Quick wear said it was unique

Chapter 9 Centennial

Yan Jiayouqian looked at the person who stopped him expressionlessly.

Ling Zimo stood in front of Yan Jiayouqian, and also smiled as warmly as jade: "What is the so-called uncle's trip?"

"Brother, don't blame me. Master wants Shi Quduo to walk among the brothers. There is no other intention. I hope the brother will forgive me for the abruptness."

Seeing that his sight was blocked by the beauty's apprentice, Shi Qu narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and cupped his hands at Yan Jiayouqian, but he said to Yan Jiayouqian, obviously ignoring Ling Zimo.

"Congratulations to Junior Brother on his great joy." Yan Jiayou responded lightly, although a little impatient, there was a sincere look on his face.

"Hey, we are all one family, and we don't see each other when we look up, so why should seniors be so divided?"

As Shi Qu talked, he walked around Ling Zimo and held Yan Jiayouqian's hand without any trace, and still felt that the back of the senior brother's hand, which he had never seen before and heard from the folks, was really as smooth as fat.

But I didn't see the small arc of Yan Jiayou's shallow mouth.

Ling Zimo's gaze followed him all the time, seeing this made him feel more depressed, and his murderous intent towards Shi Qu became stronger.

Before he touched it a few more times, Yan Jiayou lightly brushed away that disgusting hand, "I'll take my leave first."

"If that's the case, then Senior Brother Yan Jing won't be delayed." Shi Qu took a step back in a graceful manner, assuming a gesture of letting go.

Ling Zimo followed Yan Jiayouqian away, eating secretly, and even called the master's name...

Yan Jiayouqian looked down at those dirty hands, and thought, I let you jump up and down to the end, but now, I have changed my mind...

There was a smile in Yan Jiayou's shallow eyes, and Ling Zimo's eyes were as dark as ink behind him.

Going back to "I don't know where the clouds are deep", the first thing that Jian Jiayouqian bears the brunt of is to attract clean water and bury his hands in the golden wine.

Bits of gray mist evaporated from the water, and were completely absorbed by the wine.Shake off the water droplets on the back of your hand, wipe it dry with a pure white handkerchief, and the clean water will gradually evaporate.

"Master, the apprentice made some snacks, do you want to use some?" Ling Zimo's voice sounded outside the door, and Yan Jiayouqian went out, but nothing happened.

In a blink of an eye, half a year has passed since Shi Qu and Zhang Qing's wedding, and there are still countless things to talk about after tea and dinner.

—————— Time Boundary—————

"You are good at practicing." Yan Jiayouqian picked up the brocade handkerchief and pressed it on the corner of his mouth, got up and walked towards the mountainside.

"Yes, Master."

Shi Quduan stood in the green forest, saw his figure, and said with a smile: "Not long ago, a new secret realm was opened, can senior brother go there together, so that we can be companions?"

"where?"

"In the Ganlin area, I don't know the details, but this is true."

"it is good."

"Then see you here in three days."

"Ah."

"Where are Master and Uncle Shi Qu going to meet?"

"Ganlin Secret Realm." Yan Jiayou's light tone was no longer as gentle as in front of Shi Qu.

"...Master, you must pay attention to safety during this trip."

"I already know."

…………

Ling Zimo stood alone in the empty hall, under the shade of a tree, in front of the couch, and the man was no longer there.

Master, you said you wanted me to kill him, but why did you treat him so special, so unusual?

He thought of the more than ten years he had been with Master, and Master had always been alienated.

In order to meet the master, he exhausted all the methods he could think of, but he just made the master 'adapt' to his existence. How could he want Shi Qu to make the master show off without doing anything?

The unwillingness in his heart was constantly suppressed and hidden, turning into mottled coldness.

Turning around and walking slowly through every place in "I don't know where the clouds are deep", he went down the mountain.

Hotel===

"Brother, what do you mean, you have really come into contact with that person?"

"Ah."

