Chapter 135 Chapter 135 "I want to learn from the Immortal Lord...
The Demon Lord was dead, and the demons were leaderless, and soon they were defeated.
The human race won a great victory and the whole country celebrated.
As the greatest contributor, Jiang Yan was rewarded by the king with a large amount of gold, silver and treasures, as well as the noble title of duke.
Of course, nobles must have their own territories.
The king asked him which territory he wanted.
Jiang Yan thought about it and chose a castle near the Elf Forest. It was not the richest or most central area, but it was close to home and had large spiritual fields, which were suitable for growing herbs.
As for the king's other proposals - whether it was an invitation to a position or other rewards - Jiang Yan rejected them all. He had no interest in being involved in the political center of the kingdom, nor did he want to take sides with any party.
Jiang Yan discussed with Dean Burns and decided to stay at the school.
On the first day of his class at the First School of Magic, the threshold of the classroom was almost broken down by students.
The seats were packed, and some students even brought their own small stools and sat on the steps on both sides. There was only a narrow gap in the aisle, and one had to tiptoe and lean sideways to barely pass through.
The last row of the classroom was also full of people. They shared the crowded space, but no one complained even a word.
Jiang Yan changed his classroom three times, each time getting bigger than the last.
Today, this is the largest classroom in the college.
Even so, there were still many mages who came upon hearing the news and kept poking their heads out of the door, looking for an empty spot to step in.
Those who came to attend the class included students from the First Magic Academy, trainee knights from the Knight Academy next door, students from other magic academies, and even wizards who came from thousands of miles away from neighboring countries.
The number of holy mages is very small, and there are even fewer instructors willing to teach in magic academies.
Every class is worth a fortune.
Not to mention...
The person giving the lecture is Jiang Yan!
The youngest legendary wizard, one of the few people in the world who has mastered both martial arts and magic, the supreme saint who fought against ten thousand troops alone, killed the Demon Lord and drove the demon army thousands of miles away!
On the podium.
Facing countless pairs of eager eyes, the Supreme Saint fell into a long silence.
Jiang Yan: “…”
There seem to be more and more people.
This shouldn't be an illusion, right?
No, this scene is more terrifying than an army of 100,000 demons.
Jiang Yan calmed down and forced himself to finish the class.
As soon as the get out of class was dismissed, many students flocked in.
"Teacher, I have some doubts about..."
"Respected Supreme Lord, can I ask you to sign my name and take a photo with me?"
"Saint, I would like to learn swordsmanship from you!"
“Don’t push!”
Jiang Yan's assistant teacher squeezed in and shouted, "Stand back, everyone! The teacher has finished the get out of class. Students who have questions please register with me and I will answer them together later! No photos or autographs are allowed. Knights who want to spar... uh, please register your names as well. I will ask the teacher later!"
With the help of the teaching assistant to stop the crowd, Jiang Yan finally found a chance to slip away.
Jiang Yan patted his chest in shock.
Luckily I ran fast!
Jiang Yan found Burns in the dean's office.
"Dean, I have something to discuss with you." Jiang Yan said.
Burns' eyes lit up when he saw him: "Oh! Jiang Yan, you're just in time."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yan asked.
"I received a letter from the Magical Academic Association. They want you to give lectures all over the continent."
"???" Jiang Yan doubted his ears, "What are you talking about?"
"The theory and practical application of natural magic."
"Dean, with all due respect, I am indeed very strong in practical combat, but I am still a novice when it comes to imparting knowledge. Any professor who has been teaching for many years is much more experienced than me."
Jiang Yan said sincerely, "I don't think I have enough qualifications to give a lecture tour."
Burns spread his hands. "You are the Supreme Lord. Your name is the best business card. What qualifications do you need?"
It turns out that he was attracted by the celebrity effect.
Jiang Yan was speechless for a while.
Burns: "Or you can tell me about what you have seen in the other world."
The whole continent knows that the Supreme Saint traveled through the inter-world time tunnel twice, and yet his limbs were still intact.
