Abandoned Immortals

"The disciple is not drunk." Xuan Yuexin said stubbornly, her pair of bright eyes were still staring at Ye Qingyun in a daze, with a persistent demeanor, insisting on hearing an exact answer from the other party.

Whether it is to accept or reject, she must give a clear answer without ambiguity.

Ye Qingyun put down the cup, repeated what she said just now, without changing a single word: "Yue Xin, you are drunk."

Xuan Yuexin frowned suddenly, how could she obey.

With a bad complexion, she leaned forward slightly, and narrowed the distance to Ye Qingyun, almost touching the other's cheek, and she could smell the thin plum fragrance on Master's body while breathing.

Corresponding to the fragrance of the vegetation in the forest, it can cleanse people's hearts.

The faint and mellow aroma of wine came to the nostrils, Ye Qingyun frowned slightly, and wanted to retreat a little, but Xuan Yuexin held down her wrist, not allowing her to escape.

"The disciple naturally knows that he was abrupt and offended, but his intentions are absolutely not false. In this way, I also hope that the master will give the same sincerity. Whether it is right or wrong, I will make it clear with my own mouth."

She stared at Ye Qingyun scorchingly, with a resolute look of seeing death as home and never looking back, and said calmly: "Instead of vaguely dragging, the disciple would rather hear the master's clear rejection, so that the disciple can be completely cut off." mind."

"The disciple is so rebellious, the master can drive the disciple down the mountain, drive the disciple far away, and never see each other again in this life. Although it is cruel at the moment, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. What does the master think?"

When others clarify their feelings, they are trying to persuade the other party to try to accept themselves, but Xuan Yuexin keeps her mouth shut, telling Ye Qingyun not to be soft-hearted, and not to be vague and euphemistic even if she refuses.

She can see clearly, think far and wide, and also know that with Ye Qingyun's position and the identities of the two of them, the road ahead is gloomy and bumpy, and it is only her wishful thinking, which is absolutely impossible.

Ye Qingyun's brows became tighter and tighter. She was with Xuan Yuexin as a master and apprentice. Even if she didn't think about love, they still have a relationship between master and apprentice. How could she say those absolutely hurtful words to Xuan Yuexin? ?

"Yuexin..." Tan opened his mouth slightly, wanting to speak out before persuading him.

But before she could speak, the man became furious, and suddenly closed the distance between them, trying to kiss her lips.

Ye Qingyun tilted her head to avoid Xuan Yuexin's sudden kiss, and those soft lips brushed against the corners of her mouth and touched her cheeks.

The mind went blank for a moment, and the body acted before consciousness.

Ye Qingyun pushed Xuan Yuexin away forcefully, got up angrily, and said coldly: "You should stop thinking about it, don't bring it up again."

After saying that, he walked away without looking back for a moment.

Xuan Yuexin was left alone in the pavilion, until the figure in white disappeared behind the shadow of the tree, her strong shoulders slumped, and she leaned against the edge of the table, silently, looking at the moonlight in the sky.

After that day, Ye Qingyun hadn't heard anyone mention Xuan Yuexin for a long time, and she also deliberately suppressed her worries, and didn't take the initiative to ask Xuan Yuexin's recent situation, so the stubborn apprentice naturally didn't want to hang around in front of her.

She was busy with family affairs and taking care of her body, time passed by in a hurry, half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

But one day, she passed by the yard and smelled a strange smell of medicine, and then saw a little boy coming out of the yard next to him with a medicine pot, poured the medicine residue into the woods in front of the yard, and took the medicine pot with him. pass in front of her.

Ye Qingyun then spoke out to call him back.

Seeing that the Sovereign was in front of him, the little boy staggered in shock and almost didn't hold the medicine jar firmly.

He hurried up to Ye Qingyun, about to bend down to worship, but Ye Qingyun waved his hand to stop him.

Then he took the medicine pot in his hand, put it in his nose and sniffed lightly, judged that the medicine in the pot was for nourishing qi and nourishing the body, and asked: "Who is this medicine for?"

The little boy didn't dare not answer: "Reporting to the suzerain, it's the elder sister."

"Yue Xin?" Ye Qingyun frowned, her face serious, "Is she sick?"

Immortal cultivators break grains and seek immortality. When their cultivation reaches a certain level, they will be reborn. Unless they suffer from serious internal injuries, they will not easily get sick.

