Chapter 141: Breathing "I will sleep with Master."
Xie Wuyang returned the book to Yun Wanzhou and said, "Master, please take him back to the Immortal Sect."
Yun Wanzhou took the book and stuffed it into his sleeve, his expression unchanged. "I've already made it clear to my senior brother. You'll return with me."
Xu Pingsheng looked back and forth between the two of them vaguely.
Xie Wuyang stood up and patted the wrinkles on his clothes, "I'm not going back."
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips seriously, "Don't be willful."
Xie Wuyang said nothing and turned away neatly.
He didn't want his meeting with Yun Wanzhou to end normally, but he also didn't want to go back to that extremely uncomfortable immortal gate.
When he reached his room door, Yun Wanzhou caught up with him. "Bring Tu Si back to the Immortal Sect. After verifying his identity, we can also prove your innocence."
"Prove what? Prove that I, like Tu Si, am a puppet created by Song Duoyan?"
"You're different from him."
Xie Wuyang sneered and turned around. "Master, you are too naive. I have seen too much evil and peril in this world. I am deeply trapped in the dark quagmire that Master has never set foot in. Master thinks that I am different from puppets, so it is natural to assume that the immortal sect members are the same? If they know, they will only speculate more about me and tie me to Song Duoyan!"
The word "innocent" seemed a bit inappropriate to describe Yun Xianzun. Even Yun Wanzhou himself was stunned. He had never expected that he had already been labeled as "innocent" in his disciple's heart, leaving him with no way to refute.
Yun Wanzhou's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to speak again, but Xie Wuyang pushed open the door first.
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and pressed against the door frame, pushing it back the moment the crack widened. "I'm worried about you being here."
Xie Wuyang's eyes darkened, "What is there about me that Master should be worried about?"
Yun Wanzhou said: "You are my disciple."
Here it comes again, the same sentence.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and twisted his temples, feeling a sharp pain like a needle prick.
He pursed his dry and bitter lips and almost growled, "But do you know that I am not yours at all..."
"Bang——"
The door to his side was suddenly violently slammed open. Xu Pingsheng, holding a sword in one hand and a talisman in the other, looked at the two men with gritted teeth, "Uncle Master, Junior Brother, this is not good."
Xie Wuyang's heart was beating violently, and the words on his lips stopped abruptly, "What's wrong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful palm wind suddenly came from the house. Xu Pingsheng subconsciously raised his sword, and the door slammed shut, but was split into pieces by the palm.
A strange black mist emerged from the house, accompanied by the sound of "tapping" footsteps, gradually approaching, revealing a strange figure.
His face was covered by a black robe, revealing a sharp chin and pale, chapped lips.
Before Xu Pingsheng could come to his senses, the man flashed and slammed out with another palm, knocking Xu Pingsheng back several steps.
Xu Pingsheng's internal organs were dislocated, new injuries were added to old injuries, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground.
The huge pressure above his head seemed to push him into the quagmire.
Just as he was about to collapse, a long sword shining with silver light broke through the air and stabbed in front of Xu Pingsheng with a "swish", forming an invisible protective barrier.
Xu Pingsheng's whole body relaxed, and the hand holding Feng Ling suddenly loosened, and he collapsed to the ground.
Xie Wuyang was quick to go over and help him.
"Is it okay?"
Xu Pingsheng's eyes were full of stars, and he shook his head. "Not bad."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and looked up at the man in black robe, "Tu Si... He wants to take Tu away..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure fell from the sky and landed in front of the man in black robe.
Tu Si broke free from his restraints at some point, leaving a dark hole in his chest, but not a drop of blood, as if his life had stopped and he was unconscious.
He stretched out his right arm, blocking the black-robed man in front of him, his brows sharp, showing a protective posture.
"Tu Si." The man in black robe opened his thin lips and gave an order.
Tu Si gathered the demonic energy in his palm, stepped on the ground with his toes, and flew out across the sky like a sharp sword, smashing the snow-transformed barrier.
“Crack—”
The barrier shattered into pieces.
Xie Wuyang kicked his feet and slid a few steps with Xu Pingsheng, barely avoiding Tu Si's attack.
At the same time, Yun Wanzhou flew up and pulled out the broken snow to meet the attack.
The forces collided, the pressure spread, and the sound of bones breaking was heard.
Tu Si's arms were compressed inward in a strange posture, like rice paper being crumpled and flattened, but the expression on his face was indifferent and seemed strangely numb.
