"Master!" Liang Si grabbed her robe. "Master! Words alone are not enough!"
He seemed very anxious. "Master, why? Why should you be a demon just because they say so?"
"I...I've seen it all. I was practically inseparable from you. You...you've never harmed anyone!"
He wiped away his tears, trying hard to suppress a laugh, wanting his master to see that he wasn't crying, but the tears fell like rain from the sky. "Master, you are exceptionally talented and learn everything quickly. You, you must have had a purpose in doing those things, you weren't trying to hurt anyone, right?"
She sighed softly. She wasn't a cheerful person, and her smile seemed forced. She pushed the person away, saying, "Xiao Si, if you follow me, you'll die again."
"Master..."
This time, no matter how Liang Si tried to persuade her to stay, all she could hold onto was the half of Wen Jingge's torn robe.
Her figure was gradually fading away, while he sat dejectedly on the ground, knowing that the die was cast.
"Where did that person leave?" It was Qiao Yu who spoke. He had appeared at some point, and his underdeveloped body made it difficult for him to stand up. "My dear senior brother, where are you going?"
He followed Liang Si's gaze into the distance, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes. "I told you before, someone like her is heartless. Don't even dream about her. She's nothing but a hypocrite!"
"Qiao Yu!" Liang Si stood up from the ground, still dejected, but he was furious, his eyes filled with rebuke born of pain and injury. "That's your master!"
“Master?” Qiao Yu sneered, her hatred intensifying. “No master has ever tortured his disciples like this.”
"What are you doing out here?" Liang Si's expression changed slightly, as if she had suddenly thought of something. "You shouldn't be here."
"Where should I be?" he laughed, his face contorted, not at all like a normal child. "Where should I be? In that water vat, continuing to eat scraps, continuing to have my limbs broken, continuing to be devoured by scorpions and venomous insects?"
Liang Si didn't speak, but looked at him with a strange expression, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't dare to.
"I've come out! Of course, I'm here to settle scores! I'm going to make you pay for everything you've done to me."
"You! You will definitely suffer retribution! You shouldn't have been born into this world. If it weren't for Master's pity..." He stopped, his impatient expression suddenly halting, a faint, inopportune smile appearing on his lips. "Master is right! If you live another day, the world will never have peace! You—"
He clearly wanted to say something more, but Qiao Yu had already severed his head.
Qiao Yu's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the rolling head on the ground as if admiring a newly collected toy. He ignored the blood on the ground and sat down.
"Senior brother, since you enjoy serving Master so much, then I will grant your wish. You go on your journey first, and Master will come to join you soon."
Wen Jingge was splattered with blood; the blood on her face felt very real and was warm.
Qiao Yu was stunned, seemingly only then noticing the figure in front of him. When he saw who it was, he looked dumbfounded, "Master? No, you are another master."
Wen Jingge didn't reply to him, but looked at Liang Si's head with her eyes still open, as if she had seen her too.
"Whose head are you holding?"
"It's my senior brother's." Qiao Yu was like an emotionless robot, cold and aloof.
Wen Jingge looked at the head he was cradling in his arms, as if it were still bleeding. Her heart was bleeding too. She questioned, "Has he ever hurt you?"
Perhaps because Liang Si, whom she had raised, had always been gentle and refined since she woke up, and treated her fellow disciples with kindness and affection, Wen Jingge's first thought upon seeing this scene of fratricide was what she would do if Liang Si really died in front of her.
"No, it's just that Master has always valued..."
Snap
Wen Jingge slapped him across the face and said angrily, "What you're doing now is no different from what your master did to you!"
"I... Master, Master..." Qiao Yu panicked.
He knew that these two masters, who looked alike, had completely different personalities, and stubbornly retorted, "Didn't you say, Master, that we should repay kindness and avenge wrongs?"
"That's Wen Jingge's revenge. You're seeking it out on her. What business is it of anyone else? Do you dare say your senior brother hasn't been good to you? Next, do you want to destroy the Xuan Yun Sect before you feel at ease? Only then can you settle the score with the people on your shoulders?"
Qiao Yu remained silent, as if her thoughts had been guessed, and sat quietly to the side.
"Fine, very well!" Wen Jingge was furious. "You're really something! A heartless ingrate like you—"
"Master! I didn't! I wouldn't!" His face changed, filled with fear. "I... I didn't think that much, I just hated, hated, and then..."
"Master, please, please don't go, I..."
Whether Wen Jingge leaves or not is not a decision she can make; she doesn't want to leave either, as she hasn't even warmed her hands yet to deliver the slap.
Unfortunately, she has already returned to reality.
"Is that all?" Wen Jingge sighed.
In front of her squatted an old Taoist priest, who was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
The old Taoist's robe was a dull gray color, as if he had worn it for a hundred or eighty years without changing it. He also exuded a strange smell, unlike a normal human or a proper Taoist master.
Even if a master doesn't like cleaning, they can still cast a dust-removing spell on themselves to make themselves look clean and refreshed.
But the person in front of her gave Wen Jingge a feeling more like:
I don't shower, I don't wash my face, I'm filthy. I have many ways to clean myself, but I just won't do them. I'm just playing around, just trying to disgust you.
The old Taoist's eyes were bright, like a clear mirror, reflecting everything in the world, like a newborn child.
But that old face of his was even more weathered than Yuan Qingling's before she took the pill; it was like old tree bark.
Singer Wen Jin felt a little itchy, but thinking about how pitifully few spirit stones she had, she ultimately didn't say anything like, "I'll give you a cosmetic procedure."
Beside the old Taoist priest was a water vat, somewhat similar to the scene seen earlier. Qiao Yu was soaking in this water vat.
The difference was that the Xuan silk had become two ropes, tightly wrapping him like a rice dumpling: one was the Immortal Binding Rope, specifically for dealing with Xuan Masters, and the other was the Demon Binding Rope, used to deal with demons.
The equipment was quite complete; under the water tank was a mud pile, and under the mud pile were firewood.
This scene reminded Wen Jingge of the time when monsters ate Tang Sanzang's flesh. It was the same, but in the end, the monsters got nothing but bathwater.
Thinking of this script, Wen Jingge remained silent and instead looked at his eldest disciple, Liang Si.
He entered in his soul form, so the ropes had little effect on him; they only prevented him from moving because his hands and feet were bound by the mysterious silk threads along his meridians.
"Who...who exactly are you?"
As Wen Jingge surveyed her surroundings, the old Taoist priest was also watching her. He was apprehensive but not flustered, seemingly pondering how to deal with Wen Jingge.
“Making trouble in front of my house, not just anyone would dare to do that.” Wen Jingge sat opposite him, looking at the rope in the water tank, and found a clean spot to sit down. “It seems your Grandmaster has been out.”
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