A drop of burning tears hung on her weather-beaten cheek. In the long silence, Ye Chen heard her sigh quietly: "If the Immortal Lord could take care of us forever, this would not have happened."
The little master is not a saint. She will do good things to the end. Isn’t it tiring for her?
In a daze, he seemed to see the dilapidated and crippled temple, the dusty shrine, and the corner of the house hanging with cobwebs. That was the first death order he issued after bloodbathed the world of cultivation, proclaimed himself emperor, and issued.
Anyone who still believes in gods will be killed without mercy, no matter who they are.
In the last life, Emperor Ye Chen admitted that he was guilty and confessed. But at that time, no one was his opponent, and the life and death of all living beings were in his hands. What kind of gods could he pray to? Because there are no gods in this world.
Something that doesn't exist is really a waste of energy.
In Jiuyuan Continent, it is forbidden by the gods.
So far, no one cares about the temples built by the people, and the Fuyao Immortal Lord that the world often talks about has been forgotten for a long time.
During the years of Congran's imprisonment, his heart was mostly gray and gloomy.
Cong Ran sighed, and the golden butterflies around her flew back to her raised fingertips: "Follow Ye Wan back to Danling Mountain, I still have things to deal with, what's the matter?"
Questions, she will answer them.”
Ye Wan accepted the order and left with Liu Ningning first.
Ye Chen was suffocating, with a horrifying expression on his face, staring at Liu Ningning's back, as if he wanted to see a hole before giving up.
He had a weird temperament. He clearly wanted to torture the little master to pieces in his previous life, but when he saw others beating her, he became so angry that he punished the gang dozens of times. Later that night, while the little master was asleep, he
He applied the medicine to her very quietly, and was frightened half to death by her unconscious movements every time.
Cong Ran summoned Sui Feng Sword and took Ye Chen to a deserted place.
There is a patch of green bamboo behind the mountain in the courtyard, swaying in the wind and making a beautiful sound, as if someone has blown a huge bamboo flute and played a deep tune.
"This music is sad and desolate, and it makes people easily have random thoughts." Ye Chen hugged his sword and looked up at the night sky.
Now, at the end of autumn, frost has fallen, and Ye Chen is still looking like he did in summer, wearing a single coat, with his black hair tied high and hanging down on his waist. The youthful freedom, freedom and unrestrainedness are fully displayed.
After Ran hesitated, he awkwardly took off his cloak, took two steps, closed the distance between them, and put it on his shoulders.
The light fragrance and warm touch made my gently beating heart speed up so much that my ears felt hot.
"Master?" He didn't have the confidence to speak, and his voice was as loud as a mosquito, like a girl who was being teased.
When Cong Ran took back his hand, the cloak slipped a little. Ye Chen was startled and hurriedly raised his hand to grab it, but he touched her hand. He seemed to have been suddenly stepped on by a cat's tail, and he was about to pull away in an instant.
But she caught him and gave him some spiritual power: "It will be winter in a few days, don't be caught by the wind and cold."
A trace of demonic aura emerged between Ye Chen's eyebrows and eyes, but fortunately the night was dark and Cong Ran didn't notice it.
However, the scene changed and he came to the peach blossom forest.
There was a beauty with half-closed eyes, leaning against a peach tree. There were a few empty wine jars scattered under the tree. Sensing someone approaching, she tilted her head and looked under the tree. Her center of gravity was unsteady, and the people under the tree were
The young man hugged her full.
The young man lifted her hair and sniffed it, "Master is stealing wine again."
Her cheeks were stained with crimson, and she smiled lovingly, "Isn't it just for drinking wine?"
The young man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, "Master steals wine and eats, and I steal Master."
With a single movement, he pushed the beauty against the peach tree and bit down hard on the fair skin.
"Well, what are you doing?"
He increased his strength.
The beauty cried out in pain, "Hey, are you a dog?"
The young man tasted the fishy sweetness on his tongue, and then he relaxed with satisfaction, "It belongs to you."
Under the peach tree, the beauty's clothes were half-covered, and there were a few tooth marks and blood marks on her round shoulders.
Following the boy's movements, the peach blossoms on the tree fell one after another.
The young man picked up the peach blossoms that had fallen on the beauty's shoulders and brought them to her lips.
With tears in her eyes, she grabbed the petals and swallowed all the sobs into her mouth.
A stinging pain exploded from the bottom of his eyes, returning to the darkness of the moment. Ye Chen couldn't bear the pain, so he bent down and raised his hands to cover his eyes. The vague voice of the little master came to his ears, and he couldn't hear it clearly.
I don't have the heart to listen clearly.
Just when he was wondering why there was a ridiculous and affectionate scene between him and his little master, a voice came from deep inside.
[You mortals, you actually resemble your master, that’s right.]
