Chapter 111: Tossing and Turning (Revised) If your mind is not your own, how can you control yourself? ...
Xie Wuyang's heartbeat stopped, and the noise in his ears faded away, leaving only the sound of his own rising and falling breathing. After a pause, Yun Wanzhou's voice, as indifferent as snow, echoed. Just like him, his unwavering faith ignited the nearly extinguished fire in Xie Wuyang's heart, "This day will never come."
He believed in himself, in his apprentice, in the child who was wandering the streets and being looked down upon but still had good intentions, and naturally he also believed in Xie Wuyang.
Wu Hanfeng was choked by Yun Wanzhou's words. When he left, his lips trembled. He pointed from Yun Wanzhou to Xie Wuyang and could only utter "It's difficult to carve a rotten tree". Finally, he left angrily.
"Master!" Seeing Wu Hanfeng leave, Xu Pingsheng didn't care about anything else. He looked at Yun Wanzhou with difficulty. After getting permission, he hurriedly chased after him.
"Master, I..." Fu Zhitao blinked, as if she had just come to her senses after hearing what the two people said, "Master, what the headmaster said is..."
"If you have nothing else to do, then you can go back first." Yun Wanzhou frowned, his eyes tired. "Don't talk nonsense about what happened today."
Although Fu Zhitao would most likely forget about this matter, Wu Hanfeng's words had many implications. Once they were spread, it would cause trouble if one was not careful.
At that time, both Xie Wuyang and Cangqiong Mountain will become the target of public criticism and become the object of worldly blame.
Fu Zhitao swallowed the words on his lips and nodded reluctantly, "Disciple will obey the master's order." Fu Zhitao curled his lips and said, "Disciple will take his leave."
Like a gust of wind passing by, the initial shouting and quarreling stopped, the house returned to silence, and soon only Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou were left.
"What if he commits heinous crimes in the future?" Wu Hanfeng's words were still ringing in his ears.
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.
Who could have thought that such an unintentional remark would become a prophecy and fulfill the situation five hundred years later.
Xie Wuyang felt a chill in his heart, feeling both bitter and amused. "Master, how do you know that day won't come?" he suddenly asked.
Yun Wanzhou's thoughts were in a mess, and he was stunned for a moment. "What?"
"What the headmaster said..." Xie Wuyang's throat was tightly closed, his brows drooping as his emotions surged, "If I commit heinous crimes in the future."
If he were your disciple, would you be as resolute and decisive as you were to me back then and pierce his heart with a sword?
Yun Wanzhou was stunned by the question, and felt a faint sadness lingering around Xie Wuyang.
Yun Wanzhou hesitated for a moment and still shook his head, "No..."
"But people always change!" Xie Wuyang suddenly looked up, his chest trembling violently twice, and sparks flashed in his eyes. "Even though Master's cultivation is unparalleled, the future is unpredictable. How can we know what kind of person I will become in the future?"
"You grew up beside me, so I naturally know you..."
"Including my thoughts and the fact that I like you?" Xie Wuyang took a deep breath and interrupted him with a burning look.
Yun Wanzhou was startled, his eyes widening suddenly, "Why did you suddenly bring this up..."
"Master, don't you want me to mention it?" Xie Wuyang leaned closer, his voice deep and composed, a tone of both restraint and intolerance. "Is it because you know I'm right, or is it because you hate me and want to avoid me?"
Yun Wanzhou retreated in embarrassment, turning his head away and refusing to look at him.
"Do you have to misinterpret it like this?"
"I..." Xie Wuyang took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "I was wrong."
There was a long silence.
The two men, one with his face turned away and the other with his head lowered, just confronted each other in silence, neither willing to take another step forward.
What Xie Wuyang wanted was what Yun Wanzhou could not give him.
Greed will ultimately hurt others and yourself.
Time passed by bit by bit. Xie Wuyang closed his eyes and opened them again. Looking at the silent person in front of him, he felt a blockage in his throat.
What more could he ask for?
Yun Wanzhou kept silent about what happened that day. Wasn't it because he was concerned about the relationship between master and disciple and couldn't bear to speak?
As long as he buried those dirty thoughts deep in his heart and never spoke of them again, wouldn't he be able to pretend that nothing had happened, just like before, and stay with Yun Wanzhou as his disciple for the rest of his life?
