Chapter 159: Wuxiang Wuxiang Villa was built for hundreds of years, but it was completely destroyed...
Not knowing what he was thinking of, Xie Wuyang's eyes darkened. He strode towards Gu Xun's coffin and ripped open the collar of the corpse.
The exposed skin was covered with purple veins like tree branches, starting from the heart and spreading throughout the body.
Without much evidence, Xie Wuyang guessed everything and said in a deep voice, "Gu Xun is an evil cultivator."
After seeing what happened to Gu Xun, Yun Wanzhou's expression became even uglier.
"Practicing evil methods is prone to demonic possession." Xie Wuyang placed two fingers on Gu Xun's chest, probing deeply with his demonic energy. "Gu Xun must have gone astray in his evil practice. The disciples of the villa were caught off guard and were all killed by the insane Gu Xun."
In this way, Gu Xun's suicide is much easier to explain.
"When Gu Xun woke up, he realized that his momentary greed had caused a river of bloodshed at the villa. Unable to bear the guilt, he committed suicide." Xie Wuyang straightened Gu Xun's clothes and turned to look at Yun Wanzhou. "Master, do you think I'm right?"
Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyelids slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xie Wuyang did not insist on asking for his answer, but instead used his magic energy to draw something on Gu Xun's body.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang stopped moving. The demonic energy on Gu Xun's body condensed into the shape of a formation, and the demonic energy was surging and ready to explode.
"I will give you justice." Yun Wanzhou's voice came to my ears.
Xie Wuyang was stunned at first, and it took him a while to understand the meaning of Yun Wanzhou's words.
They could tell at a glance that the destruction of Wuxiang Sect was the work of an evil cultivator, and the people from the Xian Sect must have seen it long ago.
Even so, they still ignored the truth and pinned this reputation on Xie Wuyang. It is easy to imagine what they were planning.
Xie Wuyang smiled and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Yun Wanzhou thought for a moment, then raised his eyes and said seriously, "Go find Gu Shiyun."
As the only surviving disciple of Wuxiang Villa, he must make Gu Shiyun remember everything.
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The formation that Xie Wuyang had just set up was a teleportation formation.
In addition to Gu Xun's body, they also selected the bodies of two disciples to set up this formation, waiting to take these bodies with them when they went to the Immortal Gate.
This incident dealt a heavy blow to Yun Wanzhou. On the way to the ancestral hall, Xie Wuyang didn't hear Yun Wanzhou say another word.
Xie Wuyang was used to being notorious, so he didn't think too much about whether he would be charged with another crime that would lead to the extermination of his entire family.
But when he saw Yun Wanzhou cared so much, Xie Wuyang also became serious.
When the two men rushed to the ancestral hall, Gu Shiyun was still in the original corner, motionless, as if he was asleep.
Yun Wanzhou stepped forward and was about to wake him up when Xie Wuyang suddenly reached out to stop him, "Master."
Yun Wanzhou turned around in confusion.
Xie Wuyang was afraid of waking Gu Shiyun up, so he lowered his voice and said, "I have a way that may help Gu Shiyun return to normal."
"What method?" Yun Wanzhou asked.
Xie Wuyang said: "Recreate the scene of that day and fight poison with poison."
"You can try the dream-making technique." Yun Wanzhou instantly understood Xie Wuyang's idea.
At this time, Gu Shiyun was asleep and unaware, which was the best time to use the dream-making technique.
Xie Wuyang sat cross-legged in front of Gu Shiyun, "Master, protect me."
Yun Wanzhou summoned the broken snow and formed a Taoist barrier.
The magic pattern on Xie Wuyang's forehead lit up. He put his index fingers together, raised his hand and lightly touched Gu Shiyun's forehead.
The evil energy is in motion and the dream is created.
Xie Wuyang opened his eyes and pointed another finger at Gu Shiyun's chest.
This is to peek into the mind and enter the dream.
The world was spinning and the scene was changing.
