I, scum gong, never adore Master

[One more] Will you just...don't like me?

This mansion was unoccupied, and Yun Jian carried Jiang Ye into a bedroom with confidence after investigating with his spiritual sense.

Jiang Ye was not seriously injured, and he brought a lot of wound medicine with him, all in case his weak and unable to take care of himself was accidentally injured, but he didn't expect to use it on himself.

The bloody hole in the waist and abdomen looked hideous, but in fact there was no major problem after applying the medicine, but Jiang Ye was afraid of pain, and he hummed unconsciously for a long time in a coma.

If the injury was on Yun Jian's body, he wouldn't even blink, but he knew that his little apprentice was terribly afraid of pain, so he poured spiritual power into him to relieve the pain.

In fact, compared to the discomfort caused by running away with spiritual power all over his body, Jiang Ye could bear the pain.

The wound healed quickly under the restoration of spiritual power, but the power accumulated in the spiritual veins that wanted to erupt a second time could not be suppressed and controlled by external forces.

The spirit veins were convulsing, and the sleeping boy was trembling all over.

Apart from Bodhi Immortal Grass being able to suppress this kind of spiritual violence, the more direct and effective way is actually... what Bu Lingchen called dual cultivation.

Using Yun Jian's powerful power to appease this disorder can also gradually cause this spiritual power to be decomposed and absorbed by Jiang Ye.

He knew that even if he got the Immortal Bodhi Grass, Jiang Ye would need to continue to accept his guidance in order to get better completely. This kind of thing is inevitable. Although it happened, this little apprentice doesn't remember anything, even from the traces of the details. I found the reason, but I just thought that I violated the master.

This actually made Yun Jian very angry, but also very happy.

Fortunately, because Jiang Ye didn't know how he tossed him that night, so he wasn't too angry until now.

On the contrary, he has always felt guilty towards him, this kind of guilt makes Yun Jian very uncomfortable, but guilt is not love.

Annoyed because everything has been done, it is obviously the unique memory of two people, but the kid said forget it and forget it.

Thinking like this, Yun Jian actually felt a little bit like looking at flowers through the fog when he remembered that night. He remembered everything clearly, but it was like a good dream in Wushan, unreal.

But now, everything he did could be to heal the little apprentice, and when the other party didn't nod and agree, he had reason to do so.

Therapy is the best excuse.

This dark, intimidating thought was like an evil beast that had been bound by a cage in his chest, ready to move and keep shouting.

He already belongs to you, he already belongs to you, in the past, now, and in the future.

Possess him!

He is yours!

The evil beast kept calling, wanting to pull him into the abyss, wanting him to fall with his beloved little apprentice.

The heart trembled, the beast roared...

In the end, while sending spiritual power to Jiang Ye, he leaned over and kissed his trembling lips, but he couldn't figure out whether it was to appease his manic spirit or to satisfy his own selfish desires.

The deeper the kiss, the more it has changed from a light touch, to a probing touch, to a deep emotion like venting.

When he kissed him, he had a strong desire to possess, and also resented Jiang Ye for making decisions without authorization and torturing himself into such sadness.

Does he think he can't do anything?Is it a display for him to treat him as the Immortal Venerable of Shenyin Peak?Did he think he needed a little apprentice from the early stage of Jindan to protect him?Did he think he was too stupid to hide himself?

Yun Jian has never been afraid of any calculations, he doesn't need to be afraid.

How can a phoenix that can only nirvana be afraid of death?

He could feel how many times he had passed Nirvana, on the branches of the sycamore tree, by the Santu River, by the flowers on the other side, in the countless times of looking back at one person...

The memory is not clear, but it just keeps bringing him stronger emotions.

When the man in white was strangling Jiang Ye, the appearance of Yun Jian had already proved his plan. He was not afraid of exposing his cultivation, but he was afraid that if trouble came to him, he would not be able to protect Jiang Ye.

When he jumped off the window lattice, he thought about it.

He intends to kill the man in white and destroy his monsters, and then what?Then he covered his little apprentice's eyes, and then killed everyone...

At that moment, his heart was sick, or maybe he had always been sick, so he didn't feel better.

He has always been surrounded by a gentle appearance, but in fact he is crazier than anyone else.

It wasn't until he left with Jiang Ye in his arms and woke up for a short time that he realized that if he made a move, he was afraid of falling into the hands of the person behind him.

They just wanted to piss him off, drive him crazy, make him kill.

This time, they thought that he would care about other people's gossip, would be afraid of other people's misunderstanding and abuse, and thought that this would drive him crazy and make him crazy?

