Chapter 108: Drunk "Master, I like you too."...
Xie Wuyang took the grilled fish handed to him by the person next to him, picked up an empty wine glass, and motioned for someone to fill it up. He nodded nonchalantly, "Okay."
Several people laughed heartily and handed him a jar of fresh wine. "Thank you, Immortal Friend, for your words. Drink if you want. This is the best Beauty Wine, guaranteed to make you forget all your worries!"
Xie Wuyang smiled without saying a word, took the jar of wine, opened the mouth of the jar with his fingertips, and poured the wine into his mouth with a "dong dong dong".
The wine overflowed from the corners of his lips and instantly went down his neck into his collar.
Xie Wuyang drank quickly and fiercely, and with his Adam's apple rolling, he actually finished half of the jar in one breath.
Xie Wuyang wiped the corner of his lips, and cheers rang out from all around him.
"Xie Xianyou is truly a young hero, and he has an excellent drinking capacity."
"Lao Xu, is your reputation of being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk going to be stolen?"
"The truth will not be revealed until the end, so I will give it to you, Xianyou Xie, for a fuller drink."
As he spoke, the man called Lao Xu brought out another jar from somewhere and poured out the almost empty jar of wine that Xie Wuyang had filled.
"Others drink from cups, but you and I drink from pots. Are you interested in a competition, my friend Xie Xian?"
The aftereffects of the smoke rose up, and the corners of Xie Wuyang's eyes turned red. His peach blossom eyes were now sparkling, and he looked at everyone with affection.
Hearing the invitation, Xie Wuyang twitched the corners of his lips, his brows scornful, and his tone casual, "No."
"If you don't want to compete, then don't compete." Old Xu was dazzled by Xie Wuyang's look, and returned to his original position in disappointment. He thought to himself, I have heard that Yun Xianzun has an extraordinary appearance. Could it be that even his disciples are accepted based on their looks?
Thinking of this, Lao Xu couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He touched his face and finally understood why he could only stay outside the gate.
With the idea of drinking to drown his sorrows, Xie Wuyang drank a lot of wine. However, the more he drank, the more sorrowful he became. Even the things he heard and saw in Jiang Shutong's dream, which he had deliberately ignored, came into his mind.
I kept repeating this over and over again, afraid that he wouldn't understand.
Xie Wuyang became more and more annoyed, and finally threw the jar of wine in his hand forward, and the wine spilled all over the floor.
"This is the Beauty Drunk that I finally managed to snatch..."
Xie Wuyang turned a deaf ear and waved his hand, "I don't want to drink anymore."
After saying that, without waiting for the other four people to react, he patted his sleeves, stood up, turned around and left.
The four drunk people were left looking at each other, then pointed at the moon above their heads and said, "Who are you?"
"Whatever, Brother Wang, let's continue."
"It really is more enjoyable to drink with our fellow apprentices."
A few people were talking and arguing, and were about to start another round. When they turned around, they were so drunk that they couldn't even find the wine jar.
The air was filled with the chill of accumulated snow, which lingered in Xie Wuyang's nostrils all the way. In a trance, Xie Wuyang remembered that Yun Wanzhou's aura seemed to be the same, also so cold and inhuman.
Xie Wuyang felt that he was probably very drunk, his eyes were spinning and his head was groggy.
The drinking capacity he had developed when he was the Demon Lord in his previous life while dealing with other demon elders and city lords disappeared without a trace after his rebirth.
He seemed to have only drunk two or three jars, or maybe four or five, but he began to think of Yun Wanzhou frequently, and of Yun Wanzhou and Jiang Shutong.
Ever since the events in the secret realm of the Wax Apple Competition came to an end, some inexplicable rumors have been circulating in the Wax Apple Sect.
Xie Wuyang would forget most of the rumors after hearing them when he was bored, but some of them were so weird that they aroused his tiny curiosity.
Rumor has it that the feud between Jiang Lin and Jiang Shutong goes far beyond Jiang Shutong's collusion with the demons. As for how complicated it is, it can be traced back to the Hundred Family Alliance over a decade ago, when Jiang Luoming was expelled...
