Chapter 7: For the sake of my sister, this seat is her apprentice
Qiankun fifteen years
In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, a boy over ten years old was chopping wood in the open space.
The snow had just begun to fall, and the sun seemed to be far away again. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seemed to be holding a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight leather jacket, let alone Ye Chen.
The exposed face was scratched again and again, causing unbearable pain.
This year was the year when he was accepted as a disciple by Cong Ran in his previous life.
When I brought him back to save the world, the scene was just like it is today, with everyone opposed. The only difference was that in order to protect him in this life, the young master severely injured himself, instead of just watching indifferently.
What else is he not satisfied with?
The long and slightly curled eyelashes quivered slightly, and the tear mole under the corner of the eye became more and more burning.
Cong Ran looked at him as if he was a lost-spirited puppy who had been soaked in water. She moved her fingertips and quickly wrote a few words on his palm: Be careful before speaking.
Ye Gouzai was stunned. Before he could hide the sadness in his eyes, he was covered with a trace of confusion. After a few moments, the confusion was actually mixed with a bit of expectation.
Damn it, what was he expecting!
"Master, this matter is of great importance. Now everyone knows the news about him, and the disciples of Salvation talk about it a lot. If the master doesn't expel him, I'm afraid it will chill people's hearts."
In the quiet night, the man's voice seemed particularly loud, and was heard by everyone present. It was like a huge stone smashing into the calm water, causing ripples.
In the world of mortals, there are many disputes. Authoritative monks from hundreds of schools of immortality love to stand on the commanding heights of morality to comment on right and wrong, and what is right and what is wrong.
Cong Randan said: "Go out and I will clean up the house."
"But he... is an ominous person...!" The man gritted his teeth with a look of reluctance.
If Ye Chen's temperament had been in the past, he would have been tempted to rush up and kick him, and then have people drag him down and beat him to death with sticks: A beast is indeed a beast, biting everyone at the sight of a mad dog...
Cong Ran glanced at him, his slightly frowning eyebrows were cold and indifferent, ice-clear and jade-like, and the clouds were clear and clear. It was precisely this kind of eyes that actually blocked the words that the man wanted to say. He couldn't bear it.
Feeling the pain, he helped up several injured companions and left one after another.
Seeing people leaving, Cong Ran asked about Ye Chen's injury: "Does it still hurt?"
You stabbed me in the stomach and asked me if it hurt?
Ye Chen couldn't help but feel something in his heart. Before he could finish complaining, something cold and hard was forced into the palm of his hand. He paused, picked up the bottle and looked at it. It was a hemostatic pill. He looked at Cong Ran again. At this time, her
Her eyes were no longer on him, but instead glanced at the debris and rocks in the forest not far away.
"It's time for you to come out, right? You've been there since they started fighting, why didn't you stop them?"
Ye Chen followed her eyes.
Sure enough, there was a person who jumped down. He was clearly wearing the uniform of Salvation Taoism, which gave the illusion that he was wearing a fancy red robe.
Xie Fang played with the hand on the scabbard, cupped his fists and saluted. He apologized and explained: "Master, those brothers are disciples sent by the Presbyterian Academy. They are all disciples of the master. I want to see how skilled the junior brother is."
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Even Ye Chen was extremely reluctant to listen to the reason that was so lame that it hit the floor, let alone his evil little master.
It was clear that there was no serious problem, and Cong Ran was too lazy to expose Xie Fang's lies. She said: "You move back and live closer to the side hall. In the future, when my master is away, you two will also have someone to take care of you."
There is something in the words, and the implication is that it is more convenient for him to take care of Ye Chen.
so
The person who asked him to stay in the side courtyard of Liangzhou Hall was actually the young master? He thought he was Taoist Wuwei!
However, the young master was not so fond of Xie Fang. The side hall was so close to the main hall and lived in the same courtyard. How could it have become his residence? He was so surprised and happy that he forgot that he had something in his hand.
Medicine and abdominal injuries should be treated promptly.
Xie Fang hesitated to speak, realizing that he had just committed a big taboo and not saving his life. He bowed his head and accepted the order, then turned to fly with his sword and went to the other room to pack his things.
Cong Ran took out the Sui Feng Sword, waved it in the air three times, and then stabbed it into the ground.
The wind blows, the hairband flutters, the waves rise, and the golden light emerges.
This is...
Substituting one day for another.
The most commonly used move by a space mage can move people thousands of miles away. But Congran doesn't use it very often. She used it once rarely in her previous life, but it couldn't be in Salvation. She seemed to be deliberately hiding her secrets.
identity.
