Chapter 21: Blame me for being blind and unable to see her well
Xie Fang rushed in with disheveled clothes. Ye Chen hurriedly handed the little master to him as if he were a relative. Xie Fang looked at the two of them doubtfully and sent him back to the house. He put on some clothes and returned to the courtyard.
Seeing Ye Chen holding up a small ceramic cup and looking at the bright moon like an idiot, he was lost in thought.
Immediately, he said angrily: "Look, a drink can make you two drunk like this. You are very promising."
One was so drunk that he was unconscious, the other was so drunk that his face was red and he was in a daze.
"I... don't." Ye Chen looked up when he heard the sound, and saw Xie Fang, whose face was so black that he could pinch out water, was standing in front of him. He explained, "Master is in a bad state. It's not good to drink alone."
"Is it enough for two people to drink?" Xie Fang's eyes widened.
"..." No, why are the words of concern coming out of his mouth so unpleasant?
Xie Fang glanced at the mess on the table with a very complicated expression. Ye Chen couldn't see clearly. What he wanted to say, he heard a dull sigh: "You'd better advise her to drink less. Master, now
My body is not as big as before and I get drunk easily."
"Isn't she known as a thousand cups?" Ye Chen hesitated.
Under his scorching gaze, Xie Fang first stared at Ye Chen in surprise for a long time, as if to confirm whether the other party was really ignorant, and then calmly shook his head: "Her drinking capacity is worrying, at most she cannot exceed..."
He held up three fingers and said, "Just pour three glasses, no matter what the wine is."
Fuyao Immortal, four words, no one knows, no one knows, she is like a fairy in the sky, there is no one who can't do it. Now there is a person telling you that the so-called Jianghai drinker is fake, he feels that his knowledge has been
An unprecedented disruption.
Ye Chenli was dumbfounded and sighed: "Then..."
Xie Fang answered his question: "Master loves face. Every time he drinks, he uses his internal power to force the alcohol out of his body. But now that her spirit is damaged, using her spiritual power is like digging out her heart and peeling off her flesh."
pain."
Damaged?
If Ye Chen hadn't fought against his puppet master in his previous life, he would have believed her as a "paper tiger" who pretended to be a mere posturing. Who would have thought that she could turn her hands into clouds, turn her hands into rain, and play with all living beings in the palm of her hand?
At the end of the late period, the immortal king of the world killed and abolished the elders who had been oppressing him. He wanted to have some peace and quiet, but he was caught and imprisoned in the Demon Palace by this unfilial disciple.
Ye Chen laughed twice.
If the young master is a reborn person, it can be understood that in his previous life, he did not dare to take risks because of the danger of leaving the country, so he had to show his ignorance to others. But in this life, she could have killed a few troublemakers directly, but she did not.
[You are not the only one who is reborn.]
He suddenly remembered the inner demon's warning.
Avoid alerting the enemy?
Ye Chen's eyelids twitched and his brows furrowed. He suddenly didn't dare to think any more and blurted out, "How did you get hurt?"
"How did it get hurt? You actually asked me?" Xie Fang's face, which always smiles when watching dramas, was a bit restrained, his eyebrows drooped, and his mouth was closed tightly, as if it had been elongated and turned into a slit.
Ye Chen seemed to remember where he had seen such an expression. Fortunately, Muyu's brain was not knotted, and he remembered what this man said before he died in his previous life.
He shuddered inadvertently, and he reacted belatedly. He was about to scold himself for living longer and going back when he realized that he was not afraid of thanking someone, but was afraid of what he would tell him next.
The hammer fell into the pile of cotton - it was too weak to be used.
The melancholy and sorrow of a glass of wine, because of the cold moonlight, entered the eyes and reached the eyebrows.
Xie Fang's back was facing the bright moon, while Ye Chen was looking at the dark side. The dark man spoke: "You... know nothing?!"
Instead of the timid and heart-rending roars of the past, Ye Chen was not used to hearing the faint voice now, and could only feel a bit of sadness, shock and other emotions mixed with it.
