Dog and Sheep
After Yin Heng was cured of the poison, Jiang Yun accompanied Ye Qingci back to his master's sect.
Look at Master.
Ye Qingci was no longer considered a disciple of the Yanlian Sect. His master lived in a secluded place in the back mountain, and the two of them sneaked in through the barrier set up by his master. When he sensed his presence, a ray of divine consciousness appeared.
"Qingci, you're back." Zhang Huailan's consciousness was looming, and she smiled gently not far away, "Come to my room."
Jiang Yun had never been to Yanlian Sect, let alone this rarely visited back mountain. Led by Ye Qingci, he found only a few old houses in the back mountain, the most secluded of which was his master's residence.
The plaque reads "Lanzhe Hall".
The furnishings in Lan Ze Hall were simple and elegant. Sunlight filtered through the window lattice onto the bed, illuminating the silhouette behind the curtains. A zither sat on a small table beside the bed, its body untouched by a speck of dust. Its strings shone with a multicolored hue, a testament to its unusual material.
It looks like it should be Le Xiu.
But Ye Qingci, he is a sword cultivator! There is not a single sword to be found in this whole room.
Jiang Yun grabbed Ye Qingci's sleeve and lowered his voice, "Qingci, your master... should be Le Xiu, right? Then who taught you swordsmanship?"
"Master used to practice both sword and music, but later his health deteriorated and he forsook his sword and retreated from the world. Now he only practices music."
Ye Qingci led Jiang Yun to the bedside and opened the curtains. He knelt down and saluted Zhang Huailan as a disciple, with Jiang Yun following closely behind.
Her face was a sickly pale, and her wrists were as slender as green bamboo. She held Ye Qingci's arm and said, "Get up. There's no need for us to be so formal." They both stood up. She covered her face and coughed a few times. Her face was haggard, but her eyes shone with a gentle light. Her eyes looked at Jiang Yun, as gentle as if they were looking at a flesh and blood. "Qingci, who is this child?"
Ye Qingci held Jiang Yun's hand, his brows softening, "Master, he is my lover."
Two birds flew to the window, chirping happily.
Jiang Yun's ears instantly turned red when he heard this, and he stumbled over his words, "Master... My name is Jiang Yun. Qingci... is my lover."
Zhang Huailan smiled, a hint of color appearing on her face, "You're a good child. Seeing that you have someone to take care of you, I don't have to worry about you anymore."
"Um."
The look in Ye Qingci's eyes when he looked at him was full of tenderness, as if he wanted to crush his feelings and give them to him. He was his gift from heaven, and he was willing to be entangled with him for the rest of his life.
The paper rustled as Li Qingqian dipped the brush in ink and picked up the pen.
"If the unicorn could be tethered and restrained, how would it be any different from a dog or a sheep?"
Her handwriting was vigorous and flowing. She picked up the paper, her eyes dimmed. "Now, what's the difference between me and a dog or a sheep?" She summoned spiritual fire and burned the paper, sending embers flying. The flames burned so brightly that they stung her eyes.
How can dogs and sheep be free?
Boom——
Xiao Yuan opened his eyes at the sound, sat up and rubbed them, vaguely seeing Yin Heng picking up his zither. Yin Heng didn't seem to notice he was awake, and he didn't know what he was fiddling with. Xiao Yuan walked over barefoot and asked hoarsely, "What are you doing?"
Yin Heng stopped what he was doing and put down the zither. "Did I wake you up? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"
Xiao Yuan bit the hairband with his mouth, pulled his hair twice, and said incoherently: "Mmm, it smells good."
After lunch, Xiao Yuan felt sleepy. He calculated that he had slept for more than an hour.
Yin Heng chuckled, took the hairband out of his mouth, and tied it into a low ponytail for him. "Then do you want to try playing the piano? I'll teach you."
Xiao Yuan nodded. It must be said that he looked very different with his low ponytail than usual, like a little rabbit.
Yin Heng carried the zither on his back, took Xiao Yuan and left, bringing him to Fengyutai for peace and quiet.
Xiao Yuan placed the zither on his lap and sat cross-legged. Yin Heng sat beside him, looking at him with his chin propped up. "Ahan, I taught you this before. Do you remember?"
It was a long time ago, several years ago, when Yin Heng tried every possible means to teach him.
In fact, he didn't study seriously at that time.
Xiao Yuan felt a little guilty and stroked the strings, "Let me try..." He tried to play a few notes, but the result was... horrible.
Yin Heng had no choice but to stand up and sit behind Xiao Yuan, holding his hand. "I'll teach you again, remember this. I composed this song myself, and you've been the only one to hear it. If you forget it again, I'll... play it for someone else."
Non-threatening words...
Yin Heng held his hand and guided him in plucking the strings. The melodious sound was like a gentle breeze caressing one's face. It was a piece he had composed casually in his youth.
He was the only one who had heard it.
After the song, both of them were sweating. Yin Heng rested his chin on Xiao Yuan's shoulder and said, "Ahan, I was just kidding. I only played this for you."
Xiao Yuan rubbed his furry head and said, "Yeah, I know."
Yin Heng took advantage of the situation, clasping his hand with one hand and wrapping his other hand around his neck. He opened his mouth and bit down. Xiao Yuan cursed, "Yin Heng, are you a dog?" Yin Heng let go, twisting his head back, grunting. He then kissed his lips, passionately.
He could finally be openly intimate with him and express his desires. He couldn't help but want to kiss him, love him, and protect him. In this world, the mountains and rivers, the gentle breeze and the bright moon, were not half as beautiful as him.
