Seeking HE in the BE world

Last night, 1984 unshackled Lin Ji-nian's wrists and let him control himself.

In a hurry today, Lin Jinian simply forgot about it.

"Master?" Wen Zigui looked at him sharply, and said dangerously, "Aren't you going to explain?"

Lin Jinian glanced sideways at the iron chain, and Yun Xueshan's long sleeves were hung over his waist, "Explain what?"

He was still worried about Wen Zigui's injury.

The mouthful of blood that was spit out just now seems to be seriously injured.

It's just that, among their many brothers and sisters, Wen Zigui has the highest cultivation level.

Moreover, his mother is a saintess of the witch clan, so Wen Zigui has half of the witch blood in his body.

"Explain what?" Wen Zigui's lips extended into a smile, and he turned over worried, and was very close to Lin Jinian, "Since you can untie the shackles of this iron chain, why don't you escape." He paused, following Lin Jinian's words She moved her cheek to her ear, and said in a low voice, "It's still said that the master left the apprentice reluctantly."

When he heard that Zigui killed his father and brother, his blood stained Bai Xue in the entire imperial city red.

Yun Wudu got the news, and when he went again, Wen Zigui was already red-eyed.

He couldn't believe that it was his well-behaved and sensible apprentice.

"Wen Zigui," he said with a long sword in his hand, his face sinking like water, "you did all these good things?"

Wen Zigui came back to his senses when he saw the cloud and snow gown. He was covered in blood, and he glanced at the sword in his hand for a moment in a daze.

"Master, I..." His long eyelashes were slightly wet, and his black eyes were full of grievances, but that emotion only lasted for a moment. After a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, and said wildly, "It's me, you Didn't you see it all?"

When he said this, his voice was not loud, but he was extremely cruel/bloodthirsty.

"evil creature!"

Yun Wudu didn't expect that he would admit it himself, and he didn't even have the slightest repentance, so he was instantly furious.

The wind surrounded him in an instant, and his hair fluttered in an instant. Holding the long sword in his hand, he stabbed at Wen Zigui.

However, Wen Zigui stood where he was, with a smile on his face, and did not hide.

After all, this is Yun Wudu's favorite little apprentice, and he couldn't be cruel, the long sword was left in front of Wen Zigui's neck, and the sharp blade cut his skin, Yun Wudu was very disappointed: "Why, Give me a reason."

Wen Zigui's neck was seeping blood, but he looked at Yun Wudu calmly as if he didn't feel any pain.

He just said: "Who doesn't want to be the co-lord of the world. The old emperor has been in power for such a long time, so it's time for him to change." He stared into Yun Wudu's eyes, and turned his head to see his reaction, " Master, as long as you are willing, this disciple is willing to share this country with you."

Yun Wudu looked at him in disbelief, then turned his head to look at the corpse lying on the ground, his fingers turned white, but he still couldn't let go.

After a while, he closed his eyes helplessly, and said coldly: "Get out, from now on, I will never confiscate you as an apprentice again."

Wen Zigui, who had been smiling all the time, changed his expression. He stared at Yun Wudu's side face, and asked, "What did you say?"

Blood mist appeared in his eyes, and he was unconscious.

No.

Absolutely not.

He can endure everyone's cursing, fear and even disgust, but this person does not include his master.

After regaining consciousness again, his master was tied into a cave in the back mountain by him wearing only a white undershirt.

He raised his eyes in shock, and met a pair of deep eyes full of disgust.

……

Ah.

Thinking of this, Wen Zigui laughed at himself.

Master hates him so much, how could he stay on his own initiative.

Lin Jinian didn't answer his question just now, instead he stepped on the moss and walked under the stone gate. He found that the people behind him hadn't moved yet, and he turned his head in doubt, "Why don't you leave?"

Wen Zigui looked at his back, didn't react for a while, and asked in a daze, "Where are you going?"

The clouds and mist were lingering, and the sun's rays passed through the clouds, leaving a ray of light on Shimen.

There are tiny little ministers floating in the light.

"Why, are you injured in the brain?" Lin Ji Nian glanced at him and said softly, "Didn't yesterday say that today is your enthronement ceremony?"

Wen Zigui was still standing in the cave in a daze, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

Lin Jinian had already stepped out of the stone gate.

Wen Zigui was still doubting himself, he reached out and pinched his arm.

Not dreaming.

His master volunteered to participate?

Does this mean he has forgiven me?

A piece of pines and waves, white mist into clouds.

Lin Jinian walked out of the stone gate and found himself on top of a mountain.He took a deep breath, and felt that the aura of this place was overwhelming, and it was very suitable for cultivators.

The corner of his lips curled up,

Pretty good at finding a place.

Wen Zigui followed and stood aside.It's just that now his master finally gave him a good face, but he was inexplicably scared, and he didn't dare to stand too close to Yunwudu.

"How is the injury?" Lin Jinian asked quietly, looking at the clouds in the distance.