Just as Yun Wanzhou was activating his spiritual power and preparing to strike a decisive blow, a figure slammed out a palm at an extremely fast speed, hitting him on the back.
"Master, be careful!" Xie Wuyang's pupils trembled and he subconsciously moved forward.
But it was too late.
Yun Wanzhou reacted extremely quickly, gathering the broken snow to block, but was still broken by the force, and his chest trembled continuously.
The strong wind from the collision of forces caused the black robe to rise and fall, occasionally revealing half of the face of the person underneath the robe. A pair of beautiful upward eyebrows and eyes were visible in the paleness, but they were full of gloom and ridicule. "Immortal Venerable."
Song Duoyan raised the corner of his lips, as if mocking, "I'll take this person away first. We'll meet again later."
As soon as he finished speaking, black mist rose up around him and enveloped him and Tu Si in a moment, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yun Wanzhou's body swayed, and just before he collapsed, a hand supported his shoulders and pulled him into a warm embrace.
Xie Wuyang's urgent call came from above his head, "Master!"
Yun Wanzhou swallowed the blood that was about to gush out of his throat, turned his head slightly, and met Xie Wuyang's anxious and worried eyes.
"I'm fine." Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and placed it on Xie Wuyang's forearm, shaking his head in a soothing manner.
Xie Wuyang held Yun Wanzhou's hand tightly, without relaxing at all.
Xu Pingsheng stood up and walked to the side of the two. His eyes lingered for a moment on Xie Wuyang's hand supporting Yun Wanzhou, and he subtly looked away. "Uncle Master, Junior Brother. We can't stay here for long. There's no guarantee that the demons won't attack again. Let's go back to Cangqiong Mountain first."
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and looked at Yun Wanzhou's pale face. He struggled for a moment, but finally nodded, "Okay."
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The mountain road leading to Cangqiong Mountain is winding, with lush greenery and towering trees on both sides.
Xie Wuyang followed behind Yun Wanzhou and passed through the barrier of the mountain gate. As his spiritual power fluctuated, the mountain scenery under the sky appeared before his eyes.
It seems like a lifetime ago.
When he left the Lianwu Sect in a panic, Xie Wuyang thought that he would never set foot in the immortal sect again in his life.
Unexpectedly, he came back.
His gaze drifted forward, then fell on Yun Wanzhou, like a petal floating in the air suddenly finding solid ground. Seeing Yun Wanzhou stumble and hold on to his limit, Xie Wuyang quickly grasped his arm and pursed his lips unhappily. "Master, why don't you go back and rest first? Leave the report to the Sect Leader to me and Senior Brother Xu."
Yun Wanzhou looked at him, and with difficulty raised the corners of his lips, revealing a stiff arc, "It's okay."
Xie Wuyang always felt that Yun Wanzhou seemed to be smiling at him, although this smile didn't really look like a smile.
"Are you afraid that the head master will give me a hard time?"
Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes and said nothing, walking forward with concentration.
Xu Pingsheng came to the rescue at the right time, "Xie Junior Brother, what you said makes sense. With the war imminent, Uncle Master should pay more attention to his health."
"Master... Uncle is really worried about him. Why don't you take Junior Brother Xie back with you? I will explain to Master later."
No wonder Xu Pingsheng made such a fuss.
Song Duoyan had intended to win with one strike when he made that palm strike, so he used 100% of his strength in the attack.
If it weren't for the top-grade spiritual weapon like Broken Snow that took most of the attack, and Yun Wanzhou's own high level of cultivation, he would probably have been beaten to pieces by this palm.
The power of that palm strike landed on the chest, causing the entire body to go numb. Even after a long time had passed, that powerful pressure still lingered, dissipating the blood color from Yun Wanzhou's face.
Wu Hanfeng was prejudiced against Xie Wuyang, and seeing him like this again, he was likely to vent his anger on him.
After analyzing the pros and cons, Yun Wanzhou nodded, "Alright."
In the courtyard of the Immortal Lord's residence, the peach tree had already passed its peak blooming season, and petals were scattered all over the ground.
Some faded, some turned to dust and mud.
The fragrance of peach blossoms in the air has become faint after several rains, and it can be vaguely seen in the breath. When you want to smell it carefully, you just can't catch it.
Xie Wuyang caught a glimpse of a falling petal above Yun Wanzhou's head and subconsciously raised his hand to brush it away for him. Yun Wanzhou stopped in his tracks and frowned at him, "What's wrong?"
Xie Wuyang opened his palm and smiled at him, "Master, flowers have bloomed on your head."
These words sounded too much like a tease, completely losing the disciple's sense of propriety towards his master.
