The young demon god
Jian Zhen was in a trance for a moment.
Someone beside Fu Changhuan said, "You little disciple, why are you still in a daze when things are so good?"
Jian Zhen recovered and lowered his head and said, "Thank you... Senior Brother, thank you, Master."
Fu Changhuan's brows were cold, and he nodded calmly, "Come with me."
Under the gaze of all the disciples in the square, Jian Zhen hurriedly followed.
The disciple behind Fu Changhuan patted Jian Zhen on the shoulder and consoled him, "Big Brother practices the Way of Mercilessness. He has always been like this. I have been in Lingshan for so long, and I have never seen him smile!"
Never laughed?
Jane really fell into a brief moment of thought.
The Immortal Master in his memory was always calm and composed, and he always had a gentle smile on his face when facing him, as warm as the bright moon in the sky, as if it had no edges or corners. He also remembered that when they were in Lingshan, the Immortal Master said that he did not practice the way of ruthlessness.
Why……
The Immortal Lord tens of millions of years ago practiced the way of ruthlessness?
Two people, one in front and one behind, walked to the Chengfengtai on the top of the mountain.
Fu Changhuan paused and turned around to ask, "Can you fly a sword?"
Jian Zhen stopped and shook her head slightly.
Fu Changhuan stretched out his hand to him: "Come here."
Jian Zhen handed him her hand. Fu Changhuan's hand was very cold, like a piece of jade without temperature. Just as he was slightly distracted, a voice came from above his head: "Stand still."
Next second.
A sword flew out of nowhere in the distance. Fu Changhuan and Jian Zhen jumped lightly and stepped on the sword, rising into the air.
Jian Zhen let out a soft cry and subconsciously hugged Fu Changhuan's waist tightly. He saw the scene below slowly getting smaller, so he leaned his body against Fu Changhuan, staring at the surrounding scenery intently.
Fu Changhuan's voice fell: "You are not afraid."
Jian Zhen came back to her senses and subconsciously asked, "What are you afraid of?"
Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and met Jian Zhen's clean and innocent eyes that were full of dependence. Those eyes were full of dependence and trust in him. Obviously this was the first time they met, when other people saw him, they were either full of awe or admiration, but Jian Zhen was not like that.
It was as if they already had a deep bond with each other.
It was as if I was the trustworthy person he could rely on.
Fu Changhuan asked, "Have you ever seen me?"
Jian Zhen was somewhat surprised at the Immortal Venerable's sharpness. He was not good at lying, so after hesitating for a moment, he could only nod.
Fu Changhuan asked: "Where is it?"
Jane really looked at him and said, "You don't remember."
Fu Changhuan raised his eyebrows. He had been practicing for a hundred years. Under his ruthless way, most people, whether in the mortal world or in the world, were almost all gone by the wayside and not worth mentioning. He really would not remember too many people who were not worth remembering. It was possible that he had met this child somewhere, but he really had no impression of him.
Think about this.
Fu Changhuan said: "I will remember you in the future."
Jian Zhen smiled gently and said, "Well, that's enough."
While the two were talking, Fu Changhuan's sword had already reached the highest peak of Lingshan Mountain. Here, fairy grass and green plants were lush and abundant, flowers and birds were in full bloom, and the aura was full. It was extremely beautiful, and was completely different from the snow-capped peaks in the future.
Fu Changhuan said: "The master is inside."
Jian Zhen took a step forward and then paused, a little hesitant.
Fu Changhuan: "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen pursed his lips. He was just an alien soul and was really afraid of being seen through by a god like his master. If he was beaten to death, he would be completely finished.
The grass panicked.
Jian Zhen was a little unsure, so she tugged at Fu Changhuan's clothes and said, "Brother... I'm scared."
All the disciples of Lingshan knew that the eldest brother was a germaphobe. He never let anyone touch his body. If his clothes were dirty, he would change them immediately, which made him very angry.
Fu Changhuan glanced at the corner of his clothes, met Jian Zhen's somewhat uneasy eyes, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Master is a kind person and will not embarrass you."
