Chapter 411 Extra Chapter, Yang Shen X Fu Zhenghan (Part 2) - Crossing the Mortal World
at the same time.
Inside a bamboo hut deep in the mountains, Fu Zhenghan hurriedly placed Yang Shen on the bed and immediately gave him some pills.
Seeing that his condition was improving, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. "What happened? How did he get so badly injured..."
However, he could only find out about these questions once Yang Shen, who was in a coma, woke up.
Seeing his blood-stained and disheveled appearance, Fu Zhenghan got up and walked outside. A short while later, he came back in carrying warm water.
She gently unbuttoned his clothes, carefully wiping his face, then his neck, shoulders, and chest...
But when he touched his firm abdomen, his hand suddenly stopped. His fingers, which were hooked around his waistband, loosened as if he had been burned, and he became flustered.
He looked at the spot with a conflicted expression. If it wasn't dirty, then he shouldn't wipe it...
Fu Zhenghan wrung out the wet towel with all his might, his eyes becoming unfocused. After a struggle with his conscience, he sighed and gave in.
To his surprise, as soon as he pulled down his pants, those shameful memories suddenly surfaced in his mind, making his cheeks flush.
In a panic, he grabbed the blanket and covered his body with it, then groped around under the blanket to wipe him clean.
Perhaps because it was dark, Fu Zhenghan's somewhat rough wiping caused the unconscious person to let out a few unintelligible groans.
This made Fu Zhenghan's face burn with embarrassment. He hastily put clean pants on him, then picked up the basin and turned to leave.
As the chaotic footsteps faded into the distance, the person who had been unconscious on the bed slowly opened their tightly closed eyes, a smile involuntarily curving their lips.
"Master..."
He tilted his head and sniffed the familiar scent on the pillow, a look of satisfaction on his pale face. In fact, half a month ago, he had already found Fu Zhenghan through the jade hairpin by using some secret tracking methods.
But when he finally saw the person he had been longing for, he suddenly became timid and hesitated, lingering nearby.
He wasn't sure if his master would still acknowledge him after what happened that day, so he could only secretly stay nearby, waiting for the best opportunity.
The appearance of that boy made him feel a sense of crisis, and the nameless jealousy that ignited in his heart made him unable to remain inactive any longer.
The master belongs to him, and can only belong to him!
A frantic desire to possess rose and burned within him, consuming his reason and becoming uncontrollable.
He reached out and touched the wounds on his body. He caught a glimpse of the figure returning outside the window, and quickly closed his eyes, concealing the burning light in them.
This bamboo hut is not large and its furnishings are very simple. Apart from a small bed, there is only a bamboo couch placed by the window.
After checking the injuries again, Fu Zhenghan tucked the blanket around him, then turned and lay down on the small bamboo couch, rubbing his eyes to calm his tense emotions.
The sudden relaxation of his nerves gradually made his exhausted body feel sleepy, and he drifted off to sleep.
Hearing the even breathing, Yang Shen, who was pretending to sleep, opened his eyes and looked at the sleepy eyes so close to his, his deep eyes filled with heartache.
Although Fu Zhenghan's appearance remained unchanged, he now had a full head of white hair, and his tall figure looked much thinner.
In addition, her originally rosy lips were now pale, clearly indicating that the injury had not healed and had instead worsened.
"Cough cough..." A cool autumn breeze swept by, causing Fu Zhenghan, who was in a light sleep, to shiver and then groggily wake up.
Yang Shen looked at that slender figure, his thoughts swirling for a moment, then half-closed his eyes and murmured indistinctly.
Hearing the noise, Fu Zhenghan quickly got up and saw Yang Shen curled up on the bed, shivering and saying "cold".
What?!
Fu Zhenghan looked anxious and reached out to grab his wrist, wanting to check his spiritual veins.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, Yang Shen, who was on the bed, suddenly pulled him onto the bed with lightning speed and held him tightly in his arms.
Fu Zhenghan snapped out of his daze and realized he was in his disciple's warm embrace. His face flushed instantly, and he instinctively struggled in shame.
