Chapter 152 Ending "God is cruel, Yun Wanzhou, you are partial."...
Normally, Yun Wanzhou would have rebuked him for his "insubordination," but today, she simply followed his lead, wiped away her tears, and looked at Xie Wuyang with concern. "How are you feeling? Are you feeling any worse?"
Xie Wuyang pulled the corners of his lips and looked at him gently, "Master is so powerful, I don't feel any pain anymore."
"Okay..." Yun Wanzhou looked at him for a moment, then couldn't help but look away, her voice trembling, "I'm glad you're okay..."
Xie Wuyang is lying.
If it doesn't hurt, why is the body shaking so violently?
Yun Wanzhou knew it well, but he suppressed his sadness on his face.
He is the master, and his little disciple is seriously injured. He is his only support at this time. How can he show cowardice?
Even though he tried his best to endure it, when Xie Wuyang's chest shook violently and he coughed up blood, the trembling of his fingertips still betrayed him.
"Master..." Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on Yun Wanzhou's fingertips, his heart half filled with joy and half with sadness, which finally turned into a bitter feeling that lingered in his heart.
He and Yun Wanzhou had been entangled in two lifetimes, and what he had longed to see was Yun Wanzhou's fall to the mortal world, his composure shattered. But when his wish came true, he no longer wanted it.
Yun Wanzhou has no one close to him and no freedom in his life.
Qiongrao once understood him, but now he's gone. If he were gone too, who would be able to see the vulnerability beneath Yun Wanzhou's self-possession?
"I'm here." Yun Wanzhou suppressed the sobs in his throat and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. "The attic's barrier has been broken, and this place is about to collapse. Don't say anything yet, I'll take you out."
As he spoke, Yun Wanzhou pulled Xie Wuyang's arm around his neck, trying to help him stand up.
However, he had consumed too much spiritual energy and his body was weak. He suddenly became limp and fell on Xie Wuyang. His hand accidentally pressed on Xie Wuyang's chest, causing him to tremble with pain.
Yun Wanzhou's breath seemed to be buried by the smell of blood. Helplessness and anger seemed to devour him, condemning his incompetence.
Xie Wuyang suddenly held his hand, smiled and shook his head at him, "Master, forget it."
What's the matter?
Yun Wanzhou's mind went blank, as if he didn't understand what Xie Wuyang was saying.
"What do you mean?" After a moment, Yun Wanzhou blinked and asked softly.
Xie Wuyang coughed twice, the pain making his brows twist slightly, but the pain disappeared the moment he met Yun Wanzhou's gaze. "It's not worth wasting your energy on someone like me."
Someone like him?
What kind of person?
He was his disciple who he raised since childhood. He taught him reading and writing, martial arts and swordsmanship, and guided him to be good.
After more than a decade, he knew exactly what kind of person he was. How could it not be worth it?
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and said nothing.
But the fingertips held by Xie Wuyang shrank even tighter, like a frightened rabbit hiding in a cave, secretly observing the situation outside, which made Xie Wuyang's heart soften.
Yun Wanzhou had hidden himself for too long, so long that outsiders always saw him as a cold and distant Immortal Lord. So long that even after living together for several years in the previous life, he hadn't discovered any clues.
Yun Wanzhou is such a good person, but I discovered him so late.
Fate plays tricks on us.
Xie Wuyang looked at Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows carefully, as if he wanted to engrave every inch of this person in his heart, letting the reluctance and sadness spread in his heart.
"Master, don't feel sad for me."
When he said this, Yun Wanzhou's dried tears suddenly resurfaced and fell.
"It's been over ten years since you followed me up to Cang Qiong Mountain. Whether it's worth it or not is something that only I, your Master, can decide."
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved, and a hint of bitterness finally crossed his smile. "Not more than ten years."
Where is the more than ten years?
All in all, he had only spent a short year in Cangqiong Mountain since his rebirth.
The attic walls collapsed and rubble fell from the sky.
Yun Wanzhou naturally couldn't hear the hidden meaning in the words, but stubbornly raised his hands to wrap around Xie Wuyang's waist and picked him up.
In the desolate ruins, the broken snow hummed, and it exhausted its last bit of spiritual power to form a powerful barrier above the two people's heads.