More than ten years ago, hundreds of families formed an alliance and the immortal sects gathered together.
The demons were not as restless as they are now, but for some reason, when the World Alliance and the Blood Alliance were formed that day, they discovered that there were demons infiltrating among the disciples of the immortal sect.
The blood of demons and humans is incompatible. Human blood is red, but the blood of demons is like blood that has been solidified for a long time, with a black tint in the red.
On the pillar of the blood alliance, the black demon blood meandered, which was out of place and could be recognized at a glance.
Someone immediately turned pale with fear, pointing at the blood and trembling, "How could our Immortal Sect and World Alliance have...how could there be...how could there be demon blood? Could it be that a demon spy has infiltrated our sect?!"
One sentence caused a huge storm.
The still young Wu Hanfeng was now able to handle things on his own. He remained calm and composed amid the clamor, stepping forward to offer advice. "In our Immortal Sect World Alliance, when we seal the pact with blood, we follow the order of our sects. Instead of losing our composure here, why don't you all think carefully about when this drop of blood appeared?"
A word can wake a person up from a dream.
The disciples present looked at each other and whispered to each other.
A disciple looked around and hesitated, "It seems, it seems... it was when we went up to the Wax Apple Gate."
This immediately caused the other disciples to respond, "I think I remember that too."
"When the disciples of Wuxiang Villa made the blood pact, this drop of blood did not exist yet."
As the three major immortal sects, Cangkong, Lianwu and Wuxiang are the first to bear the brunt of the Hundred Family Alliance.
Now that the World Alliance is not even halfway through, a spy from the Demon Clan has been discovered, and he was found in the Wax Apple Clan. As you can imagine, everyone on the scene is in a panic.
Although the demons are showing weakness now, they still have hundreds of years of foundation. Not to mention that the immortals are in the open while the demons are in the dark, making them difficult to guard against.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead, cleared his throat, and stood up. "Everyone, since this happened to me, Lianwu, I will definitely give you an explanation."
On the second day, Jiang Luoming was thrown into the dungeon, and his letters to the demons were seen by everyone.
Jiang Lin was deeply distressed and suppressed the matter on the grounds that he was afraid of causing panic among the people.
Since then, no one knows the truth of the matter, leaving only a few scattered rumors that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but recall what he saw and heard in the dream. He had no interest in the grievances between Jiang Shutong and Jiang Lin as people talked about. However, many years later, Jiang Shutong was invaded by demonic energy for some unknown reason, and was about to break through his spiritual veins and die. Fortunately, Yun Wanzhou and Wu Hanfeng went into Lianwu to discuss important matters, and he saved his life.
In Jiang Shutong's dream, the most important thing is friendship. One is the relationship between the two of them as master and apprentice. Jiang Lin did not betray the demon clan. They were respectful to each other as teacher, friend and brother, and lived in harmony.
The second is that after the evil spirit invaded his body and he was saved, he opened his eyes and had a startling glimpse of her. From then on, he was still ignorant, but he fell deeply in love.
These are what Xie Wuyang saw in Jiang Shutong's consciousness.
Later, Xie Wuyang saw that the two of them often interacted with each other. Although they never crossed the line, it was unique to Yun Wanzhou, who didn't like to get close to others. It was like drinking a bottle of strong vinegar, bubbling with sourness.
The more Xie Wuyang thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The strong liquor burned his throat and his stomach was churning. He was confused and tripped by something. He stumbled and held onto the tree trunk beside him, so he didn't fall to the ground.
Xie Wuyang's knees went weak and he slowly sat down on the ground along the tree trunk. He blinked his red eyes, which became more and more sore. He simply closed his eyes and let his consciousness fade away.
The sky is my quilt and the ground is my bed, and I feel free and at ease.
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On the other side, there is the Wax Apple Shrine.
Jiang Shutong touched the teapot; it was ice-cold, without a drop of water in it.
Jiang Shutong remained silent, stood up and tried to drive him away, but Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and pushed him back to his original position. "Well, that's all for today. I'll leave the matter of the Nightmare Stone to Sect Leader Jiang."
