Chapter 226: Deep Love
The power of the space station is above everything else. As long as Lu Yan has enough energy, he can even easily kill Tan Yue, who is at the Half-Step Golden Core Immortal Realm.
After all, no matter how high the force value of the game character on the mobile phone screen is, it can't compare to a hand outside the screen gently pressing the pause button. This is the difference between the controller and the controlled person.
Nan Tuo's body fell quietly to the ground, his eyes staring at the sky, clearly dying with his eyes open. Even the illusions he had set up around him disappeared.
Hearing the footsteps of the demon soldiers patrolling nearby, Lu Yan directly took off the spirit bag from Nan Tuo's waist, flicked his wrist, and the sword made of moonlight flew out like a flying arrow and hit the corpse's throat.
In an instant, the sword blade seemed to melt ice and snow, burning into a cluster of white flames, silently burning Nanduo's body to ashes, leaving no ashes.
"call……"
A gust of wind blew and the fire went out.
Wuwang Sect, Seven Star Palace.
The night duty disciple had come to the hall to inspect as usual, but suddenly saw the light of one of the golden lotus lamps gradually dim, with green smoke curling up. It went out right before his eyes. He was so frightened that his face changed drastically, and he ran out of the outer room:
"No... It's bad! Report to the Sect Master quickly, the Great Elder's life lamp has gone out!"
This natal lamp was originally a method used by the major immortal sects to control the movements of their disciples. It required a strand of soul and a drop of essence and blood to be melted into red wax, and then lit with the Buddhist treasure "Earth Golden Lotus Lamp". It would be placed in the temple for a long time and would not be extinguished by wind or rain, and would only go out when the disciple died.
There were not many people in Wuwang Sect who were qualified to worship the natal lamp, and the one that had just been extinguished happened to be engraved with the name of the great elder Nan Tuo, so the disciple was so panicked. The news spread throughout the sect, and immediately caused a huge uproar.
"Ridiculous! Senior Brother has a very good cultivation base. There are only a few people in this world who can surpass him. Who on earth dares to go against our Wuwang Sect?!"
In the Sword-asking Hall, the two elders and the leader of the Wuwang Sect were all present. They were originally fellow disciples and brothers, and they had a special bond. Although they were privately somewhat dissatisfied with the leader's position, now that someone had provoked them, they could not care less for the moment.
The third elder Zhi Chen was the most explosive. He was immediately shocked and angry. He broke the armrest in anger and said, "I will use the soul summoning spell to find out the reason. That person will definitely pay the price!"
The fourth elder advised kindly, "Third brother, don't publicize this matter for the time being. If you set up the soul-attracting formation with great fanfare, won't you just make people uneasy?"
Zhi Chen scolded: "So what if your heart is unsettled? People have already ridden on your neck and shit, and you are still like a Buddha, not moving! You should just join the Luohan Sect as soon as possible!"
Ruo Shan's expression changed slightly when he heard this: "You!"
Just as the two were arguing, a calm voice suddenly rang out, interrupting them:
"My fellow disciples, our elder brother's body is still warm, so we should not panic. I have just calculated the location of our elder brother's soul. The north water belongs to Yin, and it is in a high position. I am afraid it is related to the Demon Realm."
Hearing the word "Demon Realm", Zhi Chen's expression changed slightly: "Ever since that evil obstacle was wiped out, the Demon Realm has been without a master. Although Ying Wujiu came ten years ago and people outside have made him look very powerful, I think he is just making a fuss. In Wuwang Sect, apart from Senior Brother Tanyue, Senior Brother Nantuo has the highest cultivation level. Does he really have that ability?"
Ruoshan pondered and said, "There are so many masters in the world of immortal cultivation, and many of them are unknown. Who knows, there might be a powerful figure among them."
His words reminded people of an incident that had been widely circulated a few days ago. Now, all the immortal sects were keeping an eye on Xinpo and had secretly sent many spies to the Demon Realm. It was heard that the Venerable Lord Wujiu had a trusted steward who was eloquent and had a sweet tongue. He boasted that there were no fewer than five people in the world who could defeat the donors, and he also mocked them. The incident had become widely circulated.
