All living beings go down the mountain

The night was as cool as water, with a gurgling breeze, and the pages on the desk were blown by the wind so that they turned over by themselves. Ye Wuming slowly opened his eyes and looked at the empty desk, as if Ye Xuanyu had been sitting behind the desk for countless nights. Flipping through those books, from the age of 11 until now, almost every night, Ye Wuming sat in front of him, one of them was as cold as ice, and the other as passionate as fire.

Like a silhouette of life, Ye Wuming saw everything clearly in an instant.

The so-called bullying, teasing, and jokes are nothing more than a sentence of "I like you" in the end.

And the so-called life is suffering, the so-called can't get it, in the end it's nothing more than the person I like and doesn't like me.

Footsteps came slowly in the distance, Ye Xuanyu was dressed in white and gray gauze, with a cold face, like the person who hurried over on dry branches so many years ago.

Sitting lightly in front of the bed, holding a spoon of medicinal soup and feeding it to his mouth, a burst of medicinal gas and ink fragrance lingered, Ye Wuming raised his hand and grabbed the man's wrist, and said in a dry and hoarse voice:

"Ye Xuanyu, I like you."

For the first time, Ye Wuming clearly saw a tremor in the man's eyes, the water was sparkling, and the mist was hazy.

I couldn't help exerting strength with my hands, holding back the pain on my body, and squeezed out another sentence from between my teeth: "Ye Xuanyu, I like you, would you like me?" The man's lips.

For the first time, the icy Taoist shivered slightly, his pink and moist lips parted slightly, his breathing was disordered, and he took a light breath.

However, in just a moment, the mist in his eyes dissipated, and the cold-faced Taoist priest came back again, and only said lightly, "Stop making trouble, and drink the medicine."

How many days and nights, how many words, whether true or false: I like you, have never received a response.However, today's Ye Wuming is no longer the Ye Wuming of the past. He clearly knows what he wants and who he wants.

Ye Wuming frowned, stood up abruptly, knocked the medicine bowl in his hand to the ground, jumped off the bed, and approached the person in front of him step by step.

Ye Wuming's voice was hoarse, and he forced Ye Xuanyu to the wall, his eyes seemed to be full of flames: "Ye Xuanyu, do you really not understand, or are you pretending to understand? Nine years, how many times have I told you in these nine years that I like you?" You, you can't hear, or don't understand? Or pretend not to hear, or pretend not to understand?" He tightly grabbed Ye Xuanyu's hand and put it on his heart.

"Ye Xuanyu, I like you. If you don't believe me, I'll put this heart aside and let you have a look!" A finger accidentally hooked to the corner of his clothes, revealing a bloody scar on his chest. Behind this scar was a scar that reached to the lower abdomen .

He is too hostile, and only stealthy cultivation is the right way.

He is a catastrophe in the Yin Ruins, and cannot be saved.

The words of master and uncle flooded Ye Xuanyu's mind instantly, as if the boy lying on the white jade altar ten years ago had never been here.

Ye Wuming forced Ye Xuanyu into a corner, stared at Ye Wuming's affectionate eyes, Ye Xuanyu calmly said softly:

"Ye Wuming, I am your master"

"So what about master?" He sneered, grabbed the opponent's hand fiercely and said in a voice almost choked with sobs, "As long as you agree with me, you can let me stay in the Yin Ruins, go down the mountain to subdue demons, or help Ye Shi, save the world." No matter Jimin, I will go with you! If you want to be a human being, I will be human with you. If you want to become a fairy, I will follow you to become a fairy." His bloodshot eyes looked into a pair of golden eyes, which reflected his own Shadow, "Ye Xuanyu, I like you..."

Some words become true after too many times. When it comes to convincing myself, but not convincing the other party.

However, Ye Xuanyu is always the Ye Xuanyu who does not eat the fireworks of the world. He blinked lightly, then raised his eyebrows and said word by word, "Ye Wuming, I am you, Master", biting down the last two words, decisively and fiercely. .

"I never regarded you as my master!" Ye Wuming's eyes were red, and he suddenly grabbed Ye Xuanyu's other wrist and pressed it against the wall, but accidentally touched a stack of thick books on the table.

Books were scattered on the ground in embarrassment, scattered papers fluttered in the air like butterflies, panic flashed across Ye Xuanyu's face, Ye Wuming felt that the wrist he was holding suddenly wanted to break free, as if an unknown secret will be made public.