The dusk has deepened and the tired birds are returning to the forest.
Yin Heng hung his head, his arms around Xiao Yuan's neck, "Are we going back?"
"Um."
Yin Heng took the zither and interlocked their fingers, a shimmering light on his shoulders. The two of them returned directly to Yujie Courtyard. After putting down the zither, they were about to leave when they suddenly remembered they had guests and considered looking at Li Qingqian. As they reached the depths of the courtyard, a gust of wind, mingled with sword energy, struck them, its sharp edge exposed.
Li Qingqian's sword, forged from nowhere, was crafted from black iron, its snow-white tassel swaying in the wind. Her movements were nimble and measured, her swordplay flowing like flowing water, every bit as smooth as a man's. Her slender wrist, seemingly vulnerable to breaking with the slightest exertion, now seemed extraordinarily powerful.
The wind blew away the nearby trees, which were not lush to begin with. Yin Heng let go of Xiao Yuan's hand and sighed, "Miss Qing Qian, my tree has only just sprouted a few leaves, and you're already pulling them out. That's too much."
Upon hearing this, Li Qingqian sheathed her sword and slung it behind her. "I'm sorry, young master." She extended her hand, and pure spiritual energy flowed from her fingertips, sending the green leaves on the ground back to where they came from. "Is this enough to make amends?" Xiao Yuan glanced at Yin Heng, speechless. "Rather than that, I'd rather praise your swordsmanship. You have good spiritual roots. If you practice diligently, you will surely achieve great success."
Li Qingqian retracted the sword and sneered, but with endless sadness in her eyes, "But I am a woman..." I still have to stay in the boudoir all my life, get married, have children, and live dependent on others.
In the past, many people said that she was intelligent and gifted, but in the end they would sigh, "What a pity she is a woman!" She did not believe that fate was predetermined by heaven, and that women could still make a name for themselves in the world. Now she also sighed that she was a woman.
"What does it matter if you're a woman or a man? As long as you have feelings for me, what does it matter if you're a man or a woman?" Yin Heng folded his arms and leaned against the tree trunk. "If you don't want to be a bird in a cage, you should break free and live for yourself."
Li Qingqian's eyes flickered. Xiao Yuan poked Yin Heng in the waist, reminding him to stand straight. "Miss Qingqian, gender is not an unbreakable shackle. The freedom you deserve needs to be fought for by yourself."
Li Qingqian raised the corner of his lips, "Thank you for the reminder, I will."
The only shackles on freedom are never gender, but yourself.
Crash——
Shen Ciyun had been in the underground palace for some time, looking listless every day. The man had modified her chains. Originally, she was restrained and unable to move. These chains were replaced with handcuffs and leg irons. While they restricted her movements to a certain extent, their spiritual veins were still sealed, but at least they were much more comfortable.
There wasn't much to see in the underground palace. He'd come to see her from time to time, bringing her food. Today, he visited her as usual. He put down his lunch box and poured out the untouched food from last time. "I brought you some porridge today. Eat some, Ciyun. You haven't eaten much in a long time. You've lost a lot of weight." He raised his hand and stroked her jaw. The sharp lines on his jaw were like a knife blade, cutting his hand painfully.
Shen Ciyun didn't respond, her lifeless face filled with bewilderment. He didn't get angry, but instead scooped up a spoonful of porridge and placed it against her lips. She still pursed her lips tightly, and after a moment's hesitation, he put down the bowl in his hand and wiped her lips. "Why don't you want to eat? Do you miss your father?"
"Let me get him for you."
Dad...Don't! ...
Shen Ciyun grabbed his collar fiercely, and rang out in a hoarse voice, "No! You are not allowed to go to him! You can't let him know that I... can't..."
"If you dare to touch my father, I swear, I will take your life. No matter what the cost, even if I die with you..." Shen Ciyun's eyes were bloodshot. She hadn't slept well for a long time.
Every day in this underground palace was like torture for her.
Perhaps, she will stay here forever, spending the rest of her life in a daze.
Every time a man comes, he strives for a moment of tenderness, even if it's fake. He hugged Shen Ciyun, and she let him hold her. His arms were warm, and he was full of tenderness when he held her. He rested his chin on the top of her head, smoothed her hair, and whispered, "Ciyun, I'll let you out. Wait for me." I'll let you out after I've done everything.
wait for me.
The lights in Fangwang City are bright, and ghost lights are flickering.
Yi Ming propped up his chin, closed his eyes, and dozed, a soft arc of light reflected on his face. Yi Ming waved, and the ghost serving beside him came forward. He pursed his lips and said, "Have you received a reply to the letter I sent?"
"Your Majesty, no."
Yi Ming opened his eyes and tutted, "That loser, he's more of a hindrance than a help. He wants to cooperate with me, but he can't give me anything, and yet he dares to give me orders."
Who does he think he is?
Yi Ming played with his eyeballs, stepping barefoot on the animal skin carpet. "He said... he needs to wait for an opportunity."
Timing. What is the real timing?
He is the great King of Hell, and he condescended to cooperate with a human being, which was already giving him enough face. He can do whatever he wants, so why should we be afraid of him?
The human race...is just a slave of the ghost world.
Yi Ming walked to the center of the palace, where a column of crimson blood gradually appeared. He raised his hand and shattered it.
"The human race will face a catastrophe. Everyone will become a slave to the ghost world. From now on, there will be no more cultivators, only slaves."
The entire sky of the ghost world was covered by crimson clouds, and clusters of ghost energy enveloped the ghost world. The bustling ghost market suddenly became quiet.
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