Jiang Shutong glanced at the pitch black outside the house, frowned slightly, and said respectfully, "Don't worry, Immortal Venerable, I will do my best to take good care of the Nightmare Stone."
Wu Hanfeng: "How many crises this immortal sect still hides will be revealed in the next few days."
Jiang Shutong bowed slightly, turned around and opened the door.
It started raining outside at some point, and the ground was dazzling with puddles, looking wet.
Yun Wanzhou walked to the door, frowned as he looked at the heavy rain outside, moved his fingertips slightly, pinched a Taoist spell and covered his head with it, said goodbye to Jiang Shutong, and then left the ancestral hall with Wu Hanfeng one after another, each going to their own courtyard.
During the day, Yun Wanzhou had no time to think about anything else as he was burdened with various things.
Now that he had some free time, those messy thoughts began to flood into his mind again, interweaving into a tangled mess that occupied all of Yun Wanzhou's attention.
First, there was the vague kiss imprinted on the corner of his lips, and then the moment he opened his eyes, Xie Wuyang's panicked face.
When did it start?
Yun Wanzhou recalled countless times, from the time Xie Wuyang went up the mountain to the cemetery to look for Jiang Lin, but he didn't know where to start.
Speaking of intimate acts, hugging each other seems normal between master and disciple, and even kissing is not uncommon.
Yun Wanzhou could no longer remember the cause, but it should have been after he sealed the evil energy in Xie Wuyang's body.
It was the first snow that had not melted yet, and the air was cold. Xie Wuyang was wrapped up in a ball, and when he threw himself into his arms, he felt much heavier than usual.
Fu Zhitao tiptoed from behind, put her arms around Yun Wanzhou's neck, and gently rested her cheek on Yun Wanzhou's back.
Although it was winter and he was wearing thick clothes, Yun Wanzhou could still feel the warmth from his two little disciples, reaching deep into his heart.
Xiao Fuzhitao spoke in a childish and soft voice, "Master, I like you so much."
Xie Wuyang suddenly poked his head out from Yun Wanzhou's arms and glared at Fu Zhitao with hostility. Ignoring Fu Zhitao's confusion, he changed his expression and looked at Yun Wanzhou.
When Xie Wuyang was a child, his whole body was as soft as cotton, and his cheeks were made round by Yun Wanzhou, and a little red by the wind.
In order not to lose to Fu Zhitao, Xiao Xie Wuyang suddenly moved closer and curled his eyes, "Master, I like you too."
Yun Wanzhou's heart softened. He was not good at words and didn't know how to express himself. In the end, he just placed his hand on Xie Wuyang's head and gently responded, "Yeah."
Immediately afterwards, a "smacking" sound was heard on the face.
Xie Wuyang looked at the saliva marks on Yun Wanzhou's face with a smug look, innocent and naive.
The last person to kiss him was Qiong Rao.
Yun Wanzhou was at a loss for what to do for a moment, his cheeks flushed. In an attempt to hide his guilt, he pulled out the lucky peach behind him, messing up the bun that Rong Ling had tied for him.
The memories suddenly stopped, and Yun Wanzhou paused as he stepped into the courtyard. His eyes were filled with mixed emotions, and he turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the courtyard.
The rain was pouring, the leaves were swaying, and the petals were scattered on the roadside, fragile and desolate.
Raindrops dripped down the barrier, but Yun Wanzhou was not wet at all. He walked hurriedly, like a short-lived Epiphyllum that bloomed in a rainstorm, disappearing in a flash.
After returning from the cemetery, Xie Wuyang took the initiative to move to the courtyard of Lianwu disciple. There was no need to light the lamp opposite tonight.
Perhaps it was because of the memories of the past that Yun Wanzhou didn't think about the warm light across from him, and a sense of loneliness and solitude grew in his heart. This hadn't happened in years.
The disciples' courtyard was brightly lit. A disciple hurried to avoid the rain. Upon seeing Yun Wanzhou, he paused and bowed, "Immortal Yun."
Yun Wanzhou nodded hurriedly in response. Seeing that Xie Wuyang's room was only a step away, a few drunks appeared out of nowhere, staggering and pushing in front of him, shouting, "Immortal Yun?"
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