"How did you do it? That person looks very noble and difficult to approach?"

Ling Zimo thought of the scene at that time, it seemed that he deliberately pretended to be stupid and felt sorry for the man, so he agreed to accompany him, and he was accepted as a disciple only after knowing that he was a demon cultivator, "We made a deal."

"What deal?" the person asked curiously.

"No comment." Ling Zimo looked at Zishu helplessly, sooner or later his curiosity...

"Zi Shu, where is the exercise book that father asked for now?"

"Your Excellency has already left for the Ganlin Secret Realm, and should be here by now."

"...Ganlin Secret Realm..." That person is also there, could it be...

"Hey, don't worry, your cultivation is already No. 1 in the devil world, no one can hurt him." Zi Shu thought he was worried about his safety, and comforted him with a smile.

"Ah."

"By the way, these are the training resources my lord asked me to give you. You haven't returned to the Demon Realm for many years." Zishu smiled and threw him a ring.

"Zi Shu, you..."

"Don't worry, your whereabouts are well concealed, the adults only think that you are retreating in a secret place!"

"Thanks for that."

"Thank you, thank you, aren't you good brothers?"

"Well, good brother."

……

This time, Yan Jia Youqian went for more than half a year, and Ling Zimo met Zishu several times one after another.

During a certain turnaround, I felt the strangeness of "I don't know where the clouds are deep", thinking that someone was invading, wrapped the spiritual energy around the calf and rushed up.

But I saw the person who was thinking about it day and night.

The man turned his back against the light, although he couldn't see his face, but he knew it.

His eyes must be cold silver, calm and cool.

His lips must have been light red, but the curve was straight and indifferent, as if even the light red was cold.

His back is always straight, like a perfect ice sculpture.

He thought that he could stop paying attention to that person from now on, but in the end he found that every move of that person had been put into his heart, like a cancerous tumor that couldn't be pulled out.

Still feeling soft...

Even if that person couldn't see him and deceived him...

"I'm back." The man turned around, and it was exactly as he thought, indifferent and noble, nothing changed at all.

"Master..." Ling Zimo's nose was sour, and he hadn't seen him for a while, and the thoughts in his heart were like a tide, a little sour.

"Stretch out your hand." Yan Jia Youqian put a thin jade ring in his hand, "It's time for your strength to improve."

The slightly cool fingertips slid across the palm of the hand, itching, bringing a throbbing heartbeat.

"Yes, Master."

"Go to the Demon Realm to retreat. Don't slack off in your practice. I will come and find you when the time is right."

"Yes."

Ling Zimo looked at his cold eyebrows and a strand of long hair flying up, and suddenly remembered the lamp many years ago.

Suddenly, I felt that I would regret it if I didn’t say anything, so I took out a lantern painted with ink and blue from the ring, and said with a smile: “That day, I went to the lantern festival with my friends and saw Hualao’s lantern in the lower reaches of Qushui River. When I was young, I was very curious. On a whim, I cut off the master's lamp, and now I return the lamp to the master."

Yan Jia Youqian took it, and saw a black figure in a misty cloud, with eight beautiful and floating characters on both sides: "Just seek one heart, and enter the world".

Recalling the scene at that time, I was silent for a while, and threw the lantern on the ground without hesitation: "It's just a naive and ignorant joke."

He no longer has such naive thoughts, why keep such things.

Yan Jiayou blinked lightly, hiding the complicated emotions in his eyes.

Ling Zimo watched him leave, and the sleeve robe drew a beautiful arc in the air, just like that day, when the colorful lights were bustling, the clothes were printed with lights but not dyed with temperature.

Picking up the crooked lamp, putting it back into the ring he gave you with great care, and running in the opposite direction.

The master has never changed, but the way I look at him has changed.

Who is to blame?

Ling Zimo collected his thoughts and returned to the Demon Realm.

A farewell is a hundred years.

