Chapter 156: Love Tribulation Only then did he vaguely understand what Qiong Rao had said...
Yun Wanzhou hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Xie Wuyang's voice was low and seductive: "What do you do when you miss me?"
Yun Wanzhou's eyes dodged, and his expression became a little unnatural.
When some people leave, you may not feel anything at first, but after a long time you realize that it is like a never-ending autumn rain, leaving behind eternal mud and dampness.
At first, he helped him create a soul, but when the result was unsatisfactory, he began to travel around, trying to find a method of resurrection that might not exist in the world.
Fu Zhitao often wrote him letters, rambling on about the trivialities of Cangqiong Mountain. Yun Wanzhou read them, yet he still felt lonely. It was as if someone had ripped a piece of flesh from his heart. Late at night, this feeling became even more intense.
Yun Wanzhou began to have difficulty falling asleep, and even when he did fall asleep, he would have frequent dreams, all of which were trivial things that had happened in Cangkong Mountain, from Xie Wuyang's childhood to his growth into a handsome young man.
In his dreams, he taught him how to practice sword, draw talismans, and took him to study the key techniques.
Xie Wuyang studied diligently, but due to the constraints within his body, he always achieved little. No matter how strong one's fighting spirit is, it will eventually be worn down.
Xie Wuyang disappeared one morning, neither greeting Yun Wanzhou nor attending the morning service with the Jiyuan Elders. Yun Wanzhou searched for him all day until sunset, finally finding him by the stream at the back of Cangqiong Mountain.
The young man curled up and hugged his body, sitting on a rock and staring at the stream, not knowing what he was looking at.
Until Yun Wanzhou came closer and sat down beside him.
At this point, their relationship was no longer as close as it had been in their childhood. Such solitude had become precious, and Yun Wanzhou, as their master, didn't even know where to begin.
Later, Xie Wuyang spoke first, "Master, how did you know I was here?"
"I've been looking for you for a long time, and then I remembered that when you were little you always liked to sneak off to the back hills."
Xie Wuyang buried his head between his knees and said in a muffled voice, "Master still understands me best."
Yun Wanzhou did not respond to this.
The two of them sat side by side until the sun completely disappeared from their sight, leaving only a fiery cloud, dyeing the stream red and also imprinting the melancholy and resentment between Xie Wuyang's brows.
The gentle breeze and the rustling of leaves brought back the young man's sad thoughts.
Xie Wuyang sighed and asked the question that had been bothering him all day, "I heard from other brothers that when immortal sects recruit disciples, they all look at their aptitude and spiritual roots. My aptitude is so poor, why would Master accept me?"
"Why do you think your qualifications are poor?"
Xie Wuyang felt that this question was a bit redundant, so he answered honestly: "The other brothers have reached the late stage of foundation building, but I can't even break through to Qi Refining."
So much time has passed that Yun Wanzhou no longer remembers how he answered this question at that time.
But the scene in his dream reappeared, and he miraculously remembered this trivial matter.
He said, "Being able to cultivate immortality is not just about cultivation. Doing good deeds, accumulating good results, and having a kind heart are the best qualifications for a cultivator."
Yun Wanzhou woke up from his dream. The moon was high outside the window, and it was still late at night.
He remembered what he said in his dream, "Do good deeds and accumulate good results," and the phrase "benevolent heart," and suddenly felt unprecedentedly confused.
Everyone says “good is rewarded and evil is punished”, but how many people in the world really believe that “good is rewarded and evil is punished”?
If the wicked live forever and the good try their best but get nothing, then what is the meaning of everything they uphold?
Yun Wanzhou thought of that person again.
He wanted to ask him whether it was really as he said, that he was an evil ghost from hell and the greatest devil in the world, and that his heart being gouged out was just retribution from heaven?
But if that was the case, why was he in so much pain? As if this retribution had fallen upon him as well?
Yun Wanzhou told himself that he thought of that person just by chance, he just wanted to find out the truth.
So he took out the dream candle from his arms and lit it.
He thought of a person's name and fell asleep again, falling into a dream.
But he didn't ask the prepared questions.
Did you forget? Or did you not want to?
Why did he wake up feeling upset, and then light a candle at night with the same question, over and over again, never getting tired of it?
Even though Yun Wanzhou tried his best to find excuses for his actions, he still had to admit—
He seemed.
I miss that person a little.
It was not until then that he vaguely understood the disaster that Qiongrao had mentioned.
It turned out to be a love disaster.
Time flies, but my longing for you remains.
Yun Wanzhou came back to his senses from his long-lost memories. The dream candle in his chest seemed to be lit again, slowly getting hot, bringing back countless late nights that he didn't want to recall.
Longing is rising, consciousness is fading.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly pulled away the hand that was holding Xie Wuyang, hugged his shoulders, and thought for a long time, still not knowing how to respond to him.
It is said that lovesickness is like a dream, and the dream created by the candle is like reality. At first, he was indeed confused, but it was not until he actually hugged this person and their breath was intertwined that he realized that those countless dreams had so many clues.
"I wrote you a letter..." Yun Wanzhou's breathing was a little unstable.
"What letter?" Xie Wuyang kissed the corner of Yun Wanzhou's lips and raised his head slightly, "I haven't seen it."
Yun Wanzhou said: "When you were not around..."
"I want to see." Xie Wuyang lowered his head and put his nose against his.
The hot breath on the lips added a bit more hazy ambiguity than a kiss.
For Yun Wanzhou, the memories of five hundred years ago have become vague.
But for Xie Wuyang, it seems like yesterday.
All those ordinary, intense, joyful and sad events were imprinted in his heart and he never forgot them.
