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Chapter 113 Master's Secret Desire for Mu Yang
"Muyang," Daoist Changyin called out his name with great accuracy, "Master, I'm restless in the middle of the mountain. I can guess that something happened to you outside."
"Anyway, Master is here, don't be afraid."
Hearing this, Jiang Muyang opened his eyes slightly.
In the night, the silhouette of the master is faintly visible, but the only pair of eyes seems to be condensed with endless melancholy, and seems to blend with the night as thick as splashed ink.
Jiang Muyang opened his mouth, and wanted to ask Master several times when he knew he was from Yun Feng, but all the strength in his body seemed to be scattered in the air.
Limp in Master's arms as if weightless, he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.
He closed his eyes again, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.
The master didn't speak anymore, and hugged him more steadily, and disappeared in the same place in a few moments.
Now that the night was dark, Master took him into an inn.
Coincidentally, there were a lot of guests tonight, and there was only one vacant room. As a result, the master and apprentice had to squeeze into one room for the time being.
The master carefully placed him on the bed, and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, but Jiang Muyang immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
He folded his arms, turned his face to the wall, and said nothing.
"Muyang, by the way you look, Master knows that you have already remembered." Daoist Changyin withdrew his hand and sighed from the side, "You are complaining that uncle didn't tell you the truth and treated you asPei Qing's stand-in for ten years, right?"
It's been a long, long time for Jiang Muyang, and he hasn't heard his master call himself uncle, nor has he called him uncle for a long time.
It has been many years since the last time shouted, it seemed as if was straddling an endless ocean.
Right and wrong.
That's not all he complained about.
The master will not understand, how does the master in this life know all the pains he has suffered in the past life?
Jiang Muyang understands that some things are like overwhelming water and cannot be changed anymore. He should try to let go of it slowly.
But he just couldn't forget it, he couldn't let it go, and he didn't know what to do to let it go.
He used to admire and trust Daoist Changyin so much, calling him uncle every time.
But what did Daoist Changyin do?
Take him as Pei Qing's substitute for ten years, ten years!
How many decades are there in a person's lifetime?
When he died in his previous life, he didn't even reach the age of weak crown, he died at a young age.
The three swords pierced through his chest, and fell to the icy snow, bleeding to death, and no one collected his body for him.
The suffering he has suffered is a nightmare that he will never be able to get rid of forever. Since he can't get rid of it, then why can these people who killed him be able to sit back and relax?
Why can the master continue to be the head of the immortal sect?
Why can she appear in front of him without any psychological burden?
Still put on such a lofty, compassionate posture?
Why in the end, he was the only one suffering.
Since he can't forget it, then everyone should suffer with him.
That's only fair, isn't it?
"Uncle...haha, it's so ridiculous!" Jiang Muyang slowly opened his eyes, and said mockingly, "I dare not call you uncle, I am just an orphan who was born in the countryside and was abandoned by my parents since I was a child.", the greatest use in life is to be Pei Qing's stand-in. Other than that, there are no advantages."
"When Pei Qing didn't come back, you cared about me, loved me, and protected me, but you just came to see Pei Qing through me. Once Pei Qing comes back, I will be the most redundant one."
"A substitute will always be a substitute. The moment the Lord returns, I should disappear completely."
Hearing this, Daoist Changyin felt his heart ache unbearably, these words were like knives, ruthlessly gouging out his flesh, his bones, and his heart.
He stared at the young man in front of him, with red eyes, slightly fluttering nostrils, pale lips that lost their blood color, and a thin face...it was so pitiful, I felt pity for it.
It is so fragile that it will completely dissipate when the wind blows.
Up to now, Daoist Changyin doesn't know how to make up for it. He used to think that if he wronged Muyang for so many years, he must treat Muyang better, better than the other three disciples.
That's why he spared no effort in refining magic tools, making blood pills, drawing blood talismans with his own hands, and gifting them to Jiang Muyang alone.
As soon as he sensed that something happened to Jiang Muyang, he threw everything away and used the technique of teleportation for thousands of miles to arrive in front of Jiang Muyang in an instant.
Just to confirm with my own eyes whether the apprentice is safe or not.
But these are not enough to make up for the regrets of this decade.
"Muyang, in the past, I treated you poorly as a teacher." Daoist Changyin said softly, "Master will compensate you, whatever you want."
"Oh? Is that true? I can do whatever I want?" Jiang Muyang sat up and said with a sneer, "Then it's okay if I want Lu Jinyuan to die?"
Daoist Changyin raised his eyes and looked at him with that kind of surprised gaze. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "What else happened between you and Jinyuan? Do you really hate him so much?"
"I just hate him, and I just want him to die!" Jiang Muyang insisted that he wanted Lu Jinyuan to die, and said coldly, "It's not what Master said personally, I can do whatever I want, then I want Lu Jinyuan to die!I want Master to kill him with his own hands in front of me!"
"As long as the master does it, then all the past will be forgotten! I will never mention it again!"
"I will admire and trust Master as before!"
