Chapter 12: This seat asks to go down the mountain to experience
After being entangled with Congran for hundreds of years, he understood her thoroughly, but he didn't take it to heart. He forgot that she didn't eat spicy food, and that she had an old illness, and he still tortured her.
Regarding her matter, it was only today that Ye Chen realized that she was not as safe in Salvation as he thought. A group of people from the Soul Killing Cult might have been targeting Cong Ran earlier than now to kill her!
Whether it is the current imperial court or the leading sects in the world, there are all rotten, beast-like people sitting in positions of power, devouring the imperial court and being paid; people with conduct like wolves and dogs are in charge, and people who are nothing but servile and humble come out. Control the government.
It's extremely confusing.
Ye Chen's eyes were dancing, and he looked drunkenly at Calm standing at the door. He rubbed his head, and when he looked again, a small figure emerged from behind him and ran towards him.
"Fuyao Immortal, Xiao Shen, are you not injured?"
Ye Wan worriedly pulled Ye Chen to look left and right.
Cong Ran put Lin Yi's body back into the Qiankun Bag, and the golden light no longer came out. She said lightly: "It's okay, he is just too tired. He has been in Liangzhou Hall these days. Good luck and good health, I will prepare to pay homage to Yu Longfeng in a few days."
A cold light swept over, and he stared at Congran calmly and expressionlessly. The latter paused, said goodbye to Ye Wan, and was about to get up and leave the elders' house when a dark shadow fell in front of his eyes.
Cong Ran's heart skipped a beat, but he still said calmly: "Brother, what's the matter?"
Calm's eyes were as clear as water, and the bottom of his eyes was a bottomless black. He waved his hand and formed a realm, so outsiders could not hear the conversation between the two.
"I may have to leave Salvation for a while." After a while, his thin lips opened slightly, "You have to be busy with the matters in the sect alone."
"Looking for Yi'er's murderer?"
Congran raised his eyes and nodded slowly under her gaze.
"Then...it's troublesome."
As the sound fell, her head was gently touched by a hand. Before leaving, Congran looked back at the figure standing alone in the crowd.
There seemed to be hesitation in the words that were not blurted out.
There are hundreds of sects in the martial world, both inside and outside the martial arts world, who all pay attention to the leading faction. Even trivial things can be written into scripts and spread throughout the world. This salvation and the murder of Yu Longfeng will definitely become a major focus. And Cong Ran, who is she? The famous Beixie White Tea, Fuyao Immortal. She is powerful and has the world in mind. Even if she is in a desperate situation, she can fight back and earn a glimmer of hope.
Can
But she couldn't even protect her beloved disciple.
He poured a glass of wine calmly, his expression became increasingly gloomy and uncertain under the light, and the strong wind blew the hem of his clothes fluttering.
In late summer and early autumn, the weather turns cooler and it’s time for a change.
Returning to Liangzhou Hall, Ye Chen consciously went to the side hall, pushed open the door to avoid Cong Ran's sight, and held on to the wall with both hands weakly. His legs were weak, and he looked like he was about to fall down at any time. .Looking into people's memories twice a day, not only exhausting internal energy, but also extremely harmful to the body. His face looked sleepy, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. His eyes were blurred and had no focus. He calmed down and went to bed to meditate.
He had to go through the ups and downs he had encountered on the road of spiritual practice all over again. He asked himself: What is spiritual practice? Is it just the word salvation that I seek?
Sitting and meditating all day long is not spiritual practice. It is like the monks in the temple knocking wooden fish and chanting sutras. To break away from the world of mortals and live indifferently and understand the true meaning of life is the ultimate goal of spiritual practice. But the chaos in the world is like a play where you sing and I appear. How can you get away without causing trouble?
A breath circulated in the body, and demonic energy emerged several times. Ye Chen hurriedly suppressed it, and there seemed to be a faint light floating in the empty Dantian.
There are vague signs of Qi training.
However, the next second, a sudden loud noise suddenly interrupted him. His breath was confused, and he almost lost all his efforts. A mouthful of old blood felt like it was stuck in his throat.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Chen said speechlessly: "What do you want, senior brother? I'm here to visit you in the middle of the night."