Yun Wanzhou no longer had any extra spiritual energy to steer the sword.
His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his snow-white clothes were stained with blood, like a red plum blossom blooming in the middle.
Every step left a bloody footprint.
Song Duoyan's crazy laughter came from behind, lingering in his ears.
He said, "Even if I die, it wouldn't be unfair if there were people by my side."
“Even if I have nothing, I can see the face of the Immortal Lord Cang Qiong completely shattered before I die, which is a great joy in this life.”
His voice was shattered bit by bit by the sound of breaking stones and disappeared behind him. In the vast sky and earth, Xie Wuyang looked up and saw only Yun Wanzhou's familiar but broken eyes.
The black fog dissipated, the sky was clear blue and the sunlight was dazzling.
A dazzling ray of light passed by the two of them and landed on the ruins of the attic.
Xie Wuyang recognized it; it was the divine light of a god descending to earth.
This catastrophe in the mortal world has already alarmed the nine heavens.
Song Duoyan is probably in great danger.
Xie Wuyang was thinking distractedly.
Yun Wanzhou's embrace was warm and strong, with the fragrance of grass and trees mixed with the smell of blood, like first snow stained with mud.
Xie Wuyang clutched his collar tightly, clinging to his last bond in this world.
He thought that seeing Yun Wanzhou crying for him was a long-cherished wish come true, right?
Maybe God has been kind to him, but he has never seen it clearly.
Now that things have come to this, it's time for him to put everything back in place.
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved slightly, and it took him a long while to find his voice, "Master..."
Yun Wanzhou did not respond, but Xie Wuyang knew that he must have heard it.
His throat was choked with sobs, and the words he was about to say kept circling in his mind.
Xie Wuyang's hand, clutching Yun Wanzhou's collar, was trembling. A sour feeling welled up in his nose. Tears seemed to be uncontrollable and ready to burst out at any moment. "I'm sorry..."
Yun Wanzhou tightened his grip on Xie Wuyang, as if afraid he would fall. "What are you sorry for?"
He was afraid that Xie Wuyang would fall asleep, so he barely spared the energy to talk to him, completely unaware of the inner struggle his little disciple was going through.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang finally spoke again, "I've been hiding something for a long time."
It's been so long that I've been dreaming about it, and it's been so long that I've believed it to be true.
Yun Wanzhou patiently asked, "What's the matter?"
Xie Wuyang's shoulders twitched twice, and his voice became increasingly hoarse. "Master, do you believe in the reversal of time and space, and resurrection from the dead?"
The white light in front of me is getting closer and closer.
The moment the attic collapsed, Yun Wanzhou rushed out of the ruins with him, but he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, accidentally throwing Xie Wuyang several steps away.
The disciples of the immortal sect should have reached the foot of the mountain by now, and the people at the foot of the mountain should have escaped safely.
Most of Cangqiong Mountain was destroyed and lifeless.
Yun Wanzhou didn't care about the wounds on his body. He knelt down and crawled to Xie Wuyang's side. He raised his hands to hold him in his arms and checked the wounds on Xie Wuyang's body with a helpless look.
"No...nothing wrong. Are you injured anywhere?"
Xie Wuyang grabbed Yun Wanzhou's hand, which he was frantically checking, and shook his head.
His heart meridians were damaged and he was on the verge of death, so this injury was nothing.
But Yun Wanzhou stubbornly used his weak spiritual power to heal the new wounds on Xie Wuyang's body, as if as long as these wounds were healed, Xie Wuyang would become the carefree boy he used to be, following Yun Wanzhou and calling him "Master".
Unfortunately, everything is in vain.
If Yun Wanzhou knew his true identity and knew that the person who died was not his disciple, would he not be so regretful and sad?
Xie Wuyang didn't stop Yun Wanzhou from transferring his spiritual energy. He stared at Yun Wanzhou's furrowed brows for a long while, then suddenly raised his hand to smooth his forehead. "Why didn't I notice you liked frowning so much before?"
Yun Wanzhou seemed not to hear what he said, and the spiritual power in his hands flickered.
