After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Human world.

Decades have passed since the Demon Cultivator chaos.

In the damp and deep cave, there was a violent coughing and retching sound, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

The giant snake demon crawled beside Wen Ziyi, its pupils were almost bigger than his whole body, but he carefully avoided his breath, lest he would offend the other party.

Even though the snake demon suppressed his voice, it still made the gravel in the cave jump four times:

"My lord, there is a spirit grass in the deep forest, I will go and find it for you."

Wen Ziyi was in a mess, her white clothes had long been stained with moss and mud, she quietly leaned against the mountain wall and raised her head, unable to speak, but waved her hands.

The storage bag is full of Bai Xinghua's first-grade panacea, and he can get better by sniffing the spiritual energy, but he doesn't use any of them.

Only the pain wakes him up and makes him remember the hatred.

Let him atone.

He quietly searched through the catastrophe decades ago, holding the evidence that Fang Xingjian was not a demon cultivator, and when he wanted to know who opened the demon domain——

The Lingyan faction shattered his golden elixir and expelled him from the sect.

Because Fu Xiangqiao went crazy.

Not to mention cultivating Taoism, even monks who have lived for more than 100 years cannot take care of themselves in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. They lie in bed and have to be taken care of.

Fuxiangqiao has made many enemies, but Wen Ziyi has the deepest hatred. Even though he has a hundred kinds of evidence to prove his innocence, Yuchao, the head of the family, still pushes him out as a scapegoat in order to appease the anger of the Fu family.

Just like decades ago, Master became the scapegoat of Lingyan Sect.

The moment he walked out of the Lingyan faction, Fujia attacked desperately. Wen Ziyi was chasing after him like a street mouse, and everyone shouted and beat him.

It was not until entering the ancient forest that he finally escaped the siege of countless monks.

He slowed down, his breathing was shallow and close to nothing, and he said hoarsely: "Don't cry, go and guard the door, let me rest for a while."

The giant snake had readily accepted this weird name earlier, and upon hearing Wen Ziyi's orders, its huge body moved forward, and finally formed a circle in front of the cave.

The coercion is everywhere, not to mention the cave, even the entire ancient forest is under his nose.

Wen Ziyi finally felt relieved, the vigilance all the way had exhausted all his mind, apart from the pain, he was deeply tired and weak.

He sneered, those people's methods were exactly the same as those decades ago.

How he wronged Master back then is how he is framed now.

Thinking of Fang Xingjian, a demonic mark appeared in his dark and dull eyes, overwhelming regret and suffering swept through his heart, as if someone had strangled his neck, and it was difficult to breathe out.

Wen Ziyi slammed the back of her head against the mountain wall forcefully, with a bang, and a smile that was uglier than crying appeared on her pale and colorless face.

He covered his eyes with his hands behind his back, covering his bloodshot black eyes, and his voice echoed in the empty cave.

"They framed it?"

"Stop joking, didn't you kill him yourself?"

"Betray him, kill him with your own hands, destroy his wind chimes—"

The mountain wall was knocked by him so that fine dust fell, and the blood flowed through the thick black hair and flowed down the back of the neck into the clothes, soaking the dusty outer robe.

"Master, is this the pain you have endured?"

The chapped lips touched up and down lightly, as if whispering to a lover, and murmured: "Master——"

The voice was low to the ground, and a faint red light appeared in the fundus of the eyes, which is the performance of madness.

Wen Ziyi knew long ago that she had a demon in her heart.

No matter how rigorous his practice is, once night falls, he will fall asleep on time.

Sleep when the moon rises, wake up when the sun rises.

He clearly remembered the traces in his dream, and was trapped in the darkness day after day, counting the time both familiarly and strangely, waiting for the darkness to pass.

There is only one day in a year when he can't even feel the darkness, as if he has been robbed.

Wen Ziyi knew it all.

It was his demons at work.

He closed his eyes, the afterglow of the setting sun outside had turned cool, and night was about to fall, and he would be locked in darkness again soon.

Repentance and atonement for Master.

****

Wen Ziyi seemed to have had a long, long dream.