After the dizziness, when his eyes regained clarity, Ye Chen seemed to see a flash of love in his little master's bright eyes. It disappeared in the blink of an eye and was hard to find. Then, she suddenly raised her hand, and Ye Chen was startled. For some reason,
The emperor who was once fearless and even the King of Hell was afraid of him, now he was so frightened that he actually closed his eyes.
The expected pain did not subside. He opened his eyes in confusion and touched his face lightly with a hand, "If you still feel pain..."
The slender hands were warm, and Ye Chen looked at her with a weird look, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake. He shook his head and took a step back, shaking his head: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, my body is very strong."
As he spoke, he patted his chest, but little did he know that this shock would cause the newly scabbed wound to burst open again.
Cong Ran lowered his head and looked at the blood splattered on his body.
Ye Chen showed a pale smile: "..."
The slap in the face caught me off guard.
Cong Ran curled her fingers and touched the stained area. The thick liquid stained her fingertips red, and she suddenly let go, speaking calmly as if nothing had happened.
In the Liangzhou Hall, gardenia flowers bloomed, and the fragrance of the flowers spread, intoxicating the passionate birds.
She walked in front, and Ye Chen followed behind, all the way to the main hall. According to the young master's bad temper, she didn't like to train her disciples in public, and she waited until the crowd dispersed, and then returned to Liangzhou Hall to have a meal.
Waiting with a whip. Ye Chen has been taught all the bloody lessons in his previous life. Not only did he remain unmoved, he even got worse.
He is so awesome that he even did things to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.
I was lost in thought when my little master's voice came to my ears: "You don't like Liangzhou Hall that much?"
Ye Chen was obviously startled and trembled. Cong Ran used his spiritual power to treat Ye Chen, and a faint golden light emerged, like starlight gently hitting his body.
The pain in the hole in his belly eased a lot, and he slowly straightened his waist. Unexpectedly, he noticed that there was a lot of sweat on the little master's forehead, and his expressionless face became more forbearing. Looking down, Ye Chen saw the tattoo on her arm.
There are signs of burns.
Is it... so serious?
Her cultivation is one of the best in the world of cultivation, and she can be injured to the point where she cannot heal immediately. If this fire were to burn her body, she would probably be turned into ashes on the spot.
Cong Ran let go of his hand and saw Ye Chenwei ducking away. He gave him a complicated look, and the red line on his wrist was looming: "When I came to find you, I entered the side courtyard and found a piece of paper with wet writing on the table."
"The disciple has no complaints about the residence arranged by Master. It's just that I think Senior Brother Xie is young and promising and has a malleable talent. Master should teach him more."
Instead of wasting time on someone who is about to leave.
"What's the meaning?"
Cong Ran asked in a deep voice. She looked at Ye Chen's cold face with a smile. She put away her sword and sat on the corridor to watch him leisurely.
No matter in his previous life or in this life, Ye Chen had respect for his little master mixed with hatred and disappointment. In the dead of night, with the bright moon above his head, Ye Chen started to panic when he looked into the bright eyes of his little master.
He couldn't even speak properly: "The disciple... thinks that since he is a senior brother, he should be allowed to..."
Every time Ye Chen said a word, Cong Ran's face turned darker. When he finished his sentence, her face was frighteningly gloomy. He wanted to say more, but he thought it would be better to shut up.
"You do know how to disobey the teacher's orders."
Following this scolding, Ye Chen immediately showed weakness, "Plop-" and knelt on the ground, almost kowtowing: "Disciple doesn't dare!"
Cong Ran stood up and took out a package from the Qiankun bag and threw it to Ye Chen, who caught it. Just as he was considering whether to open it in front of his little master, a cold feeling from behind hit his spine.
Seeing this, Cong Ran subconsciously raised his hand and waved a golden light to protect Ye Chen. The coldness gradually subsided, and he had just warmed up when a figure came in front of him.
"You are really precious to him."
Standing calmly in front of him, everything he passed was filled with a hint of coolness, and an emotion revealed inadvertently fell into Ye Chen's eyes. It reminded Ye Chen that he seemed to be like this in his previous life, his eyes flickering and his steps slow.
Slowly approaching the little master who was imprisoned in the devil's palace.
His eyes were full of malice, hatred, and also full of complaints and sentimentality.
Cong Ran was slightly startled: "Brother, don't laugh at me. When will you accept Xiaowan as your disciple?"
"I said I won't accept it. Besides, the demon clan should be killed, so how can we let him come to save the world? You are really confused." Shen Rong frowned, obviously not wanting to continue discussing this matter.
Since ancient times, there has been no distinction between good and evil. Famous families will always kill demon cultivators who go astray. Demon cultivators practice the way of killing, and their hands are destined to be stained with blood. The ending everyone is looking forward to is chaos in the inner breath, and they go berserk.
