Chapter 107: Honesty is the foundation of a gentleman, thank you for your trust. But he...
"Now that you've reached the Spiritual Transformation stage, you should consolidate your cultivation." Yun Wanzhou calmly interrupted Jiang Shutong, "This is the Lianwu territory. Now that Sect Leader Jiang has awakened, it's time for you to take charge."
As he spoke, Wu Hanfeng descended from the first steps and walked among the group. He nodded slightly in greeting and continued Yun Wanzhou's unfinished words, "My junior brother Yun Wanzhou and I have important matters to discuss within the sect, so we can't stay here any longer. I hope that Sect Master Jiang will handle the remaining matters."
Jiang Shutong swallowed the words in his mouth, his bright eyes darkening for a moment. He looked at Yun Wanzhou with mixed emotions for a long while, and finally agreed reluctantly, "Of course."
Wu Hanfeng nodded, silently exchanged glances with Yun Wanzhou on the side, and hurriedly retreated together.
As they passed by each other, Xie Wuyang felt a burning and complex gaze from above his head. When he raised his head, he happened to meet Jiang Shutong's lingering eyes and the tall white figure in his eyes.
He was too familiar with this look. He had stared at Yun Wanzhou's back countless times and followed behind Yun Wanzhou. The more he suppressed the emotions in his heart, the more they grew wildly, until they grew into a towering tree, and there was no reversal from then on.
Jiang Shutong's expression now is exactly the same as it was back then.
What he saw in his dream reappeared like a tidal wave, destroying the peace that Xie Wuyang had tried so hard to maintain.
Xie Wuyang's legs went weak and his whole body fell into Yun Wanzhou's arms, causing the person next to him to stagger a few steps and hurriedly steady him.
Yun Wanzhou frowned, his eyes filled with worry and concern, "What's wrong?"
Xie Wuyang closed his eyes, looking extremely uncomfortable. "I don't know. It might be the pain from the dream."
Xie Wuyang spoke weakly, and leaned into Yun Wanzhou's arms again, burying his head in his neck, his breath barely brushing against the exposed skin.
Yun Wanzhou's body stiffened and he pulled his neck away, but Xie Wuyang stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster again, even more so than before, his lips almost touching the protruding artery.
Yun Wanzhou raised his hands helplessly in the air, and when Xie Wuyang once again put all his strength on him, he pressed on his shoulders.
"Xie Wuyang, that's enough." Yun Wanzhou lowered his voice and hinted at a warning.
Xie Wuyang licked the corner of his lips, raised his head from Yun Wanzhou's neck, and met Jiang Shutong's stunned gaze in mid-air.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, full of provocation and complacency, but the tone of his voice was completely different.
"I was the one who offended you," Xie Wuyang pouted in grievance, "but I have a headache."
Yun Wanzhou loosened the force that had been pushing his shoulders away, and her slightly cool fingertips touched his forehead.
The body temperature was neither hot nor cold, and spiritual power detection showed nothing unusual.
Yun Wanzhou pursed her lips, held Xie Wuyang's arm, and pulled him out of her arms.
"Master Jiang." Yun Wanzhou called in a low voice.
Jiang Shutong came back to his senses instantly, his eyes clear of all emotion, "What instructions does the Immortal Venerable have?"
Yun Wanzhou pondered for a moment and said in a serious tone, "Do you still remember the time when a living person took over your body?"
Jiang Shutong's face turned pale and pale, not knowing what he was thinking of. "It's a little blurry, but I remember most of it."
Yun Wanzhou nodded. "The demons are ready to make a move now, and Jiang Lin is still under their spell. Who knows if there are others who might have the same intention?"
"Immortal Venerable refers to..."
"Nightmare Stone." Yun Wanzhou moved forward, his voice barely audible.
Xie Wuyang pricked up his ears and wanted to move closer, but before he could do so, Yun Wanzhou retreated in an instant.