If you think about this carefully, you will realize that you said something wrong. The head brother has always been sensitive, so why did you make him unhappy?
The donor looked calm, as if he had not heard anything. He sat quietly on the cushion, with a gentle look and amiable appearance, not like a swordsman at all. "Brother, what you said makes sense, but this is a serious matter. If it gets out, people will inevitably laugh at our Wuwang Sect for being weak. The great elder was killed, but we can't even find the cause of the crime. So I can only investigate secretly, but I can't investigate it clearly."
Zhi Chen stood up suddenly and said, "You are the head of the sect, you must not act rashly. I will investigate this matter!"
Tan Yue did not agree immediately, but closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying: "This matter does not require Senior Brother to step in. I have planted a chess piece in the Demon Realm, and now is the right time to use it..."
The dim light of the long-burning candle in the hall drowned out his gradually sinking voice.
Lu Yan didn't know the Wuwang Sect's countermeasures yet, but even if he knew he wouldn't take it to heart. The Demon Realm was almost becoming a spy den, and one more or one less wouldn't make a difference. He was already busy with his daily cultivation, so how could he have the time to care about those trivial matters.
"You are extremely talented, not inferior to me in my youth, but you are lazy. You haven't mastered the sword moves I taught you half a month ago. It's really a waste of such good muscles and bones."
Ever since that day Ying Wujiu took Lu Yan in, he has been particularly fond of this "male pet" who has an extremely good appearance and touches his heart. Not to mention the top-grade skills and rare treasures he often gives him, he even takes out one or two hours every day to personally teach him how to practice sword. However, Lu Yan is a useless person. If he practices Qigong and meditation, his cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds, but asking him to practice sword diligently is harder than peeling his skin off!
One should not blame others for loving someone too deeply or criticizing them too harshly; it is inevitable that one will get angry.
"Your Excellency is already a rare master in the world, so why should I bother to practice swordplay? It's because I don't know how to do this art, and I was born with a lack of talent."
Inside the red gauze tent, Lu Yan lazily leaned against the headboard with Ying Wujiu in his arms. His slender fingertips smoothed the other's wrinkled brows, knowing that this man was holding back his anger.
In the first place, it was a great honor for a great master to personally instruct Lu Yan, a novice, in sword training. However, Lu Yan didn't know what to do. He dodged when he could and pretended to be sick when he couldn't. There were a total of 48 sword moves, but he still hadn't mastered even the basics. Even a clay man was getting angry.
What's more, Ying Wujiu is not a clay figure, but an invisible firecracker.
"Don't try to coax me with these nice words. You are lazy, so why bother making excuses?"
Ying Wujiu rested his head on Lu Yan's legs, his brows furrowed, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure, but he saw that man lowered his head and looked at him with a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, smiling and not angry at all. He listened to him when he was scolded and coaxed him when he was angry. It really made people feel like they were punching cotton.
"Yes, yes, I will go to the back mountain to practice sword tomorrow. But I feel uncomfortable not being able to serve the master."
Lu Yan's mouth can really make people laugh to death.
Ying Wujiu was originally a little unhappy, but after hearing what Lu Yan said, he was completely relieved. He closed his eyes and said nothing, and after a long while he slowly let out a breath:
"Even dragons can be killed, let alone humans. My soul is damaged, and I will never be able to enter the realm of true immortals again in this life. If I die in the future, those famous and upright sects will attack you, and you will have no power to protect yourself. Isn't that the end of you?"
Lu Yan was originally laughing at Ying Wujiu for being nosy. He only needed to recover his energy, and he wouldn't be afraid of ten True Immortals. Wouldn't it be a waste of time to practice swordsmanship? But he was surprised to see that the other party was really thinking about him and even considered his afterlife.
Lu Yan put away his frivolous smile, looked at Ying Wujiu and said, "My Lord, you have a divine weapon like the Heart Soul, can't you seek a chance to become an immortal?"
Ying Wujiu looked at him with sneer and asked, "I have already fallen into the devil, why should I seek immortality?"
Lu Yan asked back: "Why did the Lord fall into the devil's trap?"
Ying Wujiu did not answer. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Lu Yan's Adam's apple, then raised his chin slightly and closed his eyes.
