Immortal, save me!

Meng Ziyue was a little excited when she heard this: "Junior brother, how can I cure my heart disease?"

Lu Chunting: "Either eliminate the source of heart disease, or find a medicine that can cure heart disease."

Meng Ziyue: "Yaoyin? What is that?"

Lu Chunting shook his head: "I don't know, only senior brother himself knows about the medicine."

Chu Xueying also came over, with a strange light shining in her eyes: "Is there any way to make senior brother tell the medicine guide himself?"

Cheng Yu looked at them with a cold face: "He won't tell us. He doesn't want to be with us at all. How could he take the initiative to tell us about Yaoyin?"

Yang Ding nodded and said: "Second Senior Brother and I have the same idea. Senior Brother has not wanted to see us from the beginning. It is impossible for him to tell us about the medicine."

Meng Ziyue lowered her head: "Then, is there no other way?"

She raised her head and looked at Lu Chunting expectantly: "Junior brother?"

Lu Chunting just shook his head: "There is no other way."

Meng Ziyue was lost, the light in her eyes fell, like the night sky filled with meteors, feeling lost and lonely.

Chu Xueying also lowered her eyes in disappointment and sighed in her heart: What a pity...

Wang Youyin himself was not in a hurry at all. He was lying on a soft chair and taking a nap. The sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves, leaving mottled light marks on his body. Against the red clothes and white skin, he looked like in the painting. Red plum blossoms and white snow are stunningly beautiful.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was trapped in a desperate situation, unable to move forward. In the dream, he stood in the darkness, watching coldly as he was bullied when he was a child. First, when he was just born, he was almost thrown into the water by his mother and drowned. Death, my mother didn't like him, but she didn't really drown him. She often left him aside and ignored him, and whenever she remembered, she would feed him some food to prevent him from starving to death.

The dilapidated thatched hut was their only property, but strange men often broke in, pinned his mother down and bullied her, while he lay ignorantly on the thatch not far away, knowing nothing about it.

Later, the mother began to actively invite the men in, and after the men left, she would take the copper coins or a little bit of food left by them in a daze.

When he was more than one year old, he began to learn to walk. No one taught him. His mother sat on the bed and watched coldly as he staggered and fell, letting him cry and remain unmoved.

When he was two or three years old, he started to run outside to play, wearing ragged clothes, bare feet and half-clothed. Many children a few years older than him were picking up stones on the ground and throwing them at him, scolding him, and even beating him.

He was afraid of the pain and stopped going out. Every day he saw a shaky old bed and heard the gasping and moaning of men and women. The white bodies were intertwined together, like two twisted pieces of bacon, making people unappetizing.

As he grew older, the men who came to the hut would occasionally look at him with malicious eyes, and even reach out to touch him.

His resistance angered those men. When he was six years old, his mother went out and did not come back. A man told him that his mother fell into a well and drowned, and he wanted to take him to find her.

He was dubious, but he still followed him out. The man took him to the brothel, and then left with the money he received from selling him.

He tried to escape, but was caught and locked in a dark hut filled with firewood, but those people did not treat him badly in terms of food and drink. Sometimes he would think that it would be good to stay there, and he would no longer suffer. Hungry, I no longer see my mother’s disgusted eyes and hear the disgusting sounds.

But he was wrong, he still couldn't get rid of it. They often washed him, put him in a light outfit that exposed his arms and legs, and brought him to a high platform. Under the stage were all kinds of men, all looking at the high platform with explicit eyes. He and the similarly dressed women stood there.

He was too young and no one wanted him. He was taken down, but was forced to learn to play and dance with the women. Beatings became commonplace.

When he was eight years old, he was spotted and bought by a man. Behind him was the madam, who was holding money in his arms and smiling so greedily that he couldn't even see his teeth. In front of him was the man's bloated, muscular back.

The man took him back and left. During those two days, he was locked in a room and listened to the conversations of the servants outside.

"Why did the master bring back such a small one this time? I'm afraid it will be gone in one night."

He was sitting in the corner with an expressionless face. A beam of sunlight passed through the hole in the wall and shone on his bare feet. The temperature was so hot that it seemed to bake him.

He looked at it blankly. A spider fell from the top of his head and hung in front of his eyes. Not far away, a huge spider web was held there. A butterfly was struggling hard on the web, and eventually became the spider's belly. Chinese food.

His eyes moved and he stared at the big spider. He suddenly wondered if he could become a spider and become the master. From then on, he could only control others instead of being controlled by others.

He began to think of ways to escape. Within two days, he escaped twice. The first time he was caught, whipped several times, the windows and doors were nailed with boards, and his feet were shackled.