Jane Zhen: “Oh.”
Seeing him lower his head like a puppy, Fu Changhuan subconsciously said, "I'll go in with you."
Jane Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up.
Fu Changhuan walked forward, stepped over the stone slabs, passed through the flowers, and finally stopped in an open space. He raised his hand and said, "Master, I have brought the person back and I am here to report."
Hidden behind the flowers is a tall figure wearing green brocade and gold-plated clothes.
The master's voice sounded: "Oh? Are you here to report in person?"
Fu Changhuan lowered his head and said, "Yes."
The master smiled gently. In the afternoon sun, his smile was long and joyful. He said, "No wonder I calculated that he and I have a master-disciple relationship. So that's how it is. So that's how it is."
Fu Changhuan looked up with some doubt. The master looked at his disciple who was standing under the trellis in the shade of the trees in the afternoon. He looked cold but stubborn, and had not changed in a hundred years.
The master said, "Go back first and let him come over."
Fu Changhuan nodded: "Yes."
Jian Zhen was called over from behind. He stepped into the garden under the afternoon sun. When he saw the back of the master, he paused, then bowed and said, "Greetings, master."
The master did not look back, but Jian Zhen felt that a gaze was falling on him and it lasted for a long time.
Just when Jane was really nervous and thought he saw through her.
The master seemed to sigh softly, relieved and as if he had expected it. He said, "Child, you and I are destined to be a master and disciple. Let me ask you, are you willing to become my disciple?"
Jane really hesitated for a moment.
The master smiled and said, "I will only teach you the Dao and will not interfere with your other affairs."
Jian Zhen's heart was beating fast, and she knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master."
A breeze blew by and lifted him up.
The master said, "You don't need to thank me. I taught you because it was predestined between us. I helped you so much, how do you know that you won't help me in the future?"
Jian Zhen was curious: "Can I help the master too?"
This is the only God in the world, and I am just a small blade of grass. How can I help him?
Let me explain in detail.
His purpose of going back to the past was to stop Ye Jisheng from joining the immortal clan's conspiracy. It would be more accurate to say that he came to cause trouble.
The master smiled gently and said, "Everything is possible in this world. Never underestimate others, and never underestimate yourself. Even gods cannot do things."
Jian Zhen lowered her head and said, "Yes."
The master said, "You just came up the mountain today, so let your senior brother take you to the bedroom. If there is anything you need, just let me know."
Jian Zhen said: "Thank you, Master."
After saying this, when he looked up again, the person who was originally standing under the vines had disappeared. Jian Zhen was a little surprised but did not think much about it. After all, they were just weird sometimes.
Leaving the vine path, Jian Zhen saw Fu Changhuan waiting not far away.
Fu Changhuan was wearing a snow-white robe. He turned around when he heard the noise. His cold eyes were indifferent. He said, "Let's go."
Jian Zhen: “…Okay.”
Fu Changhuan said, "You are the disciple of the master, and you can choose your own mansion and palace on the peak of Lingshan Mountain. Where do you want to live?"
How could Jian Zhen dare to live on the mountain? He had not forgotten that he was here to find Ye Jisheng. How could he live on the sacred mountain every day? He quickly said, "No, no, I'll just live at the foot of the mountain and be closer to the other disciples."
Fu Changhuan glanced at him sideways, with a faint scrutiny.
Jian Zhen felt guilty. He subconsciously acted like a spoiled child to the Immortal Venerable. He smiled innocently and said, "Because I have just established my foundation, I want to practice like other disciples. When I have achieved something, it would be better for me to find Master to learn from me."
Fu Changhuan was silent for a moment before saying, "Okay."
Jane was really relieved.
Fu Changhuan said, "The residences for disciples at the foot of the mountain are full, and there is no place reserved for you. You can go live in the residence at the foot of the mountain where I lived when I was young."
Jane really asked: "Where is it?"
Fu Changhuan used a sword gesture to attract the flying sword. In the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived at a peak pavilion on the mountainside. In fact, the scenery thousands of years ago was very different from that of today. Even when they were on the road, Jian Zhen still held on to the last bit of hope in his heart, until Fu Changhuan finally stopped in front of a courtyard and said, "We're here."
