Junior Disciple C

Chapter 130

All the heads are busy, it is a day.

The farce of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea was not over until the sun was setting and the moon was rising.

The exhausted masters all returned to their sects, preparing to rest for a night, and discuss formally how to deal with Jianmu tomorrow.

Practitioners are not very particular about living and transportation. Most people just find an open space and meditate on the spot to adjust their breathing. Those who are a little more particular will set up a simple tent.

Ji Chengyue belongs to the latter group, he is not that fussy, but after all he is a bit tired of dealing with so many people, so he set up a tent, thinking that there is a layer of cover to isolate some harassment.

The night was not peaceful, monks from all over the world gathered in the East China Sea, so there were so many people, so it was impossible for them to be peaceful no matter what.

Everyone gathered together in twos and threes, chatting with their friends, most of whom couldn't escape the word "Jianmu".The island, or the sea next to the island, is even busier than a normal night market.

The sky is not very good tonight, there are few stars, but there are many fire lights on the sea. The brilliance of the lights and the stars in the sky are mixed together, and they are reflected on the sea surface together, creating an illusion of a sky full of stars.

But the tent where Ji Chengyue stayed was a little deserted. He was worried that someone would come to the tent to continue to harass him, but until the moon was in the sky, no one came.

Ji Chengyue thought about it for a while, and he figured it out. It seems that the day's affairs really made these heads and Patriarchs so tired that they didn't even have time to bother him.

He was also happy to be leisurely, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath in the camp alone.

It was almost midnight, and it was the sixth day since he set off for the East China Sea.

It was also the fifth day since Cao Zirui and Feng Ye bid farewell.

Cao Zirui was facing the moonlight, flying across the empty and boundless sea.

The sect's big ship carries so many people, the capacity is the most important, and the flying speed is actually not as fast as Yujian's flying.

Moreover, from Longqiu to High Heaven Sword Sect, and from High Heaven Sword Sect to East China Sea, the three are almost in a straight line, so although Cao Zirui was delayed in High Heaven Sword Sect for a while, it didn't waste much time.

He is already very close to his destination, and he will definitely arrive before dawn.

After all, the internal injury has not healed, even though he took pills to supplement his spiritual power all the way, there was still a slight pain in the over-consumed dantian.

But he didn't stop, and he didn't know why he was so eager.

Practitioners lead the aura of heaven and earth into their bodies and use it for their own use, but at the same time, they have some inexplicable connections with heaven and earth.

Sometimes, they have an inexplicable and mysterious intuition that they can foresee the impending disaster, and Cao Zirui feels a sense of uneasiness at this moment for no reason.

He always felt that if he didn't reach the East China Sea before sunrise, everything would be too late.So even though his dantian was throbbing with pain, he didn't dare to stop.

He was flying at a low altitude over the sea, and the strong wind brought by the flight stirred up waves.

At the third quarter of Yin time, the night is no longer as dense as it was at midnight. In less than half an hour, this extreme eastern land, the place closest to the newborn sun, will welcome the first ray of sunlight today.

This is also the time when everyone is sleeping the most. The lights near the island are gradually dimming, and the voice of conversation is almost gone. The night dew is deep and the cold voice is lonely.

At such a moment, Ji Chengyue, who was meditating and adjusting his breath, was awakened by a sudden movement.

Someone approached his tent.

Ji Chengyue opened his eyes, looked at the curtain of the tent, and guessed in his heart who it would be.

The person who came opened the door curtain, he was dressed in black with a hood, and the tent was not lit, Ji Chengyue didn't see who he was for a while.

The visitor didn't take the initiative to say hello and reported his family name. After entering the camp, he stood motionless and looked at Ji Chengyue.

Ji Chengyue could only vaguely see the tall and straight figure of this man, he was a little confused, he thought it was the head of the family or the head of the family, but looking at this figure, it didn't seem like any one he saw during the day .

Ji Chengyue thought for a while, then suddenly flicked his fingers, and a burst of spiritual energy shot towards the candlestick placed on the table in the center of the tent.

The candle wick was ignited by spiritual power, and a finger-high flame sprang up.

The flames swayed in the tent, illuminating a large area and also illuminating the man's face.

Ji Chengyue's eyes widened, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak a word.

He has gone through all kinds of storms and waves in the past hundred years. At the most critical moment of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, when he faced the encirclement and accusations of other factions, he was never as shocked as he was at this moment. His brain completely lost the ability to think.

His mind was blank, and he stared blankly at the face behind the candlelight, that face that was so familiar that it was almost engraved in his mind.

This face was still as handsome as before, but it was only the right half of the face, and the left half of the face was ugly and terrifying, like some kind of ghost, and it was even a bit scary to look at under the dim candlelight.

But Ji Chengyue didn't have any fear at all. Among the various emotions that surged up in his heart, there were nostalgia, disbelief, surprise, but no fear.

