I, scum gong, never adore Master

"I have a loud voice? If you didn't toss so hard, would I be like that?"

Regarding the rumors that were unfavorable to Yun Jian from the outside world, Jiang Ye had thought about clarifying them before, to save his master's reputation.

But he found that no matter how ridiculous the lie was, some people would believe it. They didn't believe in the incident itself, but believed in how serious the loss it had brought to them.

Driven by interests, it is almost impossible to clarify the truth.

Besides, his soul has not yet fully fused, his body is weak, and he can't do anything, and it's even more trouble for his master.

Just like this time, he was kidnapped within less than a stick of incense away from Yun Jian's sight.

After Jiang Ye found out that ordinary people dare not enter the Demon Realm at will, he finally heaved a sigh of relief, and even had the mentality of lying down.

Even if the environment in the Demon Realm is poor, barren and the vegetation is withered, even if the sky is covered by miasma every day and the sky is not clear, but as long as Yun Jian doesn't care about what happened outside, he can live here with peace of mind.

I don't know if Yun Jian's soul has fused part of his soul. Every time they finish, Jiang Ye feels that the difficult fusion of his soul is soothed a lot. Even if it is not completely fused, it will not make him too tired.

Yun Jian also found out, so he had even more reason to pull him, so that he couldn't get out of bed.

So many days passed, except that Yun Jian's eyes covered with white silk made Jiang Ye feel sad every time he looked at them, everything was fine.

They seem to be living in seclusion here, ignoring world affairs, and living in peace and harmony.

The only thing Jiang Ye worried about was the safety of Feifei and Xiao Qingteng, but Huofeng brought their letters, saying that Feifei had escaped with Xiao Qingteng and was already on his way to meet them.

Jiang Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the sky in the Demon Realm is extremely oppressive, and although it is not suitable for human habitation, he and his master are not ordinary mortals after all, and it is not that difficult to adapt.

Jiang Ye even asked Huofeng to go outside to find some flower seeds, rolled up his sleeves and planted them outside the tree house. The pitch black scorched earth was not suitable for mortal species to grow.

But it doesn't matter, Jiang Ye remembers how he used his psychic liquid to irrigate the vegetation when he was in Tongxiu Mountain thousands of years ago, so even if the environment is harsh, the vegetation he carefully planted can still sprout and grow.

Jiang Ye was seriously planting green plants, and Yun Jian was leaning against the door frame at this moment, looking at him with his spiritual sense.

But after all, with no eyes, you can't really see Jiang Ye's face clearly, you can't capture his every smile and expression, you can only feel where Jiang Ye is and what he is doing.

Just this made Yun Jian extremely satisfied, and his memory seemed to go back to Tongxiu Mountain thousands of years ago.

He seemed to have found the answer to the question he had kept in his heart that he hadn't asked.

On the bed and under the bed, Jiang Ye's performance is more than just having a certain half of the soul. He knows that he has remembered a lot of Jiang Ye.

The young man rolled up his sleeves, his forearms were extremely white against the scorched soil in his hands, he raised the back of his hands to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and when he looked up, he saw his master, dressed in white, leaning against the door frame with folded arms.

Yun Jian sensed that he was looking at him, and asked, "Are you tired? Come and drink some water."

The canopy outside the tree house is a frame of lush grape vines, which are plants that were spawned by Yunjian with spiritual power. Under the lush vines are tables and benches after the wooden pier has been flattened.

Yun Jian walked over and poured Jiang Ye a glass of water.

Before he could say anything, the young man dropped the flower seeds in his hands, hurried over, frowned and said, "Don't burn your hands!"

Even if he knew that Yun Jian could see things with his divine sense, Jiang Ye was still distressed.

Yun Jian moistened the cloth towel, held Ye Ye's hands and wiped off the dirt little by little, and said with a smile, "It's okay, planting so many flowers and plants, it seems that you really plan to live here forever."

As he spoke, he stuffed a grape with delicious juice into Jiang Ye's mouth.

"Well, is there anything wrong?"

