I, scum gong, never adore Master

[Two in one] Master, it hurts!

The coercion from the monks of the Mahayana period was exerted on the two of them, and they could only crawl on the ground in embarrassment, gritting their teeth to resist, and the ice under their knees was crushed into cracks.

Luo Yan just strayed into the secret realm because of the jade card given by Jiang Ye, and entered the cave with the formation by mistake, and then was teleported here inexplicably.

He has nothing to hide.

But Yun Jian didn't seem to believe what he said.

The good "brother" next to him hooked his hand again, like a feather scratching his palm lightly, causing a little itchiness.

The hostility in his eyes seemed to have dissipated a lot, he glanced helplessly, and tiptoed to his ear with Ye Ye's round eyes open.

He whispered, "Luo Yan is definitely fine, he doesn't bother to do those things."

"Uh..." Yun Jian gave him a look, as if to say, "That's how you know him?"

Jiang Ye nodded.

Long Aotian's way of obtaining opportunities is to stick them to him. He has a stubborn and arrogant personality, and he definitely disdains to use evil means to harm his methods.

He whispered: "It must be an accident for him to enter the secret realm. I gave him three jade tokens before, and there is a key to open the secret realm inside."

Yun Jian's thin lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, and turned his eyes away from him.

But Jiang Ye, who had been staring at Master, understood clearly, Master seemed to be saying:

—You trust him...

Jiang Ye didn't think about other aspects, but he vaguely felt that Master was not happy.

Thinking about it, he gave Luo Yan all the things that the master gave him. Isn't the master jealous?

But he couldn't explain it.

Could it be telling the master: Master, don't get me wrong, Luo Yan is the only steel straight man in the whole text, straighter than a lightning rod, and I have a pure brotherhood with him, we will never love you!

But that's too weird to say, isn't it?

Jiang Ye looked at Luo Yan worriedly, and saw that he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his body, which was tense to resist the coercion, relaxed a lot. It seemed that Master had shown mercy.

Zhong Lize gritted his teeth bitterly, trying his best to resist, while putting on an upright look, he asked Yun remonstrance.

"The trial of the disciples of the Immortal Gate does not allow monks above the Nascent Soul Realm to enter the secret realm. You... who are you?"

Yun Jian said indifferently: "Do you think that in the eyes of your master and all the celestial beings, it is a serious matter of a Mahayana cultivator straying into the secret realm, or are you sacrificing your colleagues and drawing such a sinister formation? Is the forbidden area more worthy of attention?"

Under the coercion, Zhong Lize, whose clothes were already wet with sweat, trembled.

Could it be that the person in front of him has seen everything he has done?

Who is this person?

He thought that he had seen the secrets of this world clearly, but he still couldn't guess who the two people who appeared inexplicably before him were.

Zhong Lize was so dazed by the coercion that he subconsciously glanced at the bubbling cold pool.

He had clearly designed to prevent Jiang Ye from entering the secret realm, and the opportunity that originally belonged to Jiang Ye would definitely not fall into Jiang Ye's hands this time.

And in this world, only he knows what kind of opportunities are hidden here, and he never expected to meet Luo Yan.

But there is nothing to be afraid of, Luo Yan is just an outer disciple, even if he disappears, no one will find out, and when he succeeds, he will kill the person who got in the way.

But he didn't expect this place to be so dangerous. If someone hadn't accidentally trespassed, he might have been frozen in the ice cave for the rest of his life.

The moment he was rescued, he made up his mind that his secret could not be discovered, and the two people in front of him, including Luo Yan, could not leave alive.

Unexpectedly, this ordinary young man turned out to be a Mahayana monk!

After a short thought, another plan quickly took shape in his mind.

At this moment, another piece of ice under his knees cracked, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat.

If this continues, his knees will be shattered, and his body that has been piled up into a "best bone" with great difficulty will also be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Zhong Lize gritted his teeth: "Let me go, I'll tell you."

"Okay." The coercion exerted by Yun Jian eased a bit.

Zhong Lize took a breath: "You guessed right, I did those."

The person in front of him is a smart person, he can't fool him with his mouth full of lies, he can only tell the truth.