Picking up a piece of paper, there are countless "positive" characters written on the paper in neat block letters, one by one, one page after another, each sheet is filled with the word "positive", as if nine All the accumulation of the years has been immersed in these sheets of paper, some of which have curled up and turned yellow.

All kinds of past memories came to my mind, starting from that summer night when I jumped from the roof window, every sentence of this person was joking, affectionate, sweet, playful, sad, or angry: Ye Xuanyu, I like you... ... are all outlined in one stroke, and countless "positive" characters are written. Then, with the years, along with the dry and fragile dead branches in the blue and white porcelain vase on the huge desk, they lie quietly in the corner of the study room, without looking around. People, quietly take it out in the dead of night, gently stroke these handwritings, as if you can see the hooked corner of that person's mouth, and smell the loquat fragrance that came faintly that day, as if yesterday.

Raising his head with bloodshot eyes, he was facing the firm and upright eyes of the sneering Taoist priest. Ye Wuming's eyes were red and misty, and he squinted his eyes and asked, "Ye Xuanyu...you like me...don't you?"

The eyes full of water were only for a moment, and the wrist in his hand broke free. Ye Xuanyu straightened his clothes, his face was calm, the panic and emotion just now disappeared in a flash, and he said slowly:

"Ye Wuming, I am your master."

The upright celestial scholar of Tiangang, the Taoist disciple who helped the Ye family, and the Aoxue character who was in charge of the Yin Ruins, the Taoist priest who didn't know how to be warm and cold came back again. Ye Xuanyu lifted the corner of his clothes and said lightly: "I'll get the medicine", then turned and left .

On a cold night, a moon as frosty as snow, a biting wind, and a lamp that flickered on and off, Ye Wuming stood blankly in the study room alone, looking at the word "正" all over the place, feeling overwhelmed. The sword was cut into pieces, and I couldn't help opening my mouth to breathe, and everything in front of me became more and more blurred.

Ye Xuanyu, Ye Xuanyu, gods and ghosts also have hearts, where is your heart?

That day at the Liumen cemetery, Jiang's daughter confided in a low voice: I know he is a ghost, as long as I can be with him, I am willing.

Surrounded by Yingying, it can't be scattered for a long time.

Ye Xuanyu never came to the study again, Ye Yuan and Ye Wuzhi took turns to change Ye Wuming's dressing.Ye Wuming seemed to have changed into a different person, the person who never frowned in pain in the past frowned all day long, but the person who used to like to gag the most suddenly cherished words like gold.

Ye Wuzhi inadvertently told Ye Xuanyu to listen, but the Taoist priest, who didn't care about anything, slowly frowned, didn't even say an indifferent "oh", and opened his mouth to sigh.

The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves and falls on the white and smooth white jade ground of Yin Ruins, and the lush mountains become golden.

Ye Wuzhi pushed open the door of the study with the medicine bowl in his hand, and when Ye Wuming's injury was about to recover, he left without saying a word.He finally went down the mountain, he didn't need to defeat his master, he didn't need to learn how to open the coffin, and he didn't need to climb over the Lingxiao gate that people inside were said to be unable to get out, because Ye Wuming knew that what stood in his way was never meant to win That immortal master has never been a coffin-opener who wants to study hard, let alone the ordinary Lingxiaomen.

The aloof Yin Ruins has not changed anything because of Ye Wuming's departure. Ye Xuanyu is still the same as before, morning class, evening class, meditation, meditation, bigu, teaching mind, body, footwork and sword strength.He is still that cold-faced, non-human Taoist priest, and that meticulously dressed immortal celebrity.

It's just that no one has ever noticed that there is a small gap in the corner of the gray gauze on the outer layer of Ye Xuanyu's white coat, which is neatly sewn with light gray thread, and every stitch is flat and neat.

The autumn night is cold and cool, the weak oil lamp is lit, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dried up, and then it is slowly lit, just like the ordinary days on Yinxu Mountain, it repeats day after day, and suddenly I hear scattered noises from the roof. The sound of tiles made Ye Xuanyu's heart tremble slightly, and he hurriedly put down the book in his hand and wanted to get up to have a look, but he retreated abruptly after being meowed a few times.

I don't know what I'm waiting for. A person who has wanted to go down the mountain for nine years will finally come back one day after following his wish?Fingertips lingered on the paper with countless orthographic characters, caressing the last incomplete and unfinished orthographic character, but each neat and neat word stopped at the last unfinished stroke, probably never having the chance to complete it in this life.

