Chapter 109: "Master is not me, how can you know my true heart?"
In the past, Xie Wuyang would have certainly sneered at this group of people and then turned around and left.
But things are different now. Xie Wuyang has no intention of caring about what these people are up to or what they are saying. He just wants to drink.
The person in the middle narrowed his eyes and suddenly leaned closer, "Why is Yun Xianzun here?"
The smell of alcohol made Yun Wanzhou frown. He ignored the few people with an unhappy look, walked around sideways, and pushed the door open with a "creak".
In the room, the lit candle had burned to the end, and the wax dripped down the lampstand, leaving a dry patch.
Yun Wanzhou quickly scanned the room and found that no one was there. He pursed his lips and turned to leave.
The drunks hadn't gone far when they turned around and saw him again. "So you're looking for Friend Xie Xianyou?"
One of them slapped his head, suddenly coming to his senses. "Didn't Immortal Xie leave a long time ago? No one's in the room?"
As he said this, he poked his head into the house.
Yun Wanzhou moved slightly, blocking the man's sight, "Have you seen him?"
"More than that. We even drank wine together and ate the same sheep."
The man was smiling, and wanted to say a few more words to Yun Wanzhou, taking courage from the alcohol, but a figure flashed before his eyes and a gust of wind passed by his ears.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one in front of him, only the wooden door swaying in the wind and the candlelight in the room being blown by the draft.
Relying on the induction with the formation in the Emperor Tianmu, Yun Wanzhou used his lightness skills to move all the way and soon found Xie Wuyang.
I don’t know whether I should say that Xie Wuyang was lucky. The place where he passed out from drunkenness was right under a huge tree that was set up with a formation. The lush leaves blocked the wind and rain for Xie Wuyang.
Under the lush branches and leaves, Xie Wuyang sat against a tree, his posture upright and calm, and it was impossible to tell how much he had drunk.
Yun Wanzhou felt a little unsure, and paused for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, he continued to move forward and came in front of Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang's eyebrows were tightly closed, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his lips moved with every breath, as if he had a brief reunion with the well-behaved and harmless little disciple from many years ago.
Yun Wanzhou's thoughts, which had finally calmed down, suddenly started to stir again, becoming messy and uneasy.
In fact, he had not figured out how to face this disciple whom he had taken care of since childhood, and he was not sure whether the dream was true or false.
But when he thought of Xie Wuyang's childhood, of the decades that had passed, and of how he had watched this man grow from a child to his present self, Yun Wanzhou was reluctant to part ways with him.
Yun Wanzhou slowly squatted down, with the tail of his robe curled up in a ball within the barrier. He raised his hand to touch Xie Wuyang's face, but he suddenly pulled it away the moment before their skin touched, and curled up at his side.
Her drooping eyelashes trembled, her Adam's apple moved slightly, and her heart beat uneasily in her chest. "I'm fine."
Xie Wuyang frowned, wondering what he was dreaming about.
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder, patting it gently. "You're fine."
"Don't bother me." Xie Wuyang raised his hand and grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him, leaving five finger prints on the white wrist. "Who taught you these rules? You have no respect for your elders."
The blood that has been smoked by strong liquor is scorching hot, hidden under the thin layer of skin on the fingertips, and it seems that it can burn people.
Yun Wanzhou was startled and shook off Xie Wuyang's hand.
Xie Wuyang's eyes cleared for a moment, then he squinted and looked in front of Yun Wanzhou without blinking, as if he wanted to dig a hole in his face.
After a moment, Xie Wuyang gave Yun Wanzhou a silly smile and said, "So it's Master."
Xie Wuyang frowned, as if he was stuck in some difficult problem. "But why is Yun Wanzhou here in this remote place..."
Alcohol numbs people's minds, making them unable to think, and the truth spoken after drinking also infinitely increases the burden on the drunk person.
Xie Wuyang's eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of fog. The face in his sight was close at hand but illusory, as if he was in the distant clouds, which made Xie Wuyang extremely irritated.
Although he had long known the gap between himself and Yun Wanzhou, why did she not let him off even in his dreams and had to remind him all the time like this?
It's really... annoying.
Xie Wuyang felt an itch in his teeth, and the hand hanging at his side suddenly rose up, ready to reach out to the person in front of him.
Just as he was about to penetrate the fog, Yun Wanzhou suddenly turned sideways, and his cheek just brushed against the outstretched fingertips.
Yun Wanzhou's brows were stained with anger, and the corners of his eyes were red, which inexplicably added a sense of something else. "What are you doing?"
The fog had dissipated at some point, and the facial features in my memory were clearly visible.
