teacher died again

Darkness came suddenly, blinding my eyes.

I know,

I am blind.

Ang Ju is my only servant, and he has been taking care of my daily life since I was a child. Even after I ran away from home and hung up a miscellaneous cultivator, he also swore an obligatory oath to follow me for the rest of my life.

But now, he is kneeling in front of me, grabbing the corner of my robe with calloused hands, trembling: "My lord, I want to leave, I..."

It seems that there is something unspeakable, I already feel the bone-piercing chill rushing towards me, but there is nothing I can do.

"Okay," I said with a smile, "then you go, forget about what happened back then, and pretend it never happened."

He stood up tremblingly, his teeth were chattering tightly, he helped me straighten my clothes in a "fluttering" manner, and asked falteringly, "My lord, do you hate me?"

"I think, but there is no reason, Angju." I leaned tiredly on the edge of the bed, and waved at him, "Go, don't come back after you leave, and stay away from me when you see me."

"Yes, my lord." He stood up, his fiery eyes fixed on me.Then, move away slowly, slowly, until it disappears.

I heard his hoarse cough, he followed me for a long time, so long that I forgot what he looked like when he was young.

After all, he is old, and although his appearance is not fading, he is becoming more and more forgetful.

The footsteps gradually faded away, I touched my face based on my feeling, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, nothing.

It's just that I didn't touch Ang Ju's tears until the end.

It's a pity that nothing happened after all.

I changed servants.

The servant is a girl. The neighbors in the next courtyard like to call her Zijin. This name is quite vulgar. There are at least fifty or sixty girls in the whole city named by this name. I even made fun of her for it.

Zijin was impatient, and said aggressively: "Master, you still have the nerve to call me, this name is not what I want to be called, and it is better than my son not knowing it."

This Ming Dynasty insinuation made me lose my expression immediately.

She seemed to have expected something, and her tone immediately became hurried: "My lord, I was just joking, tomorrow..."

"There's no tomorrow." I coughed and changed the subject, "Rest early... what time is it now?"

"Blue sky and white sun." She squeezed my shoulders sympathetically, "Master, you really don't take care of yourself. It's winter now, and you're still wearing such thin clothes."

I replied cheerfully: "It's very warm inside, if you can't go out, what does it matter if you wear it or not?"

She was silent, I laughed.

"Forget it, I'm an ordinary person, and I say these sour words every day, you go back, I'm sleepy."

I slept on the pillow, and she tucked in the quilt for me, added some firewood to the stove, and then retreated.

I really don't know who I am.

People who have destroyed their souls long ago, what qualifications do they have to ask who they are, and what reason do they have to ask?

The answer is noncommittal.

But people always dream.

A cloud of mist rolled away, and I bumped into a corner of azure blue, and the thin silver sword tip hit me one after another, picking my chin: "Master——"

who are you?

Before I could say it in the future, I heard myself say coldly: "I thought you were no longer willing to submit to Yi Tianzong."

"Where I was born, where do I go." He ignored "I"'s tit-for-tat, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, it was better than the spring breeze, and it stimulated my heart.

"Yi Tianzong doesn't need demons."

"I will let it need it." The other person's face became a little clearer, and "I" saw the suppressed anger in his deep eyes, and turned my head, "If it falls into my hands, life would be worse than death."

"You don't understand anything." His eyes changed rapidly, turning into a puddle of stagnant water, which made my heart ache. "You have made my life worse than death."

"Traitor!" "I" roared furiously, fighting with him, in an instant, the flames splattered, but he never attacked "me", until now.

"Master!"

"Son!"

The two voices were mixed together, and I was so shocked that I was sweating coldly. When I woke up from the dream, my eyes were still dark.

"My lord, the quilt is scattered all over the floor!" Zijin yelled, "You slept too deeply. If you hadn't lit the fire, you would have been frozen!"

"Sorry." My heartless answer made her furious, "It doesn't matter if you are always like this, if you have a girl in the future, let's see if she hates you to death!"

"Hmm." I stretched out two fingers and gestured in front of my face, "Do I look like someone who would have a girl?"

Zijin was speechless for a while, then said slowly: "Young master is so good-looking and rich, except for...ahem, all in all, very good!"

Hearing this, I couldn't help teasing her: "Then I'll marry you, okay?"

"Not good." Zijin held my hand tightly, "Young master deserves to meet someone better, and you have no love for me. Two guys who don't have love are together, but they are just a couple to live together."