Unfortunately, he struggled for a while but couldn't get out of Yang Shen's arms, so he started to move a little more forcefully. Unexpectedly, Yang Shen suddenly groaned, and he accidentally scratched his wound.
In an instant, crimson blood seeped from the gauze, making Fu Zhenghan dare not move again. He patted his head helplessly, "What, wake up... quickly let go of your master!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Shen hugged her even tighter, and now she was completely unable to move.
"Master, Master... your disciple is cold..."
"My disciple... I miss you so much..."
Listening to his apprentice's rambling, almost incoherent words, Fu Zhenghan immediately relaxed all his strength, letting him hold him and sighing, "Good boy, go to sleep."
Fu Zhenghan gently patted his back, a scene reminiscent of his childhood, which made Yang Shen's eyes sting. He buried his face in Fu Zhenghan's neck to hide the unusual emotions on his face.
The bamboo shadows rustled outside, and the night breeze blew in through the window. Fu Zhenghan pulled the blanket that had been thrown off and covered himself with it again, staring blankly out the window.
Perhaps because he was enveloped in warmth, he gradually became sleepy, and the two of them snuggled together and fell asleep.
That night, Fu Zhenghan slept unusually well, no longer plagued by nightmares, and slept soundly until noon the next day.
In his hazy state, Fu Zhenghan felt someone touching his hair. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a pair of eyes that stunned him for a moment. In a panic, he suddenly fell off the bed.
"What...you...you're awake?"
Yang Shen looked at his master, who had collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with an unfathomable light. After a moment, his eyes were filled with joy. "Master, it really is you! I knew you weren't dead!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhenghan's face froze for a moment, but seeing that he was filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion, he showed no sign of anything unusual or awkward.
He regained his composure, slowly stood up while still clutching the blanket, and cautiously asked, "You...don't remember?"
"Hmm? Remember what?"
Seeing the blank look on Yang Shen's face, Fu Zhenghan suddenly realized that he must have been drunk and promiscuous that night and had no idea that the person was him.
While feeling fortunate, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.
He knew this was the best outcome; otherwise, things would have become even more awkward between them, and they might not even be able to remain master and apprentice.
Therefore, this secret can only remain a secret forever.
"Master?"
"Hmm?" Fu Zhenghan snapped out of his reverie and covered him with the blanket in his arms. "What I wanted to ask is, do you remember who hurt you? Will they come after us again?"
"Oh..." Yang Shen concealed the tension in his eyes and explained with a smile, "Master, don't worry, those thieves who hurt me have all been killed by your disciple."
"Oh, that's good..." Fu Zhenghan noticed his evasive gaze, got up and walked a few steps inside the room, "If you have nothing else to do, hurry back to the sect to recuperate."
"Disciple will not go back!"
"Stop fooling around!"
"Master, why are you sending me away?" Yang Shen's face showed sadness as he gripped the bedding beneath him and asked with some grievance, "...And since you're not dead, why don't you return to the sect?"
Fu Zhenghan's face was filled with pain. After a long silence, he said, "For the sect, my death would be a better outcome..."
As the leader of a sect, not only was his cultivation completely destroyed, but he was also publicly humiliated and trampled upon.
Those painful past events were also dug up in a bloody way, and as long as he was alive, they would become the subject of gossip or a laughing stock for others.
How could someone like him return to the Tianfeng Sect and shamelessly become its leader?
“Master…” Yang Shen looked at the increasingly thin figure, his eyes filled with heartache, “You should come back with me to recover from your injuries. Your health can’t be delayed any longer!”
While Fu Zhenghan was fast asleep, he secretly examined his body and found that his old illness had not healed and new injuries had been added. At this moment, his physical condition was extremely bad.
"You don't need to persuade me anymore, my mind is made up!"
Seeing his resolute attitude, Yang Shi didn't dare to press him too hard, so he covered his wound and hissed, "Master, my body hurts... Can I stay a few more days?"
