Chapter 125 If An Ning stood up, she might find that...
"When the firewood is gone, Master will add more. If the fire is not burning well, Master will add more dry wood and blow on the fire with a blowgun."
"Okay." Yun Wanzhou nodded, holding the blowpipe in his hand, staring at the fire in the stove without blinking.
"Aunt Zhang, leave this to me." Xie Wuyang walked to the long table and took the knife from Aunt Zhang's hand.
Aunt Zhang said, "You've just recovered from a serious illness, how can I leave it to you?"
"It's okay. We've been practicing and have become strong. I've slept for a long time, so I'm fine now."
Aunt Zhang smiled cheerfully, "Then I'll just wait for a ready-made meal."
"Okay." Xie Wuyang agreed without hesitation. After Aunt Zhang left, he eagerly looked at the ingredients on the table.
When Yun Wanzhou looked at Xie Wuyang again, Xie Wuyang had already cut most of the ingredients smoothly and was placing them one by one on the plate. His movements were clean and neat, without any delay.
When Xie Wuyang walked over to his side and poured the food on the plate into the pot, Yun Wanzhou realized belatedly that he had really neglected this apprentice too much.
From the moment he brought Xie Wuyang up the mountain, although he tried hard to imitate Qiongrao and be a good master, and took care of everything from food, clothing, and talismans, it was inevitable that he would miss some details due to his taciturn nature.
For example, when did his little apprentice grow taller, when did he learn the skills that he had not taught, when did he learn to make fire and cook, and when did he gradually become distant from him? From the close relationship in childhood, to the difference between master and apprentice later on.
The lettuce fell into the pot with a sizzling sound. Yun Wanzhou suddenly stopped thinking, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, focused on the fire in front of him, and said nothing more.
After an unknown amount of time, the faint aroma of rice filled his nostrils. A pair of chopsticks holding a slice of meat was passed to Yun Wanzhou. "I just added salt. Master, can you taste it for me?"
When he was in Cangqiong Mountain, Yun Wanzhou had never been to the kitchen, let alone cooked anything by himself.
Looking at the thing that Xie Wuyang handed to his mouth, Yun Wanzhou was stunned and felt a little uncomfortable.
This seems to be no different from being fed by someone, not to mention that the other party is his disciple who he raised since childhood. Not long ago, this disciple wanted to commit insubordination and did many outrageous things.
"Why don't you taste it yourself?" Yun Wanzhou turned his head and added some firewood to the burning stove.
Just when he thought Xie Wuyang would find some excuse to coax him into eating as usual, Xie Wuyang unexpectedly agreed.
"Okay." Xie Wuyang's voice was low, revealing the softness after the storm, "Let me try it first."
Yun Wanzhou looked up in surprise and met Xie Wuyang's pale face with a smile.
His little apprentice had gone through many hardships and had been in a coma for several months. Now that he had finally woken up, he had changed a lot.
He had grown taller, and when he stood up, his figure could completely cover him, like an impenetrable net.
If he stood up, he might find that his apprentice was taller than him, but he lacked the youthful pride and arrogance.
Just like the grand and dazzling but fleeting fireworks during the Spring Festival, the flames are extinguished, and all that is left is smoke and frost in the sky.
Although he was smiling, it only made people feel distressed.
The body reacted before the brain did. When Yun Wanzhou came to his senses, his hand had already pressed down Xie Wuyang's wrist, which was about to pull away. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and finally sighed helplessly, "Let me do it."
Yun Wanzhou leaned over, took the piece of meat, and chewed it between his lips and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the meat was soft, tender and just the right amount of saltiness. It tasted even better than the specialty dish of the chef at Cangqiong Mountain.
Xie Wuyang looked down at him, his eyes filled with anticipation, "How is it?"
Yun Wanzhou swallowed what he had in his mouth and nodded in praise, "Not bad."
Xie Wuyang's face lit up with a smile. "If Master likes it, I will make it for you often, okay?"
Yun Wanzhou's heart trembled for a moment, and after a while he nodded gently, "Yeah."
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The Demon Realm and the Immortal Sect have been in opposition for a long time. The demons hate the Immortal Sect to the core, and the Immortal Sect also despises and rigidly treats the demons and will not easily step into the demon territory.
