Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

"Is...he still awake?"

Standing outside the bamboo house, Su Baimu was about to poke his head out to have a look, but was stopped by Fu Yaoye.

"Ah."

Fu Yaoye's shoulder injury has been treated, and he changed into a white dress again. He stood on the steps and supported the railing. When he lowered his eyebrows, his expression was indifferent, a little indifferent and alienated.

Seeing this, Su Baimu couldn't say anything, sighed, and asked again: "Do I have to leave today?"

Fu Yao said at night: "I was expelled from Qingheng Mountain, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

The wind in winter was very harsh, and the bamboo forest was blowing loudly. Fu Yaoye glanced at the forest along the falling bamboo leaves, and then looked away at random.

Su Baimu was silent for a while, then took out several bottles containing pills from his bosom, and said: "Keep these away carefully, let him take them on time."

Seeing that Fu Yaoye put it away carefully, Su Baimu couldn't help but said in a low voice, "Junior Sister Lu..."

"Let me say 'sorry' to you."

Fu Yaoye paid no attention to it, until she was about to turn around and go back to the room, before she said calmly: "She shouldn't apologize to me."

"But I think senior brother will forgive him."

Fu Yaoye closed the door directly, and Su Baimu stayed for a while before leaving.

Before leaving, he passed by the bamboo forest and said in a low voice, "Go back."

The girl leaned her back against the tree trunk to hide her figure, tightly covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

The young man loosened his black hair and fell asleep on the bed.

Fu Yaoye tidied up his things lightly, but in fact he didn't have anything to take. The books on the small bookcase were covered with dust, as if they hadn't been touched for a long time; There were no other sundries; there were several neatly folded blue robes in the closet, and Fu Yaoye was about to close the door when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was still a faint scent of incense on the clean robes, Fu Yaoye opened the clothes, hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand and slowly stroked the wooden partitions of the wardrobe.

His fingertips stayed somewhere, he bent his fingers and tapped lightly twice.

The wooden board was hollow, and when Fu Yaoye opened the partition, he saw the dagger hidden in the inner layer.

The black dagger was short and sharp, and the blade was not as long as Fu Yaoye's palm; it had no scabbard, no decorations or patterns, it was as plain as a knives sold at ordinary stalls.

The only special thing is that the devilish energy above it is neither strong nor weak; it is deliberately wrapped in a gloomy atmosphere, if it is not for Fu Yaoye who can sense the devil's breath, ordinary people can hardly detect it.

Fu Yaoye stood by the closet for a while, took out a few changes of clothes, and closed the closet.

Xiao Jianyuan opened his eyes and found himself on Fu Yaoye's back.

The [-]-step bluestone slabs of Qingheng Mountain are so far away that you can't see the end, and the rocks beside the road are still covered with frost.Xiao Jianyuan's hands and feet were warm, his right hand was bandaged, and his four fingers were wrapped together with cloth strips.

He hadn't formed the alchemy yet, and the sword energy of the Ten Virtues Sword couldn't bear it at all, and now he still felt the fierce sword energy remaining in his body cutting his flesh and bones.

He just moved slightly, and Fu Yaoye noticed it. He just stopped and walked behind his back in silence.

Xiao Jianyuan sighed silently, and asked him softly: "Are you still angry?"

Fu Yaoye carried him firmly on his back, and said in a rather cold tone, "How dare I be angry with senior brother?"

These words were more or less out of anger. After a while, Fu Yaoye said to himself, as if he was speaking to himself: "Senior brother didn't mean to trick me into getting an order, he just wanted to take care of me. It’s all about accountability.”

Xiao Jianyuan couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, there was another sharp pain in his chest, he suppressed the pain without moving, and asked him nonchalantly: "Since you know it so well, why are you going there? "

"Brother thinks that I will really watch you be punished?"

Fu Yaoye recalled the scene when he walked up to the ancestral hall, looking down at the bluestone slab, every step was steady; but some evil thoughts sprouted in his mind uncontrollably, the people on his back couldn't see his change Red pupils.

Xiao Jianyuan's head was very close to him, and every word of Fu Yaoye could be clearly heard in his ears: "I should really..."

Xiao Jianyuan's head was covered with cold sweat from the pain, and he uttered a syllable from his throat vaguely: "Huh?"

"It's okay." Fu Yaoye stopped, rubbed his head sideways on his face, and said softly, "Brother, go to sleep."

Xiao Jianyuan closed his eyes. He didn't feel sleepy at first, but the remaining sword energy was rampaging in his body, which made his whole body ache.

He heard the system ask him: "Why did you lie to the sect that you planted the devil-devouring grass for the protagonist?"

Poor that real Devil-eating Grass, it was smashed into a ball when Fu Yaoye went crazy in the Yundu Realm, and later because of various reasons in the previous life, Fu Yaoye directly destroyed it.

"Xiao Jianyuan, you are a tasker," the mechanically cold voice of the system lost the electrical sound of "stinging, stinging", and it was a serious and rigid voice of a bionic machine: "Don't forget your mission, don't worry about it because of the above." I feel ashamed of him for what happened in my life..."

Xiao Jianyuan said lazily: "If you don't lie to them, then why should I be kicked out with the protagonist?"

"Don't forget your original intention," the system said, "Although the mission is to help the protagonist ascend to become a god, but now it has deviated a lot from the original work, you... you took so many detours... oh, forget it."

The system was only a few words serious, and then began to sigh again.It remembered that Xiao Jianyuan urged the protagonist to cultivate every day at the beginning, and even wanted to feed the protagonist a pill to improve his cultivation...

"It's too late," Xiao Jianyuan said, "It's already bent."

The system was down for a few seconds, and asked: "What did you say? What wan? Is that what I thought it meant?"

Xiao Jianyuan rested his head on Fu Yaoye's shoulder and ignored it.