"You are still my uncle! My favorite uncle!"
This sentence "uncle" reminds Daoist Changyin all the time that in addition to master and apprentice, they are also uncles and nephews.
The love between master and apprentice is a big taboo in the cultivation world, even if it is criticized and criticized by others, it is extremely difficult to end well, let alone Jiang Muyang calls him uncle!
Daoist Changyin didn't respond, so Jiang Muyang understood, and he smiled self-deprecatingly.
"That's right, the real person is an immortal sect fairy head, and he is not a crooked sect. How can he clean up the sect at will?"
"There is no one in this world who can make His Holiness break the rules."
"What am I... What am I in the Venerable's heart?"
For a moment, Daoist Changyin wanted to hold him tightly in his arms. He wanted to tell Jiang Muyang that his love for him was not just a master-student relationship.
The deepest desire in his heart is to marry Jiang Muyang.
But after all, he still couldn't reveal anything.He was too old, old enough to be Jiang Muyang's father.
He is not only Jiang Muyang's master, but also his nominal uncle.
In terms of emotion and reason, he and Jiang Muyang in this life must not go beyond the thunder pool by half a step.
If he was born a few decades later, maybe he would have the courage to fight for himself.
But now, Daoist Changyin even raised his hand to stroke Jiang Muyang's hair, fearing that his emotions would suddenly explode and become out of control.
Little did he know that his silence would only misunderstand Jiang Muyang and make him even more sad.
"It turned out that I was being sentimental. In the eyes of the Venerable, I have never... nothing."
Jiang Muyang turned his face away, and said indifferently: "In this case, I will make a clean break with the venerable from now on, and have nothing to do with him."
"Please trouble your lord to go back to the mountain and tell Lu Jinyuan that his life is decided by me!"
"Muyang, if you are angry in your heart, just come here as a teacher, why bother your senior brother?" Daoist Changyin took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions calm, like a pool of stagnant water, "After all, it is the teacher who treats you poorly."about you."
"Why, listening to His Honor's tone, is he planning to sacrifice his life for righteousness?" Jiang Muyang said coldly, "I can let Lu Jinyuan go, I'm tired of playing with Pei Qing, now, I want to change someone to accompany me."
Daoist Changyin faintly sensed what Jiang Muyang would say next. He thought he should have been furious, scolded, and punished...
But no, nothing at all, he was actually a little bit happy, a bit shamefully looking forward to it.
Jiang Muyang wanted to say that if Master was willing to stay with him, then he would not refuse.
But when it came to his mouth, it was between his lips and teeth, and he swallowed it back bit by bit after all, as if holding a steel knife in his mouth, tearing his throat, and tasted a bit of blood soon.
"I don't need anyone's mercy."
Daoist Changyin suddenly felt a sense of loss. He originally thought that Jiang Muyang would say something rebellious, deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors...but he didn't, it was just his wishful thinking all the time.
The little apprentice has always only had a teacher-student relationship with him, and has nothing to do with love.
After a long silence, he said again: "Muyang, maybe, it's time for you to go home and recognize your ancestors. Your mother...she has always missed you."
When mentioning his mother, Jiang Muyang's anger eased for a moment.
Yes, in this time and space, he has a mother who loves him deeply and treats him like his life.
He should really go back, spend time with his mother, and talk to her.
"Muyang, you must be exhausted. Master went out and brought you some food. You are here, don't go anywhere."
Before Daoist Changyin got up, he subconsciously tucked Jiang Muyang's corners, as if he were a young child, and told him to rest in the room.
Jiang Muyang turned his head awkwardly, refusing to speak to Master.
When the master came back again, he really brought food. Jiang Muyang had no appetite, but felt his heart was very blocked.
He closed his eyes and said nothing.
Master Changyin slowly said: "Muyang, you are still the same as when you were a child. Whenever you get into trouble with Master, you will get angry and don't eat, shut yourself in the room, don't eat or drink, and don't care about anyone who comes. You must respect Master.Come here to coax you in person before you are willing to eat."
Jiang Muyang remained silent, turning a deaf ear.
"Do you remember? When you were young, you were sick, and your appetite was ruined by taking medicine. You couldn't eat anything, and you vomited as soon as you ate, which made your senior brothers very anxious. They cooked for you in different ways, but how could theyCooking, blowing up the kitchen in the mountains to a mess, you can throw up at a glance."
"But no matter what, as long as Master makes lotus seed soup for you, no matter how poor your appetite is, you will force yourself to eat a few mouthfuls."
"Come on, Muyang, Master feeds you."
Daoist Changyin brought the lotus seed soup to his lips, and said in a warm voice like coaxing a child: "Muyang, Master hasn't cooked for a long time, I don't know how this lotus seed soup tastes, you have a taste."
Jiang Muyang slowly turned his gaze away, hesitated for a long time, and then took a sip under the earnest gaze of the master.
The lotus seed soup is still the lotus seed soup, and the person who feeds him is still the master.However, he could no longer taste the original taste.