Chapter 138 Absurdity "Yun Wanzhou is more than just a master to me...
The suspicion and guilt he had felt towards Xie Wuyang for many days, as well as the questioning of his own behavior, all turned into a sword called guilt, which shattered everything. For a moment, Xu Pingsheng even felt dizzy and didn't know where to start.
"You..." The itch in his throat spread throughout his body. After a pause, Xu Pingsheng continued, "Is it because of the Frost Needle?"
Xie Wuyang shook his head, "Not exactly."
Although the Frost Needle Punishment can cause one's tendons and veins to be severed and spiritual power to be lost, on the day of the execution, the interrogation elder did not insert all of the Thirteen Plum Frost Needles into his body. Even though the pain was excruciating from time to time, it would not reach the point where he would lose all his cultivation.
If he had not forcibly broken through the frozen veins that day in the Demon Realm, he would not have ended up like this.
Xu Pingsheng should have breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt mixed emotions.
Although he was not very familiar with Xie Wuyang, he often heard his name from other people.
Yun Wanzhou is an immortal, famous in the world of cultivation, and countless disciples want to become his disciples.
But for several years, he has only had two disciples.
They were already a thorn in the eyes of other cultivators, and their poor talent further aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, and they often became a topic of conversation before and after meals.
The person Xu Pingsheng heard the most about was Yun Wanzhou's second disciple, Xie Wuyang.
Among his fellow disciples, Xie Wuyang practiced diligently, getting up at the crack of dawn to practice swordsmanship. After noon, he immersed himself in the library, staying there from the time the sun was high overhead to the time the afterglow returned to the dust and dusk fell.
As hardworking as he was, after several years, he had only just managed to enter the sect. All his fellow disciples of the same period had already reached the foundation-building stage, and some had even reached the golden elixir stage. Xie Wuyang, a disciple of Yun Xianzun, was only at the Qi-refining stage. His talent for cultivation was simply outrageous.
Perhaps even God couldn't bear it anymore. Xie Wuyang's cultivation had finally improved over the past year and he had finally reached the Golden Elixir stage. Xu Pingsheng was happy for him and Yun Wanzhou from the bottom of his heart, but now he suddenly told him that Xie Wuyang's cultivation had turned to dust and vanished overnight.
Xu Pingsheng couldn't describe how he felt.
Ever since Xie Wuyang's identity as a demon was exposed, Xu Pingsheng could no longer face him directly.
Xu Pingsheng pulled out a piece of talisman from his waist, raised his hand and placed it on the shopkeeper's shoulder. He said to Xie Wuyang, "I've put a talisman on him, so he can't escape. The identity of the person lurking in the dark is unknown, and I'm worried about you going alone. I'll go with you. Once we identify the person, we'll consult with Yun Xianzun."
A barely perceptible gloom flashed across Xie Wuyang's eyes. He glanced at Xu Pingsheng casually, but said nothing in the end. He walked to the counter, compared the keys hanging on the wall, wrote down the corresponding room, turned around and went upstairs without saying a word.
Xu Pingsheng hurriedly took a step and followed closely behind.
As the innkeeper said, most of the rooms were still empty, and only two keys on the wall were missing, both of which were top-notch rooms.
In order, the two people went to the innermost room first.
The lights in the house were still on, and the light shone through the crack in the door onto the toes of the two people, leaving a warm yellow mark on Xie Wuyang's face.
Xie Wuyang peeked inside through the gap, but didn't see anything. He raised his hand and quietly poked a hole in the door.
The Tianzi room is much larger than the Dizi room. There is a table and four chairs in the outer room. There are two cups of tea on the table, and steam is coming out of them.
Two of them should be living in this room.
Unfortunately, the two men had gone somewhere and were not in the outer room.
Xie Wuyang looked around for a long time without any result, so he had to look away, bit his fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood and drew on the door.
There was actually black fog lingering and demonic energy surging.
"What are you doing?" Xu Pingsheng grabbed his wrist.
Xie Wuyang turned his head and looked at him coldly, "I have no demon bones left, and my spiritual veins are completely broken. Without cultivation, how can I investigate without some other means?"
