any sect wins, the Juque will be given to them.
Thinking of this, Mu Chi put away the lens in his hand and flew towards the Elders' Hall.
"Welcome the Valley Master out of seclusion." said everyone in the Elder Hall.
Mu Chi sat in the valley master's seat.
"Who will be selected as the disciples for this Linghong competition?"
Elder Linglong handed over the list.
Mu Chi's eyes swept across the list and suddenly stopped on a name.
"Hua Jin," he raised his eyes, his voice unrecognizable as either happy or angry, "Xiao Jin was selected?"
Elder Linglong leaned forward and said, "Yes. Hua Jin has made rapid progress in his cultivation over the past two years. His swordsmanship is so cunning that he is unrivaled among his peers."
Mu Chi was distracted, and the memories in the mirror were eager to return to his mind, but he held them down tightly.
"The others are the best disciples in the valley. Does the Valley Master think there's anything wrong with them?"
He put the list down.
"No." He glanced around, "Has anything happened in the valley in the past two years?"
After briefly understanding the list of Ling Hong's competitors, he began to deal with the real business.
The Elders' Hall then began to discuss and informed him of the changes that had taken place in the valley and among the various sects over the past two years.
After gaining a general understanding, Mu Chi tapped the table, tapping on the list. He said, "After lunch, have these ten people come to the martial arts arena. I will personally guide them."
When Mu Chi said this, all the elders were quite shocked. The disciples in Yinyou Valley were not bad. No matter what, they would not be the last in Linghong Competition. The first place might not fall to Yinyou Valley, but there was still a chance that they would be in the top ten.
Could it be that the Valley Master wants the Juque?
No one would say much, just do as they were told. They would not try to guess what the Valley Master was thinking, they would just do whatever Mu Chi said.
After the elders had left, Zhu Yingyan asked him, "How are you?"
Mu Chi shook his head.
"I'm fine, you don't have to worry."
"How can I not worry when you're like this? You never say anything. Mu Chi, we are brothers. After Master left, you and Xiaoxue are the people closest to me. I respect your choice, but I also want to know what happened in front of the formation. Is Hua Jin really worth saving? And Elder Linglong said that the Nether King is Master, and that the fox demon is also our brother. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Zhu Yingyan blocked Mu Chi's way. "I'm not saying that Master accepted the fox demon as his disciple, but how Master could be related to the underworld, and the Nether King. Only you know all this. You were there, so tell me."
Mu Chi looked at him with a complicated expression.
"I am also Master's disciple, but Master tells you everything and doesn't tell Xiaoxue and me. I also want to know who Master is." Zhu Yingyan complained a little. He didn't seem like Lin Shiyi's disciple, but like an outsider. He thought Mu Chi knew everything.
"He is the Netherworld King. The fox demon is called Zuo Qianqian, and he is the disciple that Master accepted two thousand years ago."
"Two thousand years ago?"
"I don't know much. I'm also surprised that Master is the Nether King."
"You don't know either?"
Mu Chi shook his head and said, "I only found out everything when I met Master that day. The person Zuo Qianqian and the Imperial Preceptor wanted to see was Master, but Zuo Qianqian killed the Imperial Preceptor. I was also confused by what I heard. But what happened between them has nothing to do with us. Lin Shiyi is Master, and the Nether King is Dongfang Liu."
Zhu Yingyan didn't understand what he meant. What Dongfang Liu Youmingwang? They were clearly the same person.
At this time, no one would understand what Mu Chi was feeling at the moment. He knew that the King of the Underworld was his master, and then he knew what kind of experience they had, and then he begged Dongfang Liu to save him, but Dongfang Liu pushed him away, turned a blind eye, and even wanted to join hands with that man to kill him.
He didn't blame Dongfang Liu, nor did he resent Lin Shiyi, but he just couldn't forgive him.
"What about Hua Jin? Even though he's your disciple, is he really worth saving?"
"I told you, I saved him because he said he would avenge me. He considers me his master, so I consider him my apprentice. You may not consider him a relative, but I raised him. If I never meet someone I fall in love with, then he will be my child. Besides, once a teacher, always a father. How can I just stand by and watch?" Mu Chi met Zhu Yingyan's eyes. "I know you're worried about me, but I'm worried about him too. You don't have to say such things anymore. I don't want to hear them."
"Yes, he is indeed a very good disciple, but you are the only one in the world. Even now, I still don't know what happened to you. What happened after you entered the Zhaoxin Realm? Why are you so weak?"
When Mu Chi was about to leave, Zhu Yingyan held him back. These questions had been bothering him for three years, and he was determined to get all the answers today.
"You can hide it from others, but not from me. You and I grew up together, and I know your temper best."
