Yan Huailiu's mind went blank.
He watched Gu Xingyun approach and almost spoke to his face.
"Master has been acting strangely for a while now. Even when we make mistakes, he never whips us and even takes the initiative to share medicine with us. Even though we've walked this road thousands of times, he still hesitates at intersections..."
He stared into Yan Huailiu's eyes: "Master used to hate his disciples and Junior Uncle the most, but now he can spend a whole day with Junior Uncle peacefully, and even returned the things left by Master to Junior Uncle..."
All the hairs on Yan Huailiu's body stood up, and every pore was screaming danger.
"Master, who loves the limelight so much, now resists appearing in public. He can wear the same clothes for two days straight. In the past, Master would feel dirty if he wore them for more than two hours..."
"You also said that using the medicine on us would be a waste. Even if you were to save an ant, you wouldn't waste your spiritual energy on us disciples. But now you are disregarding your own health to heal us, and you even personally accompany Jingming to collect herbs. It was clearly him who caused your injury, but you didn't punish him. Instead, you gave him gifts to comfort him..."
Every word Gu Xingyun said was like a needle piercing Yan Huailiu's heart.
He thought he acted very well. Although it couldn't be called perfect, he was very cautious.
Now, after hearing what Gu Xingyun said, I realized how many flaws I had revealed during this period of time.
That’s right, how could he think he could hide it from someone he spends every day with?
The scene of being tortured by having his scapula locked for decades and then being eaten by wild dogs until nothing was left of his body once again appeared in Yan Huailiu's mind.
He doesn't care much about life. He can die, but he can't die in such pain.
He was terribly afraid of pain.
Yan Huailiu's vision went dark and his breathing became a little difficult.
Gu Xingyun held his face with his hands and carefully wiped away his tears, his voice like the whisper of a devil.
"Master, have you been possessed by something?"
All the careful calculations made in private were overturned at this moment. Perhaps stimulated by the sword, Gu Xingyun asked regardless of the consequences.
"I……"
Yan Huailiu opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The hand holding Gu Xingyun's wrist loosened weakly, and when it was about to fall, Gu Xingyun grabbed it and held it tightly.
"Who are you?"
Yan Huailiu felt bitter in his mouth: "Yan Huailiu."
Gu Xingyun's expression relaxed for a moment, as if he was comforting himself: "Yes, if Master was possessed by another body, Junior-Master should be able to find out."
He had given Yan Huailiu all the excuses himself, even offering him a way out: "Master has changed so much that I can't help but overthink things. Did something go wrong with Master's cultivation, causing problems with his memory?"
Yan Huailiu nodded subconsciously: "I have forgotten a lot of things, but I still remember your names."
"I see."
Gu Xingyun laughed: "Even if Master has lost his memory, does he still remember us?"
"Yes." Yan Huailiu answered confidently, his mind racing at this moment: "I just felt that what I forgot was not important, so I didn't say it."
"Isn't it important?" Gu Xingyun's fingers gently rubbed Yan Huailiu's wrist, like an unreasonable child: "But I think those are very important."
How can I forget those whip marks, the humiliation, and the curses?
How can it not be important?
"Yes, I will try my best to remember it." Yan Huailiu continued with his words.
Gu Xingyun was stunned for a moment: "Forget it, Master, there is no need to force yourself. It doesn't matter if you can't remember it."
If he really remembered, he might not survive the next day.
"I like Master the way he is now."
Gu Xingyun said softly.
Seeing that his attitude had softened a little, Yan Huailiu hurriedly repeated his previous apology.
"I really have forgotten everything that happened in the past. I don't know about the sword. I, I will give you something else. Don't be angry."
Gu Xingyun tilted his head and looked at him: "Master seems to be very afraid that his disciple will get angry? Why?"
Why.
When you are angry, you become evil.
Once he turns evil, he will lead his fellow junior brothers in rebellion.
He didn't want to end up with a miserable death.
He just wanted to live out his life in peace and security in a place he thought was safe.
These must not be told to Gu Xingyun.
Yan Huailiu lowered his eyes: "I just don't like it."
Disgust flashed across his brows: "I don't like when others get angry."
It will scare him.
Gu Xingyun remained silent, looking at the jade-white, overly slender neck. He seemed to be able to feel the warmth and softness of his lips touching it. His Adam's apple rolled and he looked away with difficulty.
The violent mood gradually calmed down during the conversation.
He still held Yan Huailiu's hand, and the latter seemed completely unaware of this.
Gu Xingyun's heart softened inexplicably. He gently squeezed Yan Huailiu's palm and said, "No, I won't do that again."
"I was impulsive. I shouldn't have spoken to Master like that. Master, can you forgive me this time?"
He spoke in a soft voice, just like a spoiled child.
Successfully calmed Yan Huailiu's nervousness and anxiety.
The two of them found the most suitable way to get along without knowing each other.
Yan Huailiu felt a little aggrieved: "Okay, then don't do this next time. If I forget, you can just tell me directly. Don't be so... so sarcastic."
The last few words were spoken very quietly, but Gu Xingyun still heard them.
This time, a genuine smile appeared on his face: "Yes, Master."
Only after patiently coaxing the man to eat and helping him wash and change his clothes did Gu Xingyun plan to leave.
Yan Huailiu pulled his sleeve, a little embarrassed: "You should keep these, they may be useful."
Gu Xingyun glanced at the pile of bottles and jars, as well as several upside-down books, and asked curiously, "Is this a new cultivation method? I haven't yet fully comprehended the previous one..."
"no."
Yan Huailiu suddenly let go, turned over and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, his voice buzzing: "These are just some books suitable for your age. Go back and read them slowly. Okay, I need to rest."
Gu Xingyun helped him pull the quilt, put the things away with some doubts, and couldn't help but open it as soon as he walked into the yard.
After reading only two lines, he quickly closed the book, seemed to curse something, stuffed the book into his sleeve, and walked out quickly.
The courtyard belonging to their fellow disciples was extremely lively, as if Yu Ziheng was pestering Chang Sui to make some trouble.
Gu Xingyun pretended that he had no ears and wanted to avoid them and return to his room, but he was stopped by Ling Xinghua.
He held a few thin pieces of paper in his hand, his expression somewhat conflicted. "Big Brother, can I chat with you? Just a few words, I won't disturb your rest."
Gu Xingyun turned sideways: "Come in."
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