Wonderful Pet Shop

Yang Jian looked down again at the water in the urn that was not full, took a deep breath, raised his legs and stepped into the tall mountain gate.

In an instant, a phantom flashed in front of my eyes!

Yang Jian immediately threw the [-]-jin water urn high into the air with one arm, and began to fight with several brothers!

Some people stopped people, and naturally some people flew in the air to attack the water jar.Yang Jian pulled out and leaped, and at the moment before the water urn was shattered, he stretched out his arms and pulled down the heavy water urn. The arc of the landing perfectly matched the trajectory of the falling water, and returned the rippling water back into the urn without leaking. .

After a few rounds in a short while, the flying figures landed on both sides, bowing silently to each other.

Yang Jian left with the water urn in one hand.

Although people are walking, the water in the urn has not shaken at all, it is as smooth as a mirror.

In the past, he, who was favored by his master, would always be embarrassed by his brothers for dozens of rounds, but today he relaxed.

Yang Jian looked down at the water in the urn which was not full, thinking that he probably knew the reason.

"Unexpectedly, Yang Jian also stumbled."

"I will definitely be taught by Master today."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"But it's so strange, he didn't lose a drop of water in this fight, so how could he spill water on the way back?"

"Never mind him. Anyway, Master will definitely think that we hindered him and praise us for improving our skills."

"I really want to see what he looks like after being taught by the master. He always thinks that he is great if he is talented, and he puts on a noble face in front of us all day long. When the master comes, he is as weak as a little sheep. Disgusting!"

"If you make such a low-level mistake, you probably won't be able to be upright in the future."

Yang Jian didn't lie to Xiaotian, he was indeed not bullied.

He just gets sidelined.

Because it is too good.

No, it was what Xiaotian once said about him, excellent but weak.

The psychological shadow of his childhood made him at a loss when he faced a similar situation again.He clearly wanted to integrate into their group so much, but he didn't dare to speak, and he didn't know how to speak.

But he didn't want to, his hesitation became aloof in the eyes of others, and his cowardice became a disguise in the eyes of others.

It's okay for him to be introverted, but he still wants to be more handsome than the forest.

How can we escape the fate of "the wind will destroy it"?

Holding the edge of the urn tightly, Yang Jian pretended not to hear the discussion behind him, and walked all the way to the master's residence.

Immortal Yuding said "Come in", and since Yang Jian came in, he has been sitting upright with his eyes closed.

Yang Jian knelt beside the unfilled water urn, lowering his eyes, waiting for the master to speak.

He thought that if the master asked him what was going on today, he would keep silent to the end.

He won't lie, if he is questioned by Master, sooner or later he will make a mistake.

But if it's just silence, it will also make Master suspicious, right?

Yang Jian knelt there, his mind was in a mess, and his hands unconsciously grasped the hem of the clothes in front of his knees.

When he had already thought about the Dongchuang incident and the fight between his brothers and Xiaotian, Master Yuding suddenly said, "Yang Jian."

Yang Jian was startled, and hurriedly crouched down, "My disciple knows his mistake."

"What's wrong?"

Yang Jian couldn't answer.

Fortunately, Daoist Yuding didn't dwell on this issue, but said, "As a teacher, I'm comprehending the divine way today, and I occasionally feel something."

Yang Jian: "I would like to listen to Master's teachings."

"We cultivators of the divine way emphasize 'self-denial', and those of the demonic way call it 'killing nature'. But my teacher believes that what we seek for 'self-denial' is actually seeking a balance, a balance between 'reason' and' The balance of 'emotion' under the constraints of 'virtue'."

Yang Jian, who was kneeling on the ground, blinked and was silent for a moment, "The disciple is dull."

"No problem. Being a teacher is just to share with you the occasional insights. Pour the water in the urn into the jar and go."

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and replied, "Yes."

Yang Jian held the water urn and watched the water rushing into the big vat, pondering the mystery of the master's words.

When the water dried up, Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Master... Got it.

Yang Jian returned to his residence, sat silently on the couch, a little dazed.

Of course he could choose to go back to the mountain stream and refill the urn.But he himself didn't know why he didn't choose to do so.

Probably because he felt that as long as Xiaotian was still around, no matter how many times he refilled the water, he would spill it, or even break the urn directly.

He intuitively believed that he needed to be reprimanded by his master.

To wake myself up a bit.

Yang Jian lay on his back on the bed with a plop, covering his eyes with one arm.

He understands everything, he just doesn't want to figure it out.

If the reason is not clear enough, you can indulge occasionally.

He once walked with Xiaotian.At that time the road was smooth and wide.

But Yang Jian didn't know where he was going.Just move forward blankly, take one step, count one step.

Later, Master suddenly appeared and showed him a path.

Yang Jian didn't know if it was the path he liked, but he heard that it was very good, so he walked on it.

It was Xiaotian who told him that the road was very good.

But Xiaotian told him again that we don't agree with each other.So they parted ways.

At that time, Yang Jian was just thinking dumbly, so let's separate.

Anyway, we should have separated long ago.

What does it look like to be with your own enemy who destroys the door.

Yang Jian calmly walked on the path indicated by Master.The road is rough and rough, and the wind is cold and bleak.The bright end seems to be close at hand, but after walking for so long, I have never seen anything close.

Looking back suddenly, Yang Jian saw the ragged child nestling in the belly of the demon dog on the way he came, sleeping soundly.

They walked across the fields together and chased butterflies together.

Crowd under the eaves to avoid rain in summer, snuggle together to keep warm in winter.

He lay on Xiaotian's belly, counted the stars while lying under the starry sky, and rode on Xiaotian's back, and was chased several streets by the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop holding a rolling pin...

Looking back at the wandering days that once felt unbearable, now they are so fresh and vivid.