Jian Zhen looked up and saw the familiar courtyard gate.
Pushing open the door, there was a small tree in the courtyard, swaying in the wind. The door to the courtyard not far away was closed. Fu Changhuan waved and opened it, saying, "No one has lived here for a hundred years. I will send a disciple to clean it up later."
Jian Zhen said: "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Seeing Jian Zhen looking at the yard with a complicated expression, Fu Changhuan asked, "Why, is there something wrong with this yard?"
Jian Zhen quickly came back to his senses. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I just think this yard is quite appealing. Wouldn't it be a pity for me to live here alone?"
Fu Changhuan said expressionlessly: "You are my junior fellow apprentice, and also the disciple of our master. If you don't live in a good place, you will not be the only one to lose face."
Jian Zhen: “…Oh.”
The Immortal Venerable indeed cultivates the ruthless path, which is completely different from what it will be tens of millions of years later.
Fu Changhuan said: "If there is nothing else, I will leave."
Jian Zhen nodded, and when Fu Changhuan was about to leave, she stopped him again: "By the way..."
Fu Changhuan thought he had something to bother him with again, so he turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." Jian Zhen said, "When I got close to you just now, I felt that your hands were a little cold. It's been cold recently, so remember to put on more clothes. Drink more hot tea when you go back. It will be better if you use Poria cocos to make hot tea."
The Immortal Venerable always had cold hands and feet in the past, but at that time he always liked to drink tea in the palace. That tea contained Poria cocos, which was very beneficial for treating cold hands and feet.
Fu Changhuan paused and nodded lightly.
Jian Zhen smiled and said, "Then take care, Senior Brother."
Only then did Fu Changhuan leave.
Jian Zhen walked around the yard for a while. In fact, the house was not dirty, just a little dust, which he could clean up by himself. But after a while, someone came knocking on the door.
The person who came was the one who followed Fu Changhuan today.
Wearing a blue disciple uniform, he looked young but upright. He asked, "Is Senior Brother Jian here?"
Jian Zhen walked out and said, "It's me."
"I am Ling Can, a disciple of Tianji Pavilion." He said, "My senior brother told me that you, Senior Brother Jian, need to clean the courtyard. I have arranged for a few cleaning disciples to come and help."
Ling Can.
Jian Zhen widened her eyes in surprise, looking at the young and righteous boy in front of her, unable to merge him with the figure of the peak master tens of millions of years later.
Ling Can was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but my courtyard is not very big and we are all new disciples. I can clean it myself and don't need to trouble other disciples to do it."
Ling Can hurriedly said: "It's a small matter. Besides, these cleaning disciples are not actually disciples of our immortal clan. This is their job. Don't worry."
Jian Zhen was a little confused. What did it mean that he was not actually considered a disciple of the Immortal Clan?
Isn’t this sacred mountain the place where the immortals practice? How can a disciple who sweeps the mountain not be a disciple?
After Ling Can left, Jian Zhen started cleaning the small yard by herself.
First, he moved out some decorations in the house, as well as some wooden chairs and tables, to dry them in the sun. Then he took out the quilt to dry in the sun. He liked warm places.
Busy.
A voice came from outside: "We are sent by Senior Brother Ling to do the cleaning. Excuse me, is this place?"
Jane really said: "Yeah."
Turning around, he saw that the disciples who came in were wearing grey cloth shirts, and their uniforms were obviously rougher. About five or six people walked in. Originally, Jian Zhen was busy sweeping and didn't notice them, but suddenly, his eyes stopped on one person.
He was not a tall man, and was even a little thin among the group of cleaning disciples. However, his profile was as sharp as a peak and as white as jade, and no matter how long it took, Jian Zhen would never mistake him. He was wearing grey clothes, but it still couldn't hide his outstanding appearance. Even though he was thin, his back was still straight and he had an extraordinary temperament.
Jian Zhen subconsciously said: "You..."
All the disciples who were cleaning the house turned around to look at him.