But he didn't give up. He dug a hole in the corner with a stick. He heard from the servants that the man would be back in the evening. He couldn't wait any longer, so he hurriedly got out of the hole and groped all the way to the wall facing the street. Fortunately, he found a dog hole and crawled out of it, but the men noticed that he had escaped and ran towards him.

A man in white clothes stood outside the wall and looked at him. He tensed up, worried that this man was with them, and tried to scare him away with the most ferocious look.

"I'm warning you not to meddle in your own business, or I'll bite you to death!"

The man looked at him without speaking or moving.

He only glanced at the man and ran in a random direction, but those people soon caught up with him and he was dragged all the way back.

The man was still standing there, looking at him with compassionate eyes.

He stared at the man, completely gave up struggling, and allowed himself to be thrown back into the room.

In the evening, he was washed and had something unknown on his body. It was very fragrant and greasy. Then he was wrapped in a piece of clothing and sent to the man's room.

The man came in quickly, quickly took off his clothes, and then pressed him under him. The tulle on his body was torn to pieces, and he was forced to stick to the man's disgusting body.

The man's foul mouth gnashed at him. He was so disgusted that he resisted again. The man slapped him so hard that he was blind for a moment and his brain was buzzing.

A cup of hot water was poured on him, causing his skin to burn and painful. He gritted his teeth and remained silent. The man was bored, but stretched out his hand to strangle his neck, watching him struggle in pain.

Just when he was about to be freed, the man in white appeared and saved him, but he didn't want to be grateful to him. He even thought badly: Why did you save me? It would be great if I died, and I don't have to endure this anymore. A dirty, disgusting world.

……

Wang Youyin's eyes moved, but he couldn't open them for a long time. The scene changed. It was after he left the sect to seek revenge. Countless sect brothers surrounded him, and his master stood in front to confront him. , countless voices circled him like flies.

"The King of Evil Disciples has a hidden secret. Do you know that you are wrong..."

"The sect is responsible for saving the common people, how can you kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

"You are a born evil person, you don't deserve to live, let alone be our senior brother!"

"Sooner or later you will suffer retribution..."

"...abolish the cultivation base and expel the sect..."

"I don't have you as my disciple, so you should commit suicide and apologize!"

"Get rid of him! Get rid of him! He's the devil!"

Wang Youyin looked at the master standing opposite, unable to move his body. Countless attacks hit him. The surging spiritual power was about to break him into pieces. Swords of different sizes poked at him, cutting his clothes. , scratched his skin, and bright red blood flowed out and soaked his clothes. For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between the colors of the clothes and the blood.

His master approached him with a sword in one hand and pierced his neck.

Wang Youyin looked at the cold and disappointed eyes of the man in front of him and grinned, with tears in his eyes.

"You still want to trap me, what are you dreaming about?"

He held the sword on his neck with his left hand, and opened his right hand. Three copper coins with beautiful and strange colors fell into the air, as if they were derived from the Eight Diagrams diagram and were held underneath. When the hexagram came out, everything was shattered, and everyone and everything in front of him disappeared. Intangible.

Wang Youyin stood there erect, with all the injuries on his body gone, and his clothes intact, but the surroundings became dark again.

He turned around and walked in one direction, and sneered: "My master has never been willing to hurt me. He is the most soft-hearted. Even if I "bullied" him, he didn't let me shed a drop of blood. How could he stab my throat with a sword? .”

He looked at the light ahead and continued: "He is the only one I care about. What does it have to do with what other people think of me?"

"You can't trap me."

"forever."

No one answered behind him, so he didn't care. He stepped into the light, and the next moment he woke up.

He looked at the crescent moon in the sky and what time the stars were. There were noisy insects in his ears, and he was covered with a thin quilt.

He asked his subordinate who was hiding in the dark: "What time is it now?"

"Xushi." The subordinate said respectfully.

"My lord, you have slept for two days and one night."

Wang Youyin rubbed his forehead and sat up: "How's the matter I told you?"

The subordinate took out a box and held it in front of Wang Youyin with both hands.

"It has been prepared, sir."

Wang Youyin took the box and opened it. Inside was a long chain, silver in color, engraved with patterns, very beautiful.

He nodded with satisfaction. This was something he found specially for his master. It was soft in texture, but invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire. Even with his level of cultivation, he could not cut it off and could only open it with a key.

He stood up and swept the hem of his clothes across the soft couch, hiding an unknown petal inside.

"I haven't seen you for two days. Master must be missing me. It's time to comfort Master's lonely body and mind."

The subordinates lowered their heads silently and kept silent.

Wang Youyin's figure flashed, and he was no longer there.