Ye Chen put his hand between his eyebrows and said without any panic: "What's the matter with you coming out? If you have nothing to do, please don't hinder me from getting close to my little master."
The inner demon laughed wildly, comfortable yet arrogant, mysterious yet familiar. He looked at Ye Chen, as if he was trying to push people away, but also seemed to be melting people into him.
[She is the Fuyao Immortal Lord respected by thousands of people. You are just an ordinary person. Does she like you? What does the world think of you? If you don’t dominate the world, what qualifications do you have to stand by her side?
?]
The veins on Ye Chen's forehead were slightly bulging, his breath was messy, and there was a sweet feeling in his throat: "I don't need you to worry about my affairs. I woke you up, not to scold me. Just improve your cultivation, and I will take care of the rest."
To do it, you want to reshape your body or continue to stay in this body, it’s up to you.]
The demon in his heart failed to seduce him, so he was filled with resentment. He muttered a few words nervously, then turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to the other person, and then he dissipated and left.
In the world of mortals, too many people are ruined by their hearts. Regardless of spiritual or demonic cultivation, once inner demons arise and greed arises, they are doomed to destruction. Their existence can only be seen by themselves, which means whether they allow the inner demons to cause trouble or kill them
It's up to you to get rid of your inner demons, and no one else can help you.
The sword he was holding in Ye Chen's hand fell to the ground at some point. He bent down to pick it up and grabbed the first step with one hand. When Cong Ran picked it up, layers of black mist wrapped around her fingertips. She paused and frowned.
He frowned slightly, already unhappy.
"Why is your body so full of demonic energy?"
He knew she would ask this.
"Before returning to save the world, this disciple fought against people from the Soul Killing Cult, and may have been contaminated by their aura." Ye Chen pretended that his old injury was not healed, and slowly took the Xunwei Sword from Ran.
"Is it the Soul Killing Cult again?" Congran thought for a moment, his eyelashes drooping almost covering his eyeballs, "The ghost still lingers."
Xunwei trembled as he was held in Ye Chen's hand.
There is a moon tonight. Under the broken light, there is no unnecessary expression on Cong Ran's face. He takes off his black robe and puts on the elegant white one. The color is similar to the moonlight, revealing an aura of indifference. Ye Chen rubbed his hands uncomfortably.
Under the eye, touch the faint tear nevus on the eyelid.
Hot and scalding.
"In the three years since you were away, the Great Elder went to Wangu Xue's house. After returning to the Elder's House, he claimed that he met the assassin man in black. He was probably afraid of being recognized. The man in black only assisted another person and never drew his sword. In this case It is related to the murder of your senior brother and Yu Longfeng."
He listened to the other party's analysis and said: "Master, do you suspect that the man in black is a subordinate of the Soul Killing Cult?"
Cong Ran shook his head and denied: "There is no way to confirm it without any evidence. I just think that the problem occurs in the Elder's House."
In just a few years, murder cases have occurred one after another, and the murderer has been at large so far. Many people attribute the murderer to the Soul Killing Cult, the vicious Demon Lord. But Ye Chen does not think so, and even thinks that the young master is just questioning the elders. own one-sided thoughts.
Be it the Soul-Killing Cult or the Demon Lord. If he hadn't killed them in the same way in his previous life, the person he was looking for was an immortal, the one who had taken away the life of Princess Daxia and her mother with the immortal fire.
"There is God's will in the dark. If the truth is forcibly revealed... it may be more uncomfortable than being kept in the dark." Ye Chen replied.
Calmly tell her not to continue investigating this matter, as it will most likely involve too many people.
"Does a teacher have to know nothing?"
The little master just looked at him quietly, his eyes that were supposed to be gentle and infinite were filled with solemnity and coldness, and the reflection above them was so lonely.
What Ye Chen wanted to say, he still couldn't say it.
Cong Ran continued: "Lin Yi is the master of the young village of Taoyunmen. Naturally, the disciples can't remember a few of them. Apart from his close friend Yan Shaoqing and a few elders, he doesn't know anyone. Now that Yan Shaoqing is dead, The point of the spear is self-evident.”
Ye Chen did not deny her remarks.
A cold wind blew suddenly, and he subconsciously tightened his clothes, not feeling the cold wind blowing around him.
The sound of rustling noises came out by itself, like the sound of rats stepping on dead branches and leaves during their night activities. Only then did Ye Chen realize that the so-called deserted bamboo forest that Ran had brought him to was the pavilion behind the elder's courtyard.
The third sect rule of Salvation states that disciples are prohibited from entering the Elder’s House.
If you find out, you will get some good results from him.
Little did he know that Ye Chen's luck was extremely bad. Someone walked out of the lobby behind him and saw the two of them very close. He thought they were doing something indescribable. Immediately, his beard stood up with anger.