But what if you know?

They couldn't get out alive anyway.

Luo Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Zhong Lize in disbelief.

"How can you!"

He instinctively hated the chief, and Luo Yan had noticed a lot of the shady tricks he did, but he was only an outer disciple, so he couldn't speak to the chief.

Thinking about it, Zhong Lize could be regarded as a villain, but he never thought that he would be so insane!

"Those...are human lives."

"So what?"

Zhong Lize glanced coldly at Luo Yan with his fierce eyes blushing bloody under the coercion.

"Uh..." In their hearts, maybe the cultivators outside the cave who were used for sacrifices have been sucked out of their spiritual power, are they dead?

Yun Jian said indifferently: "Continue."

Zhong Lize: "There is an artifact in the cold pool of the ice cave. I came here for it. Since you saved my life, the artifact belongs to you. I have nothing to say. After I go out, I will tell you about the artifact. I won’t tell anyone, I hope you will keep your mouth shut about my experience of drawing the formation and coming here.”

Jiang Ye sneered, Zhong Lize really has a big face.

Does he think that everyone cares about artifacts as much as he does?

Now that Zhong Lize has admitted it, Jiang Ye felt that it would be better to kill him and tell the head of the matter in detail, so that he would be severely punished. The pious chief lost face and disguise, let's see what he does!

"My brother doesn't care..."

Before finishing Jiang Ye's conversation, he let go of his hand, and he looked up at Yun Jian in a daze.

Yun Jian frowned and stared at the bubbling cold pool for a while, his peach eyes seemed to be looking at the past life through the mountains and mountains, ethereal and empty.

"elder brother?"

Yun Jian glanced back at him, his eyes were full of complexity that Jiang Ye couldn't understand.

Okay, my brother cares, so I slapped him in the face.

The hand that held Jiang Ye just now suddenly burst into a blazing white firework, pulling out countless strands of light from it, and suddenly attacked Zhongli Ze and Luo Yan.

In the blink of an eye, they were bound firmly.

Master said softly: "Wait for me here."

Flying in white clothes, Shizun jumped into the cold pool by himself. There was only a slight ripple on the water surface, not even a splash.

Jiang Ye nodded his head after realizing it.

He must have to wait here, Master is not afraid of cold pool water, he is.

Squatting cautiously by the edge of the cold pool and looking in, the blue waves are clear, but there is no movement at the bottom of the water, because there is no light from the bottom, it is pitch black.

This cold pool is really deep!

……

After Yun Jian jumped into the cold pool, it took a long time before he fell to the bottom.

This cold pool looks not shallow, but it is actually as deep as a chasm.

He ignited a cluster of white flames in the palm of his hand, barely illuminating the surrounding environment, and what was farther away was like thick ink that couldn't disperse and couldn't see clearly.

He was originally a fire-type spiritual root, so even if his cultivation base was strong, he would not feel very comfortable in this icy cold pool.

What's more, for thousands of years, the innate hot spirit flow in his body seemed to be suppressed by something, and he was trapped in the soul all the year round, so that his hands and feet were cold.

Yun Jian frowned slightly, suppressed the discomfort forcibly, and searched at the bottom of the pool.

It seemed to hear the "clang" sound of chains colliding not far away.

He was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that some memory was about to flow into the sea of ​​consciousness, this feeling was clearer than the moment he was delayed outside the ice cave.

Lured him to walk towards the source of the sound step by step.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a cluster of faint light leaked into the thick, ink-like darkness. It wasn't the flame in his palm, but that light was filled with a bloody red mist.

The further you go, the thicker the red fog and the brighter the light.

When he found the light source, he was still shocked by the tall altar in front of him, although he was used to it.

The red light source came from the engraved lines on the huge altar. It was hard to see what kind of spell was drawn, but the blood stains in the groove seemed to have solidified thousands of years ago and no longer flowed.

That red light is emitted by the blood.

Yun Jian floated up and looked down at the altar's spell. In his memory, he seemed to have a sense of familiarity with this sacrificial spell, but he couldn't remember anything.

In the center of the altar stood a sword wrapped in copper rust, without the breath of sword spirit, it was just broken copper and rotten iron.