"Turn it off, I won't go." Jiang Yan said without hesitation.
"The reward will be generous?" Burns asked.
"But I don't need that little bit of money, and the people I met in the other world shouldn't become topics of conversation after dinner." Jiang Yan said.
"Well, you're right."
Burns wrote a rejection letter neatly and handed it to the messenger later. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
Jiang Yan took the opportunity to put forward his own request: ask the college to help him screen the students and control the number of students, at least to prevent those who are just here to watch the fun or chase stars from coming.
Burns suddenly realized: "This is my mistake. The academy was semi-open before, and auditors were welcome, but I didn't expect there would be a celebrity effect... Anyway, I will take care of it."
"Thank you." Jiang Yan thanked him.
Burns said, "You have nothing to do anyway, have you ever considered taking in students?"
The students here do not refer to the magic students in the academy, but Jiang Yan’s direct disciples.
Jiang Yan was filled with emotion.
As time passed, it was his turn to accept disciples.
In a trance, Jiang Yan recalled the past - under the guidance of Master Hehuan, he knelt on the cushion and kowtowed to the ancestor.
[From now on, you are my last disciple.] Master He Huan said.
Yan Yushan and Fan Yang discussed in a low voice that they should buy a few roast ducks for their new junior apprentice. One duck can be eaten in three ways, so they didn't know if buying two would be enough.
Jiang Yan's master touched the top of his head. He raised his eyes and saw Master Hehuan smiling kindly at him.
…
"Jiang Yan?" Burns asked, "What are you thinking about? Is it something important?"
The young man shook his head slightly.
"Just some past events," he said as lightly as possible.
Burns didn't ask further: "So, about taking in a disciple...?"
Jiang Yan: "I will select the first batch of students from within the college."
Burns nodded slightly.
When the notice was issued, the selected students were so happy that they almost took off.
The Supreme Lord! He is their! Teacher!
Oh my god!!
There are such good things in the world.
Therefore, when Jiang Yan asked them if they were willing to be his students and repeatedly emphasized that "I am a little bit clumsy", the students did not realize the problem.
"No problem, we're not afraid." Their eyes were filled with tears, and they were just about to add a sentence "I do".
Soon, they paid the price for saying "no fear".
In the dead of night, when everyone else fell into a deep sleep, Jiang Yan's disciples were shedding tears on the experimental table.
The instructor is really good!
If he doesn't leave, we won't dare go back to sleep!
Jiang Yan's eldest disciple, despite the pleading looks from his younger classmates, gritted his teeth and moved closer to his mentor.
"Teacher, it's late, you see..." Carol probed cautiously.
Jiang Yan suddenly came back to his senses.
He was so absorbed in the subject that he lost track of time.
"What time is it?" Jiang Yan rubbed his eyebrows, his face showing a hint of fatigue.
"It's almost midnight," Carol replied.
Jiang Yan was surprised: "Then why haven't you left yet?"
The disciples are at a loss for words, so we have to ask you this.
Jiang Yan's mind suddenly turned and he figured out the key.
"Don't worry about me in the future. You can go back when it's time to rest. If there is something urgent at other times, you can go and do it, as long as it doesn't delay the progress of the research project."
Jiang Yan slowed down his voice and said gently: "We are master and disciple. Don't be afraid, I'm not fierce."
The disciples asked tentatively: "Then let's go back?"
Jiang Yan reminded: "Be careful on the road."
Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly someone smiled and said coquettishly: "I'm so hungry. Teacher, can you treat us to a midnight snack?"
Jiang Yan readily agreed.
The master and his disciples had dinner together until 2 a.m., and Jiang Yan sent everyone back to the dormitory one by one. His eldest disciple stayed by his side and was the last one to be sent back to the dormitory.
Jiang Yan smiled and told him to go to bed early.
When he turned to leave, Carol stopped him and said, "Teacher, you look upset."
"How could that be?" Jiang Yan was surprised. He was clearly smiling the whole time.
"Just now in the lab, you were in an abnormal state." Carol hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to ask, "Are you heartbroken?"
