Chapter 223 You are a hooligan
Lu Yan's words shocked the whole room into silence. The originally noisy environment suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Immortal cultivators can live forever, but the life span of ordinary people is only a hundred years. How did they know about the events that happened eight hundred years ago? It was just that people in the world heard about it and believed it to be true, but they never thought that there was such a hidden story behind it.
Lu Yan didn't care how big a stir he had caused. He smiled indifferently, turned around and left. He thought that there were probably a lot of spies from the hundreds of immortal sects hidden among these servants. Did Ying Wujiu really not see it or was he pretending not to see it?
If he really didn't see it, then that's fine. But if he is pretending not to see it, what kind of big game is this person playing?
Lu Yan was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the water in the vat in the corner of the yard was rippling a little. After the rainy night, a wet mark was left on the ground. At this moment, the clear or turbid liquid flowed silently across the grass and flowed towards the Xuan Cang Hall.
The sky is divided into sun and moon, but inside the Xuan Cang Hall, there is no boundary between light and darkness. Regardless of day or night, it is always damp and dim.
Behind the red gauze tent, one can vaguely see a figure sitting cross-legged in a quiet room practicing. Suddenly, a gust of wind came and blew up half of the tent. Suddenly, a ball of mist appeared in the hall and gradually condensed into the graceful figure of a woman.
The woman had long hair and was wearing a blue dress. There was a cinnabar mole on her forehead. She looked like a cloud and moon in the mountains, or like wisps of mist, making it hard to tell who was real. She bowed to Ying Wujiu who was practicing. She was actually the Water Demon, one of the five generals in the Demon Realm: "Corpse, Water, Drought, Wind and Thunder":
"My Lord, it is just as you expected. Many people from the hundreds of immortal families have joined us."
She then told him in detail what happened in the cafeteria today, how Lu Yan had given Qu Shaotan a good plan, and how he had been dismissive of the donor. Finally, observing Ying Wujiu's expression, she tentatively said, "My Lord, I don't know where Lu Yan came from, but he knows all the secrets of the sect from hundreds of years ago, and his cultivation level is hard to predict. Keeping him around might be a disaster. Do you need to..."
She crossed her hand across her neck, with a sharp and decisive look.
Ying Wujiu, who had been silent all this time, finally opened his eyes slowly upon hearing this. A red light was seen flowing in the depths of his pupils. His long black hair fell from his shoulders, making his masked face look androgynous. He spoke in a low voice:
"When there are no heroes, Shuzi becomes famous...Did he really say that?"
Shui Mei nodded gently: "I dare not leave out a single word. This person is quite smart. He is not like the outside world who worships Tan Yue as the supreme sword master. If they had not used shady tricks to damage your cultivation, how could it be the turn of Tan Yue, a sinister villain, to come out and claim the title."
When Ying Wujiu heard her talk about the past, his expression as cold as ice did not waver. He only said calmly: "You continue to lurk and spy in secret. Without my permission, you are not allowed to hurt Lu Yan in the slightest."
The first sentence was relatively peaceful, but the second sentence somehow sounded like a warning.
Shui Mei frowned slightly, feeling that this person was not like Ying Wujiu in the past, and said worriedly: "What if this person has evil intentions and hurts the Lord?"
"He won't."
Ying Wujiu closed his eyes and said only these three words. Shui Mei felt that she could not be persuaded, so she had to retreat. Her body turned into a pool of dissipated water and flowed silently into the ground.
Not long after Shui Mei left, there was a sound of slow footsteps outside the hall, followed by someone knocking on the door:
"My Lord, I beg to see you!"
It’s Lu Yan.
Except for Feng Sha and others who occasionally came to report on what was happening in the city, no one usually set foot in the Xuan Cang Hall. Only Lu Yan, the chief steward, came every day to treat patients under the pretext of being a close servant.
Ying Wujiu was startled when he heard this. He did not speak immediately, but stood up and walked towards the bed. He sat on the bed as usual, pulled the quilt to cover his legs, and calmed himself before saying:
"Come in."
Lu Yan has been with Ying Wujiu for a long time now, and he probably has figured out his temperament. Although he is not as alert and cautious as he was at the beginning, his every move is still respectful and cautious, and no one can find fault with him.
"My Lord, are your legs feeling better today?"
Lu Yan is now the chief steward of Xuanguang Palace, so he no longer needs to wear the green robe that represented his previous identity as the furnace tripod. Instead, he wears a black robe with a silver gauze and a gold-thread qilin robe, white jade black boots, and his hair is neatly tied with two black and gold hair ties at the end. He is extremely graceful and attracts attention whenever he walks in front of the palace. He is like a completely different person from before.
Ying Wujiu looked at Lu Yan's hand that was holding his ankle, and saw that the joints of his ten fingers were distinct and longer than those of ordinary people. The light blue veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible, exuding a kind of cold sexiness for no reason.
Although it looks good, it is also cruel.
