Chapter 63: Breaking the Curse "It's impossible for me to break free from this imprisonment."...
Xie Wuyang asked in return: "That being said, can't good people have their own things to do?"
"I..." Yun Xiaowu's throat spasmed and he was speechless after hearing Xie Wuyang's short words.
After all, he was just a kid the size of a mushroom, and many things he did were based on certain beliefs and intuitions, and he didn't even know why he did them.
Xie Wuyang stood there for a moment, and when he saw that Yun Xiaowu no longer tried to stop him, he turned around and was about to leave.
As he walked around the master and his disciple, he happened to hear the man in white teaching his disciple in a low voice.
"Besides the demonic aura, he also exudes a celestial spiritual energy. He must have been born into a celestial sect. Xiaowu, a person's birth is determined by heaven and cannot be reversed, but the human heart is unpredictable. Don't just judge by appearances."
"But I also heard the elders of other sects say, 'It's better to kill the wrong person than to let him go.' How is that true?" Yun Xiaowu asked stubbornly.
The man in white pursed his lips, a warning hidden in his eyes, "Yun Wanzhou!"
What is cloud?
Xie Wuyang paused and stopped two steps behind Yun Xiaowu.
Could it be that this dream-entering technique has the side effect of causing auditory hallucinations?
Xie Wuyang turned his head in surprise and his eyes fell on Yun Xiaowu's face.
Her childish face was serious and solemn, and she pursed her lips in a silent confrontation with the man in white.
Only then did Xie Wuyang notice that there was a brown teardrop mole at the right corner of Yun Xiaowu's eye.
He finally understood where the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from when he first met Yun Xiaowu.
"Yun Wanzhou..." The three words flowed out from his lips involuntarily. Xie Wuyang suddenly came back to his senses and quickly walked behind Yun Wanzhou. "Your name is Yun Wanzhou?"
Yun Xiaowu was staring at his master in silent confrontation, ignoring the call from behind him. That was until Xie Wuyang, in a fit of excitement, bent down and pressed his shoulder. A chaotic tangle of emotions surged in his dark eyes. "Don't you recognize me?"
Yun Xiaowu looked puzzled and slapped Xie Wuyang's hand away. "I recognize you. You are from the demon clan. My master thinks you are a good person and let you go. Why don't you leave?"
Hearing this, Xie Wuyang suddenly became uncertain again.
In his impression, Yun Wanzhou was a dull person who looked down upon everything in the world. How could he say such offensive words?
Until a shadow fell on the two of them, he hesitated and said, "Sir, is there anything else?"
Realizing his own gaffe, Xie Wuyang hastily withdrew his hand and stood up straight, "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person. This young man is quite similar to an old friend of mine."
"Oh?" The man in white raised his eyebrows, quite curious. "I wonder what the name of your old friend is? Perhaps he really has some connection with my disciple?"
Xie Wuyang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "My old friend has a cold personality and doesn't like to make close friends. He probably doesn't recognize me."
The person in front of me has a gentle and distant look, and is very polite. It seems that he should be very sociable.
If Yun Xiaowu is really Yun Wanzhou, then the person in front of him should be Yun Wanzhou's master Qiong Rao.
Xie Wuyang originally thought that the person who could teach Yun Wanzhou should be as cold and distant as Yun Wanzhou. However, he never expected that now that he actually met him, he discovered that the temperament of the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao was very different from that of Yun Wanzhou.
Even Yun Wanzhou was completely different from what he had imagined.
Qiongrao Immortal Venerable nodded, as if it was just a casual question. Whether Xie Wuyang answered or not was of no concern to him. "He must be a great master."
"Yes." Xie Wuyang answered without hesitation. After a moment's silence, he spoke again, "May I ask where the Immortal Master and your disciple are going?"
Qiong Rao's expression softened, and he reached out to touch Yun Wanzhou's head. "Bring him down the mountain to have a look. My disciple has rarely returned to the secular world since he came up the mountain. A true righteous person wouldn't be like this."
