The cultivation competition will not begin until the sun rises high. Participants are all young talents in the cultivation world, future talents who are highly expected from various sects. Pei Yunshu and several of his senior brothers, except Zhu You who has just been accepted as a disciple, will naturally participate in the competition.
When they arrived at Wuzhi Peak, the other brothers were already waiting there, so Master Ling Qing took them to the venue of the competition.
Shanshui Sect has reserved a high peak for the competition. A well-known and powerful person in the world of cultivation sits high up there. With the presence of a senior here, the disciples waiting below dare not move rashly. They stand straight with solemn expressions.
Pei Yunshu and his fellow brothers stood among the disciples of Shanshui Sect. Without Zhu You around them, he could be even more indifferent.
He was dressed in white, cold as ice, and when he stood quietly he looked like a snowy mountain. As soon as the third brother saw him today, he felt something was wrong and couldn't help but ask, "Junior brother, are you in a bad mood?"
He was happy when he saw his junior fellow apprentice was indifferent to the new junior apprentice, but when his junior fellow apprentice treated him coldly, he could no longer be happy.
He was so gentle when he was drunk a few days ago, why is it that today he is like a cold sword out of its sheath
He stared at Pei Yunshu's face, but Pei Yunshu remained motionless, his face was calm, and his voice was cold, "Junior brother, nothing is wrong."
The third brother was startled. He stopped fanning himself unconsciously. He felt something was wrong. He took a step closer to Pei Yunshu and whispered, "Junior Brother Yunshu, if you are unhappy, just tell me. Even if you want to get drunk, I have plenty of wine."
Pei Yunshu finally looked up at him, but before Yun Man could smile, he met his calm black eyes and heard him say, "Third Brother, I have nothing to worry about."
The aura around him was extremely faint, and his tone was also indifferent. The second senior brother frowned, looked him up and down, and suddenly reached out to touch his wrist, "Junior brother, are you feeling unwell? Senior brother, please feel your pulse."
Pei Yunshu dodged to the side, he raised his eyes and glanced at his fellow brothers one by one.
"I'm fine," he said, "it's just that the master took away my love for you a few days ago."
The eldest senior brother, who had been silent all this time, suddenly clenched his hands, his pupils constricted, and he couldn't help but take a step forward, his voice tense, "What did you say—"
Pei Yunshu glanced at his trembling hands, as if his love had really been taken away. He felt neither happy nor sad. He lowered his eyes, and it was so cold that the spring breeze in May turned into the cold winter in February. "Junior brother has lost his love."
The third brother gritted his teeth, and a bloody smell filled his mouth. He couldn't even smile at this moment. His face was stiff. He felt as if a big hole had been torn in his heart. The whistling wind swept through his internal organs from the hole. "Junior brother, don't joke with the brothers."
If the love is taken away, there will be no more seven emotions and six desires. How could the master take away the love of his junior fellow disciple
This joke is really not funny and it makes people feel cold all over.
But after he finished saying this, the third senior brother saw Pei Yunshu's black eyes with no desires and glanced at him indifferently.
The master practices the way of ruthlessness, but even those who practice the way of ruthlessness cannot get rid of their own emotional roots. Why would the master want to get rid of the emotional roots of Fourth Junior Brother!
Yun Man turned around hastily, looking at Yun Cheng with bloodshot eyes, "Second Brother, can you still -"
"You can't move anymore," Yun Cheng said expressionlessly, with his hands behind his back, looking calmly into Pei Yunshu's eyes, his dark pupils heavy as if a rainstorm was about to hit him, "Fourth Junior Brother, do you really have no feelings for me?"
Pei Yunshu was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly.
When his memory was gone, his body helped him remember many things. He was afraid when he saw his senior brother and sad when he saw his master.
He didn't know what he had forgotten, but the words his master had said and the memories he had forgotten must have been extremely painful.
Pei Yunshu felt strange and ridiculous when he begged his senior brother not to break his legs after getting drunk.
What kind of thing would it take for him to become like that
It's not a good thing after all.
The master was afraid that it would affect his Dao heart, but the master once said to him coldly: "Yun Shu, your Dao heart is unstable."
It's funny to say, the master said that about him just because of Junior Brother Yun Wang. Now that Junior Brother has become the Grand Master, the Grand Master is worried that his Taoism heart is really unstable.
