I, scum gong, never adore Master

Killing the one you love with your own hands, what else is there to miss?

A white light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, extremely dazzling.

When the white light disappeared, the palace Yun Jian was in disappeared. He stood on top of a rushing cloud, and in front of him was a thick white plum tree that had grown for thousands of years. The top of the tree fluttered and fell on his shoulders.

He walked towards the white plum tree, under the tree sat cross-legged a man, with dazzling golden red clothes, black hair like lacquer, holding chess in plain hands.

The man didn't look at Yun Jian, he just dropped the white jade chess piece with his slender fingertips on the chessboard with a "click".

He said, "Here you are, sit down."

Yun Jian obediently listened to the words and sat across from this person. There was a chessboard between them, but the chessboard was full of white pieces, densely packed, and the only black piece was trapped in the center, making it difficult to fly.

Yun Jian looked at the chessboard and said, "Heizi could have been eaten long ago."

The man was noncommittal, smiled and dropped another white piece. The position of this white piece was very subtle, holding back the black piece, but not blocking the black piece's way out.

"I've heard the stories of putting them to death and then reviving. This kind of coercion has never been my goal. I hope that all the chess pieces I have laid can be killed by it."

"Uh..." The man raised his head and looked at Yun Jian. He has slender eyebrows and eyes, a gentle face, and a pair of phoenix eyes with a very charming charm. expensive.

The man said: "Since you succeeded as the lord of the Yi clan, we have not seen each other for many years. How about it? Can you handle it?"

Yun Jian was silent.

Following the man's words, his identity was once again confirmed. He seemed to feel that he was indeed the young master of the Yi clan, that he had indeed succeeded to the position of lord, and that he was indeed His Highness Feng Lan in what they said.

He couldn't remember many things, they were all very vague feelings, but this feeling was undoubtedly mixed with doubts and resentments from others, tormenting him with a splitting headache.

The man in red looked at him and sighed: "It seems that you are not ready, nor can you adapt to this new identity."

Yun Jian remembered: "My mother's people don't recognize me."

"Then you admit yourself?"

"Uh..." He didn't admit it either, he didn't want to sit in that controversial position.

"Once a person is in a high position, he has to abandon a part of himself. Many times what you say and the choice you make cannot be what you think in your heart. You need to consider the wishes and thoughts of most people. If you want them to respect you, seriously You are the Lord, you have to come up with something that convinces them."

This dream had a great impact on Yun Jian, it was all the memories he had left behind, now that he is deeply involved in it, it seems that he has forgotten what happened in the next few thousand years, and the original memories are still flowing to him. It was pouring deep into his mind, forcing him to indulge in the past.

Saddened by her mother's devotion, saddened by the distrust and exclusion of her subjects.

The only way to get some solace in this oppressive and breathless atmosphere is to ask his teacher for advice, get comfort, and comfort his heart.

Looking at the beautiful man in red clothes like blood, he remembered.

This is his teacher, the only vermilion phoenix tree in the Protoss.

Not long after Yun Jian's shell was broken, the only white-feathered phoenix since ancient times was born, and he was commanded: the fortune of the year is coming together, which is a sign of good luck and bad luck.

Since then, Wutong has invited himself to be Baifeng's teacher, to educate him and accompany him to grow up.

Yun Jian has great trust in Wutong.

"What convinced them?" Yun Jian asked confused.

"If the world is safe and peaceful, your noble status will make you a good lord to submit to, but you should know the rumors today. It is only a matter of time before the world collapses, and the phoenix's sacrifice to the world can only delay time. The problem It didn't work out."

Yun Jian frowned and said, "They want me to die?"

Wu Tong nodded, stood up and walked in front of Yun Jian, stroking his long black hair like the white-feathered phoenix when he was still a child.

Lingyin swayed between the clouds: "Are you willing?"

Yun Jian was born to be the savior of the Protoss, but also the disaster of the Nine Heavens, and the fate of the fortune of the year is both a blessing and a disaster.

The sky is doomed to collapse, and the birth of Yun Jian is the only hope to prevent this disaster.