Ling Zimo returned to the Demon Realm and continued to be his young master of the Demon Realm, and Yan Jiayouqian continued to be his Binglan disciple, and occasionally followed Shi Qu in a grand manner, but most of them still sat in secret and watched the show.

For Yan Jia Youqian, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, but for Ling Zimo, the years without seeing the master are like a thousand years, and the whole day is like a year, so he is immersed in cultivation.

By the time he reacts, a hundred years have passed.

In the depths of the dark magic cave, a young man with a cold face was sitting in the pool of blood, surrounded by the blood-colored and black devilish energy all over him, dispersing and condensing...

The devilish energy was washed over and over again, his face gradually became ferocious, the black and red aura roughly washed over his extraordinary meridians, pain burst, sweat dripped down the corners of his eyes into the pool of blood, and disappeared.

"Hoo ==" With a breath of blood, Ling Zimo dissipated the knot in his heart, and looked at the only living creature in the cave: "Why are you here again?"

When Zishu heard this, his anger rose, and his anger reached full point: "I have been a cow and a horse for you in love for so many years, and you are not grateful at all!?"

"How can I retreat if someone is staring at me?"

"Then am I okay??!" Zishu looked up at Ling Zimo with her nostrils arrogantly, leaned against the wall with her arms around her chest, and suddenly laughed narrowly.

"What's the matter?" Ling Zimo thought that this friend had gone wrong in his cultivation, otherwise why is he so stupid?

"Big event! Now you have been in seclusion for 140 years!"

140 years... Ling Zimo was surprised that the last time lasted 60 years!

"Hey, someone's dreaming master is waiting for you in the magic hall... Hey, where are you going? I haven't finished talking yet? I haven't said yet... He is confronting the lord... Tsk, look at you urgent……"

Zishu giggled, even his harmless honest face could not cover up the wretchedness in his heart.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Hearing the voice, Yan Jiayouqian turned around and saw a young man in black wet clothes. Seeing that he was still refusing to move his feet, he slowly stopped three steps away from him: "You are here."

"Well, I'm here." Ling Zimo looked at him obsessively, and burst into a long-lost warm smile.

"Ling'er, shouldn't you explain to Weifu, huh?" The handsome white-haired man squinted his long and narrow eyelids and asked innocently with a smile like a monster.

"Father..." Ling Zimo called out hesitantly.

"How did this orthodox monk who snatched the deity "Extreme Zhu Shenjue" and injured the deity a hundred years ago become your master?"

"...You mean Zhu Shen Jue?" Ling Zimo looked at Jia Youqian in surprise, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The ultimate skill that my father mentioned was "Zhu Shen Jue"! ?

"Master..." Ling Zimo looked at Yan Jiayouqian stickily, and tugged on his sleeve eagerly, very happy.

His master, indeed, only seemed indifferent.

"Huh?" Yan Jiayou answered lazily.

Mozun frowned, what's going on?He originally thought that Ling'er would turn against him...but this weird atmosphere...

"Then this exercise..." Ling Zimo hesitantly took out a red-skinned jade slip, and looked at Yan Jiayouqian eagerly, like a big dog wagging its tail.

"Shenpin "Zhu Shen Jue", I thought there were many loopholes in it that might not be suitable for your practice, so I revised it."

Yan Jia Youqian dutifully explained that before Ling Zimo could be happy, he caught sight of the heinous Zishu who seemed shrewd but actually stupid out of the corner of his eye.

Then he went on to say: "Mo Ling, the young master of the demon world, the talent is No. 1 in the demon world, he met me in the black market 160 years ago, so what do you want? What do you want from me, huh?"

Yan Jia Youqian looked at Ling Zimo with encouraging eyes, but Ling Zimo didn't notice, he grabbed his wrist in panic, and explained quickly: "No, this disciple doesn't ask for anything, only……"

"No need to explain." Yan Jiayou lightly wiped away his blood-stained fingers, and in an instant, the blood stains on his wrist disappeared.

Ling Zimo pursed his lips and lowered his head slowly.

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