But in fact, he didn't care at all, but let others know what he really cares...

This feeling of being manipulated by others made him very painful.

The person in the arms is afraid that he will be targeted, and he must guard it even more.

He kissed his little apprentice, and almost vented from drinking to biting, tearing, and even stretched out his fingertips to hook the belt that was in the way, but he was stopped by a soft grunt and didn't continue.

Jiang Ye endured the pain in the coma and endured it very hard. After being kissed for a long time, his lips were still so pale that there was no blood in them, and the sweat was still dripping from his forehead, and his whole body was shattered.

He drooped his eyes and looked at the face frowning in pain, the dark color in the glazed beads gradually dissipated.

Yun Jian finally calmed down as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head.

Shuangxiu can alleviate Jiang Ye's current situation more directly and effectively, as long as Yun Jian enters it and guides Jiang Ye to digest those forces.

But... his state is not suitable for dual cultivation at all.

Too fragile to bear at all.

Spiritual contact may also be useful, just be extra careful.

Yun Jian hugged him and pressed his forehead together. This was the first time he had entered Jiang Ye's sea of ​​consciousness, and Jiang Ye's sea of ​​consciousness was more empty than he imagined.

Surrounded by a vast white mist, nothing is there, even simpler than Yun Jian's sea of ​​consciousness.

It stands to reason that a person's sea of ​​consciousness reflects his inner obsessions and desires. Those who are greedy for money are buried in mountains of gold and silver;

Yun Jian has no deeper desires, the only constraint is being imprisoned and restrained, so there will always be a white plum tree and gurgling water in his sea of ​​consciousness. He actually doesn't understand why the prosperous white plum tree in his sea of ​​consciousness sometimes turns into a single Like the red maple in full swing, why does the weak pool that is as quiet as stagnant water burst out with gurgling spring floods?

He is already a person who has no desires and no desires, but the sea of ​​knowledge is not empty.

And Jiangye...

Before entering, Yun Jian also thought about it, and was curious about what would be here.

What are Jiang Ye's desires and obsessions?

Is it unrivaled power?

Because Jiang Ye once said that he wanted to have the power enough to protect his master, but unfortunately, he has been suppressed by the secret technique, no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to break through, and now this power has returned, but it tortured him for half his life.

If he knew it was such a price, would he regret it?

Or could it be said that the color waste that Yun Jian saw in his mind is his desire?

Yun Jian was ready to see those unsightly scenes in his sea of ​​consciousness. After all, he had peeked into Jiang Ye's memory and saw what Jiang Ye wanted to do to him. Unfortunately, Jiang Ye's sea of ​​consciousness unexpectedly Not even this.

In the white-capped world, the eyes are filled with light, and there is only a thin layer of water surface under the feet. The water surface is clean and transparent, like an endless mirror, clearly reflecting the figure of Yun Jian.

In this fog, he stepped on the water mirror to look for Jiang Ye's figure.

There seemed to be birds chirping, and the fog in front of my eyes dissipated.

The young man sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a snow-white bird in his arms, and was stroking its feathers one by one, his movements were gentle and gentle, with a slight smile on his lips, he was so absorbed in it that he didn't notice any outsiders coming in.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as Yun Jian opened his mouth, Jiang Ye suddenly woke up, raised a pair of round and clear almond eyes, and looked directly at Yun Jian, the initial confusion gradually dissipated, and it turned into astonishment again.

"Master, Master? I... am I in... my sea of ​​consciousness?"

His eyes were suddenly clear, the bird in his arms turned into smoke and dispersed, Jiang Ye stood up and looked at his master, still a little confused, as if he didn't remember what happened before.

His master understands his situation very well. His memory is chaotic, and the sea of ​​consciousness is too comfortable, which will make him forget his worries.

Yun Jian nodded, but didn't explain anything, just walked towards him, embraced the stunned man in his arms, pressed his forehead to the center of his brows, and the lingering and domineering soul power suddenly invaded the young man's soul, entangled with each other.

Before Jiang Ye could react, he felt light and limp in his master's arms.

The whole soul seems to be entrusted to the cloud, and it seems that there is a slight current passing through it, which brings a tingling feeling of powerlessness.

Out of control, but not annoying.

Can't resist, but make people regenerate dependence.

It even feels so familiar and comfortable.

The gurgling spring flows through the soul and cleanses the impurities. In the early spring, the snow-capped mountains are illuminated by the warm sun, enveloping the gurgling spring floods and flowing slowly.