Xie Wuyang sighed, his fingertips lingering on Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows, and finally landed on Yun Wanzhou's lips, wiping away the blood stains that had been stained on him at some unknown time.
"Maybe after I die, the real Xie Wuyang will come back."
The continuous flow of spiritual power suddenly stopped, and Yun Wanzhou looked at Xie Wuyang in disbelief.
Once you start talking about something, it becomes easier to do the rest.
Xie Wuyang's expression softened, as if he saw the long years five hundred years later through Yun Wanzhou's face.
His voice became very soft, almost like a dream mumbling, making it difficult for Yun Wanzhou to tell whether it was true or false.
But the spiritual power that is exhausted in the body is real, and the warm body temperature of the person in the arms is also real.
"You're so smart, you must have noticed something." Xie Wuyang paused and continued, "Yun Wanzhou, I'm not your disciple."
Like a bolt from the blue, Yun Wanzhou's fingertips trembled and his ears suddenly became deaf.
All the past events flashed through my mind like a fleeting scene, from the young child in the snow to the young man lying in a sea of blood.
Yun Wanzhou even suspected that he had heard it wrong, or that Xie Wuyang was just joking to comfort him.
His soul had long since disappeared, leaving only his body stiffly kneeling on the spot. He asked Xie Wuyang in an obscure tone, "Then who are you?"
Xie Wuyang's chest heaved, and he spoke with great difficulty. "I come from five hundred years later. I am a demon who brought disaster to the world and was eventually killed by the joint efforts of the immortal sects. Yun Wanzhou..."
Xie Wuyang looked at him and suddenly laughed out loud, tears rolling down his cheeks, "I am an evil ghost who came to seek your life..."
"Possessing another's body won't change time and space." Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and forced himself to think calmly about Xie Wuyang's words.
"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Xie Wuyang's fingertips drooped from Yun Wanzhou's cheek, curling up slightly on the ground, "But it's the truth. Like Song Duoyan, I once wanted to slaughter everyone in the world and seize the Nightmare Stone. It was you who stopped me."
Yun Wanzhou's lips trembled, "Me?"
"Yes." Xie Wuyang's eyes fell on the broken snow, his voice hoarse, "I died under your Broken Snow Sword."
Following Xie Wuyang's gaze, Yun Wanzhou looked at the broken snow around his waist, his eyes trembling suddenly, "What did you say?"
He said...
Did he die by his own sword?
Everything in front of him had a huge impact on Yun Wanzhou, making him dizzy and his forehead buzzing.
He told himself that it was all just a dream, an illusion, a trap set by Song Duoyan to alienate them.
However, Xie Wuyang always easily destroyed all of this with his own hands.
His body was in pieces, having reached the limit of what he could bear. In his confused mind, he blurted out all the truths that he would never say in his life, blocking all of Yun Wanzhou's escape routes.
"Yun Wanzhou," Xie Wuyang's vision gradually blurred, "I hate him so much."
Yun Wanzhou moved his lips, wanting to ask him "what do you hate", but Xie Wuyang continued speaking himself.
"He and I have the same name and surname, and we're both lonely and helpless. Why did he end up meeting you?" Xie Wuyang's lips curled into a bitter smile. "He has a master who loves him and a family to return to. But I can only live in infamy and be cursed."
Xie Wuyang rambled on and on about his jealousy. Perhaps he was truly confused, for in the end, he forced his blurry vision to meet Yun Wanzhou's eyes and complained, "God is cruel, Yun Wanzhou, you are biased."
Yun Wanzhou didn't know what to say, so she just held his hand tighter.
Their relationship was turned upside down, from master and apprentice to sworn enemies.
But Yun Wanzhou still refused to believe it.
He raised Xie Wuyang since he was a child. Even if he took over someone else's body and his personality suddenly changed, how could he not recognize him?
The person in my arms says that he is an unforgivable criminal, but is there really a devil who is willing to sacrifice himself just to restore peace to the world?
What went wrong?
At what step did it go wrong?
Yun Wanzhou was thinking randomly when someone suddenly pulled his sleeve.
When he lowered his eyes, he met Xie Wuyang's cloudy eyes.
Those eyes could no longer see clearly what was happening, but at that moment, Yun Wanzhou seemed to see the child who had hugged him in the snow many years ago, seeking hope for life.