Xie Wuyang's mind moved, "What does the Immortal think we should do?"
"The heartless way is not the heartless human heart, and the affectionate way is not the affection in the world."
"What kind of cultivation did the immortal cultivate?"
"The Great Dao has compassion."
"Then...where is the Immortal's disciple?"
Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered that five hundred years later, Yun Wanzhou was established among the hundreds of immortal families, calm and composed, and did not show any emotion even when faced with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Yun Wanzhou has no interest in this world and should cultivate the way of ruthlessness.
"I don't know either. He hasn't established his Tao yet."
Xie Wuyang looked down at the person who was no taller than his legs, and then he realized that Yun Wanzhou was just a half-grown child in his dream, and there was still a long way to go before he could establish himself on the path of Taoism.
"I just heard the Immortal call him Xiaowu, and then called him Wanzhou. Xiaowu is his nickname?"
Qiongrao said, "He is my fifth disciple."
Among the elders of Cangqiong Mountain, three are disciples of Qiongrao, namely Rong Ling, Ji Yuan, and the Immortal Master Yun Wanzhou.
Later, Wu Hanfeng became the head of the sect. Apart from them, Xie Wuyang had never heard anyone mention Qiongrao's other disciples.
This was also the first time Xie Wuyang heard someone call Yun Wanzhou "Xiaowu" so intimately.
Yun Xiaowu took a bite of the candied haws, looked between the two of them, and then lowered his head, as if he was already accustomed to the conversation between adults.
Xie Wuyang nodded towards Qiong Rao, then half-knelt down and met Yun Xiaowu's eyes. "I just used my demonic energy to find someone, not to harm anyone."
"Then why are you explaining it now?"
"I..." Xie Wuyang felt a lump in his throat and couldn't speak.
He couldn't possibly say to Yun Xiaowu, "I just suddenly realized that you are my master," right?
Yun Xiaowu looked at Xie Wuyang with a cold expression for a long time. Seeing that he did not respond, he gradually lost interest and focused on the candied haws in his hand again.
Xie Wuyang knew that some things couldn't be said to a child. After Yun Xiaowu stopped paying attention to him, he didn't pursue the matter any further. He looked up and asked the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao, "I'm unfamiliar with this place and don't know where to go to find someone. Fellow Immortal Yun is right. If I reveal my demon identity here, it will surely cause panic and I'll be hunted down by hundreds of immortal sects. Could the Immortal Venerable be kind enough to let me go with you?"
"But we may not be going the same way as you, sir. I'm afraid..."
Before Qiongrao could finish his words, a voice came from under his feet, "That's great."
Yun Xiaowu raised his hand and waved it gently. A red rope flew out from his hand and quickly wrapped around Xie Wuyang's wrist.
The familiar touch startled Xie Wuyang. He stared at the familiar red string on his wrist for a moment, his lips curled up, and his heart softened involuntarily. "You gave this to me because you're afraid I'll run away?"
Having his thoughts exposed, Yun Xiaowu's ears turned red. He pretended to be calm and said with a serious face, "It's always good to be on guard against others."
Xie Wuyang had known Yun Wanzhou for decades, but he had never seen Yun Wanzhou show such an expression. At this moment, Yun Xianzun's body and memory were still in his childhood, and he could not hide his joy like he did in the present world. Although it looked novel, there was nothing wrong with it.
"That's right," Xie Wuyang suppressed the urge to tease her further. He rubbed the red string around his wrist with his other hand and promised with a smile, "I won't run away."
He entered the dream just to see Yun Wanzhou's current condition. Even if Yun Wanzhou didn't recognize him now, he should still stay by Yun Wanzhou's side.
Perhaps after waking up from the dream, Yun Wanzhou will still remember that he has been here.
From the conversation with the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao, I learned that this place is Detian City.