Jiang Shutong's expression became clear. "I understand."
What do you understand?
Xie Wuyang's eyes moved back and forth between the two people, but both of them had their major general's mood written on their faces, and even after he glanced at their hair, he felt bored.
Xie Wuyang felt like a stone was pressing on his heart, and he was depressed and couldn't get rid of it. He had to struggle with Yun Wanzhou's arm to make his presence known.
Yun Wanzhou supported him and nodded towards Jiang Shutong, "Goodbye."
The two walked out of the hall side by side, and Xie Wuyang finally felt better. Even the air around them became much fresher.
Ever since that kiss, Xie Wuyang felt like there were countless ants hiding in his heart, gnawing at his heart bit by bit. On the one hand, he felt itchy, and on the other hand, he felt so painful that he wanted to cut open his heart and ask Yun Wanzhou for an explanation.
It was silent all the way, from a barren land to lush branches and leaves, and then to a barren land.
The wooden door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. Yun Wanzhou flicked his sleeves and lit the candles in the room.
Under the flickering candlelight, Xie Wuyang was helped to sit on the bedside, staring at the face in front of him so close that his pores were visible.
"Master..." Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved, and he leaned slightly towards Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou took a step back suddenly, as if he had seen some kind of ferocious beast. He frowned and glared, "What are you doing?"
The window was blown open at some point, and the cold wind whistled in through the gaps.
The candle flame flickered twice and was completely extinguished by the sudden cold wind.
I don’t know if it was because he passed through some barrier of the lotus tree, but the peach blossoms were in full bloom, quietly leaving a fragrance on Yun Wanzhou’s body, which lingered at the end of the bed.
Xie Wuyang's expression suddenly changed. He raised his head in disbelief, his lips trembling, "Master, you..."
"Have you had enough of pretending in the hall just now?" Yun Wanzhou's tone suddenly became sharp. Without waiting for Xie Wuyang to react, he launched into a series of interrogations. "Being honest is a gentleman's duty. Are you going to return everything I've given you since we were young?"
Xie Wuyang's eyes went from shock to stupor, his lips opening and closing, and he couldn't find any room to interrupt.
Seeing him remain silent, Yun Wanzhou realized that he had overreacted and coughed twice. "Do you know you are wrong?"
Xie Wuyang responded honestly, "Disciple knows his mistake."
Yun Wanzhou glanced at him sideways, "Are you going to do it again?"
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a moment: "Disciple knows."
Honesty is the foundation of a gentleman. Thank you for your letter.
But he is not a gentleman.
He was dirty and vicious, with blood on his hands, he fell into hell, and then crawled back out of hell.
He took over another person's body and pretended to be Yun Wanzhou's disciple. He knew that this was a great rebellion but allowed himself to sink.
One by one, I have done countless evil things and told countless lies, so it doesn't matter if I say this one more thing.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyes firmly, and said with a firm tone, "Disciple will never do it again."
The boy's gaze burned Akagi, as if he wanted to refine him.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly raised his hand to cover his neck. He felt as if something was hidden in his heart, traveling through his blood throughout his body, causing a burning heat that made him panic and helpless, and he just wanted to escape.
Yun Wanzhou did escape.
His face was cold and his steps were unsteady. When he went out, his feet almost got stuck together.
Fortunately, he had been practicing since he was young and had very quick reactions, so he did not fall to the ground in front of his apprentice and embarrass himself.
The Lianwu Sect had just encountered a major turmoil, and now one wave has not yet subsided. Fearing that another wave will arise, a lot of disciples have been added to patrol and inspect.
Even where the disciples lived, small groups often passed by.
Seeing Yun Wanzhou coming out in a panic, they all saluted him.
"Immortal Yun."
Yun Wanzhou paused, then nodded coldly at the group, "Yeah."
"How did the Immortal Venerable find time to come to my disciple's residence? But who is he looking for?"
