Wearing cannon fodder makes the master collapse

Although Ye Lingjiang didn't understand these things, it didn't mean he didn't know.

This thing might have come from his own hands, but it didn't come from him. Of course, he wouldn't take the blame for others for no reason.What's more, he always felt that it was impossible.

Among these disciples, and even all the sects of the Immortal Sect, there are countless people who have a heart for Chu Yunchuan, but it seems that Ye Lingjiang is the only one who can do this. Not so.

He twisted a few times, and found that he couldn't get rid of the thin rope tied to his body at all, so he had to give up and give up, and just froze here.

"If you don't believe me, why ask me?"

Chu Yunchuan pinched the painting in his hand, and an unknown flame ignited, burning the paper instantly, turning it into ashes in the palm of his hand, and then spreading his hand, those sparks scattered into the air and returned to dust.

His sharp eyes never let go of Ye Lingjiang's face for a moment, as if he wanted to see through him, but he didn't waver at all, and he didn't look guilty at all.

"Go and copy the Xuanjing scroll one, a hundred times."

Ye Lingjiang raised his chin, "Why should I be punished for something I haven't done?"

Chu Yunchuan's face sculpted like ancient jade was extremely cold, his eyes shot cold stars, and his calm voice was like a cold wind blowing.

"Based on your deviant behavior in the past."

Ye Lingjiang was stunned.

Does it mean that I don't respect my teacher, roll around on his bed, and wear women's clothes?

"" He didn't know what to respond to.

It wasn't him, but the body did.

He just got a headache.

Pretend to be crazy, act stupid, and then fool around

No, this will always be regarded as a lunatic.

When he realized it again, Chu Yunchuan had disappeared, leaving only the clouds and water living among the pines, and a silver moon hanging above his head.

The luminous rope on his body has disappeared with his departure, and the surroundings are quiet as if that person has never appeared.

Ye Lingjiang went back to the room and sat quietly.

He began to doubt life.

Ever since he was a child, he was praised by his teachers, envied by his classmates, and chased by others, but he was taught a lesson and punished by a person who seemed to be about the same age as himself.

He clenched his fists tightly and made up his mind to practice Taoism

But now, he had to take out pen and paper to burn the night to copy

After Ye Lingjiang wrote a few pages, he felt extremely boring. He suddenly thought of something and began to scribble on the paper. He drew a picture of a man in black being beaten on the ground by another person. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen and he cried for mercy. "Pfft" and laughed, and then thought that there were still dozens of times to copy, and his face drooped again.

The new candle in the copper cup burns slowly, and transparent wax oil overflows from the inside, trickles along the body of the candle to the base, spreads and gradually dries up, forming various white shapes.

As time passed, Ye Lingjiang's shoulders began to feel sore and painful, and his eyes gradually couldn't open. In the mist, he had fallen into a dream and met those beloved elbow buns.

In the morning, there was a strong fragrance, which woke up Ye Lingjiang, who had not slept for a long time, and saw Qingluo brought a bowl of porridge made of millet on the table, with some minced meat in it, a few grains Red dates and beans made him cry after a night of copying books without supper.

"Brother, you are my savior"

With dark circles under his eyes, he wolfed down several mouthfuls. He wanted to cry bitterly, but something was wrong when he thought about it.

"Did you slip too fast yesterday?"

Qing Luo sneered and said, "Isn't this an apology for you? You know, if the master loses his temper, isn't the world going to become the underworld?"

Ye Lingjiang snorted coldly, put the spoon down, and said displeasedly, "You are too disrespectful. You just disappeared after a while. He asked me to copy the book, and I can't copy it a hundred times. You must copy half of it for me." .”

Qing Luo was in every possible way, "Junior brother, our handwriting is very different, how could we hide from his vicious eyes."

Ye Lingjiang chuckled, "I think the old man is only seventeen or eighteen, even if he is a master, there is no need to shout like that."

Qing Luo shook his head helplessly, "What nonsense are you talking about, who doesn't know that he is over a hundred years old."

Ye Lingjiang almost spit out the porridge he had just scooped into his mouth.

"Master has achieved success in cultivating the Tao without changing his appearance, which is what everyone hopes for."

"You mean, he is the same as Lord Guixu, they are immortal"

Qing Luo patiently explained, "That's not the case. Although Zhu Yan is not old, she only lives longer than ordinary people, but she is mortal. If she wants to be immortal, she must be included in the list of immortals."

Ye Lingjiang raised the corner of his mouth, "Or a demon"

Qing Luo waved his hands worriedly and said, "Stop joking, if you hear it again, you will be punished even more."

"It's weird, why didn't you punish me in the past?"

When he became normal, he was punished instead.

Anyway, he must have decided that those beautiful spring pictures were drawn by himself.

"In the past, he didn't want to get close to you at all. Maybe you have become more normal recently, but you still made him unhappy."

Ye Lingjiang curled his lips, could it be too normal to dare to be affectionate, Chu Yunchuan was afraid that he would take a detour to hide before because he was chased out of the shadow of his heart

He suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Forget it, I understand you, I would slip if I am full, I will continue to copy when I am full."

I have copied it more than 70 times last night, and I just need to boil it over again.

When the senior brother left, he continued to take a nap, had a good night's sleep, and was much more energetic, then got up to continue. Thanks to his learning of calligraphy, otherwise it would be a problem to study ink and write.

The evening clouds in the sky are gradually receding, and the sky is light and glazed. The young man in white tied his hair with a rope, bowed his head and hung silk ribbons from both sides.Slightly thin, he wears a light robe with arrow sleeves, a white jade belt around his waist, and light golden cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, a pair of peach blossom eyes with vivid pupils, and a relaxed posture in his spare time.

