Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

The sapphire sword was placed on a simple wooden table.Beside the table was the tea that Zhao Qingyang poured for Du Sumu.

Du Sumu stretched out his hand and carefully touched the blade of the Qingyu Sword.After finally finding Yan Ke's spiritual consciousness, he let go of his hanging heart a little bit, but his brows were still furrowed, and his expression did not relax in the slightest.

Zhao Xuehan leaned against the door frame and stared at Du Sumu without saying a word.Du Sumu turned around and saw Zhao Xuehan, lowered his eyes slightly, and signaled Zhao Xuehan to go outside the door with him.

The night is thick.Zhao Qingyang's hiding place is on a piece of wasteland, the surrounding area is desolate and lonely, and there are faint roars of monsters coming from it.Zhao Xuehan gently closed the door.In the darkness, the two remained silent, only hearing the cold wind in their ears.

"It's really frightening." Zhao Xuehan put his hands behind his head and broke the silence, "This Zhao Qingyang behaves like he's hysterical, it's simply incomprehensible."

"You said, his hysteria must not be hereditary."

There was a smile on his face, and his voice was very relaxed, as if everything that happened just now was just a farce.

Du Sumu silently stared at Zhao Xuehan, and did not respond to his joking words.The corners of Zhao Xuehan's mouth gradually dropped, and the joking expression on his face disappeared without a trace.

"Are you..." After a moment of silence, Zhao Xuehan asked softly, "Are you afraid that I will eventually become like him, so you must take me away from him and keep me by your side."

Du Sumu shook his head, he smiled lightly and sarcastically.

"If you really become like senior brother, I will be happy." He said.

Zhao Xuehan raised his eyebrows suspiciously.Du Sumu put his hand into his skirt, and took out a natal tablet carved from sandalwood.The brand is very old, the patterns are almost worn out, only the name "Zhao Qingyang" can be vaguely recognized.

"Senior brother and I grew up in the same school and grew up together. They are very good." He said softly, "He is talented, tough, noble, ambitious and capable. He is the perfect candidate to inherit the position of head."

Zhao Xuehan pouted lightly, his eyes swept back and forth in the hazy and desolate Demon Realm. "I don't believe it," he said.

Du Sumu paused for a moment and sighed. "It's true," he said.

"At that time, after the head of the sect died for some reason, I was far from my senior brother in terms of cultivation and personality, but somehow I became one of the candidates. I finally sat at the head of the sect. Do you know why?"

"He has a wicked mind." Zhao Xuehan said disdainfully, "Because he didn't become the head, he slaughtered the people of the entire sect. What kind of decent person can he be?"

Du Sumu looked serious, and his brows were furrowed again.

"I never told you these things," he said. "How do you know?"

Zhao Xuehan chuckled lightly: "The good deeds done by the former Demon Venerable have been spread throughout the Three Realms, so do you still need to talk about it?"

Du Sumu shook his head. "The truth is." He said softly, his eyes fell on the towering Yuanxiu Peak, "Senior brother lost his qualifications to be the head of the sect early."

"Before running for the succession of the head, my brother and I were arranged to enter the Nine Illusion Realm to practice." He smiled wryly, "I was attacked by a monster not long after I entered the illusion. In order to save me, my brother fell under the curse of the monster."

"I was not proficient in this way at the time, and I couldn't undo the curse for my brother. I asked the elders of the sect for help, but..."

Du Sumu's eyes gradually sank.

"I didn't know at the time that all of this was actually an internal arrangement of the sect."

"Senior brother is a descendant of a famous family, with outstanding qualifications and decisive actions. The elders of the sect and the outsiders who secretly control the sect are afraid that after the senior brother takes power, the senior brother's family will become too powerful and their own power will fall, so they want to suppress it."

"My character is weak and I don't want to make progress. They planned to push me to be the head of the sect, so that they can be easily manipulated. But the senior brother's voice is too loud. If I directly veto it, I'm afraid I won't be able to convince everyone."

"What kind of phantom monsters are nothing more than conspiracy."

"So that monster was going to attack Zhao Qingyang in the first place?" Zhao Xuehan asked, then waved his hand, "But he can't even resist the magic beast's heart curse, and the position of the master can't be secured."

"No." Du Sumu whispered, he raised his head, his clear eyes were covered with haze.

"The monster is coming to attack me. If it is to attack senior brother, with his cultivation base, he must have sensed the fighting intention early and can take precautions in time."

"But..." Zhao Xuehan hesitated to speak.Du Sumu smiled wryly.

"He will definitely save me." He said softly, "This is his original character, and he will never let his fellow disciples die in front of him. Those people know this about him, and they used it to harm him."

Du Sumu looked towards the sky, and a faint glow slowly emerged from the hazy sea of ​​clouds.

"I asked him why he saved me at that time." He lowered his eyes, "Why should I lose the qualification to be the head of the sect because of me?"

"He just answered me with a few words: 'Nothing. Just instinct.'"

"If I had cultivated more diligently at that time, my brother would not have sacrificed my life." Du Sumu said in a low voice, "If I had studied spells harder at that time, my brother would not have..."