As long as he dies with his own body and turns the tide with his Nirvana divine power, the history books will be able to record his merits and virtues, and he will be admired and admired by countless people after his death.

But his birth also accelerated the speed of the disaster.

The world of mortals is orderly, and the way of heaven is enlightened. It is impossible for every species to exist forever, especially the protoss race with a long lifespan. He does not allow them to have any countermeasures. speed.

The reputation of the world may not be enough to make Yun Jian too desperate, but his teacher can.

Yun Jian asked him cautiously: "Does the teacher also want me to sacrifice myself to heaven?"

Wutong didn't speak, and his tall and cold fingers gently caressed Yun Jian's side face. The fiery friendship in the phoenix's eyes was so strong that it couldn't be melted away, which made Yun Jian, who was not familiar with this kind of emotion, feel a little awkward. It never existed at the age of five hundred, and it shouldn't exist between two grown men of average height.

Yun Jian felt that this didn't seem like the emotion that a teacher, an elder who watched him grow up should express, but he couldn't say it was strange.

The beautiful peach eyes blinked, and asked repeatedly: "Teacher, what do you think I should do?"

He trusted him so much, as if as long as Wutong told him to die, he would kill himself in front of him without looking back.

Wu Tong stared at him deeply with gazing eyes, and the golden-red pearly jade pupils were full of inexplicable feelings, which Yun Jian had never understood.

"Do you listen to everything I say?"

"Yes!"

"it is good."

Wutong's voice trembled a little, and he waved a cloud of mist in front of Yun Jian, and in the blink of an eye, the white plum tree on the top of the cloud disappeared, as did the phoenix tree in red.

Yun Jian felt his arms cramping, like tens of thousands of sharp thorns piercing his flesh and blood. He looked sideways, and saw that his arms were covered with rattan locks, which kept piercing into his flesh and clenching his bones tightly.

The blood fell drop by drop and fell into the snow, staining a piece of red.

He knelt on the frost and snow, his knees were already frozen, and the rattan locks on his arms were twisted and deeply pierced the rock walls on both sides.

On the high cliff, there are rare creatures.

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.

Yun Jian felt very painful, but he couldn't remove the rattan lock, so he was forced to endure this torture.

The red clothes were dazzling, and his teacher appeared in front of him again and said to him: "You are a good boy, if you are willing to dedicate the power of Nirvana to the gods, will you regret it?"

The tingling pain spread all over his body, and Yun Jian was in a state of confusion. He looked at the parasol tree in front of him, gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"As the teacher said, I can only do this... to be worthy of the wishes of the entire Protoss, and to live up to... the sacrifice of my mother..."

"it is good."

Indus pulled out a sharp blade made of ice, and said to Yun Jian: "Nirvana power is your innate power. You can't take it out yourself, and others can't take it away by force. You can only peel off the seven emotions, six desires and eight sufferings, until you Only by willing to give up your life can you force out the divine power of Nirvana, you hold on."

As he said that, the sharp blade suddenly pierced Yun Jian's heart.

"what--"

It is very difficult to strip a person's emotions and will from the heart. The icy-cold blade carries an extremely cold and gloomy force to cut through his heart and peel off the emotions in his soul.

Those small resentments that were once had have been infinitely magnified.

He seemed to have heard the words of the maid beside Fenghuang who resented him, and he also heard the complaints of the officials who never obeyed him accusing him...

Every voice is telling him: If your existence is not fully utilized, it will be a disaster, and everyone around you will be killed by you. The luck of the year is coming, and if you don’t die yourself, you will kill others. You have already killed yours. Mother is dead, is it necessary to kill the entire Yi clan, the entire God Realm?

—Your birth meant that you should not exist.

——If you live, you will make it impossible for more people to live.

——Can you really not care about other people's accusations?Do you really care what other people think?Can you really treat those dying creatures and the world with your selfish indifference?

——Your ending should only be to sacrifice your life in exchange for a peaceful and prosperous world, and be made into a god by the world, and you will miss it forever, instead of living under the accusations of others and living a miserable life of betrayal.

Tormented by the pain, he seemed to see his teacher's lips parted slightly, and said to him: "Your ending should always be a sacrifice to the world..."