"Immortal... Immortal... please save me..."
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons alternate, and more than ten years pass in the blink of an eye.
Different times, different pictures, yet they overlap strangely.
Xie Wuyang's face was covered in blood, tears and blood mixed together, and he looked in a miserable state. No one who saw him would believe that he had once sat in a high position and treated human lives as worthless.
Xie Wuyang's voice was almost pleading, trembling with difficulty, "Can I still call you Master?"
Now that the truth is out and Yun Wanzhou knows everything, is he still willing to let him call him Master again?
Yun Wanzhou's heart clenched uncomfortably, and he opened his lips with difficulty, "I..."
"I……"
The words of agreement were stuck in his throat. No matter how Yun Wanzhou opened and closed his lips, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Xie Wuyang's mood went from anticipation to disappointment, then to relief, and finally he smiled nonchalantly, "Forget it. If people five hundred years from now knew that the Demon Lord, who dominated the cultivation world, became a disciple of the Immortal Lord of the Immortal Sect, they would probably laugh their heads off. This is better, at least you won't be so sad after I'm gone."
It felt like someone had dug a piece of Yun Wanzhou's heart out, and the pain spread throughout his body.
Xie Wuyang's breathing gradually became more and more difficult, and the sound of his chest rising and falling was almost inaudible.
Yun Wanzhou listened to his last words in a daze.
"Do you remember... the soul-making technique?" Xie Wuyang recalled the contents of the book "Nameless" bit by bit. He had only glanced at it at the time, but because of his original body's life experience, he paid attention to it and it really came in handy. "After I die, if Xie Wuyang doesn't return, you will..."
Xie Wuyang placed his hands on the ground, leaned close to Yun Wanzhou's ear, and whispered softly, "Use Zhuxie as the soul guide and this body as a puppet to reshape his soul."
After saying that, Xie Wuyang's hands collapsed and he asked worriedly, "Do you understand?"
Although this technique is forbidden, it can be a useful method if used in the right way.
This was the last thing he could do for Yun Wanzhou.
I just don’t know if someone like Yun Wanzhou is willing to take this step?
At the end of his consciousness, Xie Wuyang raised his hand and moved it up along Yun Wanzhou's clothes little by little, tracing his familiar eyebrows and eyes, and finally stopped at the corner of his lips, remembering that he had left a mark on this lip.
He stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips and stopped being so bold.
"Yun Wanzhou..." he said, "Do I owe you something?"
That's why God punished him with two bad lives, both of which were killed by Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang felt his heartbeat slowing down and the blood in his body drying up bit by bit.
The body temperature of the person holding him became more and more distinct, while he was gradually invaded by the cold.
He is going to die.
The second time...
At the very end, he seemed to hear Yun Wanzhou whisper something in his ear.
He was unable to identify what it was.
Xie Wuyang's breathing gradually stopped, and his body gradually became colder in Yun Wanzhou's arms.
The ruins are desolate and the world is bleak.
Yun Wanzhou hugged him tightly, pressing her cheek against Xie Wuyang's chest. Her tears soaked the clothes on her chest, and she choked with sobs, "I didn't deny you..."
Xie Wuyang would never hear it again.
…
The war between immortals and demons officially ended more than ten days later.
During this period, the Immortal Sect recuperated, settled the refugees, and killed the remnants of the demon clan. Song Duoyan's puppet army was completely wiped out, but Song Duoyan, the culprit of all, was missing.
Also disappeared were the immortal model and respected immortal Yun Wanzhou, and his disciple Xie Wuyang.
"Later, some people claimed that they had seen the immortal in front of the ruins of the attic in the sky. He had an immortal look and temperament, but his face was haggard and his expression was sad. No one knew the reason why the black fog that swallowed the sky and blocked the sun disappeared. But if you think about it, who doesn't know that it was Yun Wanzhou's doing?" The storyteller waved his fan and slapped the table, his voice loud and clear.
There was applause from the stands.
The stories told by the storyteller changed one after another, and the audience in the audience also changed one after another.
Time flies.
Flowers bloom and fall, seasons change.
This was the end of the war.
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