Lu Yan used these hands to cut open his own flesh and break his leg bones every day, without any mercy.
I wonder if people are as cold and indifferent as those hands?
Ying Wujiu was absent-minded, looking down, not knowing what he was thinking: "It's still the same as before."
Lu Yan's brows wrinkled slightly when he heard this. It should have been a while since he had been removing the fire poison from Ying Wujiu. Even if he didn't recover that quickly, he should have gotten better. He pinched Ying Wujiu's thin calf tentatively and asked, "Can your lord walk?"
Ying Wujiu frowned slightly: "No."
"How could this happen..."
Lu Yan was puzzled and muttered to himself, thinking that maybe his ability was not cultivated enough? This was not good, what if Ying Wujiu thought that he was a liar and a swindler? He carefully comforted him:
"Perhaps it is because my cultivation is low that I am slow. Lord, please do not be anxious. You are blessed with great fortune and will surely recover soon."
Ying Wujiu seemed a little unhappy: "How can you tell that I'm anxious?"
Not anxious? If he is not anxious, why does he let him come here to work and punch in every day? And punch in three times a day?
Lu Yan felt amused in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He still replied respectfully: "Your Excellency is such a person, he will not be rash and hasty. It was my fault for speaking out of turn."
As he finished speaking, he gently rolled up Ying Wujiu's pants and removed the fire poison as usual. However, just as he was about to cut open the flesh wound, his movements were so subtle that he hesitated for a moment.
He had treated the other person's injuries at least twenty times, if not thirty times. Although there were techniques that could heal the wounds, each time he broke bones, so it was certainly torture.
You have to know that Ying Wujiu was just in so much pain that he couldn't get up, but he wasn't really unconscious or paralyzed...
Seeing Lu Yan was hesitant to move, Ying Wujiu realized something and asked, "Why don't you take action?"
Lu Yan came to his senses and said, "Oh, nothing. I was just afraid that I might hurt the Lord by mistake."
Ying Wujiu's eyes dimmed slightly, thinking that this man had been hurt so many times, was he just now reacting and afraid? He closed his eyes and looked away, pursing his thin lips, as cold as a handful of snow, yet he liked to wear piercing red clothes:
"The pain of a broken bone can be healed, but it is not a heart-breaking thing."
Lu Yan was unable to comprehend the deeper meaning behind these words. He remained silent and simply placed his hand lightly on Ying Wujiu's calf. A pale blue light diffused and dispelled the burning pain.
In fact, broken bones can be cured, but it is through the skin, so the effect is slower and more laborious.
Ying Wujiu closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, but his voice was clear: "Why, you don't dare to cut my bones today?"
Lu Yan said hesitantly: "It's not that I don't dare, it's that..."
What is it? Can't bear it?
He himself couldn't explain it clearly, and he didn't finish his words. He changed his words and said, "This can also cure it, but the effect is slower. It's not good to break bones too many times. Please take care of it first."
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Ying Wujiu felt a strange emotion from Lu Yan, like pity, like reluctance. His hands hidden in his sleeves clenched silently, seemingly calm, but in fact his nails had already dug deeply into his palms.
Lord of the Demon Realm, how can you deserve mercy from others?
Ying Wujiu had been hated, scolded, laughed at, and rebuked in his life, but he had never been pitied by anyone. He should have felt humiliated, and in fact he did feel humiliated, but for some reason, all his emotions were stuck in his heart, and he could not express them to the person in front of him, so he could only endure it.
The man's fingertips were slightly cold, but his palms were warm. They pressed tightly against his skin, moving slowly upwards from the place where the bones were broken in the front. The pain dissipated a little bit at each place, and was replaced by an alarming itching sensation until the base of his legs -
Ying Wujiu suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Lu Yan's wrist with such force that he almost crushed his bones. His voice was low and cold:
"Lu Yan, you are too presumptuous!"
His tone was not angry, but his words were enough to make people shudder.
Lu Yan's fingertips trembled slightly for a moment, and his heartbeat accelerated a little, but it was not because of fear, but because of the excitement that was suppressed to the extreme. He just took advantage of the convenience of the meridians to finally detect the location of the heart.
The soul was neither hidden in the room nor on Ying Wujiu's body, but inside his body, in the upper abdomen. Lu Yan was just a little bit away from taking it out...
Lu Yan calmed himself down, lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "My Lord, please forgive me."
The fingertips of the person in front of him were trembling, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms, as if he was frightened by him. Seeing this, Ying Wujiu unconsciously loosened his grip a little, and then tightened it abnormally, pulling the person directly to the edge of the bed, staring at Lu Yan's head and said coldly:
"Look up."
Lu Yan paused, then slowly raised his head, revealing a devilish face. He was originally formed from a strand of evil thoughts collected by the executive from the three thousand worlds, and his whole body was poisonous. Although he had been purified a lot in the space station for so many years, if he encountered an attractive trigger, those greedy desires and evil thoughts would still emerge uncontrollably, like a disease, sometimes getting better and sometimes getting worse.