What would be more worrying for the master than the cold words from his master that would shake his determination to follow the Tao
The three senior brothers stared at Pei Yunshu. Their expressions were tense, as if the words Pei Yunshu said had become a life and death spell.
And when he nodded, they seemed to fall into the abyss.
My whole body was cold and my breathing was stagnant.
Yun Cheng had his hands behind his back, blood oozing from the palms.
The red eyes in the dream lingered in the dream for many days. That day, my junior brother was still crying with red eyes after getting drunk, but how come after a few days, he no longer had any feelings for him
He pushed away Yun Man who was standing in front of him, ignored Yun Jing who was standing there in a daze, and walked straight up to Pei Yunshu.
The fellow disciples on other peaks beside him also noticed something was wrong and looked over here. Someone even asked loudly, "Brother, is there anything wrong?"
Yuncheng ignored it.
When he walked up to Pei Yunshu, Pei Yunshu glanced at him lightly.
His look was extremely indifferent, as if Yun Cheng and he were just ordinary people in the sect.
It was even worse than the look in his junior fellow student’s eyes when he killed the fox that day.
Yun Cheng lifted the hair by his ear and stroked it along the side of his fair face, smiling, "Junior brother, even if I did this, you wouldn't feel anything in your heart?"
The blood from the palm of his hand flowed down his fingertips, leaving a streak of bright red on Fourth Junior Brother's face.
Pei Yunshu just looked at him but didn't say anything.
The brothers from other peaks were already walking towards here with frowns on their faces, shouting in low voices: "Yun Cheng!"
The look in Yun Cheng's eyes grew darker and darker, as if he did not hear the voices scolding him. He covered himself and Pei Yunshu in a barrier, and in public, as if he had lost his mind, he lifted up his junior brother's chin and lowered his head to approach.
But before his lips touched his fellow apprentice's, he froze in place.
Yun Cheng lowered his head, the Qing Yue sword wrapped in its scabbard, pressed coldly against his chest.
The next moment, fellow disciples worked together to break his barrier. They pulled Yun Cheng away and used green leaves around them to block the inquiring sight of other sects.
Yun Cheng was quietly pulled away, but his dark eyes were fixed on Pei Yunshu, not even slightly away.
But the junior brother's expression did not change at all. He did not even look at Yuncheng. He just took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the blood on the side of his face, and then looked away indifferently.
“Yun Cheng, have you lost your mind?” The eldest disciple under the master’s seat said sternly, “What are you going to do to Yun Shu in the cultivation competition!”
"That's your junior fellow apprentice!"
What are you doing
If he did something that could cause a stir for him, even if he was the junior brother who crushed the wooden sign of the sect and decided to leave the sect that day, it would be much better than the way he is now.
Yun Cheng chuckled slowly. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a flash of white light in the sky, and the ruthless and desireless master in a white robe landed on the high platform.
Yun Cheng stopped laughing, with a gloomy look between his brows, he looked towards his master.
The leaders and elders of various sects on the high platform hurriedly stood up and greeted Venerable Wuwang. Venerable Wuwang nodded slightly. He sat in the middle and looked at the young talents below. He saw Pei Yunshu standing in the crowd.
Pei Yunshu was surrounded by mist and frost. There was no smile on his face, and no joy or anger in his eyes.
Many disciples looked at him eagerly and expectantly, but Pei Yunshu seemed not to notice his arrival and did not even raise his head to look at him.
Venerable Wuwang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes.
After a moment, he couldn't help but look from afar.
Even though the expressions of his fellow brothers changed drastically, Pei Yunshu was not affected by it. He stood quietly where he was, closed his eyes, and let the spiritual energy circulate around his body.
It really became what Venerable Wuwang had imagined.
Venerable Wuwang looked at him for a long time, then suddenly remembered something and turned sideways to look behind Master Ling Qing.
The new disciple was indeed standing behind Master Ling Qing. He had a slender figure and a dull expression on his handsome face, looking straight down.
The scene of Pei Yunshu hooking her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest with a red face, her eyes full of tears, and gently calling out "Junior Brother" emerged in his mind.
Venerable Wuwang’s fingers trembled.
But he couldn't help but think, if Pei Yunshu was hugging him, nestling in his arms, smiling at him with the aroma of wine, calling him, "Junior Brother."
Her face flushed and her brows relaxed.
It is truly the most wonderful thing.