My master is obedient and soft

In a trance, Zheqing had a dream.

In the dream, I don't know where it was, but it was all covered with blood. Wen Yuan stood in a pool of blood, with a sad expression, stretched out his hand to him, and said, "Zheqing, I'm sorry."

Zheqing walked towards him and stretched out his hand, but Wen Yuan kept retreating.

"Zheqing, I'm sorry."

"Zheqing."

"Sorry……"

……

"what!"

Zheqing suddenly woke up from the dream, dripping with cold sweat, soaking his clothes.

He held onto his forehead helplessly, his chest was heaving up and down violently, he opened his eyes after a while, seeing a familiar look, he returned to the Nightmare Realm, and was lying in the bedroom at this time.

There were footsteps coming towards him, Zheqing turned his head and glanced, it was Lue, the little maid who had been taking care of him.

Lue put down the things in her hands, and wanted to serve him to wash.

Zheqing said, "No need, I'll do it myself," then asked her, "Why am I here?"

His last memory is in the Huanshui Pavilion in the Immortal World, where Wen Yuan forced him into a place filled with good memories of the past between him and Wen Yuan.

Lue said: "It was the Lord who sent you back."

Zheqing nodded, indicating that he knew, "Where's Wen Yuan?"

Lue shook her head, "I don't know where the lord has gone, and I haven't seen you since he sent you back."

Zheqing frowned, disappeared again?

"Has he acted abnormally?" Zheqing asked.

Lue thought about it carefully, and said honestly: "It seems that there is no... other slaves don't know about it either."

"Understood, you go down."

When Lue left, he looked at Zheqing worriedly. The handsome young man who used to look like a banished fairy is now weak and trapped in the mattress. He even had a low-grade fever last night. He just got better this morning, but since the lord sent him When I brought it back, I ignored it and didn't even look at it.

Speaking of which, when Venerable Lord brought Xianjun back, Xianjun seemed to be in a coma, and was held by Venerable Master the whole time, without consciousness.

Lue didn't dare to guess what happened, she felt that the Lord seemed a little different from before, that feeling was very strange and scary, and she couldn't say it.

It took a while after Lue left before Zheqing tried to get up from the bed.

As soon as he moved, an unspeakable pain suddenly came from somewhere in his body, and those unbearable memories of that night flooded into his mind instantly, he bit his lip and stood up forcefully.

His legs were weak, Zheqing walked slowly while supporting the wall, his body was still sticky and his clothes were still the same as before.

It wasn't until the whole body was soaked in hot water that Zheqing felt more comfortable. He gritted his teeth, and finally could only kneel down in shame and clean himself up.

The pain in the body was not as good as the pain in the heart, and Wen Yuan was not even seen afterwards.

I can't describe this feeling, Zheqing is not a girl's family, and he doesn't pay much attention to the first time, he is not a coy person, but the object is Wen Yuan, he still feels wronged and sad after all.

What worried him even more was that Wen Yuan disappeared again.

Zheqing tidied himself up slowly before leaving the bedroom door. He wanted to go to the meeting hall first to see if he could find Wen Yuan, but he stopped after walking a few steps.

He treated him like that last night, but now he is nowhere to be found. He still has to worry about him and look for him eagerly.

Zheqing was a little angry and aggrieved thinking...why.

Why should he be bullied like that, and he still has to take the initiative without waiting for an apology or even a figure.

His temper also came up, he hesitated for two steps, and finally planned to go to Lingyin first.

Because while taking a bath, Zheqing suddenly remembered something.

One thing he has never figured out is when Wen Yuan was controlled by Tan Shu.

Even when the two were in the Immortal Realm, they didn't have much contact with each other, and based on Wen Yuan's force value, most people can't get close to him, even if he fights against Tan Shu, he can't be the one who loses.

Why is it that the person controlled by Tanshu is him.

Is it just because of Wen Yuan's high mana?

Zheqing thinks not.Even though Wen Yuan has high mana, he is extremely difficult to control. If Tan Shu wants someone with high mana to use for him, then it stands to reason that he should find someone who is obedient and will not betray him easily, such as Lingshu.

He controls Wen Yuan, if he gets out of control at any time, wouldn't he be causing trouble for himself.

This point is worth pondering, Zheqing has never understood what his motives are.

Tan Shu is an unpredictable person. He hides too deeply and has too many layouts. He is also ruthless, and it is really difficult to deal with.

When he arrived at the side hall where Lingyin was imprisoned, Zheqing was smart this time, and instead of wasting time with the guards, he tapped the Dingshen acupoint while they were not paying attention, and entered the side hall.

Zheqing walked very slowly, his body was still uncomfortable, he slowly sat on the chair after entering the palace gate, Lingyin sat opposite him.

However, just as he was about to speak, Lingyin suddenly signaled him not to be born, then pulled Zheqing's wrist, and tapped his pulse with two fingers.