The screen flashed like a revolving lantern, from the cave occupied by Bie Ming, moving forward day by day, killing teachers, apprentices, giving birth, and releasing majestic demonic energy.

In the end the long and endless darkness.

I don't know how long it took, and finally the sky was bright, and a pair of eyes as bright as the sunset glow in the sky looked at him gently like the wind, caressed his thin scales, twirled the tip of his tail with a smile, and called him Chiyu.

Wen Ziyi shed tears in her sleep, the hand at her side wanted to hold onto her tightly, but it was in vain.

The memory changed in an instant, and he saw the master who had fallen into the demon realm, the master who was dressed as an oiran, the master who was blushing and tender, and the master who was smiling.

Countless masters.

Wen Ziyi closed his eyes tightly, cold water stains slipped from the corners of his eyes, if this was a dream, he would never wake up.

****

Fang Xingjian woke up early.

He could only remember that he was captured, as if some strange memory had been injected into him, and in the end he even regarded Chiyu as Wen Ziyi's traitor, and even stabbed him with a sword.

His head was still a little drowsy, his eyes returned to the usual darkness, he raised his hands and kneaded his temples, shook his head and softly called Chiyu.

He didn't hear an answer for a long time, so he had no choice but to release his spiritual sense, and realized that the other party was asleep under a tree not far away, so he stood up with rubbing support.

Geng Zhi Jianxiu was a little ashamed.

This guy Chiyu is also pitifully stupid, he has no cultivation base, and he can block the attack with a little magic energy, and it is better to suffer less injuries.

I don't know who has such a stubborn temper.

Thinking of this, Fang Xingjian fumbled over it obediently, knelt down and searched for his arm, wanting to see whether the wound was deep or not.

Lingzhi felt that his aura was calm and normal, but when he touched it with his hands, his heart suddenly became tense, and he frowned immediately.

Chiyu's cultivation base is already above the Mahayana stage, and he has long been freed from the confinement of the mortal body. If he wants to, it is not difficult to change his skin at will.

But the people under him were hot all over at this time, almost as if they were going to be burned.

Fang Xingjian's expression suddenly tightened, he shook him lightly, and said worriedly:

"Chiyu, wake up."

The person in front of him suddenly opened his eyes like a frightened bird, and his golden pupils shrank into a line, avoiding his touch sensitively.

Fang Xing swordsman stayed in the air for a moment in embarrassment, had no choice but to take it back, and explained in a good temper:

"it's me."

"Why are you so hot? Did you fight with that person again after that? The injury was so severe, that person's cultivation might be unusual."

Wen Ziyi was stunned, looking at him in disbelief, her fingertips trembling, and she held her breath.

Although the relationship between Chiyu and him had reappeared in his memory, seeing Fang Xingjian with his own eyes, Wen Ziyi was still so shocked that he was speechless.

Master, Master is still alive and standing in front of him!

Fang Xingjian frowned after not hearing Chiyu's answer for a long while, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, thinking that this little fool must be burnt out.

Before the hand touched his skin, there was a trace of suspicion for no reason.

Spiritual knowledge can perceive that this is Chiyu's body, but the aura around the opponent is even colder. Even if he suppresses it as hard as possible, he can still feel the scattered deterrence.

It's not like the little tail that has been following him all the time, it seems that this little dog, in a place where he can't see, instantly transformed into a beast and a lone wolf.

The puppy would open its belly to show him, and would obediently lie down beside him, but the wild wolf would just disembowel him and eat him, sucking up the bone marrow.

Fang Xingjian stood up and couldn't help taking two steps back.

Called hesitantly: "Chiyu?"

Wen Ziyi's face turned cold, her pupils were dark, but her tone was gentle and well-behaved:

"I'm here."

He has woken up from the memories of the revolving lantern.The pair of golden pupils turned into a sticky honey color, and the eyes were tightly attached to him, greedily sliding from his forehead to the earlobe, falling into the low collar, trying to get into the ascetic whiteness.

Chiyu is just a part of Wen Ziyi, with love and reverence, he just wants to protect Fang Xingjian, being by his side is enough.

But Wen Ziyi is not.

