lcionline Chapter 206 Tangled
Chapter 206 Tangled
After asking this back and forth, the Great Elder could vaguely see Duan Jiashu's negative and lazy attitude. He felt that Duan Jiashu was just a small disciple, but he really didn't know how to live or die. He even wanted to perfunctorily deal with him. He snorted coldly and warned him.
"You'd better keep your mind on the important matters. Otherwise, if you delay it, even if we don't punish you, you will be discovered or kicked out of the core of the Discipline Hall. Your life is at stake. You must distinguish clearly between the important and the unimportant. Don't get confused at the critical moment..."
What kind of thing is this? He didn't know that he was just a chess piece used for testing. He really took himself seriously. He said a few words in a nice way and then he became arrogant. If he hadn't really made some achievements for the other party, he wouldn't even contact him. The elder was very disdainful.
Although Duan Jiashu was not an inner sect disciple or a direct disciple, and the Xuanyin Sect did not need to use any poisonous insects or secret techniques to ensure the disciple's loyalty, the cultivation method of the Xuanyin Sect's disciples was specially designed. Their cultivation was closely tied to the Xuanyin Sect, and if they betrayed the Sect, their cultivation would be wasted.
The words of the Great Elder were both a threat and a reminder. After all, a demon cultivator would not make any progress in practicing the immortal cultivator's techniques. Over time, Duan Jiashu would either be discovered and suspected, or kicked out of the inner sect.
"Even if you ask the Immortal Sect what blessings you have enjoyed, don't hold on to them. From the moment you came in, you are no longer fellow travelers. There is no chance. Instead of thinking about those things, you'd better do the instructions given to you in a down-to-earth manner."
The Great Elder naturally saw that the other party's mind seemed to no longer be on this aspect, and reminded him coldly. Duan Jiashu only felt a chill all over his body, and said nothing. Indeed, judging from the current situation, the people on both sides were almost determined to kill each other, and they were mortal enemies. If he was really exposed, he would definitely not have a good ending.
He was a little terrified when he thought of this outcome, but he was not afraid of being found dead and having no place to bury his body, but he was reluctant to leave the warmth he felt in the Discipline Hall...
Duan Jiashu was a little annoyed, but he still had to force a smile and agree with the other party, waiting for the other party to say some meaningless nonsense - he didn't receive many effective tasks, but was instilled with a lot of negative emotions, and felt exhausted both physically and mentally.
After hanging up the water goggles, he sat down along the wall, buried his head in his arms, and sat there directly in the wind and snow, with a pair of eyes exposed, staring at the snow in a daze.
Even though the wind and snow did not affect a cultivator with a certain level of cultivation, he still wanted to sit here and wake up. What should he wake up for? He did not know.
He just felt his mind was in a mess. He thought about the time when he was still in Xuanyin Sect, when he was bullied and even insulted by those people, crawling under their crotches on his knees, being groped by some bastards regardless of gender, and dared not speak out. He was used to being pointed at and criticized by his fellow disciples who had higher qualifications or cultivation than him...
Then I thought about the time when I was doing homework with everyone in the Discipline Hall, and the time when I was gossiping and complaining in the Jade Mirror, and the joy when I was doing tasks with everyone, and eating with friends arm in arm...
He originally determined to be a villain because he had experienced a lot, having struggled in the Xuanyin Sect - he felt that being a thorough bad guy was easier and more enjoyable than being any other person.
But now he was confused again, feeling that the idea he had always insisted on was wrong.
But why is it different? Why?
Duan Jiashu was not sure, but if he were asked to choose, he would choose the Discipline Hall without hesitation. He also thought about whether he should keep silent and not contact the Xuanyin Sect, as if he was a disciple of the Discipline Hall.
But the words of the Great Elder today made him a little frightened - yes, he wanted to stay, but he had not thought about the cultivation world, the Immortal Sect, or even the Discipline Hall... Would they let him stay? He thought not.
Precisely because he felt he couldn't do it, he felt panic, confused, and even scared.
Why is it that what he covets never belongs to him?
Duan Jiashu felt his eyes getting moist.
Snow fluttered and fell freely like dancing jade butterflies, but Duan Jiashu did not avoid them, allowing the white snowflakes to fall softly on his shoulders and hair. In a moment, a thin layer of snow accumulated. The snow moistened his sleeves, and the coolness penetrated into his skin and spread to his shoulders and neck, but it could not wipe away the boredom in his heart.
A shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He was startled and looked up slowly. He saw Wu Feipeng standing in front of him. The curly snow-white hair in the sky had stained the hair on his forehead, making it a little gray. His figure was tall and straight like a bamboo, and his eyebrows and eyes were like a painting.
Looking up like this made it possible for Duan Jiashu to observe his face clearly and in detail for the first time. The shadow was caused by the tilt of the umbrella held by the other party, which blocked the cold wind howling in front of him.
After coming back to his senses, he was actually a little panicked, with a panic and bitterness in his chest - when did Wu Feipeng come? How much did he see and hear? Did he know anything?
"Junior brother." Duan Jiashu tried his best to act naturally. He called out to the other party, but when he opened his mouth he realized that his voice was so hoarse. He felt a little regretful. He thought that he was used to the daily comfort and he forgot to be alert.
He was so anxious that he didn't even realize he could no longer control himself, and his eyes revealed a pleading look. He stared at the other person closely, as if waiting for a silent verdict. To him, Wu Feipeng's open lips and speaking tongue were like a sickle that was about to fall.
In Wu Feipeng's eyes, the young man was leaning weakly against the wall, prostrating himself on the ground, frost and snow flying everywhere, quietly falling on his thin shoulders, gradually thickening. His hair was disheveled, with a few strands sticking to his pale cheeks, his brows were tightly furrowed, and there were even traces of tears in the corners of his eyes. His eyes were slightly red, his lips were tightly pursed, and he was trembling slightly, like a frightened little animal. Wu Feipeng's brows were softened, and even his voice became soft.
"Brother, let's go back."
Duan Jiashu was stunned for a moment, staring at the other person blankly.
Wu Feipeng slowly stretched out his slender jade-like hand, his five fingers were thin and powerful, and his thin lips slightly raised, outlining an extremely gentle smile, which was like the warm sunshine in spring, warming people's hearts.
There was warmth in the corners of his brows and eyes, and his eyes were as bright as stars, with brilliant light flowing in them, as if they could dispel the haze of this world, bringing with them endless tenderness and tolerance.
Duan Jiashu unconsciously put his hand on it, their skin touched, and he felt the warmth. He came to his senses and wanted to pull his hand away, but the other person held it even tighter, pulled him up from the ground, half circled him and brushed off all the snowflakes on his body.
(Oops, it seems a bit ambiguous.)