Xie Wuyang's heart trembled, as if he had been scolded, and he sobered up a little. He asked hesitantly, "Master?"
"Sober?" Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, anger still lingering in his eyes. "Once Jiang Lin's spirit dissipated, did your mind follow him? How could you indulge yourself to such an extent, getting drunk like this?"
"Why is Master so angry?" Xie Wuyang chuckled and leaned back against the tree with a lazy look.
This wine was indeed powerful. Under normal circumstances, Xie Wuyang would not dare to be so disrespectful. He would be cautious at all times, fearing that even a little bit of his feelings would be revealed. At this moment, his whole body was filled with the smell of alcohol, and he only felt that the person in front of him was blurry, as if he was in a dream.
Since it is a dream, doesn't that mean I can do whatever I want and do whatever I want?
Xie Wuyang was ready to make a move.
Yun Wanzhou's throat was choked by his question, and he stared at him silently. After a while, he silently pinched the top of Xie Wuyang's head to make a gesture of shelter from the rain.
"You're so careless and not serious at all." Yun Wanzhou snorted coldly and turned his face away. "Now that you're sober, why don't you go back quickly? If you fall asleep on the roadside and are seen by other disciples, what will happen..."
Before he finished saying the word "Tong", a subtle wave of spiritual power passed by his ears. Yun Wanzhou paused and suddenly turned around to look.
Xie Wuyang's dark eyes were filled with smiles. He raised a finger above his head and poked the rain-proof formation twice playfully. He looked at him innocently and naively, "Master, what is this?"
Yun Wanzhou opened his lips, but before he could say anything, Xie Wuyang suddenly exerted force with his fingertips, and with a "pop", the barrier was broken.
"you……"
A finger fell on the formation above his head with lightning speed, breaking Yun Wanzhou's formation.
Xie Wuyang's lips curled up into a playful smile, his fingertips deliberately swiping a circle in the air, "This formation looks...really interesting."
The overflowing spiritual power was cut apart by the fingertips, like stars, rushing into the vast rainy night.
Yun Wanzhou looked stunned, and before he could come to his senses, Xie Wuyang suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Xie Wuyang stood up and moved closer. There seemed to be a fire hidden in his eyes, burning more and more fiercely, swallowing up everything in an instant.
"Master, don't you like rain?" Xie Wuyang silently pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth, stepping closer. "But what if the spell to avoid the rain is broken?"
"You can do it again." Yun Wanzhou avoided his gaze and struggled with his wrist that was clamped.
He didn't know when it started, but the disciple he raised since childhood had become stronger than him. He was as indestructible as a rock and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Looking at the red marks left by the struggle, Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed with desire, and his voice was low, like a beast waiting to be hunted in the forest, "Master, why don't you use your spiritual power?"
Yun Wanzhou's chest trembled, and he looked at Xie Wuyang with anger.
Isn't it because you're afraid that you might make a mistake and hurt him?
Yun Wanzhou didn't want to explain to a drunkard, so he lowered his voice and put on a stern face, trying to exert the authority of a master. "Why are you giving out alcohol..."
Xie Wuyang's face suddenly moved closer, and was about to touch the tip of his nose. Yun Wanzhou retreated in panic, staggered a few steps and fell into the rain. Before he could even say the word "crazy", he was swallowed up in the rainstorm.
The crackling rain splashed on my face, causing my cheeks to hurt.
Yun Wanzhou's eyes were still filled with shock as he looked up in astonishment.
The scattered rain soaked the hair and clothes of both of them. Xie Wuyang held Yun Wanzhou's wrist tightly, his expression was obscured by the rain and blurred, but the emotions in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, making Yun Wanzhou feel his scalp tingling.
Although he had not drunk a drop of alcohol, he seemed to be dizzy and confused, and his dream of the wax apple cemetery was repeated.
Something changed silently on this rainy night.
When Yun Wanzhou came to his senses, he was walking in the rainy night. The tail of his robe was stained with mud, and the brocade and silk were soaked by water, sticking tightly to his body.
Xie Wuyang followed behind him, his breathing clearly audible in the heavy rain, and no one took the initiative to suggest forming a formation to shelter from the rain.
Yun Wanzhou's heart was pounding and his steps were getting faster and faster. He tripped over something and stumbled a few steps. A hand quickly reached out from behind and firmly supported his arm.
The soaked clothes are now just a thin layer, sticking to the body. The damp and warm body temperature is transmitted through the fingertips, like a group of ants, causing waves of itchiness as they are rubbed.
