Thousands of miles high in the sky, without stars or moon, he carried people with a sword and walked away. But the silence was too much, the cool breeze did not blow on him, and tiredness swept over him uncontrollably. Ye Chen was at the time when he was growing taller.
He curled up and fell asleep holding his flute.
However, almost as soon as he took a nap, he suddenly woke up again.
Ye Chen looked around like a vigilant little beast and found that he had arrived at the rescue. He was being held by Cong Ran and walked towards Liangzhou Hall. The flowers planted on both sides were in full bloom and fragrant.
The urge to die here.
It was obvious that fatigue had penetrated from his four legs into his flesh and bones. Ye Chen's limbs and bones were all soft and light, but he still stubbornly broke away from his little master's arms.
"You feel restless when you wake up?"
The extremely gentle voice brought back his somewhat anchored thoughts.
Someone who had his feet on the ground froze. He turned around with a smile and saluted Cong Ran: "Disciple, go back to the side hall by yourself without bothering Master."
As he spoke, the soles of his feet seemed to be greased, and he slipped out ten meters away in a swish, almost bumping into Xie Fang, who had come looking for the sound and appeared at the corner.
His eyes caught sight of a man dressed in fancy clothes, gold and silver, and he almost didn't recognize him as his senior brother. If it weren't for Xie Fang's green hair, he would have thought there was something important going on that night and he needed his help.
The nickname "Peacock" is not chosen randomly.
Ye Chen grabbed Xie Fang's hand as if he was grabbing a savior: "Huh? Senior brother isn't sleeping either, so let's practice sword fighting and have a few moves!"
The sudden enthusiasm confused Xie Fang, and he was confused. Without waiting for questions, Cong Ran behind them spoke up: "You want to follow me to the Elder's House, and you will have to copy the rules and regulations when you come back.
Let one of you practice your sword by yourself these days. If you don't understand anything, come and ask your master."
"No, let this disciple have a good rest?" Ye Chen was angry.
Cong Ran glanced at him: "You are so energetic, do you still need to rest?"
"??"
If he had known this, he might as well have pretended to sleep till the end!
At this point, Ye Chen "willingly" followed Cong Ran to the Elder's House. Everyone looked like they owed him a million and eighty thousand. Everywhere he went, it was so dark that even the orange cat that happened to pass by was so surprised that he ran away elsewhere.
"..."
Tsk
The two entered Liangzhou Hall and left in a blink of an eye. Xie Fang stared at their backs with an imperceptible smile on his lips. However, when he saw the flute held in Ye Chen's palm and the red hairpin worn by Cong Ran.
The smile suddenly froze.
The two sparks that gathered in his eyes disappeared in the depths of his eyes in an instant.
Master really cares about the new junior brother...
On the way to the Elder's House, Ye Chen was so rude that he sneezed four or five times in a row, tears streaming down his face, and he couldn't stand up straight. Cong Ran walked in front, and did not slow down his pace specifically because of him.
"My little master is a heartless person. If you count on her, the sow will climb into the tree and the sun will rise in the west."
Ye Chen's mouth opened and closed, and in the middle of complaining about his itchy nose, he didn't have time to close his mouth, and he sneezed so loudly that he screamed: "Ah, cut~!"
As soon as Ran stopped and Ye Chen bumped into her back, he heard a scolding voice: "If it's cold, wear more clothes. Wear so little, are you trying to be coquettish?"
At first glance, Ye Chen thought that Cong Ran was really scolding him, but when he thought about the meaning of this sentence carefully, he seemed to be a little more concerned. He looked at the little master suspiciously, trying to express his feelings in the face that showed no sadness or joy.
A trace of movement was seen on the shocked face.
Sure enough, the next moment, a hand was placed on his shoulder. The golden light floated, turning into a golden ball and sinking into his arm. Warmth spread and enveloped him. Ye Chen lazily hit him and glanced vaguely at the end of his eyes. To Congran's smiling eyes.
In the Presbytery, all the lights are on.
The dazzling light, the noisy voices, and the faces of the group of people present made yesterday's past seem like a dream. They all insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in to each other, but the point of discussion was the massacre by the Soul Killing Cult.
Third Zhang Lao Yang Chen narrated the facts quietly: "Based on the incident of Yu Longfeng's annihilation of the family, the young village owner has been dead for more than half a year, but he was still able to send letters and messages to Salvation during this period. He should not have died at that time. "
"What if I send a traitor?"
Yang Chen's complexion turned gray in an instant.
Everyone couldn't believe their ears, it felt like a thunderbolt hit their heads, and it felt like someone had poured cold water on them from head to toe, and their whole bodies were numb.
"Master, why did you say this?" Great Elder Zi Suyi was as cold as ice and intimidating.
