Chapter 136: If you really like someone, you shouldn't force them...
"You are flesh and blood, with feelings and righteousness, but you are just an ordinary person." Yun Wanzhou told him.
Xie Wuyang withdrew his gaze, a barely perceptible bitterness flashing across his brows, "Really?"
"Yes." Yun Wanzhou nodded firmly. "No matter how ordinary people see you, in my eyes, you are just my disciple."
He personally taught him the secrets of swordsmanship and taught him to have compassion for all living beings.
He watched him grow up and knew his character.
There will be no mistake.
The sour and swollen bitterness grew and filled Xie Wuyang's heart.
Xie Wuyang didn't ask him any more questions. He just calmly lowered his arm that was clinging to Yun Wanzhou's shoulders, released the force on Yun Wanzhou, and staggered forward step by step.
He felt as if he was stuck in a dead end, with skylight above his head and walls all around him.
He watched the light shining on the earth and felt the gentle warmth it brought, but he could never get out, and no one could catch him.
Just a disciple...
Just a disciple.
Is he just a disciple?
Thousands of words were buried in his chest, making it difficult for Xie Wuyang to breathe, his body and mind feeling blocked. There were many moments when he wanted to tell Yun Wanzhou the truth, to tell him that he was not the same Xie Wuyang, and that he did not want to be just his disciple.
When the words were on the tip of my tongue, they were suppressed by my annoying selfish thoughts.
Yun Wanzhou never understood him.
Fortunately, Yun Wanzhou didn’t understand him.
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This rain that stirred up the world of cultivation lasted for two days.
In two days, the Demon Palace troops gathered and were ready for battle.
Hundreds of immortal sects suddenly gathered together and headed to Cangqiong Mountain.
No one knew what was going on, but everyone had a premonition that the world of cultivation was about to change.
War is about to break out, and in the heavy chaos, only the border between the demons and the immortals remains as peaceful as before.
People were making fires, cooking, visiting each other and chatting, forgotten and excluded by the demons, and had no idea of the brewing storm.
When Aunt Zhang pushed open the door, Xie Wuyang had just climbed out of bed.
There was no one sitting on the cushion for meditation in front of the bed. Yun Wanzhou had gone out again at some point.
Xie Wuyang frowned, trying to recall whether Yun Wanzhou had told him anything before leaving. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't come up with an answer, so he opened his lips to ask Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang saw through his thoughts first, "Xiao Yun went out to help Uncle Xu next door move things."
"Did you say when you'd be back?"
"No." Aunt Zhang smiled and shook her head?
Xie Wuyang bit the hairband in his mouth, tied himself into a neat high ponytail, and said vaguely: "Then I will go find him."
He always felt that Yun Wanzhou hadn't been in good spirits recently, and his face looked sickly. Although he said he was fine every time he asked, Xie Wuyang was still worried.
For a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, minor illnesses and disasters are no big deal. What kind of illness could Yun Wanzhou be unable to hide and reveal such a sickly appearance?
Xie Wuyang tied up her hair, said goodbye to Aunt Zhang in a hurry, and was about to open the door when it was pushed open by someone outside.
Yun Wanzhou was covered in dust from somewhere, and he was walking in a hurry, appearing a bit panicked. It wasn't until he met Xie Wuyang's eyes that he straightened his expression.
"Master?" Xie Wuyang felt a little strange and suppressed his doubts and called him.
"Um."
"Where have you been?"
"I..." For some reason, there were chaotic footsteps outside. The firelight illuminated the dim village and half of Yun Wanzhou's face.
The depths of those eyes were still cold and detached, even the deepest and coldest icy lake in the world could not compare to them, and they did not tolerate any human desires.
Xie Wuyang, however, loved him like this, loved the warmth and moisture that occasionally appeared after the frost melted.
For some reason, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard behind me. The flickering golden firelight illuminated half of the village and half of the two people's faces.
