Chapter 93: End of World 2 The original owner's memory is very long and heavy...
The original owner's memory was long and painful, but it only took Yun Er a moment to accept it.
Yun Er paused for a few seconds, the hatred and pain faded from her eyes, and gradually returned to her original innocence and clarity.
"Master, I have diluted your emotions and memories. Do you feel better now?" Hua Ling asked worriedly.
"Much better, thank you, Hua Ling."
At this moment, the voice outside the door seemed a little louder, with a hint of worry in the tone: "Er Er, are you there?"
Yun Er then remembered the person outside the house and hurriedly said, "Mom, I'm here, please come in."
Su Zhiyi was wearing a moon-white robe, shimmering with pearls and jade, and she was gentle and charming. Seeing her daughter's pale face, she walked over quickly with worry and heartache, saying:
"Er Er, why do you look so pale? Are you sick?"
Yun Er looked at her gentle mother, and the dull pain in her heart seemed to intensify. She leaned her head against her mother's arms and said softly:
"No, I just feel useless. I'm the only one in the entire sect who can't practice."
Although Su Zhiyi felt regretful, she had given up long ago because she had not found a solution for so many years. Anyway, she had them and Ling Jue to protect her, and she just wanted her Er Er to be happy for the rest of her life.
"Don't be sad, Er Er. Your parents have always only wished you health and happiness. The path of cultivation is difficult. Look at your brothers and sisters, they are all often injured. Mother couldn't bear to let my delicate and soft daughter go through that hardship!"
Su Zhiyi didn't want her daughter to be sad, so she joked with a smile.
"You've never thought about this before. Is it because the girl your senior brother brought back made you feel uncomfortable?"
No one knows a girl better than her mother. Ever since Ling Jue took in a disciple on behalf of his master, Yun Er seemed to have been in a bad mood. In the past, when her senior brothers and sisters were practicing sword skills, Yun Er always liked to bring some homemade pastries to watch them practice. But she didn't go there often recently, and she stayed in her room all day. Su Zhiyi was worried that her daughter was sick, so she thought of coming to see her.
She and her husband should not have agreed to Ling Jue's request in the first place. It was only when Ling Jue said that Liu Yiyi had saved his life at the foot of the mountain and she had nowhere else to go that Yun Yangshuo took a step back and allowed Ling Jue to accept her as his disciple.
Originally, Ling Jue wanted Liu Yiyi to become Yun Yangshuo's disciple, but Yun Yangshuo already had five direct disciples, all of whom were very talented, and Liu Yiyi was not qualified.
After thinking about it, since it was Liu Yiyi who saved Ling Jue, it would be better for her to become Ling Jue's disciple directly. Although Ling Jue is still young, Yun Yangshuo will always give him important responsibilities in the future, so it would be good to train him in advance.
But if it makes his daughter unhappy, then naturally, she should put her feelings first. Besides, it was Ling Jue's favor, and it had nothing to do with them. In short, if he wanted to repay Liu Yiyi for saving his life, this was not the only way.
"If you are not happy, I will entrust Liu Yiyi to another sect as a disciple and not let her stay in our Yunxiao Sect, okay?"
Yun Er was surprised at Su Zhiyi's sharpness. To her parents, she was always the most important.
She seldom went to see Ling Jue in recent days. When she saw Ling Jue personally teaching Liu Yiyi how to practice sword, she did feel a little uncomfortable in her heart, especially when Yun Er wanted to say a few words to Ling Jue, she was always interrupted by Liu Yiyi several times. She then realized that this senior brother's new disciple seemed to dislike her.
But I can't tell this to my senior brother. He has always been fair and impartial, and he won't treat Liu Yiyi any differently because of these vague things. He might even think she is narrow-minded.
She likes her senior brother's integrity, but she also longs for a little favoritism.
She felt uncomfortable and didn't want to go to Ling Jue again, but she didn't expect that this would cause Su Zhiyi to worry.
But the "Yun'er" at this time is no longer the "Yun'er" who was infatuated with Ling Jue. As long as it does not hurt her family, she doesn't care what Ling Jue does or who he likes.
Yun Er rubbed her furry head against her mother and said softly, "I know that mother loves me. I am not unhappy because of Liu Yiyi, but because... I don't like my brother anymore."