Jiang Yan: “…”
Jiang Yan said calmly, "No." He paused and asked, "There is indeed no broken heart, but how did you tell that?"
Carol said honestly: "I have a brother who was in this state when he was heartbroken. He wanted to devote himself to work 24 hours a day so that he would have no time to think about anything else."
"So, I'm going to make a bold assumption, would you also be..."
Jiang Yan's breathing was slightly sluggish.
He really didn't dare to let himself be idle.
Whenever he had free time, he would involuntarily think of Gu Jingyun and the people and things on that continent.
Carol waited patiently for a long time before his young mentor finally spoke slowly.
"You know I traveled to another world, right?"
Carol nodded, and the whole continent knew it.
Jiang Yan: "I'm there, with a lover."
Carol's eyes widened. The Supreme Lord has a lover? No one knows this!
Jiang Yan said softly: "I got separated from him, and he said he would come find me, I am waiting for him."
Carol understood immediately, and when he looked back at his mentor, he was somewhat at a loss.
A time tunnel cannot be opened just because you want to, not to mention that it is extremely difficult to accurately find the one you have landed in among the myriad worlds.
The probability of opening the door is one in ten thousand, and the probability of opening the opposite door is one in ten million.
Carol didn't know how to persuade her.
In his eyes, being a mentor in an interracial relationship is no different from being heartbroken.
Jiang Yan cheered himself up without any comfort from others.
"It's late, you should go back."
Carol asked, “What about you?”
Jiang Yan originally wanted to say that he was going back to the lab, but after a brief pause, he changed the subject: "...I'm going home to sleep too."
I haven't slept for three days.
If my brother knew about this, he would probably be very angry.
Jiang Yan watched his apprentice go upstairs, then turned around and summoned the Demon-Breaking Sword.
He had become very skilled at flying the sword. He quickly flew back to his castle, cast a simple cleaning spell, and crawled into bed.
Jiang Yan dreamed of that handsome face and the familiar gentle eyes.
The man stretched out his hand to him, and Jiang Yan held it tightly, wrapping his arms around the man's waist. Although he was hugging him tightly, it felt like he was holding a ball of air in his arms.
Jiang Yan knew it was a dream.
Because there was no touch, no temperature, no kiss that should have landed on his forehead.
After waking up, Jiang Yan found that his pillow was wet.
The young man waved his wand expressionlessly, and the remaining tear marks on his face and the wetness on the pillowcase were wiped away by the invisible eraser.
Jiang Yan pretended nothing happened, took out the Hanlong flute, hung it around his waist, and decided to play a few tunes whenever he wanted to, to express his longing for her.
"It's a new day!" Jiang Yan rubbed his cheeks and cheered himself up. "The weather is good today. Let's go to the terrace to practice swordplay."
When he pushed open the bedroom door, he was once again the powerful and calm Supreme Lord worshipped by everyone.
Jiang Yan walked through the corridor of the castle. The morning light shone into the room through the rose windows, stretching the young man's lonely shadow extremely long.
The servants passing by saluted respectfully.
"Good morning, Saint."
Jiang Yan nodded at him, his temperament was cold but there was a gentle smile on his lips.
The Demon-Destroying Sword on his back kept shaking, and the red sword tassel hanging on the hilt also swayed with it.
Just like Jiang Yan's heart that could never be at peace.
…
Jiang Yan was not worried. He believed that Gu Jingyun could ascend to the fairyland and find himself among the three thousand worlds.
I just feel lonely sometimes.
When he was lonely and thinking of him, Jiang Yan would take the Hanlong flute, and either stand on the top floor of the castle or sit in front of the bedroom window, playing the jade flute that Gu Jingyun made for him.
He was well aware of his musical skills, and every time he played the flute, he would try his best to avoid innocent passers-by.
If you have some concerns, you won't be able to play the flute as you wish.
I can only reach out and touch it when I want to play the flute, and then I'll pretend I've played it.
As this happened more and more times, everyone noticed the instructor's "forbearance".
