Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

System: [The task is completed, congratulations to the tasker for successfully completing the task. 】

Xiao Jianyuan:?

He opened his eyes and got up abruptly, and fell back again from the pain in his heart: "It hurts! It's even more ruthless than Cang Shuyue's attack!"

Xiao Jianyuan was stunned staring at the familiar bed curtain above his head.

"I... I'm not dead?"

Su Baimu was standing beside the bed holding a bowl of black medicine. When he saw him open his eyes, he was taken aback for a moment, and then rushed up with tears in his eyes: "You finally woke up! Hurry up, you can still catch up with this bowl of medicine, drink it quickly." gone."

Xiao Jianyuan was in so much pain that he didn't dare to move, he was poured down the bowl of medicine in a daze, his face wrinkled in pain, he opened his mouth and asked, "Where's Fu Yaoye?"

Su Baimu's expression was more complex than the expression he had just finished drinking the medicine: "Well, he has ascended..."

Xiao Jianyuan spoke first, and quickly said: "I know he has reached the Ascension Realm, and now he..."

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly thought of what Yan Li said, his heart sank, and he murmured: "Ascension to the upper realm?"

"He's not coming back?"

So, what am I still doing in this world?

Xiao Jianyuan's face suddenly turned ashen.

"...Eh, no, this matter is a bit complicated," Su Baimu brought some plasters to change his wounds: "Isn't Fu Yaoye a demon cultivator, although he killed the demon master, but—"

Xiao Jianyuan remained motionless, and let Su Baimu give him the medicine in a daze.

Fu Yaoye pushed the door open and entered just to see this scene.

He frowned calmly, stepped forward a few steps and said softly: "Let me give the medicine to senior brother."

Su Baimu handed him the ointment tremblingly, and ran out without looking back.

Xiao Jianyuan: "..."

Fu Yaoye lifted his shirt, spread the ointment evenly on Xiao Jianyuan's chest, and moved cautiously: "Does it hurt?"

Only then did Xiao Jianyuan shake his head, subconsciously shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt..." Fu Yaoye repeated his words in a low voice, and suddenly grabbed Xiao Jianyuan's hand and pressed it to his heart, his voice was hoarse: "It can be seen that the brother is injured, but I am in pain to death."

"Don't say that word." Xiao Jianyuan couldn't hear the word "death" now, he looked from Fu Yaoye's brows and eyes all the way to the light-colored thin lips, and then asked: "You... What have you been doing?"

Wow, how did you cry when you were parting from life and death before, but when you opened your eyes, you were not there!

I really thought you wouldn't come back after ascending to the upper world!

Fu Yaoye paused, and said, "The head asked me to plant trees."

Xiao Jianyuan was stunned again: "Planting trees?"

Fu Yaoye let out a "huh", and his long eyelashes trembled slightly when his eyebrows were drooping, with a very docile look, he said: "I didn't have enough spiritual power when I broke through, so I borrowed the spiritual energy from the plants and trees in front of the mountain gate."

What Fu Yaoye said was an understatement, but at that time it was not only the spiritual energy of all things, but also Jiao Zhengqing's magic breath was taken into his body, reborn him abruptly, and soared through the realm.

Ever since the gate of Qingheng Mountain was opened, because the master planted trees and carved the archway himself, the successive masters have not touched any plants or trees in the following thousands of years.

Then those plants lost their spiritual power in an instant, and several thousand-year-old trees withered and died.

Xiao Jianyuan almost left this world at that time. He hadn't seen the scene at that time, and he couldn't imagine it, but it must have been extremely dangerous.

He raised his hand to stroke Fu Yaoye's hair, opened his mouth, and said in a shy voice, "I'm sorry."

Fu Yaoye was taken aback for a moment, then let go of his hand suddenly, buried his face in the quilt on the bed, and said in a muffled voice, "Senior brother, what is wrong with me?"

Xiao Jianyuan recalled the tears that fell on his face at that time, sighed in his heart, and said: "I dare not break my promise, I shouldn't have left you."