But looking at the depth of the sword inserted into the altar, and the cracked lines around it, one can imagine that this sword might have been a divine weapon back then, but now, there is nothing left.

Is this the artifact that Zhong Lize wants to get?

Yun Jian frowned, no matter how many years ago the rumor was, it would actually become untrue if it was passed on.

He had a judgment in his mind.

The place that the teleportation array sent them to should be the biggest secret forbidden area in Yunmiao Mountain——Suhuijian.

And this sword...

Could it be the rumored artifact of disaster?

Yun Jian felt a little absurd.

He jumped to the center of the altar, and touched the hilt of the broken sword with his palm. Suddenly, it was like a mountain rock cracking and exploding, and it was like a stormy sea rolling up rocks, rushing towards his face.

The sound of rumbling chains encircled the center of the altar. Yun Jian subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but his palm was stuck by the sword, and he couldn't pull it out. He could only open the defensive barrier to resist.

The enchantment was not under any attack, and he looked around without any chains.

But the real sound of the chains colliding is still pouring into the cochlea.

"Uh... ah—"

In a trance, he heard a painful muffled sound.

The sound seemed to come from his own throat!

Then there was the sound of the chains twisting into the flesh, and...the blade pierced the body, piercing the skin and muscles...

He was sure he hadn't been attacked in any way.

But as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them again, everything in front of him changed.

He saw the chains protruding from the rock wall in all directions attacking the blood-stained person in the center of the altar, twisting the person's arms, and deeply strangling into the flesh and blood.

The blood stained the white clothes, and the man hung his head, enduring the pain.

A sharp blade pierced his heart suddenly, the horizontal blade pierced open, and the blood hole was hideous, and then the blade seemed to have its own consciousness, and started to turn around looking for something, spreading his bloody wound open, sword after sword, kill his heart.

The blood gushes out, drips on the altar, and fills the entire altar little by little along the lines engraved with the incantations. Golden fine sand flows in the blood, and the red-gold light illuminates the darkness.

The man who lowered his head and endured the pain seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, panting heavily and raising his head.

Messy black hair spread from both sides of the cheeks, revealing a pale face like paper.

Yun Jian's pupils shrank suddenly, he stood opposite the man, and suddenly saw the man's face clearly!

It turned out——exactly the same as him!

The man endured the pain, but raised his head and smiled, his broken voice clanged out word by word from his hoarse throat: "That's all, can you bear it?"

"You made me forget, but I don't want to forget! I won't forget hate! And I won't... forget him!"

"what--"

As if to retaliate against his arrogance, the sword that killed his heart was controlled by some kind of force, and it pierced into his chest swiftly and violently with anger.

The heart in his chest was about to be smashed.

Until the tip of the sword found its target, and with a strong pick, a piece of soft flesh covered by the halo was peeled off.

In an instant, it was absorbed and swallowed by the sword.

The man seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, his consciousness was confused, as if he had lost something completely, blood and tears overflowed from those scarlet eyes filled with hatred.

His lips were still trembling, and he murmured subconsciously: "I will not forget... I will not forget..."

But this was just his wishful thinking. The sword that killed his heart was full and completely absorbed the piece of soft meat. The sword body glowed red and black, evil and hot.

As the sword light flourished, the man who was tortured to the point of collapse found that the memories he couldn't grasp were like quicksand, dissipating in his sea of ​​consciousness little by little.

The peach eyes filled with hatred and despair gradually became hollow...

Tears of blood were still flowing, dripping down on the altar and onto the sword.

The satisfied sword seemed to possess spiritual wisdom, and it jumped up suddenly to fly out of the cold pool, but was defeated by a coercion from the sky, and was ruthlessly stabbed into the center of the altar.

The sword light flickered on and off for a few times, and soon withered, and the mottled rust instantly covered the sword body.

So...it was a piece of broken metal.

Perhaps this sword will never understand people's hearts, and what it means to be "a cunning rabbit dies, and a lackey cooks."

Apart from being stunned by this man's face identical to his own for a moment, Yun Jian didn't have any turmoil in his heart, just like the emotions that have been neither sad nor happy for thousands of years.

