Chen Xu felt that his intelligence was insulted: "Brother?"
Pei Jing was furious and pushed Chen Xu to the back, saying angrily: "Why do you care so much? We are almost at the headmaster's bedroom. Is this a place you can enter? Hurry up and leave."
Chen Xu was still immersed in shock, and he kept looking back, looking at the silver-haired man in black robes in the depths of the cloud corridor. He was shocked by two things. One was that Pei Yuzhi, who was so resentful, would actually recognize someone as his brother. The other was that Pei Yuzhi, who was so disgusted with people, would actually be recognized as his brother.
"No, please let me see your brother."
When Pei Jing heard this, he immediately covered his eyes in anger, forced him to turn around, and said, "What's so good about this? Have you never seen an outsider in your life?"
Chen Xu had his head held down by him, unable to turn around. Pulled by Pei Yuzhi, he blindfolded himself and bumped into a pillar. The flower branches sticking out from the pillars splashed cold water all over him.
"Alright, alright." Chen Xu was startled and pulled Pei Jing's hand away from his eyes: "Just stop looking."
Pei Jing said: "Hurry back to your Wenqing Peak, why are you so idle?"
Chen Xu almost couldn't breathe.
Who is he sitting here in the freezing cold Tianqian Peak so early today for
He was blocked at the door every day and asked about his situation, but he didn't even know where this bastard was having fun.
Chen Xu gnashed his teeth in anger: "You are a real dog!"
Pei Jing couldn't help laughing and patted Chen Xu on the shoulder: "Okay, thank you for your hard work these days. In fact, you are the real leader. When the time comes, I will definitely let Master reward you well."
Chen Xu rolled his eyes. Pei Yuzhi had been treated like a puppy for so long that he had almost taken it for granted. He really should let those who admired him see his true nature.
He sneered: "Think about how to avoid being beaten by the master first." Then he left.
Chen Xu didn't believe what Pei Jing said about Chu Junyu's disappearance. They grew up together day and night, and he knew Pei Yuzhi's character. Even if Pei Yuzhi had prejudices against Chu Junyu, he would not let him get hurt.
As for why he kept it secret, he probably had his own considerations.
After sending Chen Xu away, Pei Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and faced Chu Junyu again, a smile appeared on his face: "I'll take you into the hall first."
Chu Junyu ignored his attempt to change the subject and said slowly, "Shouldn't you call me brother?"
Pei Jing curled his lips and pretended not to hear.
Walking forward, the clouds and mist parted, revealing the suspended pavilions and palaces at the end.
He looked up ahead, as if thinking about something, and said, "This is where I lived when I was a child, Wuya Pavilion. The natural barrier is limitless. I wonder which master gave it this name."
Chu Junyu listened.
From the outside to the inside of Tianqian Peak, there are the Council Hall, Tianqian Hall, and Wuya Pavilion. The Council Hall is the main hall, where outsiders are summoned. Tianqian Hall is where the head of the sect practices and handles affairs. In the center is a mirror table, which can reflect everything in the sect and is also used to communicate with the master.
Wuya Pavilion was his bedroom.
But for Pei Jing, it only exists in his childhood memories.
When he grew up, he traveled a lot. Even in Yunxiao, he spent most of his time in seclusion at Changji Peak. He didn't know how long it had been since he last slept in Wuya Pavilion.
This sky-high pavilion is like a fairy palace, hidden in the mist, dotted with beautiful flowers and plants. When Chu Junyu was led into the hall, every piece of furnishings he saw was familiar. The bed was on the other side, made of agarwood, with a jade pillow and a shark silk curtain, noble and unparalleled. In the center of the hall was a long table, filled with pens, inkstones, paper and inkstones, which were basically used when he was punished to copy the sect rules.
The window was hanging on the ground, with curtains falling to the ground, letting in the light from outside as the cool breeze blew.
Pei Jing tilted his head and saw what he had hung on the wall. It was a few ugly clay figures. When he first came to this world, he could only sleep after reciting the core values of socialism every day. Later, he accepted it and looked forward to the overwhelming power in the fairy world. After drawing the qi into his body, he was bored and imitated Nuwa to create humans. He wanted to pass some spiritual energy to these clay figures to make them alive. But the clay figures didn't come alive, and his master almost thought he had an intellectual problem because he talked to the clay figures all day long.
"What do you think they are?"