"You kid, you're talking in anger again, and you're saying it's not because of Liu Yiyi."
Su Zhiyi patted her arm lightly and looked at her teasingly, thinking that she was still jealous.
Er'er has liked Ling Jue since she was a child. She was only waiting for Yun Yangshuo to pass the position of the head of the sect to Ling Jue in two years so that they could get married. How could she just say she didn't like him, especially at this critical juncture when Ling Jue brought back a woman?
Yun Yangshuo and Su Zhiyi watched Ling Jue grow up, believed in his character, and did not believe that he would have anything to do with Liu Yiyi. They just thought that the little girl cared too much about Ling Jue, not knowing that they could also make mistakes.
At present, Ling Jue really hasn't developed any other thoughts about Liu Yiyi, but after all, they have slept in each other's arms, and Ling Jue feels guilty and pity for her. He doesn't know when he will fall in love with her.
Yun Er knew that nothing had happened yet and no one would believe her, but she already knew what Liu Yiyi was going to do and could always catch her flaws.
Now she cannot send this troublesome Liu Yiyi away and let her go to harm other immortal sects. She will have Liu Yiyi and Ling Jue expelled from their Yunxiao Sect and receive the retribution they deserve!
So, Yun Er hugged Su Zhiyi's arm and said coquettishly, "Mom, just listen to me and let Liu Yiyi stay. I'm just a little bored. Mom, just accompany me down the mountain to play. I haven't been down the mountain for a long time..."
As Yun'er grew up, her personality became more gentle and reserved, and she rarely acted like a spoiled child. Su Zhiyi's heart was filled with tenderness, so naturally she believed whatever her daughter said.
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Yun Er had no cultivation and was no different from an ordinary person, and she was also beautiful, so Yun Yangshuo and Su Zhiyi rarely let her go down the mountain alone. Yun Er liked the hustle and bustle and the atmosphere of Qingsong Town at the foot of the mountain, and she was always particularly excited every time she came here.
Since they had to go down the mountain anyway, Su Zhiyi simply brought a few young disciples who had just been accepted into the sect this year to go down the mountain to relax.
It just so happened that today was the once-a-month market in Qingsong Town. The streets were much busier than usual, and the food and gadgets sold by street vendors were dazzling. Several young disciples followed Senior Sister Yun and Master's wife with excitement, whispering to each other.
High-level cultivators do not need to eat, but the oldest of the children is only 10 years old, and their cultivation is still at the lowest level. Yun Er has no cultivation at all. When he smelled the scent of various earthly foods in the air, his appetite was aroused.
"It smells so good, it's the scent of candy cakes. My dad used to buy them for me when I was a kid."
The disciple who was speaking was from Qingsong Town. His parents were still alive and he could go home once a month, which made him quite lucky. As for the other disciples, most of them were poor children without parents but with talent for cultivation. They were adopted by the sect and became cultivators.
"The food on the street smells so good. I wish Uncle Liu's cooking smelled this good."
Another round-faced child with a bun on his head said with a sad face, "Uncle Liu's food is too bland. I can't eat it."
"As long as the food can fill your stomach, it is enough. Never indulge in the desire for food. Once you reach the Golden Core stage as soon as possible, you won't need to eat anymore." This was what the oldest-looking disciple among the disciples said.
As soon as he spoke, the other young disciples nodded: "Senior brother is right."
Only the little boy who had just complained that Uncle Liu’s cooking was not tasty, secretly stuck out his tongue where the ambitious senior brother could not see, and did not agree with what his senior brother said in his heart.
Yun Er and Su Zhiyi were listening to them talking in front and found it interesting.
"Yao Ruo is right. As long as you practice diligently, it won't be long before you can form a golden elixir, and you won't need to eat anymore. The food cooked by Uncle Liu is relatively light, which is good for your health, but the taste is indeed a bit worse. I'll tell Uncle Liu when I get back and ask him to try to make the dishes more delicious." Su Zhiyi said with a smile.
"That's great, thank you, Master's wife!" Several disciples cheered.
"Uncle Liu's cooking isn't good, how's my cooking, Senior Sister?"
