Only a few months had passed, but the aura of the master had become even more profound.
Pei Yunshu looked at Venerable Wuwang vigilantly. He retreated carefully, and when he found an opportunity, he decisively changed direction and flew away from Venerable Wuwang at the fastest speed in his life.
The master lowered his eyes, his butterfly wings trembled a few times like feather fans, and after a few breaths, he turned into white light and blocked Pei Yunshu in an instant.
"You have already formed a fetus," the master looked at the tree beside Pei Yunshu instead of Pei Yunshu, "Your consciousness is about to break through the spirit separation stage, very good."
Pei Yunshu stopped walking. He simply stopped wasting time. He thought he would be very flustered and uneasy, but he felt calm in his heart. "If the Venerable has not forgotten, I should have left the sect."
"I crushed the disciple's wooden token twice," Pei Yunshu said, "Is the master going to seal my memory this time and bring me back to the sect, pretending nothing happened?"
The master's face turned pale for a moment.
Pei Yunshu found it funny. Venerable Wuwang looked as if what Pei Yunshu said could hurt him.
There was no need to pretend. He looked at the master as if he had really been deprived of love. "What else does the master want to do?"
Pei Yunshu felt extremely disgusted at the fact that someone had sealed his memory and taken away his love without his permission.
In Wuwang's eyes, he was like a puppet that could be played with at will.
Venerable Wuwang said, "I will not hurt you."
Pei Yunshu couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.
Venerable Wuwang looked at the tree quietly. After a moment, he whispered, "You lied to me."
Pei Yunshu looked at him.
"I didn't take away your love," said the Venerable Wuwang, "but I took away Yunwang for you."
How can a person who practices the Way of Mercy destroy the Way in this way
This is a shortcut. Even if one really breaks the Dao, he will not be tolerated by the Heavenly Dao when he transcends the tribulation and ascends to heaven, just like what Venerable Wuwang experienced before, his physical body perished and his soul was seriously injured.
The soul of Venerable Wuwang could no longer withstand the failure of his second ascension.
Pei Yunshu didn't know how the master knew that his love was not taken away, but he was very calm, "You sealed my memory without permission, and you wanted to take away my love without permission. Now, Your Excellency, are you blaming me for not letting you take away my love, so that you did something wrong in vain?"
Venerable Wuwang closed his eyes and said, "That's not what I meant."
Pei Yunshu said: "Since you took Yun Wang away, you must have no feelings for me anymore."
Venerable Wuwang smiled very quickly. That smile was hasty and pale, and he looked extremely embarrassed. After a while, he restrained his smile and turned into a cold and sharp sword. The look in his eyes when he looked at Pei Yunshu was also like he was looking at an extremely ordinary disciple. "I am your great master. How could I have any improper thoughts about you?"
He spoke every word, and it was unclear whether he was speaking to Pei Yunshu or to himself.
Pei Yunshu said: "You swear."
Venerable Wuwang was stunned.
Pei Yunshu raised the Qingyue Sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the sky, and said, "Swear to the Heaven."
The master looked up along the tip of his sword. There was Heaven above, clouds and mist surging, and in an instant, there were countless changes, and the world was transformed.
After a long while, his eyes felt dry, but he still didn't lower his head, "What oath?"
"Swear that you will never be obsessed with me, swear that you will never deprive me of my freedom, swear that you will never approach me." Pei Yunshu's eyes gradually turned red, and every word struck the heart of Master Wuwang like a thunderbolt. "If you break your oath, you will die without a burial place."
Endless grievances surged into his heart at this moment, making his eyes hot and sore. Pei Yunshu gritted his teeth and endured this sudden impulse.
Why did he cry? Because he was bullied? What is the use of a bullied person crying in front of the bully, except for cowardice
When his pair of red eyes looked at Venerable Wuwang, Venerable Wuwang felt a sharp pain in his heart.
It's very strange.
