The master was standing on the edge of the cliff with his eyes closed, as if he would rather fall off the cliff than look at Pei Yunshu.
His face was as rosy as a peach, but he was as cold as an ancient Buddha with a green lamp. This man from heaven showed this expression to Pei Yunshu, chanting the Heart Purification Mantra. Pei Yunshu found it extremely absurd.
Pei Yunshu's gaze shifted from his master to the cliff behind him.
A thousand-foot cliff is nothing to a cultivator, let alone a master in the Spirit Severing Stage.
"Master," he lowered his eyes, his eyes casting a shadow on his lower eyelids, "I want to know what that tower is."
Venerable Wuwang was still chanting the Heart Purification Mantra.
His voice was as cold as ice and his expression was as white as snow. It seemed that even Pei Yunshu's voice was blocked out by the Heart Purification Mantra.
Pei Yunshu left after all.
After he left, Venerable Wuwang dared to open his eyes. He looked at the place where Pei Yunshu had just stood. After taking one look, he did not dare to look a second time.
*
Pei Yunshu flew to the library on his sword.
Shanshui Sect's library has a large number of books, including various mental and Taoist methods. The higher the building, the more precious the books are, and the harder it is to get in. But this time Pei Yunshu went to the miscellaneous books section, which was much simpler.
He searched for detailed descriptions of the magic weapon in miscellaneous books one by one. He flipped through countless books until the sun set. Finally, he found the detailed description of the black and gold tower in the book.
It turned out to be a tower to suppress demons.
Pei Yunshu's fingers slid across these three words and stared at them. He felt his eyes become sore, as if he had read too many books.
A fellow disciple walked by, and Pei Yunshu closed the book and left the library. The sky outside was already full of clouds, and he stared blankly for a long time until he was awakened by an elder beside him, then he came to his senses and flew towards Santian Peak.
That's really strange.
Pei Yunshu placed his hand on his dantian.
What was the relationship between that tower and him? Why was his natal sword so anxious, and why was the white inner elixir so impatient
Although he didn't know where the white inner elixir came from, after inspecting it, he found that it was beneficial and had no disadvantages. Also, if there was any malicious intention, he would have destroyed his golden elixir long ago, so how could he heal his injuries
Many things, no matter whether they are things, are like a broken chain in memory, always missing a piece here and a piece there.
Second Senior Brother was coming to check his pulse that day. Was he sick? How come he didn't remember being sick before
He thought slowly as he flew all the way to Santian Peak. When he returned to his room, he lit the lamp and continued reading the book.
But after reading it over and over again, the book only said that this tower was a demon-suppressing tower, but there was no mention of how to use it or how to solve it.
Pei Yunshu closed the book, walked out of the room and looked at the distant mountain top.
He wanted to see the tower again.
What should I do to see that tower again
*
The next morning, Pei Yunshu stood in front of his master's door facing the cold dew.
His hair was all covered with dew, and his long eyelashes were also wet with dew. The sky turned bright again from darkness, but no one came out of the room.
Pei Yunshu waited quietly, but until the sun was already high in the sky, no one came out of the room.
He stepped forward and called softly, "Master."
No one in the room responded. Pei Yunshu pushed open the door. There was no one in the room, and the Demon-Suppressing Tower was not on the table.
*
For three consecutive days, Pei Yunshu did not see his master on the top of the mountain.
If the master didn't want to see him, he could just set up a barrier. But how could Pei Yunshu, a mere golden elixir, really break into his barrier
But there was clearly no barrier, and Venerable Wuwang seemed not to be at Santian Peak. There was not even a child at his place. Pei Yunshu waited from one night to the next, but never saw him.
When he returned empty-handed again, Pei Yunshu caught a colorful snake on the way down the mountain.
The snake was really fancy-looking, only as long as a table. It was trapped in a water ball and returned to its residence with Pei Yunshu.
After sitting down in the courtyard, Pei Yunshu stared at the flower snake with an indistinct expression in his eyes. He drank cup after cup of herbal tea before calling the child out, "Do you know if this snake is poisonous?"
The little boy looked at the snake carefully and said, "Brother, this snake is poisonous."
Pei Yunshu said: "What poison?"
The child was too shy to speak, and after a long while he stammered, "Love poison."
Pei Yunshu was silent for a while, then let the child go.
He kept his eyes on the colorful snake until the sky darkened. Then he closed his eyes, walked into the water ball, and inserted his fingertips into the water ball with shaking hands.
The flower snake pounced on him impatiently, and the pain spread from his fingertips to his heart.
Pei Yunshu's eyelashes trembled, but the expression on his face became colder.
*
Venerable Wuwang finished his meditation. He opened his eyes and looked at the empty room. After being distracted for a moment, he wanted to close his eyes and continue meditating.
But he could never calm down. Finally, he sighed and waved a water mirror, wanting to see if Pei Yunshu was still waiting outside his door.
He clearly knew that it was his own Dao heart that was shaken by looking at the water mirror, but he couldn't help it. The night was so cold, not to mention that on the top of the Three Days Peak, Pei Yunshu was so stubborn. If something happened, he couldn't... couldn't explain it to Ling Qing.
But when the water mirror appeared, Venerable Wuwang's breathing stopped.
Pei Yunshu lay on the bed, the light gauze on her bed swaying, and the quilt was wrinkled.