"Elder brother's body is missing!" Xie Fang's face turned purple from suppressing the pain, and he felt much better after spitting out these words.
Ye Chen ignored his physical discomfort and swallowed the fishy sweetness. He hurriedly climbed down from the bed, opened the door, and asked: "How is it possible?!"
How could Senior Brother Lin's body be missing?
Ran's Qiankun bag has always been carried close to her body. With her cultivation, no one in the world can touch her. Besides, this is a salvation, and no one dares to touch her old man's things. Could it be that she lost it herself?
Come on? This possibility will never happen to her Beixie Baicha.
After rebirth, Ye Chen had not yet stepped into the main hall of Liangzhou Hall. In his previous life, he went in to clean up the house and accidentally broke the weapon in Cong Ran's room. The stupid dog with no brains disposed of the weapon directly.
Lost it. But the next day, Cong Ran kicked his door, holding the "Wuqiu" rattan whip, and asked if he had lost the utensil.
Xie Fang didn't know anything about it either. He was sleeping soundly, so Cong Ran dragged him up and asked him to find the body. In the middle of the night, he was looking for a dead person in the dark to commit evil.
He had a headache and said: "Anyway, the senior brother can't be found. Now the realm of salvation is sealed, and you can't get in or out."
"Is it Master's fault to seal the realm?"
"The elders don't know yet."
Ye Chen was not surprised by this.
He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on his shoulders. Thinking that her face was pale when she came back, and that she might have been injured by the black butterfly today, he asked Xie Fang to go to the Lin family's ancestral tomb.
Xie Fang yawned: "Master is probably there by now, let's go quickly."
The hand wearing the belt gave a hard slap, and Ye Chen raised his head in surprise, confirming what he just said, with a sneer on his lips.
This master of his cares about the overall situation.
Cong Ran's blood was cold, and Ye Chen used his heart to cover her, but in the end she was always injured and dripping with blood. In his previous life, when he heard that the forbidden technique, the Gate of Life and Death, could save the dead, Ye Chen begged her and pulled her clothes.
Kneel on the ground and beg her for help.
But Congran turned a deaf ear and sternly warned against practicing forbidden arts.
Later, Ye Chen resurrected his sister and mother without telling everyone, but was discovered by Cong Ran. She destroyed all his formations and stood with her hands behind her back in the cold wind, lashing his face with a vine whip.
There was blood dripping from her face. Ye Chen was crying beside her until his heart broke, but she crushed all her hopes in front of him.
Now Cong Ran is just injured and goes to arrest people. Is there anything strange about it?
When the two arrived at Lin's ancestral tomb mountain, everything was safe and sound. Facing hundreds of tombs, Ye Chen was filled with emotion. Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure, Cong Ran squatting in front of a tombstone. She had her back to Ye Chen.
He was holding two pots of pear blossom white in his hand, one pot was unopened, and most of the other pot was drunk.
Ye Chen got a little closer and saw that it was a grave that had just been built but had been soiled. Lin Yi's body was missing. Now he had a reasonable explanation. However, the young master came to the grave in the middle of the night... to drink with the dead body?
"Master, this disciple has inspected and found no senior brother. I'm afraid that man has left Salvation." Xie Fang pursed his lips and said in a low voice.
"Are they from the Soul-Slaying Cult?" Cong Ran put the wine bottle on the ground, dug into his pocket for a long time, and took out a dead black butterfly.
Ye Chen and Xie Fang looked at each other, leaned over and saw Xuande with fangs and tentacles, and said one after another: "I don't know."
"I don't know..." Cong Ran looked up to the sky and sighed, with a hint of worry in his brows. His slender hands were holding the wine bottle, shaking it. If she hadn't been given the title of not getting drunk after a thousand cups, if it hadn't been for Ye Chen who often He made her lose her composure by getting her drunk, and he really thought she was drunk.
Ye Chen half-squinted his eyes and stared at her profile. The cold light shone between the bridge of her nose, making her look fragile and callous. He suddenly felt that this person was quite pitiful.
As long as he doesn't have anything to do, just copy the rules!
