overthrow the chief

Murong Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and lowered his eyes to look at the dark piping of Chu Ting's robe. His long and dense eyelashes covered his amber eyes, and also concealed the emotions in them.Chu Ting looked at him and waited for him to reply, and Murong Yan really slowly uttered a sentence: "This disciple is reckless, please master to punish!"

"You..." Chu Ting suddenly felt a headache. His apprentices were all good and seldom made mistakes. This directly led to Murong Yan being so disobedient when he found out that he couldn't think of how to punish him for a while.

But no matter what, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw he practiced must have made a mistake.When the group returned to the inn, Chu Ting asked the other two apprentices to move freely, and brought Murong Yan back to the room. Once they entered the door, they questioned him carefully, asking him what was going on.

Murong Yan didn't talk about the cause and effect, but only said that he was happy to see Lie Xin, coveted exquisite martial arts, unknowingly disobeyed the master's order, and involuntarily practiced all the kung fu on the nine-yin white bone claws.As Chu Ting guessed, Jiuyin White Bone Claw had already reached the third level after he had just started the Soul Constipation Dafa.

"It's just..." Murong Yan said indifferently: "When I reached the second level, I felt my meridians were stagnant. Later, my heart and demons became chaotic, and I couldn't control it..."

Chu Ting paced back and forth in the room, thinking about the key points.He was not an orthodox martial arts student in the first place, and he was able to become a master of the rivers and lakes now because he had a system plug-in in his hand, so he was naturally not as good as those with profound theoretical knowledge.And the kung fu of Jiuyin White Bone Claw is really evil.None of the people who got this skill back then could learn it correctly.

Mei Chaofeng and Chen Xuanfeng and his wife only got the second half of the moves and speculated wildly, thinking that "destroy the enemy's leader" is to drill five big holes in other people's foreheads.Later, Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei School, also practiced this kung fu for quick success. Although he won the title of the best martial arts in the world, he was defeated by the most pure kung fu descendants of the ancient tomb because of his wrong practice.

And the method of dementing souls is even more weird and inexplicable, which can absorb other people's skills and souls.The power of absorbing people is just like the Dafa of absorbing stars or the magic of Beiming, while the soul refers to the divine consciousness, which can confuse people's minds, similar to hypnotic control of BUG magic.

It's just that this method of instigating souls will not be successful for people with strong willpower.There are still many restrictions, and it is not an easy exercise to learn.Moreover, once there is a slight mistake, it will end in obsession.The reason why Chu Ting did not allow Murong Yan to study the Nine Yin White Bone Claws and Soul Absorbing Dafa was precisely because of these considerations.

Murong Yan didn't speak anymore, the room became quiet in an instant, only the sound of Chu Ting's light footsteps, he frowned and thought about it, and he said first: "Let me ask you, why do you want to learn the Soul-hunting Dafa?"

Murong Yan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and as soon as he raised his head, Chu Ting waved his hands and added: "Don't say anything involuntarily, if you can't even control this thought, then it's too wrong for me to accept you as an apprentice. Five You have been diligent in practicing martial arts over the past few years, and you have worked harder than anyone else. I saw it in my eyes and remembered it in my heart. I only thought you were hardworking. Now, it seems that there must be other reasons, right?"

He stopped and stood face to face with Murong Yan, his eyes were burning, and he was a bit firm and solemn: "Yan'er, do you think that my master... can't know those things?"

Murong Yan remained silent, Chu Ting fixedly looked at him, waited quietly for a while, but still did not see his answer, a bit of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and his heart felt a little sour for some reason.

He tried his best to smile, and said with a self-deprecating tone: "Forget it, it's really a prudent thing for you. Maybe... maybe you have other considerations..."

But no matter how much he tried to find reasons for him, Chu Ting felt as if he had been poured cold water in the winter, his enthusiasm disappeared without a trace, and his whole head was empty, completely devoid of reason.He concealed his disappointment, looked out of the window, and found that the time passed quickly, the two of them stayed in the room for a while, and it was already evening.

Twilight fell and the room darkened.The young man remained silent, his silhouette slightly darker than others could still be clearly discerned, he finally opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse: "Master..."

Chu Ting didn't hear right, turned his head to look around, and saw Murong Yan closed his eyes, his face seemed to be crying but not smiling, obviously his mood fluctuated violently and he couldn't restrain himself.Chu Ting's heart trembled, but suddenly he didn't want to listen anymore.

He couldn't control himself anymore, he took a step forward, put his hand lightly on the young man's shoulder, and said calmly: "Master doesn't want to force you either, if you don't want to say it, don't say it, don't... force yourself."

"I know you're carrying too much..." Chu Ting continued hesitantly: "It's just... if you really feel that it's too hard, you can come and talk to Master... just talking... this is also... a kind of relief The method of pressure. Rigidity is very easy to break, and the human strings should not be stretched too tightly."

He was in a trance state of being a parent, and felt that he had done something wrong.The body covered by the palm was warm, but gradually began to tremble slightly. It was the trembling that the young man was trying to suppress himself, so it was difficult to completely suppress it.

Murong Yan slowly opened those amber eyes, this time filled with tenderness, his face was still expressionless, but Chu Ting seemed to see a smile.He couldn't help laughing too, and messed up the boy's hair like he had done many times.

