One Sword Nine Ya

Ye Jiuya looked at Chen Weichen, and saw that man turned his head.

There was a little surprise in Chen Weichen's eyes, but his expression was still gentle.

The lanterns hanging in the corridor exude a hazy orange red.In the spring night, the night wind brings the light fragrance of grass and trees, and the wind chimes hanging from the corners of the eaves are blown, making a soft tinkle.

"Master Ye Jian," Chen Weichen tilted his head slightly, with some doubts: "Do you need something from me?"

These days after returning from the Demon Realm, except for Chen Weichen's confession of some things that happened there, they haven't spoken much.

Naturally, the experience of the demon world was completely false. Mr. Chen said that he had an idea on Xingluoyuan and learned the secret of Jiuyou spring water, so he fought fiercely with the demon emperor for a day and a night, and was accidentally killed by the plague-stricken demon. The emperor fell into the pool and suffered from the pain of washing his tendons and cutting his marrow.In the end, he got blood, and the Devil Emperor chased him for thousands of miles with hatred, but he escaped in the end...

Then they retreated separately, and when they came out, they didn't say a few words unless necessary.

Since he didn't speak, Ye Jiuya naturally had nothing to say to him, let alone take the initiative to keep him like tonight.

Chen Weichen felt guilty for a while.

——Could it be that he found a flaw in his rhetoric about the trip to the devil world, and wanted to interrogate him in detail?

He was thinking wildly, but he heard Ye Jiuya cherish words like gold as always: "Hand."

Chen Weichen obediently handed over his hand.

Then a slightly cold hand held his wrist, and the cold air mechanism penetrated in, wandering through the meridians, separating the clean and turbid air that he was trying to suppress so as not to conflict with each other, but still entangled.

The turbid qi in it shrinks back when encountering the qi machine, and no longer makes trouble.

It turns out that I can't completely suppress myself, and I still have to suffer a lot every day.

Chen Weichen murmured, "I'm worried about Sword Master Lao Ye."

He looked up and saw Ye Jiuya looking at him, his voice was cold and cold: "Your meridians have not been developed, so you can't delay, why didn't you find me."

"It's nothing serious, I can handle it myself," Chen Weichen lowered his eyes, looking innocent, "I don't dare to look for you recently."

What he said was unclear, Ye Jiuya frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled: "Don't you dare?"

Chen Weichen said in a low voice: "When I first looked at the moon in the sky, I felt that as long as I saw it, I would be satisfied. I saw it a lot. Then I thought that if I could get closer, I would have no regrets in my life, so I climbed a high mountain - when I get closer, I can see it." When the moonlight shines on others, it will be sad, and I just want to take it off, only I can see it.”

Ye Jiuya remembered the way this man always clinged to him last autumn.

I don't know when it started, and it became the alienated appearance it is now.

"It turns out that greed, ignorance, anger, and delusion in the world of mortals are much more painful than I expected." Chen Weichen stood in front of the railing, facing the wind blowing on his face, and sighed. A clean mind defiles the bright moon, so I have to hide and don't look at the sky."

At this time, the wind picked up, and the peach blossoms fell a little bit, and fell on the stream passing by the rockery, drifting away with the current.

Chen Weichen was leaning on the railing, shaking the worry brocade fan in his hand, his eyelashes drooping slightly.

Seeing his calm expression and lowered eyelashes, Ye Jiuya suddenly felt the lines on the fan come alive.

There are so many worries and sorrows in the world of mortals in this person's heart, they don't know where they come from, they can't go away, they spend day and night.

He said to Chen Weichen: "I practice the way of ruthlessness, so I can't comfort you. If you can't let go, just pretend that I also have feelings."

Chen Weichen looked up at him: "How can I treat you as affectionate?"

"If you have a request, you will definitely live up to it. If you are in trouble, I will protect you."

Chen Weichen stared at him for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Ye Jiuya, you are really cute."

Ye Jiuya's voice was faint: "Why is it cute?"

"Then why did you do this?" Chen Weichen asked.

"You carried Yan Jun's soul with you when you were born. You are innocent. It is human nature to fall into the turmoil of the mortal world and fall into emotional barriers. I have suffered a lot along the way, and I owe a lot."

"You really keep your promises and pay for your kindness," Chen Weichen shook his head and said to him, "But you don't know that debts of love are entangled in paying back and forth, and you will only pay more and more. Until both bodies are dead and souls disappear, there will be no day of complete recovery."

Ye Jiuya said: "You neither desire money and power, nor do you want to cultivate immortality. I have nothing to repay you, only this."

Chen Weichen held the handle of the fan, thoughtfully: "That's right."

The original melancholy in his eyes was overshadowed by the frivolity, and he raised his eyebrows: "But if you accidentally see me right and ruin your cultivation, even if I get my wish, it's really not a good thing."

