Chapter 110 Like "That day in the wax apple cemetery, you were awake, right? ...
Memories flow through my mind like a passing scene.
In just a moment, Xie Wuyang thought of Dashipo, Cangqiong Mountain, and the wax apple.
Looking at Xiangling Mountain five hundred years later, I thought of the encounter in the human world in my original body’s memory.
A beggar on the street meets a noble man and is promoted to a wealthy family in one move.
In the battle of cultivation, he escaped death but missed the branch.
He was walking on thin ice, carefully maintaining the stolen time, but it was suddenly broken by his own hands, and he was about to fall into the abyss.
Xie Wuyang opened his lips with difficulty, but his throat seemed to be tightly grasped by a pair of hands, and it was spasming constantly, so he could only let out a few dry breaths.
"Master... I..." Xie Wuyang lowered his head and buried himself in the dust.
He didn't even dare to look up at Yun Wanzhou's eyes, for fear of seeing the disgust and hatred that the world once had for him.
Maybe I am really a rotten wood that is difficult to carve, and dirty that is difficult to clean. I am extremely despicable in my bones, and the slightest disturbance will reveal my despicable nature.
The broken snow left a bloody mark on the neck, and blood beads oozed out.
Yun Wanzhou's hand holding the sword was shaking constantly. He suddenly slapped Xie Wuyang on the chest, knocking him two or three steps away. At the same time, he turned his wrist and retracted the sword.
Yun Wanzhou took a deep breath, barely stabilizing it. "When did it start?"
Although he appeared calm on the outside, his heart was actually in turmoil, like a huge rock smashed into the bottom of a lake, remaining restless for a long time.
Yun Wanzhou closed his eyes, not wanting to look at him, and silently chanted the Heart Clearing Mantra several times. He was the Master, and he couldn't stand his disciple being crazy. He should at least ask, it would be better than being so confused.
just in case……
What if Xie Wuyang was just drunk and infatuated, and his mind was distracted...it would be the same if it were an ordinary person.
After finally convincing himself, Yun Wanzhou opened his eyes, wanting to listen to Xie Wuyang's explanation. When his eyes fell on his drooping hands, he suddenly saw his fingertips tremble, "I don't know."
The four words were spoken in a very hoarse voice, as if they had to overcome great difficulties to be uttered.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly thought of the little disciple who followed him when he was young. His heart softened and he wondered if he had said something too harsh just now.
He was just panicked for a moment and drew his sword to stop it, but he didn't expect to hurt someone by mistake. He felt guilty when he thought about it.
The friendship between Long Yang and others was not common in public, but he had heard a lot about what was going on behind the scenes in the world of cultivation. Not long ago, he even ran into two disciples being intimate in the wax apple forest.
At the time, Yun Wanzhou only felt anger and disgust, and thought that this matter was absurd and weird. Now that it happened to his own disciple, he didn't know how to react for a moment.
Could it be that I am really too old and cannot understand the emotions of these young people?
Yun Wanzhou's throat moved and he softened his voice, "You but...but you like..."
The last two words were a little hard to say in this sentence. Yun Wanzhou wanted to say something but hesitated. He closed his eyes and took a lot of effort before he finally said, "But you like men?"
Although Yun Wanzhou didn't think he was stunningly good-looking, he had heard many people say he was handsome during his years as an immortal, so he thought he must be quite good-looking.
Xie Wuyang was only sixteen or seventeen years old, at the age of full of passion and impulsiveness. He usually kept a close eye on him. If Xie Wuyang really liked the man, it would be understandable that he lost control of himself after getting drunk.
At worst, I could punish him by making him copy the Heart Sutra every day to keep his mind focused, just in case...
"If I say yes, what will Master do?" Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his eyes, and the emotions in his dark eyes were difficult to discern.
For some reason, Yun Wanzhou was panicked for a moment when he was stared at, and his thoughts, which had just been sorted out with great difficulty, were tangled up again.
Yun Wanzhou avoided his gaze and moved his lips, "I..."
Xie Wuyang: "I don't like men."
Yun Wanzhou's heart was about to fall when he saw the figure in front of him move and take a step forward. "I don't have the same idea as a homosexual. I just happen to like you."
Those peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and the red corners of the eyes were filled with paranoia and infinite tenderness. "Master," Xie Wuyang pulled the corners of his lips, as if mocking himself, "that day in the wax apple cemetery, you were awake, right?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Yun Wanzhou's eyes, his lips slightly parted as he stood there in a daze, his mind buzzing.
"Yun Wanzhou," Xie Wuyang's voice was almost a whisper, but every word exploded in his ears, "My heart is not pure."
Yun Wanzhou turned around and pressed the bolt to escape, but suddenly someone grabbed his wrist.
Xie Wuyang's palms were dry and thick, and the contact of their skin felt like boiling magma, as if it was going to burn him through and burn him to ashes.
