little wolf cub

Wrapped in the sound of the wind, the Lingshuang sword came out of its sheath angrily, and the cold blade pressed aggressively against Fu Xuan's neck, but the lingering blade trembled and couldn't go any further.

Fuxuan raised his hand to grab the edge of Lingshuangjian, the dark red blood flowed from between his fingers, soaked into his cuff, almost dyed his white sleeve robe into a dazzling blood color.

In the past, he would play a rogue in front of Lin Yu and pretend to be a pitiful Fuxuan, but now his sword is piercing his bones, but he doesn't say a word.He looked at Lin Yu in front of him silently, there seemed to be thousands of words in his eyes, but all of them were lost in an instant.

His thin lips were silently opened, and Lin Yu recognized that he was calling Master.

"Chu Fuxuan." Lin Yu looked at him and finally spoke.He tried his best to calm down his tone, but he still trembled uncontrollably at the end.He looked at Fu Xuan's blood-drenched hand, and looked away after a while, and shook Fu Xuan's hand holding the sword sharply away. Lingshuang Sword spattered a flower of blood and was retracted to the side.

"I have been your teacher for more than 20 years. I asked myself to nurture and teach you carefully. I have never slacked off, and I have never treated you badly. But I don't know why you hate me so much, lie about everything, and deliberately change your identity to humiliate me. .”

Fuxuan's hand hangs down, the blood drips on the grass and trees beside his feet, staining a clump of leaves red.

"No, Master..." Fu Xuan said shyly.

Lin Yu's eyes were almost red with anger. The "Master" was like poking at his lung tube. He said angrily, "Don't call me Master."

Fuxuan stood in front of him, covered in blood and embarrassed.

Xiu Zhengjun's frivolous words and offensive actions flashed through Lin Yu's mind one after another. Looking at this little apprentice whom he brought up with his own hands, he was caring when he was a child and grew up to be caring. With a slap, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was so hard that the knuckles turned white.

Fuxuan turned pale with shock at his words, he took a step forward to grab Lin Yu's hand, but Lin Yu turned sideways and dodged it.

Fu Xuan's hand stopped in the air, and the cold night wind passed through his blood-stained fingertips, taking away the last trace of warmth.

He looked at Lin Yu, in the darkness of night, there was no light in his eyes.

"How many things are you hiding from me?" Lin Yu looked at him with heavy grief in his eyes.His tone was low and ethereal, almost blown away by the night wind in the bamboo forest as soon as he spoke.

"Master..." Fu Xuan's complexion was like snow.

After a long time, Lin Yu suddenly gave up and sighed. Standing in this sea of ​​bamboo forest, he suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. He looked away and turned to leave.

"Forget it, I don't want to know anymore. Now that you have a foundation in the evil wolf clan, go back now and don't follow me anymore. I am a loose person, and I dare not delay His Highness the Demon Realm any longer."

"Master!" Fu Xuan called anxiously.He stepped forward quickly, trying to catch up with Lin Yu, but before he got close to Lin Yu, he was thrown away by Lin Yu's spiritual power, and several green bamboos were severely smashed before he stopped.

Fu Xuan spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly.

Lin Yu paused as he left, but he never looked back.When Fu Xuan raised his head, Lin Yu's figure had disappeared into the bamboo forest.

……

The sky is not yet bright, a few stars are dotted in the sky, but there is a little hazy skylight in the distant sky.

There was no one on the official road, and there were insects buzzing all around, Lin Yu took the pancakes baked for him by the couple next door, and stepped out of Ning'an City in the thin night.

He raised his hand and took a bite of the pancake, but in a blink of an eye he saw the slightly hanging sleeve robe on his wrist. Lin Yu frowned, and took off the silver cloud moon robe that Fuxuan personally put on him yesterday, and threw it at will. When he got to the side of the road, he randomly found a robe from the storage space and put it on. He didn't even look at the cloud-covered moon robe covered in dust on the ground, and walked forward.

Lin Yu didn't control the sword either, and walked aimlessly forward alone.After a long time, he slightly lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand holding the sword, his face turned pale.

That was the little apprentice I had raised since I was a child, how could I hold the Lingshuang sword around his neck.He bled so much on his hand, and was thrown away by himself, and he didn't know whether the injury was serious or not, whether it hurt or not...