"You want to use your blood to attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"
Xie Wuyang did not respond directly, but turned his head and quickly brushed his fingertips across the door frame. Blood seeped out bit by bit, leaving a dark brown bloodstain.
Xu Pingsheng's lips moved, but before he could say anything more, he suddenly felt the wind and dust around him. His clothes fluttered, and spiritual power like fireflies gathered from all directions and fell on the half-dried bloodstains.
The spiritual power gathered more and more, and when it reached its peak, Xie Wuyang said, "Brother, do you have an invisibility talisman?"
There was a rustling sound in the room, as if someone had gotten up from the bed, and the footsteps were getting closer. "Who is it?"
Xu Pingsheng understood and immediately rubbed his waist twice, raised his hand and "slapped" twice, sticking a piece of talisman paper on the backs of both of them.
The next moment, the door creaked open from the inside.
A man with disheveled hair, wearing a white inner garment and a casually draped robe on the outside, walked out of the room and looked at both ends of the corridor.
"Strange? I clearly felt someone using spiritual power just now, how come they're gone now?"
The man's eyes scanned the surroundings suspiciously, and suddenly stopped when they landed on the door frame. He leaned forward, and traced the dark marks on the door frame with his fingertips. "This is..."
"Jiang Ming, what are you doing?" A scent of fragrance blew by, and a man with half-open clothes picked up the teacup, turned around and sat at the table.
He looked lazy, his eyes sparkling with spring, his underwear untied, revealing the ambiguous red marks underneath, and he looked at Jiang Ming with a lingering and explicit look, "If you don't come back, I'll go to sleep?"
As he spoke, he took a sip of tea and smiled at Jiang Ming outside the door.
Anyone could tell what the person inside was doing just now.
No matter how slow Xu Pingsheng was, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, as if thick ink had been sprinkled on it.
"It seems that the people lurking outside the door are not them." Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xu Pingsheng with a half-smile. "What do you think, Senior Brother?"
Xu Pingsheng felt dizzy and confused by the scene before him.
Especially when that "Jiang Ming" stepped forward, hugged the person on the table, lifted the person's legs and clamped them around his waist, and carried the person back to the inner room, he somehow remembered the day of the interrogation when Yun Wanzhou hugged Xie Wuyang in his arms, his face drained of all color, and his eyes were full of heartache.
Xu Pingsheng didn't think anything of it at the time, but now when he thinks back on it, Yun Wanzhou's distressed look actually had a bit more lingering love in it.
No, that's not right...
Yun Wanzhou was the Sky Immortal Venerable. Ever since I met him, I'd never seen him show a good face or smile to anyone. It was really true that for so many years, he hadn't sought a Taoist partner and didn't even have many close friends. How could it be...
He must have seen it wrong that day, or his memory must have been wrong.
Yes, that must be it.
After finally convincing himself, Xu Pingsheng nodded hurriedly, "Since it's not, let's go to the other room and take a look."
"Okay." Xie Wuyang nodded in agreement.
As he turned around, the Emperor's Heavenly Wood hanging around his waist swayed twice, revealing half of it, and soon fell back into the complicated robe.
The timing was just right, and Xu Pingsheng saw it clearly.
"Junior brother..." Xu Pingsheng paused and suddenly spoke.
"What's wrong?" Xie Wuyang turned around, his slightly upturned peach blossom eyes showing shrewdness, as if he could see through all the other person's thoughts.
Xu Pingsheng found it even more difficult to speak.
Speaking of which, he had heard of a few cases of Long Yang love in the world of cultivation. The people who talked about it always showed contempt and looked down on them, as if those people were born inferior and should be despised by the world.
Xu Pingsheng didn't think there was anything wrong.
That's other people's business, what does it have to do with him?
But when these two people were replaced by Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou, Xu Pingsheng's calmness and indifference to worldly affairs were completely forgotten by him.
That feeling of having nowhere to hide and nowhere to go is back.
Xu Pingsheng's eyes met Xie Wuyang's. His Adam's apple rolled and his lips opened and closed for a long time, but he couldn't say a word. Finally, he clenched his five fingers and said with a desperate look, "Junior brother, you and Yun Xianzun..."