For example, he really wants souls now.
I really want to...
Ying Wujiu didn't know what Lu Yan was thinking, he just felt that the person in front of him was afraid of him. He raised his hand to take off the glass mask and threw it on the ground with a clang. The skin burned by the Red Lotus Fire was clearly exposed to the air, half of his face looked like a banished immortal, and the other half looked like an Asura.
Ying Wujiu leaned closer to Lu Yan and asked in a cold tone without any emotion: "Are you afraid of me?"
Lu Yan's voice was a little hoarse: "I'm not afraid."
Ying Wujiu sneered, his eyes showing a hint of cruelty: "You're lying."
Lu Yan was not lying, he was really not afraid, what was a skin worth? He now only felt that Ying Wujiu, who had a soul in his body, was a great treasure, as long as he found the first one, the rest would be easy to find.
"I dare not deceive the Lord..."
Lu Yan's tone was serious, yet hoarse and seductive. His hand, which fell on the bedside, was like a white bone snake, quietly entwining Ying Wujiu, and gently holding the man's cold fingertips, his charming peach blossom eyes full of affection: "If you don't believe me, can you kill me?"
At that moment, Ying Wujiu felt as if his hand was burned by something, or bitten by a snake. He pulled his hand back in shock, staring at him with eyes like arrows: "How dare you!"
Don't hide, he hasn't figured out where his soul is yet...
Lu Yan concealed his regret and decided to continue. He raised his hand to push aside the red cloud-like gauze curtain and directly pushed Ying Wujiu against the corner of the bed. He whispered in his ear: "If I can have a night of romance, I would be willing to die in the hands of the Lord."
He came to see him every day for treatment, and this man kept peeking at him. Not only did he promote him to general manager, he also gave him money and silver and personally taught him how to cultivate. Lu Yan was not blind or deaf, so how could he not know Ying Wujiu's intentions?
Ying Wujiu had never seen someone as daring as Lu Yan. He was cornered by the other party, his mind went blank, and he stretched out his hand to push Lu Yan away, but he panicked and went limp, and he couldn't use any strength at all: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?!"
Lu Yan chuckled: "Didn't I say that I am willing to die in the hands of the Lord?"
His warm hand landed on the other's lower back, then slowly moved upwards, carefully exploring the whereabouts of the heart and soul, and finally found out the location. Ying Wujiu was also touched by his obscene behavior and became limp all over, his skin flushed, his teeth clenched, and his face full of humiliation.
Lu Yan... Lu Yan is such a shameless person! He will be chopped into pieces sooner or later!
As for why he didn't kill him now, Ying Wujiu never thought about it. He just felt his heart beating like a drum, so nervous that it almost jumped out of his throat, and his whole body felt like it was on fire.
Lu Yan found that he was running out of energy, so he gave up when he tried to control his soul but failed. If he tried to take it out by force, not only would he fail to get it, but it might even alarm Ying Wujiu, which would be a loss.
He figured out the cause and effect, and slowly pulled his hand out of Ying Wujiu's clothes. He lowered his head and saw that he was looking at him in shock and anger, his fair cheeks were slightly red, but he dared not speak. He was really charming. With a thought, he smiled and helped him tidy up his messy clothes:
"To die under the peony flowers is to be a romantic ghost. If you want to kill me, I will wait for you in the room at night."
Yu Jie stood up from the bed, straightened his clothes, and before leaving, he patted Ying Wujiu's leg lightly. Seeing that the other party trembled in surprise, he pushed the door open and left with satisfaction.
He was pretending to be paralyzed, but he was kicking faster than anyone else when he was struggling just now. How could he look like he couldn't walk?
There had been a heavy rain a few days ago, and the corridors inside the palace were full of fallen leaves. The servants were a little absent-minded when they were sweeping, and gradually dispersed, each finding a secret place to hide.
A servant in blue hid in the corner of the wall and quietly took out a precious jade slip of voice transmission from his pocket. He lowered his voice and said nervously, "Big Brother, Big Brother, I am Xinya. Quickly report to the master that our Wordless Heavenly Book has been stolen!"
Another pretty woman with a double-ring bun hid in a tree and took out a pigeon from her arms. She lowered her voice and whispered, "Pigeon, pigeon, fly back to the sect quickly and ask my sister to go to the front hall to check if the Happy Buddha statue in the sect has been stolen. If it has been stolen, go to the Miaokong Cave in Zhayun Mountain to find the thief immediately."
In the rockery of the back garden, two men in blue hid in a place. One of them quickly lowered his head and drew a sound transmission formation, while the other one stood by and watched.
"Junior brother, junior brother, I am your senior brother. There is news from the Demon Realm that the treasures of all sects have been stolen. The treasure of our sect may have been stolen as well. Go and check it out quickly!"
"Reporting to Senior Brother, our sect does not have any treasures."
Senior Brother: “…Oh.”
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