The gentle face in front of him began to distort ferociously in his blurred vision, and his sharp voice stabbed at his heart one after another, gouging out his obsession with love and hatred.

Yun Jian had never heard such a ferocious broken voice, almost sick.

"Your existence is the beginning of all disasters, and your death will be the end of all disasters. You shouldn't be alive..."

Shouldn't he exist, shouldn't he be alive?

Yun Jian gasped heavily, his heart ached terribly, his vision was covered by a layer of fog, and he couldn't see the eyes of the person in front of him clearly.

It seemed that as soon as the eyeballs left the peach blossom sockets, they condensed into ice beads and fell to the ground.

He was too cold, and the life-sustaining Nirvana flame in his body was flickering, and he was in danger.

He choked his hoarse throat and murmured to himself, "I... shouldn't I... be alive?"

Only when all emotional obsessions are extinguished, and he gives up his life, when the white feather phoenix can no longer be reborn from nirvana, will the power of rebirth from nirvana be forced out of the dead body and be used for other purposes.

Wutong gritted her teeth, restrained her complex emotions, and caressed Yun Jian's side face with her bloody palm.

He is so dependent on and trusts him, he obeys his words so much, and obediently calls him teacher.

But... Now, not only does he want to take his life and extinguish the fire of Nirvana that he relies on for survival, but he also has to break his heart, make him suffer, make him despair, and make him lose all obsession with living.

Willing to give up life, give up the chance of rebirth.

As a result, Wutong's throat was hot, and he said like a knife: "Yes...you shouldn't be alive. Your life is everyone's obstacle. No one will love you, no one will trust you, no one will speak for you. Being hated, being resented... Only when you die can you be remembered and respected by everyone."

"Uh..." Yun Jian was so painful that he almost fainted, but he still smiled.

On that beautiful face that was not so mature a thousand years ago, this smile is extremely desolate, extremely desperate, and extremely relieved.

"Then... it's good to die..."

"not good--"

When the fire of Nirvana in his heart was about to go out, when his blood was about to run dry, at the moment when he was about to give up his life.

He suddenly heard an angry shout.

The boy's voice seemed to have penetrated time and space, crossed the barriers of thousands of mountains and mountains, and suddenly hit his ears.

Yun Jian's whole body shivered, and his vague consciousness poured into his remnant body with the power of life again.

he woke up...

The fog in front of him dissipated, and Wutong didn't have any sharp blades in his hands, nor was he bound by any rattan chains on the top of the cliff.

One red and one white, two figures stood facing each other.

"He woke you up?" Indus was obviously a little surprised.

The youth's indistinct figure suddenly appeared beside Yun Jian, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely that he wanted to grab Yun Jian's hand, trying to pull his master out of this illusory space, but he stared at him His hand pierced Yun Jian's palm.

Jiang Ye finally realized that besides allowing Yun Jian to hear his voice and see his translucent figure, it was not easy for him, and he couldn't touch him.

Before a stick of incense, he followed Yun Jian into the old and decayed hall, and saw Yun Jian's beautiful peach eyes suddenly lost his focus, and he froze in place.

No matter how he called, Yun Jian couldn't make any response.

He didn't know what to do, he went to the doctor in a hurry when he was in a hurry, and he made his own decisions and entered the sea of ​​clouds and knowledge.

But Yun Jian's sea of ​​consciousness was in a mess, and he didn't know what was affecting him, so he took a lot of effort to penetrate the wind and waves.

Those obstacles blocked part of Jiangye's consciousness, he could only endure the pain to split himself, let the part of consciousness that could break free continue to move forward, and finally found his master.

He heard the nonsense that his master was willing to sacrifice his life, he was so anxious to death!

"You are willing to sacrifice your life for him."

Wutong looked at Jiang Ye with an unpredictable expression, not like looking at a stranger, and Jiang Ye also stared at him fiercely, recognizing him.

The face of Wutong reminded Jiang Ye of the dream he had once. In the dream, he was a river. In order to find Shiratori, who is also his master, he wanted to transform into a human form and get rid of the shackles of the river. But he had never seen anyone else, so he took the human form of the sycamore tree beside the river.