The pain was not very severe, but it was indeed very strange to him after Yun Wang was beaten away.
Could it be that it hasn’t been completely drained yet
The fighting area in front of the execution hall was far away from here, and Zhu You was also far away from Pei Yunshu.
There is no other support, but there are no other enemies either.
Pei Yunshu held the sword flat, with the tip of the sword pointed at his master. The hand holding the hilt moved upwards, and he pursed his pale lips.
"Do you dare to swear?"
Venerable Wuwang looked at him and seemed to want to take a step forward.
"Don't come over here." Pei Yunshu said sternly.
The famous and powerful man of the righteous path stopped in his tracks.
"I still have a part of my memory that you have sealed and has not yet unlocked," Pei Yunshu said, "but it doesn't matter, Zhu You can unlock it for me. You just need to swear."
Venerable Wuwang had no sword in his hand. He was obviously a famous sword practitioner, but Pei Yunshu had rarely seen him use a sword.
Pointing a sword at one's former master was a great act of treason. Pei Yunshu knew that he could not defeat Venerable Wuwang no matter what, and at this moment, his mind was as calm as a bystander.
The sound of his heartbeat gradually faded away, and his excited emotions gradually calmed down like snow water. His mind told him what he should do, and he did so very calmly.
He held the Qingyue sword across his neck. His white neck was reflected by the green sword, which seemed to be able to kill him in an instant.
The Qingyue Sword was obedient, just like an ordinary sword, and he dared not move at all in his hand.
Venerable Wuwang's expression suddenly changed.
Pei Yunshu said: "I can't beat you. Rather than being imprisoned by you, I might as well choose to die."
After an unknown amount of time, when the green sword left a deep mark on his neck, Venerable Wuwang finally spoke. His voice was as light as the wind. His lips were pale and his face was bloodless. "I swear."
Venerable Wuwang was like a seriously injured patient who had not yet recovered, and he was saying his last words before he died.
He stretched out his hand to the heavens and to his inner demons and said what Pei Yunshu had just said.
"If I have any more illusions about you, let my heart be eaten by ants. If I break this oath, let me," Venerable Wuwang's eyebrows jumped, "let me die without a burial place."
Pei Yunshu listened to every word very carefully, and when the oath was established, he suddenly felt a great sense of relief in his heart.
It was as if the ropes that bound him suddenly disappeared and he was free.
His breathing became shallow and long, and Pei Yunshu looked at Venerable Wuwang, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.
Venerable Wuwang's expression remained unchanged. Just as he said, he did not have any improper thoughts about Pei Yunshu.
If I thought about it, I would feel heartbroken and uneasy, and that wouldn't be the expression I had.
So he really doesn't like Pei Yunshu anymore.
Pei Yunshu put down his sword and performed the final disciple salute to Venerable Wuwang. His back was bent into a slender line and his black hair slid down his back.
Venerable Wuwang lowered his eyes and watched him salute, swallowing the blood in his throat expressionlessly.
Pei Yunshu finished his greetings and walked past Venerable Wuwang. Venerable Wuwang stood there straight, and after Pei Yunshu disappeared, he stood alone for a long time before he arched his back in pain and said in a bloody excuse, "That wasn't me."
The Venerable Wuwang that Pei Yunshu remembered in his previous life was not him.
Yun Wang is not him either.
In the long life, apart from cultivation, he was also engaged in swordsmanship. Only after his soul was reincarnated did he know the taste of love.
As soon as he appeared, his sweetheart threw disgust and alienation at him.
Wuwang took these things in a hurry and made many mistakes before he had time to learn how to treat Pei Yunshu.
All the word love brought him was blood and pain.
*
Perhaps it was because of the bond of mutual understanding, or perhaps it was the mysterious effect of the heart, Pei Yunshu could always know where Zhu You was in a daze.
He followed it and before he got close, he heard a dragon roaring towards the sky.
