One Sword Nine Ya

"The business has already been settled." Chen Weichen said indifferently: "The junior has something to ask the senior."

Chi Juntian smiled through the window: "Excuse me."

"My family's Wen Hui has undergone many changes since he was kidnapped by the senior. I don't know what the senior intends to do."

"It was my fault to take him away. However, in the end, Tianyan magic can only depend on fate and cannot change fate. You have your fate, and he also has his. How much is it because of me that he has reached his current state? How much is due to you and how much is due to fate, you should have thought about it long ago."

She changed the subject and said: "Since I just said that the business has already been settled, I came too late, and it is useless to say more, so I will leave here. Disciple, you can do it yourself."

Chen Weichen: "..."

She came here in a high spirited manner, and said a few quick words without telling the two of them anything. She only confirmed Ye Jiuya's intentions, but she didn't ask what the intentions were—by the way, she called Chen Weichen "disciple" .

Chen Weichen didn't respect his teacher before, and yelled "senior" very bluntly, and his tone was quite unkind, and he didn't want to speak because of her "disciple" who didn't know whether it was intentional or not.

Chi Juntian chuckled lightly: "I became a Taoist couple without making any noise. Although the immortal way doesn't pay much attention to etiquette, there should be a witness. When you return to your real body, I will host it for you as a teacher. The place is chosen in the phantom. Dangshan is still Liuxueshan, let me know when the time comes."

After she said this, the footsteps gradually faded away, and she left.

When Ye Jiuya heard this, he didn't think about the phrase "return to the real body" for the time being, he knew that Chen Weichen hated being confused with Emperor Yan the most in his life, especially when it was related to himself - so he first pressed his expression fiercely. Chen Weichen who felt something was wrong: "Don't make trouble."

Chen Weichen was stopped by him, and when he took it back, he was about to pick up the worry fan on the table, and with the hand that was about to strike Chi Juntian, he took a few breaths and his body trembled slightly.

Chi Juntian didn't say anything excessive, even from her standpoint, it was an extremely appropriate sentence.

It's just that those words were like a sharp knife point, cutting through some illusions of whitewashing peace.

After all, he is just someone's shadow, and even the status of a Taoist companion is not worth it. We need to wait for the "true body" to come, and the teacher will testify and tell the world.

Just for this sentence alone, he was just a little angry at first, but after hearing Ye Jiuya's words "don't make trouble", he suddenly became powerless, with a desolate look in his eyes.

He smiled: "So you are all the same..."

Ye Jiuya knew that he had said something wrong and didn't know how to fix it, so he lowered his eyelashes gently as if admitting his mistake.

Chen Weichen turned his head and didn't want to look at him, black air burst out of his body suddenly, his breathing was a little unsteady, and it took him a long time to be suppressed, he said expressionlessly: "Go out."

Ye Jiuya finally only said "Sorry".

It wasn't until there was a soft closing of the door that Chen Weichen smiled mockingly.

The little phoenix jumped up and down on the table, and finally stopped in front of him, in a gesture of inviting pets.

Chen Weichen reached out and touched its crest feathers, and the little phoenix immediately tilted its head, and closed its eyes comfortably.

"He treats me the same as I treat you," Chen Weichen said indifferently, "If I act coquettishly at him, I'm willing to coax him. If I'm not happy, even if I make trouble for no reason, I will also obey."

"Only by fate, Chi Juntian can't guess what I am. After these things happened recently, and seeing me being close to Ye Jiuya, he can guess—a person like him can't allow outsiders to be so overbearing." Moments, unless I'm related to that person."

"The last thing they care about...is still the one on the Futian Palace in Huandang Mountain. As for me, I am a small trouble that is not easy to throw away. I always like to make trouble for no reason, and I am angry with myself..."

Xiao Huangniao's eyes were innocent and ignorant, she didn't know what he was talking about, only that he seemed to be sad.

Chen Weichen lightly blew out the candles in the room, and put the little phoenix on the curtain hook: "It's late at night, go to sleep."

His voice was neither loud nor soft, and with the clear eyes and ears of the cultivator, he could just reach the ears of Ye Jiuya who hadn't gone far.

Under the fragrant tree by the stream, there is a fairy in a feather gauze dress, dancing a soft and curling dance, probably the Queen of Feather known as the "Scattering Flower Goddess", who greeted someone with a smile and continued to roll up her sleeves and twirl.

He looked back at the room, the gentle and warm candles were extinguished, and the surroundings fell into silence and darkness.

The moonlight falling on the dancing fairy is extremely beautiful-the fairy's lightness and alienation, and the beauty that has nothing to do with the world of mortals, makes people just look at it from a distance anyway, and can't get close at all.

Suddenly a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and he suppressed it with force, but the darkened window behind him suddenly had some indescribable attraction, and stretched out a hand in the boundless world of mortals, To pull him back.

He remembered some things, for example, Chen Weichen's body was always a little cold, and in spring and summer, he would involuntarily get close to him to keep warm.

I remembered that he had said before that he often couldn't sleep well.

I remembered the look in his eyes when he heard that "don't make trouble".

——Thinking of the person who has suffered a lot of grievances, how to reach out in the dark to hug a pillow tightly.