Ling Yun is as close as a brother to him, so no matter what happens to Ling Yun, he will not be afraid.

"Brother..." Ji Chengyue murmured.

There was a hint of uncertainty and panic in his voice, and he suspected that this was just a dream in his long night.

It was not the first time he had such a dream. For a hundred years, those longings that were borne in front of others could only be expressed through dreams.

But dreams in the past have never been so real, and they have never been so bizarre.How did Ling Yun in his dream become like this?

"Junior brother, long time no see." Ling Yun said to Ji Chengyue, his tone was a bit cold.

But Ji Chengyue didn't notice this strangeness, he finally realized that this was not a dream, he was overwhelmed by ecstasy, and his heart was filled with the words "his senior brother is not dead".

"Senior brother!" Ji Chengyue called again excitedly, he strode directly to Ling Yun, and stood still less than half a step away from Ling Yun.

Then he wanted to reach out and give Ling Yun a hug, just like they did in the past, every time the brothers and sisters were separated for a period of time because of experience or other things, they would give each other a big hug when they saw each other.

Men are not very good at expressing feelings in a delicate way, and a hug after a long absence is the best greeting to a brother.

But Ji Chengyue stretched out his hand halfway, and he hesitated.

In the past hundred years, he has indeed changed a lot.He has become the leader of a sect, there is no one of his generation in the sect, and the few friends outside the sect will not hug Ling Yun as cordially as he does.

Hugging this action is the same as Ling Yun who hasn't seen it in a hundred years, and he hasn't done it in a hundred years.Doing it suddenly now, it is inevitable that it will be a little rusty.

But after a brief hesitation, he still hugged her unswervingly.

He hugged Ling Yun's back vigorously, Ling Yun obviously didn't expect Ji Chengyue's movement, his face was a little startled, his always indifferent expression was melted by this movement, his dark eyes flickered under the candlelight.

After embracing, Ji Chengyue let go of Ling Yun, he finally had the time to ask that question: "Brother, are you still alive?"

"Why haven't you returned to the sect for a hundred years?"

Before Ling Yun answered, Ji Chengyue's second question came.

Ling Yun glanced at Ji Chengyue, and only gave a very perfunctory answer: "It's just a fluke that he didn't die."

He only answered the first question, and didn't answer the second, but Ji Chengyue didn't care. Although he was curious, compared with the fact that Ling Yun was still alive, the fact that Ling Yun had never returned for a hundred years was not important .

His senior brother has always had his own ideas. If he doesn't come back, he naturally has his own considerations.

Even though we haven't seen each other for a hundred years, Ji Chengyue still trusts Ling Yun wholeheartedly.

"Brother, sit here!" Ji Chengyue didn't remember to ask Ling Yun to sit down until now.

The camp tent was shabby, and it was not a place to entertain guests. He couldn't even get out a cup of tea, but he and Ling Yun didn't pay much attention to these etiquettes, and the two sat down cross-legged on both sides of the table.

When Ling Yun sat down, he took up some of the robes around his wrists, and Ji Chengyue saw that there were also ugly scars on his wrists, like burns.

"Brother, your face is..." After sitting down, Ji Chengyue couldn't help asking.

Ling Yun raised his left hand and lightly touched his left cheek with his fingers. He asked without answering, "Is it scary?"

Ji Chengyue was startled, but he immediately shook his head: "Appearance is nothing more than appearance, so what about beauty and ugliness, who is not a skeleton after death? Senior brother is as handsome and handsome as he was a hundred years ago in my heart."

Not only did he feel that it was not scary, but he even comforted Ling Yun in a different way.He guessed that the scar was probably caused by Tianhuo, he didn't mind Ling Yun's appearance, and hoped that Ling Yun didn't mind.

Ling Yun took a fixed look at Ji Chengyue, but he didn't speak for a while.

After a long while, he raised the corners of his lips a little stiffly, and said with a slightly sighing tone: "Junior brother, you really haven't changed at all."

Still so naive.

"Brother, isn't that the same?" Ji Chengyue said with a sentimental smile.

The smile on the corners of Ling Yun's lips deepened, he tapped the table with his fingers, and asked, "These people gathered here for Jianmu?"

The questions Ji Chengyue asked were all about Ling Yun, but Ling Yun didn't ask Ji Chengyue, he didn't seem to care about how Ji Chengyue has been in the past hundred years, instead he asked this question first.

Ji Chengyue still didn't care, he nodded, and told Ling Yun about the current situation of Ling Xiao Jianzong.

Speaking of those masters who forced him to hand over Jianmu, and put a layer of protection on each of them, Ji Chengyue couldn't help but smile, and told Ling Yun the truth about Jianmu: "They didn't realize that Jianmu The wood is fake, everyone has gathered enough energy to impose restrictions on them."