Jiang Ye closed his eyes and couldn't help moaning softly in his throat. He tugged on his master's front lapel, his joints tightened, his brows were lightly frowned, and he accepted all the gifts from his master impatiently and eagerly.

The fusion of soul and soul calmed the manic surge of the power in his soul.

The turbulence of the torrent gradually calmed down and turned into a gentle lake, but the surrounding dams were still blocking and stagnant.

The fusion of spirit and soul cannot completely solve this dilemma, but the effect is already very good.

Yun's remonstrance was enough, and he pulled away his soul, and the boy was already limp in his arms.

His strength seems soft and gentle, but in fact he is extremely domineering, he can't be greedy, otherwise Jiang Ye won't be able to bear it at all.

When the eyes were opened, Yun Jian's body no longer trembled and convulsed. Although the little apprentice's complexion was still very bad, the frown between his brows had relaxed.

He needs a good rest, but this crisis should be over.

Yun Jian took a deep breath, and loosened his arms around his apprentice. If there was a mirror, he should know what his ears looked like when his ears were red.

Ordinary people can't communicate with their souls even if they are obsessed with desires. They don't even know what kind of experience a high-ranking monk's spiritual friendship is. It is separated from the body itself, and the soul is fused. There is me in you, and you in me. It is an extreme pleasant experience.

The last time he had a divine encounter, Jiang Ye plotted against him and entered his sea of ​​consciousness. Without any explanation, he dragged the bewildered him to do it in a hurry.

He was so shocked at that time, and he was extremely angry, annoyed, and saddened by Jiang Ye's act of dissecting his soul, and he didn't remember the joy at all.

This time is different, this is the divine friendship he led his little apprentice to complete, his own soul power flows through Jiang Ye's soul, cruising and stroking inch by inch...

Someone was waiting for him outside the mansion.

Yun Jian checked Jiang Ye's body again and again to make sure that he was fine for the time being before dressing up and going out.

Shenyan had been guarding outside the house for a long time, and now it was dark from twilight, Yun Jian opened the door to see him.

Shen Yan said: "Xiao Xianjun, is he alright?"

Seeing that Yun Jian didn't answer him, he swallowed his doubts and didn't dare to say anything more. After all, except for the man in white who pretended to be a fairy, he was the only one who saw the sudden change in Jiang Ye's body. The extraordinary power that erupted.

If the Immortal Venerable cared about it very much, maybe he would not even keep his life. Fortunately, the Immortal Venerable was in a hurry to get the bodhi celestial grass from the Huihui Island, so he would not do anything to him.

The long street was very noisy and noisy. The monks of Ling Huazong came to clean up the aftermath. The almost terrified civilians kept crying that their shops were damaged, their bodies were injured, and how many people were still holding the dead and wounded. family weeping.

Yun Jian is indifferent to everything, he is used to seeing life and death, and has no deep feeling for the short life of ordinary people in a hundred years.

He asked Shenyan: "Why did Ling Huazong come so late?"

This city is the territory of Linghuazong, and there is an extremely hard-to-break communication spirit stone in the city. Even if those monsters use some special method to destroy the spiritstone in the first place, the news will still be sent back to Linghuazong soon. It stands to reason It shouldn't take that long.

Shenyan shook her head: "It's just that there were monsters besieging me on the road, and it took a lot of time to deal with it."

"Is it also the one with tongues all over the body?"

"That's not true. It is said that it is a monster that can manipulate space. It can't see its shape. It just keeps misleading them to go the wrong way. When it reacts, that thing runs away. It's too late to speed up and come here."

Those who can manipulate the space and cannot see the shape may not be some monsters.

Yun Jian felt that this description was very familiar, but he couldn't think of anything more.

Not far away, there were some civilians who saw Yun Jian knock over the street stall in panic, screamed, and staggered to the ground. Those who didn't know the situation had always mistakenly thought that Yun Jian was the culprit who manipulated monsters to hurt people. This face I'm afraid it has been imprinted deep in my mind, and my face has changed after hearing it.

Ling Huazong's disciples hurriedly appease the civilians.

Qu Yifeng, who had participated in the disciple trial in Yunmiao Mountain, immediately recognized Yun Jian and trotted over to greet him.

"Don't worry, the immortal. We know that the evil spirit is the same as the one in Cangwu City. He pretends to be an immortal to harm people. He will not misunderstand the immortal. It's just that the suzerain didn't know that the immortal came here this time, otherwise he would come to invite him personally. Immortal."

Yun Jian nodded, actually he didn't care who would misunderstand him.

He only said to Shen Yan: "You don't have to wait for tomorrow, just go and get the carriage and set off immediately."

