I, scum gong, never adore Master

For thousands of years, have you thought about me?

When Jiang Ye realized that he was dreaming, he was carrying a handful of clear springs in lotus leaves, and brought them to his thin lips. The contours of the lips were beautiful, but they hadn't taken in water for a long time, and the lips were a little dry The spots are cracked, and the color is even more pale as paper.

Jiang Ye heard a sound coming from his throat, timid and beyond his control.

"Are you thirsty? Drink some water."

The other party's throat was terribly hoarse due to dryness, but he stubbornly resisted in a cold voice: "Get out."

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, and still folded the lotus leaf to make a gap for drinking, and brought it to his lips, but the other party turned his head fiercely, dodging and refusing.

The water in the lotus leaf wobbled and splashed half of it, Jiang Ye felt so distressed for some reason.

Jiang Ye was a little anxious: "Drink some water, this is not ordinary water, it's Liquan, it's good for you."

The other party's dry and fragile thin lips still slashed fierce words like knives.

"roll!"

Extremely cold, extremely fierce.

Jiang Ye felt so wronged, his hand holding the lotus leaf trembled a little, and looked down at his reflection in the spring in the palm of his hand, realizing that this appearance of himself was very strange.

The slightly round almond eyes turned into a pair of phoenix eyes hanging from the end of the eyes, the bridge of the nose was raised a lot, the lips became thinner, the edges and corners of this face were a bit sharp, and the appearance looked very dignified and arrogant.

This is not his own appearance at all, even in his dream, he is very clear.

He looked up at his surroundings.

The strong wind is like a knife cutting, wrapping frost and snow on the cheeks like a sharp blade, the sky is leaden gray, the clouds are very low, thick as if stained with a little ink, flowing down from the sky, swaying all the way here, snow accumulation The ones are thick enough to spread out on the ground enough to go over the ankles.

And the person in front of him was kneeling in the snow, surrounded by steep peaks, this place seemed to be a prison that had been chopped down with an axe.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. Scarlet blood was oozing from a thin robe embroidered with the dark pattern of the phoenix. His arms were tightly locked by chains covered with thorns and thorns. cold rock face.

The long black hair was blown up by the strong cold wind, revealing that beautiful face that was almost as pale as paper.

He was extremely tired and in pain, but he frowned and bit his lip without saying a word.

His dry and chapped lips were bleeding from his bite, which seemed to add a touch of color to the vast and bleak gray sky.

Jiang Ye looked at those extremely familiar peach blossom eyes, even though those eyes were looking at him with disgust and resentment at the moment, he was still very excited and wanted to call "Master" and untie the rope of his imprisonment , wanted to get closer to hug him, but found that his hands and feet were out of his control.

He knew it was a dream, and he couldn't control himself in the dream.

The body he was attached to was a little aggrieved, and looked at Yun Jian with some pity.

He couldn't make Yun Jian accept his kindness no matter what, even if Yun Jian died of thirst, he didn't want to be contaminated with the water he brought.

He could only dip his hands in the water, and moved to Yun Jian's lips to moisten those dry and chapped thin lips.

"hiss--"

There was a sudden pain in the fingertips, the dry thin lips were slightly parted, and the white teeth were slightly exposed, and he bit his finger in his mouth, blood suddenly gushed out from the fingertips, dyeing Yun Jian's lips even more bright red .

The force was almost to bite off his finger bones, but Jiang Ye never retracted his hand because of the pain, but smiled in relief.

The body murmured, "That's fine..."

Instead, he sent the injured finger to the vicious person's mouth again, and when he was bitten off again, he just frowned and endured the pain, and even squeezed his finger to make more blood flow.

This move made the other party stunned.

Yun Jian let go, closed his lips, closed his eyes, and said with complicated emotions: "Get out, get out."

Those peach eyes reflected his face which Jiang Ye was not familiar with. He was stunned for a long time, seeing his master's eyes were filled with indifference, strangeness bursting out of hatred, and all the familiar tenderness was gone. Nothing left, he felt very uncomfortable and wronged.

