Chapter 102: Desire The hot breath first fell on the corner of the right eye, tightly...
"Immortal Lord!" A voice came from somewhere. The hand that was about to touch the cheek stopped, then stood up and pulled away.
"What is it?"
"The elders of the Immortal Sect can't sit still anymore and insist on your explanation."
The sound gradually faded away and became unclear.
Xie Wuyang tried hard to concentrate, but could only hear a few vague words such as "cultivation world", "demon", and "disregard for morality".
I think he was blaming Yun Wanzhou for taking away his body last time.
But how could Yun Wanzhou have any good thoughts towards a devil?
Xie Wuyang laughed at himself.
If he was skeptical about Yun Wanzhou taking away his body last time, now after going there again, he was convinced of his current situation.
It is just a pipe dream that you made up for yourself because you are unwilling to die.
…
"Xie Wuyang!" The anxious call penetrated the barrier and fell into Xie Wuyang's ears.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips trembled and he suddenly opened his eyes.
The spiritual power overflowing from Yun Wanzhou's fingertips blurred his vision. Through the tiny dots of light, Xie Wuyang saw the wrinkles on his forehead that were tightly locked with impatience.
In a trance, Xie Wuyang remembered Yun Wanzhou from his dream five hundred years later.
Later he tried hard to listen and managed to piece together the cause and effect.
The Immortal Lord Cangqiong rebelled against the Immortal Sect in order to save the devil.
How ridiculous.
But for some reason, for a moment, Xie Wuyang couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.
It was as if it really happened five hundred years later.
"It's ok, wake up."
Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled slightly, and he came back to his senses, "Master?"
"This place is strange. Don't look at the eyes of the people in the murals."
"Who is the person in the painting..." Xie Wuyang thought of the magic pattern on the person's forehead and had a vague guess in his mind.
"Song Duoyan, the lord of the demon world hundreds of years ago." A cold light flashed in Yun Wanzhou's eyes.
Xie Wuyang's body trembled, and he tried his best to restrain himself from looking at the mural, but he remembered the story about this person that he had heard a hundred years later.
Five hundred years later, when Xie Wuyang dominated the world of cultivation and became notorious, another name also became known.
People often compare Xie Wuyang and Song Duoyan, and they argue with each other about who is more absurd and tyrannical.
Xie Wuyang doesn't consider himself a good person, and he is often surprised when he hears about Song Duoyan's deeds from who knows how many years ago.
It turns out that there is such an ancestor in the world. The two are hundreds of years apart, but they are like brothers and have the same bad reputation.
In comparison, Xie Wuyang felt that he was not so hateful.
Why is there a mural of such a wicked man hidden under the wax apple tomb?
Xie Wuyang was puzzled.
"Who would have thought that Lianwu, as one of the three major immortal sects, would be so filthy inside."
Even a hundred years later, it still remains in the world with its clear and bright appearance, standing at the top.
Xie Wuyang said sarcastically, "It's really ridiculous."
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, his expression not looking good. "This matter is still unclear. Let's find Jiang Lin first and discuss it later."
"Yes." Xie Wuyang took a deep breath and suppressed his resentment.
Just as the two were about to move forward, a loud bang suddenly sounded behind them.
Yun Wanzhou frowned, turned around immediately, and unsheathed the Broken Snow.
The sound of a sword echoed all around. At the same time, the stone gate for entrance and exit slammed shut, the ground shook, and dust rose up.
The tip of the Broken Snow Sword hit the stone wall directly, the sword body trembled continuously, and the walls on all sides collapsed and cracked.
"Master, be careful!" Seeing the stone wall collapsing, Xie Wuyang had no time to think and rushed towards Yun Wanzhou.
But he was just a teenager, and couldn't even fully protect Yun Wanzhou in his arms. He held him tightly and rolled two or three times until someone's back hit a rock, making a crisp sound of broken bones, and then he barely stopped.
"Master?!" Xie Wuyang ignored the pain in his body and hurriedly climbed up from Yun Wanzhou. "Master, how do you feel?"
Yun Wanzhou's lips moved, and he raised his head with a pale face, "You..."
When his eyes fell on Xie Wuyang's face, his words stopped abruptly.
Perhaps he was too anxious just now, or perhaps he was only concerned with avoiding the rocks above his head when he rolled down, and he didn't know where the gravel came from and scratched his cheek, leaving a conspicuous scar with blood.