Fu Zhenghan hesitated for a moment, but nodded nonetheless. "Alright, I'll go out for a bit and be back later."
A flicker of unease crossed Yang Shen's eyes. "Master, I also want to go with you..."
Fu Zhenghan frowned. "Nonsense! Didn't you just say you were in pain?"
"Forehead……"
Yang Shen was momentarily speechless, then muttered under his breath, somewhat dissatisfied, "It doesn't hurt that much, I can still accompany you for a walk..."
Fu Zhenghan said in a deep voice, "If you don't listen, then leave."
Yang Shen looked aggrieved. "Master, you're not going to never come back?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhenghan paused for a moment, seemingly understanding why he had insisted on going with him. He sighed and said, "What are you thinking? I'm just going to buy some things. I'll be back later. You stay here and rest."
After saying that, he put on a fur-trimmed cloak, gave a few more instructions, and left.
Yang Shen watched the departing figure outside the window, then got out of bed and left the bamboo hut, quietly following after him.
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Fu Zhenghan flew towards the big towns along the way. Perhaps because his cultivation had not yet recovered, he had to rest every now and then, which made Yang Shen behind him very sad.
At this moment, he wished he could grab that Ah Hu and give him a good beating, for making his master go through so much trouble.
After nearly two hours of dawdling, the master and apprentice, one in front and one behind, finally arrived at the nearest city, Fulin.
Although this place couldn't compare to a big city, it still had everything Fu Zhenghan wanted to buy. In no time at all, he had almost finished purchasing everything.
Just as he was preparing to set off back, a series of muffled thunderclaps came from the horizon, foreshadowing an impending downpour.
Fu Zhenghan looked up for a while, pondered for a moment, then went into a teahouse, ordered a pot of tea, and sat down by the lake to rest.
Sure enough, a short while later, the sky, which had been covered with dark clouds, suddenly darkened, and after a burst of lightning and thunder, a torrential downpour caught the people on the street off guard.
The once bustling street suddenly became deserted, making Yang Shen stand out for a moment. In his haste, he rushed into a tavern, only to bump into two old acquaintances.
"Night Lake?"
He saw that Shuangqiao was sitting next to Yeluo, and the two of them were holding a folding fan and waving it. They were both stunned when they saw him, so they invited him to sit down.
Yang Shen: What are you doing here?
Ye Luo waved her folding fan, her seven-colored spiritual power controlling the wine pot to fill Yang Shen's cup with wine. "Isn't the Immortal Alliance going to hold an Ascension Ceremony? I've got nothing to do, so I thought I'd go down to the mortal realm to have some fun."
"Oh, I see..."
Yang answered absentmindedly, his eyes unconsciously glancing towards the teahouse. This did not escape the notice of the two men, who followed his gaze and saw the people in the teahouse across the street, their faces showing some surprise.
"Hey, Fu Zhenghan isn't dead?"
At this moment, Shuang Qiao exclaimed, but as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Shen glared at him, his eyes seeming to want to kill him.
Shuangqiao naturally realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly smiled and said, "Hehe, Brother Yang, don't be angry. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just a little surprised."
Yang Shi didn't say anything more, just held his wine glass in silence.
Ye Luo held his wine glass and rubbed it, watching Yang Shen with great interest. This was clearly stalking and following him!
"Oh, you're following him?"
"I...I...I didn't!" Ye Luo's unabashed words prompted Yang Shen to immediately retort, but this reaction seemed to make him even more guilty.
Suddenly, their eyes turned playful, making his cheeks burn. He simply downed the wine in his hand and stopped talking.
The tavern fell silent for a moment, with only the clanging of bells from the eaves. None of the three spoke, and they simply drank their wine in quiet silence.
Shuangqiao was a restless and gossipy man, eager to know the inside story, but he was also a coward. So he kept urging Yelu with his eyes.
In fact, not only him, Ye Luo was also very curious about what kind of game these two, master and disciple, were playing.
Ye Luo glanced at Fu Zhenghan, a hint of solemnity in her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "His foundation is completely destroyed, and his lifespan is nearing its end... He's just waiting to die."