Jiang Ye frowned and chewed, and also handed one to his master's mouth. Seeing Yun Jian frowned because of the sourness, he covered his mouth and smiled and said: "The ripening is not as good as the natural ripening. There is no sunlight here, and the fruits are sweet." I can't get up."

Then, he held his master's hand again, and said softly: "Although the outside is very nice, it doesn't seem to be very friendly to us. In fact, it doesn't matter where I am. As long as you are here, I am actually very satisfied and very happy." It’s easy to feed, I think it’s good here.”

Yun Jian was undoubtedly moved.

When Jiang Ye was still a small stream, he was full of curiosity about everything, and he absolutely couldn't stand being trapped in one place.

Now he is willing to be trapped in this wild place for him.

But Yun Jian was different. He was trapped in Shenyin Peak for thousands of years, and he just came here. After seeing everything, he felt bored, and even felt that living and dying were meaningless.

Until Jiang Ye appeared beside him again.

"You really don't plan to go out?"

Yun Jian was a little apprehensive, and even inadvertently tightened Jiang Ye's hand.

Subtle movements from instinct made Jiang Ye aware of Yun Jian's inner tension.

Jiang Ye smiled, with prickly dimples, raised his arms around Yun Jian's neck, stood on tiptoe and gently kissed the corner of the other's lips, and said in a low voice: "Well, I don't want to go out anymore, I just want to be with you Together, it doesn't matter where you are."

Whether it was thousands of years ago or now, Jiang Ye has always had this temperament of not fighting or grabbing.

Otherwise, after being pierced through his chest by his little broken bird and falling into the world, he would not still live in such a peaceful place, not thinking about how to return to Jiuchongtian, nor would he not think With resentment, even cured Yun Jian.

Thousands of years later, the same is true.

When he thought he was a scumbag, he said he wanted to save his life, but in fact, all he was thinking about was how not to hurt his master, how to help his master save his reputation.

But sometimes, hard work doesn't work.

It has already caused his master to lose his eyes, and also made his soul shattered into a mess. It is impossible for him to go on the rampage in such a reckless manner, to naively think that as long as he is not willing, as long as he works hard, he can change the world. .

He wanted to guard Yunjian and escape all suffering.

Jiang Ye worked hard, but he was bruised and bruised. He didn't dare to let his master take risks, and his original intention to change everything became an escape.

But Yun Jian didn't think so.

Yun Jian has gone from being indifferent to everything to now, and finally finds that his forbearance does not stop others from persecuting him.

Wutong wants his Nirvana power, if he doesn't give it out, the troubles will not stop.

If he gives it away, his life will come to an end.

And Jiang Ye, who signed a life-and-death contract with him, can hardly survive. Even if he burns the life-death contract with the power of Nirvana before he dies, so as not to implicate Jiang Ye, how can he let Jiang Ye be alone with peace of mind? Alone in this world?

There is infinite love in Yun Jian's heart, and he really wants to let go of everything and hide here with his little apprentice forever.

But he has been escaping for thousands of years, nothing has changed, and Jiang Ye has been perishing before his eyes time and time again...

Every time, he appeared before his eyes again.

Yun Jian was heartbroken and joyful, extremely complicated.

The light pecking and shallow kiss gradually became more and more intense, making Jiang Ye almost out of breath, so he let him go.

Jiang Ye will always be like this, never indulged in sadness and unable to get out, he is hugged by Yun Jian and sits on his lap, pointing to the surrounding area circled by him, chattering about planning the future with Yun Jian.

"I want to plant a white plum tree on the east side of the wooden house, and dig a pond on the west side, fill it with some water, and raise a few fish, then Philip will have fresh rations! Ah yes, when Philip and the others come, one house is not enough If you live, you need to build two more rooms, huh? Actually, it’s not necessary, it should be no problem for them to live together, so let’s build another room.”

As she said that, her little face turned yellow, and she coughed lightly: "The house they live in is farther away, at least there is a pond between them. After all... you, you are a bit noisy, it's not good to disturb the children."

Yun Jian smiled, scratching the bridge of the boy's nose with his fingers: "I'm making a lot of noise?"

The little yellow face suddenly turned red: "Isn't it?"