But the confusion still lingers in my mind.

The uneasiness when being brought back to the Huijian by the teleportation array, the trance when being brought into the ice cave by the ice crystal of the spirit, plus this residual image from many years ago...

It seemed that an unknown truth deep in his memory was just about to move, about to surge out of his heart.

The flickering red light was still surging in front of his eyes, and the man whose arms were bound by chains seemed to be dying.

However, a warm light-colored spiritual flow slowly overflowed from his heart, turning into a translucent human figure, and he stretched out his arms to embrace the man covered in blood.

Vaguely looks like a teenager.

That thing is not even a soul, at most it is just an obsession left in the world.

The gurgling spring overflowed from the translucent boy's body, turning into a condensed spring, pouring into the man's heart continuously, repairing the broken, almost smashed heart.

"It doesn't hurt anymore...it's okay...don't be afraid..."

The young man stuck to the man's ear and comforted him with words, but unfortunately the man's consciousness was chaotic and he could hardly hear anything.

He embraced him, and as the vitality was used to fill the wound, the boy's shadow became fainter and his figure became more and more transparent.

Although the picture in front of him looks real, Yun Jian knows very well that it is just a memory stored in Broken Sword.

For thousands of years, Yun Jian has hardly any emotion.

Love and hate, pity, sentimentality, pain, joy... these are all extravagant to him, he can't feel them.

Why at this moment, he felt flustered because of the young man's gradually disintegrating remnant soul?

My heart felt like it was stung by something, and it suddenly throbbed.

Gradually, strange emotions controlled him, and he sighed and said a word: "Don't do that, you won't be able to save him, if this continues, your fascination will disappear completely."

He was stunned for a moment when he said something similar to worry.

Laughing at myself for taking the afterimages seriously, and laughing at when would I be someone who worried about other people's life and death?

Is it because this man has a similar face to him?

A similar... face?

Yun Jian raised his head suddenly, turned his eyes to look at the man's face, but suddenly met the pair of almond eyes of the almost transparent boy whose body shape could not be seen clearly!

The boy's body was almost collapsed, but those eyes still looked at him tenderly.

His lips moved and he couldn't make a sound, but Yun Jian saw it.

He's saying - it's okay.

The acupuncture in the heart seemed to turn into a piercing heart, Yun Jian frowned because of the inexplicable pain, everything in front of his eyes began to blur, shrouded in blood mist.

He was born with a pair of eyes that could break through emptiness, and the tricks made by ice crystals couldn't confuse him at all, but he still couldn't help but fell into a strange emotion.

With a dull pain in his heart, he closed his eyes for a long time, and when he opened them again, his eyes were drenched with blood.

My whole body hurts, and my heart hurts even more.

He suddenly found that the memory picture in front of him was gone, the boy was gone, and the man who had the same face as himself was gone.

And he...

His arms were bound by chains and he was suspended in the air!

There was a cramping pain in his arm, and his chest was stuffy. When he finally caught his breath, he felt the pain in his heart and the warmth of being gradually healed...

The eyelashes fluttered, and it took a long time to see through the blood fog in front of the boy who was about to fade away.

The boy smiled at him, and the palm that was so faint that he could hardly feel any existence slowly stroked his cheek.

"Nirvana is painful, but you have to hold back."

That was the last sentence the boy said, and then it turned into smoke and gravel and dissipated away.

"Don't...don't go!"

It took almost all of Yun Jian's strength to instinctively say this sentence of persuasion.

But what's the use?

The boy still disappeared, and the last ray of light in that cluster of life would also be taken away.

All that was left was the blood that flowed into the inscribed talisman array, emitting a ferocious red light that seemed to drive him mad and bloodthirsty.

Yun Jian bit his lip and held his breath.

He is very clear that this is a memory, this is something that has already happened.

And he clearly realized that he was trapped in this body of memory, which seemed to bring back emotions that he had never felt before.

Who is he?

Is this man him?

This is his memory from thousands of years ago?

It was too chaotic, and the sea of ​​consciousness was shattered to death.