Injuries among monks are the most common, and Yun Wanzhou himself has suffered even more serious injuries.
But all his disciples were in good health and rarely got hurt.
Not to mention such a conspicuous part of the face.
Yun Wanzhou looked at it for a long time, but still felt it was extremely dazzling. Even the words he wanted to accuse the other party of acting on his own and disregarding danger were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
"Forget it." Yun Wanzhou sighed, "You get up first."
Only then did Xie Wuyang notice that half of his body was still pressing on Yun Wanzhou, and he hurriedly got up.
“Master, I…”
Before he could finish his words, Xie Wuyang suddenly noticed that Yun Wanzhou had cold sweat on his forehead and his brows were furrowed, as if he was in great pain. His heart tightened, "Master, what's wrong?"
Yun Wanzhou shook his head and tried to stand up by supporting himself on the rocks beside him with his hands, but his arms went limp and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his clothes red.
"Master?!" Xie Wuyang's eyes were shocked and he reached out to help.
Before she touched the hem of Yun Wanzhou's clothes, her eyelids trembled, and she closed her eyes and fell to one side.
"Yun Wanzhou? Yun Wanzhou?" Xie Wuyang was quick to place a cushion on Yun Wanzhou's head, allowing the sharp gravel to pierce his head and the back of his hand, staining it red with blood.
Xie Wuyang had no time to care about anything else. He carefully straightened Yun Wanzhou and half held him in his arms, gathering spiritual power in his right hand to feel his pulse.
The situation was urgent just now, and Xie Wuyang didn't have time to think too much, so he could only rely on instinct to protect the other person.
Could it be that it was my carelessness that caused Yun Wanzhou to be seriously injured on the way and fall into a coma?
Xie Wuyang thought of the collision sound he had just heard, and his eyes vaguely fell on Yun Wanzhou's back.
The pure white robe was covered in dust and dead grass, and between the shoulder blades, there was a pool of bright red blood. The clothes were tightly stuck to the wound, and it looked horrible.
Xie Wuyang's eyes darkened, and the hand that was checking his pulse loosened slightly.
Under the pile of rocks, the sound of a sword resounded through heaven and earth. Xie Wuyang went forward with the remaining light, and the broken snow broke through the huge rocks and flew out, descending from the sky and earth, and landed beside Yun Wanzhou.
The sword body vibrated, shaking off the dust, revealing a sword edge with a faint cold glow.
An idea suddenly came to Xie Wuyang's mind, and he looked at Yun Wanzhou's closed eyes.
He was just busy checking whether Yun Wanzhou had suffered any external injuries, but he forgot that when the cave collapsed, Yun Wanzhou was controlling the broken snow and trying to break the barrier.
Ordinary wounds would not make a Mahayana cultivator so miserable.
Could it be that Yun Wanzhou... suffered some internal injuries?
While thinking, Xie Wuyang had already controlled his spiritual power to explore Yun Wanzhou's spiritual veins. As expected, the spiritual power in the spiritual veins was rushing around in chaos, which was clearly a sign of backlash.
The only thing Yun Wanzhou had ever used was broken snow.
Xie Wuyang frowned, his gaze lingered on Suixue for a moment, and he turned around and inserted the Suixue sword into the scabbard at the master's waist.
Then, he quickly tapped several acupuncture points on Yun Wanzhou's body to allow the spiritual power that had nowhere to be released to evaporate. Only then did he have the mind to treat Yun Wanzhou's external injuries.
In the eyes of the world, the Sky Cloud Immortal Venerable has always been high above, like the snow on the top of a mountain, untainted by dust and difficult to approach.
But now this man's eyes were closed, his clothes were full of tears from the broken stones, his hair was tied up on his head and was about to be untied, with messy temples.
Xie Wuyang raised his fingertips but paused in mid-air, as if he was thinking about where to start. After a long while, he hesitated and touched Yun Wanzhou's collar.
In an emergency, Xie Wuyang couldn't be fully prepared.
When his outer shirt fell off and his inner shirt slipped off, revealing his round shoulders, Xie Wuyang noticed the shocking scars.
Apart from the bleeding areas, the bruises were like fallen plum blossoms, scattered haphazardly, withering in a messy manner, and causing great damage.
Xie Wuyang's mind went blank. His fingertips trembled the moment they touched his skin. After being cautious, he boldly rubbed the red mark.
It was not until the mark expanded into a circle that Xie Wuyang realized it and stopped, staring at the mark he left in a daze.
