After my junior brother lost his spouse, the whole cultivation world came to smell the smell

After Lin Songyan returned to his dormitory, he curled up in his quilt, with no one to confide his worries to.

Apart from Bai Yinchen's hugs and kisses that made him feel at ease, everything else was like the poisonous miasma in the cliff that made him breathless.

When Bai Yinchen came back, he was shocked to see Lin Songyan sleeping on his bed.

He said in horror: "You...Xiao Yan, why don't you go back to the disciple room?"

This sentence is tantamount to scolding people.

Lin Songyan hugged Bai Yinchen's quilt with grievance, huddled in the corner, not knowing where to go.

There won't be a bed for him in the disciple room. If he goes back and squeezes into a room with four people, he will really be scared to death!

Seeing Lin Songyan shaking with fear, wanting to move out but not daring to, Bai Yinchen finally softened his heart.

"Forget it. You can stay here for the night. If you don't want to sleep in the disciple room tomorrow, I will find another room for you."

After Bai Yinchen finished speaking, he went out to look for Chao He.

He wanted to see what had happened in recent days, and by the way, ask Chao He to give him some Penglai elixir to heal the ghost claw wound on his back.

But what Bai Yinchen never expected was that Chao He was extremely distant from him.

Her words showed her dissatisfaction with him, "Grandmaster, it's so late, why don't you rest with this little burden instead of disturbing my sweet dreams? I'm afraid that's not appropriate, right?"

In the past, he also understood that Chao He was not very clear about the distinction between family affection and love, and that this child had some romantic feelings towards him.

But what does Chao He mean now?

"I'm not here for Xiaoyan's matter." As the leader of a sect, Bai Yinchen still looked dignified. "Chao He, I want to ask you, how is the Immortal Alliance?"

Chao He seemed to have heard some terrible joke.

"The Immortal Alliance? Grandmaster, didn't you disband it yourself? Even the Tiangang Sect, Yanling Sect, and Shuiyuan Sect were disbanded by you. Because my disciples are self-sufficient and go out to earn money, the ten major sects have been squeezed out and have nowhere to go."

"Not to mention the small sects. Among the immortal sects now, the Qingluan Sect is the only one that is dominant. Only the female sect like the Dawn Sect does not care about worldly affairs and can concentrate on cultivation."

Bai Yinchen was extremely shocked after hearing this. In the past, all the immortal sects flourished, but now the Qingluan Sect is the only one that dominates. How can this be a good thing?

Could it be that if the demons invaded, could he rely solely on his Qingluan Sect to resist?

The blood in his body was flowing backwards, and he choked and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The wound from the ghost claw on his back had already spread to his front body, and he was approaching death.

This body will never be in good condition again, so he needs to hurry up and do whatever he wants to do.

"Master, Master, how are you?" Chao He saw that he was in so much pain and couldn't bear to just stand there and watch, so he hurried forward to support him.

As soon as his hand touched Bai Yinchen's hand, he felt a strong tingling sensation.

That electric-like transition made Chao He suddenly recall the time when Bai Yinchen taught him the hand gestures.

The little fairy bird in Penglai is very clever, but when it is young it chirps a lot and cannot concentrate on learning the hand gestures.

Bai Yinchen was behind him, holding his hand, fiddling with his fingers again and again, inserting each one into the gaps between his fingers.

Every time he competed with Bai Yinchen, he would not learn properly, but would deliberately make wrong hand gestures and make his fingers bumpy.

Bai Yinchen's white hair hung on his chest, his head tilted to his ear, and his hot breath sprayed on his ear and neck, making him suddenly feel a strange feeling of discomfort all over.

So, he pretended to be more and more stupid, hoping that his master would fiddle with his fingers every day, hold him in his arms and teach him patiently over and over again.

Now he recalled his admiration for his master at that time. The naughty boyish mentality had faded away, and only the admiration between men remained.

He suddenly realized that he was still extremely fond of his master.

Seeing Bai Yinchen vomiting blood, he felt heartbroken and quickly helped Bai Yinchen sit down at the stone table.

"Master, I was wrong... I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I'm not good... I deserve to die!"

As he said that, he raised his hand to peel off Bai Yinchen's clothes, wanting to peel Bai Yinchen's collar all the way down to his waist to see his injuries.

Bai Yinchen wanted to protect his collar, but the grown-up wolf cub Chao He directly peeled it off, "Grandmaster, please bear with it for a moment, I beg you..."

As he spoke, Chao He took out the Penglai elixir from his waistband, bit open the red silk covering the medicine bottle, and sprinkled it on Bai Yinchen's back.

"Ah...hiss..." Bai Yinchen was convulsing in pain, his whole body twitching and he could hardly sit still.

Chao He placed one hand on Bai Yinchen's shoulder, feeling his master's smooth skin that looked like a newborn's icy jade.

Except for the hair that turned white overnight due to the death of his fellow Taoist, Bai Yinchen's overall appearance surpassed everyone else in the immortal sect.

Those suppressed sobs made Chao He's heart tighten.

The ferocious ghost claws on Bai Yinchen's back will probably never heal.

This kind of wound contains the curse of the old ghost and will only fester until death.

"Grandmaster, you are doing this all to save this little burden. Is he more important to you than anyone in the Qingluan Sect... than me...?"

Bai Yinchen lay on the stone table under the moonlight, as fragile as ice that could crack at any time. How could Chao He dare to touch him?

Bai Yinchen took a long time to calm down, and finally raised his head and glanced at Chao He.

"I raised you too, how could you be... not as good as him?"

"Chao He, find a way to support the Immortal Alliance. My days...are numbered."

Bai Yinchen already understood that this body of his had always been occupied by Mo Cangming.

And with the help of his identity, he did a lot of good things, including taking possession of Lin Songyan.

He didn't know why he was resurrected, but this body wouldn't last long and he would die anyway.

And Mo Cangming is probably watching him from somewhere dark now.

The grudge between them has not been resolved, and the two will eventually fight.

Bai Yinchen's Taoist partner cannot die in vain, he must wipe out all the demons to vent the hatred that has been in his heart for more than three hundred years.

However, Bai Yinchen didn’t understand that Xiaoyan was like a frightened bird, afraid every day that he would not want him.

So, is it himself that he loves, or Mo Cangming who once possessed this body?

Can he tell the difference clearly himself?

Even though Bai Yinchen clearly separated Lin Songyan and his Taoist companion, he did not want Lin Songyan to become a victim in his fight with Mo Cangming.

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When Mo Cangming woke up from the foot of the mountain, he found that he could not return to Bai Yinchen's body.

"Your Highness, what should we do? Immortal Lin is still in Bai Yinchen's room... Immortal Lin is so proactive now, they won't..."

As Gu Nu said these words, he saw that Mo Cangming's expression was becoming more and more ugly.

It was really a fluke that he defeated Bai Yinchen a year ago.

If he were to go to Qingluan Sect now and face Bai Yinchen and thousands of disciples, what chances would he have of winning?

What's more, he was afraid that Lin Songyan loved Bai Yinchen, and he would be defeated miserably if he showed up.

"Gu Nu, do you know why I returned to Mo Cangming's body?"

Gu Nu had a bad feeling, "Hmm... why?"

Mo Cangming's peach blossom eyes, which were naturally full of affection, drooped, and his tone was one of grievance that Gu Nu had never heard before.

"Because when I asked him if he wanted me, he threw me off the cliff."

Gu Nu looked at Mo Cangming's extremely sad expression and frowned as well.

She patted the extremely lonely shoulder of the Demon Lord, melancholy...

“Haha ...