"Really...Do all the apprentices make the master so worried?" He pretended not to care and told him casually: "You can't practice the soul-stirring method any more. Nine Yin White Bone Claws... let's put it down for now." He chuckled softly: "Taiqing swordsmanship is enough for you. It is the foundation of our sect... This time the martial arts conference, you must have the opportunity to appear."

He said half in jest and half in whispers of elders: "I'm afraid our Taiqing faction will attract many heroines by then!"

After all, he was still a boy, but Murong Yan's face flushed slightly, which was very rare.He seemed to think of something again, he hesitated to speak, when suddenly familiar footsteps came from outside the door, Xuan Lun stood still at the door, knocked on the door and asked in a low voice: "Master? Third Junior Brother? It's time for dinner."

The dead are like husbands, and they don't want to give up three meals.Chu Ting rubbed his belly subconsciously, and was about to open the door immediately, but Murong Yan turned sideways, just in time for Chu Ting to see the rare hesitation on his face.

"What's wrong?" Chu Ting lowered his voice and became curious.My apprentice has always been indifferent on the outside and courageous on the inside, rarely indecisive.

"Master..." Murong Yan called out in a low voice, and the deep voice slowly echoed in Chu Ting's ears: "I didn't mean to hide it, I'm coming back tonight..."

Chu Ting was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "What's the matter, as long as you want to chat, Master is always here to accompany you."

Having said that, Chu Ting was not as focused on this dinner as before, but had many thoughts circling in his mind, and he even started to wonder what Murong Yan would say to him?Or, what happened to Murong Yan?

In fact, he also knew the general outline of what happened five years ago.This is due to the memory of his original owner brought by this body. Chu Ting is not a person who knows the surrounding news very well, but he should know very clearly about the major events that affect the world.

When I first met Murong Yan, I was both surprised and delighted. What surprised me was his temperament and appearance. What pleased me was that his talent and beauty met the standards. I thought that I could be accepted as an apprentice to complete the system tasks. Seeing Murong Yan again, I was vague Aware of the extraordinary things in him, he repeatedly encouraged himself to accept this apprentice; the revelation of his life experience by a jade pendant five years ago shocked him, and at the same time, he felt sympathy for what happened to this young man.

Reminiscent of Murong's surname, his so-called uncle's previous experience... Chu Ting sighed slightly, but after dinner, seeing that Murong Yan had no intention of telling, he washed up under the service of his disciples and went directly to bed, thinking about it again , moved his body, and lay down on the bed.

Like him, the boy was only wearing his middle coat, and lay down beside him.This is the second time the two of them slept together in the same bed, compared to the first time, it was Chu Ting who took the initiative and sighed a little.

In the stillness of the night, Chu Ting kept his eyes open at first, but later became drowsy due to the relaxation of his body. Murong Yan's breathing was steady all the time, but he didn't appear to be falling asleep.Chu Ting waited for a while, looking out the window at the willow branches in the moonlight, he felt like yawning, so Murong Yan hesitated, and called him again.

"...Master?"

Chu Ting immediately cheered up and replied, "I'm here."

Murong Yan seemed to be relieved, but there was a new atmosphere in the air.He began to speak calmly. "Tu'er's surname is Murong, and he is... a descendant of the Murong clan in the Yan State of the Great Xuan Empire."

Regarding this point, Chu Ting learned about it from the jade pendant.He nodded in the dark, and then remembered that he hadn't turned on the lamp, so he made another sound, "Mmm".

The first sentence was said, so the next words followed suit.The young man's tone was calm and composed, and he was talking about an irrelevant stranger in a trance: "Five years ago, a martial artist from the Daxuan Empire visited my... father. I was not there at the time, and I don't know what the meeting was about. ...It seems that there is a conspiracy."

"Since then, the border has become restless one after another. The Huns invaded frequently, but it was more frequent during that time. The people suffered, and the father and king could not sleep and eat, so they were forced to invite those martial arts people again. , and in the end...they broke up again on bad terms."

"After one month..." Murong Yan only spoke half of this sentence, and he had already reached the most important part. He seemed to be trying to endure something, and then paused.The dim moonlight shone into the room, and Chu Ting could see the fine beads of sweat on the young man's forehead and the pain in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to pat the boy's shoulder again, but failed because both of them were lying on their backs, so he paused in mid-air, then covered the boy's cold hand, and patted him soothingly. shoot.

As if Murong Yan didn't realize it, he continued: "One month later, when the soldiers approached the city, my father sent people to the border of the Daxuan Empire to ask for help, but they couldn't wait...I was trapped for a whole five months, and I ran out of ammunition and food...The old and the weak The sick and disabled, all died of illness and starvation... none of the young and strong soldiers survived..."

"It was...it was summer..." The young man uttered the shocking truth with a hint of trembling, his pupils contracted abnormally subconsciously: "The city was full of rotting corpses, and then the disease was rampant, even the Huns refused to enter the city again Looting, only a large army held the formation and stood ten miles away. Until...there was no living thing in the city...it turned into a dead place...an empty city without any sound..."

Something in his eyes flashed away in the thick night.Chu Ting suddenly straightened his upper body, and blurted out an exclamation, interrupting his narration——

"say no more!"

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Cough, is this considered... abuse?