Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Lin Lingqing pushed open the door of the side hall, and Fang Zhiyuan came in behind him.

Yin Changxin was leaning against the bed, wearing a pale white singlet, looking at the twilight outside the window with a somewhat vain gaze.

Lin Lingqing looked at the figure quietly.He understood that Lord Panyu probably wanted to sow dissension by letting Master back to them.

After all, his good master is Immortal Panyu, or a direct disciple of some inhumane person.Even if Yin Changxin has done a lot for the education industry, in the eyes of outsiders, he is not my race after all.

It's already hard to say that the demon king protects him in public, but now that Lin Lingqing shows his golden pupils again, it's even more indescribable...

If the malice of the human heart takes root, who can tell what will happen in the end.

Lin Lingqing stood in front of the bed and asked, "Do you still recognize me?"

Yin Changxin didn't look at him, and said calmly, "I said, you should kill me."

"That means I recognize it." Lin Lingqing calmly pulled Fang Zhiyuan over, "Look again, what about this one?"

Yin Changxin: "..."

Fang Zhiyuan: "..."

Yin Changxin finally turned his face slowly, with a deep frown between his brows.Looking at Lin Lingqing's eyes of the same color with a pair of narrow golden pupils, he said hoarsely, "Do you think what I said in the clouds is false?"

"After all, I am of Panyu's bloodline, and I am not the same as you... Master has a last order to release the Yujie Furnace, but I just think that this kind of magic will damage Panyu's Daoist foundation. If you want to be with me in the future If there is a war in the Panyu world, I may not necessarily help you."

Lin Lingqing's expression sank slightly: "Master..."

But he shook his head again and said, "Forget it, I don't really want to call you Master anymore."

"..."

Yin Changxin nodded palely: "It should be so."

"In the past, I thought I didn't have any biological parents. Ever since you took me to Xuyun at the age of eight, Qing'er has been grateful for Master's upbringing and teaching."

Lin Lingqing paused, and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect the truth to be like this."

Yin Changxin closed his eyes, "Now you know... As I said, you will always see these truths. The relationship between you and me as a master and apprentice should come to this point. From then on, you will never have me as a master."

The bloody smell rushed up in his throat, and he swallowed it calmly.

"I don't want to die at the hands of Lord Panyu, nor do I want to be killed by Yujie monks. You... give me a quicker end."

"I owe you. If I can die at your hands, it will be a relief for me. If you are still willing to remember the friendship of these years, you will fulfill me."

When he opened his eyes again, Yin Changxin's eyes were still calm and cold, and he looked at his child.

He waited for Lin Lingqing's next sentence, as if waiting for some dark sentence.

Unexpectedly, Lin Lingqing took a deep breath: "No, I didn't expect..."

"It turns out that you are not only kind to me, but also kind to me."

"So," Lin Lingqing leaned down beside the bed.He leaned on his folded arms, tilted his head, and asked seriously: "From now on, can I call you Dad?"

"..."

silence.

Yin Changxin stared at Lin Lingqing, moved his lips in vain, and didn't know what expression to put on for a moment.

The Demon Monarch shook his head again and again: "As for you want me to kill you? That's impossible, absolutely impossible. I've really done the thing of killing my father, and I'm going to have a demon in my heart. Don't even think about it."

Fang Zhiyuan endured the hard work with a smile on the sidelines.

In fact, he was already relieved when he heard Yin Changxin's articulate and logical "begging to die".

After all, before opening the door and coming in, the senior brother had already expressed his attitude - "It's fine if people are not stupid, as for other things, I don't really want to care about them."

Lin Lingqing said calmly and seriously: "Father, how much do you remember about the Panyu world?"

Yin Changxin's expression was a little distorted.

He stumbled and said, "It's not dad, you can't be called dad."

Lin Lingqing sighed regretfully, and when he raised his face, he still looked calm and serious: "Okay, master, how much do you remember about the Panyu world?"

Yin Changxin: "..."

As the saying goes, if you want someone to accept an offer that he absolutely does not want to accept, the best way is to make an offer that he does not want to accept even more.

Lin Xiaoxian obviously knew this well, and when he called out "Daddy", Yin Changxin never dared to resist "Master" again...

"..." After a moment of silence, Yin Changxin lowered his eyelids, "I only have a vague impression, and I have forgotten everything that is useful to you."

"If you don't believe me, you can use the soul spell on me again."

Lin Qingdun felt a little frustrated.This smoothed out Yu Hongtang's awkward tendons, why is Master like this again now? ?

He waved his sleeves: "Forget it. Zhiyuan, let's go."

As a result, Yin Changxin looked strange: "You..."

You just leave?

What he lost was only the memory of the Panyu world, and the memory of recent years is complete.At least he knew what kind of predicament Lin Lingqing would face in ten days' time...

And he was the only Panyu in their hands.This child is really like this, just leave?

"Wait." Yin Changxin lifted his sleeve helplessly and hooked his fingers, "You... come back."

The two turned their heads at the same time, but were startled unexpectedly.The direction of the master's finger was not Lin Lingqing, but...

Fang Zhiyuan frowned: "Me?"

Yin Changxin hooked his fingers: "Just one sentence."

So Fang Zhiyuan walked back, feeling a little complicated.

After all, Yin Changxin has only his senior brother in his heart for so many years.

That girl, Little Red Tang, loved to act coquettish and playful since she was a child, and she could get her master to hug her from time to time.Although the later three younger brothers and sisters were not very close to the suzerain, they usually preached and taught, but they also had a sense of filial piety.

