Master regards me as the way of heaven

"What's the matter, Master Uncle?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, we're not talking about this."

"He's much younger than me. Who hasn't been young and frivolous yet?"

Ye Zhiqiu let go of his hand, and took two steps back. He was restless at the moment, and it was hard to calm down. Every whisper around him tore his thoughts, constantly pulling him between reality and memories.

He thought that after all these years, he had already been so calm about the past. Many times, he would even forget that he had a life of failure.

If it wasn't because of the torment of this matter, if it wasn't related to Dan Yunzi, how could I have such a splitting headache.

"It's just a casual cultivator with a golden core, heh, he still thinks that he came to our clan to be the ancestor of the golden core."

"Lang Jun, be careful, don't provoke him to explode his golden core, or even damage our alchemy furnace."

"Self-explosion?" The strange man's stern voice was still whistling in his ears, "He must be able to break this sleepy spirit spell...Idiot...garbage...you blow it up if you have the ability!"

Damn!

If he was allowed to see this person again, he would have to pay back the pain tenfold!

The low-level disciples in the alchemy room were still whispering, a young male cultivator pulled the people around him and laughed in a low voice: "The personal disciples are nothing more than that, apart from being handsome, what skills do they have? It will fry the furnace when it comes.”

"Shut up!" Ye Zhiqiu yelled, and everyone fell silent like a frightened bird. He pointed at the broken-mouthed male cultivator and said, "You, repeat what you just said."

The man pointed to himself and after confirming, he stood up and obviously suppressed his smile, and said, "Master and uncle have a graceful temperament and a kind person, and my disciple worships him."

"Speaking disrespectful to the elders, full of lies, go to Guiyifeng to receive the punishment," Ye Zhiqiu saw that this person still wanted to defend, and immediately turned cold, and said to Zhang Xuanhe, "What crime should the person who refuses to obey the discipline be guilty of speaking out and the evidence is solid? "

Zhang Xuanhe quickly winked at the ignorant disciple, and said: "Uncle Ye punished you to go to Gui Yifeng to confess the crime, which is already light. If you still don't know how to advance or retreat, do you want to be expelled from Yunzhong Peak?"

The past is hard to calculate, but right now, since Ye Zhiqiu is the elder of Yun Zhongfeng, no one else will look down on him because of his seniority.

Fortunately, they were not allowed to practice alchemy on this day, but to conduct theoretical teaching according to the level of the alchemist.

Ye Zhiqiu really wasn't mentally prepared to ignite the alchemy furnace. If he tried his best, it might really blow up the furnace like a joke.

When he returned to his residence in the afternoon, he took out the alchemy furnace and carefully checked the spells inside. After drawing according to the sample, it was just a reconfirmation. This was the last place he stayed before he died.

He tried to throw the fire in his palm into the pill furnace, but he immediately felt a burning pain in his soul. It was fear or resentment after all.

As a result, for many nights after that, he couldn't sleep all night. As long as he fell asleep, the torment of karmic fire refining his soul would be vividly remembered, and it was difficult to calm down even if he was meditating.

If you can't get over this hurdle and just choose to escape or change to an ordinary alchemy furnace, not only will this matter become a demon in your life, but you will also tell countless excuses and lies against your heart.

Today, Ye Zhiqiu tried to light a fire in his palm again, and tried to put his hand into the depths of the alchemy furnace, but just thinking about it made him break out in cold sweat.

He struggled in his heart, why couldn't he think about becoming an alchemist?Do you really think that you can stand up wherever you fall?

"Zhiqiu."

Ye Zhiqiu heard a familiar voice, and before he turned his head, someone pulled his hand out. Someone came to extinguish the fire in his palm, and he said nervously, "Are you going to roast yourself or do you all cultivate like this?" of?"

"Why are you here?" Ye Zhiqiu looked at Ye You, whom he hadn't seen for a while, and saw that the man's spirit was a little different from the past, with a golden crown on his head, a blue dress from Lingyun Peak, and a high-grade spiritual sword in his hand. It can be said that the spring breeze is in full swing, and the youth is at the right time.

If it wasn't for Yiyi talking to him, there would still be some childish wording and demeanor, and he really wanted to remind himself not to treat him as a junior anymore.

"Can I do it if I don't come?" Ye Youla sat aside, took a piece of cloth casually and covered the alchemy furnace with disgust, and when he returned to Ye Zhiqiu's side, he looked away with concern. With wet hair, he said, "Zhiqiu, I've never seen you like this, I'm afraid it's not because of the hard work of alchemy cultivation?"

"I..." Ye Zhiqiu has never set foot in the alchemy furnace since the alchemy course needed to use it. If he doesn't overcome his inner demons, it may be difficult to make progress. His eyes are dark and he looks at Ye You with a tired face. , Said, "I had a terrible dream. In the dream, I was thrown into the alchemy furnace. I was burned by the fire of karma, and my flesh and bones were melted. Even my soul suffered endless torture."

His eyes fell on his slightly trembling hands, and his voice was even weaker: "It was really a long torture. I thought I was strong enough and capable of saving myself, but I, with my willpower, It just made the torture last longer."

Speaking out the repressed memories in his heart, Ye Zhiqiu seemed to feel better.

