Not long after Han Yu left, Jiang Fu also hurried to the main hall. Tieniu, who was left behind, stood at the gate of the small courtyard and watched his flowing back, motionless for a long time.
There were originally three or four internal affairs disciples who served Jiang Fu, but after getting used to Tieniu's overly appropriate service, Jiang Fu never used others.
And Tieniu willingly stayed in the small courtyard on Fengyue Peak, waiting for him to come every day, and sending him away every day.
The air became silent, and Tie Niu was left alone.
His residence is at the back of the small courtyard, separated from Jiang Fu by a corridor, but not too far away. Moreover, Jiang Fu treats his disciples very well. Even though he is just a low-status internal affairs disciple, the room he lives in is comparable to the residence of a rich family in the world.
He closed the door of the room, went to the bed and picked up the mental method under the pillow.
Every page that has been turned over countless times has been glued carefully, but the tattered and ancient way of thinking can still be seen. The page is dark gray, which is different from the usual mental method, and the characters on it are messy. It took a long time for Tie Niu to recognize it.
No one knows the name and origin of this mental method. Even Li Zhen accidentally knocked down the bookshelf when he went to the library to find it. When he arranged it in a panic, he accidentally mixed it in at the top. Only then did it fall into Tieniu's hands.
Moreover, the style of this heart method is completely different from the method of cultivating the heart. At first glance, it just feels out of place and makes people uncomfortable.
But Tieniu looked very seriously. He sat cross-legged on the bed and continued to practice according to the formula in the second half of the mental method. Gradually, a faint black mist spread from his palm, slowly wrapping his whole body in it .
If any disciples of the Tiangan Sect see this scene at this time, they will be shocked, because this evil breath is obviously the form of demon cultivation that cultivators have been fighting against, and what is even more shocking is that even the entire Fengyue Peak has not noticed this subtle changes.
The sky outside gradually darkened, and after three hours, Tieniu let out a breath slowly, the blood red in the depths of his opened eyes almost occupied the entire eyes, exuding a dazzling and intense bloodthirsty light.
Gradually, the red faded little by little, and returned to the ordinary jet black.
He lowered his head and clenched his fists weakly, as if he was grasping something tightly. After curling up the corners of his lips in satisfaction, he stuffed his thoughts back under the pillow, straightened his clothes and walked out of the room.
This time he only waited for a moment, and he saw Jiang Fu's return from a distance.
"Master, you are back."
With a voice full of joy and undisguised anticipation, Jiang Fu retracted the Wushui sword, and asked Tieniu who was guarding the courtyard gate with some surprise.
"How long have you been waiting outside?"
"soon."
Tieniu answered the truth this time, but Jiang Fu didn't quite believe it.
He was used to seeing disciples who admired him in the cultivation world, but after getting close to Tieniu, he realized that this was another little fan of his.
Once he went out temporarily for something and thought he would come back soon, so he asked Tieniu to wait at the entrance of Fengyue Peak outside. Unexpectedly, it took seven days before he came back. It was still frosty and snowy at that time. However, the iron ox with a low cultivation base has frozen eyebrows and hair, and his face is pale, like a standing still ice sculpture.
And the moment he saw Jiang Fu coming back, the joy that burst out in his eyes was like a fire in the dark night, which could almost burn people.
In fact, Jiang Fu didn't want to keep a person who admired him too much by his side. He also planned to turn Tieniu into an inner disciple and throw him away to practice with Li Zhen.
But after knowing this, Tieniu knelt at his door for half a month without saying a word, and explained with red eyes that he vowed that he just respected him too much, but he would never do anything to make him angry.
Jiang Fu saw his stubborn begging expression at that time, and his heart softened inexplicably, so he agreed to him.
And after that, Tieniu was really well-behaved, he didn't talk much, and he did things very neatly. Jiang Fu gradually got used to him. Four years later, Tieniu is even closer than his inner disciples.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fu's expression softened, and he said.
"go in."
Tie Niu followed him in, packed the clothes according to his instructions, and then asked in a daze.
"Is Master going out again?"
Jiang Fu was wearing the headband with his back to him, and his bony hands tied the ice-blue headband to his black hair, then tightened it slightly, and answered in a careless voice.
"Well, the demon cultivators are getting more and more rampant. As the leader of the Tiangan Sect, I must eradicate them this time."
Because he has always maintained a high-cold external image, Jiang Fu doesn't have many close friends, and Tie Niu, who is almost inseparable, can barely be counted as one.
So he thought about it, and turned around.
"I don't know when I will be back this time, so go and practice with the inner disciples."
Tieniu hugged his clothes, his expression showed a bit of loss, but his low tone was firm.
"The disciple is not going anywhere, just waiting for the master to come back here."
Jiang Fu shook his head with a broken smile, and sighed regretfully.
"It's a pity for your heart to be a disciple of internal affairs. If you practice hard in the past few years, you may be able to break through the foundation building stage."
Tieniu's expression changed, and he rushed over and knelt down in front of him, carefully tugging at the corners of his clothes, with big tears overflowing from his eyes, pitifully like an abandoned puppy, but he didn't dare to touch him. he.
"Master, don't drive the disciple away, the disciple just wants to stay by Master's side, Master, Master..."