In his dream, he followed Wutong's face to meet his master, but he didn't want to be driven away by his master's anger, as if he had a grudge against him.

This face looked beautiful, but Jiang Ye found it extremely weird and unspeakable.

Even the cliff here is exactly the same as the scene in his dream.

"In this case..." Wutong's golden red eyes gradually deepened.

He knew that even though he almost succeeded in bewitching Yun Jian to give up all his obsessions and die, he was still stopped by Jiang Ye's shout.

That can only explain: in Yun Jian's heart, the deepest obsession is Jiang Ye.

If this person is not dead, his plan will not succeed.

"Master, wake up, let's go out together..."

Jiang Ye couldn't touch his master, so he could only call him anxiously, Yun Jian's chaotic eyes gradually looked like clouds being pushed away, slowly revealing the pure glass color in his eyes.

At this moment, Wutong suddenly said: "You hate me! I want your life for your teacher. I am worse than those subjects who scolded you behind their backs. My purpose has always been to kill you and take away your life." Your Nirvana power!"

"Uh..." Jiang Ye was a little confused, what happened to this villain?Bewitching is invalid and started to show up?

Yun Jian's chaotic eyes suddenly trembled, and the fingers hanging down by his side couldn't help clenching his fists.

Seeing this, Wutong smiled and continued: "From the time I accepted you as a disciple and kept you by my side to teach, my goal has always been to obtain your Nirvana power. I have never really treated you like a disciple or a friend. I just I am using you to make you willing to obey, but who knows that you are so stupid that you want to sacrifice the life that your mother would not hesitate to sacrifice for you."

"How pathetic, how sad, how stupid!"

His provocative words to Yun Jian seemed to have an effect, and Ye's constant comforting gradually faded away, the knuckles hanging by his side turned white, and the peach blossom eyes were filled with scarlet blood.

The person whom he has trusted for thousands of years, who has been regarded as his teacher by him, who has been respected and relied on by him, told him without reservation like this - I lied to you for thousands of years, but it was only to kill you.

There is no friendship worth cherishing in this world...

Yun Jian couldn't take it anymore, he was still indulging in the painful memory of being tied up on the top of the cliff, he hated Wutong who betrayed him so much.

He seemed to have seen Wutong bring so many Yi clan subjects who had despised him and scolded him to come here, to see how embarrassed he was, and how painful he was.

It's all like this... What else is there to miss?

Those peach blossom eyes that have been gentle and sad for thousands of years suddenly burst out with a trace of cruelty, the scarlet blood color like a beast that has lost its mind.

He looked at Wutong's face, those slanting phoenix eyes, and felt hatred.

"Get out! Get out—"

But no matter how he yelled, how he scolded, how much he scolded, the people in front of him just didn't leave, as if they wanted to see his pitiful appearance, and wanted to appreciate his sad, angry and helpless wailing.

The hatred he had accumulated for thousands of years suddenly flowed back into the depths of his heart at this moment, completely filling up the love and hatred that had been gouged out.

I don't know if Wutong's red clothes are too dazzling, or the blood color accumulated in his eye sockets has dyed the entire field of vision.

Yun Jian's instinct came from nowhere, he pulled out the blood-stained plume covering the heart, turned it into a sharp and cold weapon, and stabbed it into Wutong's heart without hesitation.

"Uh... Master, Master..."

The familiar voice made Yun Jian's hand holding Ling Yu tremble slightly.

Wu Tong stood in front of him unscathed, and said with a smile: "So... this is your obsession..."

His plan was successful, and he should have been cheering, but for some reason, he was a little bit bitter, and his smile was crazy and ugly.

"If you killed the person you love with your own hands, then amidst all the suffering, what else is there for you to miss and cling to?"

"Hmm... Master, Master..."

Fortunately, the sycamore tree was standing in the distance, but the blood of the person in front of him was gurgling down the feathers, staining Yun Jian's palm sticky and wet red.

The phoenix eyes turned into apricot eyes, and the sharp jaw became a little blunt. The corners of the young man's lips ooze blood, and they open and close tremblingly, calling him constantly.

"Master...respect..."