Cong Ran sat lazily on the chair, picked up the tea on the table with his green-white fingers, took a sip, carefully placed Lin Yi's body next to him, and tapped his eyebrows with his fingertips as if reluctant to leave. : "A dead person cannot speak, but the corpse can tell the truth. Although there are strange escape methods in the world that can preserve the human body very well, it is not difficult to tell how long it has been dead. You thought Yi'er was still alive six months ago, but what if he lied Woolen cloth?"
A sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth, looking at the two people on the stage who looked thoughtful.
Later, Cong Ran revealed everyone's guess: "His death may have been a fake death, and correspondingly, there must be a traitor in our sect communicating with him."
Yang Chen looked at her eyes and said, "Master, are you suspecting that your apprentice has a problem with principle?"
His always lazy voice should have made the person feel soft and confused, as blurry as the orchid in the empty valley, but now it was as cold as a cold pool: "I treat everyone equally, and I will not protect Yi'er just because he is my disciple! "
The surroundings were empty and quiet.
The night wind blew in in small circles from the long window in the corridor, making Ye Chen's temples ache.
Cong Ran's words completely stunned him.
Ye Chen was stunned for half a minute.
He looked like he had been stung by a sudden scorpion, and his mouth was open like a mute. It was as if he had many, many things he wanted to say, but was choked by a devil, unable to say anything.
My little master, I won’t defend anyone’s shortcomings.
Cong Ran sat next to him, half of her face covered by her hanging bangs. Ye Chen looked away anxiously, not seeing the expression on her face at all, for fear that she would say anything to him.
"Just calm down and calm down."
The attention of others immediately focused on Cong Ran.
"Xi Zuo? Salvation has existed in the world for a long time. If there really was any Xi Zuo, the family would have been wiped out long ago. The person the leader is talking about is probably the one who is following you, little brother Ye, right?"
"After all, once he comes, there will be no peace for the world."
Ye Chen's happy mood sank as if it was tied to a stone.
Congran frowned and immediately rejected everyone's idea: "This matter has nothing to do with him, could it be so simple?"
Ye Chen's lowered eyes trembled.
Next, Cong Ran lived up to expectations and explained: "I have been with him these past few days. If he is really a traitor, I will not be able to detect it."
"..." Ye Chen's face fell and he sighed gloomily: It's really heartbreaking.
A faint light flashed in Yang Chen's eyes, and his face was illuminated by the lights, creating a strange effect: "Why should the master trust him? You know people and faces, but you don't know their hearts. You have doubted the young master of the village, so why can't we?
Doubt him!"
Ye Chen, who had been holding back his anger, finally found an outlet. He looked a bit respectful, and his words were half mocking and half careless: "You guys have a bad memory. Master planted a soul corpse in my body.
Gu, this alone is enough, right?"
"Snapped!"
The tea cup that was originally in Cong Ran's hand was slammed to the ground by her. Her eyes suddenly turned cold, and the whole hall was filled with a dignified atmosphere. Some people who were watching the show with playful expressions restrained their expressions. Ye Chenli was relieved.
Recently, I was so frightened by her reaction that I trembled all over.
"Ye Jinhua, you, apologize to the elders immediately!" Cong Ran stood up, his eyes shining brightly at Ye Chen.
He was so startled that he couldn't even speak steadily: "Master?"
"You have no respect for your elders, who taught you that?"
"I……"
Ye Chen was really confused.
Congran raised his chin slightly and said in a cold voice: "Why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake!"
He reacted this time, but his brain had lost the ability to direct his actions. "Plop-", he fell to his knees on the ground as stiff as a stone, staring blankly at the mocking, surprised,
human face.
In the last life... In the last life, he went to the flower house without telling the truth and was discovered by the young master. He was so stubborn that he refused to admit it and refused to kneel down. She just called out the golden vine "Wuqiu" and slapped him on the body again and again.
, making him unable to bear the pain and admitting his mistake and punishment.
The snow-white robe was slightly swaying. Congran cupped his fists and saluted, and humbly blamed himself: "I am not good at teaching my children. I have contradicted you, so please don't put it on me."
A group of people who were originally planning to fuss over it saw the leader speaking in person and did not intend to continue to dwell on the matter. They waved their hands and replied: "It's okay, it's okay. It's harmless."
Ye Chen turned his head, showing a bit of confusion.
Then, the person who had just scolded him for forcing him to kneel actually knelt down to help him up, quickly wrote a few words in his palms, and then asked him to sit back down.
During the whole process, Cong Ran's expression remained the same, as if he was a stranger. There was no emotion in his eyes, but his eyes were dark and deep.
If not...
[As a teacher, I can’t disobey the Great Elder now, and you will suffer.]
Without what she wrote, he almost thought it was true.
Ye Chen's pursed lips trembled, and after a long time, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his thin lips.
The dispute in the hall is still going on.
He no longer wanted to listen.