Ye Xuanyu never thought that there would be times when he himself would not be able to sleep peacefully all day long. Yin Ruins should have been quieter without the demon king, but he was very unaccustomed to this kind of quietness.Because no one steals the koi from Yuhua Pond and eats them roasted, no one laughs while meditating, no one hears the tiles on the roof of the study in the middle of the night, and no one clamors to hear stories As for the joker, there is no such thing as the cold night, when he tightly held his wrist and said affectionately: Ye Xuanyu, I like you...

It's winter in the Yin Ruins, and the white snow all over the mountains and plains completely covers the already hidden white fairy house, making the hidden fairy house look more lonely and lonely, and the occasional footsteps from the promenade seem to cut through the sky.Ye Wuzang walked towards Ye Xuanyu's study with a pot of steaming teacup in his hand.

He knocked lightly on the wooden door, but the people inside did not respond.Pushing the door open, Ye Xuanyu sat blankly in front of the desk, looking at the few birds standing scattered on the tree outside the window, his eyes were empty and absent-minded.

"Master, the tea is here." Ye Xuanyu called out softly, and Ye Xuanyu put away his gaze just now as if returning to his senses, the birds on the tree also flew away one after another, and the falling snow was blown away by the wind.

"Um"

"It's snowing heavily today, are you still in class?" Ye Wuzang asked softly.

"No need" opened the tea cover, took a sip of tea, Ye Xuanyu slowly raised his head, looked at Ye Wuzang who was already standing tall in front of him, thinking that he entered the Yin Ruins when he was only seven or eight years old, and he has already looked like a young man in a few years .

"How is Ye Yuan's homework?" Ye Xuanyu suddenly asked Ye Yuan, and Ye Wuzang replied in a little surprise:

"mediocre"

"How's your homework?"

Ye Wuzang bowed his head respectfully, and said humbly, "It's OK"

Ye Xuanyu nodded. Among the disciples of Yin Ruins, Ye Wuzang had always been the best in all aspects of homework, and he was also humble. Ye Xuanyu had said long ago that he was optimistic about this disciple as the leader of Yin Ruins, but he was confused because of Ye Yuan.

"You are my big disciple, I hope that one day, you will be able to control the Yin Ruins."

Suddenly receiving praise, Ye Wuzang lowered his head a little: "Master's praise"

"Ye Wuming is gone." Ye Xuanyu said lightly, "Ye Yuanxin is not on the mountain, and he will leave one day after all."

Ye Wuzang frowned slightly, but didn't answer.

Gently knocking the lid of the teacup in his hand on the edge, making the sound of porcelain bowls rubbing against each other, Ye Xuanyu said slowly, "If you hope to control the Yin Ruins one day, you need to leave everything in the world behind."

"Disciples know"

"I don't want you to force yourself, but the master hopes that you can understand what you want in your life."

Ye Xuanyu seemed to be saying this to himself. He was born as a disciple of Yin Ruins, and he was in charge of Yin Ruins at the age of nine. His snow-white silver hair was the beauty that he was destined to become a fairy. , the shackles tied to the marrow of life, the seven emotions and six desires that are doomed to have no fate, what Ye Xuanyu wanted in his life can only be this cold and arrogant white fairy house.

"I don't have to go to class today, it's snowing outside, let's go have a snowball fight"

Ye Wuzang thought he had heard it wrong. For decades, Yinxu had never had a snowball fight, nor had he built a snowman. The Yinxu Immortal Residence, as tidy and lonely as the Guanghan Palace, was as unkind as his master.But today's bright and warm sunshine seems to be able to warm the snow on the roof of Yinxu Xianju, and also illuminate Ye Xuanyu, who has never been heartless before his eyes.

When the winter gradually passed and the spring came, Ye Yuan went down the mountain. Ye Xuanyu didn't ask her anything, just because she said that what she wanted in her life was not in the Yin Ruins.

"What do you think?" Ye Xuanyu once asked Ye Wuzang. Ye Wuzang, who clasped his hands tightly, buried his head deeply, remained silent for a long time, and slowly said "disciple is willing to rule Yinxu".

People's aspirations, all living beings are different, just know what you want.Ye Xuanyu nodded, looking at the upright man in front of him, he couldn't help thinking that that man was also at this age, dressed in black, stubborn, but never changed what he wanted.