Chapter 127 Responsibility His selfish desire told him that he wanted Yun Wanzhou to be forever...
For a moment, Yun Wanzhou almost had the illusion of being wronged, as if he could tell all his emotions to the person in front of him and get this person's understanding and tolerance.
But it is clear that he is the master and Xie Wuyang is the disciple.
He was much older than Xie Wuyang, so even if he was tolerant, he should have been tolerant of his disciple as a master. How could he do the opposite?
Yun Wanzhou didn't say anything. He slightly shifted his gaze and picked up the porridge on the ground. "Thank you."
Xie Wuyang shook his head and asked hopefully, "Besides thank you, Master, do you have anything else to say to your disciple?"
Yun Wanzhou clasped the bowl tightly in his hand with his fingertips and pursed his lips. A conflicting feeling arose within him. After a long struggle, he finally spoke, but after he spoke, he was at a loss for words. "I..."
Come to an abrupt end.
Xie Wuyang's gaze at him gradually dimmed from expectation, like stars falling from the sky, disappearing bit by bit before finally turning into a heavy sigh, revealing helplessness, "Forget it, let's eat first. Otherwise, I'll have to trouble Aunt Zhang to reheat it. As for the rest..."
"Let's put it aside for later."
In yesterday's argument, Yun Wanzhou was right about one thing.
After the frost needle enters the body thirteen times, the host's spiritual veins will be completely shattered and all five senses will be lost.
There are only four frost needles in his body now.
Although it won't be like the thirteen frost needles that caused the loss of all five senses, no one can predict what will happen.
What if he really is deaf and blind?
From then on, he became a disabled person and his appearance and voice were no longer recognizable.
This is the second time now, and Xie Wuyang can feel the spiritual power in his body dissipating and gradually dissipating.
The impact of Frost Needle is only increasing.
Maybe one day, even the simplest gazes and calls between him and Yun Wanzhou will disappear.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes, feeling achy in the heart.
In this case, leave the bad and sad things for later and look at that person a few more times.
Yun Wanzhou raised his eyes to meet Xie Wuyang's and nodded, "Okay."
Actually, it is not impossible to say.
Every time Xie Wuyang felt a little pain that night, his heart would tremble.
He had only seen Frost Needle Punishment in books. No matter how painful the descriptions were, he had never experienced it.
But that night, he watched Xie Wuyang trying to end his life several times and begging him to give him a quick death, and Yun Wanzhou truly felt it.
The thirteen frost needles, once entering the body, will become one with the host's flesh and blood. Even if the host dies, the frost needles will not separate.
There is no solution to the punishment.
But the pain can be relieved.
Yun Wanzhou had never been so grateful. He had read many ancient books over the years. One of them recorded that by fusing blood and channeling spiritual power, one could form a formation and overcome suffering and disasters.
The so-called crossing does not mean dissipation, but rather that the person who sets up the barrier draws the pain from others to himself and bears it instead.
He is Xie Wuyang's master.
It should be so.
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Since that day, the two of them reconciled and got along with each other again as before.
Aunt Zhang's mood also improved a lot, and she smiled every time she saw me.
It has been several months since I came to the demon world. In a few days, it will be the Dragon Boat Festival in the human world.
When Xie Wuyang was in power, he never disdained to celebrate these human festivals. He would only ask his subordinates a few questions when he happened to see them dressed or behaved unusually, and find out what festival they were celebrating.
So at first Xie Wuyang didn't think about celebrating the festival.
It was not until later that Aunt Zhang asked him to go to the town to bring some realgar wine and colorful silk threads. Xie Wuyang asked more questions out of curiosity, and only then did he come to his senses.
The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and the streets are bustling and lively. Even the bridgehead of the Evil Ghost Village has been tied with colorful ropes to ward off evil spirits.
When Xie Wuyang returned home after buying the things, Aunt Zhang had already prepared dinner and was sitting at the table with Yun Wanzhou waiting for him.
Seeing Xie Wuyang come back, Aunt Zhang quickly extended her hand to invite him to sit down, took the things in his hand and put them down on the open space, "Xiao Xie is back?"
"Yes." Xie Wuyang nodded and pulled out a stool and sat down naturally. "What do you want to eat today?"