Yun Jian leaned close to Jiang Ye's ear, breathing on his sideburns: "Just keep your voice down."

Regardless of the embarrassment, Jiang Ye frowned and groaned: "I have a loud voice? If you didn't toss so much, would I be able to do that?!"

As he spoke, he looked up at the fire phoenix entrenched in the treetops, and asked the only "witness": "Do you think so? Can you prove to me that my voice is so loud?"

Fire Phoenix:? ?

"You don't need to ask anyone to prove it, just try it and you'll know?"

Before Jiang Ye could react, he was carried into the house by his master's arm through his knees.

The door slammed shut, and Huofeng breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't take long for the bird to blush at the commotion inside, flapping its wings and flying away, ready to find some rare flower seeds for Jiang Ye.

So, later Jiang Ye looked at the mountain of flower seeds, enough to fill the entire Demon Realm, fell into deep helplessness, and said earnestly: "Little Huofeng, I know you are very capable, but you really can't afford so many! You are working too hard!"

Huofeng: Chirp, chirp, chirp?

I don't want to be so hardworking, but in fact, you are too hardworking and have to roll up!

Of course, these are all for later.

But the reality is, after having a good night, taking advantage of Jiang Ye being tossed in a deep sleep, Yun Jian kept most of his soul power in Huofeng's body, guarded the wooden house, and laid layer upon layer of barriers, even deepening Bearing the imprint of the life-and-death contract with each other, they always feel the fluctuation of Jiang Ye's vitality.

Only then did he step across the boundary of the Demon Realm with a little peace of mind.

The sky was scarlet, and there was a red moon hanging like a magic eye. Yun Jian couldn't see it, but he still felt very uncomfortable after detecting the environment with his spiritual sense.

The miasma of the Demon Realm can't hurt him, but he is a god, so naturally he can't adapt to this repelling force.

Not to mention, Bu Lingchen has been here for a long time.

When he found Bu Lingchen, his aura was mottled and confused by the miasma, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were a little purple, and he was exhausted.

When he saw Yun Jian, he smiled: "I have already sensed that you are near the Demon Realm, have you found his remnant soul?"

Yun Jian nodded, frowning, walked over to hold his wrist, and poured his spiritual power into Bu Lingchen's body, so that Bu Lingchen, who was about to be oppressed by the demon miasma, was relieved.

Yun Jian briefly told Ling Chen what happened these days.

Bu Lingchen's face became even uglier, and his mood was visibly depressed.

But in an instant, he waved his hand and ignored those troubles. He pulled out the soul-gathering lamp hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness, and said excitedly: "I found the soul-gathering lamp! But it will take some time, I haven't found the key to open it yet." .”

The Soul-Concentrating Lamp is a spiritual object of heaven and earth. It did not belong to the demon clan, but after it was lost here ten thousand years ago, no one has seen it again. I thought it was just a legend.

But seeing that divine treasure with his own eyes, he knew that there really was such a divine thing in this world.

"Thanks a lot."

Yun Jian was in a very complicated mood, and after thinking about it for a long time, he only uttered these few words.

Bu Lingchen naturally knew how he felt in his heart, waved his hands and slumped on the ground, letting the scorched soil stain his already dirty robes.

"You don't have to thank me, I should do this."

Yun Jian: "It's been 1000 years."

Even if it should be repaid, it is enough.

But Bu Lingchen sighed: "I also thought that sooner or later I would be able to pay off the debt of the year. It would be great if he really died a thousand years ago, and it would be great if he didn't show up now."

He simply lay down on the ground, looking at the scarlet sky, and at Yun Jian whose eyes were covered with white gauze.

"Your eyes... are also related to him, I... let me see for you..."

"No need."

Yun Jian interrupted: "I cut it out with my own hands, it's very simple, there is no possibility of repairing it."

Of course Bu Lingchen knew, he had practiced medicine for thousands of years, and he could tell with just one glance that his eyes were hopeless, but he...was so sorry.

"Yun Jian, when I find the key to turn on the soul-hunting lamp, and when the young Jiang Ye recovers, I'll give you back your eyes."