Jian Zhen only took a few steps to the person he wanted to meet. He looked up and met the familiar red eyes, but compared to the eyes that always contained a faint smile thousands of years later, these eyes were full of vigilance, defense, and alienation.
Thousands of words come to my mind.
Jian Zhen opened his mouth but didn't know how to say it. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he said softly: "You, what's your name?"
The person in front of him was silent for a moment, and then he said in a boyish but hoarse voice: "Silent."
Jian Zhen was stunned: "What?"
The other cleaning disciples smiled and said, "His name is Wusheng, the Wusheng without sound."
Everyone started laughing as if they had heard something funny.
Jane didn't laugh.
Because the person in front of him was looking at him silently, those red eyes were like the cleanest amber. When he realized that Jian Zhen was looking at him, he lowered his head and avoided Jian Zhen's sight.
Jian Zhen's heart suddenly tightened. He wanted to pull him and talk to him, but there were too many people in the yard.
The other disciples who were cleaning the house were busy.
Jian Zhen also stayed in the yard, but he had lost the heart to work. His eyes uncontrollably revolved around Ye Jisheng's thin back. Although the person he was tens of millions of years ago did not look quite the same as he does now, he still couldn't help but look towards Ye Jisheng. This was him tens of millions of years ago. If he was not a demon god, he was also the king of the demons.
This is the one.
Lian Ye Jisheng himself could not remember himself, the him thousands of years ago.
The afternoon passed quickly.
The area of the hall was not large, so it was cleaned up quickly. The other disciples said goodbye to Jian Zhen one after another. Jian Zhen said, "Thank you all for your help. I have nothing to offer in return. Please accept these."
The original body brought some spirit stones up the mountain.
Jian Zhen distributed Lingshan to several disciples who were responsible for sweeping the ground, and said, "Thank you very much, everyone."
The disciples who were cleaning the house were a little flattered, but perhaps because such a good thing was rare, they all accepted it with gratitude. Jian Zhen looked at Ye Jisheng, but to his disappointment, Ye Jisheng lowered his eyebrows and did not look at him.
Jane was really disappointed.
I was used to being stared at by Ye Jisheng all the time, and when it suddenly became like this, the feeling of disappointment was not something I could easily get over.
Forget it, take your time.
Being able to find someone now is a good start.
Just as he was thinking about it, Ling Can came over from outside and asked, "Brother Jian, are they cleaning well? Are they being lazy?"
Jian Zhen quickly said, "Everything is fine. Senior Brother Ling, I want to ask, where are these disciples from?"
"You're asking this." Ling Can explained, "They are all specially recruited slaves to clean the house in Lingshan. However, Lingshan is a place for cultivation, so even if we recruit servants, we can't just hire ordinary ones. Some of these disciples are slaves of the demons. These demons are of low status, so they are extremely lucky to be able to come to our Lingshan to be disciples who clean the house."
Jian Zhen was speechless as she listened.
Millions of years later, everyone in the Three Realms would be extremely fearful when talking about the demons, but millions of years ago, the demons were slaves of the lowest status...
Even though I was mentally prepared, it was still a little complicated.
Jian Zhen asked, "Senior Brother Ling, where do these disciples usually live? Do they practice with us?"
Ling Can smiled and said, "Master is kind, of course he will allow the sweeping disciples to attend the class. When there is no work, he will occasionally arrange for them to attend."
But most of the time, the disciples who were cleaning the house were working.
Jane really nodded and said, "Do they live with us?"
Ling Can was a little surprised as to why Jian Zhen was curious about all this, but he just thought that it was his first day at Lingshan and he was curious about everything, so he explained, "Of course not, they live in the North Peak, which is different from the South Peak where other disciples live."
Jian Zhen remembered that when he was flying on the sword, he looked at the distribution of this place. The South Peak was full of pavilions and towers, while the North Peak was in the shade and was full of dilapidated small houses.
It turns out that the lives of the disciples who sweep the floor are really so difficult.
Jian Zhen regained his composure and said to Ling Can, "Thank you, Senior Brother Ling. I understand."
