Chapter 126: Cold War "Master is probably the craziest one."...
"Where has Master gone?" Xie Wuyang's eyes were deep and his emotions were difficult to discern.
"I went to town." Yun Wanzhou said as he took out a bag from his pocket and handed it to Xie Wuyang. "I was originally going to bring some things for Aunt Zhang, and I saw someone selling peach blossom cakes on the roadside, so I bought some."
Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled slightly, "Master, don't you dislike sweet food? Why did you think of buying peach blossom cakes?"
Yun Wanzhou coughed lightly twice and turned his head away. "It's not that I don't like it."
Xie Wuyang blinked and looked up to see the discomfort in Yun Wanzhou's expression. There was a hint of cuteness in his embarrassment. The usually aloof person made him the softest person.
"Did you buy it specially for me?" Xie Wuyang couldn't help but lower his voice.
Yun Wanzhou stuffed the cake into his hand and said with a stern face, "Didn't you say you liked peach blossom cakes?"
"It's me." Xie Wuyang nodded gently, suddenly reaching up to grasp Yun Wanzhou's hand. "I just didn't expect Master to still remember."
The warm body temperature spread along the fingertips, like an undying spark falling into the heart, burning Yun Wanzhou's fingertips so much that he suddenly pulled back the hand that was being held by Xie Wuyang.
"If you like it, eat more." Yun Wanzhou's heartbeat was as loud as a drum, deafening, urging him to turn around quickly and escape from this place of trouble.
Yun Wanzhou clenched his fingers, his throat felt raw, and he spoke hastily, "You should get some rest first. I'll go see if Aunt Zhang can help with anything."
As soon as he said this, Yun Wanzhou realized how poor his excuse was.
It was not dinner time, and his excuse to go to town to buy things had been used up when he entered the door. Aunt Zhang was a woman who had no farmland to cultivate and no other heavy work to do. She only embroidered some beautiful handkerchiefs occasionally and sold them to make a living. What could she do for him?
Yun Wanzhou
Like a deserter, Yun Wanzhou turned and walked away. Just as he was about to step out of the room, he suddenly heard a rustling behind him. Before he could step out of the door, a hand grabbed his wrist, pulling at every nerve in his body.
"Master, are you avoiding me again?" Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes, his expression dark and unclear.
"No." Yun Wanzhou frowned and struggled twice, but Xie Wuyang's hand seemed to be nailed on it and did not move at all.
Yun Wanzhou pursed her lips, the panic in her heart turned into anger, and she opened her phoenix eyes slightly and glared back.
The two of them glared at each other, neither of them willing to back down, their eyes meeting and they remained frozen in mid-air.
After a moment, Xie Wuyang burst out laughing, "So Master can be so childish sometimes."
"Who are you calling childish?"
"You." Xie Wuyang said without hesitation.
"You..." Yun Wanzhou didn't know what to say for a moment, and after a long while, he managed to say, "You are committing treason."
"High treason?" Xie Wuyang seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened by these four words. He suddenly leaned in close, their noses mingling, moist and hot. "Master, didn't you know this a long time ago?"
Yun Wanzhou paused for a moment, his scalp went numb, and he froze in place.
For a moment, Yun Wanzhou almost thought that Xie Wuyang wanted to kiss him.
Reason urged him to retreat, but his feet seemed to have taken root and he couldn't even blink.
There were footsteps outside one after another, and I didn't know who was passing by Aunt Zhang's yard again.
At first, Yun Wanzhou could still count how many people passed by, but later his ears gradually became deaf, and he could not hear anything except the sound of his heartbeat vibrating under his chest.
Their breathing became hotter and heavier, and the rubbing of their noses caused an itch. Xie Wuyang pulled back and suddenly withdrew.
"Master."
It turns out that it wasn't...
Realizing what he had just thought, Yun Wanzhou rubbed his ears, trying to hide it, "Hmm?"
"I have one thing I don't understand."
Yun Wanzhou asked, "What's the matter?"
Xie Wuyang spoke slowly, his meaning difficult to discern. "Today, I woke up and searched for Master to no avail. I ran into Aunt Zhang. She told me you looked unwell, but where else is your body ailing?"
A strange look flashed across Yun Wanzhou's eyes. "Maybe Aunt Zhang saw it wrongly."
"But disciple, I see that Master's face is pale. It's not an illusion."
"Maybe it's the skin color."
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes suddenly, raised his hand and touched the area under Yun Wanzhou's right eye, causing a subtle itch.
Yun Wanzhou subconsciously dodged.
Xie Wuyang's aggressive questioning rang in his ears, "Then how come Master's magic has failed and his spiritual power is completely gone?"
Yun Wanzhou's expression changed as he remembered the illusion technique maintained by the spiritual power on his face.
The spiritual power vanished, revealing her true appearance. The teardrop mole was a dazzling black, gleaming brightly beneath the corner of her eye.
Xie Wuyang was angry. For several days, except for necessary contact, even at night when they were in the same room, he would always turn his back on her.
Yun Wanzhou asked him to go to bed, but he didn't even turn his head, just said that he needed to practice diligently and meditate.
The two went from being inseparable to suddenly becoming estranged. Even Aunt Zhang, who was not involved, noticed the problem, and Yun Wanzhou knew it very well.
He knew what Xie Wuyang wanted to ask.
The two men parted on bad terms that day. Before leaving, Xie Wuyang looked gloomy and asked him if he had done anything to him while he was unconscious.
Xie Wuyang had experienced the pain of the frost needle before, a pain deeply etched in his memory. But this time, the attack lasted only a day, and even after he passed out, he felt no discomfort at all. The pain in Fan Gu was being drawn away by something, blocked out by someone, allowing him to rest and sleep peacefully.