Lin Yu sighed, his heart ached continuously as if being pricked by a needle.

He was very angry.

But how could this be?Lin Yu thought.

Fuxuan himself grew up watching him grow up, and has always been the most sensible and caring person. When he was still a small group, he knew that he felt sorry for himself who was soaking in the cold spring all day long, and he had to stand aside every time.After growing up, her appearance and cultivation are all outstanding, and she looks like a breeze and a bright moon. Anyone will say "Lingshuangfeng's first disciple is a fearsome young man".

But now, how could his gentle and jade-like little apprentice become that wicked Lord Xiuzheng?

He took pains to plan, and wanted to send Fu Xuan back to the Shalang Clan properly, but he didn't expect that this cub had secretly taken Gu Changfeng, the elder of the Shalang Clan, under his command. Came here and put on an iron mask to tease and humiliate myself.

Why?Lin Yu was still puzzled.He asked himself that he didn't treat Fuxuan harshly, but cared about everything.But why does my little apprentice hide everything from him, and still...hate him so much.He didn't know what he did wrong.

With mixed thoughts, Lin Yu, who didn't know which wilderness he walked to, suddenly saw a small slope in front of him.He stopped, looking at the small slope in front of him, he was a little dazed.He remembered that when he took Fuxuan, who was still a baby cub, out of the wolf's den, it was also on such a small hill in the wilderness.

Holding the Lingshuang sword in his hand, he poked at the ground, the soil on the slope was a bit dry, and he dug out a small hole in a short while.Er, he came back to his senses and looked at the small hole in the ground.What's wrong?Still thinking of digging out another wolf cub from inside?He couldn't help but smiled lightly, but his heart was sore from bitterness.

The pancake in his hand was already a little cold, Lin Yan took a bite, and the excellent taste spread from the tip of his tongue, slightly diluting the discomfort in his heart.

"Yuan... True Monarch Yuanshan?" A hesitant voice suddenly came from Lin Yu's side.

Lin Yan swallowed the cake and looked to the side.I saw a handsome young man in a sapphire blue crane suit standing by the roadside, looking at him.

Qin Zhou had just casually glanced at Lin Yu as he passed by, but he suddenly felt that the man was inexplicably familiar, as if he was his master's friend Yuanshan Zhenjun.But he looked back, and thought that the man with a sad face who was digging the soil with a pancake could be Yuanshan Zhenjun who has always been clean and lofty.

But he felt that it was really similar, and after thinking twice, he still hesitated and called out.

So he saw that person turned his head back and stared intently. The sadness on that person's face faded away, replaced by a coldness and desolation from the bottom of his bones, as if there was a layer of refusal from people thousands of miles away between his brows and eyes. Frost makes people look away.He was dressed in a plain robe that fluttered in the wind, even with pancakes in his hand and oil stains on the corners of his mouth, it did not damage his immortal demeanor at all, and his appearance was beyond dust.On the contrary, it makes people feel that there is nothing wrong with it.

Sure enough, it was Yuanshan Zhenjun. Seeing this familiar appearance, Qin Zhou confirmed.

He stepped forward, bowed and saluted, "True Monarch."

Lin Yu recognized this young man, this man often followed Zhu Feng, he was Zhu Feng's big disciple, what was his name... Lin Yu thought for a while, he seemed to be called Qin Zhou.

"Qin Zhou? Why are you here?" Lin Yu looked at Qin Zhou who suddenly appeared, and said.

Qin Zhou replied respectfully: "Master asked me to come out to do something today, but I didn't expect to meet Zhenjun."

"Is your master nearby?" Lin Yu was a little surprised.

"Master has been entering Jiangcheng for the past few days, saying that he is looking for medicinal herbs." Qin Zhou said.

"Have you finished your work?" Lin Yu asked suddenly after pondering for a while.

Qin Zhou nodded: "Just going back."

"It's just right, take me to see your master." Lin Yan put away the pancakes, took out a piece of snow silk and wiped the oil stains on his fingers.

"Yes." Qin Zhou replied quickly.Er, he smiled at Lin Yu: "Master will be very happy to see Zhenjun."

"I hope so." Lin Yu said.

The sky was getting brighter, and outside Ning'an City, a hand with a sharp sword wound gently picked up the dust-stained Rolling Cloud Moon Gown on the ground.