"Oh my! What a coincidence!"
"Isn't that right?" Wang Xi chuckled insincerely. If her master hadn't forbade it, she would have been using this chicken essence to make barbecue right now.
This was the umpteenth time they had shaken off the master and servant pair only to be secretly followed again, and this conversation had already taken place.
"Where is your master?" This was the first time the man had spoken to her on his own initiative.
Because her master was usually present, but now, he had used a diversionary tactic to leave.
“Master will not accompany disciples during their training,” Liang Si said from the side. This time, it was still him and Wang Xi who went out to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path. Yang Wennan had been called to learn star charts since his advancement.
Liang Si had heard from her master that her master did not believe in such things, but her master's words yesterday piqued her interest, so it seemed that the two of them had reached a conclusion.
However, these two troublesome lackeys were the first task assigned to them by their master.
Be my servant!
Stars seemed to gleam in the man's eyes; his swirling gaze could draw everything in.
But then, he said, “Let me tell you, my royal brother used to love gouging out the eyes of people like you. Heterochromatic eyes are the most beautiful. They’re even more understated, luxurious, and meaningful when embedded in the city wall. That wall full of eyeballs is a beautiful sight in Qianyan.”
"I really hope I'll have the chance to meet him."
"You're my senior brother, you can definitely do it. Besides, aren't we just on our way? Sigh! I don't know why Master insists on walking. Can't we fly on our swords?"
"Let's talk about it later!" After the two siblings finished their discussion, they seemed to only then notice the people standing around them and asked in surprise, "Is there something else?"
The man's eyes twitched, and he fell into deep thought.
Why didn't his pupil technique work? It's expected that these two should have become his servants and told him where Wen Jingge had gone.
Why?
“Big…” Wang Xi couldn’t find the right address.
"Fellow Daoist! We are not doctors. If your eyes hurt, we can't help you. You don't need to blink anymore."
"Yes, especially don't blink at my third senior brother. He's gone blind from practicing his martial arts recently, he can't see."
man:……
...
"Are you really blind?" It would be a lie to say I don't regret it.
In the past, Wen Jingge had only heard that he had gone bald and become stronger.
But now, Yang Wennan has made great progress and solidified his sixth rank by pretending to be blind and telling fortunes, coupled with the scene of carnage he witnessed after successfully advancing to the next level.
But he really went blind.
Because now, no matter what he does, there's no need for him to open his eyes.
"Open your eyes and let me see you."
“Master, I can see it, but the sword intent will be distorted when I see it. It’s better not to see it.”
Wen Jingge: ...
"I told you not to give such bad advice!" Lu Wei had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, and only when he saw Wen Jingge glaring at him did he say indifferently, "Is there something wrong with that thing called glasses?"
"No, no, no, Master, Master, what I meant was that I can see, but I prefer to listen with my ears or smell with my nose rather than see."
Wen Jingge waved her hand, no longer asking any more questions, but also afraid that such a thing would happen again. "If there's anything you don't understand, it's best to ask your master. Your master is just a half-baked one, like that god. I've never taken on any disciples before you."
"Master... that's already very good." Yang Wennan felt genuinely grateful.
Each instance of psychological guidance helped him improve his swordsmanship. His master was a good person, but he was too playful.
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. I'm good at providing guidance on ideas, and I can make something up on the spot that will definitely give you a fresh perspective."
Lu Wei took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and was about to ask her where she got these fallacies when she inadvertently glanced at the booklet that Yang Wennan had tucked under her arm.
This booklet was the very one he had been looking at a few days ago, which he had found at an old bookstall on the street.
"Don't you value Qiao Yu the most?" Lu Wei asked, feeling jealous.
Of all the disciples, Qiao Yu has made the slowest progress. He is almost at the sixth rank, but his strength is low. Even with his constant urging and pushing, Qiao Yu has only reached the eighth rank.
Let's look at Yang Wennan. He was an eighth-rank official when he entered the sect, and now he's a sixth-rank official. He's still just an ordinary person.
How could Lu Wei not be anxious?
Furthermore, Wen Jingge first hinted that he should learn some talisman cultivation techniques and Buddhist practices, and now he's even getting him to study star charts. How long has it been since he entered the sect!
"Because I value him, I entrusted him to you. I said a long time ago that he is the future Sword God and will not disgrace your reputation as the God of War. What kind of normal disciple could I teach?"
Lu Wei was speechless once again.
He now misses that man who calls himself a god. When that man is alive, he is furious, but Wen Jingge is furious too.
"Waaaaah..."
"Help! Help! Someone help me!"
"Help me! Help me..."
"Woof woof woof..."
"Run! Someone's coming!"
The screams of women, the cries of children, the screams of men, the raging fire that stretched to the horizon, the neighing of horses, the barking of dogs, the cheers of people, and the sound of hooves echoing away.
"Mother! Mother! Don't go!"
A basin of cold water was poured over him, and he groggily opened his eyes. Before he could even utter a cry of surprise, he was kicked to the ground. Then, a barbed whip came crashing down from the sky.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Outside, the woman's painful cries echoed in the yard, but soon, amidst the man's taunts, only a single scream remained.
The boy wiped the water off his face. He was shivering all over from the cold, and his tightly bitten lips were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
Life here is hard; only the pain makes him more lucid.
The boy knew clearly that only by escaping this place could he see the light again. He didn't want to see the corpses of those familiar people appear before him one by one again.
"What are you thinking about, you little rascal!"
The man in front of them was the one who looked after these children; they called him the butler.
The butler had the character "prisoner" etched on his forehead and two long, deep scars on his face, making it look as if his head had been cut into several pieces.
There were many other children like him who had been taken back, some older and some younger, all looking at the butler in panic. This bewildered and uneasy expression was undoubtedly a tool to please the butler.
But when the boy touched his heart, it was dead.
He had never known sadness or joy since he could remember. His expression was pitifully rare. He tried to feign the same fear as others, but he was a step too slow, and the butler's whip lashed at him again.
"Wait a minute! You guys, get to work!"
The boy didn't cry out in pain or shed a tear. He slowly got up from the ground and stood up numbly.
The butler, finding the situation uninteresting, looked at the man's disfigured face, which mirrored his own, and pointed outside. "You go and clean up! The rest of you, go and serve the Holy Son!"
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