Chapter 89: Restlessness "After all, helping my master cleanse his soul is...
Qiong Rao pulled up his sleeve and wiped the tear marks from Yun Xiaowu's face. When his hand landed on the teardrop mole that was hidden by the illusion technique, he worriedly warned, "Don't let others' words hurt you in the future. And don't..."
Qiong Rao sighed, "Forget it, it's better to be willful."
After he finished speaking, Qiong Rao opened his hands that were covering his chest, and colorful spiritual light illuminated his pale face.
A strange-looking, scarred stone appeared in Qiongrao's palm, surrounded by the same black mist as that surrounding Qiongrao.
Yun Xiaowu didn't know how long he had been crying, until his eyes were sore and his head was dizzy, unable to judge what everything in front of him meant.
Until Qiongrao turned over his right hand and placed the Nightmare Stone in his palm, "Give it to your head master."
"What about you?"
"Me." Qiong Rao looked out at the thunderstorm, his expression softening as he thought of something. "I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?"
"Travel around the world and finally get freedom." As he spoke, Qiongrao coughed up some blood again.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead against Yun Xiaowu's. "Your brothers have all found their own paths, but I'm still worried about you. Xiaowu, remember, whether you choose the path of cultivation or not, you must follow your heart. Don't live..."
Live like me.
Even if you try your best to live like a normal person, you cannot escape the shackles of life.
Everyone has his own destiny, and is inherently selfish.
This is the case with Qiongrao right now.
If someone must take up the position of Immortal Venerable, it can be anyone, just not his disciple.
The hands behind his back were shaking violently. Yun Xiaowu looked dazed and raised his hand to touch Qiongrao's back.
The protruding shoulder blades rose and fell slightly with his breathing, causing pain in Yun Xiaowu's hands.
He always felt that his master was tall and majestic, admired by everyone, and could do anything.
It was not until now that Yun Xiaowu suddenly realized that his master was so thin and fragile.
She was so fragile that as soon as he exerted force, the person seemed to leave him.
Qiong Rao said that he was possessed by a demon and would become a monster even if he didn't die.
He also said that if he fell into the devil, the ones most affected would be Cangqiong Mountain and several of his disciples.
Qiongrao's voice was firm and powerful, breaking through the wind and reaching Yun Xiaowu's ears. "Xiaowu, Master has been proud his entire life and doesn't want to fall into the devil's trap."
Lightning flashed across the sky, thunder roared, and the darkness was illuminated for a moment.
The peach tree in the yard swayed wildly in the strong wind, scattering petals all over the ground.
Yun Xiaowu clenched his fingertips helplessly and leaned on Qiongrao's shoulder.
"Master, will that peach tree die?"
"Won't."
“But its petals have all fallen.”
The spiritual power in Qiongrao's body turned into starlight and gradually dissipated.
If it were any other time, Qiongrao would definitely explain it to him.
The petals fall because the peach tree is about to bear fruit. It is not a sign of death, but a sign of rebirth.
But Qiongrao no longer had the strength to speak.
On April 29th of the 367th year of the He era, the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao disappeared inexplicably.
There is a rumor at the back of the mountain that on May 4th, someone saw Qiongrao killing a monster in Suining.
When the news of Qiongrao's death spread, it had been three days since the incident.
…
Yun Wanzhou is not good at speaking and is unwilling to tell others about his past, let alone the fact that the other party is his apprentice.
Yun Wanzhou's eyelashes trembled, and he cut to the chase, "He sealed the Nightmare Stone within his body, but was later ambushed by someone with ulterior motives. Although he managed to protect the Nightmare Stone, he himself was infected with a demonic seed, and ultimately committed suicide."
Those past events took root in his heart, deep and unfathomable.
Now when I bring up the past, even if my heart is as calm as a boat in the evening clouds, it still makes me bleed.
Yun Wanzhou clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves to suppress his wildly churning emotions.
The calmness and composure on his face shattered for a moment when he looked up and saw the hand cautiously extended towards him.