It was somewhat like that beautiful erotic dream.
The images flashed through his mind like fragments. Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his fingertips curled up and tightened, tightened and loosened. After reciting the Heart Cleansing Mantra several times, he suppressed the rebellious thoughts in his heart, tore off a piece of cloth from the end of his robe, lowered his eyes to cover the wound, and carefully wrapped it around Yun Wanzhou's right shoulder.
Yun Wanzhou frowned in pain, perhaps because he had accidentally used too much force. His nose moved slightly and he let out a muffled groan. He looked like a wounded young animal that had retracted its claws, fragile and helpless, with none of his usual coldness.
Xie Wuyang's breathing became more and more rapid, and his hands' movements became disorderly. It took him a lot of effort to tie a knot. He turned away in panic, muttering "Don't look at what is indecent" and "moral ethics" in his heart, and rubbed his underwear to pull it up.
Only after Yun Wanzhou was moved to a huge rock and leaned against it did Xie Wuyang breathe a sigh of relief. He then sat cross-legged next to it and chanted a spell to calm his mind and eliminate desire.
Fortunately, Yun Wanzhou was unconscious, otherwise he would be so angry and shocked to see his current state. He might even be so angry that he would disregard the master-disciple relationship with his original self and expel him on the spot.
Thinking of this, the distracting thoughts that Xie Wuyang had suppressed with great difficulty began to show their fangs again, showing signs of emerging.
He thought of Yun Wanzhou's sword piercing his heart, of Yun Wanzhou risking his life to save him at Dashipo, of his countless fantasies later on, of staying in Cangqiong Mountain forever under the guise of master and disciple, and of his own secret happiness and anxiety...
He also thought of the dream that happened five hundred years later, and Yun Wanzhou who was now in a coma because of him.
If one day, Yun Wanzhou discovered who he was, discovered that his disciple's body was occupied, and discovered that he coveted the Nightmare Stone.
Will the events of five hundred years later be repeated, and he will be killed by a single sword?
Xie Wuyang felt a tightness in his chest, and finally opened his eyes unable to bear it any longer.
Hatred and lust intertwined in his eyes, transforming into another more intense and paranoid desire.
Xie Wuyang leaned closer, his nose almost touching Yun Wanzhou's profile, and looked at his face greedily.
He is a devil, stepping on countless corpses, so naturally he cannot escape the despicable nature in his bones.
At this time, Yun Wanzhou would indulge him in doing whatever he wanted.
In the end, reason was overcome by desire. As the two sides tore at each other, Xie Wuyang raised his hand with trembling hands, and his fingertips touched Yun Wanzhou's face with utmost restraint.
The hot breath first fell on the corner of the right eye, and then blended with the breath of another person, and the lips touched.
Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled slightly, and he rubbed the corner of Yun Wanzhou's lips carefully and slowly.
The broken heart seemed to be filled with something, and there was a bit of sadness and melancholy in the satisfaction.
It turns out that the snow in the mountains, which is untouchable, can also be hot and warm when it falls to the dust.
Perhaps he had something to hide, or perhaps he was afraid that Yun Wanzhou would find out that he had really severed his relationship with him, so Xie Wuyang didn't dare to be too presumptuous and could only linger on the surface. When he withdrew, he still felt unsatisfied.
If he wasn't afraid that Yun Wanzhou would wake up, he would have gone even further.
Thinking about this, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but feel sorry, and was about to move closer. When he was only an inch away from Yun Wanzhou's lips, he suddenly saw the other's tightly closed eyelashes tremble.
"Master... Master?" Xie Wuyang's throat tightened, he stepped back a few inches and called out tentatively.
A buzzing sound of breaking snow was heard, and Yun Wanzhou's eyelids opened suddenly. His black eyes were calm and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips trembled, and for a moment he had the illusion that he had nowhere to hide and was seen through.
When did Yun Wanzhou wake up?
He... he won't...
Xie Wuyang moved his lips with difficulty, but it was as if an invisible giant hand grabbed his throat, crushing all the words, leaving only a few broken and rapid breaths.
My stomach was churning.
"My...Master..." Reverend.
It felt like a sword was hanging over his head, and he was helpless and could only wait for the final verdict.
"How long have I slept?" Yun Wanzhou closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again, her expression difficult to discern.
"About half an hour." Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple shook slightly, and he met Yun Wanzhou's eyes anxiously, "Master, do you feel... unwell?"
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