"Why?" Yun Jian was silent for a while, then frowned and said, "Even if you close your eyeballs, I may not be able to recover my eyesight, don't think about it."

"Uh..." Bu Lingchen really planned that.

Knowing that he has never done anything to apologize to Yun Jian, knowing that he died as a Taoist couple thousands of years ago, knowing that it is impossible for him to be reunited with the person who came back again, knowing that everything Feng Wuyou has done is impossible. He shouldn't be guilty of letting him take full power over himself.

He said that his Taoist companion was dead, that he didn't love her anymore, and didn't miss her anymore.

But why is he...

Yun Jian poked through this layer of secret window paper and said, "You actually care about him very much, otherwise why would you need to atone for a stranger who parted ways? I don't blame you, I can tell the difference between you and him, and you know that What do I think, but you still keep paying for his sins, which is enough to show that... "paying for the sins" in your heart is the only bond between you and him."

Paying for the sin - is the only bond between you and him.

"How do you..."

Bu Lingchen closed his eyes, raised his arms to cover his forehead, and said with a sad smile: "Yun Jian, your mouth is really poisonous."

Yun Jian did not deny it: "1000 years ago, he killed Jiang Ye, and 1000 years later, he came again, I will not let him go."

There are no living beings in the Demon Realm, and it is desolate everywhere. When you are out of breath, even the wind will not pity you.

"En." Bu Lingchen's throat rolled: "It should."

Yun Jian wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Bu Lingchen: "I will not die for him, I thought he was dead 1000 years ago, I just don't want to go down to meet him. It doesn't matter, I mean, There is no difference between now and 1000 years ago..."

What feeling did he not experience 1000 years ago?

Now it's just another experience, and he already has experience, so there's nothing to be sad about.

"Okay." Bu Lingchen waved his dirty sleeves, said with a hoarse voice and a lazy attitude: "It's almost dawn, you should go back, or he should be anxious if he can't see you .”

I don't know if it's because he's too tired, but Bu Lingchen's consciousness is a little dazed, his memory seems to go back to the past, and his eyes are full of sadness.

Subconsciously said to himself: "Yun Jian, you are really lucky, the young Jiang Ye must love you badly, always worry about you, and feel flustered when you don't see you...it's not like I was at that time..."

"He...he is too purposeful. I can't compare to the laws and laws he studies, the Qimen Dunjia he is obsessed with, and even the scripts and stories he wrote..."

"His focus is never on me. Sometimes I wonder if he... he actually... doesn't like me that much at all?"

"Uh..." It's hard to see through the matter of love, like a person who drinks water and knows whether he is warm or not.

Yun Jian didn't think he had any suggestions that could help Bu Lingchen.

Bu Lingchen didn't expect to get any answer, so he suddenly pulled his lips into a smile: "Forget it, forget it, it's meaningless to mention it."

"Yunjian, I have a question to ask you, are you really planning to fight back?"

Yun Jian nodded: "Even if I don't do anything, they won't stop."

"What about the young general Ye? Does he know?"

"Don't tell him."

Talking too much will only cause worry and even bring danger to Jiang Ye, Yun Jian thinks it is unnecessary.

Bu Lingchen figured it out, and he said: "I won't interfere with what you want to do, I will stay here and help the young general Ye turn on the soul-gathering lamp. If it succeeds, I will look for you again."

Yun Jian nodded and turned to leave.

His slender back was tall and straight like a pine, and his white robe was particularly eye-catching in the scarlet miasma. Even though he lost his eyes, he was still a god.

It is even completely different from the Yun Jian who has been familiar with Bu Lingchen for thousands of years.

He became very purposeful, tenacious like a mountain, and gentle like a stream of water. His stubbornness seemed to be infected by the night, and it became more and more dazzling, as if the lost "self" had been found. .

When everyone walked away, Bu Lingchen looked away.

While the eyelashes trembled, something slipped down the jaw and dripped into the scorched earth.

He touched his face, only to find that his fingers were wet, but the tear was clean when it fell into the mud-stained palm, and it was already mixed with mud, making it difficult to see the original appearance.

Not even dirt.

He said softly, "Taoist... It's better to die."