This was his clear sign that he wanted to kiss.
During this period of close contact, the two of them have already done many little things that are unknown to others.
Lu Yan pulled the person into his arms, and took advantage of the situation to kiss her. Without the hindrance of the mask, his warm lips kissed all over the scarred right face, and then kissed the cold left face that looked like a banished immortal. It seemed that all the glory of Ying Wujiu's life had ended here.
“Hmm…”
Ying Wujiu had been burned by karmic fire, so his skin was always sensitive to temperature. Every time Lu Yan kissed him there, he felt an indescribable burning panic and always turned his head away. But the man refused to fulfill his wish and continued to kiss him more and more aggressively, pinching his chin.
Lu Yan used his fingertips to rub Ying Wujiu's swollen lips. He saw with his own eyes the man who was so high and mighty in the daytime gasping for breath under him with red eyes. His eyes dimmed slightly. "I accompany the Lord here every day and have fun. Isn't it more interesting than practicing swordsmanship?"
Ying Wujiu felt that the smile in Lu Yan's eyes seemed to burn him to ashes. His whole body softened and he panted and begged, "With your character, it's hard to make it big."
"No problem, as long as the Lord can make the situation better."
Lu Yanyu turned over and pressed Ying Wujiu under him. With a flick of his fingertips, he had already stripped off the enchanting red dress on the other person. His lips were close to his ear, and his voice was so low that it could not be heard: "I will heal the wound of the Lord..."
Even if you can't make it to the end, there are plenty of ways to have fun.
By late at night, the bed was a mess.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Yan stood in front of the bed, picked up his clothes, and put them on one by one, no longer showing the ridiculous look he had just shown.
When Ying Wujiu saw him leaving, he felt a sense of emptiness and loss in his heart. He frowned and asked, "Why don't you want to live with me in the palace?"
"There are all kinds of people in Fuyue City. I need to keep a close eye on them, otherwise I will feel uneasy."
Lu Yanyu walked back to the bed and sat down. He knew that Ying Wujiu was suspicious and conceited, and he always coaxed him into submission. He reached out and brushed away the messy hair on his cheeks: "If it weren't for the safety of the Lord, I, such a lazy person, would not keep an eye on those messy spies. How should the Lord reward me?"
The next sentence was said with a smile, which made it clear that it was a joke.
Ying Wujiu held his hand, his eyes deep: "You are as cunning as a fox. I don't even know which of your words are true and which are false. Those spies are all turtles in a jar. I have my own plans. Why do you need to watch them in person?"
Lu Yan leaned closer to him, smiled and pecked Ying Wujiu: "Okay, then I will ignore them and stay with the Lord in the palace every day, okay?"
Ying Wujiu's expression indeed eased a bit, and he looked away calmly: "You are willing to stay longer, but I am not willing to keep you. Go, I need to practice these few days, so I don't have time to teach you swordsmanship."
The implication is that he was let off.
Ying Wujiu thought to himself that he, the lord of the Demon Realm, could not even protect a person? It would be fine if Lu Yan was unwilling to practice, but it would be boring to force him all day long.
"The Lord really loves me."
Lu Yan hugged Ying Wujiu and kissed him for a long time, making him happy, and then turned around and left Xuan Cang Hall.
At that time, Fengsha was patrolling back and forth on the high walls built around the hall. The wall was only an inch wide, but he walked back and forth as if it were flat ground, making no sound at all, like a child who had nothing to do and was amusing himself. When he saw Lu Yan coming out of the hall, he curled his lips and looked away, as it was obviously not the first time they had met.
Lu Yan took two steps and passed by the viewing tree outside the Moon Gate. He suddenly remembered something and took two steps back. He gestured in confusion and said, "General Fengsha, I hung a pigeon cage here a few days ago. There was a big fat pigeon in it. Why didn't I see it today?"
Ah Yi is the most troublesome of all the servants. Normally, she cannot be moved even if she is called upon. Lu Yan relies on this pigeon to control her. She is hung outside the Xuan Cang Palace and no one dares to touch her. How come today, we only see the cage but not the pigeon?
"Hic~"
Fengsha looked at Lu Yan quietly, then burped.
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