Jiang Yan did not hide it from the people around him, and everyone gradually came to know that Jiang Yan had a lover from another world, and the flute that he never left and loved as his life was given to him by that person.
People often see the young man looking leisurely into the distance, stroking the flute in his hand, but saying nothing.
The disciples felt sorry for their mentor.
Finally one day, Carol once again represented everyone and took the initiative to tell Jiang Yan: "Teacher, play the flute! If this is your way of missing your master's wife, then go ahead and do it. We'd love to hear it!"
A group of fellow students nodded frantically in agreement behind him.
Jiang Yan found it funny: "Master's wife?"
Carol: "That's your lover in the other world! She must be a dignified and elegant lady to be able to fall in love with you, right?"
Jiang Yan coughed lightly: "He is not dignified and elegant."
Carol was stunned for a moment, then responded quickly: "Oh? That's the lively and lovely lady, and she's a perfect match for you!"
Jiang Yan: "He's not lively or cute either."
Carol: "Hmm... decisive? Gallant? Aloof and arrogant?"
Jiang Yan said with a smile: "He... has it all."
The disciples all exclaimed “Wow”.
"What a perfect lady!" Carol praised.
Jiang Yan corrected: "Yes, sir."
——He was a handsome and elegant swordsman, and his favorite thing in life was to play the piano and flute together to destroy other people's ears.
The disciples, led by Carol, were very confused.
But they soon came to terms with it and realized that she could still be a master's wife no matter whether she was the same gender.
Our mentor became famous at a young age, achieved the realm of the Supreme Saint when he was young, and is still constantly challenging himself.
His students are all over the world and his reputation is known throughout the country. As long as he is alive, no alien race dares to cross the line.
Such a great mentor must be the one mentioned above!
The disciples who had blind confidence in Jiang Yan thought so.
The disciples suggested that Jiang Yan should not hold back and should just play the flute whenever he wanted, in case his mistress heard the sound of the flute in another world and came looking for him.
Jiang Yan thought they were just daydreaming, but he couldn't help his fantasy.
So Jiang Yan gradually developed the habit of playing the flute whenever he had time.
He was a little reserved at first, but later he became more and more relaxed and no longer treated his disciples as outsiders.
The disciples who were his own people felt a little painful.
The teacher said that he played the flute badly, and everyone thought he was being modest, but it turned out to be true, just in a different direction.
This is not "ugly" at all, it should be called "killing without shedding blood"!
The days were long, and the disciples whose ears were damaged by their mentor gradually got used to it.
From forcing a smile, to covering his ears with a look of pain, to passing by without changing his expression or heart beating.
In the end, it has evolved into a situation where a group of people laugh and chat in front of the instructor who is playing the flute. After Jiang Yan finishes a piece of music, they will applaud and say that the teacher plays the flute really well.
Occasionally, exchange students from other colleges come to study here, and when they see this scene, they think these paper kings have finally gone crazy.
The disciples all said with disdain: "You know nothing. Can you persist in practicing magic under the sound of Master Jiang Yan's flute? Can you persist for one minute? If you can't even do this, huh, you are rubbish."
Jiang Yan: “…”
These little bastards are ruining my reputation.
Others don’t understand the key.
They suddenly realized: "So that's it! This is actually a completely new way to train willpower and cultivate magic power!"
I really didn't expect this.
As expected of the Supreme Saint, his methods of training students are different.
Jiang Yan: “???”
You, me...oh, forget it.
Jiang Yan just pretended they didn't exist and did what he was supposed to do.
After the exchange students had spent a whole week listening to the flute, everyone felt that half of their souls had gone away, and they returned home like wandering spirits.
result.
After they had rested and recovered their strength, they were pleasantly surprised to find that their concentration (ability to resist torture) had improved a lot!
Mages need to concentrate their full attention and focus to gather their magic power, but they can actually devote themselves to practice in a noisy environment!
Oh my god!
As expected of the Supreme Saint!!
Jiang Yan found something wrong.
