Don't bother, just kill

Jiang Ye couldn't find a reason or an excuse to escape, and Xiao Tong stood guard at the gate of the Disciple Garden, as if he would never leave unless he was taken to Shenyin Peak.

Stepping on the Shenyin Peak again, he was taken to a mountain surrounded by clouds.

A high platform was built here, surrounded by undulating spiritual energy.

The seven peaks of Yunmiao Mountain all have such buildings, which are for the owner of the mountain to practice and meditate on a daily basis, and to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

Jiang Ye blushed when he saw Jiang Ye in such an ordinary place.

The color waste in the brain can't be controlled to come out.

Indescribable...changing venues...

I can't describe it any more...and then change the venue...

This is one of the favorite venues used by the disciples in the original text.

Because on the high platform, except for the vague clouds and the veils fluttering in the wind, it can be said that it is almost an open-air place. This kind of fear of being peeped will make Master more nervous. The apprentice is even happier, and can appreciate the shy and panicked expression of the master...

But in the original text, every time the master and the apprentice do something here, it is not the initiative, but the apprentice excuses that there is plenty of spiritual power here, which can better relieve the heat poison on his body.

Why this time...

Jiang Ye didn't think too much about it, and behind the raised veil, he saw a master dressed in white, with silver hair hanging down to his knees, his back was facing him.

The master swung the boy away, leaving only the two of them, master and apprentice.

The master turned his head and approached him step by step, his face was calm and cold, like a banished immortal.

Thinking of the master's face turning red after a while, Jiang Ye had already figured out what the master's unbearable humiliation would look like, with the tide like a peach blossom under the ice of a cold pool.

It's no wonder that he was thinking wildly, looking up and seeing each other every day, and always bouncing back and forth at the scene of the crime.

Can he calm down?

Jiang Ye's skin is thin, and it is easy to get on the face when you are shy.

But this time, the master no longer thinks that he is a lingering poison as before. He knows exactly what is going on in this apprentice's mind.

A gleam of anger finally surfaced on the deserted face of Wannian Wubo.

Master's voice was no longer so gentle, but ordered: "Come here."

Jiang Ye walked over shyly, almost with the same hands and feet, at a speed that can be called turtle speed.

"I... really... can't do it."

"what?"

Master didn't hear the night sound like mosquitoes and flies, but after thinking about it, it wasn't a good word, so he didn't continue to ask.

He grabbed Jiangye's hand and pulled him closer.

Jiang Ye suddenly panicked, almost crying, his almond eyes, which were still bruised, were slightly red, opened round like puppies, aggrieved and afraid.

"Master, I can't do it today! I really can't do it!"

If he was a girl, he could say that he was an aunt.

The master didn't care about his nonsense at all, and was afraid of hearing something more outrageous than the tiger and wolf words in the dream.

Frowning, he said indifferently, "Shut up."

Jiang Ye covered his mouth and closed it.

But the master didn't do anything other than holding his wrist and stroking his fingertips.

Jiang Ye suddenly realized again!

I thought: I am attacking!As long as he doesn't take the initiative, can the master still overlord the king?

His wrist was held by the master, and the cool spiritual power was swimming on it. After a while, the densely entangled silk-like thread on the wrist surfaced on the skin.

The same is true for the wrist that Master is holding him.

Jiang Ye was startled, the soft hair on the top of his head shaking.

like……

Did he think too much just now?

The master lowered his eyes and glanced at the soft hair on top of his head, and said lightly: "Today, I will undo your apprenticeship and set you free. From now on, you and I will no longer be masters and apprentices."

Looking at Jiang Ye who was in a daze, the master opened his thin lips lightly: "You...you better leave Yunmiao Mountain, and don't set foot here from now on." He said coldly, without any superfluous emotions.

Before Jiang Ye could react, the master held his hand tightly again, and at the same time, a majestic spiritual flow gushed out from the palm of the master.

At first, my wrist felt hot, like ants were climbing.

Gradually, with some scorching heat, the climbing ants began to bite the skin and flesh.

When the skin on his wrist was extremely hot, as if being scorched in a fire, he felt that the flesh on his wrist was almost eaten away by something.

Panting heavily in pain, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his back was already wet.

In fact, the same is true of the burning red of the master's wrist, but this person is too tolerant, his face does not change, but his expression becomes more and more confused.

The contract of life and death can't be broken...

The master drooped his eyelashes, closed his eyes, and let out a ray of consciousness into the bond line.

After a while, the eyes opened, and the expression in the peach pupils was full of disbelief.

He stared at Jiang Ye's face for a long time, Jiang Ye was so painful that he was about to pass out, he couldn't even stand upright, his vision was even blurred, he didn't see the complex flash in Master's eyes.

Master loosened his grip on his wrist, Jiang Ye staggered and fell to his knees, gasping for breath.

The pain in the wrist suddenly disappeared.

When he regained his composure, he hurriedly looked at his wrist. The pure white silk thread was still tightly attached to his red skin, without any looseness.

He was a little uncertain: "Untie... have you untied it?"

"No."

It's so easy to guess Ye's emotions are written on his face.

He was extremely disappointed, his eyes were aggrieved and sad, the arc of his mouth gradually collapsed, and even the soft hair on his head was sticking to his scalp, not shaking anymore.

Master glanced at him, then looked away.

He felt strange, didn't this daring apprentice covet him?