Unexpectedly, he broke free from the shackles of the dream in an instant, controlled his body, and murmured.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

His master didn't seem to hear him at all, but just glared at him with eternal anger, and because the chains binding his arms were tightened suddenly, the thorns and barbs suddenly cut into the flesh and blood, wringing out drops of blood, seeping into the pale frost in the snow.

His lips trembled from the pain, and he breathed heavily uncontrollably.

Just as Jiang Ye broke free from the shackles, he remembered the last dream, which was also this scene. He knew that he could not untie the chains that bound the master's arms, but seeing the master suffering in pain, he felt great pain in his heart, and just wanted to Desperately hugging his master, comforting his pain.

He rushed over, wanting to hug him in the frost and snow, and comfort him in the cold wind.

But he rushed to nothing, and the master in front of him suddenly turned into a mass of exploding snowflakes, scattered colorfully, and he didn't catch anything.

……

"Master... Master——"

Waking up in the night, the suffocating feeling in his chest that seemed to be suppressed by a huge stone in the dream suddenly dissipated. He was breathing heavily, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead due to panic.

"what happened?"

The voice of his master is close at hand.

Jiang Ye held his master's hand tightly like a conditioned reflex, his whole body was shivering, his senses gradually returned, and he felt a pair of arms around his waist and shoulders, embracing him.

The feeling of the dream was too real, Jiang Ye hadn't calmed down yet, his master patted him on the back unhurriedly.

When the line of sight gradually became clear, what came into my eyes was the not-so-spacious ceiling inside the carriage, on which hung a shark bead from the deep east sea, and the faint, soft but somewhat indifferent light illuminated the small carriage.

He was extremely exhausted, and looked up at the master who was close at hand through the light.

After staring at those peach blossom eyes that were indifferent but somewhat gentle to him for a long time, he finally regained some sense of reality and heaved a sigh of relief.

The hoarse voice was a little aggrieved: "I had a dream..."

"En." His master gently embraced his shoulders again, waiting for him to speak.

"I dreamed of Master, I..."

He frowned and didn't continue, because the master in the dream was in great pain.

And I don't know him yet, looking at his eyes makes him sadder than looking at a stranger, it is so fierce and desperate, just like he is his enemy.

It was hard for Jiang Ye to accept it, and he couldn't bear to repeat it again.

"What did you dream about?"

"No, nothing, I forgot..."

He quibbled, but his master didn't continue to question, just picked up the thin blanket on one side, covered him, and said softly: "Then sleep a little longer, it's not yet dawn."

That dream was very scary, and he couldn't sleep at night. He lay down by the window of the carriage, opened the curtain to look at the dark night road outside, and occasionally saw a house with lights not far away.

There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, not as bright as when it was full moon, but it was enough to illuminate the long road of the carriage, and there was the sound of Shenyan driving the carriage outside.

They had been away from Shenyin Peak for four or five days. The carriage traveled quickly, but it was less than half the distance.

Master is not in a hurry, he told Jiang Ye that he can't reveal that his spirit has been completely repaired, but also pretends that his cultivation is suppressed, Shenyan and Jiang Ye's cultivation are not very good, they can't do it Flying thousands of miles away from the wind, that's why I chose such a strenuous method, which invisibly lengthened the distance.

Jiang Ye always thought it was a little weird, his master seemed to be deliberately prolonging the trip, and the journey was not too slow, as if he was taking him on a tour.

Jiang Ye stared at the string moon for a while, then frowned and looked back at his master with some concern.

The soft light of the shark bead laid out on his master's beautiful face, the long eyelashes drooped slightly, his eyes were lightly closed, calm and calm, looking at the night, he really almost forgot the hideous memory in the dream.

He frowned, still a little worried.

In the dream, the chains wrapped around the master's arms reminded him of the edge of the weak water pool, the white plum tree, the chains were tied, and the sleepy bird screamed...

He knew that his master was not a human being, but a white bird with gorgeous feathers.

He didn't fear him, didn't feel strange, and even liked him very much.

It's just that he was deeply worried, so worried that the gap between his brows squeezed out, his eyes were sad and compassionate.

