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"Nowhere to Return" Author: Penlight Knocks Flowers

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What was supposed to be the fate of staying together for a lifetime ended in a wrong way, and all the vows and hopes fell apart in an instant and turned into phantoms.What I thought was the end, turned out to be just the beginning.

The reunion after many years has changed from fellow apprentices to masters and apprentices. Now that I have forgotten it, I will like it again. I hope I don’t miss it this time and have no regrets.

This mind is wandering without a fixed place. When asked where to return, the answer is that there is nowhere to return.

However, the direction of thinking, the return of the heart, within the six circles, the only person is the return.

Not to nowhere.

Content tags: Past and present love, sadomasochistic love, deep regret

Search keywords: Protagonist: Yan Qinghong, Wei Yin┃Supporting role: Gu Shuangchi┃Others: Master and apprentice, cultivation

Chapter 1

Weilun Mountain stands in Jiuqiongtian, and the Chenhuang lineage on it is the main sect practicing immortal arts today. There are countless disciples under the sect. Together with the four sects of Diancang, Ruoyin, Liumian, and Feiyu, they guard the five directions of Tiandaomen. Its reputation is well known.

And Yan Qinghong has been in charge of the sect for nearly a hundred years, and he is also widely known to the world.

Because he was only twenty-five when he entered the heaven, his appearance has not changed a bit so far.In the book of beauties written by Jiu Lin, he even ranked first as a man.In the battle between the fairy world and the demon world 200 years ago, he even sneaked into the Blood Lotus Hall alone to assassinate the demon emperor Jiang Yan, successfully destroyed his inner alchemy, and ended the thousands of years of war between the two worlds.

But even so, Yan Qinghong's reputation is still hovering between the sky and the sky.

It's because Yan Qinghong is very masculine, especially young.The rumors between him and his disciples can be said to bloom everywhere and never stop.It's like a river of spring water gushing endlessly.And the disciples who are favored by him often make rapid progress, and get a glimpse of the fairy gate earlier than ordinary disciples.Therefore, these young disciples will still give up their fear and fight for the sake of making Yan Qinghong look at them more. After all, Yan Qinghong is indeed tall enough to make all living beings fall in love with him, and it is not too much to be able to get his personal guidance. terrible thing.

But only those disciples who have been favored by Yan Qinghong know that rumors are rumors after all.

It was true that they entered the house as attendants, and it was true that they ate and slept together, but from the beginning to the end, Yan Qinghong never even touched a single finger of them, let alone let them touch a piece of sleeve.

Most of the time, Yan Qinghong would just look at them in a daze, as if trying to find some traces in their every move.

These teenagers followed Yan Qinghong for a period of time before being sent out again.After all, people will grow up, once they are old, Yan Qinghong will not look at them again.The disciples who were sent out were labeled as Chenhuang's in-house disciples, and were re-dispatched to the elders' sects to guide the new out-door disciples.

In this way, there is really no one who is really Yan Qinghong's disciple.

The elders deeply felt that this matter was inappropriate, even the Zhiyi Hall where Yan Qinghong lived several times persuaded him to seriously accept a few disciples who entered the room to teach him, and stop messing around again, Yan Qinghong just pretended to be a fart and let it go.Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, the elders began to pester him every day, holding the roster of new disciple portraits and waiting where he appeared, just to let him take a look.

Yan Qinghong, who had just returned from the Dharma Conference in Diancang Mountain, was surrounded by elders who had been waiting for a long time as soon as he landed.Yan Qinghong glanced at everyone, and immediately summoned the Huayue Sword and swung a sword aura.Unexpectedly, the elders who did not expect Yan Qinghong's sudden attack were instantly forced back dozens of steps by the sword energy. When they stabilized their bodies and raised their heads again, there was no sign of Yan Qinghong in front of them?

The elders glanced at each other, sighed and rushed to the Zhiyi Hall to continue waiting.

However, Yan Qinghong did not go back to Zhiyi Hall, but walked to the martial arts field of ordinary disciples in the back mountain.

Now this time should be the time for all the disciples to meditate and practice the mental method, but Yan Qinghong saw a ten-year-old disciple wearing new clothes half kneeling on the ground in Nuo Da's empty martial arts field, scrubbing with a rag in his hand. Bluestone bricks on the ground.

Yan Qinghong approached, and saw a large amount of ink stained on the floor tiles, but the disciple still didn't notice his arrival, so he could only ask, "Why don't you practice the mental method?"

The disciple raised his head when he heard the words, and after a glance, he quickly stood up and hid the rag behind his back, lowered his head and said, "I've seen the master..."

Yan Qinghong looked at the dirty clothes on his body, and ink was also splashed on a large piece of clothes, and asked again: "Why don't you practice the mind method."

"My...disciple dirty the martial arts field, the senior brother punished the disciple to wash it before leaving..."

Yan Qinghong glanced at the bluestone bricks on the ground, and asked again: "Why is it dirty?"

"Disciple...walked carelessly, bumped into senior brother and knocked over the ink cartridge."

"This is a martial arts training ground, why do you carry an ink cartridge with you?" Yan Qinghong's voice could not hear any waves of emotion, and he still asked calmly.

"The disciple is stupid... unable to remember the sword skills taught by the senior brother, so he brought a pen and paper to record it..."