I asked her: "Do you know what love is?"

"do not know."

"Then how do you know I didn't"

She pressed my shoulder: "A woman's intuition!"

I:"……"

"Okay." I said, "You are right."

"My lord, how long have you been here, one year, two years or three years" she asked me suddenly.

I typed a haha: "Is there any difference between these?"

"It's been a year." The little girl Zijin stuck out her tongue and winked at me, "I've been with you for a long time, you must know."

I said quietly, "It's only been January."

"That's not the point!" Zijin changed color suddenly, and stomped her feet angrily, "Say it or not!"

I turned my head away and said blankly: "Forgot."

"Son!"

I suppressed the impatience in my chest, and after my breath stabilized, I said softly: "If you talk more, you don't have to stay here."

Zijin thought I was joking, so he yelled loudly: "Tell me!"

"Shang Zijin, you are too crazy. A mere servant dares to yell at your master." I said impatiently, "Do you still look like a servant?"

Zijin bit her lip, knelt down and kowtowed fiercely: "My lord, I was wrong, don't drive me away!"

I know,

I know it all.

"Okay," I waved her away and buried my head in the quilt.

A blind man wanted to cry, but he could never cry, because he had no eyeballs, which had been gouged out many years ago.

The memory has been sealed for too long, he can't remember it for a long time, and it's too late to answer, emotions preemptively deprive him of his reason.

This is an eternal shackle for him, a golden cage that cannot be untied.

"Why did you let me survive?" the young man stood under the lush greenery, "I'm not afraid of death."

"You can't die, survive." The blue-clothed man hugged him like an exile, "I will take good care of you as a teacher."

"The villain!"

The scene changed to the icy hall like thousands of flowers and leaves, and the eerie cold air made my chest hurt.

The boy had already been reborn, and he had grown into a tall and handsome young man in black clothes. The man in blue stood opposite him, and the painful coolness scraped every inch of his skin.

"Master, I have been together day and night these past few years, but I never thought that you still treat me as a monster." The man in black laughed ferociously, "How ridiculous I am, how ridiculous I am, to fall in love with a hypocrite like you, hahaha—— "

"You are possessed." The blue-clothed man's brows were piercing, and the strike was so fast that it directly pierced his heart.

A mouthful of black blood spurted out.

"Very good." The young man clutched his chest and took a few steps back with a wry smile. The blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and splashed on the ground, making him look even more eerie under the afterglow.

"I don't have your master."

After I woke up, the corners of my eyes were wet. I was obviously blind, and there were no tears or traces, so how could I cry?

"Young master, it's time to eat."

Zijin called me from the side, she hurriedly helped me up, her movements were extremely subtle, she helped me to a chair and sat down, she thoughtfully prepared things for me, and then she was about to feed me with a bowl in her hand.

"What's the dish?" I asked.

"Returning to my son, all the slaves cook are light dishes, three vegetables and one meat, vegetarian..."

"Oh, thank you." I interrupted him with a smile and thanked him, but she suddenly knelt down, "My lord, I made a mistake, I shouldn't have stained my clothes, I just—"

Before I finished speaking, I heard the crisp "papa" slapping sound repeatedly, and my heart trembled: "Zijin"

"The slave is here."

No pain, humming when you are wronged, swallowing your anger, silence is golden.

This is Shang Zijin, the arrogant Shang Zijin.

I forced it.

A grain of rice quietly fell into the palm of my hand, I handed it to her, and said slowly: "No need."

"boy"

"found it."

There was silence.

"From now on, don't follow me, go find a good family." After a long time, I choked out a sentence, but was grabbed by my robe.

I frowned.

"My lord, are you upset?" She shook like a sieve, the vibration was so loud that it almost made me dizzy, I covered her hand, "No, I..."

"Master, you are not happy, are you?"

The picture flashed by, and the pain full of wounds overflowed, overflowing the bone marrow, making me unable to move.

With a stab in the throat, blood flew out in the air.

"My lord!" Zijin seemed to be frightened, and quickly stepped forward to support me, "It's all right, my lord, you..."

"Shang Zijin." I collapsed on the ground weakly, held her hand, and smiled wryly, "Don't pretend anymore, and don't deceive yourself anymore, I know it all."

She let out a long breath, peeled off the pimples on her face, revealing a delicate and charming face, and murmured sadly: "Master, you remember."

I nodded and smiled in relief.

All the deep sins, all originated 500 years ago.

The culprit was me—

Willow chill.