Meeting Yun Wanzhou's gaze, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but raise his hand but it stopped in mid-air, and he suddenly came to his senses.
"The disciple is just..."
But he was thinking in his heart, it’s not just that, he just suddenly felt that Yun Wanzhou in front of him was a little pitiful, so pitiful that he felt a little distressed.
I want to wipe his tears, hold him in my arms and comfort him, and tell him—
"It's over."
Xie Wuyang's throat spasmed, and he kept reminding himself that he was just a disciple now and should respect his teacher and not overstep his bounds.
"Qiong Rao died at the hands of the demons." Yun Wanzhou was the first to look away.
Xie Wuyang calmly withdrew his hand and waited quietly for Yun Wanzhou's next words.
Yun Wanzhou was silent for a moment, then continued, "Later, in order to catch the murderer, I went down the mountain and traveled. On the way, I met your senior brother, and then I met you again."
"Master, don't you hate me?"
Yun Wanzhou turned around and looked at Xie Wuyang, and answered truthfully, "I have hated him."
"Then why did Master choose to bring me up the mountain when he knew I was a demon?"
If it were him, standing by and watching would have been a mercy, not to mention taking the other person as a disciple and teaching him carefully every day.
"At first, I always thought that all demons were evil, but you are different." Yun Wanzhou's eyes reflected Xie Wuyang's serious and focused face, and his voice was gentle, "You are just a child."
The Broken Snow was given to Yun Wanzhou by Wu Hanfeng in the second year after Qiong Rao left.
The first drop of blood I saw was the blood of the demons.
The demons have been suppressed by the immortals for hundreds of years and have been ready to make a move. In addition, Yun Wanzhou hates the demons to the core and will never leave any chance for anyone with malicious intentions to survive.
Countless souls died under the sword.
Until one day, he was walking in the world and met a child begging on the street.
Yun Wanzhou was brought up the mountain by Qiongrao.
Qiongrao told him that his biological parents died at the hands of a monster, but he was lucky enough to be saved by Qiongrao who passed by.
Similar experiences often make people empathize the most, and Yun Wanzhou is no exception.
The Immortal Venerable softened his heart.
It was snowing heavily in the middle of winter, and it was the Spring Festival when the family was reunited. However, the child was kneeling on the ground wearing only a thin piece of clothing. His protruding shoulder blades were vaguely visible, and he looked very skinny.
People in this world are so cold and indifferent. He is afraid that he will not be able to survive this cold winter.
Yun Wanzhou couldn't help but take a step forward and walk towards the child.
What surprised him was that the child recognized his identity as a monk at first sight.
"Master..." He looked pitiful.
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and wiped his dirty face. In an instant, the inherent demonic energy of this body overflowed into his fingertips.
Yun Wanzhou was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked gloomy and wanted to leave. The moment he turned around, he saw the steaming bun shop.
The skin under the fingertips is rough and dry, as if it has been weathered for a long time.
For some reason, Yun Wanzhou's heart softened and he suddenly changed his mind.
He thought, people have good and evil, and demons also have good and bad.
The child is still young and may not go astray if guided.
The Immortal Venerable calmed down and tried to look gentle and kind. "Too thin."
Yun Wanzhou cleared his throat and pointed to the bun shop behind him, "Do you want some buns?"
All hatred is gone.
…
This was the first time Xie Wuyang heard Yun Wanzhou talk so much, and it was also the first time he listened to someone talk about the past so patiently.
Just because the original body was a child.
In other words, if it were him, Yun Wanzhou would save him too.
Xie Wuyang got the answer he wanted, but he didn't feel happy at all.
Resentment and jealousy began to surface again, causing his mood to sink to the bottom.
The time is wrong.
They have the same name and surname, so why is he the one to bear the consequences?
When all kinds of thoughts filled his mind, a hand suddenly fell on his head and smoothed his hair.
Yun Wanzhou pursed her lips and looked at him deeply, "Everyone has their own destiny. Be safe. If your heart isn't in this, it's useless. I won't stop you."