Ye Jiuya said lightly, "No."

"But I remember those things. I am half Emperor Yan. If your Lord Yan has feelings for you, can you not be tempted?"

But Ye Jiuya's eyes were not disturbed: "I have known him for more than ten years, and we only regard him as a teacher and friend, and have no half-hearted thoughts."

Chen Weichen squinted at him: "You said that."

Seeming to be a little uneasy, he tapped the handle of his fan lightly on the railing a few times before saying: "Master Ye Jian is a truly heartless person, even his obsession with Lord Yan and his debt to me are also involved, which hinders the way of life." , I have to pay them off one by one. I am suffering for love, and Master Ye Jian wants to give me back a share of love. There is no way to pay back, so I can only pretend to be a love, and fulfill my wish to come to this world once."

Chen Weichen stretched out his hand, paused in mid-air as if hesitating, as if he didn't dare, and then gently lowered it - it landed on the jade-like snow-like face in front of him.

His fingertips brushed across the side of Ye Jiuya's face lightly, with a slight warmth, his movements were like the look in his eyes, extremely affectionate and gentle.

"Drinking poison to quench thirst is not impossible. Although I know it well, as long as I have deceived myself, I will be comforted. After half a year, you will cut off the ties and climb the road to heaven. I will get my wish and go to Huangquan Road... absurd Very, but really wonderful." Chen Weichen narrowed his eyes and smiled, "In the past six months, since you allowed me to go to Xiaoxiang, I had no choice but to obey."

Ye Jiuya saw his expression in his eyes, even though he didn't understand the world and the world, he also knew that under that frivolous smile, there was nothing but desolation.

——He is living with the heart of death.

"Taking the soul won't hurt your life, it's a secret, so don't believe it." Ye Jiuya said.

Chen Weichen withdrew his hands, turned and left: "It doesn't hurt your life...but if you want to die, you can die anyway."

Ye Jiuya looked at his back as he left, with no emotion in his eyes.

The night is late, the moon is getting higher and higher, and the stream is covered with cloud-like white mist, flowing slowly with the water, and the wind chimes on the eaves are jingling.

There were footsteps coming from the depths of the veranda, and Xiaotao walked over with a lantern: "Immortal Chief, the young master said that the night is late and the dew is heavy, so I want me to take you to rest."

When I arrived at the guest room, there was a light silk tent, brightly lit candles, a coral tree in front of the desk, and bright moon beads on the wall.

There is a painting on the wall facing it, with landscape pictures and inscriptions, which seems to be written by the same person as the fan.

Seeing his gaze, Xiaotao said, "Young master is good at both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, those are his paintings."

After finishing speaking, the pretty girl pursed her lips slightly, and said, "Immortal Elder."

Ye Jiuya looked at her: "What's the matter?"

"My son is a very good person, but his temper is a bit weird, and I need you to take care of me." At this moment, the girl disappeared and spoke with Chen Weichen's angry attitude, and her tone was true.

"Master, your mind is not complete. If there is any obstacle in your cultivation, you..." The girl didn't know how to speak for a while.

Ye Jiuya asked softly, "Is your mind not complete?"

"Since I was a child, I can only laugh, I can't cry, I don't see him really happy, I don't see him angry, and he acts like a madman on a daily basis. Madam and master are worried, and they have secretly invited countless doctors and alchemists, but there is no way. Madam thinks that the immortal is willing It's exhausting to lead the son to practice, so I'm embarrassed to say, if there is a cure in the world—" Xiaotao paused, then continued, "Don't ask him to do great things, and be like a normal person with flesh and blood, and be safe and happy for the rest of his life Good. Young master doesn’t like dogma and rules, if there is something wrong, I only hope that the fairy head will not blame..."

Speaking of this, with a bit of crying, Xiaotao wiped away her tears: "We people always hope that the young master will be well."

Ye Jiuya remained silent for a long time, met the girl's gaze, and said, "I will treat him well."

When Xiaotao came back, Chen Weichen was turning on the lantern, looked up and saw her eyes were red, put down the silver hook, and smiled softly: "Have you been bullied by him?"

Xiaotao took Yutan's comb at the side and brushed his loose hair: "You are alone, without Ah Hui, I don't know what kind of life it will be like, so I have to entrust the elder to treat you well."

Chen Weichen did not speak, and said after a long time: "A Tao, I am so miserable."

Xiaotao's subordinates paused, then turned to face him: "What's wrong?"

I saw the candlelight casting flickering shadows on the young master's face, his voice was soft and slow: "If there is an afterlife, I want to be a human being."

Xiao Tao was taken aback by him: "What is this?"

"People have joys, sorrows, sorrows, emotions, and desires, and they are not born thinking about anyone." His eyes were a little blank: "How wonderful."