All he could think about was such nasty things. It stands to reason that Jiang Ye should not release the discipleship contract in order to cling to him. Why is he not happy if he failed to release the contract?

But in an instant, he had a new understanding.

After all, the world despises things that go against the norms between master and apprentice. If Jiang Ye covets him and wants to hang out with him, he must break away from the relationship between master and apprentice, so as to be justified.

Ah……

Master snorted coldly.

I think this apprentice is really naive, it's just whimsical.

If there was no fetter of the master-student relationship between them, the Immortal Venerable of Shenyin Peak would not even give him a look.

What reason does he have, and in what capacity is he daydreaming under his nose?

So far, Yun Jian was too lazy to guess what Jiang Ye was thinking.

Another thing bothered him even more.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance, and after a while, the veil on the high platform was lifted.

Bu Lingchen swayed around.

Seeing that the contract silk thread on Jiang Ye's wrist was still there, he frowned.

The master ordered Jiang Ye to go back first, and Jiang Ye hesitated to speak. It felt very bad to be summoned like this, and to go away. He has only been here for a few days, and he has encountered this kind of thing several times.

I felt a little suffocated in my heart, holding my breath, and felt that Master didn't respect people.

But still had to back down.

Bu Lingchen raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you untie it?"

"Ah."

"What is the reason?"

Yun Jian didn't explain, rubbed the center of his brows, and asked, "Have you finished your investigation?"

Bu Lingchen nodded, "There has always been a problem with his identity. You didn't care about it before. When Jiang Ye was sent to Yunmiao Mountain, he used the identity of the nephew of the master of the Cangwu family.

Although the Lord Jun has many brothers and sisters, Jiang Ye's mother has never been found, and his father's identity has never been mentioned. "

As he said that, he looked at Yun Jian's calm and unwavering face, and he didn't see any surprise expression. Bu Lingchen felt bored, so he had to finish speaking mechanically.

"The identities and backgrounds are all fake, he seems to have appeared out of thin air."

"Aren't you surprised?"

Yun Jian smiled slightly and hooked his lips, but there was no smile on his face.

"Compared to his identity as a shell, I found another interesting thing."

"Tell me." Bu Lingchen picked up a cup of brewed tea on the desk, blew on it, and brought it to his lips.

Yun Jian's eyes, which had been indifferent for thousands of years, showed a playful expression for the first time, as if he thought it was interesting, the fingertips of one hand gently rubbed the wrist of the other hand.

Thin lips parted slightly: "The little puppet sent by Mr. Cangwu's family has been replaced."

"The soul in that shell was replaced by another person's."

Before he could drink the tea that was brought to his lips, Bu Lingchen said in surprise, "Are you sure?"

Yun Jian: "Didn't you realize how abnormal he is recently?"

Bu Lingchen thought for a while, "Indeed, he used to be very naughty, he either skipped class or went to flower houses. He even dared to steal your sand tang fruit. Seeing you, he wanted to hide and run away. It's really different now."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yun Jian who had a calm face.

Then he said embarrassingly: "He blushes when he sees you now, I attribute this abnormality to liking, what do you think?"

Yun Jian: "..."

Yun Jian didn't bother to argue with him, and said bluntly: "It doesn't matter to me if the soul is replaced, but now the life-death contract has been branded into his current soul."

Bu Lingchen was taken aback for a moment, the teacup in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"What did you say?!"

He was stunned.

Originally, when Yun Jian said that he wanted to undo the life-and-death contract with Jiang Ye, he didn't think there was any problem.

The life-and-death deed is only on the surface and stays on the body, even if Yun Jian forcibly undoes it, at most he will be damaged, and he needs to cultivate for a period of time.

Anyway, this person is like wood, and he is not afraid of pain.

As for Jiang Ye... [-]% of them will be disabled for life, just lose one hand, no one will care.

Now the problem is a bit serious.

Unexpectedly, the contract would be branded into Jiang Ye's soul at this time, and it would not be easy to unravel it now.

Once burned into the soul, life and soul will be connected.

As the branding gets deeper, their lives will be closely linked together, one will be damaged and the other will die, life and death will be joined together, and their lives will be connected with each other.

If the contract is not understood, life and death are shared.

If someone with a heart wants to harm Yun Jian, he doesn't need to consider the status of Yunmiao Mountain and the strength of the Immortal Venerable of Shenyin Peak at all, just attack Jiang Ye who is connected with his fate.

What's terrible is that this contract cannot be undone in the world!

Bu Lingchen completely put away that indecency, with a worried expression on his face.

"What are you going to do?"

Yun Jian was still indifferent, and he picked up the cup of tea that Bu Ling Chen couldn't drink, and he took a sip.

"Even if the life-death deed is imprinted into his soul, it has only been a few days until now, and the imprint is not deep now."

"So, you plan to forcibly erase the contract?" Bu Lingchen frowned and thought for a while, as if he had figured it out, "It's okay, if he survives a catastrophe and his soul is injured, at worst he will become a fool and let Yun Miao The mountains are raised."

"Who said I would forcibly erase the contract?"

Yun Jian's peach-blossom eyes that were supposed to be tender and tender suddenly looked in the direction where Jiang Ye left, and the peach-blossom pool in the spring was suddenly sealed with frost, and ice skates were drawn out.

Word by word: "Don't bother, just kill."

Today, there is clearly no wind on the high platform of Shenyin Peak, but the bushes not far below the platform are trembling.

The author says:

Jiang Ye: Dangerous! !

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