Only then did Xie Wuyang notice that Yun Wanzhou's face looked uglier than yesterday, even transparent, like a piece of paper soaked in water that would break at the touch.
Xie Wuyang's mood instantly sank to the bottom, his brows gloomy as he said, "Master is hiding something from me."
At the same time, Yun Wanzhou grabbed his hand and said, "Come with me."
All was silent.
Yun Wanzhou looked at him in astonishment, his eyes filled with confusion and then dissipated, and he was speechless for a moment.
So Xie Wuyang understood.
He was definitely hiding something from me, and it was definitely not a small matter.
Xie Wuyang moved his lips and wanted to ask again.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly said, "Follow me first."
At the same time, the chaotic footsteps gradually approached and came to the door.
Without caring about Xie Wuyang's consent, Yun Wanzhou gathered the spiritual power at his fingertips and drew a circle in the air. The ground beneath his feet trembled twice, revealing a pattern with flashing spiritual light.
Xie Wuyang looked down and recognized the formation under his feet at a glance.
It is the simplest and most commonly used teleportation array in the world of cultivation.
When did Yun Wanzhou set up the formation?
Xie Wuyang looked surprised for a moment, but before he could ask, Yun Wanzhou stroked the formation twice with his toes, activating it.
In an instant, the wind blew and dust rose.
The fence gate was pushed open roughly. Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and saw a group of people wearing black armor and holding weapons rushing in.
"There, there they are!"
"Catch them!"
"They are demon soldiers." Yun Wanzhou explained, following Xie Wuyang's gaze, "I don't know how they found this place."
Xie Wuyang floated past them lightly, frowned, and asked Yun Wanzhou, "What about Aunt Zhang?"
"I cast a spell on Aunt Zhang so they can't see."
He couldn't tell what he was worried about. He knew clearly that Yun Wanzhou would take care of everything and would never let innocent people be implicated. Why was he always so uneasy?
It's like something bad is about to happen.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and stared at the formation that was about to be activated under his feet, without any sense of relaxation in his heart.
The leaves blown by the wind floated over the shoulders of the two men, swaying and about to fall.
Just as they were about to brush past each other's clothes, a ray of light suddenly appeared on Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou's bodies, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Dead leaves fell to the ground, and the demon soldiers rushed over and suddenly stopped.
The leader's expression was dazed, but when he came to his senses, he turned furious. "Hurry and find him! The Demon Lord said I must find him alive or dead. I'll dig him out even if I have to!"
Black water rushed under the bridge, and the filth stretched as far as the eye could see.
The other end of the teleportation array is at the end of the Evil Ghost Village. The two ends of the bridge are still tied with colorful ropes tied tightly during the Dragon Boat Festival, as if the festival is not far away.
The moment the teleportation array ended, Yun Wanzhou drew his right hand across his waist, turned around, put his arm around Xie Wuyang's waist, and stood on the Broken Snow Sword.
When they fled to the Demon Realm, they originally wanted to recuperate, but now the Demon Realm can no longer accommodate them.
Xie Wuyang clung to Yun Wanzhou's arm, lowered his head slightly, and rested his chin on his shoulder, his expression unclear. "Where are you taking me, Master?"
Yun Wanzhou's cold voice came from the front, "Return to the Immortal Gate."
"What about the Nightmare Stone?"
"We'll find a solution when we get back."
There was silence for a long while.
After a long while, Xie Wuyang finally spoke, "Master, do you think I can still go back?"
Yun Wanzhou's body stiffened.
Xie Wuyang chuckled self-deprecatingly, his voice fragmented into countless blurry fragments in the wind. "I severely injured the head elder of the Immortal Sect and murdered my fellow Immortal Sect members. Everyone in the Immortal Sect hates me to the core. Now, I caused the Nightmare Stone to be taken away by Song Duoyan. Will they forgive me?"
Xie Wuyang sighed, put his hands on Yun Wanzhou's waist and hugged him tightly, rubbed his head against Yun Wanzhou's neck, and took a deep breath, "Master, stop talking nonsense."