"You know it too!" Fu Yaoye raised his head, his eyes were red again, and he said viciously, "You said you would always be with me!"

"Okay," Xiao Jianyuan smiled slightly, sat up propped up, and kissed the red mark on his forehead: "It must mean what you say."

Fu Yaoye was startled, and kissed Xiao Jianyuan's lips again when they left.

"Senior Brother Sheng—"

The bamboo door was suddenly opened from the outside, and Xiao Jianyuan was so frightened that he immediately lay back.

Fu Yaoye looked over with displeasure, and Lu Ziyuan at the door lowered her head and said softly like a mosquito: "...Brother Su said you're awake, I'll come and see you... The ceremony is about to start, so I'll go get busy first! "

She ran out in a hurry again, not forgetting to close the door.

Seeing Lu Ziyuan at this time, Xiao Jianyuan also felt complicated, wondering if she had come out of the grief of her deceased father.

Fu Yaoye didn't speak any more, after giving Xiao Jianyuan the medicine, he took out a small porcelain jar, took out some ointment and applied it around the wound.

Xiao Jianyuan asked, "What is this?"

Fu Yaoye applied it carefully, and said, "The medicine for removing scars."

Xiao Jianyuan moved and said, "I don't care."

"No, I don't care." Fu Yaoye's palm was warm, and after catalyzing the ointment, he closed Xiao Jianyuan's clothes. He whispered, "I don't want to see other wounds on my senior brother."

I won't let my brother get hurt again.

As soon as he saw those fatal wounds, he couldn't help but think of the scene where his senior brother stood in front of him, which would always make him fall into the barrier of regret.

Xiao Jianyuan let him go, at this moment he suddenly heard the explosion of fireworks outside, remembering the "grand ceremony" that Lu Ziyuan said before leaving, and asked, "What kind of ceremony is this going to be?"

Fu Yaoye lowered his eyes, and said: "The Demon Lord Jiao Zhengqing really lost his soul, and all the immortal sects want to celebrate the end of the demon slaying..."

Xiao Jianyuan continued with a smile: "Finally someone in the cultivation world has ascended again."

Fu Yaoye looked at his face and was slightly startled, but Xiao Jianyuan couldn't wait to get dressed and get out of bed: "Finally someone is going to ascend after hundreds of years, how could they not celebrate?"

Xiao Jianyuan lifted his untied hair, raised his head and said, "Why, aren't you going? You are the protagonist."

Fu Yaoye picked up a wooden comb to tie his hair, and said in a low voice, "Then senior brother will accompany me."

It's just that they just approached Changxi Peak, and Zhong Yurong saw them at a glance: "Fu Yaoye, why are you here!"

She asked a few female cultivators to bring those luxurious clothes: "Go and change quickly, you will show your face in front of all the immortals in a while!"

It was rare for Fu Yaoye to show some hesitation, Xiao Jianyuan smiled and said: "You go and change it, I will go to the head master first, and I will find you later."

Fu Yaoye looked at him fixedly: "I'll be right back."

Xiao Jianyuan repeatedly assured that he took the clothes and left.

But Xiao Jianyuan hadn't taken a few steps when he was suddenly stopped by an old man: "Little friend Sheng."

This time the grand ceremony was held at the main peak of Qingheng Mountain, and almost all the immortal sects were present. The person who stopped Xiao Jianyuan was the abbot of Xuanzhen Temple, Master Kong Yin.He hurriedly saluted: "Master Kongyin."

Master Kongyin laughed and said: "It's strange, the poor monk has practiced in the temple for several years, and rarely shows up; I didn't expect that Xiaoyou Sheng and Xiaoyou Fu would recognize me."

Xiao Jianyuan was taken aback, there were indeed very few descriptions of Master Kongyin in the original book, Xiao Jianyuan's impression of him was still in the original book, it was he who proposed to put the protagonist in Wugan Fu.

He thought of this and was speechless for a while, but Master Kongyin didn't mention it again, he clasped his hands together and said: "The karma has disappeared, and Xiaoyou Fu has really entered the Ascension Realm."