Xu Pingsheng's tongue suddenly became tied, and he changed the subject, "How have you and Immortal Yun been doing in the Demon Realm these past few months?"
After the words came out of his mouth, Xu Pingsheng realized what a terrible topic he had chosen in his confusion.
He was severely punished, expelled from the immortal sect, and his reputation was ruined.
The entire cultivation world knew that the two people were notorious, but he could still ask questions like "How are you doing?" It sounded like a disguised mockery.
Xu Pingsheng wished he could dig out his head right then and there to see what was inside.
Xie Wuyang's usual clear voice came to my ears, "Not bad."
Xu Pingsheng felt so guilty that his scalp tingled. He nodded hastily, "If you guys are doing well, then I will..."
Before he could finish his words, Xie Wuyang suddenly spoke again, interrupting him, "But this is not the only thing you want to ask, right?"
"I..." Xu Pingsheng was stunned and raised his head in surprise.
Xie Wuyang glanced at the tightly closed door seemingly unintentionally, with a somewhat sarcastic smile on his lips, "Do you want to ask me if I'm the same as those two people? Or do you want to ask me..."
Xie Wuyang suppressed the smile on his lips, and a fierce look appeared between his brows. "Do you have any evil intentions towards your master? Are you betraying your master and ancestors? Is this a great treason?"
Xu Pingsheng's eyes trembled, his lips moved, and he subconsciously retorted, "That's not what I meant..."
A "yes" abruptly stopped Xu Pingsheng from speaking.
Xu Pingsheng choked in his throat and looked at him in disbelief.
Xie Wuyang was calm and composed, as if he had only spoken a few ordinary words. "Yun Wanzhou is more than just a master to me."
"You... do you know what you're talking about?" Xu Pingsheng was so shocked that he stuttered, "You said that you were talking to Yun Xianzun... Yun Xianzun..."
Xie Wuyang said frankly, "He knows what I'm thinking, but he's different from me."
Xu Pingsheng didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief. This incident was undoubtedly a bolt of thunder that blew his sea of consciousness to pieces, and his mind could not calm down for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, Xu Pingsheng moved his trembling lips, "You are really ridiculous..."
Xie Wuyang didn't reply. His back revealed loneliness and desolation as he turned around and walked towards the second room.
Xu Pingsheng followed closely behind him.
The corridor was empty, and the candlelight had burned for a long time and was reaching its end. The light was dim, casting the shadows of two people.
There is always a distance between them, not close, but not distant.
Just like the two people who had always kept in touch with Yun Wanzhou in Cangqiong Mountain.
It was quiet all around, and only two very light footsteps could be heard.
Just as he was about to reach the door of Room No. 5, Xie Wuyang suddenly stopped.
His voice was slightly hoarse, sounding difficult yet pitiful. It echoed through the corridor and landed in Xu Pingsheng's ears. "I find this ridiculous myself."
He said so.
Xu Pingsheng didn't understand for a moment, and only came to his senses after a while, remembering the last words he left when the two of them ended the conversation just now -
"You are ridiculous..."
For a moment, he even wanted to ask Xie Wuyang, "Since you yourself think it's ridiculous, why do you admit it so readily? Why do you choose to indulge yourself?"
His upbringing stopped him.
He suddenly couldn't understand why Xie Wuyang's feelings for Yun Wanzhou were called absurd when they were all friendships, the love between relatives and friends, the love between teachers and mentors, and the love between men and women.
If he hadn't fanned the flames when Xie Wuyang's demonic identity was exposed, if he had stopped Xie Wuyang from being tortured before Yun Wanzhou, if the two of them hadn't fled to the demon world...
Wouldn’t this be absurd?
There are so many suspicious points about stealing the Nightmare Stone, why didn’t I think about it more that day?
I always owe them an apology.
Pulled by his thoughts, Xu Pingsheng's lips moved slightly and he spoke, "Junior brother, I..."
Xie Wuyang acted as if he didn't hear anything and walked straight to the closed door.
Xu Pingsheng had to swallow back the three words "I'm sorry" that were on his lips.
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