Ling Can smiled and said, "Okay, Senior Brother Jian, you don't have to be polite. You are the disciple of our master, which means you are the senior brother of all of us. We are all family, so you don't have to be polite."
Lingshan is a place where seniority is very important. Even though Jian Zhen is just a new disciple, the mere title of the master's disciple has already defeated most of the disciples.
Jane really thanked him: "Thank you."
Ling Can then left.
After he left, Jian Zhen tidied up the yard. Too many things happened today and he needed to sort them out. He sat on the stone table in the yard, thinking, when he suddenly heard some muffled thunder in the distance.
Jian Zhen looked up and saw lightning streaking across the sky, which was a sign of an approaching rainstorm. The wind blew the fallen leaves in the yard, making people feel a little uneasy.
“Boom!”
When the second lightning flashed down, Jian Zhen could no longer sit still and stood up.
He ran towards the North Peak quickly on the path. The wind was blowing hard, and many disciples ran into the temple, but he was the only one running in the opposite direction. He forgot about all the ideas of taking the long term and taking it slow. His desire to see Ye Jisheng grew stronger and stronger.
Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky.
Jian Zhen stopped and looked at a group of sweeping disciples who were fighting hoarsely on a terrace not far away. In the crowd, there was a familiar figure wrestling with someone. There were scars on his face, and there were also many people cursing:
"Hurry up, hand it over quickly."
"You must be very happy that the disciple of the Immortal Clan talked to you today."
"How come you are so lucky?"
"Don't dream, he won't even look at you with those ominous red eyes of yours!"
Countless insults and punches were thrown.
Jian Zhen's brain was in a daze. When he reacted, he had already run over and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"
When everyone came to their senses and saw that he was wearing the disciple uniform, they were afraid that their appearance would be remembered and they would get into trouble, so they all ran away, leaving Jian Zhen standing on the terrace, gasping for breath. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and raindrops fell, drop by drop, soaking the ground.
The man on the ground had his clothes stained with mud, and his thin body was curled up to protect his head. This was the subconscious way for people who were often bullied to protect themselves. His arms were swollen and he looked extremely miserable.
The night continues.
This is the sound of the night.
Jane really remembered that the Demon Lord loved pomp and circumstance the most. His clothes were always clean and noble. He was always high and mighty. He never bent down for even a moment.
But the person in the mud before him was the opposite of the person in his memory.
Jian Zhen squatted down, not caring that he was also getting wet in the rain, and asked anxiously: "How are you, are you okay, where are you hurt, let me take a look at the injury..."
Ye Jisheng slowly put down his arms, he lowered his head, the rain dripped down his black hair and stuck to his cheeks, making it impossible to see his expression. He slowly shook his head without saying a word, ignoring the injuries all over his body. When he slowly stood up, his body shook slightly, and he took a step forward.
Jian Zhen was a little worried, so she could only ask, "Why did they beat you?"
I originally thought he wouldn't say it.
Ye Jisheng remained silent for a long time, then said, "Because they want the spirit stones."
Jian Zhen remembered that she had given each of them spiritual stones, but she didn't expect them to be so greedy. She felt guilty and helpless and said, "They stole your spiritual stones?"
Ye Jisheng raised his head slightly, opened his hand, and the blood on the wound on the back of his hand had been washed away by the rain. He said, "Here."
Jane was really stunned.
But what he paid attention to was not the spirit stone, but the scars and calluses of various sizes on Ye Jisheng's hands. They were obviously just the hands of a teenager, but they no longer looked human anymore. It was impossible to tell how much suffering he had endured.
Jian Zhen's nose was sore unconsciously. He said, "Why are you so stupid? It's just a spirit stone. You resisted for so long. You got beaten for nothing. Just give it to them."
Who knows.
Ye Jisheng's voice was so low that it was almost drowned by the rain: "I don't want to give it to them."
The rain came in torrents.
Jane really asked, "Why?"
Is there something unspeakable?
The thin boy looked disheveled, but he still tightly grasped the spirit stone in his hand. He said, "Because this is what you gave me."
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