"It's just a dream, Zhiqiu. If you had me in your dream, such a thing would never happen." Ye You saw that his face was better, and persuaded him gently: "Otherwise, we won't make alchemy anymore, I will find you a new one." Furnace too?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled, got up and went to the table to pour a cup of tea for Ye You, just as the teacup was handed to the other party, he saw Xue Po stretched out his claws around Ye You's neck, the little guy's aggrieved eyes He cleverly touched the soft spot in his heart, he raised his hand and scratched Xue Po's head, and when he lowered his head for a moment, he saw Ye You holding the teacup in one hand, but the other hand was hanging between the two of them.

Ye Zhiqiu withdrew his gaze, stepped aside and sat down, and asked, "You came to see me today, did you have something to do?"

"I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do?" Seeing his tired expression, Ye You stopped joking and only sipped his mouth tea and said, "After I went back to the residence of the main peak that day, you had already left, it's really a good thing Ruthless, you didn't say goodbye to me. Now that I'm free, I came to visit you. I wanted to say that you Danxiu are doing well..."

Ye Zhiqiu took a look at his living environment, it was indeed good, but his state of mind had nothing to do with external things, since the other party came to visit him, he should cheer up.

"You were taken away by the head of the sect that day. I, a poor fellow, naturally want to go to the master by myself." Ye Zhiqiu joked.

"But didn't your master care about you?" Ye You knew that he had slipped his words, put down his teacup and put the newly obtained spirit sword across his chest, and said loudly, "Whatever his nightmare is, if you still like to be an alchemist, I am determined to become the most powerful sword cultivator, whoever dares to throw you into the alchemy furnace, I will chop his soul into pieces."

It is hard for Ye Zhiqiu to judge whether the soul is gradually refined or chopped into pieces, which is more painful. He has regained his new life. If he meets an enemy, he is also a little confused about what he wants to do, but giving up is really too difficult for Ye Zhiqiu. up.

Ye You talked in front of him for a long time again, maybe it was because of years of habit, but listening to the nagging in his ear every day in the past really distracted him a bit.

It wasn't until Ye Zhiqiu was so sleepy that he couldn't help yawning for the third time that Ye You left reluctantly.

But as soon as the person left, the empty room and the covered alchemy stove attracted Ye Zhiqiu's attention again. After all, it was an insurmountable inner demon, and he really didn't know how to get rid of it other than continuing to smash at the alchemy stove.

Ye Zhiqiu had a whim, if he couldn't adapt to something, he might as well enlarge it and accept the details bit by bit.

While chanting the incantation to change the size of the pill furnace, he dozed off uncontrollably, his head approaching the pill furnace little by little...

"careful!"

Ye Zhiqiu's forehead suddenly bumped into a warm palm, and the other person gently supported his shoulders, and pulled him into his arms. Seeing him leaning against him weakly, his voice became softer, and he asked: " Are you using the alchemy furnace to demolish the house?"

"The fire in the pill furnace is so hot, it hurts me..." Ye Zhiqiu was extremely sleepy, and he didn't know what he was talking about, so he murmured pitifully, "No one will save me, I'm afraid... "

Seeing that he couldn't wake up, the man sighed helplessly, picked him up and put him on the bed, and while covering him with the quilt, he looked carefully at his eyebrows and eyes, and touched the center of his eyebrows with two fingers. After shining, seeing his brow stretched and sleeping, he whispered softly: "Who are you?"

The next day.

The sun shines through the window on Ye Zhiqiu's recovered face. It's so warm that he doesn't want to open his eyes comfortably. There is a smile on his face unconsciously. Last night he seemed to have a beautiful dream. The person in the dream The warm embrace, the breath is very similar, very similar...

"Rong Yu..." Ye Zhiqiu called softly, woke up from sleep, looked at the place where he was and the bedding, first of all, he was inexplicable, when did he fall asleep?How do you know how to crawl back to bed and cover yourself with the quilt?How could I have such a dream?

"you're awake?"

Ye Zhiqiu heard the voice of the speaker, and immediately sat up and straightened his hair, and said, "I'm sorry, I overslept again."

"It's not that you overslept, it's because you haven't slept for a long time," Rong Yu sat on the side of the bed, took Ye Zhiqiu's hand that finally warmed up, and said, "I used a spell to help you sleep, now It's already past noon, if you don't wake up again, I'm worried that I used too much spell."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at his hand being held, a little dazed at the habitual approach of the other party, and muttered softly, "So it's because of the magic spell, it means that I dreamed that someone hugged me..."

"That's not a dream, I can hold you now." Before he finished speaking, Rong Yu had already pulled Ye Zhiqiu into his arms, but he didn't know why Ye Zhiqiu, who was very cooperative and close last night, was stiff today The ground pestle stood there, motionless.

Is it the posture I hugged today?

Rong Yu tightened his embrace, put his palms on the back of the opponent's head, and let the opponent lean on his shoulder, but this time Ye Zhiqiu seemed to have stopped breathing.

Is it still wrong?

He patted Ye Zhiqiu on the back lightly again, and said, "Zhiqiu, do you feel better like this?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what was better at this moment. He felt that his whole body was burning. It was very hot, but it was not as painful as in the pill furnace. But why did it become so difficult to breathe? Was it because he was hugged so hard? Too tight?

How should I answer myself?

It seems that no answer is right, why not just pretend to be dead...

"I'm not very good at this, if you don't like it, I'll let go." Rong Yu seemed to sense something was wrong, was he too impatient, the second hug in the book didn't seem to pat the back.

"I, I, I..." For the first time, Ye Zhiqiu found that he still stuttered to the point of being speechless. Would he be angry if he said he didn't like the other party?

It seems that there is no dislike...

That is……

"I like."