"Yes, you understand me, and you must know that if I don't want to say it, I won't say it." Mu Chi shook off his hand.
Of course Zhu Yingyan knew, but he really wanted to know. He, Mu Chi and Yang Xiaoxue were all disciples of Lin Shiyi, sharing weal and woe. Apart from Xueyuan, they were the closest people in the world.
As Mu Chi walked, his heart tightened. He thought the lens was about to escape from his body. He hurriedly grabbed it with his bare hands, but his hands were covered in blood.
This scene happened to be seen by Hua Jin.
"Master!" Hua Jin rushed over, spread open Mu Chi's palm, tore off his own clothes and bandaged it, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Mu Chi pulled back and said, "It's okay."
"Master has come out of retreat. I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you very much."
"I've heard that you've worked very hard over the past two years, and I'm very pleased that you've been selected for the sect's inner disciples."
Hua Jin seemed not to hear the compliment, his eyes fixed on Mu Chi's blood-stained fingertips.
He stubbornly clenched his hand again, his knuckles turning white from the force: "You call this okay?"
Mu Chi lowered his eyes, his gaze swept across the boy's taut jaw, and suddenly found that the skinny apprentice from back then had grown so big that he needed to slightly tilt his head up to look at him.
"It's just a flesh wound." He said in a tone that was almost perfunctory. "Ling Hong's competition is coming soon, don't be distracted by such a trivial matter."
Hua Jin raised his eyes, his dark pupils seemed to be filled with a heavy rainstorm: "What if I insist on being distracted?"
The wood is stagnant.
"I've been practicing swordsmanship for the past two years, swinging my sword ten thousand times a day. At night, when the pain is too much to sleep, I get up and look at Master's portrait." Hua Jin said in a low voice, "Now that Master has come out of seclusion, he won't even tell me a single word of truth?"
"What truth?" Mu Chi had some guesses in his mind, and was afraid that he would say it out loud, so he quickly covered his mouth.
Hua Jin grabbed his wrist first and pressed the bloody hand against his heart.
"The truth is—" The young man let the hot palm touch his drum-beating heart through the clothes.
"Disciple is pleased with Master."
The wind in the bamboo forest suddenly stopped. Mu Chi's fingertips trembled, and drops of blood rolled down Hua Jin's clothes, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow. He pulled his hand away, but Hua Jin's intertwined fingers held it tightly.
He was stunned. This was not the first time Hua Jin expressed his love. He just didn't expect that Hua Jin would still disregard ethics after returning to Yinyou Valley.
"This isn't the first time my disciple has expressed this, and this isn't the first time Master has heard of it." Hua Jin's eyes were sincere. "Master, you saved me, and you clearly have me in your heart."
Mu Chi immediately raised his newly bandaged hand and slapped him hard.
"You should be thankful that there's no one around. Such outrageous words are enough to get you killed without a burial place."
The slap sounded surprisingly crisp.
The bamboo leaves rustled to the ground as if struck by thunder. Hua Jin tilted his head, blood seeping from the corners of his lips, but he chuckled softly, "So Master's palms are warm, too."
Mu Chi used only 50% of his strength in that palm strike - enough to make an ordinary disciple vomit blood, but it only made Hua Jin stagger half a step.
The young man wiped away the blood with his thumb. When he looked up, there was an almost greedy light in his eyes: "Master, if you want to hit me again, then hit me. The more pain I feel, the more I will remember in my heart - remember that this was inflicted by Master's own hands."
"madman."
Mu Chi's voice was hoarse, his knuckles still trembling from the blow. Lens seemed enraged by the slap, throbbing in his chest, the pain making veins pop out on his forehead.
Hua Jin took the opportunity to step closer, and lowered his voice to coax him: "Master, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of your disciple? Or are you afraid of yourself?"
Mu Chi suddenly raised his hand, and a cold light condensed from his fingertips, pointing directly at Hua Jin's eyebrows - that was the "silence" sword intent he taught Hua Jin, which could seal the throat with a single thought.
The sword energy cut the skin on the boy's forehead, and a drop of blood slid down the bridge of his nose.
But Hua Jin didn't even blink. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and let the drop of blood flow into the crack of his lips, like tasting a sip of sweet rain.
"Master, you won't kill me. You can't bear to see me die."
"Shut up!" Mu Chi shouted, his sword intent suddenly surged, but it collapsed the moment it touched Hua Jin's skin.
Hua Jin like this reminded him of the person deep in his memory, the one who spoke in the same tone as him, but was just acting.
His chest felt tight, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips, staining the already mottled cuffs red. Hua Jin's expression finally changed, and he reached out to help him: "Master——"
"roll!"
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