These words, so direct and to the point, made Yang Shen's face turn ugly. He tilted his head back and drank another glass of wine, then sighed as if opening his heart: "All these years, he has been wandering outside, unwilling to go back..."
Shuang Qiao had heard some things about Fu Zhenghan's situation. As both of them were high-ranking members of the sect, they could naturally understand his thoughts.
"Sigh, I see that his mental illness has turned into a demon, and it seems to have caused him to lose his spiritual level. If he can't get over that hurdle, things will probably be tough for him in the future!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Shen stroked his wine glass, his face seemingly hesitant to speak, his eyes unconsciously glancing towards the teahouse.
“Those old things shouldn’t have such a big impact,” Ye Luo retorted to Shuang Qiao, then, after thinking for a moment, said with certainty, “I’m afraid there must be other reasons, right?”
After he finished speaking, he looked at Yang Shen, who did not deny it. So he smiled and said lightly, "Tell us, maybe we can help you."
Yang Shen looked up at Ye Luo, his fingers gripping the wine glass. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Ye Luo, I know you're more skilled than me. Please, please help me heal him, okay?"
Ye Luo: "Of course I can help you, but the path of cultivation requires clear thinking. You must at least tell me the whole story clearly so that I can better prescribe the right medicine."
Ye Luo said this not because she wanted to pry into his privacy, but because she genuinely wanted to help him.
result.
After hearing his words, Yang Shen's expression became even more complicated, which made Ye Luo and Shuang Qiao even more curious. What was it that was so difficult to talk about?
Shuangqiao understood Yelu's look, coughed lightly and chimed in, "That's right, Brother Yang, sometimes those involved are confused, while bystanders see things clearly. Perhaps if you tell us, we can help you analyze it and the problem will be solved."
Yang hesitated and said, "I...I..."
The two were all ears, but he stopped at the crucial moment. Shuangqiao glanced around, waved his hand, and set up a barrier. "It's alright, speak freely!"
Yang Shen's face flushed red with suppressed anger, and he said resolutely, "I'll force myself on my master!"
"puff--!!"
"puff--!!"
Caught off guard by these words, both of them choked on their drinks and then coughed violently.
Ye Luo had considered many possibilities, but she hadn't expected this to be so explosive. She cleared her throat and said, "So... he... he hates you?"
Yang Shen gripped his wine glass tightly, shook his head, and said with a look of shame, "There shouldn't be..."
"Should be?" Shuang Qiao's gossip instincts kicked in, but he didn't dare show it on his face. Instead, he asked with a worried expression, "Tell me quickly, what exactly happened?"
After thinking for a while, Yang Shen decided to tell the two of them everything that had happened the day before.
The two were stunned, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, "This person is so cunning!"
“Master thought I was drunk and unaware, which is why he kept me around. If we were to expose this secret…” Yang Shen paused, then continued, “Anyway, I think Master is bothered by this…”
“It’s obvious he minds, but he doesn’t seem angry.” Shuangqiao stroked his chin and said, then slammed his folding fan shut. “I think he just can’t overcome societal prejudices; he still cares about you!”
A glint of light flashed in Yang Shen's dark eyes: "Really?"
"If he truly hated you, he wouldn't care whether you lived or died; why would he take you back and care for you so meticulously?"
Shuangqiao rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Why don't you mess with him a few more times and let him get used to your presence... maybe that awkward feeling will naturally pass!"
Yang Shen: "..."
Ye Luo rolled her eyes at Shuang Qiao, "Tsk, don't give me any bad advice. Do you think everyone is like you?"
"What do you mean!" Shuangqiao was displeased upon hearing this, and snorted coldly, "These are all based on my experience, and I don't usually tell just anyone this!"
"It is said that most people who have this experience suffer from psychological trauma. The more they are tormented and tortured, the happier they become."
Upon hearing this, Ye Luo glanced at him sideways and sneered, "The kind of person you're talking about is a masochist. I don't think he's like that, but you are quite the one."