With a wolf bristle in his mouth showing a neat row of teeth, he quickly rubbed the corners of the paper and turned the pages in the way of counting banknotes.

He, Ye Lingjiang, has nothing to say about his ability to act. This pile of things has wiped out all the previous incidents, and he will never be punished easily in the future.

He took down the pen, twirled it a few times in his hand, then put it on the inkstone, and holding a stack of papers, he headed for the night lotus residence in Mingyuejian where Chu Yunchuan lived.

Chu Yunchuan likes to be quiet, and his residence is far away from other disciples. Yulian Peak of Mixiao Mountain is the farthest to the west, while his place is further west, closer to the sky, and closer to the night. At this time, clouds are stained with blood. , where you can have a panoramic view, watching the neon light turn into a black galaxy.

When we came to Mingyuejian, the setting sun was neither dazzling nor hot, but the temperature was right, and it fell on Ye Lingjiang's body.The water in the stream has lost its original color, like drinking bright red, drunkenly overflowing with light and color, crossing the bright moon stream, the setting sun blooms like blood, red light splashes everywhere, like a dream, the twilight gradually dims, leaving only a trace of gold-rimmed sun gradually Become a little bit, the light shines brightly, and finally sinks into the darkness, swallowing the sky and the sun.

The vast night was silent, and when it arrived at Yelianju, the moonlight was already dim, and the surroundings became full of phantoms, and the temperature dropped a little bit.

After all, Ye Lingjiang was still a little apprehensive.

Chu Yunchuan has a strange aura, and I always find him difficult to get along with, no wonder they say "No. 1 for thousands of years", "Lonely like the night sky, cold like the frosty moon", "It's better not to get in touch with him".I don't know what kind of person is clinging to him. Sure enough, throughout the ages, truth and illusion are all based on face.

But this guy can only watch from a distance.

He went on.

Ye Lianju lives up to its name. There are small ponds on the left and right, which are filled with water lotuses. Perhaps it is related to the geomantic omen of this place. It seems that the lotus flowers have not faded for decades, but bloomed and prospered. The outside of the house is surrounded by lush trees. Surrounded, it seems to be hidden from people's eyes, like a place outside the world.

"Master, disciple Ye Lingjiang is asking to see you."

Although Ye Lingjiang was reluctant, he still did enough superficial work.

After a while, no one responded.

Strange, the senior brother said that except for discussing important matters, Chu Yunchuan would be recuperating here these days. He had been injured in the Jiye Market before and had to recuperate for a period of time.

Maybe he went somewhere else

He looked in, the door was wide open, and there was no sound inside.

Ye Lingjiang thought, it's already here, if you don't want to come again, why don't you just leave your things and leave.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the door and entered.

It's pitch black inside, no candle is lit, so it's really not there?

The gauze curtain fluttered lightly, and the comfortable wind blew on his face, and he walked in cautiously, not being able to see clearly.

After bypassing a dark thing that he didn't know what it was, he saw a side room at the corner and approached it.

As soon as he reached the door, Ye Lingjiang stopped suddenly.

By the faint moonlight, he saw Chu Yunchuan leaning sideways on the chessboard, with black hair scattered all over the ground, black clothes blooming on the ground like a black lotus, a handsome face facing him, his eyes lightly closed , sleeping peacefully, looking ten thousand times softer than usual.

I don't know if I was so tired that I didn't even notice his arrival.

Ye Lingjiang was slightly stunned, feeling a little strange, but this should be driven by "everyone has a love for beauty", then he looked away, thinking about where to put things

Not far from Chuyunchuan, there is another low table with a pen holder made of suet white jade, with several waiting pens hanging on it, and a blue Duan inkstone on the bottom, engraved with a dragon flying in the clouds.

Really rich and stylish.

Ye Lingjiang sighed in his heart.

He walked over lightly, and put a stack of thick paper on the table, afraid of being blown away by the wind, he picked up the inkstone and pressed it down.

After the matter was over, he couldn't help but look at Chu Yunchuan again.

When he was so quiet, he was more like the god who rescued the suffering in that painting.

On the top of the mountain, the night is as cold as autumn and winter. This room seems to be colder than the place where he just came in. I don’t know why he keeps the windows wide open. The cool wind erodes his skin. It must be difficult for him to fall asleep. Besides It's not good for recovery

He himself is also a wounded person, and he knows that this is not good. Although he doesn't like Chu Yunchuan, after all, he is still a teacher and apprentice now, and he has to rely on him to save the northern border. There is no need to worry about these, so he thought Shut those windows and go back.

Ye Lingjiang gently closed the two windows, and walked to the door leading to the other direction. A scene of white gauze curtains danced with the wind, making this place look like a haunted place.

As soon as he reached out to close it, he almost scared his soul away.

The door to the north turned out to be a steep cliff

There is no road at all outside.

Ye Lingjiang clung to the door rail tightly, and immediately felt depressed and his chest swelled.

The cold wind was piercing, his face was pale, and his lips trembled slightly. It was dark below, and the shadows of the trees were vague. The falling would not only shatter his body into pieces, but even his bones would be gone.

He couldn't figure it out, who would make a home on a steep cliff and install a gate on the other side?

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and then took a few steps back, but suddenly bumped into something, and immediately a force pulled him back a few more steps.

When Ye Lingjiang turned his head, a pair of faint eyes were looking at him, and there seemed to be some displeasure in them.

Chu Yunchuan let go of his hands, his black hair danced wildly in the wind, tilted his head slightly, and said in a low voice

"Do you want to come here specially, to die again for me to see?"