Du Sumu's voice gradually decreased.Zhao Xuehan stared at him, saw that he slowly closed his eyes, let out a deep breath, and then shifted his gaze to Zhao Xuehan.

"No one can decipher the curse in the heart of senior brother. Over time, it turned into a heart demon." Du Sumu said calmly, his voice was as calm as water,

"He once tried to restrain himself, but it was in vain. His cultivation gradually went astray. The elders used this as a reason to expel him from the sect and destroy his natal card.

"I was already the head of the sect at that time, and I forcibly took my senior brother back regardless of opposition. But at that time, someone who was good at it told him the truth of everything. When I re-granted him the natal card, his inner demons lost control and killed him. Lost all the people in the sect."

"He doesn't hate you?" Zhao Xuehan asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Maybe I hate it, maybe I don't." Du Sumu shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"After Senior Brother fell into a demon, I asked him countless times and didn't regret saving me. He never answered. Even under the control of the demon, he never said a word that wanted to kill me."

Du Sumu held Zhao Xuehan's hand, and gently put Zhao Qingyang's natal card into Zhao Xuehan's palm.Then she bent her eyes and smiled softly at him.

"Compared to senior brother, you are naughty and mischievous, which makes people worry, but your nature is still very similar to him." He said softly, "I bring you by my side, just because I am afraid that senior brother will hurt you when he is insane."

"I have never doubted your character. No matter what outsiders say about you or what crimes you are charged with, I will trust you without hesitation and save you."

Zhao Xuehan bent his fingers and held the natal card in his palm.After a long silence, he looked at Du Sumu and blinked.The natal card ignited a light blue flame in his hand, and instantly turned to ashes.

Du Sumu's eyes widened in surprise, Zhao Xuehan clapped his hands and threw away the charcoal ashes in his hands.

"No matter how I look at it, I feel that you are atoning yourself." He said, "It doesn't have to be so."

"Since Zhao Qingyang is gone, you don't know if he hates you or not, so it's useless to think about it." Zhao Xuehan raised the corner of his mouth, "At least I know that I don't have much chance of getting hysteria, so I feel relieved."

He turned around, opened the door and was about to go into the house.

"Xiaohan." Du Sumu couldn't help calling Zhao Xuehan's name.

"This is not atonement." He said, "I have been with you for decades. You are already my relatives."

Zhao Xuehan's back was still for a moment.Du Sumu walked to his side and patted his shoulder lightly.

"After dawn, go home with me and Yan Ke." He said softly, "The matter of the White Dragon Sect will be resolved soon."

Zhao Xuehan chuckled lightly, then turned to look at Du Sumu.In his pair of purple eyes, there was a very rare look of sadness.

"I... can't go back anymore." He whispered, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers in the air.Suddenly, the monster in the sky let out a long roar.

"I am Demon Lord." He lowered his eyes, eyelashes covering the expression in his eyes, "After dawn, the Three Realms will definitely get news. If we go back with you, the situation of the Jingming Sect will definitely be very embarrassing."

He looked up at Du Sumu with a faint smile on his face.

"How?" He tilted his head, although he was smiling, the corners of his eyes were a bit lonely, "Is your son very promising?"

"Xiaohan..." Du Sumu wanted to say something, but Zhao Xuehan shook his head.He reached out and pushed the door open behind him.

"You take him away," he said.

When Du Sumu saw the room from the opened door, he couldn't help being startled.Yan Ke has turned into a human form at some point.The morning light pouring in from outside the door cast a hazy mist on his body.

Du Sumu blinked lightly.Standing in front of him, Yan Ke with morning light, like a jade sculpture, pure and cold, made him feel strange and familiar.

Yan Ke stood by the table, looking at the room blankly with his pale blue eyes.Seeing Du Sumu, his expression suddenly brightened, and he walked quickly to Du Sumu.

However, when facing Du Sumu, he suddenly made a puzzled expression, then stretched out his hand, and gestured on the top of Du Sumu's head.

"Strange." Yan Ke murmured, "Why did he become smaller?" Then he turned his head slightly.

"This is not your room." He said, pursing his lips slightly again.

"I woke up and couldn't see your people." Yan Ke whispered, "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Du Sumu was at a loss.Although Yan Ke's behavior is puzzling, it makes him miss it inexplicably.It seems that there was a similar scene decades ago.

Seeing that Du Sumu didn't answer, Yan Ke's expression gradually became puzzled.His gaze fell on Zhao Xuehan involuntarily, and a trace of vigilance flashed across his light blue eyes.

"Who is he?" Yan Ke asked Du Sumu.

Du Sumu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Yan Ke's spiritual consciousness had been injured by the spell, and he might not have fully recovered.

"He is Zhao Xuehan." He replied.

"Zhao Xuehan?" Yan Ke frowned. "He's not what he looks like."

"That should look like that?" Du Sumu hesitated for a moment, then asked softly.

"Zhao Xuehan is younger." Yan Ke thought for a moment, and said, "Besides, you said before that he made mistakes and would reflect in the cave on the back of the mountain. No one can see him."