Xie Wuyang's voice became very soft, "I can't go back."
Yun Wanzhou's heart trembled, and the Broken Snow Sword deviated from its direction, but was quickly pulled back by him.
"I'll help you find the Nightmare Stone."
"It's to get the Nightmare Stone back." Xie Wuyang felt a mixture of satisfaction and sadness in his heart, "But it's not to help me. It's to help the Immortal Sect and all living beings."
He had once been confused about what Yun Wanzhou meant by the common people of the world, and why they were so important. Even now, he still didn't understand, but he had figured out a few things.
If you really like someone, you should not force him/her to stay, but go along with him/her, help him/her, and remove all obstacles for him/her.
Even if the obstacle is himself.
Xie Wuyang's hot breath brushed past and kissed Yun Wanzhou's neck. His heart felt like it was being eaten and bitten, and the pain went deep into his bones.
It turns out that the pain from the frost needle attack, the loss of spiritual power, and the breaking of tendons and veins is just like this. Although it is piercing, it is still better than now.
By the time Yun Wanzhou realized something was wrong and discovered that Xie Wuyang was acting strangely, it was already too late.
Xie Wuyang had replenished his spiritual power in his palm at some point, and the moment Yun Wanzhou turned around, he struck Yun Wanzhou on the back with a palm. At the same time, another powerful spiritual power wrapped around his whole body, blocking the attack for him.
They have the same origin and complement and restrain each other.
Xie Wuyang's lips moved slightly, and he spoke silently, "Master, I can't return to the Immortal Sect."
All his meridians had been broken when he was in Chongyin Palace, and his spiritual power had dissipated. Fortunately, there was only one last bit left, which allowed him to do something for Yun Wanzhou.
The immortal sect hates the demon clan to the core.
They would not tolerate Yun Wanzhou staying with a demon.
Only if he stayed in the Demon Realm would the people of the Immortal Sect put aside their grudges and once again worship Yun Wanzhou as the Immortal Lord.
From now on, may the mountains be high and the rivers be long. May you always be happy and free from illness and worries.
Yun Wanzhou's pupils shrank, and he reached out to grab Xie Wuyang's hand. His palm brushed against his fingertips, but he only caught a gust of ethereal wind.
The figure fell from the sky like an eagle with broken wings, gradually becoming smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a tiny dot and dissipated in the boundless sky and earth.
He didn't want to go back with him.
Yun Wanzhou's knees softened and he knelt on the sword.
My heart felt like a piece had been ripped out by life, and the cold wind pierced my bones. Beneath the pain lay a sense of emptiness, loneliness, and discomfort.
Those usually cold phoenix eyes flashed with pain and sorrow, the rippling snow turned into flowing water, and only a broken heart was left.
For a moment, Yun Wanzhou wanted to jump down, at least to see where Xie Wuyang had gone and where he had settled. Since they were so far apart, they would eventually meet.
But before his body could move, his reason stopped him.
Suffering injustice, being blamed by everyone, and being punished, who can be without resentment? How can one be without resentment?
As long as the grudge between the immortals and the demons remains, Xie Wuyang will never go back with him in this life.
Then let him be the east wind that helps things grow, and the sword in the hands of the people.
Stop resentment and stop war.
Thousands of years of grudges, all living beings and all things.
Someone should come and put an end to this.
It was unknown how long it took before Yun Wanzhou staggered to his feet, taking great effort to steady himself.
The broken snow under my feet shuttled through the clouds, leaving a long white tail.
Yun Wanzhou's figure was as fast as the wind, flying towards the distant Cangqiong Mountain.
…
The night is quiet and the wind is calm.
Two days later, in a small town far away from the human world, there were few people and the ground was golden.
This is a town built in the desert.
The owner of the only inn in the town was dozing off with his hands on the table and his head leaning against it.
The guest door, which had been silent for a long time, was pushed open from the outside with a creak.
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