Shuangqiao: "Shaking, what are you shaking for?"
"My master isn't!" Yang Shen's face darkened, and Shuang Qiao, seeing this, stopped joking and dared not say anything more.
The rain outside was starting to fall, but it was still drizzling. Ye Luo looked at him with some confusion and asked seriously, "Yang Shen, do you like him?"
"What?" Yang Shen looked up at him, looking blank, and did not answer, but fell into deep thought.
He had only admired his master before, and had never had any improper thoughts about him.
But after those events, his admiration for his master gradually turned into a shameful and filthy desire. He struggled to break free but could not, and instead sank deeper and deeper into it.
That's why I committed the grave mistake of deceiving my teacher that night.
Ye Luo took out some pills and placed them on the table, instructing, "These pills are made by me, and their effects are better than ordinary ones. Take them and let him recuperate."
Yang Shen: "Okay, thank you!"
"And..." Ye Luo took out another exquisite little jade bottle and placed it with the other medicine bottles. "This is my blood. It can help him rebuild his foundation. Remember to dilute it before taking it, otherwise his body won't be able to handle it."
Yang Shen's face froze for a moment, then he said, "Okay, I've got it all in mind!"
After accepting the medicine, he solemnly clasped his hands in thanks to Ye Luo and said, "Thank you!"
"Hey." Ye Luo waved his hand at him with a smile and said with a light laugh, "You don't need to thank me. We were once master and disciple, so of course I wouldn't leave you to die."
"However, I still want to give you a piece of advice: before you are sure of your feelings, don't try to provoke her. Otherwise, you may be able to save your body, but you will not be able to cure your heart."
Upon hearing this, Yang Shen nodded with a complicated expression, "I understand."
The rain outside had stopped. Before Ye Luo and the other person got up to leave, Shuang Qiao handed Yang Shen a 'secret manual' and said with a smile, "Thirty-six Strategies for Pursuing Love. Xiao Xu used it and said it was good. I wish you all the best!"
Yang Shen took the note and flipped through it, only to find that it even had illustrations. He blushed deeply, stammering, "This...this is..."
It's clearly an erotic picture!
Shuangqiao chuckled, "This is my own writing, so you'd better make good use of it, kid, don't waste it!"
Yang Shen gave an awkward smile, "Then thank you very much, Sect Master Shuang..."
"Let's go!" Shuang Qiao patted his shoulder with a relieved look and left, leaving Yang Shen alone in the tavern.
After a long while, Yang Shen, who had been lost in thought, turned his head to look at the teahouse across the street, only to find that Fu Zhenghan had disappeared.
"Oops!"
When did Master leave?!
Yang Shen hurriedly left, rushing back to the bamboo hut. Fortunately, Fu Zhenghan had not yet returned, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He then lay down on the bed and pretended to sleep.
He waited and waited inside, watching the sunset fade away, but still didn't see him return. He began to feel uneasy.
He rolled out of bed and pushed open the door, only to see the figure returning from outside the bamboo forest. Instantly, the gloom on his face vanished. "Master!"
Why are you getting out of bed?
"I was really worried when you didn't come back so late..."
"What could it be that I could have done?"
Fu Zhenghan walked past him into the bamboo hut, slowly unbuttoned his cloak and hung it up, when he heard a complaining voice behind him, "Then... why did you come back so late?"
"I just happened to stop by Ah Hu's house to give him some instructions."
Seeing his aggrieved look, Fu Zhenghan found it somewhat amusing. "You're not a child anymore. Do you think you'd be afraid of me going out?"
"I'm scared!" Yang Shen stepped forward and hugged him tightly, muttering softly, "I'm scared that you'll leave without saying goodbye, just like before..."
Hearing his choked voice, Fu Zhenghan felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He pulled his hand away and turned around, saying, "Shen'er, you are now the leader of the Tianfeng Sect. You need to be more mature and steady. You can no longer act recklessly."
Yang Shen: "Master's teachings are correct, I will remember them."
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