Ye Chen replaced tea with wine and drank several cups in a row. Perhaps his body was not as good as before and the drunkenness quickly came to his head. When he lowered his head to pour the wine, he saw Lin Yi lying on the ground and thought he was quite handsome.
He sneaked his hand close to Lin Yi's body and continued to peek at the scene he had not yet seen.
For a moment, a stinging pain penetrated into the back of his head, and another scene appeared.
A ray of sunlight shined directly into Ye Chen's eyes. He closed his eyes in pain and used his hands to cover them. When he squinted and looked again, he saw that this was a village at the foot of Duwang Mountain.
If you go a hundred feet farther from Poison King Mountain, you can reach the Demon Realm. He woke up at that time and crawled out of the land of dead people and bones alive. But at that time, the village was a dead town, with a total of more than ten people. At night, it was even more obvious.
gloomy.
Lin Yi was there, followed by a man.
There is a dirty kid in town who is being beaten.
"Don't hurt my flowers, don't hurt..." He was bruised all over his body and his hands were dripping with blood, but he still protected the white flowers with his body regardless of the pain.
"Idiot, you still need to protect the flower?" One person laughed and kicked it away.
Lin Yi couldn't bear to save the child. The child stood up tremblingly from the ground holding the flowers, with watery eyes showing sincerity: "Can I follow you?"
The man following Lin Yi replied decisively: "No."
"Why?" the child asked innocently.
"Aren't you afraid that we are also bad people?" The man deliberately scared him.
Lin Yi chuckled and patted the man's arm: "Shaoqing, stop making trouble."
Yan Shaoqing snorted twice and said nothing more, tacitly agreeing to go with this dirty kid.
Ye Chen glanced at some of the slapstick nonsense on the way and pulled the fast forward button to advance the plot. The sky was blazing with red clouds rolling in, and the sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk.
That night, the three of them camped by the river to rest for the night. The child caught fish for them and cooked it.
Unexpectedly, the child was poisoned in the grilled fish. Lin Yi, who knew nothing about the evil in the world, took it without much thought.
Lin Yi smiled and took a bite of the steaming grilled fish and praised: "Look how sensible I am, what about you? When will you show respect to your master?"
Yan Shaoqing ate the grilled fish, spit out a bunch of thorns, scratched his ears, and said disgustedly: "Don't be a bitch, I can't even close your mouth with food."
Hearty laughter sounded.
After dinner, several people went into the tent to rest early. Ye Chen stared at the fish bones outside for a long time, then touched and smelled them. Unfortunately, he didn't get any substantial answers.
Ye Chen would not be able to name this poison for a while, but it could control people in a short period of time. The murderer behind the scenes controlled Lin Yi to go to Yulong Peak, but Lin Yi broke away and broke the spell on the way. Now the opponent panicked. For nearly half a month,
I don't dare to continue to control it.
When Lin Yi felt that he was normal, the man in black came up with a plan to let the child wander around under Yulong Peak. The fragrance emanating from the child tempted the disciples entering and leaving Yulong Peak to kill each other, leading to a great tragedy.
After that, someone went up the mountain to report that Lin Yi led his disciples to the broken house and died tragically there.
As the scene gradually turned black, Ye Chen probably figured out what was going on, but... why would Lin Yi believe a stranger? Or, what method did the child use to force Lin Yi to use poisonous fish?
Ye Chen vaguely realized that the child did not show any fear of others when he was talking to Lin Yi. To confirm this, he wanted to take another peek.
Before he could dive headlong into the technique, his body issued a warning, forcing him to withdraw his hand and escape from the past.
The dilated pupils regained some focus and were filled with fear. The organs in Ye Chen's chest were beating very fast. He was so panicked that it was like cold water was poured over him, and he leaned limply on the chair.
There is a veil in front of the unknown truth, which is clearly close at hand but yet out of reach.
If the leader of the Soul Killing Cult had taken a fancy to Lin Yi's body, he would not have let him die in Yulong Peak without taking him away. Faced with the tragic death of his beloved disciple, the master must have been heartbroken and came here.
In this way, it can barely be explained that the idiot's approach is to let the truly valuable people come over.
It’s scary to think about it!
Unbelievable!
Cong Ran was still trying to argue that Ye Chen was not a craftsman. Just then, the closed door was pushed open, and with a "squeak", accompanied by the footsteps of the visitor, he returned to a long silence.
Under the dim yellow light, the calm and slightly pursed lips revealed that he could not refuse: "Okay, I will investigate the young village master's affairs alone. Don't get involved anymore, let alone get hurt again."
Cong Ran lowered his gaze and wanted to speak again.
Ye Chen put his hand on her wrist and shook his head at her.
Cong Ran was stunned and looked at his open-mouthed mouth without a sound: Master, this matter must be done slowly, there is no need to rush, and besides, you are still ill. This chapter has been completed!