At this time, his sleeve was suddenly pulled by a force. It was the little phoenix, which flew out from the window at some point, chirped a few times, then continued to grab a corner of his clothes, flapping its wings and flying towards the room. direction tugging.

His heart suddenly hung in the air, as if tonight, when he left the room, he missed something important.

Under the tree, Queen Yu closed his eyes and immersed himself in the dance. His movements became more and more relaxed, and he merged with the entire Fuyao Mountain.

But this exquisite dance was completely lost in his eyes, leaving only a silent window and a sleepless person.

—Maybe it's hard to sleep, maybe it's going to be sleepless all night.

Seeing him not moving, Xiaohuangniao anxiously "chirped" a lot, and even changed to "Ye Jun" which was no longer harsh.

Hearing that call, he was taken aback, turned around, and faced the room.

The phoenix flew up to show him the way.

Chen Weichen heard the sound of footsteps and the sound of the door, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the thick and boundless darkness in front of him.

He didn't want to talk, he just kept silent and let Ye Jiuya pull out the soft pillow he was holding, his arms suddenly became empty and very cold.

Ye Jiuya's hand ran down his shoulder, trying to shake his hand, but he struggled away.

"Don't touch me." He said coldly.

After a while of silence in the dark, I heard Ye Jiuya say: "It's my fault."

"You didn't," Chen Weichen said, "I made unreasonable troubles myself, which made you unable to live in peace. I know that I am not good in any way, and there is no reason for you to admit my mistakes."

"You said the same thing when pointing at Chen Weichen." Ye Jiuya's voice said, "Ever since I knew you were a demon, I haven't always treated you as Chen Weichen."

Chen Weichen felt boundless pain in his chest.

"I often can't tell the difference, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't."

Chen Weichen turned his head away: "I know, it's not your fault..."

Ye Jiuya didn't let him finish his sentence, and said, "I know you often resent me."

Chen Weichen couldn't stand his confession, nor could he bear to hear his confession, his heart felt like a throbbing pain, he didn't know whether it was to defend himself or to make Ye Jiuya stop, he said louder, "How can I hate you? I will only like you, not hate you, I will not hate this kind of thing since I was born—”

"You're clearly angry," Ye Jiuya pressed his shoulder with one hand, and his lips that were always trying to end the conversation with the other, "Weichen, listen to me."

Chen Weichen gasped a few times, unable to move.

"But I have been trying to separate you from him. I think, you have a hometown, parents, brothers and sisters. After 19 years in the mortal world, you are already different from the demon. You will gradually resent, hate, and no longer His obsession incarnates."

"When you were in the mortal world, everyone around you loved you in every possible way. After you came to my side, you have been wronged all the time. It's my fault."

"I have never met a person like you. You can't speak. It often makes you sad. It's my fault."

Chen Weichen felt a sharp pain in his heart, and shook his head vigorously, trying to make him stop talking, but Ye Jiuya ignored it.

"You often laugh and are good at hiding things. I just thought you were transparent about the world. Even if you were sad, it was just a temporary obsession. I found out later that you were born in the mortal world with a demon body, and you can never be the same as the world. A rootless duckweed is always sad and vulnerable.”

"In my short life, I have never really shown my beauty. Just now I made a slip of the tongue. I asked you to stop making trouble. It was not because I was bored, but because I thought that you have had few happy days and many sad days in your life. If you can let go of this worry, maybe Can have a lot of fun."

He let go of the suppression on Chen Weichen, Chen Weichen's throat was choked, and his voice was already crying: "Stop talking...I'm so sad."

Ye Jiuya slid his fingertips across his cheeks and wiped them under his eyes, as if tears were really falling there.

"Be good," he heard Ye Jiuya say softly, "It's all my fault, don't cry."

With this sentence, he couldn't stand it even more. The grievances and sorrows that he deliberately suppressed on weekdays surged up together, his throat was sore and throbbing, he couldn't speak for a while, he just hugged Ye Jiuya tightly, and whimpered a few times Voice.

Ye Jiuya embraced him back, only feeling that the body in her arms was much more real than all the tactile sensations in the past.

He has seen too many appearances of this person, in front of outsiders, he is romantic and unrestrained, gentle and peaceful, or kind and easy-going.

And those pretending to be frivolous when you get along with yourself, the sincere touch, the gentleness and satisfaction between the brows and the corners of the eyes.

None of them.

The only real thing about "Chen Weichen" is not even affection, but the inherent pain.

There is probably a dark corner in his heart, where he is always curled up in a daze.

The pain always told him that this place was not where he was supposed to come from, and that he could see nothing but strangers from other lands, and he had nowhere to tell.

Ye Jiuya let Chen Weichen go.

Chen Weichen's mind went blank, and he felt at a loss that Ye Jiuya had separated from him and was no longer hugged by him.

The next moment, she was hugged again, pressed on the bed, something slightly cool and soft pressed against her lips, deeply lingering with herself.

When they finally parted, I heard Ye Jiuya say: "I don't know how to like Zen... "San Tong Qi" and "Wu Zhen Pian" are both good, which one do you want?"

He just opened his mouth to say that he wanted to participate in the same contract, but he swallowed it back, still feeling a lot of gamble, and said sullenly: "The exercises don't match, you can't practice both."