Yang Jian said to himself that the past cannot be pursued, even if it is sad, he can only move on.

Because the person who parted ways with him said that he also has something to pursue.

So why not pursue it in the first place?

Why...wasting so much time by his side?

And why, after saying goodbye, I still want to provoke him again.

He is just a 16-year-old ignorant boy, with no one to accompany him, but he has to carry forward with a heavy load.

No matter how strong the appearance is, the heart is already fragile and riddled with holes.

Just a little tenderness can make him lose his way, indulge in tenderness, and fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

Yang Jian woke up from the nightmare of falling off the cliff, and opened his eyes suddenly.

The boy who snuggled up with him was probably too exhausted from all the tossing around, and was in a deep sleep.

How did things become like this?

Yang Jian got up cautiously, pulled off his clothes and draped them over his shoulders, and sat outside the cave staring at the bright Tianhe in a daze.

Why is this happening?

Oh, what a good question.

Not the first time.

Why do you ask every time.

Yang Jian lowered his head, inserted his fingers into his hair, and grabbed his own hair in pain.

He hated himself for not being born hundreds of years earlier, in the age when the Six Realms were just formed and there was no dispute between gods and demons.

He hates the greed in this world. The ancient war between gods and demons has only subsided for more than a thousand years, and a new round of war between gods and demons is about to start again.

He hated Master Yuding for taking him into his sect, so that after he and Xiaotian set foot on their respective paths at that bifurcation point, they could only drift away gradually.

Although there is a voice asking him, even if there is no distinction between gods and demons, can you be with him with peace of mind?

Although there is a voice clamoring, hate this and hate that, isn't it you who should hate the most?

But Yang Jian covered his ears and said, I can't hear you!

The person on the stone couch half-raised his upper body, and the thin clothes covering his body slipped down his creamy skin, barely covering his waist, and then down were two bare, slender legs.

He silently watched the teenager sitting at the entrance of the cave hug himself into a ball and struggle in pain, the look in his eyes was deeper than the night.

Putting on his clothes and walking over, Xiao Tian sat down beside Yang Jian, and kissed him softly on the side of his face.

Yang Jian ran away like a frightened little beast.

Roaring days: ...

"Only the two of us know about this matter. It's our secret." Xiao Tian posted it, approaching Yang Jian who was leaning against the mountain wall and retreating, and said in a low voice, "I really like you, so naturally I won't hurt you. You, and you won't tell anyone. So, there's nothing to worry about."

There was a trace of looseness in Yang Jian's shivering gaze.

Xiao Tian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, put one hand on Yang Jian's side, and stroked his place with the other, "Aren't you happy when you're with me? Are you unhappy when you do this kind of thing?"

How could a young boy stand such provocations, his breathing was already in a mess.

Xiaotian leaned close, teasing his earlobes with his lips and teeth, and said in a low voice, "Don't think too much."

The thing in the palm is already hot and high-spirited, and the protruding veins are restless and clamoring.

Xiaotian raised his eyes and saw those eyes with deep desire and passion, showing a shallow smile, leaning over to gently peck the corner of the boy's mouth, sitting up on the boy's waist, letting the hot sharp blade penetrate own body.

"what……"

The pierced boy raised his head and sighed, revealing his slender and fragile neck, like a swan waiting to be killed.

He is bathed in the bright moonlight, and his white jade-like skin exudes gleaming light. Even though the undulating chest is accompanied by the melody of color and passion, even though the scorching breath exudes a charming fragrance, Yang Jian just feels that the pull in front of him His fallen goblin is as holy as a sacrifice.

Make him drunk, call him crazy.

He finally couldn't hold back anymore, he pinched the young man's flexible waist with both hands, threw him up high and pressed down heavily like out of control.

He will stain him, possess him, crush him, destroy him.

Until the dead.

Yang Jian leaned against the mountain wall, hugging the man who looked like he was fished out of the water in his arms, his eyes were empty.

Why me?he asks.

The man panted slightly, and whispered in his ear that there was no reason.

After a while, he said again, don't think too much.

It was hazy.

The well-dressed Yang Jian stood at the entrance of the cave facing the twilight of the sky - he had to go back before the master and all the brothers got up in the morning.

"I'm not coming to see you again," he said.

The person submerged in the darkness deep in the cave, after watching Yang Jian leave, responded softly, "Okay."

There was a slight smile in that low voice.

It doesn't matter, it's not the first time he said something like this.

Yang Jian said that he would never see him again, but as long as he saw that person standing by the water, under the tree, or in the wind, smiling at him, the lead-colored world would be the beginning of rain and snow, and the sun shining brightly.

Yang Jian thought that he had no way to find a balance of "emotion" bounded by "reason" and "morality" like what Master told him.

The inner demon has already been cast.All he can choose is to completely fall into the devil, or rely on occasional indulgence in exchange for continuing on the current path.

He chooses the latter.

Because of the fallen demon, he can only have nothing.

But in the long years of more than 3000 years later, Yang Jian kept thinking that if he had fallen into the devil with the roaring sky at that time, maybe he would have had everything already.

Rather than like now, although it seems to have a lot, it really has nothing.

The author has something to say: I know you are all screaming that your liver hurts... But I like how this story breaks like I'm on drugs... QAQ

Anyway, think about it better, after all, Yang Jian Xiaotian has never been separated, right?Isn't it just a bad street stalk like amnesia, and in the end the two will definitely talk to each other and be together~.There is no third party in the process, the two of them love each other more and more, and they have done all the things they should do ♂, and everything is not bad, but the psychological process is a bit tangled, isn't this a sweet article~(Slap myself )

emmm, looking through the subscription records, I found a special reader... Well, it's you, the one with the initial letter H at the end.

You don't know how happy I am when I find out that you are reading my article.

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