Xie Wuyang was still in the ancestral hall, but he was already in a dream.
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Time passed bit by bit, and when Xie Wuyang opened his eyes again, an hour had passed.
Yun Wanzhou still stayed by his side, and responded the moment he woke up, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Xie Wuyang shook his head and his eyes fell on Gu Shiyun in front of him.
He had just witnessed the whole process in his dream. Just as he thought, Gu Xun had secretly practiced evil magic and gone astray.
He already had profound cultivation, and it became even worse after he was possessed by the devil. All the disciples in his sect were concerned about his status as the leader and held back, so in the end, the entire sect was slaughtered.
Gu Shiyun was protected by a senior brother and thus escaped the disaster.
Unfortunately, he went mad after witnessing his fellow disciples being slaughtered and his master committing suicide.
Xie Wuyang withdrew his hand from Gu Shiyun. Gu Shiyun's eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes.
"Who... are you?" Excessive energy consumption made his throat hoarse and his eyes were blurred for a long time. He only came to his senses when he saw Xie Wuyang's face.
Gu Shiyun suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Xie Wuyang's neck. His expression was furious as he roared, "It's you! You're the one who harmed Master! What on earth did you do to my Master?!"
"Gu Shiyun, calm down." Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and grabbed Gu Shiyun's arm. "Your master's matter was not caused by him."
"Who else could it be if not him?!" Gu Shiyun's eyes were bloodshot, clearly blinded by hatred. "He must have used some evil magic to make my master become like that after he left! It had to be him!!"
Yun Wanzhou struck Gu Shiyun's wrist with his palm and shouted sternly, "It's your master who practiced evil magic!"
Gu Shiyun felt a pain in his wrist and abruptly withdrew his hand. He looked up in shock and asked, "What did you say?"
Yun Wanzhou helped Xie Wuyang up from the ground. When he saw the red marks on Xie Wuyang's neck, he pursed his lips unhappily.
Xie Wuyang rubbed his neck, which was pinched by him, and sneered: "His body is still in the cemetery. If you don't believe it, you can go and see it."
Gu Shiyun didn't believe it at first, but when Gu Xun's body was placed in front of him, the backlash from the evil magic destroyed his faith bit by bit.
He remembered many details that he had previously overlooked.
Why did Gu Xun go down the mountain every month? Why did he retreat every once in a while? And why did he always hide in the ancestral hall alone, with a strange look on his face when he was found?
turn out to be……
His respected master turned out to be an evil cultivator...
Gu Shiyun's knees softened and he knelt down in front of Gu Xun's coffin, looking at the numerous tombs in front of him and bursting into tears.
The whole family is overturned, the whole family is overturned!
Wuxiang Villa was built for hundreds of years, but it was completely destroyed by his master.
He lay on the ground, trembling all over, as if he wanted to bury himself in the grave with his fellow disciples, and never wanted to face the lonely world again.
Until Yun Wanzhou patted his shoulder and whispered, "My condolences."
"Immortal Venerable..." Gu Shiyun choked up, "Is all this my master's fault?"
"Good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished." Yun Wanzhou replied.
"But he has never... harmed any of the disciples in the sect."
So over the years, no one has discovered that Gu Xun is practicing evil magic.
He behaved so uprightly and honestly, taught his fellow apprentices magic and brought them up, so how could he have gone astray?
Gu Xun died and no one could give him an answer.
After an unknown amount of time, Gu Shiyun's emotions gradually calmed down.
It was already late and the sun had set.
They collected the remains of the other disciples and erected new tombstones for them, leaving only the bodies of Gu Xun and two other disciples.
"I've been in a daze these days, and I often dream about the days when I practiced sword with my fellow disciples." Gu Xun said in a hoarse voice.
Xie Wuyang said ruthlessly: "Living a life of drunkenness and dreams is never a good thing."
Gu Shiyun smiled, a smile that was bitter and a little relieved, "You are quite different from what was rumored."