Death. But who has thought that spiritual energy is Qi, and resentment is also Qi, so why can't we take the resentment of everyone for our own use?
In the past ten years, Ye Chen suffered all the honors and humiliations in the world and saw through the absurdity of the world. He accepted his young master as his disciple in order to become stronger so that he could avenge his dead sister and mother. How did he know that the other party gained his wholehearted trust?
, a sword pierced his heart.
If he hadn't been lucky, he would have fallen into her hands at that moment!
Ye Chen chose a pavilion and sat down. He held a cloth bag and took out a set of clean clothes. It was a disciple's outfit, but not quite. There was a circle of dark blue runes on his wrist. He felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it.
Qing saw it somewhere.
Holding the clothes in his arms, he took a deep look at the two people not far away and walked towards the side hall.
within the realm
Congran tried hard to persuade Congrong to agree to accept Ye Wan as his disciple.
It was her voice that rang out for half a stick of incense. Her mouth was dry as she spoke, but the other party was still unmoved and even wanted to leave. She was so anxious that she stamped her feet on the spot.
As a last resort, I brought out the things he was most taboo about.
"They are Miss Qiu's children. They don't care about raw noodles but also about fresh noodles, right? After all, you..."
"Please show your condolences when people leave. No matter how sad or angry you are, nothing can be saved. For now, let's hide the elders' secrets and accept them as disciples. We will seek revenge in the future. Let's talk about it later."
"Qiu Luoqing's child?" He calmly murmured to himself.
Unexpectedly, this time Calm didn't get angry, but behaved like never before. His cold eyes suddenly became blank and lost. After a long time of regaining consciousness, the clarity in his eyes returned.
He took a deep breath calmly and sighed quietly: "Her child shouldn't be here!"
The world is so big that you can go anywhere. But the world that cannot tolerate demonic cultivation is the human world, and it is the savior of the first sect. If anyone knows about it, the consequences will be disastrous.
Cong Ran gently held his hand and said in a gentle tone: "Where else can they go? Continue to stay in Fangnuanyuan and be bullied?"
"That brothel in the capital?" Congrong was shocked. After seeing Cong Ran nodding, he dropped his face and said with hesitation, "Well, is Ye Wan in the side hall? I will take her back to Danling Mountain."
Ye Chen, who had just arrived at the side hall, had not even put his clothes on the table when the door behind him was kicked open anxiously.
He was about to get angry, but when he saw clearly that the people who came in were Rongrong and Little Master, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Rongrong snorted disdainfully, and when he came to the bed, he was about to pick up the sleeping Ye Wan, but Ye Chen stopped him in time.
"Taoist Wuwei wants to take your sister in. He is half your elder, so please give me the proper courtesy." Cong Ran came out to relieve the siege and said by the way, "Xiao Shen, when will you recognize me as master?"
"He...really wants to take me in!?" Ye Chen paused with his hand raised in the air and asked doubtfully.
Cong Ran nodded.
Ye Chen retracted his hand and buried his head very low. The broken hair on his forehead obscured his eyebrows. He said in a dull tone whether he was happy or sad: "That...that's pretty good."
In this life, he wanted to stay away from the world of salvation and practice and improve his cultivation alone to seek revenge and kill people. But there was someone he cared about in the world, so how could he take his sister into danger with him? Salvation was the best wing for her.
So, he said: "Disciple, Ye Jinhua, pay homage to the Master."
The long-lost call came into her ears, and Cong Ran's eyes trembled as if it was a lifetime ago. She raised her hand and rubbed Ye Chen's furry head. Her cold fingers moved down and touched his eyebrows.
"There is no room for demonic cultivators in saving the world. Today, I will seal your demonic cave to prevent others from noticing it. The road to cultivation will be bumpy and bumpy in the future. You are gifted and accustomed to spiritual cultivation. It is estimated that you will be able to complete it in two years.
For the right result, go down the mountain and practice."
At this point, Ran lost her voice. When some leaves fell outside the house and the sand rustled, she said, "Will you regret it?"
The voice is as light as a feather.
It struck Ye Chen on the head like a thunderbolt from the blue.
The young master said to him four times in total, "Have you ever regretted it?". The first time, when he became her disciple as a disciple of Salvation, she asked him, "Do you regret it?"; the second time, at Yunhai Peak, he became a disciple of thousands
She pointed at the devil, and everyone asked him "does he regret it?"; the third time, he slaughtered half of the world of cultivation, and she ruined his big job, and knocked the sword out of his hand and asked him "does he regret it?"; the fourth time...
It was before she committed suicide that she asked him, "Have you ever regretted it?"
Life is like a chess game. You have no regrets about your moves. If you make one careless move, you will lose everything.
Until the little master was about to die, his answer was still...