It was earth-shaking and extremely majestic.
Pei Yunshu heard the sound and knew that Zhu You was full of energy, and the big rock that had been pressing on him was also put down. When he saw Zhu You and the leader of Huajin Sect, the two were fighting fiercely, their figures were so fast that they left afterimages. Pei Yunshu could not see their movements clearly with his naked eyes, but his spiritual sense "told" him that Zhu You had the upper hand.
The angry dragon was completely aroused by his desire to monopolize Pei Yunshu. Anyone who had any thoughts about Pei Yunshu would be torn into pieces by him.
The clan leader's body was already filled with the smell of blood.
Pei Yunshu couldn't help, so he sat cross-legged on the side and imitated Baili Ge and shouted loudly: "Zhu You, good job!"
Zhu You became excited and attacked the sect leader even more fiercely.
The leader of Huajin Sect sighed, turned around and glanced at Pei Yunshu in his busy schedule, and said helplessly: "You have seen enough of the excitement."
Before he finished speaking, Zhu You approached him and said in a cold and aggressive voice: "Who allowed you to look at him?"
"I have not only seen him," the clan leader smiled as he looked at another scar on his body, "I have also painted beside his eyes."
Zhu You's breath was hot, his beast eyes were vicious, and his demonic patterns were filled with a tyrannical aura.
Pei Yunshu frowned, "Zhu You, he lied to you."
After regaining his senses, Zhu You became more and more ruthless, with the coldness and anger in his eyes like two completely different things.
Not long after, people from Huajinmen arrived here. Pei Yunshu could not interfere in the fight between Zhu You and the sect leader, and would not let them disturb Zhu You.
He used his powerful spiritual sense to create a circle and drove the people from Huajinmen out of the circle. No matter how angry their expressions were, they could do nothing to Pei Yunshu.
The noise here became louder and louder, and gradually spread to the execution hall.
The head of the Punishment Hall's face turned pale, and he picked up Young Master Qingfeng and his subordinates and was about to rush towards the direction of the clan leader, but he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the next moment, Young Master Qingfeng had disappeared.
He snorted coldly, and without taking time to investigate, he took his men away.
Young Master Qingfeng was supported by Baili Ge and had already fled to a remote corner. Baili Ge placed him against the wall with concern, "Qingfeng, you are not dead yet?"
Master Qingfeng coughed continuously and said in a hoarse voice: "Look, am I dead?"
"He looks pretty energetic," Baili Ge smiled carelessly and sat down beside him. "That's good. It saves Yunshu and I from having to save someone only to find him dead in the end."
"You shouldn't have saved me," Young Master Qingfeng said calmly, "I was the one who sent you to Huajinmen."
Bailigo raised an eyebrow.
Master Qingfeng pursed his lips, took out a few pills with shaking hands and swallowed them, "Where's Pei Yunshu?"
*
These demon cultivators from Huajin Sect ran so fast that Yun Jing and Yun Cheng quickly realized that something was wrong.
They looked at each other and followed the group of demon cultivators. After a moment, they saw a circle of people blocked outside a spiritual sense.
Yun Cheng looked at the two people fighting in the air, and his heart suddenly started beating violently as if he sensed something.
The rapier behind him opened a path for him. All the demon cultivators who were unwilling to give way or cursed died under his sword. The corpses moved from the back to the front, leaving a bloody path all the way to the edge of his spiritual consciousness.
Yun Cheng's heart beat faster and faster, his black eyes were fixed forward, and there seemed to be flames in his eyes.
The eldest senior brother followed behind him. He seemed to have anticipated something, and his steps were still steady, but he still couldn't help but look forward.
Sitting cross-legged behind the spiritual consciousness was Pei Yunshu holding the Qingyue Sword.
His expression was indifferent, but his spiritual sense was extremely domineering, giving no one the chance to come forward to rescue him. The demon cultivators of Huajin Sect were blocked here by him, and at the same time, the cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage were helpless against him.