His face was flushed, his eyes were watery, his black hair was scattered all over the bed, the blanket was white, but not as bright as the red in his eyes. He rubbed the bed with a painful expression, and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of an unbearably gorgeous light.
Will you come
Pei Yunshu closed his eyes, his expression becoming more and more painful. He bit his lips tightly, his lips were swollen, and he held back the muffled groan that wanted to come out.
His breathing became heavier, his skin became hotter, but his mind became clearer.
Finally, there was a loud bang, and the door was pushed open fiercely. Someone picked up Pei Yunshu and flew out with him.
The biting cold wind blew away the heat on his skin, and the trees in the bushes made way for Venerable Wuwang. Pei Yunshu tried his best to open his eyes and saw Venerable Wuwang's face as cold as ice.
But the hand that was holding him was clearly shaking to the point that it could not be ignored.
Pei Yunshu closed his eyes.
The cold pond was right in front of him, shimmering in the moonlight. When Venerable Wuwang saw the light of the water, his violently trembling heart finally relaxed. Without stopping, he fell into the water holding Pei Yunshu.
After entering the water, he pushed Pei Yunshu away, cast a spell on him to ensure that he would not sink into the water, and then recited the Heart Purification Mantra almost eagerly.
The cold pond was extremely cold, with ice still forming in the water. The icy water surrounded his body, but the more Venerable Wuwang chanted the Heart Purification Mantra, the more he felt like he was being roasted on fire. His sea of consciousness was churning, and the hand that had just hugged Pei Yunshu seemed to still retain the heat from his body.
The more you don't want to think about it, the more you can't forget it.
The hands in his sleeves were shaking more and more violently, and the Heart Purification Mantra he was chanting was so fast that he could hardly read it clearly.
The pain feels like scraping bones or cutting with a knife.
As he took one Heart-Clearing Pill after another, the calmness he had finally built up was completely shattered by Pei Yunshu's muffled groan.
Pei Yunshu's black hair rippled with the water in the pool. The water on his face slid from his forehead to his chin, and then fell into the pool drop by drop.
The lips bled, and the blood dyed the lips red.
The light in his eyes was more dazzling than the waves, his clothes were disheveled, and his neck was long.
Venerable Wuwang's palms were bleeding from being pinched.
"Master," but Pei Yunshu did not let him go. His expression was painful, but he called out to Venerable Wuwang, "I feel so bad."
Words as light as the wind are as heavy as a landslide.
Venerable Wuwang's mind was blank. He swam towards Pei Yunshu and grasped Pei Yunshu's wrist with trembling fingertips.
The sound of water drips, and every sound contains beauty and depth.
It was so hot that a fire rushed straight to my internal organs and the pain was as severe as death.
The water waves began to surge violently, pushing the two people ashore one after another.
Pei Yunshu's back was against the shore, with water plants stuck to his clothes and hair. He lowered his eyes and looked at the master in front of him, seeing the expression of extreme pain and imminent collapse on his master's face.
He felt so cold in his heart that even Pei Yunshu was surprised.
The expression of the lofty master was truly pitiful, but Pei Yunshu's heart was not moved at all. He was so cold and indifferent, as if he had no heart.
I just want that tower.
The master only touched Pei Yunshu's hand, and then his heart was shattered, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart, and he was in excruciating pain.
He wanted to step away, but Pei Yunshu grabbed his hand instead.
This hand was soft and white, yet it was like the sin of the abyss. Veins bulged on Venerable Wuwang's forehead. He wanted to shake off Pei Yunshu's hand, but Pei Yunshu hooked his hands around his neck.
With a loud "boom", the mountain collapsed.
The master's lips kept trembling, his face was pale and covered with cold sweat, and he looked up at Pei Yunshu.
There was water on Pei Yunshu's face, his cheeks were red, and his black hair was stuck to his neck. He looked like a ghost in evil water, or a monster in the abyss.
He dragged Wuwang down into the abyss, completely destroying his Taoist faith.
The master stretched out his hand and slowly touched Pei Yunshu's face. Ripples appeared on the water and he approached Pei Yunshu against the cold water.
The Tao is ruthless. He cultivated the ruthless Tao that is ruthless and desireless. He was only one step away from attaining the Tao, but he insisted on entering into emotions to prove the Tao.
He thought that even if he was reincarnated, he would never be able to fall in love, but who knew he would become so paranoid.
Now he has both love and desire. The Tao is ruthless and is a thousand feet away from him.
Maybe it was the obsession that kept him forbearing, or maybe it was the night was too dark and the other party was too bewitching.
If he had desire, and if Pei Yunshu was willing, then he wanted to let go of the pain.
If they become Taoist companions, he is willing to accompany him to travel around the world, and wait for his body to perish after thousands of years, and then separate from his seven emotions and six desires.
A crack appeared in a cold heart, and the hot feeling overflowed from the crack.
Just as the master was about to put his arm around Pei Yunshu's waist, Pei Yunshu whispered in his ear, "Master."
His voice was as beautiful as the sound of running water in the snowy mountains, so clean that it was heart-warming.
"Master, can you tell me what is locked in that tower?"
"Can you give that tower to your disciple?"
The hot breath sprayed on my nose, but the words were like a ruthless demon.
Venerable Wuwang felt cold all over and his heart sank into a icy pond.
The Dao heart that had just cracked completely fell into the abyss.