"The Immortal Venerable is leaving now?" Qu Yifeng was stunned, and under Yun Jian's sharp gaze, he was a little confused: "The disciple has sent a letter to the senior brother who is in charge. He should know that the Immortal Venerable strangled the demon. On the way here, I still have some questions I want to ask Xianzun..."

Shenyan immediately understood what Qu Yifeng meant, even if Ling Huazong didn't think it was Yun Jian who did these things.

But people's hearts are not stable, so they have to give an explanation, not to mention that the man in white has escaped, if he reappears in another city to hurt people next time.

At that time, not only will there be rumors that Yun Jian is a demon, but there will also be people who say that Ling Huazong let Yun Jian go without investigating the truth.

However, this is the Immortal Venerable of Shenyin Peak after all!

But no one cares whether Ling Huazong can stop Yun Jian.

No matter what the result is, if you can stop it, you will offend the immortal. If you can't stop being questioned, you will become the target of public criticism for the private release of demons. What's more, Ling Huazong is not lovable among the immortals, and it can even be said to be isolated .

Alas, it's a difficult matter at both ends.

Shenyan naturally listened to Yun's remonstrance, and he would have completed the task earlier if he had sent the person to him one day earlier.

Seeing Shenyan going to fetch the carriage, Qu Yifeng was in a hurry.

"Immortal Venerable! Can Immortal Venerable take a break for a few days? Two days... just two days, no! Just wait for dawn, my senior brother who is the head of the sect is coming soon, can you wait for him to come?"

Yun Jian didn't want to care about other people's embarrassment, he said in a calm and gentle voice: "The monsters are doing evil within the jurisdiction of the Linghua Sect, which is caused by the poor management of the Linghua Sect. Disciple care, it is because the world has been peaceful for a long time, so you all forget what it means to be prepared for danger in times of peace?"

Thousands of years ago, it was not as peaceful as it is now. These years of easy life have smoothed out the spiritual energy of the disciples of the Xianmen, and the strength of character is gone, and the rest is just living in peace.

Yun Jian mercilessly said in a cold voice: "Immortals are good people who guard the people and eliminate evil. If there are evil spirits, they will be eliminated. If there are no evil spirits, there will always be some wicked people who are like dogs and robbers, not..." Yun Jian will definitely watch Written by Qu Yifeng, he said word by word: "It's not about cultivating immortals just for longevity, but only for ascension to become a god."

As soon as the words fell, Yun Jian felt a little dazed.

He felt that he was not a cultivator with the world in mind, and he didn't care about the safety of the world at all.

But at this moment, he seems to have returned to the days before he went to Tongxiu Village a thousand years ago...

Was he adhering to such a belief at that time?

what about now?

He definitely doesn't think so now, he doesn't think he is a good person who sacrifices himself for others, so he didn't continue talking.

Yun Jian glanced at the red-faced Qu Yifeng who had been taught by him, pursed his lips and said: "I'm not talking about you, you don't have to... that's all... you tell Qu Pinglan that the deity has something important to do, if you can't wait for him, just wait There is nothing to explain here, if he wants to find out the truth, he will go to Cuiwei Garden under Yunmiao Mountain to investigate, if he also wants to be wise and safe, he will listen to the thoughts of other immortal sects before making a judgment."

After saying this, Shenyan drove the carriage closer, Qu Yifeng saw Yunjian enter the inner house, hugged the man wrapped tightly in the cloak, and leaned over into the carriage.

Shenyan put down the reed curtain, and said to Qu Yifeng: "Next is Shenyan of Wuhui Island. I can testify to the Immortal Venerable that the evil spirit has nothing to do with the Immortal Venerable. If you need a witness, count it as Shenyan."

"Uh..." Qu Yifeng knew that he couldn't stop Yun Jian, so he could only watch the carriage drift away.

When it was almost dawn, his senior brother Qu Pinglan arrived here, but it didn't take long.

But in the end it was too late, people had gone far away, when he heard his junior brother say those words one by one, he smiled instead of angry.

Youyou said something incomprehensible: "Gods are fake, but immortals are real."

……

When he was half awake in the middle of the night and could perceive the outside world a little, he was hugged by his master.

He couldn't get any water for a long time, so his master dipped his fingers in some of the dew collected in the morning, and dipped it on his lips, which made it moist and dry.

The young man's throat was hoarse, and he murmured in half a dream: "It hurts."

"It hurts? Where does it still hurt?"

Obviously, the wounds on the waist and abdomen have been healed and scabbed a long time ago with good wound medicine and a lot of spiritual power at no cost. Why does it still hurt?Is it because the effect of God's friendship is not good?