"Who! Don't you even take the rules of the salvation sect seriously?!"
Cong Ran, who had her back turned to him, turned around and saw that the person who came was Elder Yang Chen. She showed a hint of irritation and took back the barrier without saying a word. The clever ghost Ye Chen seized the opportunity. It's easy to run away anywhere.
"Master, it's getting late today, my disciple has gone to rest." Ye Chen bowed obediently and saluted.
Seeing the long sword lifting the person into the air, a suction force suddenly pulled him off the sword. When his eyes were dim and weightless, Ye Chen used a paper talisman to hit the ground and used the air waves to stabilize him. Body shape.
"Oh?" Cong Ran chuckled, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she rarely showed amusement, "You are young and vigorous, don't feel tired, come in with me as a teacher."
How can you be so unreasonable!
Ye Chen roared in his heart. The demon in his heart sat on the big rock beside him like a second uncle, holding a bag of melon seeds in his hand and cracking them vigorously.
"Head?" Yang Chen touched his beard. When he saw that the person standing next to Cong Ran was Ye Chen, his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, "You must not do it. He is a disaster star and will bring harm to the world." Isn’t it miserable enough! How could he be allowed to break the rules and come in and out of the Presbytery at will?”
"Rules are dead, people are alive."
"Also, he is not a disaster star."
Cong Ran had a condensed face, and the tassels on her sword dangled and touched the corners of her clothes, stirring up the wind that was not easy to brush against her shoulders. Regardless of Yang Chen's objection, she pulled Ye Chen straight into the lobby.
The crescent moon passed over the delicate turret, the broken leaves of the bamboo forest cast mottled afterimages, and a hazy light shone on the high wall. In Ye Chen's eyes, all the calmness was just a prelude to the coming storm.
As he passed by Yang Chen, if he hadn't been protected by his little master, he would probably have been slapped and made to vomit blood or something.
What puzzled him was that in his previous life, Elder Yang Chen said that Master Dongxiao did not dare to face the west, but in this life, no one could persuade her to change her decision as long as she encountered something related to him.
Ye Chen saw it three times alone.
The first time was when he first came to save the world, and everyone drove him away. Congran insisted on going his own way, abolishing all the seven emotions and six desires, and accepted him as his disciple.
The second time, the elders insisted that he was a good craftsman and Congran vouched for his life and trusted him.
the third time……
Her protection was blatant, but Ye Chen did not dare to speculate on whether she had selfish motives or preferences.
But she can only boil it down to one sentence: She has indeed changed a lot in this life.
In the three years since he left his little master, he had been living a prosperous life, but he always felt like there was a pair of eyes hiding in the dark, watching him all the time. Until not long ago, he met Xuan Die again at the border.
When he returned to Salvation, things still kept happening, and he didn't sleep well at all.
Just like now.
He sat dazedly in the main hall, with Cong Ran sitting on his left side. The lights under the ceiling were like monsters swallowing and staring at him, and the screams of women, children and the elderly could be heard in his ears.
[Please, save us...]
[No! Don’t kill my child!!]
[Mother, mother! You feel so cold. Let me... put some clothes on for you.]
The broken lamp on the table was like a bean, and the wax tears slowly accumulated into heavy drops, flowing down slowly like tears.
Ye Chen's pupils shrank violently, and he couldn't help but rub them gently with his hands, trying to relieve the pain in his head. Unexpectedly, there were traces of coldness that were desperately trying to penetrate inside, as if he was freezing inside.
Every bone seemed to be brittle.
Every time I move, it feels like my bones are breaking and the pain is excruciating.
[Our army has arrived at the city. Demon Lord Ye Chen, your death has come, what regrets do you have to say!]
[Taoist priest, Taoist priest Ye, save us...]
[Ye, Jin, Hua, look at what you have done! You killed someone, you killed him! Sure enough, the demons are cruel by nature, and if a dog can’t change it, it’s you who eat shit!]
[Ye Chen, from today on, you are no longer my disciple from Congran. I will personally abolish your cultivation and expel you to save the world.]
Plop - it's the sound of a string breaking in the brain.
It's so cold that it's bone-chilling.
After a while, it turned into a sudden and severe pain. What was even more frightening was that Ye Chen could not move her hands or feet. The pain seemed to crush her to pieces, and it hurt everywhere.
Every minute, every second is extremely long.
It was like thousands of insects and ants gnawing away at the internal organs. He had only endured such pain for an hour in his previous life when he took the poison.
Ye Chen bit his lip, his whole body was trembling with coldness, his breath was like gossamer, and he could feel life passing by with every breath he took.
After being tortured for a long time, the heart-wrenching pain gradually disappeared. He was breathing heavily as if he were a fish in water, and there seemed to be something cold between his eyebrows. Familiar and friendly spiritual power continued to enter his body, adjusting the messy inner breath.