Since when, the rumor that his flute music can help increase willpower and magic power has spread more and more widely, and even spread throughout the continent as the "secret practice method of the Supreme Saint."
The masters were proud to hear Jiang Yan's flute music, and regarded it as a sign of Jiang Yan's praise and test for them.
The nobles were proud to successfully invite Jiang Yan to play the flute at the banquet. Whoever could successfully invite him would have great honor and could brag about it for the rest of his life.
Some people even sent invitations, hoping that the Supreme Saint would play a song for their newborn babies. They believed that Jiang Yan's flute music could improve the babies' future magical aptitude.
Jiang Yan: It’s outrageous.
Of course, no noble has yet succeeded in inviting this mysterious flute master.
Jiang Yan was too lazy to pay attention to them.
Ever since the rumor spread across the mainland, Jiang Yan never played the flute in public again, and only played it in his own territory.
The disciples and servants in the territory were very moved: the mentor/adult was so kind to them! That's why the flute sound was getting worse and worse, it was really hard to bear.
Is this the price of becoming stronger?
They seemed to have forgotten the reason why they encouraged their mentor to play the flute in the first place, and they firmly believed that Jiang Yan's flute music had special effects.
Jiang Yan was speechless, but there was nothing he could do about them.
I don't care about these rumors. I don't care about my reputation anyway, so let them say whatever they want.
It’s okay not to go anywhere else to play the flute.
Hill Continent is so big. If Gu Jingyun really follows Diyin here and ends up at the other end of the continent and can’t find anyone, what will he do?
Jiang Yan thought about this while playing the discordant song "Feng Qiu Huang".
The song is over.
The young man put down the flute in his hand and smiled at himself.
As expected, after spending too much time with stupid disciples, I also became stupid. This flute sound can't even reach the castle, so how can it penetrate the barrier and reach the other world?
From that day on, Jiang Yan was no longer keen on playing the flute. Instead, he began to study the art of time and space travel and picked up the spiritual power cultivation that had been stagnant for a long time.
It doesn't matter.
If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain.
Jiang Yan thought to himself: If my brother can't come, I can also try my best and ascend to find him.
Time flies.
Two years later, Jiang Yan made another breakthrough and achieved great perfection in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
The spiritual power in the magic world is so weak that it is almost non-existent. If the spiritual power required for the Tribulation Period cultivation is converted into high-quality spirit stones, it will be an astronomical figure.
Jiang Yan could not use spirit stones to construct formations and gather spiritual energy for his own practice as he did before the Jindan stage.
He can't afford it.
Even including Jiang Qingsui’s inventory, it is still not enough.
Jiang Yan can only take it slow, steady and accumulating little by little, until water drips through a stone.
At this moment, he was finally only one step away from ascension.
Jiang Yan has already bid farewell to his parents and relatives and friends, and is only waiting to find a suitable place to retreat before he can overcome the thunder tribulation and ascend to heaven.
He wanted to use the thunder tribulation to break the world barrier and try to go through to find Gu Jingyun.
When Jiang Yan's disciples heard about this, they came to celebrate and say goodbye.
They were clamoring for a banquet, and Jiang Yan was so enthusiastic that he joined in.
In the past two years, Jiang Yan has been obsessed with cultivation and has gradually withdrawn from the academy. Apart from accepting one or two extremely talented disciples, he rarely gives lectures and rarely sees people.
It's rare to be lively.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone was more or less drunk, even Jiang Yan was infected by the atmosphere and drank a few glasses. He was not a good drinker, and at this time he felt a little dizzy and his body was slightly swaying.
A new disciple saw the jade flute hanging around his teacher's waist and remembered the rumor from two years ago.
He was drunk, holding a glass of wine, and ran to Jiang Yan. Without saying anything, he toasted Jiang Yan and then sincerely said that he wanted to ask the tutor for help.
Jiang Yan nodded readily: "Whatever it is, just tell me."
Young disciple: "I want to hear the teacher play a piece on the jade flute."
"Didn't ask... huh?" Jiang Yan suddenly sobered up a bit.