He is the one who has gone through so many years, he is the one who was raised by Master himself, and he is the one who hurt Master himself.

He is also the one tormented by unbearable guilt and unknown love.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fang Xingjian finally let go of his doubts a little bit, and worry took over his mind again, and asked:

"Are you seriously injured? What happened after I passed out?"

He really didn't expect that Chiyu, who looked like a calf, could have a fever, so he squatted down again, and gently pressed his forehead against his.

This little guy saved him countless times, if he finally got sick because of him, how could he be happy.

The cold hand touched the hot skin, but was firmly grasped and placed on the chest.

Fang Xingjian frowned: "Don't move around."

Wen Ziyi chuckled softly: "Brother, I'm living a good life, and I haven't encountered anything."

"Then why are you so hot?"

"I don't know, maybe I miss you too much."

At this time, Fang Xingjian was still glib, but Fang Xingjian withdrew his hand helplessly, and pressed his forehead again. The temperature was gradually dropping, so he felt a little relieved.

He withdrew his hand, touched his chin again and thought carefully:

"Do you know why Ruoming attacked me? For Gui Mei? Or because he doesn't want us to go to Xijincheng?"

"There's also Axi and Gong Wuyou. I don't know where they were sent. I'm afraid something happened to these two children. We'll go and find out when you recover."

"I always feel that Ruoming's plan is not simple, and I'm afraid there is still someone behind, so I have to rush to Xijin City as soon as possible."

Wen Ziyi didn't listen to a word, just stared at his opening and closing lips, and couldn't help it.

Raising his hand and dragging his chin, inserting his fingertips into the smooth black hair, his thumb gently brushed the corner of his thin, rosy mouth.

Fang Xingjian frowned, slapped his hand, and said in a bad tone:

"doing what?"

Wen Ziyi picked up Chiyu's tone, docile like a lamb, but staring at the prey with serious eyes:

"There's mud on the corner of my mouth."

Fang Xingjian twitched his long eyelashes, and suddenly recalled that he woke up in the grass just now, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

I had to cough twice, nodded and changed the subject abruptly:

"Don't lie down, we have to find Axi quickly, these two children have no cultivation, I'm afraid something will happen."

Wen Ziyi hummed obediently, then stretched out her hand to grab Fang Xingjian's wrist.

Putting his fingertips on his pulse, he felt the beating vitality, and the worry and pain in his heart seemed to be dissipated in smoke.

He hooked the corners of his lips, and his smile had the docileness of a puppy, but it also contained an unclear emotion.

Fang Xingjian only felt uncomfortable, why did this guy make more and more small movements,

"I can walk by myself, don't catch me..."

Before he finished speaking, he was led by Wen Ziyi to a flying boat turned into a green leaf. The man added more strength and said innocently:

"I've already noticed their location, shall I take you to find them?"

He tapped the back of his hand lightly with his fingertips, and signaled, "It will be faster this way."

Fang Xingjian suddenly felt that he was thinking too much, his face was full of redness, he paused for a moment, and had to pretend to be calm: "Next time, talk first, don't make any moves."

The strength on the wrist has not been relaxed, the width of the flying boat is narrow, and it can only barely stick to the person in front of it.

He heard the person in front of him chuckle softly, the tremor in his chest spread from one body to another, Fang Xingjian felt his heart tremble.

The breeze was blowing, the clouds and mist dissipated, and the sound of the wind blew past the ears.

A thought suddenly popped up in Fang Xingjian's mind, this was the first time the two met during the day.

The voice of the person in front was not heavy, but clearly passed through the wind and fell into his ears:

"I listen to you."

From now on, I will obey Master in everything.

Fang Xingjian subconsciously bent the corners of his lips, feeling the rare warmth of the sunlight, as if he had just swallowed half a piece of candied fruit after drinking a bowl of bitter medicine.

Even for a person like him who doesn't like sweets, after taking so many bitter medicines, he cherishes half a piece of sweets and is reluctant to swallow them.

He nodded, and whispered: "Okay." The author has something to say: Wen Ziyi: The double is actually myself!

(Xiaoyu was merged, and Xiao Wen will appear on the stage in the future)