Every pleading is so humble, the hidden love can no longer help overflowing, Tieniu's heart is full of fear of being driven away, he desperately wants to stay by Jiang Fu's side.
He wants to be the closest person to Master.
Jiang Fu looked at him with condescending drooping eyes, silent without saying a word, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes lost the gentleness just now, and the indifference revealed was like ice quickly carving the outline into a distant alienation.
The beautiful glazed eyes are like transparent knives, unable to be colored by any color, and always have a sharp and sharp posture that makes people feel painful.
Such a pathetic gesture of insane obsession reminded him of those victims in Interstellar who had been deceived by him. Excessive blind affection would only trouble him.
It's really boring.
He brushed off the corner of his clothes casually, and Tie Niu was suddenly hit hard, and his whole body hit the screen behind him, fell headfirst to the ground, and then spat out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment.
His head was dark and his ears were ringing, but Jiang Fu's cold and indifferent voice came to his ears very clearly.
"You don't come here from tomorrow, I will let them add you to the list of inner disciples."
Becoming an inner sect disciple means maintaining an indifferent master-student relationship with Jiang Fu. Jiang Fu will not personally guide his disciples to practice, and only show up for a long time.
As an outer disciple, he was fortunate enough to receive Jiang Fu's personal guidance once a month. As an internal disciple, he could stand next to Jiang Fu, while as an inner disciple, he could only stand in the bustling crowd, watching with all his might. Jiang Fu, who was surrounded by everyone, did not get any response at all.
He is so small.
Tieniu's heart was chilled, he stretched out his hands in vain to scratch on the ground, and crawled towards Jiang Fu's direction with difficulty, his eyes were terrified and desperate, pitifully like a fallen leaf that had been crushed in the mud.
When he was talking, large swaths of blood gushed out of his throat, and the pain was like thousands of knives in his mouth, but he still begged bitterly, the only light in his eyes was only glued to Jiang Fu's body.
"Master... Master...don't go..."
But the pair of snow-white boots walked past him without hesitation, and then walked further and further outside the door.
The blood and tears on Tie Niu's face were mixed together, staining the clean ground.
He stared at the direction Jiang Fu was leaving in a daze, the blood red in his eyes burst and swallowed every inch of black, like an enchanted beast.
At the same time, the barrier of the whole courtyard suddenly shook violently, as if finally aware of the source of evil hidden in the pure aura, even the objects in the house fell to the ground with unusual movements, smashed to pieces.
Tieniu lay on his stomach and ignored it, muttering "Master" non-stop.
When the broken eaves fell straight towards him during the shaking, a very thick black mist suddenly shot up from him, and aggressively knocked the eaves aside.
Then a human figure gradually emerged from the black mist, floated unsteadily in front of Tie Niu, bent down and spoke to him in a weird and harsh voice.
"Did you see, he is so ruthless."
Tie Niu was in a trance and didn't speak, as if his soul had left with Jiang Fu.
The figure of the black mist clicked his tongue and whispered seductively in his ear.
"Do you want your master to look at you? Do you want him to smile at you? Do you want him to be made to cry by you, and you are the only one in his eyes?"
The absurdity hidden in the bottom of his heart was exposed under the blue sky and broad daylight. Tieniu's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his nails were deeply pinched in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't help answering his words.
"Want... want..."
This is really too rebellious.
He felt ashamed of his transcendent thoughts, but what he couldn't deny was the violent desire to destroy that accompanies the crazy fantasies in his words. Anyone's glazed eyes ruined his whole being.
But before he had time to suppress the seeds that were about to move, the figure of the black mist continued to speak bewitchingly.
"If you want to become stronger, I can help you."
Tie Niu froze suddenly, and squeezed out broken words from his throat in disbelief, urgent and surprised.
"Why help me?"
Why? I'm just an insignificant disciple of the Tiangan Sect with weak spiritual roots, why do you want to help me
The figure of the black mist seemed to laugh, and the gradually clear outline was a strange face that was somewhat similar to Tie Niu, but had a very different temperament.
Tieniu stared at him blankly, and suddenly felt that he looked familiar.
It seems to be a portrait that Jiang Fu once painted.
... the fiancé surnamed Yuan that he had been looking for.
And the moment he saw the face of the Heiwu man, he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, not the secret jealousy that was revealed when he saw the portrait, but the sense of integration with the real face.
As if they were one person.
Tie Niu's mind suddenly felt a huge pain like a needle prick, as if his soul was about to be peeled off and forced into a protruding part. His face was pale from the pain, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.
In a trance, he heard the familiar voice of the Black Mist Man entering his ears.
"Because you are me, and I am you."
To help you is to help myself.
The black mist curled around him until it enveloped his entire body, and then penetrated into every inch of his skin and bones.
The disciples of Fengyue Peak were shocked when they heard the sound and came to the collapsed ruins. At the same time, they also found that Jiang Fu's internal affairs disciple Tieniu was missing, so they hurriedly reported to Jiang Fu.
Jiang Fu had already led the disciples of the Tiangan Sect down the mountain. He didn't express much after receiving the sound transmission talisman, but just let them continue to practice.
The disciples didn't dare to move too much, so they had to return to the practice field. No one paid any attention to the insignificant internal affairs disciple who disappeared.