The Immortal Lord Cang Qiong Yun is highly respected and powerful. Who wouldn't want to associate with him?
Now I happen to meet him. If I can get his guidance, I will be able to soar to great heights and rise to a high position in a short time.
Thinking about what happened just now, Yun Wanzhou's calm face was a little torn, and a hint of unnaturalness appeared on his face. "Nothing, I'm going to..."
"Are you stupid? Immortal Yun came to the disciple's residence to see his own disciples." Someone interrupted, stepping forward with a smile, "I heard that two of the Immortal Master's disciples shone brightly in the competition, especially the second disciple Xie Wuyang, who made great contributions in capturing the demon clan spies. He is truly a young hero, and the younger generation is to be feared..."
If it were any other time, Yun Wanzhou might have listened carefully and replied with these two words.
But today, when the three words "Xie Wuyang" appeared, my brain went buzzing and I couldn't hear anything.
"Yeah." Yun Wanzhou felt like there were thorns under his feet, and he was standing uncomfortably. Without waiting for the disciple to finish his words, he responded hastily and left in a hurry.
He thought he might be crazy, otherwise how could he experience such an absurd illusion in the cemetery?
Not to mention that the person in the illusion is the disciple he has raised since childhood...
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips. The scene that followed was too painful to look at or to speak of.
Unknowingly, he arrived at the ancestral hall. Yun Wanzhou took a deep breath, put aside all those messy emotions, raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door with exquisite patterns.
Jiang Shutong and Wu Hanfeng were sitting opposite each other and looked over when they heard the voice.
"Immortal Venerable."
Yun Wanzhou nodded and bowed in return, "Senior Brother, Sect Leader Jiang."
"Please sit down." Wu Hanfeng's eyebrows were light and he glanced at the empty cushion beside him as a gesture.
Yun Wanzhou straightened his robe and knelt on the ground.
At the same time, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the house, and the wooden door of the ancestral hall slammed shut with a clang.
…
That night.
Xie Wuyang tossed and turned in bed for a long time, closing his eyes and opening them again. Finally, he sighed, sat up, raised his hand and frowned.
The sound of disciples talking could be heard outside the house, and it was lively and joyful.
"I've been so exhausted these past few days. I don't know what Sect Leader Jiang is thinking. Jiang Lin is dead, so what is he worried about?"
"Don't you think about it? Jiang Lin has been in charge of Lianwu for so many years, how could he not have a few confidants? I guess there must be other demons in the Lianwu Sect."
"Alright, alright. We finally don't have to patrol today, so eating and drinking are the important things." Someone filled someone else's glass with wine. After the sound of water, someone drunkenly raised his glass and shouted, "Drink!"
Xie Wuyang flicked his sleeves, lit the candle in the room, and let the warm yellow light illuminate the worry on his face.
Tonight is going to be a sleepless night.
Xie Wuyang put on his shoes and boots, picked up his outer robe and put it on, then pushed open the door naturally.
The cold wind blew in my face, making me feel more awake.
Xie Wuyang stepped out of the room and headed towards the source of the sound.
Sure enough, four or five people were sitting around a fire in an open space not far from the disciple's house.
There is an iron stick in the middle with a roasted lamb on it, and the aroma is fragrant.
Some people were drinking, some were eating meat, it was very lively.
Xie Wuyang unceremoniously squeezed in between two of them, pointed at the roasted lamb in the middle and asked, "Can I have a leg of lamb?"
The person beside him looked at him with a puzzled expression. He stared at him for a long time before remembering who he was. "Are you the disciple of Yun Xianzun?"
When Yun Wanzhou was mentioned, Xie Wuyang curled his fingertips slightly and nodded silently.
The man smiled. "I never thought that the Immortal Master's disciples would eat with us one day. Come on, eat, there's plenty of food. After we finish eating, please ask Immortal Friend Xie to give us some praise in front of the other sect leaders so that we can have some face."
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