Chapter 820 Nightmare

"ah……!!"

Chu Tianyao sat up suddenly, and waves of electricity twitched around him, his head and face covered with cold sweat.

The door opened wide, and several garrisoned Nine Nether Holy Envoys rushed in.

"Nine Venerables, are you okay?"

Chu Tianyao was still sitting stiffly, his eyes wandering in the faint light for a while before slowly returning to the focal length.

Without a master, no evil spirit, and no blood covering his vision, he was still staying in his room. Everything just now turned out to be just a dream.

After escaping from the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall that day, perhaps it was a sequelae of serious injury. He always felt a faint pain in his throat, and he would have nightmares from time to time. He was strangled in his dream and was so slammed... But never once, this time, it was so real!

Moreover, in the past, the master who had always been kind-hearted and kind in his dreams became so hideous and terrifying. Those eyes full of resentment would sway in front of him until now.

After the anxious inquiries of the Nine Nether Saint Envoys, Chu Tianyao took a few deep breaths silently before regaining his tone.

"It's okay, you all retreat."

The Nine Nether Saint Envoys looked at each other for a few moments, and then one of them bowed and replied: "Nine Venerables, then you have a good rest. Next, you have to prepare for the preliminary election in the hall. This cannot be unexpected!"

Chu Tianyao waved his hand tiredly, not even saying a word. He silently wrapped the quilt tightly, letting the door panel close, blocking the only light outside. So the room was imprisoned in the desperate darkness again.

These subordinates didn't really care about themselves... Chu Tianyao thought to himself. They were just worried that if something happened to the Nine Venerables, they would be held accountable for dereliction of duty by their superiors, that's all.

It is precisely because of my experience that I know that in the Xuantian Sect, I was sick, and a group of fellow brothers sat around the bed, talking with me, and brought me the medicine porridge they made with them... That is the real care and true family affection. The light in my eyes will not deceive people. It is completely different from those subordinates who only have interests and calculations in their eyes!

In the darkness, Chu Tianyao raised his hand and stroked his throat gently, staring at the empty quilt in front of him.

Just now, the master was in this position in his dream. He said he wanted to kill himself...

After gasping for several consecutive breaths, a burst of crazy hatred surged in Chu Tianyao's eyes.

"Master, you can kill me, but you must not kill me for Ye Shuo!"

"Ye Shuo..." He clenched his hands tightly on the quilt, and Chu Tianyao was filled with grief and anger. He gritted his teeth and recited this name. This... he has no one who doesn't want to be broken into pieces for a day!

"No..." After talking nonsense for a while, Chu Tianyao seemed to suddenly think of something, "If Ye Shuo died, he would see his master underground, and they could reunite. In that case, he would still snatch his master away from me..."

"Yes, so he can't die... He must live and suffer all the torture! Yes... that's it..."

He nodded vigorously and affirmed his conclusion. Chu Tianyao also felt as if he had been out of a confusion, and his body was limp as if he had lost his body. He wiped the sweat from his head and turned over and got out of bed. He walked step by step and walked to the short cabinet not far away, opened the drawer, skillfully turned out a medicine bottle, poured out a few pills, and then swallowed it all without looking at it.

There was also a row of medicine bottles of the same style in the drawer. I don’t know when it started. Every time he woke up from a nightmare, he had to use these medicines to fall asleep again. Outsiders only saw the spirit of the Nine Venerables, but no one understood it. His spirit had already weakened to the extreme. It was like a string that was always tight, and it had reached the brink of breaking.

He walked back to the bed stiffly and shrank into the already cold quilt. He groped and took out the jade slip, his fingers trembled and pressed on the screen with difficulty.

"Say a few words to me."

"Don't leave me alone."

"Please."

Yan Xueying's departure was like taking off his last spiritual pillar. Even though he knew she would not come back, he still sent her a message like a drowning person, trying to catch a piece of driftwood floating away.

The light of the jade slip continued to flash, and then due to the long-term lack of operation, the light gradually became weaker and turned into darkness.

Chu Tianyao's thoughts also fell into distant memories in this pale waiting—

The Xuantian Sect that year.

There was a beautiful butter cake on the table, and five candles were burning vigorously.

"Happy birthday to Tianyao!" Taoist Master Le Chen looked at him with a smile, "Come and make a wish?"

At that time, the five-year-old boy nodded and closed his palms seriously: "My wish is to be the head of the Xuantian Sect like his master in the future! However, I don't want to have such a long beard like him, I want to be a handsome head!"

Taoist Master Le Chen laughed loudly: "Haha, Tianyao, I heard from Master, 'Flying Dragon in the Sky', your future achievements will definitely not be limited to the Xuantian Sect. You should look further away!"

Chu Tianyao blinked in confusion: "Master, is there a broader world outside the Xuantian Sect?"