Xie Wuyang regretted what he said in the illusion.
He summoned Zhuxie with his backhand and placed it before him, then knelt straight. "Master, you have given me Zhuxie in the hope that I will uphold justice, eliminate evil, and defend the Way. I am grateful for your kind intentions. I was in a moment of desperation in the illusion and spoke without thinking. It was not my intention. I beg Master to punish me."
The sword to punish evil is hidden in the sheath, and it is gentle and respectful.
Yun Wanzhou's eyes flashed with surprise, "Senior Brother gave you the sword?"
Xie Wuyang said nothing, with his head down and ears drooping, looking very aggrieved.
"Forget it." Yun Wanzhou sighed helplessly, stood up and walked out the door.
The door was wide open, and light streamed in, illuminating the room.
Yun Wanzhou stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, with half of his body hidden in the sunlight, looking like a newborn.
He tilted his head slightly, revealing his pair of glowing eyes that were soaked in the dye. "Don't be so willful in the future."
Xie Wuyang felt his heart tingle, and nodded as if possessed by a ghost. "Okay."
At the same time, he saw the illusion at the corner of the man's eyes disappear, and the tear mole shone brightly, which was breathtaking.
Delusions are rampant.
For a moment, Xie Wuyang felt that he should not sit here, but should move forward and restrain the man in front of him in his arms.
Then he licked and kissed the teardrop mole with the utmost madness and tenderness.
Xie Wuyang was shocked by his own thoughts. He and Yun Wanzhou went out one after another and almost fled.
…
It was three days later when I saw Jiang Shutong again.
During these three days, everyone was in a hurry, and even Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou only met three or four times.
Yun Wanzhou sometimes sat at the table in front of the window drawing talismans, and sometimes discussed important matters with the leaders. Once, they met by chance in the disciples' cafeteria. Just as Yun Wanzhou was about to step forward, he was stopped by a group of disciples and asked for advice on magic.
Through the dozen or so moving heads, Xie Wuyang saw Yun Wanzhou's slightly furrowed brows. Suddenly, their eyes met. Xie Wuyang tightened his hand holding the dinner plate, lowered his eyes silently, and sat with his back turned in the nearest seat.
Xie Wuyang secretly went to the dungeon to see Jiang Lin's soul several times.
The former leader is now just a remnant soul, his transparent body is full of cracks, and there are soul-gathering barriers all around.
Every time the soul dissipated, the barrier would be activated and reorganized, repeating over and over again, causing unbearable pain.
The reason why he was able to take Yun Wanzhou away without any scruples was because he calculated that Wu Hanfeng would choose to give up Jiang Lin for the sake of the cultivation world.
As for Jiang Shutong, a modest gentleman in the eyes of everyone, he would abandon Jiang Lin even if he was reluctant.
Xie Wuyang has a plan that leaves nothing to be desired.
When Xie Wuyang went to see Jiang Lin's soul for the second time, he ran into Jiang Shutong.
The young leader saw his surprised expression, and the first question he asked when he came to his senses was about Yun Wanzhou.
"Since we parted at the Great Competition, I haven't seen Immortal Venerable Yun. I wonder how he is doing now?"
It hadn't been mentioned for many days. Xie Wuyang didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked a little unnatural, his eyes flickered twice, and he said vaguely: "The soul is at peace, it should be good."
Jiang Shutong frowned, not quite satisfied with his answer. "What do you mean by 'should'? You don't care about Immortal Yun's health at all?"
The question in the words made Xie Wuyang feel a little unhappy. Mixed with the restlessness of many days, he frantically looked for an outlet to vent.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, his eyes like swirling ink, his lips like sharp swords, accurately stabbing into the other person's sore spot, "Master Jiang, instead of caring about other people's masters, why not think more about yourself? After all, helping your own master cleanse his soul is something that is unique in the world."
"You..." Jiang Shutong choked in his throat, and his face turned pale and blue.
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