Master Jingyuan lay quietly, face down and back up, his blue Taoist robe soaked with blood.
Yun Yan strode forward, the money sword in his hand slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Ding-dong, ding-dong-dong—!
The irritating sounds were like a funeral dirge.
No! Master can't be dead!
Yun Yan broke down emotionally, kicked the money sword away, and his eyes instantly turned red.
In his memory, there were no parents, no brothers or sisters, only his master.
His master acted as both father and mother to him, raising him with a spoonful of rice cereal and a diaper.
Yunyan was cared for so much that he became frail and sickly, timid and prone to crying, and at five years old he still couldn't draw talismans.
Although my master is a little careless, he is usually very reliable.
At that time, Yuanqing Temple was very poor, owing more than a million.
The master often went down the mountain to catch ghosts to earn money and support the expenses of Yuanqing Temple.
Each time I come back, I bring something different.
When he was a child, Yunyan looked forward to his master coming home the most.
"My disciple, come and try on your new clothes."
"Master, it's too small."
"What do you mean 'small'? My disciple looks really good in it. He'll definitely grow up to be a very handsome man, captivating a large number of young men and women."
"Uncle-Master Xuyuan said that if we buy a larger size, we can wear it next year or the year after, so it won't be a waste of money."
“Don’t listen to his nonsense. Your master will buy you new clothes next year, and the year after that. Your master will buy you new clothes every year thereafter.”
This promise was never fulfilled... The master collapsed in front of the Taoist temple and never woke up again.
Yun Yan trembled all over, his gaze fixed on the familiar figure, tears gradually blurring his vision, and past scenes flashed through his mind again and again.
The first time I went down the mountain to catch a ghost, my master silently stood guard by my side.
“My disciple, charge forward boldly, beat him with all your might, and if you can’t beat him, run away. Your master will always be behind you.”
"Really?"
"It's 100% true. If I'm gone one day, go to the next mountain to find my junior master."
"Where is the Junior Grandmaster?"
"Nonsense! Your junior master is a few years younger than you, you will definitely die before her. No matter what happens, don't be afraid, you have someone backing you up."
Now, the person behind him is gone.
He didn't want to lose either his master or his junior master.
A teacher for a day is a father for life.
Yunyan felt as if his father had died; his heart was clenched in agony.
His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, as he uttered each word slowly and deliberately.
"Master! Master!! Master..."
The six words were like a lament, bringing tears to the eyes of those who heard them and heartbreaking to those who saw them.
Ling Xiao sobbed, turned away to wipe his eyes, and said, "Junior Brother Yun, please accept my condolences. Now is not the time to be sad. We must avenge Senior Uncle Jingyuan!"
Yun Yan clenched his fists. "You're right! Kill the monster and avenge Master!!"
Lin Xi withdrew her foot, which she had just stepped out, her expression very complicated.
She opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't speak.
Yun Yan moved too fast, and was forced to kneel down.
Since it's already like this, let nature take its course.
Yun Yan clenched his fist, his gaze resolute. "No, I'll put my master's revenge aside. He's gone, but I will protect Yuanqing Temple and all the disciples in his place."
Ling Xiao wholeheartedly agreed, "Among our generation, you have the strongest talent. Yuanqing Temple is now in your hands."
Looking at the person lying in a pool of blood, Yun Yan burst into tears, "Master, rest in peace, I..."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The person on the ground suddenly moved, slowly turning his head to reveal one eye.
"My disciple, I am not dead yet, do not cry at my grave."
Yun Yan stood there awkwardly, her face covered in tears.
For a moment, she didn't know whether to get up or wipe her tears.
If you're not dead, why didn't you say something sooner?
Just a second ago, he recalled the past three times, already preparing for farewell and funeral.
As a result, the master pretended to be dead.
Yun Yan turned around and covered his face.
A faint sobbing sound came from inside. Master Jingyuan panicked. "Disciple, don't cry. I didn't mean to lie to you. This is a tactic. Otherwise, I would have really died ten minutes ago."
Yun Yan remained motionless, his palms damp.
His emotions fluctuated so much in just a few minutes that he couldn't control himself, and tears streamed down his face.
That's just how he is; he's prone to crying, which is why he usually has a blank expression and a calm demeanor.
Before, I cried tears of sadness; now, I cry tears of joy.
Fortunately, my master is still alive. So what if I lose face? There are no outsiders here anyway.
His disciple ignored him, which made Master Jingyuan even more panicked. He struggled to move his limbs, calling out, "Yunyan, Yunyun..."
Upon hearing this address, Yun Yan ran even further away.
That wicked master not only tricked him but also called him by his nickname.
Master Jingyuan reached out his hand tremblingly, his voice shaking as he spoke, "Disciple, come back... come back quickly, my love for you is endless..."
Lin Xi couldn't stand it anymore.
How could an old man be in the mood to joke around after suffering such serious injuries?
In two more minutes, the blood will drain out, and I'll really be dead.
Lin Xi took out a silver needle. "Shut up and lie down."
Master Jingyuan obediently lay down, forcing a pale smile, and weakly called out, "Little Grandmaster, don't worry, I won't die."
He gasped for breath, exhaling red foam. "Huff, wait... I think I'm about to die."
Lin Xi was speechless. She first used more than a dozen needles to stop the bleeding, then took out a porcelain bottle from her small bag and poured out a Qi-tonifying pill.
She pinched the meatball and shoved it into the old man's mouth.
"have eaten."
The dark, pungent-smelling meatballs made Master Jingyuan unable to hold back his vomit.
"Ugh no..."
The young master's medical skills are as terrible as ever; she's ruined the fragrant Chinese herbs like this.
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