The faces of the disciples who knew the inside story changed drastically. It was not that they were unwilling to listen to their teacher playing the flute, but they felt that their resistance had decreased and they might not be able to handle it!
The youngest disciple looked at Jiang Yan with admiration and affection, with his hands clasped together.
"Teacher, please, this is my lifelong request!"
Jiang Yan thought for a moment and said, "Okay. But I haven't played the flute for many years, so I might not be able to play it well."
The disciple was delighted: "It's okay, I don't care!"
The insider was even more upset: We care! !
Jiang Yan picked up the flute with great interest: "I'm going to start."
Disciple: “Yes!”
The song was only a third of the way through when everyone present sobered up, and the young disciple closest to him had a dazed look on his face, unable to control his facial expressions.
Halfway through the song, the people present began to look for things to use as earplugs. Before the young apprentice could spit out his soul, the experienced seniors patted his soul back and dragged the body to the back skillfully.
Thanks to their mentor’s tireless teaching (torture) many years ago, they are among the few people present who can move freely.
The seniors dragged the junior outside the house, shook his shoulders hard, and slapped his cheeks: "Hey, wake up! Don't die!"
The young disciple trembled and said, "Master's flute music is really... well-deserved!"
A chuckle suddenly came from not far away.
The sound is very soft and very pleasant.
The students looked in the direction of the voice and found that the person not only had a nice voice but was also very handsome.
He was a young man wearing a black robe, his back straight as a pine tree, and a long sword on his back.
His black hair was tied into a high ponytail, with a few strands of hair hanging down at his temples. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, the corners of his lips were raised, and a smile was hidden in his dark pupils.
He is truly a nobleman who stands like a graceful orchid and whose smile is as bright as the moon in one's arms.
It just looks somewhat familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.
The students were stunned for a moment. Carol, the chief disciple, was the first to come back to his senses and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Gu Jingyun, from the Dongzhou Sword Sect."
The strange yet handsome man politely gave his name and turned his gaze towards the hall where the mournful flute sounds continued.
He asked knowingly, "Excuse me, is Jiang Yan in there?"
A group of students stood in front of them with their arms outstretched, fearing that this strange man would force his way in and ruin their tutor's mood.
Carol frowned: "You want to see our tutor? Do you have an appointment? The teacher hasn't seen strangers for a long time."
Gu Jingyun said in a good-tempered manner: "Does a verbal agreement count?"
"It doesn't count!" Carol said, "Strangers have a fixed appointment process to meet the Supreme Lord, so how can there be a verbal agreement?"
"Supreme Holy Lord..."
The handsome man repeated the word several times, "It sounds good and suits him very well. Can't you be flexible?"
He asked the student in front of him.
The students all said at once: "That won't do! Everyone has to be accommodating. Does the teacher still want to practice? He still wants to become an immortal and go find his master's wife!"
Gu Jingyun raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Master's wife?"
Carol held her head high and said, "You don't understand this, the teacher is a family man! It's just that the two of them got separated, and the teacher's wife was left in another world!"
Gu Jingyun chuckled and said, "I see. If that's the case, you have even less reason to stop me."
Carol: "? You are so confident, what's the reason?"
Gu Jingyun stepped forward and passed by everyone. Carol and the disciples beside him rushed forward to stop him, but before they knew it, the black-haired man had already bypassed them.
In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared, leaving only a sentence:
"Because I am your master's wife."
Everyone: “???”
Everyone: “!!!”
…
Jiang Yan was playing the flute with great enthusiasm. He felt that he must be very drunk, otherwise how could he see the phantom of Gu Jingyun reaching out to him.
The phantom could still speak: "...Why did you drink so much? You don't even need to use your spiritual energy to block the smell of alcohol. You will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."
Jiang Yan stared blankly at the familiar face, then stumbled into Gu Jingyun's arms.
Gu Jingyun was helpless: "Little drunkard, you can't even stand steadily? Do you still recognize who I am?"