Taoist Master Lechen's eyes were full of yearning, and he touched his head lovingly: "Yes, the world outside is very big, and I'm still waiting for you to explore!"

"Then why don't you explore, Master?" Chu Tianyao asked with a "straightforward" attitude.

Taoist Master Lechen froze his smile, then sighed and stroked his long beard: "Master, old master! The future world is still from you young people!"

Chu Tianyao shook his head vigorously, jumped off the chair, ran forward and pulled Master Chen's sleeve: "Master is not old! No matter where I go in the future, I will definitely bring Master with me! Wherever my master is, my home!"

Master Le Chen laughed happily when he heard this: "Okay, okay, then I'm waiting for you to have a future and bring your master to enjoy your happiness?"

Master...

In the wilderness, the little boy giggled and ran fast in front of him alone, turning his head from time to time to wave to Taoist Master Chen behind him.

"Master, come catch up!"

In the suburbs, the little boy jumped around Taoist Chen, clumsyly manipulating the kite in his hand.

"Master, look at my kite flying so high!"

On the martial arts practice field, the little boy used a set of boxing skills he had just practiced and sweated heavily. His eyes turned to Taoist Chen not far away, wanting him to see his handsomest appearance clearly.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Familiar and long-lasting scenes pass by in front of you. In those scenes, you will always call your master with a soft childish voice.

Gradually, the childish voice became clearer. The little boy in my memory grew up day by day.

"Master!" No longer like the innocent and naughty he was when he was young, the one who walked quickly was already a handsome young man who was in the wind. He bowed and bowed at the right time, and the exclamations of the female disciples could be heard not far away.

His life and his world have always revolved around his master...

There was a third figure in the picture of the two people at some point.

That's Ye Shuo.

The figures of Master and Ye Shuo were gradually moving away, and all the brothers and sisters were also moving away. Chu Tianyao looked at them in sorrow, but he couldn't move at all, just like standing on a floating and rising tree, sweeping by waves, and could only float against the current...

The pictures broke one after another.

...

Chu Tianyao was still sitting alone in the darkness, and the jade slip beside him never lit up.

Master, and Master…

...

In my memory, although Master is a irritable person and is strict in discipline of his disciples, Chu Tianyao knew that in his heart, some of them were actually quite childish.

That day was a sunny afternoon. As soon as Chu Tianyao stepped into Taoist Wuchen's room, he happily waved to himself.

"Tianyao, come here!"

In his hand, he was holding a pile of strange-shaped balls of thread, his whole body was wrapped in yarn, and two long needles were sandwiched in his arms. The whole picture looked quite inappropriate.

Chu Tianyao walked over hesitantly: "Master, are you...?"

Taoist Master Wuchen shook the ball of wool in his hand, revealing a slightly cramped smile: "Old people are always unable to rest. I just thought, I don't know how many children you and Dingsha will have in the future, whether it is a boy or a girl. As I thought about it, I wanted to make some small clothes for them. If I do this then, it would be too late..."

"Tianyao, come here to see which trick do you like?"

Chu Tianyao's lips twitched and he smiled dryly, "Master, no need to worry. As long as it was done by you, Dingsha and I like it."

"Disciple suddenly remembered that there was still some practice to practice. "As he said, he slowly stepped back and waited until he retreated to the door before he gave a big gift with great enthusiasm: "Disciple, take his leave first!"

In the crack of the door that was covered, he could still see the helpless and doting smile of the master.

...

"Master, Master... don't you want to see me marrying Dingsha?" Curled up in the quilt, Chu Tianyao raised his hand with a wry smile and touched the darkness of nothingness, "Come back, we will definitely be filial to you..."

"We will kneel before you together, bow to you, and invite you to drink your father-in-law's wine..."

"We will have a lot of children, running around the room, wearing the little clothes you made..."

"When the weather is good, we can take our children to the suburbs to fly kites..."

"When the children grow up and start practicing, I will sing black faces, and you will sing white faces, because we are the most tacit masters and apprentices..."

"I have the ability now, I can let you enjoy your happiness. Come back..."

"Come back, okay..."

It seemed that he was also immersed in the imaginary scene, and he showed a rare sincere smile on Chu Tianyao's face. How great would it be if life could really be like this...

Suddenly, the jade slip at his hand vibrated, the screen lighted up, and there was a prompt of "a new message" at the top.

Chu Tianyao grabbed the jade slip and pressed the reading button as if he saw a life-saving straw. But his heart was also cold at the same time.

Yan Xueying did not reply to him, it was just an advertisement message.

"Congratulations on winning the prize!..."

Before this, he had received fraudulent text messages when he was insomnia. Perhaps it was because his night was too difficult for him to escape from this loneliness, he took the initiative to reply and started chatting with the liar enthusiastically.

As long as someone can say a few words to him, even if he is just a liar... it's fine.

But soon, perhaps seeing that he was not taking the bait for a long time, even the liar stopped paying attention to him.
To be continued...