Xie Wuyang was not a fool. Thinking about Yun Wanzhou's various states, he had already deduced the cause and effect in his mind.
Yun Wanzhou must have used some method that harmed himself to suppress the frost needles in his body.
But Yun Wanzhou just changed the subject and refused to answer.
The two people engaged in a long and silent cold war. Neither of them was willing to give up their stubbornness, nor could they give up their dignity and face.
Even when Aunt Zhang asked if something had happened between the two of them, both of them shook their heads tacitly, and no one was willing to admit it.
This cold war lasted for more than ten days.
They still ate at the same table. Yun Wanzhou asked Xie Wuyang questions, and Xie Wuyang responded as usual. However, he was no longer actively affectionate with Yun Wanzhou, nor did he take turns meditating and sleeping with Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang occupied the bedside alone. No matter how bright the candlelight was, it could not illuminate his face, leaving only a straight and strong back for Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou tossed and turned for several days, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he got out of bed and sat next to Xie Wuyang.
"You go to bed."
Xie Wuyang's eyelashes trembled, as if he wanted to open them but forced himself to hold them back. He moved his legs and turned sideways, facing Yun Wanzhou again. "Disciple is not tired. Master, just sleep."
"I have been sleeping for twelve days." Yun Wanzhou said.
Although he had been lying in bed unable to sleep these few days, he had still occupied so many days. As a master, he should not be so harsh to his disciple.
Xie Wuyang remained silent, as if he had returned to his sea of consciousness.
Yun Wanzhou experienced the feeling of being ignored for the first time.
As an immortal, what he has seen and known is incomparable to ordinary people, but the only thing he has never had is the experience of deceiving others.
Yun Wanzhou stared at Xie Wuyang's back for a long time before he managed to utter, "Are you angry?"
Hearing Yun Wanzhou's words, Xie Wuyang's fingertips hanging between his knees trembled, and his tightly closed eyes quietly opened. His voice was cold and firm, "No."
Yun Wanzhou hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and touched his back, "Then how do you..."
Xie Wuyang's eyes darkened, and he suddenly turned around and grabbed Yun Wanzhou's wrist, "Master, don't you always like to make decisions on your own? Now that you've woken up, are you concerned about your disciple's feelings?"
"I..." Xie Wuyang gripped Yun Wanzhou's wrist with great force, pressing it down. A faint red mark could be seen on it as he struggled.
Yun Wanzhou frowned, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm crazy?" Xie Wuyang sneered, his aggressive gaze darting back and forth across Yun Wanzhou's face. "Master is probably the craziest one."
Xie Wuyang's grip on Yun Wanzhou's wrist suddenly loosened, his eyes filled with turbulence. After a moment of calm, they turned dark, like a bottomless black pool. "I'm not a fool. That night, the frost needles in my body flared up and stopped overnight. Coincidentally, the next day, Master's spiritual power dissipated completely. Master, do you dare to say that there is no connection between the two?"
Perhaps it was because his thoughts were touched upon, but Yun Wanzhou’s eyelashes trembled, and he remained silent.
Xie Wuyang felt bitter in his heart, and he almost couldn't breathe. "It's just a frost needle, I can just endure it. I'm not a child, why should Master personally..."
"Frost Needle." Yun Wanzhou raised his eyes suddenly, his expression grim. "You say it so easily now. But what will happen after a few months when your five senses gradually fade and you become deaf and blind?"
What should I do to him?
"That's my business." Xie Wuyang said in a calm tone, "It has nothing to do with Master."
"You are my disciple."
"Yes." Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, "You and I are just master and disciple. The master teaches, there is no need to do so much for the disciple."
Yun Wanzhou's lips moved, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and he didn't say anything else.
The conversation ended in relative silence.
Neither of them went to bed, but sat there all night long. They seemed to be concentrating on meditation, but in fact they were restless and had their own thoughts.
The next morning, Yun Wanzhou noticed it as soon as Xie Wuyang got up.
There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and not long after, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound.
There was silence for a while before Yun Wanzhou slowly opened his eyes.
The warm breath of that person seemed to still linger in the air, unable to dissipate.
The room was empty, with only Yun Wanzhou sitting there, staring at the closed door with a dazed look on his face.
Sure enough, he's still angry. Yun Wanzhou thought to himself gloomily. He wondered if Qiong Rao had ever been troubled day and night by his occasional temper when he first took him in.
Thinking of Qiong Rao who had gone and never returned, and remembering the awkward situation he and Xie Wuyang were in now, Yun Wanzhou felt more and more that he had failed as a master.
His original intention was just to protect his disciple, but he ended up making the other party unhappy.
Yun Wanzhou frowned, stuck in a huge dilemma, thinking hard but to no avail.
Just at this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door and the door was pushed open.
Xie Wuyang held a lamp in one hand and buns and porridge in the other. He went and came back, standing outside the door with his head slightly tilted.
"Master, are you awake? Would you like some breakfast?" Xie Wuyang skillfully placed the breakfast on the floor where the two of them were meditating, as if the days of cold war had never existed. "Master brought this last night. Aunt Zhang helped reheat it in the pot. Master, eat it while it's hot."
Yun Wanzhou looked at the porridge and buns on the ground, then looked at Xie Wuyang's face, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, his eyes met Xie Wuyang's gaze with an inexplicable look.
Unlike the fierce and unapproachable look of last night, Xie Wuyang's calm eyes were filled with tenderness and warmth, as if they had returned to the time before the Cold War, back to normal.
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