Jiang Yan carefully scanned every part of him and raised his hand to touch his eyebrows.
"I recognize you." Jiang Yan said, "You are Gu Jingyun, my Taoist partner."
Gu Jingyun hugged him tightly and gently kissed the young man on the forehead.
Be gentle as possible.
The people below were stunned and had no idea what this development was.
Outside the hall, Carol led a group of disciples and hurried in. Carol had already remembered who the man was. When he was helping his teacher clean up the study, he had accidentally seen a painting.
The man in the painting was extremely handsome. He was holding a long sword and practicing sword moves in the bamboo forest. When he saw the person coming, he raised his eyebrows and curled up the corners of his lips.
The picture freezes at the moment when he smiles before speaking and has not yet put away his sword.
Carol once asked Jiang Yan, and Jiang Yan told him without hesitation that the man in the painting was his Taoist partner.
…
Before Gu Jingyun took Jiang Yan away, Carol shouted, "Master's Wife! Where are you taking our teacher?!
Everyone's pupils trembled.
Gu Jingyun calmly responded: "Take your teacher to sober up. Don't worry, he will be back."
After that, the two disappeared in the hall, leaving behind an uproar and heated gossip discussion.
Amid the hustle and bustle, a voice suddenly rose up: "Is that the teacher's wife? Why do I feel like the teacher can't beat him?"
The hall was silent for three seconds, and everyone looked over there.
The new apprentice had a look of pure stupidity on his face, and said innocently, "Seniors, what's the matter? Am I wrong?"
The seniors tried to remain calm.
Calm failure.
Everyone surrounded the junior and criticized him. The loudest curse was: "You know shit! Our teacher is so perfect, he must be the one above!!"
…
Gu Jingyun brought Jiang Yan back to Jiang Yan's castle. He didn't know where Jiang Yan's room was, so he had to carry him horizontally and randomly grabbed a passing servant to ask.
The attendant looked at the handsome man in front of him, and then looked at the Supreme Saint who was held in his princess arms.
The Supreme Saint took the initiative to hook his arm around the handsome guy's neck, and he was mumbling something.
Servant: “!!”
He immediately lowered his head, not daring to look any further, and raised his hand tremblingly to point the way.
Outside the bedroom.
Gu Jingyun kicked open the door of the room and wanted to put the person on the bed.
Jiang Yan refused to cooperate and struggled to get up from the bed. When he moved a little more vigorously, he started to complain about a headache.
You can't reason with a drunk.
Gu Jingyun compromised, used a spiritual power to close the door, took off both of their shoes, socks and outer clothes, and leaned against the head of the bed while holding the person.
This time, Jiang Yan was very obedient the whole time and did not move. He just stared at Gu Jingyun, not even blinking.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Gu Jingyun leaned over and poked Jiang Yan's cheek.
So silly and cute.
Jiang Yan grabbed his hand and used his other hand to stroke Gu Jingyun's eyebrows again.
"I'm really drunk," he muttered.
Gu Jingyun let him touch him and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Jiang Yan: "If I'm not drunk, how can I see you? If I'm not drunk, how can I deceive my brain and make your illusion so real?"
Gu Jingyun was silent for a moment, and suddenly pressed down Jiang Yan's hand that was touching him, and pressed his cheek against Jiang Yan's palm.
"Ayan, I am real. Feel me, I am really in front of you."
Jiang Yan moved his fingers and exclaimed: "This dream is so real, even the touch and body temperature are so realistic. I wonder if I can still remember it when I wake up tomorrow."
Gu Jingyun: “…”
Gu Jingyun snorted and laughed: "Then let you see whether I am real or fake!"
He leaned forward, pulled the person into his arms fiercely, and kissed Jiang Yan fiercely.
Gu Jingyun hugged the person sincerely in his arms, and he breathed a sigh of relief, with deep affection in his eyes and eyebrows.
He and Jiang Yan haven't seen each other for a long time.
Missing you is like a pain gnawing at your bones, which cannot be relieved day or night.