Yun Wanzhou's mind was a mess. This usually astute man was panicked and at a loss as to what to do. In the midst of the chaos and stalemate, he felt a lump in his throat and tried desperately to find a solution. "I am your master."
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyelashes to hide the emotions in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I don't regard you as my master."
With a "clang", the bolt was completely opened.
Yun Wanzhou swung his right arm, broke free from Xie Wuyang's grip, ran out without looking back, and almost fled in panic.
The rain outside had not yet stopped, and the cold wind blowing in one's face made one's cheeks hurt, but Xie Wuyang was completely unaware of it. He stood there for a long time, looking at the empty disciple courtyard.
All the entanglements of love and hate disappeared with Yun Wanzhou's departure, leaving only the lingering fragrance of plants and trees in the house, symbolizing that this person had been there.
Xie Wuyang was completely sober. Perhaps because he had made his feelings clear, or perhaps because the pain had numbed him, his heart gradually calmed down.
The cold wind blew away the fallen leaves on the ground, and the raindrops splashed on his face. In the coolness, Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered Yun Wanzhou asking him "when did it start?"
He doesn't know himself.
He only vaguely remembered that after his resurrection, there was a period of time when he really wanted to maintain the master-disciple relationship with Yun Wanzhou and be a good disciple who respected his teacher.
But he is not the original Xie Wuyang after all.
He and Yun Wanzhou were evenly matched in chess and had fought against each other for decades. He had seen the man's coldness and hardness, but later he was touched by his tenderness and became deeply involved in it. However, these were never about the relationship between a master and a disciple.
Maybe after rebirth, maybe even earlier.
The Xiangling Mountain is covered with peach blossoms, and a white dress with flying sleeves catches my eye.
The word "love" is imperceptible at first, but over time, it will eventually penetrate into the bones.
...but there is no future.
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Since the Jiang Lin incident came to an end, the Lianwu Sect was on high alert for three days and finally returned to its previous calm.
Jiang Shutong's succession ceremony as the leader of the Lianwu Sect was a chaotic one, and now that it has come to an end, there are a lot of miscellaneous matters to deal with.
For example, the remaining fragments of the dense forest illusion, and the secret room that suddenly appeared under the wax apple tomb forest.
Because of the Wax Apple Competition and the incident that happened to Jiang Lin, most of the immortal sect cultivators had not yet left. Therefore, the news that there was a portrait of the Demon Lord Song Duoyan in the secret room spread throughout the immortal sect overnight, and people started talking about it.
I don’t know if he was deliberately avoiding him or was really busy, but Xie Wuyang pretended to pass by Yun Wanzhou’s courtyard many times, feeling uneasy, both hoping to meet him and afraid to meet him, but the door was always closed.
We met by chance somewhere else, but before we could form words due to the spasm in our throats, we passed each other without even exchanging glances.
The only conversation was Wu Hanfeng summoning him to discuss something. Xie Wuyang pushed the door open and walked in. The first thing that caught his eye was the figure in white standing in the middle.
Xu Pingsheng and Fu Zhitao stood on both sides. The former frowned as if he had a problem, and the latter looked respectful but was actually looking around. When he saw Xie Wuyang, his eyes were filled with joy and he wanted to wave to him, but then he remembered Yun Wanzhou and Wu Hanfeng beside him and immediately retracted his hand.
"Junior brother is here?" Despite trying hard to restrain himself, he still couldn't hide the rising tone of his voice.
Xie Wuyang nodded slightly, smiled back, and bowed, "Senior Brother Fu, Senior Brother Xu, and Master Uncle."
When he passed Yun Wanzhou, he paused, his eyes darkened, and his tone lowered a bit, "Master."
The two words were whispered between the teeth, and they actually had some other meaning.
Yun Wanzhou's usually calm face cracked slightly, but he quickly regained his composure before anyone noticed. He glanced vaguely to the side, not looking at him, and said in a faint voice, "Hmm."
He has not yet figured out how to face this apprentice whom he has raised since childhood. In the past few days, he has even often reflected on whether he had done something to cause Xie Wuyang to misunderstand him, and thus unknowingly went astray and had such thoughts.
But no matter how he recalled it, he only felt that he was cold during the time they were together. Apart from alienating his two disciples, he could not find any trace of intimacy at all.
Yun Wanzhou frowned, lost in thought for a moment, until Wu Hanfeng called out twice, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother?"
Only then did he come back to his senses in a panic, suppressing his pounding heart, and said, "Huh?"
"You seem lost in thought, but have you found any clues about the demons?"
"I'm sorry, Senior Brother." Yun Wanzhou shook his head. "I just remembered that I'll be leaving for the mountain soon, and I was thinking about whether I might have missed anything."