The world of cultivation is vast, and although this city has a famous name, it is just a small place in the human world. Xie Wuyang has never even heard of the name of this city.
Yun Xiaowu and Qiongrao Xianzun lived in a restaurant called "Linjiang" not far away.
Unlike the bustling city, the restaurant was deserted and extremely cold.
After Xie Wuyang followed him in, he opened a room at the counter, which was separated from the two of them by a wall.
Xie Wuyang knew nothing about the development of Yun Wanzhou's dream. He had imagined what Yun Wanzhou looked like when he was young, but after actually seeing him, he found that it was completely different from what he imagined.
Yun Wanzhou dreamed of the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao, which was enough to show that the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao held a very high position in his life.
However, the current situation makes it difficult for Xie Wuyang to judge whether Yun Wanzhou’s dream is an illusion or a reality?
He suddenly thought of Yun Wanzhou five hundred years later. They had fought several times. This man had hurt him and forgiven him before.
Later, a great war broke out in the world of cultivation, with humans and demons in opposition. The world despised Xie Wuyang, but when he was about to win, the Immortal Lord Cang Qiong even wanted to persuade him to turn back.
The world is protected by Yun Wanzhou, respects and fears him, but no one has ever really thought about what Yun Wanzhou's heart is like.
Xie Wuyang lay on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time. Suddenly, he sighed and sat up.
The red string on his wrist was pulled out very long, penetrated into the wall and connected to Yun Xiaowu's wrist at the other end.
The candlelight beside the bed flickered, and the warm yellow light flickered. Xie Wuyang stared at the ceiling above his head for a moment, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he got out of bed, went to the table, poured a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.
He was afraid that he would not be able to sleep well today, and he didn't know what Yun Wanzhou was doing at the moment.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang wiped his mouth twice, climbed onto the bed and put his ear against the wall.
There was a series of crackling sounds, followed by Yun Xiaowu's impatient tut, "Master, this line is really inconvenient. Master, is there any way to put it away?"
"If you want to put it away, you can only remove the curse."
"Is there no other way?"
Qiongrao Immortal Venerable answered without hesitation, "No more."
The conversation came to an abrupt end.
The two rooms were separated by a wall and were completely silent.
Xie Wuyang curled up his fingertips and pressed his ears closer.
On the other end, Yun Xiaowu stared at the tangled red string beside him, gritted his teeth, and pulled hard. The red string grabbed the table leg, making an irritating, harsh sound as it moved.
"It's impossible for me to break free."
Hearing this, Xie Wuyang laughed out loud.
Why didn’t he realize that Yun Wanzhou was so interesting before?
Yun Xiaowu and Hong Xian were in a stalemate, and there was silence for a moment.
Xie Wuyang lay by the wall and listened for a while, until he heard the sound of footsteps gradually moving away, then he moved back slightly.
Should I go to sleep this time?
Xie Wuyang sat on the bed for a while, trying to meditate but unable to concentrate. In the end, he could only lie down on the bed and close his eyes to rest.
Not long after closing his eyes, Xie Wuyang felt his heartbeat suddenly stop, and an indescribable strange feeling suddenly came over him.
This is a dream, what Yun Wanzhou thinks about every day.
Now that the enemy is at hand and the Nightmare Stone has been stolen, given Yun Wanzhou's personality, he wouldn't be reminiscing about the fun of his childhood.
So what thoughts caused this dream?
Thoughts flooded in like a flood, Xie Wuyang sat up suddenly, opened the door and strode out.
The restaurant has closed, and the few remaining guests have all stayed in their rooms to rest. The corridor is deserted and empty.
In such an environment, any sound is particularly abrupt.
Xie Wuyang stood in front of the next door, took a deep breath, found a decent excuse for himself, and then knocked on the door.
“Dongdong——”
The dull knocking sounds echoed all around, but no one in the house responded.
Xie Wuyang frowned and knocked twice more without giving up.
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