Lingyin knows some medical skills, which Zheqing knows, and the silver needle that can restore people's sanity in a short time last time is what Guan Lingyin wanted.

"What's wrong?" Zheqing asked.

"I heard that when you came in, your footsteps were weak, and you seemed to have some symptoms. Now it seems..." Ling Yinzhou frowned, turned around to get the small medicine box, and took out a small white porcelain bottle from it.

"what is this?"

Lingyin coughed lightly, as if trying to cover up his embarrassment, and said, "This is for smearing wounds, just twice a day."

Speaking of wounds, Zhe Qing's whole body was covered with wounds... His face turned red uncontrollably.

He hesitated for a while, and finally took the small bottle of medicine and put it in his sleeve, saying: "...Thank you."

Lingyin wanted to say something, but in the end he still didn't open his mouth. It's not easy for outsiders to intervene in other people's feelings. Besides, he didn't expect that Zheqing was really with Wen Yuan.

He let out a long sigh, just felt that good luck made people fool, now he is blind, his former friend and apprentice have become a pair, the fairyland has changed hands, and the three realms were almost destroyed by Tanshu just a few days ago.

It has been spread in the past few days, and even though he is locked up here, it is inevitable to hear what happened.

"By the way, what do you want from me?" Lingyin asked.

Zheqing became serious: "I think I suddenly discovered something, and I want to borrow your Kunlun Secret Mirror."

"Okay," Lingyin said, "What did you find?"

Zheqing then shared his thoughts with Lingyin, "Wen Yuan always goes to kill people in the mortal world in the middle of the night, but acts like a normal person during the day, so I wondered, could it be..."

"Could it be anything?"

Zheqing said: "I thought of the time when I was retreating in the fairy world. That time was the only time I was out of Wen Yuan's sight. It was after that that Wen Yuan suddenly revealed his identity as a demon."

Lingyin nodded: "So you think that Tanshu might have taken advantage of the loophole at that time? It is indeed very possible to say so."

"However," he said, "Didn't I use the Kunlun secret mirror to look at it last time, and Wen Yuan obviously didn't have any abnormalities during the day..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped.

Lingyin turned her head to Zheqing, and Zheqing was also looking at him. Although he was blind, his face suddenly became solemn.

Lingyin said slowly: "So...you suspect it's night?"

Zheqing said, "Yes."

Lingyin suddenly realized something, he nodded, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a breakthrough in the matter, as if a mysterious veil had been torn off.

The Kunlun Secret Mirror took shape in front of him, Lingyin said: "It's not too late, let's start now."

Gradually, the scene from 300 years ago appeared in the Kunlun Secret Mirror with the bronze mirror as the medium.

This time Zheqing didn't want to feel sorry for the past, he held his breath and said, "Let's watch the evening this time."

The picture darkened little by little, the setting sun sank, and gradually even the faint glow of the sky was covered by the horizon.

At this time, his little apprentice Wen Yuan had just had dinner and practiced sword in front of the palace gate for a while before returning to the house alone.

It didn't look any different than usual.

It was getting late, and Wen Yuan didn't blow out the candle until it was completely dark, ready to go to bed and rest.

Wen Yuan was sleeping on the bed under the quilt, and the picture seemed to be still.

Zheqing was suddenly so nervous that his palms became cold, and his heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of his throat.

He suddenly had a strong feeling of being close to the truth.

He stared at the bronze mirror without blinking, for fear of missing a detail.

Just when Zheqing gradually felt hopeless, Wen Yuan in the picture suddenly opened his eyes.

Zheqing stood up abruptly from the chair, and the table was hit by him with a loud bang.

He stared at Wen Yuan, sure enough... Sure enough, he guessed right!This is the time!

Lingyin was taken aback by Zheqing's reaction, and then her tone sank: "It's really at night."

In the picture, Wen Yuan's eyes are wide open. Since the night light is very dark, he can barely see clearly with the moonlight outside the window. Zhe Qing can't see his expression clearly, but he can clearly feel his unusualness.

That way, people who don't know think it's sleepwalking in the middle of the night.

Wen Yuan moved, he got up from the bed, put on his clothes calmly, then transformed the Scarlet Heaven Sword and left the Huanshui Pavilion, and closed the hall door when he left, behaving like a normal person.

Zheqing was about to break out in a cold sweat as he watched this unusual yet extremely strange scene.

Such a familiar action, such a familiar scene, had happened so long ago, and what was even more frightening was that he was unaware of it and knew nothing about it.

Suddenly, an irrepressible regret rose from the bottom of Zheqing's heart: It would be great if I hadn't been so careless, if only I could have realized Wen Yuan's abnormality earlier, even a little bit, it would be great, he should be by his side, such a thing It will not be like this today.

In the picture, Yu Jian, as Wen Yuan expected, flew towards the world.

Like what Zheqing had seen before, he mercilessly killed one mortal after another.

That cold-blooded look was exactly the same as now.