Inexplicably, a layer of sadness settled in my heart, and a heart-wrenching pain hit me.
He could have just excused himself, but he didn't.
even
The words presented are all extremely careful.
It seems that Xie Fang is not a real person, but a phantom that can be shattered at the first glance. His rebirth is just a dream, a beautiful scene projected by a mirage. It is also his reflection, seeing what he is most obsessed with.
He was suddenly like a child who had lost his beloved rattle and was at a loss. A pair of silly hands grabbed the corner of Xie Fang's clothes, looking like an aggrieved domestic dog: "Don't, don't be angry, senior brother, if I know,
Why should I ask you this question even if I get scolded by you?"
Xie Fang paused, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He hesitated how to pat the pig's hoof away from his waist. The stupid dog looked at it dryly for a few times, then loosened his hand knowingly.
He held his forehead and said, "What a sinner, if the person you asked today was not my master, she would definitely beat you until you couldn't get out of bed for three days and three nights."
This is true, even if the little master's temper has changed a lot in this life, if a stupid dog commits a crime, he still can't escape a whipping, and the red mark on his back will not disappear for three to five months.
"Do you still remember that when you first came to save the world, you broke the spirit stone into pieces?"
Ye Chen nodded.
Xie Fang saw his honest and courteous appearance and changed his words: "Master, in order to protect you, I received a slap from the elder and abolished the seven emotions and six desires. Although for a monk who has cut off the mortal world and has no distractions,
, Emotions are slow, but that doesn’t mean they can be discarded at will. Secondly, in order to prove that you are not a trickster, she planted the Soul Corpse Gu in your body, and are you very happy to have your lives tied together? "
At this point, everything said above is reasonable and well-founded. Ye Chen understood it in advance, so there is no room for refutation.
Ye Chen was in a state of confusion, with a grimace on his face and his head lowered lower as he listened. Xie Fang could vaguely guess his thoughts and let out a breath, as if all the previous grudges were to be understood at once.
"Thirdly, I don't know where she came back from. When Taoist Wuwei took her pulse, he found that she was poisoned by the spirit-dispersing poison."
The hand that was picking at the stone stool was not strong enough, and the nail was broken, and hot thick fluid gushes out from the broken part. Ye Chen no longer has the heart to care.
Sprinkling spirit poison...
When the poison occurs, life is worse than death, and the spiritual veins all over the body are exhausted, and the pain will become more painful with each attack, until the pain is so painful that it can no longer be endured, and finally disintegrates and dissipates between heaven and earth.
If Ye Chen had difficulty breathing after planting the spirit poison, then more shocking news would cost him half his life.
Xie Fang's cold voice still sounded: "She has already declined to this point. When she heard you say that she wanted to go down the mountain, without saying a word, half of her soul was split and attached to the purse bag she gave you. I thought you
We all know it, but you don’t know anything!”
A flash of thunder flashed across the sky, followed by a loud noise.
There were ripples in Peach Blossom's eyes, and tears of panic were about to rush out of his eyes. The two purses placed close to his chest were so heavy that his spine was bent.
Xie Fang's words sounded shrill and harsh in the evening breeze. Ye Chen's face turned pale due to the spasm of his heart. It seemed that his heart had temporarily stopped.
During the tyrannical years of King Lintian, corpses covered the fields, blood flowed into rivers, grievances filled the mountains and rivers, and cries moved the heaven and earth. Hundreds of monks came to fight, and they stood up with their swords drawn. Outside the city wall, every one of them fell red and stained with blood.
, distributed in armor, buried in the heart pierced by thousands of swords, with iron bones clanking, martyred in the towering tower.
He killed as many people as the stars in the sky and the dust on the ground.
Injury is inevitable when the soul is weak, and this pain is no better than if he committed suicide by taking poison. From time to time, there will be an extremely sharp stabbing pain in his forehead, as if someone has directly pierced his forehead with a pointed awl. And his abdomen.