Until the beauty was in his arms, the stars and the moon fell into his arms, and his lips touched Jiang Yan's lips.
Gu Jingyun clearly heard the sound of his own soul relaxing, and the sword beside his pillow made a long sound, as if to congratulate their reunion.
After the kiss, Jiang Yan was completely awake.
The young man said in disbelief, "It's really you."
Gu Jingyun: "It's me."
He slowly moved forward and kissed Jiang Yan again, and said vaguely between kisses: "I finally found you."
Jiang Yan was kissed so hard that he felt weak all over. He lay on his back on the bed, and tears suddenly fell.
Gu Jingyun kissed away his tears bit by bit.
Jiang Yan: "You're here."
Gu Jingyun: "Yeah."
Jiang Yan: "Too slow, if it's any later it will be my turn to find you."
Gu Jingyun: "I'm sorry, the Three Thousand Worlds are too big. Even with the branches of the Mother Tree as a guide, I still took some detours."
Jiang Yan: "I forgive you."
Gu Jingyun was still leaning on Jiang Yan's body. The distance between them was very close, and their breaths intertwined.
Jiang Yan raised his hand, exerted a little force, and tore open the collar of Gu Jingyun's clothes.
Gu Jingyun raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What do you want to do?"
Jiang Yan said slowly: "I want to learn the method of dual cultivation from the Immortal Lord...I wonder if you are willing?"
Gu Jingyun was stunned, and his mind was reminded of the past with these simple words.
Jiang Yan tugged at his collar and said with a dissatisfied tone, "Immortal Lord, are you willing?"
"...Okay." Gu Jingyun's voice was tinged with hoarseness, and his dark eyes were full of tenderness, "Of course I am willing."
…
Afterwards, Jiang Yan asked Gu Jingyun how he found him.
After all, the Three Thousand Worlds are so vast that accurately locating them is probably even more difficult than the hell level.
Gu Jingyun said frankly: "When I was looking for you, I suddenly heard a very unpleasant flute sound. I knew it was you, so I followed the direction of the flute sound and looked for you one by one."
"Use the branches of the Elven Mother Tree as a guide, find the right direction to land, and you will be found successfully."
Jiang Yan: "...There are so many people who can play the flute, and many who play it badly. How can you be sure that it is me! If you find the wrong person——"
"I won't make a mistake." Gu Jingyun said with a smile: "Looking at the four seas and eight wastelands, the three thousand worlds, only your flute sound is so unique and ugly."
"What are the characteristics?" Jiang Yan asked.
Gu Jingyun: "It makes people want to hit their heads against the wall and never wake up again."
Jiang Yan: “…”
The face of the Supreme Saint turned pale and blue, and he glared at Gu Jingyun fiercely, then walked away angrily. But he walked very slowly, as if he was waiting for someone to catch up with him.
Gu Jingyun rushed over and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be upset, Ah Yan. It's my fault for talking nonsense."
Jiang Yan pointed at the kiss mark on his collarbone and said slowly: "Brother, did you see it? It's your evidence."
Gu Jingyun's face changed.
Eleanor had an academic conference, and Jiang Qing accompanied her on a business trip to a neighboring country.
When they heard that Gu Jingyun was coming, they were both very excited - in different ways.
After the meeting, they will rush to Jiang Yan's castle to meet their son-in-law.
"You should first think about how to save your legs." Jiang Yan said slowly.
Gu Jingyun was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly picked up Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan was shocked: "What are you going to do?!"
"Since we have to fight with my father-in-law anyway, we might as well ask for some interest in advance." Gu Jingyun said with a smile.
Jiang Yan: "Why are you asking for—ugh!"
The young man was pressed against the window and kissed. Through the gap in the window, he could vaguely see the blooming branches.
Jiang Yan closed his eyes, opened his lips and held the tip of the man's tongue.
"...Don't leave me again."
"good."
"Love you so much."
"I love you too."
Use wet kisses to exchange the most passionate love.
The warm afternoon sun shone into the room, and the shadows of the two people were entangled together, indistinguishable from each other.
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