In the next nine years, Ye Chen could be said to have tried every means to hide from Cong Ran. Whether it was from practicing martial arts to eating, clothing, or living, he never asked anyone for anything he could do by himself. Therefore, a problem arose. Cong Ran Jing He was asked to come to the main hall of Liangzhou Hall to clean up with an order, and he was randomly checked every month to see if his strength had increased.
From every angle, she had fulfilled her duties as a master, but Ye Chen always felt that something was wrong, something was strange.
For example, when it comes to cleaning the main hall, why do you need to wash her clothes more? Why do you need to teach her step by step when checking her strength? What's outrageous is that whenever Ye Chen mentions Xie Fang in front of Cong Ran, her face becomes serious. There would be a flash of feeling lost, and it would disappear in the blink of an eye, but Ye Chen would still catch it.
People have seven emotions and six desires, and they will not hate or love without any reason.
Ye Chen hated the last person because of a few beatings, but his view of her changed slightly because of a bowl of sweet soup.
He is not a heinous person, but there are so few good things and people in the world that he can remember, so few that he can count them on one hand. How do you tell him to remember good things and not hate?
The crooked-necked tree grows more and more crooked.
Living under the same roof, looking up and looking down, facing each other day and night, the love will grow over time, not to mention Ye Chen is already a young and vigorous boy, full of energy. When he saw the little master's confused look after waking up from sleep, or when she suddenly broke in after taking a bath, he Intrusion happened more than once, and what he couldn't escape was a whipping.
The pain stimulated the nerves, and the coquettish demeanor of the pain in the past and the troubled, cold and shy demeanor of this life all made him excited and excited.
I have to admit that Ye Chen is a little tempted to resign from Ran.
Because of this realization, he slapped himself on the spot and soaked in a cold pool for a whole night! Because in this life, Cong Ran is his master, and he can only be his master, and will not develop into other relationships.
It's a pity that God's calculations are not as good as those of humans.
In recent years, Cong Ran always called Ye Chen when something happened, so the two always remained inseparable. It was not unusual for the disciples of Salvation Villa to bump into each other the first time, and they would not notice it twice or three times, but they would not notice it seven or eight times or even several months. After coming down, if I don’t feel anything strange anymore, there’s probably something wrong with my brain.
"Junior brother Ye has surpassed me in cultivation in just nine years. The younger generation is awesome. If I can't do it, I have to work harder!"
"A famous teacher gives birth to a great disciple. I think Immortal Fuyao must have given him a lot of miraculous medicines. Otherwise, why would his cultivation soar so high that it would be as if he had learned forbidden arts?"
Someone couldn't stand hearing this and came out and said: "I think you are jealous. Didn't the cultivation of the young village master also advance by such a rapid pace at that time? You are also making comments here. You have so much free time and you don't know how to practice, so you are talking nonsense here? Sigh? , why are you leaving without saying anything?"
"Fu... Fuyao Immortal, hello." The disciple hurriedly lowered his head and saluted.
The man thought that the other party was joking with him again, and snorted with disdain: "Even if the King of Heaven comes, I will make it clear to you. The last thing we need to save the world is a talkative person. If I find out again...
"
Before he could finish his words, someone behind him preempted him: "In the lightest case, he will be punished by copying the rules and regulations, and in the most serious case, he will be expelled from the school."
"Why did you steal my words...Ah, hello, Master."
Ye Chen turned around, just one glance, and his knees almost weakened as he kowtowed three times and bowed nine times.
Congran's robe is snow-white and spotless. Even the sunlight is too embarrassed to leave mottled tree shadows. Her hair is jet black, which brings out the poetic luster of the pearl-white neck under his bun. And her back is straight, as if
This figure as tall and graceful as a poplar tree contains great tenacity.
Even though he is angry, he still smiles and looks at him with affection.
She curled her red lips and said jokingly: "It's a pretty good imitation."
"Disciple, I know my mistake." Ye Chen lowered his head quickly, glanced at her face, and asked kindly, "Master is also here for dinner?"