Yun Jian frowned and was about to check his pulse when the boy in his arms said again, "Don't...burn me, it hurts...it hurts..."

burn?

"What burns?"

"fire."

The young man responded to him unconsciously, his eyelashes fluttering and he gently opened a slit in his eyes, but the pupils that were exposed were diffuse and distracted, obviously not awake yet.

Yun Jian panicked almost instantly.

Going back in time, he failed to catch up and save him thousands of years ago, and only heard his desperate call from one of the remaining bones after he was wiped out.

"it hurts."

"Water... I want water... Please, give me some water..."

"what--"

He was so isolated and helpless, with no one around him to help him, he was engulfed by the flames, burning half of the sky red.

And what about Yunjian?

He didn't know anything at that time. He looked at the smoky smoke covering the air from a distance across the mountains, held Feifei who was inexplicably anxious in his arms, stroked the sand tang fruit, and said calmly: "He should see this when he sees it." Very happy."

Yun Jian, who didn't know anything at the time, could be very calm. He could think that it was just the villagers setting firewood piles to burn the straw, and that the people waiting for him were still guarding in the temple waiting for him to go back, and then clutching the letters and letters he left behind in aggrieved manner. He is awkward, but what will happen when he sees the sand tang fruit he brought back?Will be very happy, so happy that I forget to be angry with him.

But Yun Jian, who knows everything after a thousand years, can't forgive himself. Just recalling those past events, he feels like a person about to be drowned, unable to breathe.

Hugging Jiangye with red eyes, knuckles hard, crumpled his clothes, soothing him with a soft voice, "It's just a nightmare, don't be afraid...it doesn't hurt, there is no fire."

His reassurance seemed to have really worked.

It's like thousands of years ago that he didn't catch up to save him, and he wasn't around when he died in fear and panic, but now it's different, he just guards him, protects him, and whispers in his ear.

Tell him: "I'm here."

As a result, all the suffering disappeared with the past, and the person who was indulging in the nightmare finally calmed down, slowly opened the eyelashes, and looked at Yun Jian with a bewildered expression.

"I... I had a dream." His throat was so hoarse.

Yun Jian plucked the morning dew from the lotus leaves and brought it to his lips, carefully feeding it.

Comfort him: "It's just a dream, don't be afraid."

"But that dream..."

Jiang Ye still wanted to talk, wanting to say that the dream was so real and terrifying, he actually felt like he was in the flames, suffering the pain of the scorching fire, his skin was scorched and peeled off, there was a burst of burnt smell, and his bones were burnt. There was a beeping sound, and his whole body was about to turn into smoke and mist, but his mind was still so clear, forcing him to bear the pain from body and soul.

"It's all over...don't think about it." His master said so, and put dew on his mouth.

Jiang Ye's vision gradually became clear, and he obediently let Yun Jian feed him with water. His round apricot eyes kept looking at his master's face. Except for the fear brought about by that dream, he was no longer uncomfortable.

But why does his master look worse than him?

Yun Jian's lower eyelids were red, perhaps because there was not enough light in the car, the pair of colored glass beads seemed to be stained dark, and he was a little panicked and nervous.

it's already over……

Jiang Ye carefully smacked this sentence, the master probably knew what he dreamed about, even if he didn't say it, the master knew it.

The master believed that he was the old man from thousands of years ago, so he took good care of him and loved him very much, but he still couldn't tell the master that he was just a ghost from another world, occupying this body for no reason, and enjoying the master's honor for the original person. love and care.

Since he was not that person, why did he dream about the state of that person when he was burned to death thousands of years ago.

Different from what Philip said in his mouth, this time he actually felt the same way, even the pain caused by the rope that was strangled into the flesh and blood by the villagers when they bound him was so clear, and even the despair when he was burned was so deep.

In any case, for him to put on someone else's identity and enjoy the care and love that belonged to others, it made him uneasy and hesitant.

In the silence of this room, I slowly drank a handful of nectar.

He pursed his lips, his voice was still hoarse, but he looked at his master anxiously, and asked something that he might definitely regret saying in the future.

"Master, have you ever thought about...in fact..."

His heart was beating so fast, his eyes were full of panic, and he couldn't speak, so he gritted his teeth and changed his words.

"If...I mean, if I'm not the person you've been waiting for for thousands of years, will you just...don't like me?"

The wet apricot eyes met the peach pupils.

Maybe replying to him with a word can make the eyebrows and eyes bend into crescent moons, or make them filled with water mist, unable to bear it, and rolling down the cheeks.

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