Even if you feel the wind and cold occasionally, you only need to absorb Qi to practice and nourish your body, so why use medicine to nourish your body?

The boy didn't understand why the senior elder sister was sick, but the suzerain as his teacher didn't know, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he had to answer truthfully.

"Elder Sister has been in poor health for some time. From what she said, it seems that she went to the cold pool to practice a few months ago and took in the cool air, so she was ill. She said that it would be better to take care of it for a while, but the medicine has gone away. Third officer, looking at it today, the senior sister's complexion seems to have changed a lot."

Ye Qingyun frowned even tighter, and asked the boy Xuan Yuexin when he fell into the cold pool, what medicine he took, and how long he had been in such a weak state.

The boy was so questioned that Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and after answering one by one, he was already sweating profusely.

Fortunately, Ye Qingyun didn't delay for too long, and let him go after asking the key points. The boy walked a few steps, and when he turned back, the man in white had long since disappeared.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling strange, but he didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he looked at his nose, nose and heart, and hurried away with the medicine jar in his arms.

In the small building, Xuan Yuexin was half lying on the couch, wearing only a thin light shirt on her body, with a soft pillow on her back, holding the Tianxuan Sword Art in her hand, and tirelessly flipping through it.

She has already memorized the content written in this booklet fluently, and most of the sword moves she has learned are derived from it. It is the most basic book among the many profound exercises of Tianxuanzong.

It was also Ye Qingyun who taught her how to practice swords and showed her the first sword formula.

She often reads this book, and the paper has already turned yellow. Later, in order to preserve it properly, she put this book in a jade box and treasured it. What she reads on weekdays is all re-copied later.

Recently, her bones were getting worse and worse, and the Zong doctor couldn't diagnose the disease even after reading it. She didn't know what kind of mood she was in, so she dug out this book again and read it carefully page by page.

Before he knew it, he was fascinated, and the five keen senses in the past were now weakened for no reason. He didn't even notice that there was a figure standing outside the room, and he stared at her silently for a long time.

Suddenly, when she heard the knock on the door of the house, she wondered which boy was bothering her again, so she impatiently closed the pages of the book and looked up to the side of the door.

But suddenly froze.

Ye Qingyun stood outside the house with a long body, wearing a plain white robe, the hem of which swayed in the wind.

Xuan Yuexin woke up suddenly, panicked and flustered, and subconsciously hid the sword formula behind her back.

Ye Qingyun knocked on the door, and then walked into the room slowly, not revealing her small movements.

I found a chair in the room that was a few steps away from the bed, sat down, and asked her: "The cold pool in the back mountain is a forbidden area in the sect, and its cultivation level is not as good as that of the cave. It is very easy to hurt yourself when you go down the cold pool. Trespassing into the cold pond?"

Although the forbidden area of ​​Houshan is a place of powerful cultivation, but with Xuan Yuexin's status in the sect, she insists on going, and the elders of the sect will not be too harsh.

At first, I thought that the master came to visit unexpectedly, and seeing her in such a state, I should have a few words of concern and condolences, but I didn't expect to hear such words.

Xuan Yuexin's face suddenly darkened, and she said in a cold voice: "Master, I came to see the disciple specially for the purpose of provoking the teacher?"

"Of course not." Ye Qingyun frowned slightly, and replied, "The cold air in the cold pool is extremely domineering, and it can be healed by extraordinary medicine stones. Since you are sick, why don't you come and find a teacher?"

Although the cold air is fierce, but there are masters in the Mahayana realm who can heal the wounds. An injury of this level can be cured within half a month at most.

How could it be like Xuan Yuexin, dragged on for three or two months, not only did not heal, but it became more and more serious.

Xuan Yuexin's face became even colder, she turned her face away from Ye Qingyun's eyes, snorted and said: "The disciple is fine, Master, don't worry about it, if the Master wants to ask about the disciple's crime, it is better to simply drive the disciple down the mountain go."

Stubborn as a bull, it is difficult to communicate peacefully.

Ye Qingyun looked at her side face calmly, after a long time, she got up and said, "Since you want to go down the mountain so much, I won't keep you here."

Xuan Yuexin turned her head suddenly, with a look of shock on her face.

Ye Qingyun didn't even call her "teacher", because she didn't recognize her as an apprentice.

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