The first step for a cultivator is to practice fasting. The second step is to practice it with concentration. For a person with the ability of the young master, eating is purely a habit.
Congran said "Yes", nine years of time could not be found on her body, but the child in front of her had grown into a young man in his prime. Her slightly raised hand could not fall on Ye Chen's.
On the head, it slid to the shoulders and patted away the stuck dust.
"Want to come together?" When she stopped her hand, she looked at Ye Chen, who was the same height as herself, and asked.
Ye Chen was flattered and excused himself with a random excuse: "No, I'm waiting for Senior Brother Xie."
But his stupid master took it seriously.
If all living beings, countless small and ordinary existences are compared to stars, then they will become the bright moon, eye-catching. She is proud and arrogant at the same time.
Everyone knew that Fuyao Fairy was self-disciplined and selfless, but how could they know that she didn't even have a meal with anyone by her side. In the noisy cafeteria, everyone gathered together in groups, but she was the only one sitting by the window.
In the corner, the chair in front of you was empty. In an instant, no matter how good the food was, it became a boring thing to fill your stomach.
Ye Wan walked towards the gathering place with the vegetables and rice.
In the past nine years, Ye Chen has become close friends with the disciples of the Salvation Sect, except for a few who don't like him. At this time, he was chatting happily with a female disciple, smiling but not smiling, with the female disciple in his eyes.
Thinking about other things.
"Why don't you go to Fuyao Immortal Lord's place?" Ye Wan saw that there was an empty seat next to him and sat down.
"Sister?"
Ye Chen counted the time and found that she had not been to Danling Mountain for nearly half a year. He scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that her cultivation level seemed to have improved a bit. He was quite surprised when Ye Wan mentioned the little master. He smiled bitterly and said:
"Master is used to being lonely. Every time I stick to him, it's like sticking to a cold butt, which makes people annoying."
"How rare!" A male disciple pretended to be amazed and joked, "I didn't expect that there are people who are afraid of the great savior Yihua. Don't you have a very good relationship with Fuyao Immortal?"
What's so good? The relationship is so good that he gets whipped with a cane every three seconds? So good that he treats each other coldly every day? He's not a masochist.
The face-conscious Ye Chen came to his lips and changed his meaning: "What a joke, am I afraid of her? I'll go now."
He spoke confidently, picked up the food plate and moved it in front of Cong Ran. He wanted to pull out the chair rudely and sit on it, but somehow, when Ye Chen looked at the overly quiet little master, the fierceness in his heart disappeared.
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Honest Bajiao was like an obedient puppy, cautious in every word and action, until he chewed on a piece of meat bone, and his true nature was revealed. The meat and bone were tightly bonded together, and Ye Chen tore at it desperately, and the chopsticks suddenly lost their grip, and the whole thing
The piece of meat flew into the rice bowl opposite.
There were teeth marks on the greasy meat.
"..."
quiet
Dead silence
Ye Chen was panicking in his heart. He forced out a smile awkwardly and said, "Master, why don't you help me pinch it out for you?"
"Ye, Jin, Hua!"
There was an uncontrollable anger flashing in Cong Ran's eyes. This kind of anger was something Ye Chen didn't see often, only...
"Disciple...disciple didn't mean it." Ye Chen swallowed, stood up and took it out. He didn't dare to look at Cong Ran's face, for fear of calling out Shenwu "Wuqiu" again in front of everyone.
"Why do you look so ugly when you eat?" Congran lost her appetite, put her chopsticks on the edge of the bowl, and wiped her mouth with paper.
"Master..." Ye Chen's eyelids were twitching wildly. He had a premonition that he seemed to be punished by copying the rules again.
Before he became Cong Ran's apprentice, she told herself that he would go down the mountain to experience in two years, but for nine years, she had not mentioned a word about it. Ye Chen mentioned it intentionally, and she already knew that his cultivation level was too low to be able to do anything on his own.
On the grounds of security, he was tied to his side.
Now that his cultivation has reached a bottleneck, it's time to...
"Master, my disciple wants to go down the mountain to practice."
Facing those bright eyes that were unconcerned with the world and loved the world, Ye Chen spoke softly; This chapter has been completed!