Yun Wanzhou took the opportunity to speak, "Actually, we came here this time to ask for a favor."
"Your Excellency, please feel free to speak."
Yun Wanzhou: "After Wuxiang was destroyed, the Immortal Sect pointed the finger at Xie Wuyang as the murderer. I would like to ask you to come forward to clarify the truth and give justice to the innocent people."
Gu Shiyun's gaze shifted slightly and landed on Xie Wuyang. "Since Lord Xie saved me, I will certainly do my best. However, it's getting late. Why don't you two stay here for the night and set off tomorrow?"
Yun Wanzhou caught a glimpse of the dark circles under Xie Wuyang's eyes and nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
Wuxiangmen had been abandoned for a long time, and most of the houses were covered in dust. The three of them searched for a long time before they found two rooms that were barely habitable.
Gu Shiyun looked embarrassed, "I'll clean another room for the Immortal Venerable..."
"That's fine." Yun Wanzhou calmly stopped him, "Let's leave it at that for today."
As he said this, he stepped into the room and lit the light.
Gu Shiyun was left alone with Xie Wuyang, feeling uneasy.
Yun Wanzhou is well-known for not wanting to get close to others, let alone living with others.
Then wouldn't the remaining room let him...
Although his opinion of Xie Wuyang has changed today, Gu Shiyun still can't help shivering every time he thinks of the rumors.
Just when he was wondering whether he should take the initiative to ask Xie Wuyang for his opinion, the person beside him suddenly moved, brushed past his shoulder, walked straight into Yun Wanzhou's room, and closed the door in his face.
Gu Shiyun was silent in the night wind.
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In the room, Yun Wanzhou sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, as if preparing to enter a state of meditation.
The dim candlelight cast a layer of warmth on the snow-white clothes, melting the cold snow between Yun Wanzhou's brows.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but lighten his steps and move closer. Yun Wanzhou raised his eyes and glanced at him.
"Master, don't you want to sleep?"
Yun Wanzhou said, "I'm not sleepy."
Xie Wuyang sat down beside the bed, and when he lowered his eyes he could see the top of Yun Wanzhou's head.
After a day of running around, even someone as serious as Yun Xianzun would look a little disheveled.
Xie Wuyang noticed the few strands of hair that were stubbornly sticking up on his head, and quietly raised his hand to smooth them down for him.
Xie Wuyang asked: "You said you wrote a letter for me before. What kind of letter was it?"
Yun Wanzhou's back stiffened, but he said nothing.
Xie Wuyang knew that he was being stubborn again.
Words spoken when one is distracted and infatuated are always difficult to say when one is sober.
What’s more, Yun Wanzhou is someone who never reveals his true feelings to others.
Although Xie Wuyang was curious, he didn't want to push him too much at this time.
Xie Wuyang bent down and hugged Yun Wanzhou's shoulders, rubbing his head against his neck, "Sleep with me for a while."
Yun Wanzhou tilted his head, about to refuse, but then heard Xie Wuyang say pitifully, "I always feel like this is a dream, and you'll be gone when I wake up. I want to hold you while I sleep."
Yun Wanzhou didn't know what was wrong with him. When he came to his senses, he actually lay on the bed under the force of Xie Wuyang.
With his back pressed against his broad chest, Yun Wanzhou could even feel his strong body temperature and heartbeat.
Then his heartbeat became as loud as a drum, deafening.
It was like a fire starting from his back, trying to melt him.
"Master." A warm voice echoed behind his ears. Xie Wuyang's voice was a little lazy, as if he was about to fall asleep. "You smell so good."
Yun Wanzhou's cheeks flushed, and he wanted to scold him for his treason, but was stopped by Xie Wuyang's next words.
"You never let me hold you like this before..." Xie Wuyang's voice was vague and gradually became smaller and smaller. In the end, it was almost just a breath. But Yun Wanzhou heard it clearly.
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