"Would you like to try it?" Aunt Zhang said mysteriously as she picked up something that looked like a pancake and handed it to him.
The pancake is irregular in shape, looks slightly yellow and soft, and I don’t know what is added to it.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows, picked it up with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.
It tasted sweet, and there was a familiarity beneath the sweetness, but Xie Wuyang frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't match this familiarity with anything in his memory.
"Did you taste anything?" asked Aunt Zhang.
Xie Wuyang savored it for a long time, and finally shook his head, "No."
Aunt Zhang looked at Yun Wanzhou meaningfully and said, "These are persimmons that Xiaoyun brought specially. I ground them up, mixed them with flour, and fried them in a pan."
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered and he looked up.
Yun Wanzhou was eating last night's leftovers in front of him elegantly and leisurely, as if he was not involved in anything.
But Xie Wuyang had seen Yun Wanzhou's expression and knew that there was another face underneath his calm mask.
Others thought Yun Wanzhou was aloof, but little did they know that his frosty face would melt at the slightest touch, revealing his softness and gentleness within.
"It's delicious." Xie Wuyang curved his eyebrows and lowered his head to take another big bite. "It's only summer now, and we're in the Demon Realm. Persimmons must be hard to find, right?"
Yun Wanzhou's lips moved, and he was about to speak when Aunt Zhang beside him suddenly spoke up, "It's not just hard to find. I've lived in Evil Ghost Village for so many years, and I've only eaten persimmons a few times."
Xie Wuyang nodded, turned around and asked, "Then where did Master find it?"
Yun Wanzhou paused for a moment and said, "In the human world."
Xie Wuyang's hand, which was about to pick up some food, trembled violently, and the blood on his fingertips disappeared.
Yes.
During his time in the Demon Realm, he and Yun Wanzhou had been together day and night, and the days had been so wonderful that he had almost forgotten that Yun Wanzhou not only held the responsibility of a master, but also of an Immortal Lord, shouldering the responsibility of all living beings.
When they left, the Litchi Sect was in chaos and the status of the hundreds of immortal sects was unclear. Even if Yun Wanzhou didn't say it, how could he let go of the moral responsibility in his heart?
Defection and seclusion were already an accident. Yun Wanzhou will eventually return to the immortal sect and restore order.
Xie Wuyang's heart was in turmoil, but he pretended to be calm. "Master and I haven't been to the human world for a long time. It's only natural that we want to go. I was negligent."
Xie Wuyang felt as if his own voice was covered by a layer of fog. Beneath the fog, he heard another self speaking words against his will.
"If Master wants to go to the human world in the future, you can go anytime. The demon world is dark, without flowers and trees, and it can't compare to the green mountains and clear waters of the human world." Xie Wuyang's throat was choked. Worried about Aunt Zhang's presence, he didn't say it directly. He just raised his upturned peach blossom eyes, revealing the repression and sadness of only two people. "Disciple will be here, waiting for Master to come back."
Yun Wanzhou was stunned by what he said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Every word I say is sincere." Xie Wuyang took a deep breath, suddenly put down his chopsticks, looked at Aunt Zhang, his face cold and stiff, "I'm full, I'm going back to my room first."
After saying this, he stood up and left without looking back.
"Hey, Xiao Xie, are you full after eating just this little?" Aunt Zhang came to her senses belatedly.
But Xie Wuyang had already walked far away and didn't hear her words clearly.
Aunt Zhang looked embarrassed as she stared at the persimmon cake that had barely been touched and the salty porridge that was still intact.
"I'll give it to him." Yun Wanzhou picked up two pieces of persimmon cake and put them in the empty bowl, then stood up calmly.
When Yun Wanzhou pushed the door open, the room was pitch black.
Xie Wuyang didn't light the fire and leaned alone against the bed.
His slightly raised chin had a blurred outline and he was staring at the beam, not knowing what he was thinking.
"I'm fine." Yun Wanzhou put the persimmon cake aside and sat down next to Xie Wuyang. "I see you haven't eaten much. Do you want to eat some more?"
Xie Wuyang looked back at him and shook his head.
Perhaps because they were in the demon world, without the shackles of the immortal sect's rules, the boundaries between master and disciple gradually became blurred, even to the point of being almost forgotten.