As long as he...
if only……
Xie Wuyang clenched his fists, and for some reason, he remembered the heavy rain a few days ago.
Fallen flowers and dead leaves rolled into mud, and the fishy smell of earth lingered in the nostrils.
In dreams, everything is chaotic and blurry.
He first dreamed of the Holy Burial Tomb, and the group of old-fashioned and unchangeable elders of the demon clan. He also dreamed of Yun Xianzun five hundred years later, and the bizarre dreams after his death.
The scenes piled up and intertwined, and Xie Wuyang felt his breath was burning and his head ached severely, until the familiar cool fragrance of grass and trees rushed into his nostrils.
The downpour was chaotic and chaotic. Yun Wanzhou, dressed in white like snow, came into view so out of place that everything behind him blended into the scene.
So much so that later, the rain washed over his body, his clothes were wet and stuck tightly to his body, revealing the faint lines of his body and his thin waist, dragging the high and mighty exiled immortal into the quagmire, just like the dream of a young man with amorous feelings.
If your mind is not your own, how can you control it?
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips tightly, his expression gloomy, like a deep pool without sunlight.
Xie Wuyang clenched his fists, tightened them, and unclenched them. He pursed his dry lips, his throat hoarse and unbearable. "Disciple, may I ask Master one last question?"
Since Yun Wanzhou didn't say "no", Xie Wuyang took it as his agreement.
So, those nightmares that had made him restless and tossing and turning for months, the unknown darkness, were cut open by Xie Wuyang and exposed to the public in a bloody mess.
"Master...if in the future..." He suddenly choked, as if an invisible hand was clutching his heart. Pain spread throughout his body, and his consciousness was convulsing. "If in the future this disciple truly commits an unforgivable crime, could Master please not participate in the interrogation, and not..."
Xie Wuyang closed his eyes, covering his red eyes, and finished the last words in a trembling voice, "Don't come to see me either."
Xie Wuyang no longer dared to ask for too much.
He knew that his sins were grave and he could atone for them or pay with his life, but he only wanted to keep a last bit of innocence in this world.
If that day really comes...
I just hope Yun Wanzhou doesn't use broken snow...
Don't let him see Yun Wanzhou for the last time, dirty and falling into the mud...
Just a short sentence, with an unclear and vague reason, exhausted Xie Wuyang's life's energy. Xie Wuyang didn't even have the courage to look up and close his eyes.
He didn't remember how he left the room and how he returned to the disciple courtyard. It seemed as if he had said goodbye to Yun Wanzhou in a hurry, but it also seemed as if he didn't even get a response. When he came to his senses, he was already sitting in front of the bed, staring at the fallen leaves that the sweeping disciples had swept into a pile.
One of the disciples passed by the window, saw him, put down his work and bowed to him, "Xie Xianyou, why didn't you go out today?"
Xie Wuyang frowned and raised his eyes slightly.
During the succession ceremony of Sect Leader Lianwu, the disciples of Immortal Venerable Cangqiong Yun shined brilliantly. Not only did they win the competitions one after another, but they also made great contributions in the secret realm and the tomb forest later. Now, anyone who sees Xie Wuyang wants to say a few words to him.
However, in recent days, Xie Wuyang has been wandering outside all the time, and it is rare for disciples from the same courtyard to meet him. When someone sees him, they always come forward to ask him a few questions and try to get close to him.
This disciple was obviously unlucky.
Xie Wuyang was very annoyed. He just raised his eyelids and turned his head in another direction without even looking at him.
The cleaning disciple was also a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head, "Xie Xianyou, don't you remember me?"
Xie Wuyang was wondering, there were so many people in the Immortal Sect who wanted to make friends with him, did he need to remember all of them?
However, this disciple was also a persistent person. Even when ignored, he did not back down. After hesitating for a moment, he explained, "We drank together that day. I sat next to Lao Xu, the Lao Xu who always wanted to compete with you in drinking."
Xie Wuyang then casually lifted his eyelids and took a look, and actually found a sense of familiarity in this face.
"It seems to be the case." Xie Wuyang reluctantly matched the man with the name and nodded casually.