"What senior sister cooks is naturally the most delicious, but we don't want you to work hard." Yao Ruo said with a serious face.
Yun Er would sometimes make some delicious pastries and send them to a few close brothers and sisters. Occasionally, she would make too much and everyone would have a share. After they had tasted it once, they never wanted to eat what Uncle Liu made again. It was just that their senior sister was so delicate that they felt embarrassed to trouble her to cook for them all the time!
Yun Er thought that Yao Ruo was very cute because he looked mature despite being so young. She reached out and gently pinched Yao Ruo's chubby face and said with a smile, "How can Yao Ruo be so serious when he comes out to play? Kids should smile more."
Yao Ruo blushed immediately, losing his mature and steady look, and looked at his senior sister with sparkling eyes.
The other young disciples also looked at him enviously. The senior sister was gentle and pretty, and they all wanted to get close to her.
Su Zhiyi didn't want to keep them in check, so she said, "Okay, I'll give you some money. Go buy whatever you want to eat. We'll meet here in a quarter of an hour."
"Thank you, Master's wife."
Several young disciples went to other places in groups of two or three, excitedly strolling around. Yun Er and Su Zhiyi looked around slowly, and when they saw the shadow play and acrobatics on the street, they hid in the crowd to watch them too.
After walking around for a while, Yun Er saw someone selling candy figurines across the street. She tugged at her mother's sleeve and said, "Mom, I want to eat some candy figurines."
Yun Er blinked her watery eyes and looked at Su Zhiyi eagerly, just like when she was a child, pulling at her mother's skirt and begging her mother to buy her candy figures. This made Su Zhiyi's heart nostalgic and soft.
Su Zhiyi tapped Yun'er's forehead and took her to the stall to buy two strings of candy figures. Yun'er ate while walking, and the sweet taste made her whole body feel a little sweet.
The flower spirit felt the ease and joy in Yun Er's soul, and thought that its master had completely merged with the original owner, and its personality had become sweeter and softer.
The two of them bought some more things, and before a quarter of an hour had passed, they went to the restaurant next door. The restaurant also invited a storyteller so that the guests could listen to stories while eating.
Yun Er and Su Zhiyi ordered some dishes, and while waiting for the food, they listened to the storyteller's vivid descriptions of how the Demon Lord Fu Yao had killed countless people and how he had angered heaven and man. This made the audience despise and fear the Demon Lord. However, after listening to the whole thing, Yun Er felt that although the Demon Lord's methods of killing were a bit cruel, they could not be considered to be killing innocent people.
In fact, the new Demon Lord did not take the initiative to cause trouble after taking office. It was just that the demons had done too many wrong things in the past, such as burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of evil. Therefore, ordinary people would feel disgust and curse when they mentioned the demons.
"Demons shouldn't exist in this world!"
"That's right. I'm just looking forward to the day when the great masters of the immortal world can conquer the demon world and bring us back to a peaceful and prosperous era."
"However, the Demon Lord Fu Yao's cultivation is unfathomable. Five Mahayana cultivators were once unable to defeat him..."
"Anyway, no matter the man or woman, old or young, I will kill one by one if I see one, and I will kill two if I see two!"
There were also monks from other sects among the guests. When the people heard his words of slaughter, they cheered loudly, and the monk became even more proud and complacent.
When she heard this, Yun Er frowned, "No, mother, this shouldn't be the case. If a demon creature was born in a remote place, raised in the mountains, and has never harmed any living creature, he shouldn't be sentenced to death based on his origins. There are evil people among human cultivators, and there are good people among demon cultivators. Distinguishing right from wrong and not killing anyone unjustly is the original intention that we cultivators should uphold."
Before he finished speaking, a sneer suddenly rang out from the private room next door, separated by a wall.
Distinguish right from wrong and do not kill anyone unjustly.
That's an interesting statement.
Fu Yao raised his eyelids slightly and slowly tapped the table twice with his pale finger bones. Strands of evil energy surged out from his body.
He curled his lips, lightly tapped the demonic snake wrapped around his wrist, and sneered, "Are the people of Yunxiao Sect so naive?"
The demon snake trembled twice and dared not speak.
"She's nice, I like her."
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