Yun Wanzhou chose to take Xie Wuyang and escape into the demon clan because he valued this point.
While there was turmoil outside the demon clan, there was peace and tranquility inside the demon world, without any disturbance.
Because she has lived alone for many years, Aunt Zhang is not good at socializing and has no close relationship with other people in the village.
When I was young, apart from feeling a bit lonely because there was no one to talk to, there was nothing serious. But as I grew older, problems that had never been apparent before gradually increased.
The wooden bridge leading to the town has been in disrepair for many years. It shakes and creaks every time you pass by.
Someone in the village accidentally fell and was swallowed up by the black evil spirit in just a moment, leaving no bones behind.
Even people in their prime would be afraid to pass by, let alone Aunt Zhang who is over fifty years old and her physical and mental strength are not as good as before.
Life always goes on, the food and supplies we buy are constantly consumed, and we have to go to town from time to time.
Before Yun Wanzhou came, Aunt Zhang had no one to turn to. She could only wait until all the things were used up. When she could not delay any longer, they would go to the town together to buy enough to last for half a year and then go again when they used up all the things next time.
It is no exaggeration to say that crossing the bridge is a matter of life and death.
After Yun Wanzhou and Xie Wuyang arrived, the burden of going to the town to purchase goods fell on them.
Life was relatively comfortable, but the torture left an indelible scar.
It was a very ordinary night, and Xie Wuyang had just woken up a month ago.
The Frost Needle, which had not worked for a long time while the owner was in a coma, started to move for the first time as the owner gradually woke up.
Including the days of torture, this was the second time, and just like that day, the pain went deep into my bones.
Xie Wuyang's body twisted in pain rolled off the bed with a loud thud, waking up Yun Wanzhou who was meditating.
The unextinguished candlelight illuminated Xie Wuyang's sweaty face. The peace and tranquility he had felt during the day seemed like a dream, completely dissipating. After waking up, pain and hideousness emerged one after another.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but let out a heavy "huh" sound from his throat, and the veins on his neck bulged, as if they were about to burst and bleed at any time.
The pain reached its extreme. Xie Wuyang raised his hands with bulging veins, moved them from his face to his neck, as if touching but not really touching, and then brought his hands down and exerted force suddenly.
"No harm!" Yun Wanzhou's pupils shrank, and he rushed to Xie Wuyang in panic, grabbing his hands that were trying to strangle him to death, "Wake up! Xie Wuyang!"
“Master… Master…” Xie Wuyang’s throat trembled, his voice struggling, like a beast trapped in darkness, “I… I’m in pain…”
"I'm here." Yun Wanzhou didn't dare to relax the strength in his hand. His other hand touched Xie Wuyang's face. "Master is here."
The finger bones that Xie Wuyang was holding made a "crackling" sound, as if his five fingers were about to be broken.
Yun Wanzhou's heart felt like it was being torn apart, and a sob choked his throat. "Let go first, and tell Master... where does it hurt?"
Xie Wuyang's fingertips twitched as he struggled violently between loosening and tightening his grip. "My... whole body... hurts everywhere..."
The frost needle pierces the heart and bones. Once it penetrates the body, the cold air enters the blood and flows throughout the body.
Xie Wuyang couldn't tell where it hurt. It felt like there were millions of ants biting inside his body, densely packed all over his body.
He knew where he was and who was holding him. Listening to the person's anxious calls and whispers, he felt as if reality and dreams were overlapping.
Could Yun Wanzhou... lose his composure like this? Who was he worried about?
People say Yun Wanzhou is tall and majestic, untainted by the mundane world, kind-hearted yet cold-hearted. Yet, Xie Wuyang feels like he's about to cry, even though he's so high and mighty.
Xie Wuyang used all his strength to pull away the hand that was pinching his neck, making his face look less ferocious. He wanted to smile at Yun Wanzhou to reassure him, but he could only hear his own heavy breathing. Finally, he gave up, "Master, I..."
A huge buzzing sound filled his ears, and Xie Wuyang could hear nothing even though his lips were moving.
At the end of his consciousness, he struggled out of Yun Wanzhou's arms due to the pain. When Yun Wanzhou reached out to grab his hand again, he squeezed it back tightly, "I, I beg you... Master, kill me... It hurts so much..."
The hand in his palm suddenly froze.