"Yes, I even handed the skewers to Xianyou Xie at that time." The cleaning disciple's eyes lit up and his smile was brilliant. "Now that I think about it, I haven't told Xianyou my name yet. My surname is Chen, and my given name is Sheng."
It was just a coincidence that they had a drink together. Xie Wuyang didn't even recognize the faces of those people, nor did he care much about their names. He nodded perfunctorily when he heard it, "I understand. Chen Sheng."
"Hey!" Chen Sheng happily agreed, then suddenly leaned forward, lowered his head, and said mysteriously, "Old Xu came down the mountain today and bought a lot of things. I heard there's a jar of fifty-year-old Beauty Drunk among them. If you like it, we can enjoy it together at our old place tonight."
For Xie Wuyang, alcohol is not something he is addicted to. It is just something he uses to relieve boredom and boredom. He has not studied it much, so he has no idea about whether it is good or bad.
Hearing the cordial invitation from others, he subconsciously shook his head and refused, "You guys drink."
"No, no, no. Old Xu is still thinking about having a drinking contest with Xianyou Xie and regaining his reputation as a drunkard who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."
Xie Wuyang's head ached from the noise, so he pulled back, intending to close the window and return to peace. Unexpectedly, Chen Sheng wasn't one to read Xie Wuyang's expressions. The moment Xie Wuyang pulled back, he leaned over the windowsill and said, "Xie Xianyou, Old Xu doesn't really need that title. I just heard that you and the Immortal Venerable accidentally entered the Wax Apple Tomb Forest a few days ago and discovered a secret chamber. Could you tell us about what you saw there?"
"Why are you asking this?" Xie Wuyang frowned and looked defensive.
"My dear Immortal Xie, you may not know that the rumor that the portrait of Song Duoyan, the former Lord of the Demon Realm, is hidden in the Wax Apple Tomb Forest has been widely spread. Lao Xu and I have been listening to the rumors, mixing true and false. Thinking about our friendship of drinking together with My dear Immortal Xie, we thought..." As he spoke, Chen Sheng felt a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his neck guiltily.
Outer disciples like them, who tended to the dust and dust, didn't usually come into contact with any particularly powerful figures. At most, they would greet the elders and their disciples from afar. That day, Xie Wuyang had suddenly come to drink with them; it was completely unexpected, and he had naturally done everything he could to seize their few remaining connections.
Besides, they didn't have big ambitions. At most, they wanted to hear Xie Wuyang talk about some new things he had seen and heard, so that they could broaden their horizons. This would give them something to show off when they exchanged letters with their families or returned home.
Xie Wuyang observed the person in front of him warily for a long while. Seeing that he was truly unaware, he slightly let go of his grudge and casually said with half-lidded eyes, "It's just a mural, nothing special."
"Why does the Litchi Sect have a mural of the Demon Lord from the Demon Realm?" Chen Sheng frowned. "Doesn't Immortal Xie find this strange?"
Xie Wuyang raised his eyes and looked at him, his expression half-smiled, "This is not something you and I should worry about."
"Ah," Chen Sheng came back to his senses, his face full of guilt, "I spoke too much, I'm so ashamed. Thank you Immortal Friend for pretending not to hear anything. It's just that the beauty tonight is intoxicated..."
it goes without saying.
Xie Wuyang refused without thinking, "No."
"Immortal Xie, are you worried about being discovered by Immortal Yun? But Immortal Yun..."
I don’t know what words made Xie Wuyang unhappy, and his face immediately darkened. “Don’t you understand? I said I won’t go.”
"But thank you, Immortal Friend. Immortal Yun Zun just came out..."
Before he could finish his words, the window frame was suddenly slammed shut, almost hitting Chen Sheng on the forehead.
Xie Wuyang's voice came through the crack in the window and gradually faded away, "If you have something to do, you might as well go find him yourself."
"I was trying to say..." The sweeping disciple looked bewildered, "Someone's noticed some evil spirits at the foot of the mountain, and Immortal Yun volunteered to slay them, and he and two disciples from the Lotus Mist Sect just came down the mountain."
There was no movement in the house. I guess the person had gone far away and couldn't hear anything.
Chen Sheng sighed, gave up trying to persuade her, turned around, picked up the broom beside him, and continued to sweep the fallen leaves in the yard with his head down.
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