It was as if a lot of broken mirrors were suddenly stuffed into a fog, and every fragment reflected his shadow. Those unfamiliar pictures were trying to piece together, but they could never find the correct position.

He looked up at Na Mo who was about to fly out of the cold pool, as if blown by the wind and the current of the water could disperse a clean light-colored streamer.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to reach out nervously.

But when he moved, blood was drawn out of both arms again, and the chain clanged, making a dull sound.

Not knowing whether it was the chains that made his arms hurt too much, or because he was chasing the light that had disappeared, Yun Jian tried his best to mobilize spiritual power from his body to tear the chains.

"Ah—it hurts!"

The young man's howling of pain suddenly broke into his ears.

Yun Jian was taken aback for a moment, the voice was the same as that of the disappeared boy.

"Master, calm down, let me go, my arm hurts..."

The young man's voice was too aggrieved, and he was crying, because he was really hurt by Yun Jian's aggressive spiritual power.

His voice was like a rope holding Yun Jian, pulling Yun Jian out of the terrifying and disturbing broken memory.

Subconsciously, Yun Jian didn't want to hear the young man crying out for his grievance, so he collected his spiritual power in silence.

Only when I closed my eyes did I feel that there were no chains binding my arms at all. The pain in my arms and heart was like an illusion.

And the warm body that was close to him behind him, with his arms around him, gradually made him feel at ease.

The shortness of breath gradually stabilized.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of hands tightly locked on his waist and abdomen were still bleeding, trembling and refused to let go.

Yun Jian subconsciously raised his hand to tear him away, but when he touched the wound, he was startled by the young man's painful sound.

Yun Jian: "Relax, I'm fine."

"do not want!"

Pressing Ye's face sideways to his back, he shook his head fiercely.

"Let go, you will still be like that."

Thinking of Master's appearance just now, Jiang Ye's voice trembled, not because of fear, but because of... heartache.

"What kind?" Yun Jian asked indifferently.

Jiang Ye didn't speak, just hugged him like this, he trembled more than Shizun.

Thinking of Master's appearance, his heart felt trembling and sour again.

He was obedient and obedient, staying in the ice cave, guarding by the cold pool, waiting for the master to come back, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, and he was very anxious.

At this time, the calm surface of the pool suddenly boiled violently, like a pot of boiling water.

Jiang Ye didn't know what happened.

Zhong Lize said: "He touched the artifact. If he was safe, he would have come up with the artifact. I'm afraid he was trapped at the bottom of the pool. Little brother, help me untie this bondage, and I might be able to save him."

Jiang Ye gave him a blank look.

He is not stupid, and Zhong Lize has been tricked and framed by Zhong Lize one after another. If he really believes him this time, then his head must have been squeezed by the door.

"A liar!" Jiang Ye said bitterly.

He knelt down by the pool and observed for a while, frowning again. Not only was the boiling water not calm, but strands of scarlet gushed out instead.

Jiang Ye looked silly.

Zhong Lize sneered and said, "He's already injured, if you don't let me go, are you going to wait for him to die?"

"Shut your crow's mouth!"

Jiang Ye gave Zhong Lize a hard look, and really didn't dare to wait any longer.

He was terrified of this kind of water storage pit. It took a lot of courage to save Shiratori by wading through the water pool that stretched over his waist last time, and the cold pool in front of him was unpredictable, not to mention how dangerous it was. It's so deep that he can suffocate just thinking about it.

He glanced back at Luo Yan, pulled out a thread from the thin thread tied on Luo Yan's body, and wrapped it around his waist.

"I believe in you, if I pull the line, you pull me up."

Luo Yan was a little dazed, he was not familiar with this young man, and might even have a hostile relationship, why did this man trust him so much?

Using the cover of his body, Jiangye exposed his wrist to Luo Yan, and then made a motion to feel his pulse.

Luo Yan: "!!"

Jiang Ye stretched out his finger to touch Luo Yan's lips, Luo Yan nodded slightly, his face was full of surprise.

Jiang Ye didn't know how much courage it took to jump into the cold pool.