Yun Wanzhou has always been conscientious in his duties, so Wu Hanfeng didn't think much about it and ended the topic casually.
"Although Jiang Lin is dead, the demons are still around. We can't let our guard down." Wu Hanfeng looked at the younger generation present. "Do you understand?"
"Disciple knows."
Fu Zhitao and Xu Pingsheng said in unison, and Xie Wuyang followed absentmindedly, "Disciple knows."
He responded very well, but he didn't even hear what Wu Hanfeng said. Taking advantage of the time to bow his head, his eyes turned quietly.
He arrived the latest, and there were people standing on both sides of Yun Wanzhou, so he could only get a seat at the back.
When I looked up, I could not see Yun Wanzhou's expression, only his towering back.
He has the demeanor of an immortal, and is as graceful as an immortal.
Xie Wuyang felt a mixture of sweetness and bitterness in his heart. On the one hand, he felt lucky that he fell in love with such a person, but when he recalled what happened the night three days ago, it was like a sharp knife cutting through his heart.
If Yun Wanzhou's attitude was still uncertain not long ago, meeting Wu Hanfeng today confirmed that Yun Wanzhou was deliberately avoiding him. Since he entered the door, he didn't even want to look at him.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips were curled up so tightly that they almost sank into his flesh.
Fu Zhitao, who was standing by, was overwhelmed by the excitement and then remembered the important matter. "Master and Master summoned us here today, but what is the important matter?"
Wu Hanfeng raised his eyelids slightly, his expression calm, "It's nothing important. It's just that the Lotus Mist Ceremony has ended, Jiang Lin is dead, and the Nightmare Stone has returned. I thought of calling you here, but it's time to set off back to the mountain."
"When?" Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly raised his eyes and asked.
Wu Hanfeng: "The day after tomorrow."
Hearing this, Xu Pingsheng was also stunned, "Why are you so anxious?"
Wu Hanfeng said, "It's been delayed for a long time."
Come to think of it, if it weren't for the incident at the wax apple competition, they should have set off back to the mountain two days ago.
Wu Hanfeng is the head of Cangkong, and Yun Wanzhou is more respected than an Immortal Venerable. Cangkong is now leaderless, and no one knows whether the other elders are safe.
Xu Pingsheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions. "I will inform the disciples in the sect now."
"Yeah." Wu Hanfeng nodded and looked at Yun Wanzhou, as if he had something else to say. His lips moved, but for some reason he chose to remain silent.
"But doesn't Lianwu have to re-organize the succession ceremony? We can just leave like this, but why not..." Xie Wuyang said after careful consideration.
Wu Hanfeng's brow furrowed as he glanced over, "All the immortal sects and families have already entered the mountain. The Lianwu Sect ruined the ceremony by failing to judge people. Why are they wasting others' time?"
Wu Hanfeng narrowed his eyes, and said in a sharp and pointed tone, "Or do you have other things to do in Lianwu?"
"I……"
"Brother!" Yun Wanzhou's lips moved slightly, and he spoke to stop her, "It can't be him."
"But he..." Wu Hanfeng took a deep breath, still unwilling to let go.
Yun Wanzhou looked at Wu Hanfeng with a resolute and powerful gaze, respectful but tolerant of criticism. "Brother, I watched him grow up together. At this point, do you still doubt his character?"
Wu Hanfeng stopped talking and stared at Xie Wuyang with blank eyes.
Xu Pingsheng and Fu Zhitao were confused by what they heard. They didn't know how the quarrel had become like this. Their eyes wandered back and forth between Xie Wuyang, Wu Hanfeng and Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang seemed to have gotten used to this look. He only raised his eyes slightly when Wu Hanfeng just started, and didn't move after that.
The stalemate lasted for who knows how long. Perhaps Wu Hanfeng had calmed down, or perhaps he had other considerations. He snorted coldly and looked away. "You protect him so much, but have you ever thought about what would happen if his identity was exposed one day, and everyone pointed their swords at the sky, and you were condemned by thousands of people?"
Xie Wuyang tightened his lips, his black eyes cut through the interweaving of light and shadow, and his heart was rekindled with hope.
He even thought that no matter whether it was himself or his original body, as long as he could make Yun Wanzhou soften his heart for a moment, it didn't matter who he was.
Xie Wuyang prayed anxiously and cautiously in his heart, as if he wanted to use up all his luck for the rest of his life.
He longed for that light so much that his hope was shattered and his soul was gone. He also wanted to hold that warmth in his hands, so that from then on, he would no longer be left with loneliness in the wind, snow, rain and dew.
Perhaps it was a divine intervention, but amid Xie Wuyang's constant prayers, Yun Wanzhou finally spoke, "It's not his fault. I will do my utmost to ensure his safety."
Wu Hanfeng asked again, "What if he commits heinous crimes in the future?"
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