No one could surpass him.
The moment he saw him, Yun Cheng stopped abruptly. He and his senior brother kept their eyes on Pei Yunshu, like fish that had not touched water for a long time, so thirsty that they were afraid they were dreaming.
"It's been a long time since we last met, but Junior Brother doesn't seem to have changed," Yun Cheng tilted his head slightly, looking at Pei Yunshu, and said to his senior brother, "It turns out that Junior Brother also has such a domineering side."
"The deterrence of the divine consciousness is stronger than you and me," the eldest brother's expression eased, "Junior brother is very powerful."
The two of them were too conspicuous, so Pei Yunshu naturally saw them. When his eyes swept over the eldest senior brother and Yun Cheng, they both held their breath unconsciously, smiling slightly and waiting for the fourth junior brother's reaction.
But Pei Yunshu seemed not to recognize them. He glanced calmly at his two senior brothers, as if they were no different from the surrounding Huajinmen demons.
The breathing of the eldest senior brother and Yun Cheng suddenly became heavier.
"What does this mean?" the eldest brother asked, "Junior brother didn't see us?"
Yun Cheng remained silent, with a dark look in his eyes.
Pei Yunshu certainly saw them, but he had already left the sect and had spoken those words to Wuwang, the great master of Shanshui Sect. What Wuwang agreed to was his tacit consent to his departure.
Then don't force yourself.
Although some memories have not been restored, the body will not lie.
Rejection, fear, terror, disgust.
Because we treat them as family members, we are more sensitive.
If you don't want to weigh these things down on your mind, just treat them as strangers.
But the eldest senior brother and Yun Cheng did not want to become strangers to him. They walked forward, and the demon cultivators, intimidated by their strength, kept retreating, allowing them to stand in front of Pei Yunshu intact.
A layer of transparent spiritual consciousness could not block their gazes towards Pei Yunshu.
"Junior brother," Yun Cheng spoke slowly. He lowered his head and looked at Pei Yunshu. He stretched out his hand to smooth his hair, but stopped halfway before touching his spiritual sense. "Junior brother, Master and the brothers are very worried about you."
Pei Yunshu finally raised his eyes to look at them, but Yun Cheng's smile had not yet deepened when he heard Pei Yunshu say, "Step back three feet."
Baili Ge, who was hiding in a tall tree, kept clicking his tongue, "Yun Shu was as soft as cotton when dealing with us, but when dealing with these people, it was so cold that it was uncomfortable to watch."
Young Master Qingfeng was repairing the hidden injuries in his body and was not surprised at this.
As early as when Pei Yunshu wanted to avoid him and ignored him, he knew how hard Pei Yunshu's heart could be.
A person who exudes a sweet scent when drunk, when he really rejects someone, it is impossible to make him soften his attitude.
Yun Cheng's lips were stiff, "Junior brother, don't joke with me."
His eyes turned cold and he no longer smiled as warmly as spring breeze.
Pei Yunshu frowned and stood up. Senior Brother Tong Yuncheng thought he was going to say something, but unexpectedly, Pei Yunshu grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and plunged the Qingyue Sword heavily into the mud.
The hilt of the sword was dark, making Pei Yunshu's hands look as white as jade. However, it was these hands that held the Qingyue Sword and pressed down. There was a loud dull rumbling sound, and a circle of land that was excluded by the divine sense instantly sank. The cracks in the ground spread outward like spider silk, and dust filled the sky. The faces of those who were close to them suddenly changed, and they jumped back to get out of this increasingly dangerous place.
The ground cracked and sunk more than three feet deep.
Surrounding the spiritual consciousness, a bottomless abyss formed a circle that no one was allowed to approach. Pei Yunshu's robe rustled in the wind, and his black hair flew ferociously behind him.
"Three feet," Pei Yunshu said, "No one is allowed to step over this place."