The Dantian was rolling with the surging river water, and it was as hot as evil fire, burning from the chest to the intestines, and even the pit of the heart began to throb.
If he hadn't been watched every time he meditated, he would have torn his skin to pieces, leaving scars all over his body, just for a moment of comfort.
What's more, tearing apart the soul.
"You let her down so much."
[Master... I have done things I regret, so I probably accepted you as my disciple.]
Xie Fang packed up the wine glasses on the cold stone table and cursed before leaving. When Ye Chen slowly turned around, his dark eyes brightened a little, trying to cover up his decadent negative emotions.
He ran to the main hall in a panic, tripping over gravel several times during the process, but he ignored it. When he got to the door, he saw the lights in the little master's house were turned off, and his heart dropped back to its original position. But after that
An hour later, he got up worriedly and went to the main hall to look for her.
The second time he came to see Cong Ran, the lights in the room were on. Ye Chen knocked on the wooden door but there was no response. Bravely, he opened the door. At that time, the night wind came, blowing the bed curtains and the quilts were stacked on the bed.
, no one at all.
Just as Ye Chen turned around, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with a faint scent of flowers came from behind.
He rolled his eyes, feeling distressed and helpless: "Master, don't run around when you're drunk..."
Cong Ran always pays attention to appearance, and Ye Chen accidentally stumbles upon a scene on the edge of a snow-capped mountain cliff and is deeply attracted to it.
It was like the person who was banished to an immortal knew that no one was nearby and didn't turn back. With a flick of his sleeves, the thick snow flew away completely, revealing the original color and the words that had been carved on it for who knows how long:
Turmoil in the world of mortals
Only light relief from thousands of sorrows
Prosperity three thousand
Gather and disperse according to God's will
Silly Gouzi had never studied at that time and could not read a single big Chinese character. He just stared at the majestic lines of dragons and phoenixes. He thought they were beautiful and read them in a low voice. Now that he thought about it, he must have hinted at something.
His thoughts wandered to someone in the past. Suddenly, a golden light flashed past, spitting out a destructive breath on his face. Ye Chen waited in place for a few seconds, his pupils still showing fear, reflecting in the depths of his face.
Sword with the wind.
"Xiao Chen? Do you want to help kill someone?" Cong Ran held the sword in one hand and put the other hand on her chest, quite like "as long as Ye Chen nodded, she would immediately recite a spell and swing the sword to kill."
"..."
Ye Chen roared in his heart: My ancestor, if you hadn't worn your shoes inside out, said unrealistic words, and said you were drunk, I would never believe it even to death.
"No...it's okay, no need to kill anyone."
He was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly. After coaxing her for a long time, the saliva in her mouth was almost dry. He finally coaxed her to lie down on the bed to rest, and carefully pulled the quilt to cover her body.
In this life, Cong Ran had changed so much that Ye Chen couldn't understand her protection. He slumped in front of the bed and bent down nervously. The lights in the room went out and it became dark. He leaned over and looked at the distance.
There was still an inch of Cong Ran's face and he stopped.
Obsessed, he stepped into Liangzhou Hall for the last time in his previous life and kissed his little master.
The same dragonfly touches the water so quickly that it leaves no trace.
Cong Ran snorted lightly and did not wake up. He raised his hand and waved it in the air to drive away flying insects. Ye Chen, who had done something bad, slipped away faster than anyone else. He turned a corner and entered the cook's house to take out the food he was about to cook.
The cook rushed out and worked for a long time, making spicy chicken and vegetable porridge.
Later, when I realized that Cong Ran couldn't eat spicy food, I immediately slapped Hou Lao Shao on my face: "Whatever breaks my memory, she can't even remember her preferences."
After heating up the oil in the pot and making a new copy, the sky turned white as fish belly. Ye Chen rubbed his eyes and picked up the food.
Before arriving at the main hall, Ye Chen heard the sound of movement. When he walked in, he saw senior brother Xie Fang and Cong Ran chatting and laughing in the room.