Yun Wanzhou raised his arm and broke free from Xie Wuyang's hand. Feeling at a loss, his eyes fell on the disciples' courtyard not far away, and his steps were so urgent that they were almost as fast as when he was practicing Qinggong.
Heavy sleeves fell as Yun Wanzhou pushed open the door, leaving a damp mark on it with his five fingers. The shadow cast by his eyelashes obscured the expression in his eyes. He turned sideways without even glancing at Xie Wuyang, "You should have a good rest."
The water drops flowed down his Adam's apple into his clothes. Xie Wuyang saw it and his eyes flashed, his Adam's apple moved, "Master..."
"We can talk about it tomorrow." Yun Wanzhou interrupted him anxiously, as if afraid of hearing something he shouldn't hear. "You are not in your right mind today, and nothing you do comes from your heart. I won't..."
Suddenly, someone pulled his forearm towards the house, and the wind blew past his ears with a loud noise. The moment the door closed, Xie Wuyang raised his hand and pressed the bolt, trapping Yun Wanzhou between the door and his chest.
Drops of water slid down his forehead and dripped onto Yun Wanzhou's hand which was resting on his chest.
Xie Wuyang's eyes changed slightly, and he leaned his head to Yun Wanzhou's ear, "Master is not me, how can you know my true heart?"
The body temperature rotated anxiously through the clothes, and the cold wood fragrance soaked by the rain filled the nostrils.
Xie Wuyang's heart was beating wildly, maybe because of the alcohol or something else, but his blood was burning, even his breathing was boiling, and his Adam's apple was rolling frequently. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he turned his head and gave Yun Wanzhou a wet kiss on the temple.
It is extremely light and soft, and separates at the touch of a button, so fast that it seems like an illusion.
Yun Wanzhou's pupils widened and he looked up in surprise. The next moment, someone kissed him hard on the lips.
Their hot breaths intertwined, carrying emotions that had been suppressed for a long time, instantly overwhelmed all of Xie Wuyang's rationality.
Everything around me became blurry, only the warmth of the person in my arms was clearly visible.
Xie Wuyang's breathing became heavy, and he suddenly put his arms around the back of Yun Wanzhou's neck, tilted his head back and licked Yun Wanzhou's tightly pursed lower lip.
Xie Wuyang forgot to think, nor did he want to think. He just relied on instinct to plunder those lips.
The hand on the back of his neck became stronger and stronger. Under the influence of alcohol, Xie Wuyang gradually became no longer satisfied with the simple touch of lips. Instinctively, he rubbed the other's lips hard and stuck out his tongue to try to pry open his teeth.
There was a violent storm outside, making the door creak. Xie Wuyang's hand, which was pressing on the door frame, fell on Yun Wanzhou's waist at some point. He used his palm to force the two of them to stick together, while his other hand gradually moved down, lingering on Yun Wanzhou's neck.
The protruding veins throbbed under the fingertips, fragile and helpless, as if they could be manipulated at will.
Just as Xie Wuyang was immersed in the pleasure of control and plunder, the hand against his chest suddenly exerted force, and a cold light flashed by.
Xie Wuyang felt a chill on his neck, his brows furrowed in dissatisfaction, and he reluctantly let go of those soft and tender lips, opening his eyes that were stained with lust.
Yun Wanzhou's face flushed, there was moisture at the corners of her eyes, and her lips were shining with water, like a lotus just emerging from the water.
Xie Wuyang paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the bulging veins on Yun Wanzhou's neck, and landing on the five fingers tightly grasping the broken snow against his throat.
His clothes were sticky to his body. Yun Wanzhou held a piece of snow in his hand, his chest heaving violently, and his tone was full of anger. "What are you crazy about..."
Xie Wuyang pinched the back of his neck with his fingertips, then lowered his head again, his eyes filled with even more lust, and kissed the corner of his lips, "Why are you restless even in your dreams..."
Imagine that five hundred years later, Yun Wanzhou would often oppose him, with the same stern look on his face.
But at that time, he was flying with his sword under his feet, looking at her from afar in the air, not allowing anyone to touch him. But now, the corners of his eyes are as red as if dyed with peach blossoms, bright red.
Finally fell into the mortal world.
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved, and the hands holding the slender waist couldn't help but tighten. The hot breath fell on his ear. He wanted to hold the pink and jade-like earlobe, but suddenly he felt a pain in his neck, as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head. The chill penetrated his bones and spread throughout his body.
Xie Wuyang's lips paused and his expression suddenly froze.
The cold wind rushed in through the torn door, blowing away the remaining scorching heat in the house.
Xie Wuyang felt as if his feet had taken root, and his whole body was cold, as if he had been pushed from heaven to the bottom of the valley.
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