No one said a word, just sat there quietly, letting the darkness devour the little remaining sanity.
Shoulders are pressed against shoulders, body temperature transmitting to each other.
The hands of the two people were on the ground, just a hair's breadth away from touching, but no one took another step forward.
This is already beyond the limit.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang's soft voice called out to him, "Master."
"I am here."
"Master, do you want to return to Cangqiong Mountain?"
In an instant, the wind and rain echoed, tearing apart the peace that the two had barely maintained for many days.
Yun Wanzhou's Adam's apple moved, but he didn't answer him directly. "Why are you asking this suddenly?"
Xie Wuyang chuckled, as if to mock himself, "Nothing, I just suddenly remembered."
"Is it because I left the Demon Realm?" Thinking of Xie Wuyang's various abnormal behaviors, Yun Wanzhou had a guess in his mind.
Xie Wuyang didn't say anything else, and Yun Wanzhou took it as his consent.
"Want to hear the truth?"
Xie Wuyang remained silent.
Even he himself didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear when he asked this question.
"When you and I left the Immortal Sect that day, the Litchi Sect also fell into a great calamity. I bear the responsibility of being an Immortal Venerable, and I can't just sit back and watch." Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes and said in a faint voice, "I left the Demon Realm because I really wanted to find out some news."
Xie Wuyang lowered his brows and his fingertips curled up slightly.
Even though he had known for a long time that Yun Wanzhou was unwilling to give up his responsibilities, he still felt a tightness in his chest when he heard Yun Wanzhou admit it himself.
He was not being unreasonable or intending to stop it.
But he was selfish by nature, and his selfish desire told him that he wanted Yun Wanzhou to stay forever.
The immortal sect and the common people have nothing to do with them. They can stay in the demon world and the evil ghost village forever and be two ordinary people.
But it's just wishful thinking after all.
"Then what?" Xie Wuyang suppressed the bitterness in his heart and asked hoarsely.
"The Lianwu Sect is in chaos. Elder Guo is missing, and Jiang Shutong is seriously injured."
"What are you going to do? Want to go back?"
Yun Wanzhou shook his head and said, "I am the Immortal Lord of the Sky."
The Immortal Lord Cangqiong should go back and take charge of the situation.
This was what he had learned from Qiong Rao, and it was also the Dao heart he had adhered to since childhood. For some reason, he hesitated this time.
If these perseverance cannot even protect the people around him, why has he done all these years?
"I understand." Xie Wuyang nodded, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Yun Wanzhou's hand. "Master, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask anymore."
"If Master wants to do something, then do it."
Yun Wanzhou turned his head, and his cold eyes pierced through the darkness and collided with the vortex in Xie Wuyang's eyes.
Xie Wuyang seemed to curl his lips, "Disciple also has something he wants to do, I wonder if Master will allow it?"
His change of topic was so sudden that Yun Wanzhou tilted his head in confusion and asked in confusion, "Huh?"
"I heard from Aunt Zhang that the Dragon Boat Festival is coming in a few days." Xie Wuyang said, leaning closer, his eyes shining surprisingly brightly in the darkness. "Master, would you like to join me and see the customs and practices of the demon tribe?"
Yun Wanzhou paused for breath, and his heartbeat suddenly became more intense for some reason.
After a long moment, Yun Wanzhou nodded gently, "Okay."
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Perhaps because the Demon Realm has not seen the light of day for a long time, the demons rarely have fun and laughter on weekdays. The Dragon Boat Festival in the Demon Realm is actually more lively than that of the human race.
Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou walked side by side on the street, letting the bustling crowd around them.
Someone passed by and accidentally bumped into Yun Wanzhou's shoulder in the crowd, causing him to stagger two steps and almost get close to Xie Wuyang's chest.
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to hold Yun Wanzhou's shoulder, "Master, be careful."
"Thank you." Yun Wanzhou moved quietly to the other side, his eyes frantically falling on something not far away.
A group of people were gathered together, arguing about something lively.
"The Tigers are still short of one person. Is there anyone else willing to sign up?"
"Stay with us and we'll make sure you win the boat race!"
Following Yun Wanzhou's gaze, Xie Wuyang smiled and pointed toward the crowd, "Want to go over there and take a look?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded, "Okay."
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