Yun Jian seemed to have sensed something, raised his eyelashes and half-opened his eyes to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"Master..." Jiang Ye hesitated for a while, but still expressed his concern: "Has the... that chain of the white plum tree really been lifted?"

Yun Jian was stunned for a while, smiled and put his arms around his apprentice's shoulders, and scratched the bridge of Jiang Ye's nose with his fingers: "What are you worrying about indiscriminately? Didn't you say it all? After you cut my soul and fill the cracks in me, I will be fine." Now, that thing can't trap me, and it's all right now."

"yes……"

Kejiang Yeclub felt restless in his heart, and inexplicable worries lingered in his chest and couldn't go away.

His worried and deeply frowning brows were gradually smoothed by the lips pressed by the master, and the moist kisses fell on his brows, eyelashes, bridge of nose, and rolled to the corners of his lips, gently pecking.

Jiang Ye was a little embarrassed, blushing and lowering his head to reject: "Master, don't... Shenyan is still outside."

"Who cares what other people do?"

Saying that, Yun Jian locked him with both arms, hugged him on his lap, kissed passionately, and breathed heavily.

……

The carriage drove out of the boundary of Yunmiao, and followed the direction of the extreme east, and was about to leave Daze.

And at the foot of Yunmiao Mountain, in the building and boat of Cuiwei Garden.

Rou Zhi was paralyzed on the ground, losing her vital signs, but her body was still soft, as if she was still alive. She held his half-rotten face in both hands, sighed, and dabbed some ointment on the rotten flesh.

"It would be a pity to destroy the skin that has been kept for so long."

The slender hand gently caressed Rou Zhi's cheek, as if holding some precious and fragile jade, carefully playing with it, the hand was as pale as if it had not seen the sun all year round, and there was a knife on the tiger's mouth that had not healed after many years scar.

"It's fine with this body, but this skin... I'm afraid Ze'er won't be happy."

Another person walked beside Rou Zhishi.

It was actually the head of Yun Miao——Jian Shichu!

The man in black rubbed Rouzhi's front with his hands a few times, wiping off the sticky ointment from his fingertips.

"Then head Jane can also choose not to use this body and let his soul continue to return to the rotten meat. I have no objection, after all... making him a puppet is better than turning him into an arrogant and unacceptable one." It is much easier to manage the living people under control, and it also makes people feel more at ease."

"I didn't mean that, you misunderstood."

The man in black laughed lightly, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly on the half of his pale face under the hood: "It's good to be alive, look at who in the whole world of cultivating immortals can get this honor?"

Jian Shichu nodded respectfully.

Before Jiang Ye left Yun Miao, he wrote a letter and hired a monk to run errands to send it to Cangwu City. By the time it was handed over to Jun Tong, several days had passed.

Juntong listened to Fengyi's report on the big and small affairs of the city every day, and he was not interested, so he seemed very impatient. Today, he was even more impatient when he received the news that Jiang Ye left Yunmiao Mountain to go to Huihui Island.

He interrupted Fengyi Machine's report wearily: "Mr. has already made a decision, why bother to tell me these things?"

Fengyi was stunned for a moment, lifted up the plain gray robe elegantly, got up from the soft cushion where he was kneeling, bent down respectfully, and smiled gently: "The young master is young, Fengyi is the only one who assists, but this Cangwu City will be handed over to the young master sooner or later, it is better for the young master to understand the affairs of the city earlier."

"Mr. Feng Yi." Jun Tong suddenly said seriously: "We all know each other well, and there is no one else here today, so why do you still play this trick?"

If other people see this weak, deceitful, simple and foolish young master like this at the moment, they may not dare to perfunctory him anymore and have to face him squarely.

There is still innocence in the young man's round, deer-like eyes, but this innocence does not prevent him from showing a sickly fierce look. His cheeks with milky fat are compatible with a strange appearance of innocence and cruelty, which is necessary It's scarier than that kind of desperado whose face is covered with scars and stares fiercely.

Feng Yi didn't seem to think how strange the boy's face change was, he still bowed respectfully and nodded.

"What the young master said is true." He paused, and then said: "The young master is free to go wherever he wants, but the young master should still finish his own duties first."

