In the midst of the turmoil, Gu Xingyun could clearly hear the sobbing of the soul.
No one spoke anymore, and the scenes changed rapidly.
His childish nature would make him act like a spoiled child and would sneak out to see his master in the middle of the night and then disappear for a long time.
When he appeared again, he was dressed in red, with a cold face, and with his hand, he asked Wen Yue to kill all those villains who coveted the Yuxu Sect.
Then he defeated the sects that came to challenge him one by one, stepped on their heads and shouted at them without showing any mercy.
Use iron-blooded means to stabilize the turbulent situation.
Without any blessing, he took the position of sect leader.
Posts expressing goodwill flew into the Yuxu Sect like snowflakes, but Yan Huailiu rejected them all because he had no way of distinguishing between good and bad in his extreme grief and unstable soul.
He didn't know how many of those posts were meant to make fun of him, and how many were trying to take advantage of his master's death to attack their Yuxu Sect.
During the day he stayed in the sect to handle affairs and stabilize people's hearts. At night he ran around like a madman with the teleportation talisman, looking for the figure of Jade Purity Immortal.
He questioned Baili Changhuan countless times, and every time he did, the two would fight. He would often pin Baili Changhuan down and beat him, and would not stop until the latter cried.
Baili Changhuan was forced to move to the remote Wuya Peak. Before going to bed, he had to cry to his master twice and then scold Yan Huailiu a few times before he could fall asleep.
"Host……"
A very soft call successfully stopped the chaotic and fast scene.
"Are you okay?"
In the memory, Yan Huailiu was sitting in the yard in a daze, and just at this moment Xiao Xingyun came in with a lunch box.
After a sigh, he said in a forced, calm tone, "It's okay."
"Friendly reminder, your souls have just merged, so it's best not to have too much emotional fluctuation."
"I know."
Gu Xingyun was brought closer to his childhood self, his perspective slowly moving downward, lingering for a long time beside his own young profile.
Before he could figure out what was happening, he heard Yan Huailiu's voice.
"I'm so sad. I'll hug you first to calm you down."
——Master, what I made are all your favorite foods, please have a little.
Xiao Xingyun advised with a worried look on his face.
"Thank you. I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood."
These are the words spoken by his master, whose soul is bound to him.
——Get out of here and stop being an eyesore!
This is what Master said in my memory.
Xiao Xingyun was used to this situation. He placed the dishes on the table as quickly as possible, put the chopsticks next to Yan Huailiu's hand, and replied in a low voice.
——Master, I’ll leave first.
Gu Xingyun now clearly saw that after he left, Yan Huailiu covered his eyes for a long time, and when he released his hands, there were still tears in his eyes.
It was as if he was enduring great pain, he could hardly hold the chopsticks steadily, and the food went into his stomach along with his tears.
The scene switches to the first time he is whipped.
At that time, Yan Huailiu disappeared for several days. He was worried and stayed in the yard. One night, he saw his master with bloodshot eyes.
Before he could pounce on him, he was whipped several times, accompanied by repeated questioning and insults, which made him stand there in a daze.
Seeing these again, Gu Xingyun still felt uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, I don't blame you. It's not your fault. It has nothing to do with you."
"Don't be sad, it's my fault. I couldn't control myself. I'm sorry, Xingyun. You waited for me for so long, and I was still so mean to you. I'm sorry..."
Apologies one after another covered up the insults engraved in the depths of my heart.
He only had time to take a look at his master who had lost his whip and was hiding in the room with a terrified look on his face before he was taken to his room.
"Does it hurt? I'm sorry, please don't stay in the room, go sit outside for a while, okay? The spiritual energy outside can help you relieve it. I'm sorry, Xingyun."
When he was a child, he hid in the house and cried silently. A few years later, the spirit of his master stood beside him and comforted him.
Gu Xingyun felt somewhat relieved, relieved that he was pulled here, relieved that he could hear these words and see things that he had not seen before.
Late at night, when Xiao Xingyun was asleep, the door was pushed open again.
Yan Huailiu was wrapped in a cloak, looking uneasy. He wanted to get closer but stopped at the bedside, manipulating his spiritual power to feed medicine to him while he was sleeping.
——I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
The scenes of being beaten appeared extremely frequently. Every time he was beaten, Yan Huailiu would appear in his room with medicine that night or a few nights later.
A few years later, from the perspective of an observer, Gu Xingyun discovered that there was really something wrong with his master at that time.
The Wen Yue Sword fell from his hand for who knows how many times. His master was so angry that he wanted to kick him but couldn't bear to do so. He knelt on the ground and questioned him.
——Why? Why can’t I use it conveniently? Why can’t I use the sword that my master gave me? Wen Yue, are you going to leave me like my master did?
—Why aren't you talking? You've been with me for so many years, why are you suddenly having trouble using my skills?
Like a fussy child, he expected a sword to talk to him.
When he didn't get the desired result, he tried to make himself feel less embarrassed by losing his temper.
——I don’t want you anymore, I don’t need you anymore, you don’t need me, and I don’t need you either.
He stood up and stared at Wen Yue on the ground, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Just at this moment, Xiao Xingyun came over and saw Wen Yue dropped on the ground, so he hurriedly picked it up and handed it back.
His master raised his chin and took out his anger on Xiao Xingyun, speaking without thinking.
——I don’t want things you’ve touched. They’re so dirty. Get out of here.
After saying that, he turned and went into the house.
Xiao Xingyun stood there at a loss.
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