Yun Wanzhou subconsciously glanced around to make sure no cleaning disciples were passing by. He breathed a sigh of relief, but was still annoyed by Xie Wuyang's lack of tact. He raised his hand and waved it across his palm. Spiritual energy swept the petals and flew far away. "Gone."
His voice was cold and hard.
Xie Wuyang had seen Yun Wanzhou act so arrogantly too many times, and it was rare for him to see someone like him showing some childishness. His heart suddenly melted, and he said "hmm" softly. Seeing the tiredness between his brows, he couldn't bear to tease him anymore, and took him back to the house.
Yun Wanzhou's room was quiet and plain, just like him, without too much decoration. Apart from a painting of birds and animals in front of the bed, there was nothing else.
Xie Wuyang followed him all the way into the inner room until Yun Wanzhou sat on the bed. Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "You're not leaving?"
"I'm not leaving." Xie Wuyang casually sat down on the bed and looked up at Yun Wanzhou. "I'll sleep with Master."
As he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Yun Wanzhou's ear, which suddenly blushed, and Xie Wuyang realized how misleading his words were. It was more like the whispering and playful teasing of lovers.
Even Xie Wuyang, who realized it belatedly and came to his senses, began to feel embarrassed and hurriedly explained, "Master, don't misunderstand me, I won't go to bed..."
Why not go to bed? Isn't this just trying to cover up the truth and making things worse?
Realizing what he had said, Xie Wuyang wished he could bite off his tongue. Two balls of fire suddenly appeared on his cheeks, like bright red clouds of fire.
Xie Wuyang felt hot all over and stammered, "That's not what I meant..."
The more you explain, the more pale it becomes.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Master, please take a rest. I'll just watch over you."
"How can I sleep with you staring at me like that?"
Xie Wuyang said, "I can help Master drive away the flies."
It was May or June, and flies and insects were ready to move.
But there is a barrier around the Immortal Lord’s residence all year round, so where would there be any flies?
Yun Wanzhou stared at Xie Wuyang quietly for a long time, and understood the trick in his mind.
I should refuse, Yun Wanzhou thought.
But for some reason, the simple word "no" brewed in my heart for a long time, but was swallowed back when it came to my lips.
Yun Wanzhou closed his eyes, turned over, out of sight, out of mind, turned his back to Xie Wuyang, and simply kept silent.
The room was silent. After an unknown amount of time, a shallow and calm breathing sound was heard.
Xie Wuyang lay on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Yun Wanzhou's back, his scapula visible. He lowered his voice and called out, "Master?"
No response.
Xie Wuyang supported himself on the side of the bed with both hands, and slowly stood up and approached, "Master?"
Crow-feather-like eyelashes cast shadows, the cold eyes were slightly closed, and the thin lips were slightly parted, revealing tranquility and comfort.
The sleeping Immortal Lord was different from before. He no longer kept people at a distance. He was like a cat with its claws retracted, exposing its belly to those it trusted.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but bend his head, his eyes sliding down Yun Wanzhou's cheek.
It's funny, I see it every day, but I can never see enough of it, just like a pot of water suddenly appears when you are about to die of thirst in the desert, making you addicted and fascinated.
When his gaze fell on her lips, Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled, and ripples appeared everywhere like a stone falling into the lake. It was impossible to calm down anymore, and he lowered his head little by little.
I was bold enough, but afraid of waking up the sleeping butterfly, so I just touched it lightly, feeling the blending of breath and the soft touch of lips.
Desire grows.
Just as Xie Wuyang was becoming more and more presumptuous and wanted to take a step closer, a loud "bang" was heard outside the door.
Xie Wuyang paused, withdrew his body almost instantly, and looked outside the door.
In fact, Xie Wuyang was not afraid of others discovering his feelings for Yun Wanzhou. During the years he had been active in the world of cultivation, people had been constantly spreading rumors about him. To Xie Wuyang, their opinions were no longer worth mentioning.
But Xie Wuyang didn't want to hastily insult Yun Wanzhou's reputation.
When the sound came, Xie Wuyang was a little flustered.
But when he turned around and saw the face of the person who came, the panic disappeared without a trace.
Facing Jiang Shutong's surprised expression, Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows provocatively. His fingertips tucked the hair by Yun Wanzhou's ear, and he asked silently, "What can I do for you?"
Jiang Shutong was startled back to his senses by his action. His hand holding the door frame trembled suddenly, and cracks gradually appeared on his jade-like face, which was completely cracked in the silent eye contact.
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