The hand holding the wooden plate lost strength in an instant. Fortunately, he quickly grabbed the edge of the plate and prevented the three steaming bowls from falling to the ground. His thin and strong fingers failed to knock on the door, and his black boots rubbed the door.
The ground was rough and the sofa made a sound.
He retreated, took the plate, and returned to the kitchen with a heavy heart. He chose a place to squat down and stuffed three dishes and one meal into his stomach. He wolfed down the food, coughing from time to time, and tears fell unsatisfactorily.
in a bowl.
The young master is very considerate of his senior brother... he should be more considerate of me.
In the next few days, Ye Chen was often in the side courtyard, either practicing swordsmanship, learning formations, or meditating on the spot. On the second day when Cong Ran was drunk, he completely forgot what happened yesterday.
Ye Chen couldn't understand for a moment whether he should be happy or worried.
Cong Ran, who was used to him appearing and wandering around every three days, felt strange, and waited until the fifth day to see how he was practicing. Xie Fang rushed over in a hurry and told her that the demons had a tendency to attack the human world, and that the Soul Killing Cult frequently visited the two worlds.
Wandering should be observing.
"It seems that the Wangu Xue family has to go." Cong Ran patted Xie Fang's shoulder, casually took out a spiritual practice book from the Qiankun bag and handed it to him, "I have learned this recently when I have nothing to do.
"
Xie Fang lowered his head and took it. He opened it and glanced at it for a few times. His face gradually turned green and he said in embarrassment: "Master, this is not suitable for me."
"Study more and it won't hurt you."
After she finished speaking, she tore apart time and space without any scruples and disappeared on the spot.
Xie Fang was holding a "Martial Arts Secret Book" with a livid face, with wild scrawled words written on the dark blue cover.
——Escape first.
The first page of the book explains the principle of "keeping green hills without fear of running out of firewood", and after flipping through several pages, various escape spells are recorded in it.
Cong Randa went to Ye Chen at night. The latter calmly picked up the long sword, passed by calmly, and played a set of sword skills. Each move was much improved compared to three years ago.
She leaned against the tree for a moment and commented: "You have mastered it well, but the original intention of this sword technique is to use softness to overcome strength. Your limbs are strong and powerful... won't it be counterproductive?"
Ye Chen stabbed out the afterimage quickly, leaving a brief white light in the air, and retracted the sword with satisfaction. He turned around and said breathlessly, "The disciple's waist is not as soft as the girl's. There are many movements that cannot meet the requirements. It takes time to go down the mountain to practice.
, I changed my sword technique for nothing."
"No wonder you have so many scars on your hands." Cong Ran raised his eyebrows and stabbed him without politeness.
"this……"
"Do you want to say that it was a fall? Or that you had a fight with your senior brother?" Cong Ran raised his eyebrows even higher, "Lies must be well-founded. How can there be an injury to the elbow? Except for the stabbing injury from your broken sword.
, there is no second method.”
Ye Chen was so surprised that he wanted to dig a hole and lie down.
Just as he opened his mouth to defend, Cong Ran took the lead and said, "It's just a way to injure the enemy by one thousand and damage yourself by eight hundred. The damage will be doubled. Support me, as long as you are not afraid of pain."
"Master!" Ye Chen wailed miserably and came to her side.
Congran rubbed his dog's head unceremoniously, "I won't tease you anymore, let's go somewhere."
"Where to go?"
"Eternal Snow Family."
Cong Ran didn't bother to show off, so he spoke straightforwardly.
The cold wind cut across my back, and for a moment, it was as if the wheel of time had stopped running.
Ye Chen slowly moved his eyes, like an old man who was over half his age, and the corners of his stiff mouth twitched uncomfortably: "In the middle of the night, forget about not sleeping, go to places where people have died, looking for the undead that have not dispersed.
?Then influence them to stop being bad guys?" This chapter has been completed!