Hearing this, Yan Qinghong sized up the disciple in front of him, stretched out his hand and said, "Show me what you drew."

The disciple quietly looked at Yan Qinghong's expression, seeing that his attitude was very firm, he didn't dare to disobey, took out a stack of papers from his bosom, held them in both hands and handed them over.

Yan Qinghong took over and turned over two pages, all of which were sketched in three or two strokes, but very vividly, what was depicted was Chenhuang's most basic Wuke sword technique.

After Yan Qinghong looked at it, he turned his eyes to the disciple standing in front of him with his head bowed and asked, "What's your name?"

"The disciple's name is Qiliu..."

"Qi Liu." Yan Qinghong recited this uncharacteristic name, and said again: "Raise your head."

Qi Liu raised her head obediently, but she still didn't dare to look directly at Yan Qinghong, so she turned her eyes to the distance.

But Yan Qinghong was stunned when he saw Qi Liu's appearance clearly. The finger-sized red lotus imprint under the corner of his right eye was so red that it could drip blood. He had seen such an imprint in another place, in the Blood Lotus Hall On Yaohuang Weiyin's body, in the same position.

Yan Qinghong couldn't help raising his hand to caress the red lotus mark on Qi Liu's eyes, and after confirming that it wasn't painted on, he asked: "Is this mark born?"

Qi Liu replied: "Return to the master... The disciple doesn't know..."

"Why."

"The disciple is an orphan. He has been a disciple of the sect since he can remember. I don't know if this is born with..."

"Who took your name from?"

"It was taken by Senior Brother Shuangchi."

"From now on, you will be called Wei Yin, follow me." Yan Qinghong turned around after saying that.

Wei Yin, whose name had just been changed, said: "But the master, the disciple hasn't finished cleaning the ink marks, so he can't leave."

When Yan Qinghong heard this, he turned his head and said, "You have already cleaned up the ink marks."

Weiyin lowered his head and found that the bucket beside him was gone, and the bluestone bricks on the ground were clean, indistinguishable from those next to him, so he couldn't help looking at Yan Qinghong in surprise.

"Also, you will be my apprentice from now on, you must call me master." Yan Qinghong said coldly.

"Master...Master..." Weiyin shouted unaccustomedly, his tongue clumsily tied: "Where does the master want the disciple to go?"

"The Hall of Consciousness." Yan Qinghong summoned the Huayue Sword, held Wei Yin's collar to let him stand on the sword, and then jumped on Huayue, with the seal of the sword on his right hand and flew to the Hall of Consciousness.

Unsurprisingly, outside the gate of the Hall of Consciousness gathered a few unyielding elders, their eyes were straightened when they saw Yan Qinghong's figure.

"Master!"

"Junior Brother Qinghong."

"Senior brother in charge."

"Nephew!"

"Master!"

Several voices sounded at the same time, and then rushed towards Yan Qinghong together.

When they were five steps away, several elders stopped at the same time, looked at Wei Yin beside Yan Qinghong and asked together: "Who is this?"

Yan Qinghong replied indifferently: "His name is Wei Yin."

Weiyin saluted and said: "Disciple Weiyin, I have met several elders."

"Wei Yin?" Feng Xi was the first to say, "If I heard correctly and remembered correctly, isn't that the name of Demon Emperor Jiang Yan?"

Yan Qinghong sneered and replied: "But it just happens to have the same name, so what's so strange about it?"

Not because he didn't dare to say more, he stood quietly and listened.

Feng Xi was stunned, and Zhang Zi who was on the side stepped forward and said, "Senior brother, you took him to the Zhiyi Hall, are you planning to accept him as an apprentice?"

Yan Qinghong asked back: "Is it not possible?"

Seeing Zhang Zi looked at Wei Yin, he said: "It must be something special to be able to catch your eyes, but as the head of Wei Lun Chen Huang, the matter of accepting apprentices is the most important thing, I hope you will consider it carefully, and don't do it again." mess."

"You are urging me to accept disciples every day, and now that you have accepted one, you are urging me to think carefully. What do you think of me?"

Cui Ying coughed and said: "Martial nephew, we are the most aware of your temperament, and we are only for you, for the Chenhuang lineage."

Fu Yuyang also took a step forward and said, "We can't turn a blind eye to what you've done, and please forgive me."

Wu Xuan sighed heavily beside him and said, "Yes, yes, I think what they said makes sense."

"I have my own discretion in this matter, you don't need to say more." After Yan Qinghong finished speaking, he planned to leave with Wei Yin.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader..." Seeing that Zhang Zi wanted to say something more, Feng Xi raised his hand to stop him and said, "You are Chenhuang's Sect Leader, how can you accept only one apprentice, we have been waiting for you for so long On this day, I picked a few smart children to let you pass by, and if it is suitable, I will stay under your sect, is it wrong to do so?"

Yan Qinghong replied mercilessly: "If you really think that my lack of virtue is not enough to take on the important task of being the head of the sect, I can give up this position and let those who are capable take it."

"Brother Sect Leader, we don't mean that." Jian Zhangzi frowned and defended.

Yan Qinghong slightly turned his head to look at the few people behind him, not intending to continue entanglement with them, and left with Wei Yin's collar, leaving only