"no."
Yan Huailiu refused directly. He wanted to take advantage of the time to take care of Zhuiyue and didn't want Gu Xingyun to see him.
Gu Xingyun's smile faded a little: "Master doesn't let me in, is there someone else in the room? Isn't it inconvenient?"
He was indeed curious about who Yan Huailiu was talking to just now.
"What others? Nonsense. I have other things to do, and you can't rest well here." Yan Huailiu reached out and pushed him.
Gu Xingyun stood there motionless: "Master, can you let me in to get something? I left some clothes here before, and I want to take them back and modify them to make something else."
Yan Huailiu decisively gave in: "Come in."
He knew that this apprentice liked to sew small things with needle and thread in private.
The plan succeeded, and Gu Xingyun moved quickly and walked in.
Yan Huailiu hurriedly tidied up the pile of things on the table, and at the same time stuffed the list of plans he had made for the past two days into his sleeve.
Gu Xingyun stood in front of the cabinet, holding his breath and listening quietly to the movements in the room. When he was sure that there were only the two of them, his expression showed some doubt.
"Haven't you found it yet? I haven't touched your things, they should still be in their original places."
Yan Huailiu said something behind him.
Gu Xingyun picked up one of them casually and said, "I found it, Master. This is it."
Yan Huailiu glanced sideways at the bed, then quickly walked over and picked up Little Lightning: "Stop grabbing my pillow! There's only one good one left!"
Gu Xingyun felt relieved.
His master did have a habit of talking to this little thing.
"Go back if you find it and have a rest early. I will return Zhuiyue to you after I use it." Yan Huailiu waved at him.
Gu Xingyun responded, took his clothes and walked out. As soon as the door closed behind him, his expression immediately turned cold.
He straightened his back and walked out. When there was no one around, he hammered hard at the pillar next to him: "Master... why do you want to leave? What are you planning?"
He gripped the Lingxu Mirror tightly: "I won't let you leave, don't even think about it!"
"It was you who had to be soft on me. It was you who provoked me. You can only stay by my side for the rest of your life."
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
I thought days like this could continue forever.
Unexpectedly, while he was working hard, his master was already planning to leave here.
Is it because of him?
Because of what he did? Or something else?
The fragrant gift box appeared in his hand again. Gu Xingyun took a look at the pair of thin bracelets inside and sneered, "Master, you can try and see if you can escape."
Since being gentle, acting coquettishly, and being nice are useless, he doesn't mind using some extraordinary means.
It's his stuff, he has to keep it with him.
"I won't let you leave me again."
…
In the room, Yan Huailiu tried the feel of Zhuiyue and carefully checked the sword body to make sure there was nothing wrong before he started his plan seriously.
This was the first time he had done such a thing, but fortunately his cultivation was high enough and he had a strong control over his spiritual power, so he made almost no mistakes.
On the jade platform that was filled with chill, Zhuiyue was spinning in the sky.
Yan Huailiu attached the required materials one by one and slowly followed the process recorded in the book.
When he reached the last step, he put his hand forward, closed his eyes and scratched it hard. The pain was so severe that he couldn't control his expression.
Bright red blood dripped onto the sword and quickly melted into it.
Yan Huailiu picked up the medicine he had prepared long ago and poured it on the wound. He blew away the goose bumps on his arm caused by the pain and comforted himself.
"Don't be embarrassed, hurry up and let it go. It's okay, it's healed. It doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't hurt anymore. It really doesn't hurt anymore."
He didn't even dare to touch the palm of his hand, for he was so afraid of the pain that he had to cut his hand.
Seeing a faint golden light emanating from the Zhuiyue Sword, Yan Huailiu breathed a sigh of relief.
He flicked the transparent cover lightly and talked nonsense to Zhuiyue who was being nursed inside.
"I always feel that this isn't a proper method. It requires feeding the sword with blood. But if it says [the blood of the person holding the sword must be used], I won't suffer this punishment."
"Really? The higher your cultivation level, the better the sword you can raise. You're deliberately picking on me. Who can be as high as me? Raise it well. In the future, when he fights, you should help him more, okay? You're partners."
He was used to treating all existing things as living beings that could understand what he said, so he could talk to Zhuiyue for half an hour.
Later in the evening, Ling Xinghua came in to discuss the banquet with him and wanted to ask if there were any other arrangements.
The corner of Yan Huailiu's mouth twitched: "No, you guys can do whatever you want. Give me a copy of the banquet process."
I almost forgot about the important matter!
Ling Xinghua took out the process he carried with him and handed it to him: "Master, if you want to add something to it, remember to give it to me before the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."
"Nothing to add, I'm just taking a look, you go ahead and do your work."
"Yes, that disciple will go down first."
As soon as Ling Xinghua left, Yan Huailiu immediately set up a barrier and hid in the small secret room where the box was placed.
"There are too many people outside, and it's not convenient to go to Canghai Pavilion. We can only stay here. Let me take a look... Well, first, go in through this door, then walk to the main seat and give a welcome speech..."
He stayed in this small secret room and rehearsed over and over again what he was going to do at the banquet.
The more she practiced, the more she collapsed. Finally, she hugged the big box and acted like a spoiled child: "I can't do this. Can't I just find someone to do it for me? How do you deal with all this? Can you teach me..."
"I'm definitely going to mess everything up again."
I was so depressed that I couldn't move. Suddenly, the scene of my original self attending the banquet flashed through my mind.
Yan Huailiu stopped moving, gave up his useless words, went out to bring in a mirror, and carefully imitated his original posture in front of the mirror.
As long as you calm down and completely put yourself into a familiar role, it will definitely be easier than being yourself.
He tried his best to control his twitching face and imitated the expression of his original self in his memory: indifferent, disdainful, and wanton.
For a moment, the face in the mirror was exactly the same as the one in my memory.
The scene of the original body kneeling and kowtowing in Changqing Temple appeared again.
All of Yan Huailiu's nervousness, panic and anxiety suddenly disappeared at this moment.
You shouldn't be afraid.
He shouldn't be afraid of those people.
Those people have to bear some responsibility for Chang Huan's death, Gu Xingyun's possession by the devil, and the original body's madness.
If they had not released the ferocious beasts into Zixiao Peak and had not pressed the Yuxu Sect step by step after the death of Jade Purity Master, how could the original body have become so extreme?
They should all...
At the moment when the violence was about to spread, Yan Huailiu suddenly woke up, accidentally broke the mirror in front of him, and leaned against the wall gasping for breath.
He stared at his hands. "What's going on? Why would I think this? Why..."
Among the debris scattered on the ground were hundreds of confused faces.
"how so?"
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