Jun Tong frowned, and said with that immature face: "Then let's settle the matter in the next two days, and there should be enough time to rush over."

Then, he said a series of creepy words.

"I have killed all those who spread rumors that my cousin is an accomplice. To prevent people from questioning my soul, I have completely shredded my soul. I can't let them slander my cousin's reputation, Immortal!" I don't care about that, since this group of lips and tongues must appear, I have an idea..."

His pure eyes like a deer in the forest turned to Fengyi: "Don't worry, sir, I have already figured out what role I am, and I know how to go. something..."

After Fengyi left, Juntong walked to the verandah, leaned on the railing, and looked down at the entire Cangwu City with his hands on his chin.

This is the tower with the best view in the City Lord's Mansion, and he likes to enjoy the scenery here very much recently.

Cangwu City is not as noisy as before, it is quiet and quiet, occasionally the ground is stained with red splashes, and soon a guard will come forward to clean it up, the fishy smell in the air is like a medicinal fragrance that can soothe his mind, squinting Seeing the paper kites flying all over the sky, he yelled down the tower: "Why are the paper kites so small these two days? The writing on them is too small, and the skin is too thick, so I can't put it high. If mother can't see it, don't look for those strong men, but look for those with soft skin and tender flesh!"

The guards below nodded and said yes, and went to do it immediately.

Jun Tong was not in a good mood at first, but he squinted his eyes and sniffed the rich aroma in the cloud of smoke, smiled, and looked back at a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was also strange, he was still young and strong, but his body was hunched over, his eyes couldn't see through, they were all cloudy.

Juntong: "Can today's wonton taste like before? If you cook it, I will let your son come back."

"But this... is clearly the same method, no different from before!"

"It's not the same, it doesn't taste right." Jun Tong took a sip and said with a frown.

"I've been dead for so many years, I can't remember this craft for a long time..."

The middle-aged man...or it should be said that the old man sighed helplessly, unable to resist, he could only sullenly use his son's hands to cook wontons one after another.

The news of Cangwu City is well sealed, and it is in the lower realm. Those fairy gates in the upper realm only know that it has changed hands, but they don't know what happened here, or some people know it, but pretend to be deaf. Dumb pretending to be ignorant.

In the misty cloud mountain, in the misty peak.

Bu Lingchen counted, Yun Jian and Jiang Ye should be out of Daze soon, further to the east is the inaccessible extreme east boundary, where the Huihui Island stands in the deep sea.

He cooked cat food for Philip in the boiler he set up, which was specially prepared by Jiang Ye before he went down the mountain. He said that cats like to eat it, and it is nutritious, and it can make Philip gain another ten catties.

But in fact, Philip really dislikes these meats mixed with barley grass. Philip likes to eat fish, preferably fresh fish, but when he heard that it was prepared for him by Jiang Ye, he pinched his nose and ate it .

Bu Lingchen took the prepared cat meal and walked towards the rock wall where Tongxiu Shenmai was recuperating.

Under the sunlight, he thought he was dazzled, but he saw Yun Jian, who was dressed in white, was about to go down the mountain holding the sleeping Feifei.

Do not……

That person doesn't seem to be Yun Jian, he has the same appearance and body shape as Yun Jian, but his jet-black hair makes Ling Chen feel dazed for a while, this will not appear on Yun Jian, let alone Yun Jianzao Just take Jiang Ye far away, and won't come back suddenly.

"Who are you?"

The person who looked exactly like Yun Jian turned his head to look at him, showing his white teeth, but smiled grimly.

Just as Bu Lingchen was about to step forward to stop him, a black-robed man appeared in front of him and stopped him. After such a short time, Fake Yunjian had already left Wulian Peak with the unconscious Feifei in his arms.

"Do you feel familiar? It's exactly the same as him a thousand years ago, right?"

"Uh..." The man in black lifted the hood on his head, looked at Bu Lingchen, and said quietly, "Long time no see."

"Ah!!" He admired the astonishment and panic in Bu Lingchen's eyes with great interest, and it was rare for him to show joy and sorrow from that pale face like a dead person.

"The last time we met was a thousand years ago, right? Have you thought about me in the past thousand years?"