"The poor monk has been watching the Buddha for hundreds of years and has not attained the Tao. On the other hand, Fu Xiaoyou only realized the truth."

Xiao Jianyuan was puzzled, and looked up: "Why did the master say that?"

"Sometimes obsession is too deep, maybe it's a bad thing." Master Kong Yin thought for a while, and said: "Of course, it's just because of Fu Xiaoyou."

Xiao Jianyuan seemed to understand but not understood, and after saying goodbye to him, he walked towards the main hall.

When Fu Yaoye came in a hurry, he happened to see Master Kongyin finished talking with Xiao Jianyuan, he didn't catch up with Xiao Jianyuan, and said coldly to the monk: "What did you say to my senior brother?"

Master Kong Yin said: "It's just a little bit."

He laughed again: "Little friend Fu, don't panic, everything is over, and there is nothing worth worrying about for the poor monk."

At the time of the crisis, he borrowed Fu Yaoye's obsession to persuade him repeatedly, making him willing to save the common people; what he said was just and righteous, but in the end he let Fu Yaoye stand alone in the crisis.

Fortunately, he has broken through and ascended.

Master Mugui handed over the chores of entertaining the immortals to Zhong Yurong and Li Yuanbei, and wiped Dong Changying's tablet in front of the ancestral hall.

He said: "I handed over Mengsheng's memorial tablet to Zi Yuan, and stay with her mother."

Xiao Jianyuan nodded and said, "I'll go to offer incense sticks another day."

"Yan Li lost all his cultivation, so I locked him in the forbidden sword mound," Mu Gui sighed, "Staying with the ancestors can be regarded as torture for him."

Master Mu Gui suddenly said: "If you want to, you can continue to stay in Qingheng Mountain."

Without hesitation, Xiao Jianyuan shook his head and said, "I've already been expelled."

"If you wish, you will still be Qingheng Mountain's chief disciple."

"Master," Xiao Jianyuan stopped calling him Master, and said with a slight smile, "Forget it."

Sheng Lang finally became the head of the sect, but Xiao Jianyuan didn't want to.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, it was Zhong Yurong: "Senior brother, the ceremony is about to begin."

Master Mu Gui stopped talking, got up and opened the door and went out.

Xiao Jianyuan walked out with him, and immediately saw Fu Yaoye standing under the stage.

He tied up the blue silk with a golden crown, and was dressed in a cumbersome and dignified long-sleeved robe with snowy flowers. If you look closely, you can see cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on it.

The grand ceremony was about to start, there was a lot of noise around, and there were fireworks on the sky, it was rare to see Chang Xifeng so lively.

The system went online amidst the noise: "Hey, the task is completed, you decide now..."

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly raised his voice: "Fu Yaoye!"

When Fu Yaoye heard the reputation, the ice and snow in his eyes melted, and he jumped over in a few steps: "Senior brother."

The system yelled: "Hey, did you hear me!"

Xiao Jianyuan said to the system in his mind: "I heard it, I heard it, you said that you can choose to return to the original world."

Xiao Jianyuan said: "I won't go back."

The system beeped twice and confirmed again and again: "Really, don't regret it."

"What do I regret?" Xiao Jianyuan reached out and clasped Fu Yaoye's fingers, and said in a low voice, "I said I wouldn't leave him."

Just when a firework exploded above the two of them, Fu Yaoye was so focused on his hands that he couldn't hear clearly: "Brother, what did you say?"

He didn't hear clearly, but the system confirmed it: "Okay."

"It's nothing." Xiao Jianyuan suddenly put his arms around his neck, and kissed the corner of Fu Yaoye's lips under the vague scrutiny of all the immortal sects.

He was full of smiles, and he didn't know whether to tell the system or all the immortals: "I said I like you, and I will be with you for the rest of my life."

Fu Yaoye lowered his head, his figure reflected in his eyes: "Okay."

The ice and snow have melted away, and the peach blossoms in Changhua Peak are about to bloom again. If you leave now, you may not be able to catch up with the peach blossoms.

But the coming day is long, and there are more beautiful scenery to see together.

Eternal Changchun, never separated.