The same person, similar situation, it was hard for Xie Wuyang not to associate some things with it. He remembered the dream in his youth, and Yun Wanzhou's eyes full of lust, and the hands holding the sword and drawing talismans caressing his passion.
"The letter has been burned..."
Before Yun Wanzhou could finish, Xie Wuyang kissed him again, his tongue probing through the gap between his lips and prying open his lips and teeth.
The belt is loose.
Xie Wuyang climbed up little by little along the scattered clothes. Wherever he went seemed to be on fire, burning Yun Wanzhou's lungs and making him tremble unconsciously.
Waist, chest, neck, shoulders...
Xie Wuyang's fingertips slid down Yun Wanzhou's arm inch by inch, and finally landed on his palm, and his five fingers forcefully inserted into the gaps between his fingers.
The five fingers are interlocked, leaving no gap.
Xie Wuyang stopped his movements and stopped kissing.
He just stared straight into Yun Wanzhou's eyes with his lustful eyes, and the devilish pattern on his forehead was revealed, bright and tempting.
When their eyes met, Yun Wanzhou realized a bit of shame and embarrassment from what they were doing, and turned his head away uncomfortably.
"I..." The voice came out of his mouth, and Yun Wanzhou realized that his voice was hoarse.
If someone who has experienced the world hears this, he will instantly know what they have just done.
Yun Wanzhou's ears were red as if they were about to bleed. He tried to break free from Xie Wuyang's grip, but he was surprisingly strong. He had no choice but to give in. He used his free hand to gather up his scattered clothes and said to Xie Wuyang thoughtfully, "It's getting late. I should go back..."
"I have never written a letter to Master." Xie Wuyang suddenly said.
Yun Wanzhou racked his brains for a long time before he finally found the beginning of Xie Wuyang's incoherent words.
Before he could think of how to answer, he heard Xie Wuyang speak again, "But I had a dream."
Yun Wanzhou thought of the Acacia Dream Candle he had used.
After all, he is an immortal and is unwilling to show weakness easily. Naturally, he does not want Xie Wuyang to know that he is willing to indulge in dreams and live a life of drunkenness and dreams just to see him again.
When Xie Wuyang mentioned "dream", Yun Wanzhou couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He pretended to be calm and asked, "What dream?"
Xie Wuyang didn't notice Yun Wanzhou's abnormality. He took his hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, then leaned close and whispered a few words in his ear.
Yun Wanzhou was shocked at first, then angry, and finally her face flushed red as she angrily kicked him, "How can you be so shameless?"
"Is this what you call shameless?" Xie Wuyang squeezed his hand and said meaningfully, "If I did something even more extreme, wouldn't I die a miserable death?"
Once a person loses his face, he will be invincible.
Yun Wanzhou was speechless, feeling frustrated and having no place to vent, so he pushed Xie Wuyang hard.
After all, Xie Wuyang was in the Mahayana stage. Although Yun Wanzhou used all his strength to push him, he was reluctant to use his spiritual power, so naturally he couldn't push him away.
Not only did Xie Wuyang not move at all, but when Yun Wanzhou withdrew his hand, he released half of his strength and pressed his entire body on Yun Wanzhou, fitting him perfectly.
When □□ are close to each other, some of the reactions in the body cannot be concealed.
When Yun Wanzhou noticed the change in Xie Wuyang, his face was full of excitement for a moment, and then his whole body froze and he dared not move.
"Are you really drunk?" Yun Wanzhou became suspicious.
Xie Wuyang nodded calmly, "Drunk."
Actually, he wasn't lying.
He had seen Yun Wanzhou with so many expressions today: calm, angry, happy, sad, and full of lust...
When Xie Wuyang thought that he was the only one who had seen Yun Wanzhou like this, he felt like he was dreaming, just like he was drunk.
Xie Wuyang wanted to kiss him again, so he lowered his head and moved closer, their breaths meeting.
Just as their lips were about to touch, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the hall.
Yun Wanzhou looked panicked and blocked Xie Wuyang's lips.
Xie Wuyang tidied up Yun Wanzhou's clothes and stood up with a gloomy expression.
"My Lord." The servant's voice came from behind.
"What is it?"
The faint blush on Yun Wanzhou's face had not faded.
Xie Wuyang didn't look back, his large figure mostly blocked the view of the person on the chair.
The attendant could only see half of the man's clothes. Remembering that Yun Xianzun from the Immortal Sect often came to the Demon Realm, he thought that the two were talking here.
"The two Demon Lords of the North and South heard that the demons have awakened and requested to see you."
"Didn't the Immortal Sect take them away?" Xie Wuyang asked.
The attendant truthfully said, "On the day of the war, the two demon lords were visiting old friends at Mount Qiwu."
"Meeting an old friend?" Xie Wuyang sneered, "I think you're afraid of death and have fled to Qiwu Mountain to avoid disaster."
The attendant asked cautiously, "Does the Demon Lord want to see you?"
Xie Wuyang said sarcastically, "Meet. Of course. Ask them to wait at the Changsheng Pavilion."
"Yes." The attendant bowed and withdrew.
Yun Wanzhou didn't stand up from his chair until the footsteps completely disappeared in the hall.
"I'll go back first." he said.
Perhaps because of the panic just now, the illusion technique lost its effect temporarily. The covered teardrop mole now looks like a dot of dark ink, dazzling.
Xie Wuyang's gaze couldn't help but linger on it, "Okay."
Yun Wanzhou lowered his head to smooth out the wrinkles on his robe and walked away.
Just as he was about to leave the palace, Xie Wuyang suddenly called him.
"Master."
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