But Ling Yun was not surprised. When Ji Chengyue told the truth about the fake Jianmu, he said lightly: "I know."

Why did Ling Yun know?Didn't he just get here?

Ji Chengyue was suspicious, but after thinking about it for a while, Ji Chengyue thought of a reason for Ling Yun. After all, Ling Yun's heart was split by Jian Mu, so it made sense for him to perceive the truth of Jian Mu.

Ji Chengyue continued to talk, and he also told Ling Yun about his apprentice Xue Ren rebelling not long ago, dragons and snakes fighting, Yinglong appearing in the world, and handing Jianmu to him.

Ling Yun's expression is still very cold, it seems that he has known about this for a long time.

This is not surprising, since his senior brother is still alive, he must be hiding somewhere in the world, and it is impossible to be completely isolated from the outside world, and the news of Ying Long's reincarnation is spreading in the cultivation world, and it is normal for him to hear the news.

After Ji Chengyue finished talking, he couldn't help asking Ling Yun like before: "Brother, what should we do now?"

Among the two of them, Ling Yun is usually the one who makes decisions, not him.Because Ling Yun is a senior brother and also the head of the sect, and his swordsmanship is far superior to him, he has long been used to obeying Ling Yun's decisions.

"Then what exactly is Yinglong thinking? Why did he cut off Jianmu with his own hands a hundred years ago, but handed it over to me a few days ago?" answer, but he asked it anyway.

"Ying Long..." Ling Yun repeated the name in a soft voice, with some inexplicable teasing in his tone: "You get along with him day and night, just ask him yourself and you'll know?"

Ji Chengyue was startled, what did Ling Yun mean by this?

Ling Yun shook his head, the disgusted expression on his face was exactly the same as when he disliked Ji Chengyue's slowness in swordsmanship a hundred years ago: "Junior brother, Ying Long has been sneaking into the sect for more than a month with his identity as a mortal, and you didn't realize it at all."

Ji Chengyue was even more astonished. He first thought of Fang Yang, after all, he was the one who used the command to call God at that time.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that Fang Yang's character was not quite like the legendary Ying Long, and he thought of another person, that junior disciple with inexplicably superb swordsmanship but appallingly low cultivation.

He wanted to ask Ling Yun to confirm his guess, but Ling Yun didn't answer directly, he just smiled inscrutablely and said: "You will know soon."

"As for what to do now." Ling Yun turned to answer Ji Chengyue's last question: "Junior brother, you should start your journey back now."

"Go back?" Ji Chengyue repeated in astonishment. Although Ling Yun had returned, Ling Xiao Sword Sect should be in charge of Ling Yun, and Ling Yun should naturally decide on the matter of building wood.

But in the eyes of most people, Ling Yun was already dead, and when he suddenly appeared, he had to explain to everyone how he could just leave.

Ling Yun's attitude was very tough: "Time is running out, Junior Brother."

What time?Ji Chengyue didn't know why, but because of his trust in Ling Yun, he was still going to leave first according to Ling Yun's order.

However, before leaving, he asked Ling Yun: "Senior brother, what are your plans? Those leaders..."

These heads are not easy to get along with, they appear to be sanctimonious, and speak loudly of justice and axiom.But when they blamed Ling Yun a hundred years ago, when they saw Ling Yun again, they might not think of apologizing for their words and deeds, but would not admit their mistakes and continue to blame Ling Yun.

Ji Chengyue looked worried, he knew that his senior brother was being unfairly treated, but he was powerless to stop it.

Today's Ling Xiao Sword Sect is no longer as powerful as it used to be. It is no longer the world's number one sect that surpasses the peak. Even if Ling Yun comes back, he has only one person's strength and cannot compete with the world.In front of others, Ling Yun had to swallow his anger.

Ling Yun could see the worry in Ji Chengyue's eyes, and knew what Ji Chengyue said, but he didn't care at all. He wrote lightly: "Those heads, don't worry about them, they are just grasshoppers after autumn."

Ling Yun's explanation made Ji Chengyue more and more confused. The grasshopper after autumn means that it will not be able to jump for a few days.

Most of the group of masters are masters in the Nascent Soul stage, and they still have a long lifespan. Why does Ling Yun sound like they won't live long?

Ji Chengyue finally noticed something was wrong, he tentatively asked his guess: "You want to kill them?"

In fact, he regretted it when he asked this question, thinking that he was thinking too much, how could his senior brother do such a crazy thing.

He was about to bring this up as a joke, but Ling Yun nodded affirmatively: "That's right."

Ji Chengyue was shocked again.

Just like when he met Ling Yun just now, he looked up and down the man sitting in front of him.

The face was still the same, although half of the face was destroyed, Ji Chengyue still felt that this was his senior brother.

It wasn't until now that he realized that things were different, and the so-called old friends were still the same, it was just his illusion.