It sank deeper and deeper, deeper and darker, he wanted to give up several times, as long as he pulled the string around his waist, Luo Yan would pull him up if he sensed it.

But also... All previous efforts were wasted.

But as long as he thought about the oath he had impassionedly sworn to his master, he would slam his best instrument—retreat.

chilly.

The water around him was freezing cold, and he shivered with cold.

Fortunately, some time ago, under the guidance of the master, he practiced hard, at least he was able to stabilize his spiritual power for a short time, so that he would not drown.

The bottom of the pool is deep and dark.

As if being guided by something in the dark, the disciple Qi Youyou on his wrist lights up, leading him to find the master.

Originally I thought Master was trapped by something and was fighting against evil forces, but I didn't expect to see such a scene.

At the bottom of the quiet water, on the altar filled with thick red mist, the master closed his eyes tightly, holding a sword deeply embedded in the stone crevice, his whole body trembling as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

He saw Master struggling, as if he was trapped by something.

From Jiang Ye's perception, the master has always been indifferent to emotions, and most of the time his face is warm and moist, even if he is unhappy, it is just a cold face.

He had never seen him like this before, as if he was tortured, imprisoned, drained of vitality, fearful of anger, helpless, struggling desperately, but unable to struggle.

He even called out the majestic spiritual power in his body to hit his arms, and his white clothes were stained with blood and scarred.

"Master—"

Jiang Ye yelled at him, but it was useless. He fell into a deep nightmare and couldn't wake up at all. He used spiritual power to attack his flesh and blood again and again.

If this goes on like this, Master's arm will be crippled!

Jiang Ye rushed over in a hurry, embraced the master from behind, and firmly suppressed his arm.

Sensing that his arms were bound again, Yun Jian was furious, and squandered his spiritual power even more fiercely to attack the things that bound him.

"Master! It hurts—"

Jiang Ye really hurts!

His arms seemed to have been cut by thousands of blades, and he suddenly felt fear, lest his arms would be broken just like that, and it would be a waste.

With a twitch of my brain, I still felt that it matched the master's white clothes quite well.

He laughed angrily at his incomprehensible play.

Fortunately, Master finally woke up...

Jiang Yehao was aggrieved and sad, raised his wet almond eyes, and stared at Master's pair of peach eyes that were gradually fading scarlet.

The master stared at his scarred hand in silence for a long time.

The fundus is complicated.

While brewing a spiritual current to heal Jiang Ye's wounds, he asked in a hoarse voice, "I just...what happened?"

Jiang Ye choked with sobs: "It's like being possessed by an evil spirit."

Master sighed, his thoughts seemed to be still confused.

Master's spiritual power is not as cold as his body, but with a warm current, and within a moment, the wound on the back of Jiang Ye's hand has scabbed, and the warm current also dissipated the biting chill under the pool.

He couldn't help but sigh comfortably.

Seeing his master staring at his wound for a long time, Jiang Ye scratched his head: "It's...it doesn't hurt very much."

"It's ok."

The boy's gentle almond eyes stared deeply at Yun Jian.

Yun Jian's mottled memory seemed to be even more chaotic.

He suddenly became short of breath, and all he could think of was the boy who was about to disappear, trembling his lips, saying silently——it doesn't matter.

Are you going to disappear?

do not leave!

"Master, you..." Heal your wounds too...

The second half of the sentence was choked in his throat, and before he could spit it out, Jiang Ye was caught off guard by a fierce hug.

The reason why it is called vicious is because he was almost pulled into the chest, his arms twitched fiercely, trying to crush the spine on his back, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe anymore.

He belatedly discovered...

The one who hugged him was... Master?

He was stunned, and countless uncontrollable images that made his face turn yellow flashed through his mind.

Hastily stretched out his hand to push in panic: "Master, you can't!"

"do not move!"

The scorching breath lingered in the ear, and the master's hoarse voice was a bit fierce and fearful, as if he was afraid of losing his treasure.

Wrap your arms around his back even tighter...

Jiang Ye didn't dare to move anymore, the master's words were almost fierce, he felt that if he resisted again, he would probably be eaten alive.

The author says:

Both me and Maomao are fine, emmm Master is not very well...

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!