"...Yes." Numerous fragments of memories flashed through Du Sumu's mind, and finally found the fragments of this scene.

When he was young, Zhao Xuehan was taken back to the Jingming sect and locked in a cave.That was decades ago, when Yan Ke went home with him for the first time.

Yan Ke lost a lot of his memory because of the spell.Those long and short days he spent with Yan Ke.Yan Ke didn't remember anything.

Realizing this, Du Sumu couldn't help biting his lips, feeling a sour feeling in his heart.

Behind Du Sumu, Zhao Xuehan let out a soft breath. "It seems that his spiritual consciousness has been damaged, and his memory has returned to the night when he just returned to the Jingming sect." He whispered in Dusumu's ear.

Du Sumu nodded. "You avoid it first." He whispered, "I'll take care of it."

Zhao Xuehan looked at Du Sumu worriedly, and finally left the room without saying a word.With the sound of closing the door.Du Sumu hesitated for a moment, then slowly took Yan Ke's hand.

It seemed like he hadn't done this for a long time.Yan Ke's expression didn't change at all, it was a normal expression.

He couldn't remember at all how Du Sumu refused his contact not long ago.

Du Sumu had mixed feelings in his heart.He vaguely remembered what Yan Ke said to himself in his room the night he just returned to the Jingming Sect.

Yan Ke, who was still a child at that time, seemed to kiss him for the first time, and said it was his return.

The sourness in Du Sumu's heart rose to his eyes again.He lowered his head, trying to avoid Yan Ke's gaze, but a cold touch fell on his cheek.

"You look tired." Yan Ke stared at him seriously, gently touched the corners of Du Sumu's eyes with his fingertips, his icy blue eyes filled with his shadow, "What's wrong?"

Du Sumu shook his head, not knowing what to say for a while.The dawn light shone through the cracks in the doors and windows into the dark house.The two were silent for a long time.

"What is the token of love?" Yan Ke opened his mouth very abruptly.

Du Sumu was stunned.Memories suddenly became clearer in my mind like a tide.He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't speak.

Yan Ke stared at him for a moment, and frowned slightly when he saw that he didn't answer.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"It's nothing." Du Sumu concealed, his voice hoarse.He felt as if a line of defense in his heart was about to collapse with Yan Ke's question, but he had to continue, "Why...you ask this question?"

"You told Zhao Xuehan that the Yuanshen is a token of love." Yan Ke said calmly, "You gave me the Yuanshen, and I should exchange it with something equal. But I..."

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned over slightly, and gently and quickly planted a cold kiss on Du Sumu's cheek.

"I don't know what to give you in return." He whispered, "Just now Zhao Xuehan thanked you in this way."

"Can I...can I do this too?"

Du Sumu stared at Yan Ke blankly.Yan Ke also looked at him.Qing Yujian's eyes are so pure, without any impurities.

The sourness that had been hanging in his chest suddenly burst out, and the pain swept over him endlessly.

"The token of love..." he whispered, but his voice was choked with sadness, "...it's for your lover."

"You don't have to give it to me."

"But I like you." Yan Ke said decisively.His expression remained unchanged, without any hesitation.It seemed that the answer was engraved on his sword made of sapphire.

Du Sumu's body stiffened for a moment.When exactly did it change.He gritted his teeth, thinking painfully.

To him, I have always had the relationship between master and apprentice and adoptive father and son.After all, you shouldn't have such an idea.Du Sumu thought so in his heart, but he couldn't help holding Yan Ke's hand.

He felt his palms were hot, and tightly wrapped Yan Ke's fingers in fear and eagerness.He hated himself like this, but couldn't help confirming this feeling step by step.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really." Yan Ke said,

"...Then you will always be by my side, okay?"

He knows Yan Ke's answer to this question, but the coming future will not fulfill his answer.

It was the first time that the cold touch of sapphire made him feel so piercingly uncomfortable.

"Don't leave me." Du Sumu murmured, "Don't..."

He wanted to say, "Don't hate me anymore. Don't fall in love with others anymore. Don't fall in love with Zhao Xuehan anymore."But in the end he didn't say it.

"I won't leave you." Yan Ke said.He's even a little weird.Why did Du Sumu say such words, and why was he so sad.Before leaving him in the room obviously, when he was fighting with Zhao Xuehan, he was still so relaxed and happy.

"I will never leave you." Yan Ke repeated again.

Du Sumu looked at him, slowly put down Yan Ke's hand, and shook his head slightly.No more talking.

He backed away slowly, then tentatively opened his palm to Yan Ke.

"Come back," he ordered.

Yan Ke's body suddenly shone, gradually became smaller, and finally turned into the length of a sword, falling into Du Sumu's hands.

Du Sumu looked at his hands in disbelief.

It turned out... that's true.Why he made a bond with me, why I never realized.

He held the sapphire sword tightly, and tears rolled down suddenly.

He just realized it.On the top of Yuanxiu Peak, even though Yan Ke was locked by a spell, she never thought of killing herself.

The sword blade that was coming towards him was just obeying his edict and wanting to return to his hand.

But it was all too late.