Wen Zigui tilted his head, and said with a complicated expression: "It's nothing." He endured it for a while, "Master... are you really going?"

After all, the word "Master" could not be called out.

When Yun Wudu said to fuck off with a cold face, he could still pinch his chin and kiss him.

Say it once, kiss it once.

But now, the master has returned to his original appearance, his eyes no longer have any disgust, and he is suddenly afraid.

He is afraid of losing and recovering and losing again.

"Otherwise?" Lin Jinian tilted his head slightly, seeing that his lips were not so pale now, he breathed a sigh of relief, he looked down the mountain, and asked, "Where are your senior brothers?"

Hearing this, Wen Zigui's eyelashes trembled, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Go back to Qingmo Mountain."

The mountain road is rugged.

"Brother, let's go back to Qingmoshen Mountain like this, Master respects him..." A young man in a white Taoist robe said a little worriedly.

The other older man thought for a while, and said, "No, you can't go back like this." He frowned, and said calmly, "Today is the enthronement ceremony for the master—that man, let's go to the imperial capital."

The two are the disciples of Yun Wudu.

The boy is currently the youngest disciple, named Qian Ling.

Another name is Fengyu.

"But... little brother," Qian Ling's hair was meticulously combed and tied on the top of his head, fixed with a hairpin, exposing his smooth forehead, "He received a slap from senior brother, and he seems to have suffered a serious injury."

I heard the worried tone in his words.

Feng Yu raised his hand and tapped on Qian Ling's head, "You still call him junior brother! Master is still locked up by him now."

"Oh," Qian Ling felt a pain in his head, and clapped his head, "He dare not really hurt Master."

Feng Yu stopped and looked at him: "Then it's time to go or not."

Qian Ling rubbed his head, and said decisively: "Go. Brother, wait for me, I'm wrong, can't you?"

Enthronement ceremony.

The two sides of Huangcheng Street were packed shoulder to shoulder, and the people stood on both sides. They all had serious faces, as if they were mourning concubine, and they came to participate in the emperor's enthronement ceremony.

Of course not voluntary.

It's not because they are afraid that this stupid king will make trouble for them, but he is a person who dares to kill his own father.

The streets were silent, and a needle could be heard.

No one dared to speak.

It wasn't until the national teacher came out that there was a burst of noisy discussion.

"Isn't that our national teacher?"

Lin Jinian was dressed in snowy white clothes, with black hair draped over his body. Just at that one stop, there was an air of otherworldly and otherworldly things.

Yun Wudu has always been sought after by the people in the imperial city.

"The national teacher actually came to participate in the tyrant's enthronement ceremony."

"Of course, after all, the tyrant is Yun Wudu's favorite junior."

"Why do I look at them so... they don't look like masters and apprentices."

Lin Jinian listened to the words below: "..."

so obvious?

Of course we can't be master and apprentice all the time, he thought amusedly.

Seeing that the two sides of the street were about to boil, Wen Zigui glanced indifferently, and the faces of the people turned ashen, and they shut their chewing mouths instantly.

But who knows, there are always a few people who don't have long eyes.

"The national teacher was captured by the tyrant! Let our national teacher go."

Someone in the crowd booed.

Now that someone started, the crowd boiled again.

"Let go of our national teacher!"

"Let go of our national teacher!"

The people shouted towards the stage, relying on their own number of people to be confident.

Wen Zigui sat on the high seat, his eyes narrowed, his voice was frozen, and he said majesticly and indifferently: "Shut up."

No one listened.

Qian Ling emerged from the crowd.

He was assigned a task by his senior brother, and he was responsible for arousing the emotions of the people.

He whispered: "Great Demon King, let our national teacher go."

The surrounding Imperial Forest Army ran over from row to row.

Feng Yu took the opportunity to quickly step onto the high platform, while the white Taoist robe was tumbling, he grabbed Lin Jinian's arm and said eagerly: "Master, let's go!"

All this happened in an instant, before Lin Jinian could react, he was grabbed by the cuff of his sleeve, and he flew off the stage as soon as he saw it.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yu couldn't move it no matter what.

He looked back suspiciously, only to find a slender white hand with distinct bones, and looking up, the owner of that hand was staring at him indifferently with dark eyes.

It was Wen Zigui.

Master's...hand was grabbed by Wen Zigui.

Feng Yu frowned, looking down at Yun Wudu's tightly grasped hand, a subtle feeling emerged leisurely.

But couldn't grasp what it was.

Wen Zigui's face was gloomy, and his tone did not fluctuate: "Master is mine, where are you going to take him?"

Feng Yu didn't let go, and said angrily: "You bastard, don't touch Shizun with your dirty hands, let Shizun go."

Wen Zigui didn't let go, and didn't even look at Feng Yu. He stared at Lin Jinian and asked calmly, "Master, do you want to go with him?"

Feng Yu: "Nonsense, is Master still following you, a beastly creature like you?"

Lin Jinian turned to look at Wen Zigui, keenly aware of the blood mist hidden in his calm eyes.