After Yan Zichen woke up, he stared blankly at the dark sky with lifeless eyes.
Hu Shenglie, who was standing by, saw this scene and murmured softly, "It's over, it's over. We're all stunned."
After a while, Yan Zichen heard Tang Xiao's familiar voice.
"Junior Brother Yan, how do you feel?"
His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and Yan Zichen tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
In the dream, all his fellow students were there, his teacher was safe, and Yan Zichen cried like a child.
When the familiar voice of his fellow disciple rang in his ears, Yan Zichen didn't even say a word. He thought he must still be in a dream. The dream was so real, so real that he didn't want to wake up.
"This is a demon."
Yun Wenwei's rough voice rang out.
Yan Zichen twitched his eyelids, he knew that the master was going to start scolding again.
The first sentence must be: Yan Zichen, your butt is getting too hot in the sun, hurry up and practice.
Yan Zichen raised the corner of his mouth and laughed out loud, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, you keep saying the same thing over and over again every day. Can you change the words? I'm tired of hearing it."
Yun Wenwei, who was about to speak, was stunned and stared at Yan Zichen, but he couldn't think of any new words to say.
"Is this kid stupid?"
Xu Huanzhi said with disdain, "Old Xie, it's better not to have this stupid disciple."
"It's just an injury, it will be fine after some rest."
Xie Yanyi looked gentle as he looked at Yan Zichen, whose eyes were lifeless, and said earnestly, "Zichen, your uncle Lu said he would help you find a technique to cultivate your five senses. You can't give up on yourself like this."
Yan Zichen rolled his eyes, smiled, and said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll wait for news from Uncle Lu."
"Old Xie, your foolish disciple doesn't even believe what you say. He deserves a beating."
Xu Huanzhi was fanning the flames, and Yan Zichen's condition was obviously a little abnormal.
Qi Lian, who was standing by, also said, "My disciple is disobedient. If beating him once doesn't work, then beat him twice."
Yan Zichen was surprised to hear this, even sitting half-up, looking in the direction of the voice, "Master Xu, when did you become so close to my master?"
"Elder Qi, why are you encouraging my master? You weren't this kind of elder before."
Yan Zichen spoke with a look of deep sorrow. The relationship between his master and uncle had improved by leaps and bounds. Even Elder Qi was on the same page with them. How could these disciples cause trouble in the future?
Qilian burst into laughter. This kid finally reacted. He thought he was really stupid.
"Okay, stop teasing him. Didn't you see he's really stupid?"
Yun Wenwei pushed aside the three people surrounding Yan Zichen with a look of disgust, patted Yan Zichen on the shoulder, and said, "Zichen, we are all here. You should recover quickly. We still need to rebuild the mountain gate."
Yan Zichen was stunned. The aura of the teacher surrounding him was so familiar and real, so real that he could hardly believe it.
He reached out and grabbed Yun Wenwei's hand on his shoulder. It was warm and real.
Yan Zichen followed the sound and tried to grab Xie Yanyi's hand, but he only grabbed an empty sleeve.
The empty sleeves made Yan Zichen panic and asked in a trembling voice, "Where's the hand? Where's my master's hand?"
Xie Yanyi extended his other hand to support Yan Zichen, saying, "Although one arm was broken, it's nothing serious."
"How could this happen? How could this happen..."
Yan Zichen murmured to himself, he thought it was all a dream. When he was seriously injured and dying, he had countless dreams. In his dreams, there were his teachers, fellow disciples, and every blade of grass and tree in Lingyun Sect.
He thought he was still in a dream. He even laughed and made remarks to Yun Wenwei, teasing his master.
There is everything in dreams, and teachers and fellow students are always there in dreams.
But... when I grabbed Xie Yanyi's open sleeve, I realized that all this was not a dream.
Yan Zichen, who had lost his eyes, was even unwilling to believe that his master and fellow disciples from Lingyun Sect were still alive.
Yan Zichen hugged Xie Yanyi's sleeve and cried heart-wrenchingly. As he cried, he smiled again. It was great that his teacher was still there, his fellow disciples were still there, and Lingyunmen was still there.
Xie Yanyi patted Yan Zichen's back lightly and sighed deeply. As long as his disciple was alive, it was better than anything else.
Jiang Zhao came back from wandering around and saw Yan Zichen crying. He said, "Lao Yun, did you scold your disciple and make him cry again?"
Yun Wenwei's face turned red. What did he mean by scolding his disciple to tears again? He, Yun Wenwei, was the head of the sect. What kind of ability was that to scold his disciple to tears?
Hearing Jiang Zhao's words, Yan Zichen was filled with shame. He wiped his face with his master's empty sleeve, stood up and thanked him: "Thank you, Uncle Lu, for saving my life."
Jiang Zhao waved his hand, took out a jade slip and tossed it to Yan Zichen, saying, "You already call me Uncle Master, what are you thanking me for? Practice your new technique well. I see there's a frosty aura in your body, your future is limitless."
Yan Zichen took the jade slip, his face full of confusion. "What is Frost Qi? How come I don't know about it?"
"The descendants of the Yan family of Tiankun Snow Mountain are born with a frosty aura within their bodies. This aura needs to be tempered in various ways before it can be condensed and manifested."
Jiang Zhao briefly explained, paused, and then asked, "You don't know?"
Yan Zichen was also confused. What did he know? He knew nothing!
Seeing that Yan Zichen didn't look like he was pretending, Jiang Zhao looked at Xie Yanyi and asked, "Where did you find this disciple?"
"I adopted him from a farmer's household at the foot of Lingyunmen Mountain. His father died young, and his mother died at the same time. I saw that he had good aptitude, so I took him in."
Xie Yanyi accepted more than ten disciples, and among the last few disciples left, only Yan Zichen was left.
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