Pei Jing pointed at the clay figure on the wall in a mysterious manner and asked in a deliberately deep voice.
Chu Junyu followed his gestures and did not answer. He just said in a very calm tone: "You pinched it really ugly."
Pei Jing continued to shake his head and denied, "I didn't make this. Don't look at its ugly appearance, but it is a mountain guardian left by the Yunxiao generation. It is a magic weapon to drive away evil spirits and ghosts. It is extremely precious. But you have saved me many times. If you like it, I can give it to you." I will give it to you. You're welcome. This thing is so ugly that it can cause nightmares when it is hung here every night. However, the master did not allow him to take it down, saying that he should remember his stupidity when he was a child.
This is the only way to give it away in a tactful way.
If he hadn't come back this time, he would have almost forgotten about this stupid thing.
Chu Junyu smiled, his silver hair flowing like waves, his eyebrows and eyes curved, very beautiful: "So generous."
Pei Jing coughed a little embarrassedly and said, "You should live in Wuya Pavilion now. The spiritual power here is one of the best in the world. It is good for recuperation and cultivation."
Chu Junyu's eyes fell on the table on the ground, and he lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you trust me so much?"
Pei Jing: "This is where I lived when I was a child. There is nothing important here. You can take it if you like." He does not have deep feelings for this place. For those who practice Taoism, the whole world is their home.
Chu Junyu walked over and sat in the sun. His black robe was like a heavy brocade, and his silver hair fell all over him.
There were messy papers on the table, the ink had solidified, and the brushes were placed in a mess.
Pei Jing was thinking about Ji Wuyou, so he said, "You stay here first, I have something to deal with."
We have to go to Shangyang Peak to make arrangements.
Chu Junyu nodded, looked at the young man's departing back, lowered his head and smiled, with an ambiguous expression on the corners of his lips.
After the young man in white left, his fingers touched the secret compartment under the table, and a small box popped out. Inside was a bunch of small things - a thousand paper cranes he had folded when he was bored as a child, and a diary he had written on paper when he first arrived. The handwriting was as twisted as a ghost's scribbles.
But he recognized it.
It's too small and it's hard to hold the pen, so the words look like they were written with my left hand and are crooked.
A ray of light passed through the window, and a faint glow seemed to appear on the paper.
He had lived for too long, and the things in his childhood seemed like a lifetime ago, and he could not empathize with any joy or anger. So when he saw these words, he did not recall the past, but imagined what Pei Yuzhi looked like here.
It should be a scene of a full moon, rising smoke, and a chubby, white child with a sad face, writing at a desk, his clothes and hands covered in ink with every stroke of the pen.
—I got beaten today, rubbish Chen Xu, rubbish bird.
—I got beaten today, rubbish Chen Xu, rubbish bird.
—I got beaten again today, trash Chen—Why does Master always beat me!
—... ... Trash Pei Yuzhi, idiot Zhu Jian.
Chu Junyu turned over the paper, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his dark red eyes were coated with a layer of tenderness in the sunlight.
The immortal chaotic time has wiped out all emotions and desires, leaving only hatred for eternity.
Therefore, his return was never to redeem anyone.
The sect fell and was forever buried in that snowstorm.
When all teachers and friends die, they will forever be old friends in the underworld.
Everything now is not his.
The past self that I saw was not him.
He lived in cold memories, shutting off his emotions, becoming an evil ghost, with only killing in his heart and eyes.
So... ...why allow people to get close
The young man had a lonely and cold temperament, and his fingers looked like white bones.
The diary turned another page. It was the boy's chatter.
—Ji Wuyou is still awesome. This book revolves around him after all. Besides, the little fat guy doesn’t have any major flaws except that he can eat. I can’t do the same thing as the original owner, so it’s impossible to follow the plot completely. I think we can think of ways to save it.
The Tianqian Peak, which has been cold all year round, is now bustling with activity. The cold wind blows the curtains and the young man's silver hair.
He lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes were cold.
Patience is running out.
He also thought it through.
The courage of youth can only be ended with blood.
The last sentence in the diary. He could imagine the boy frowning, biting the pen, thinking for a long time, and then writing it down.
—Maybe I can try to influence him.
Chu Junyu smiled gently, picked up the paper with both hands, and kissed the edge softly.
"Try it, and you'll beg me for it."
The author has something to say: I am at school and I start typing early in the morning...
I don’t know what’s going on.
Maybe at night.