Only Fang Zhiyuan had a cold temper when he was a child, and he didn't get close to Yin Changxin, and Yin Changxin didn't seem to like him much.He didn't even talk to Yin Changxin alone...

At this moment, Yin Changxin looked at Fang Zhiyuan.

When the sun fell to the west mountain and dragged out a long shadow, Yin Changxin said: "When Xu Yun first saw you, I wanted to kill you."

"—!"

Fang Zhiyuan didn't feel anything, but Lin Lingqing's heart skipped a beat.

An indescribable uneasiness and panic rushed to his chest, oppressing his breath, Lin Lingqing hurried forward two steps, frowned and said: "...Master, don't scare my stars."

Yin Changxin shook his head, "Xing Xing is not an ordinary person, one day..."

He lowered his eyelashes, "You are all smart children, and there are many smart people in the education industry. As long as it is the truth, it will always be found out."

"Then maybe, one day not far away, you will know a sad thing."

"..."

The setting sun by the window hits the corners of Fang Zhiyuan's deep-lined eyes and brows, and also falls into the depths of Lin Ling's green pupils, which seems to spread blood in a thread.

Fang Zhiyuan clenched his fingers silently, and suddenly thought... At the bottom of the abyss, he had sent a letter to the two deans of the academy asking for help, and Chen Zhidao had indeed performed the soul-stirring technique on ancient books.

However, something is not quite right.

Back then when Gu Shu wanted to kill him, he used all sorts of pretentious tricks in his words, as if he was a sinner who caused disaster in the Three Realms...

What made him even more concerned was the phrase "someone bore your fate for you". Who else could do this kind of thing for him back then except Lin Lingqing?

But if there was something really bad about his fate, if something had really happened, why didn't Chen Zhidao tell him in the reply after he lost his soul?

Could it be that it is all nonsense from ancient books?

Or... is it too difficult to say?

Suddenly a hand was gently placed on the shoulder, and Lin Lingqing's cold voice interjected, "Master, it's fine for you to pretend to be deep with me like this, Zhiyuan can't help but be so frightened, really have something... just say it straight Ok?"

Unexpectedly, Yin Changxin shook his head solemnly, and raised his eyebrows calmly: "I forgot, I just remember that his fate is not good. After all, I wanted to kill him so much back then, there must be a reason."

"..."

"I don't remember what the sad thing is. Anyway, I'm sad. It's probably not a good thing."

"..."

Lin Lingqing was both angry and funny: "You...then you might as well not say it! Tell me how to put him to sleep tonight, you are really...!"

Fang Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I understand, thank you Master for reminding me."

Yin Changxin looked at Fang Zhiyuan quietly, with rare solemn eyes: "No, you still don't understand."

"Listen, Xingxing... When it really comes to that time, remember, as long as there is even a glimmer of hope, you have to try to live as long as possible."

"because……"

The Taoist pointed at Mo Jun with a calm tone.

"He will die without you."

……

This night, after the two apprentices left, Yin Changxin had a dream.

Under the influence of the soul-stirring technique, many old memories seemed to be dug out by a shovel, rolling around in my mind.

He remembered that after he took the fate of Lin Qing, he actually started to think about the child's funeral in his heart.

Not long after, Qing'er picked up a star covered in mud and scars from the sea and came back.

His emotions were... weird, so many things mixed together.

Shock, awakening after shock, ecstasy after awakening, and soon the ecstasy turned into a strong murderous intent, which was subtly suppressed by his habitual indifference.

But Lin Lingqing said that he likes this cursed star.

He thought that Lin Lingqing was about to die, and he was reluctant to kill the child's precious star.

He just thought, when Qing'er died, if he killed the misfortune star, he should be buried with Qing'er.

But later, Qing'er never died.

One day later, Qing'er's inner demons were broken.

And then later...

That winter, it snowed lightly.

"Master."

The white-robed boy sat under the pine tree on the main peak, leaning against the Taoist, and ate the fairy fruit in small bites.

He chewed slowly, thought slowly, and finally said slowly: "I'm thinking, if there is a fairy who saves the world, it will probably be like A Yuan."

Yin Changxin said with a straight face: "How could you think so."

"I don't know, I just thought so."

The young man looked back, and smiled brightly through a piece of falling snow: "Actually, I don't really like saving the world. Master, why don't you ask A Yuan to go for me."

Yin Changxin was slightly taken aback.

Before coming to Yujie, Yin Changxin never thought about the meaning of a person's "like" or "dislike".

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that if he could make the child in front of him laugh without worry forever, then he...

he……

Yin Changxin looked at Lin Lingqing and asked, "What about you?"

Lin Lingqing: "What?"

Yin Changxin rubbed the top of his hair: "The stars are going to save the world, how about you?"

"It must not be easy to save the world."

Lin Lingqing licked the juice on his fingers thoughtfully, then he faintly smiled again, and said softly, "I'll just stay with him."

Yin Changxin remembered that this child had also said to himself in a relaxed tone, "It's so cold on Xuyun Peak, so I'll just stay with Master."

It was the same at that time, under the green pines, there was light snow.

……

That night, the Taoist once again made a fortune-telling for his little apprentice.But a gust of wind and snow rolled in without warning, blowing the 49 bamboo treasuries into chaos.

Yin Changxin was shocked, looked up in a trance, and saw a winter night moonlight on the four peaks of Xuyun, clear and cold.

Yes, since that day.

Yin Changxin could no longer predict Lin Lingqing's fate.