Xie Wuyang's consciousness slipped into darkness.
In a daze, Xie Wuyang seemed to have had a long dream, with green mountains, clear waters, birds, beasts, fish and insects in the dream.
Water touched his forehead, bringing a cool feeling and melting away his pain.
When I heard the sound again, people were talking outside and the night was over.
Xie Wuyang propped himself up. Apart from the soreness in his arms, he felt no discomfort, which was completely different from the physical and mental exhaustion he felt after waking up from a coma of several months.
Xie Wuyang was confused and without giving it much thought, he attributed everything to the fact that he was unconscious for too long last time.
Thinking of Yun Wanzhou's panicked and anxious face when the frost needle attacked, Xie Wuyang felt a pang of pain in his heart. He looked around but didn't see him. He put on his boots, got out of bed and opened the door. He happened to run into Aunt Zhang who was holding porridge in one hand and holding the other hand in mid-air, and was about to knock on the door to come in.
"Are you awake?" Aunt Zhang came in and placed the porridge on the bedside table. "Xiaoyun thought you'd wake up soon, so she asked me to make this porridge. Try it while it's hot and see if it suits your taste."
"Thank you." Xie Wuyang asked casually, "How long was I unconscious this time?"
Aunt Zhang smiled. "It's not really a coma this time. I just slept for a night."
One night? Xie Wuyang frowned.
When the frost needle attacked him for the first time, although he was unconscious, the pain was unbearable and lasted for several days.
Why is it only one day this time?
Thinking about not seeing Yun Wanzhou when he woke up, Xie Wuyang felt even more uneasy, "Where is my master?"
"Your master left early this morning and asked me to help take care of you. Where did he go..." Aunt Zhang frowned and thought for a moment, then shook her head. "He didn't say. But he looked a little pale. Could he be sick from working so hard these days?"
Xie Wuyang suddenly clenched his fingertips.
Aunt Zhang's voice came to my ears one after another, "You were in a coma a while ago, and Xiaoyun was busy running around. He must have been very good at taking care of you, right?"
Xie Wuyang felt a bitter taste in his throat, and his Adam's apple rolled over. "Yes. He is a good master."
Aunt Zhang suddenly asked, "Do you like him?"
Xie Wuyang's pupils trembled and he looked up in surprise.
Aunt Zhang had a smile on her lips. There was no shock in her eyes, only concern and inquiry. Seeing Xie Wuyang's expression, she understood, "It is true."
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, breathing raggedly, and said nothing.
Aunt Zhang said, "My eyesight is poor, but I'm not blind. I saw the look on your face when you looked at him. Anyone with eyes can tell what you were thinking. I was young once, too."
Aunt Zhang turned around and looked at the empty courtyard. "My husband and I were childhood sweethearts, growing up together. We got married naturally and we live in harmony. It's a pity..."
Aunt Zhang's eyes were dazed for a moment, her expression was melancholy, and she sighed.
Xie Wuyang's eyes were filled with surprise. "You... don't find it strange?"
"What's so strange?" Now it was Aunt Zhang's turn to be confused.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes and said, "There is a difference between master and disciple, and this is against the moral principles."
"We are demons, not those pedantic humans. Why should we worry about such things?" Aunt Zhang frowned, puzzled. "In this vast universe, among all living beings, you and him have nothing to do with each other. Now that we are master and disciple, it's fate that brought us together. Why can't we just say it's a bond tied by a red thread?"
After Aunt Zhang left, the porridge on the table gradually became cold, from the initial lingering steam to the silent cold.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe the sun was setting outside the black fog, or maybe the neighbors were returning home from work, Xie Wuyang picked up the cold porridge on the table and stuffed it into his mouthful.
Before his rebirth, when he was still the Demon Lord, he was worshipped by thousands of people and had eaten all kinds of delicacies from land and sea. However, Xie Wuyang felt that they were bland and tasteless, with little difference.
The porridge in my hand didn't have even a hint of sweetness. It was cold when I put it in my mouth, but warm when it entered my stomach. It warmed my whole body and dispelled the coldness and gloom.
Yun Wanzhou finally arrived after the last bite, pushing the door open. Seeing Xie Wuyang, his frown suddenly relaxed, and his hurried expression vanished. "Are you awake?"
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