Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Mu Yun finally seemed to be hearing these words for the first time. He repeated them in a low voice and then smiled with relief.

But after Jiang Tingwan finished reading the poem, the confusion that had just filled her mind came back to her mind again and followed her back into the house.

In this world, are all poems shared?

Jiang Tingwan sat by the window and thought about this question for a long time.

Ah Jiu?

In the end, Jiang Tingwan still called out the name of the system.

A red light fell behind her and transformed into a lively girl, sitting beside the bed.

Sui Jiu was also surprised and said, "First, there is no disaster, and second, there is no difficulty. What do you want me to do?"

Jiang Tingwan turned around and looked at her, saying disdainfully, "You sound like I can call you when there's a disaster!"

Sui Jiu pouted guiltily but said nothing.

Jiang Tingwan: "Let's get down to business. I have a question. Although this world was created by me, is it possible for a character to say something as personal as poetry without me giving him lines?"

Sui Jiu, who was sitting beside the bed, fell silent for a moment, as if he was touched by Jiang Tingwan's question. "Although I don't quite understand your question, when the world begins to extend the plot on its own, everything will be filled in. Just like you never really wrote down the San Yuan Jue's mental method, but it has already completed its own derivation."

Although Jiang Tingwan got the answer, the scene of Wen Bumian reciting poetry when he left the house just now flashed back in his mind again.

"No." Jiang Tingwan thought and shook his head, "My professional sense of language tells me that the context of his reciting these lines of poetry just now is wrong, and his expression is also wrong."

Sui Jiu looked at her in confusion.

"Although he may have been inspired and had a reason, I feel as if he was reading it specifically for people to hear?"

"What do you mean?" Sui Jiu asked puzzledly.

Jiang Tingwan stood up immediately and said, "I'll know what he means after I talk to him for a few more words."

After much thought, Jiang Tingwan came up with an idea and decided to find another opportunity to go back.

After saying that, he ignored Suijiu's doubts, opened the door and walked out.

But as soon as he stepped out of the door, the people in the yard turned around.

"Master, where do you want to go?" Mu Yunzhong's voice came from the opposite side, as if he had been waiting for her in this courtyard.

"Oh, nothing?" Jiang Tingwan stood at the door, not knowing how to explain for a moment, and could only vaguely say, "While the weather is still good, I want to go out for a walk."

Jiang Tingwan, who didn't dare to tell the truth, looked very guilty in Mu Yunzhong's eyes.

Then he also said bluntly: "Disciple guess, Master wants to go find Sect Master Wen?"

Jiang Tingwan, who was troubled by the words, looked at him in shock, then looked in the direction behind the house. Did he hear it?

That shouldn't be the case. With Suijiu here, it's impossible for anyone to find out what's going on inside the house, right?

"Master, you clearly know that the medicine will harm your foundation, so why do you insist on pursuing temporary strength?" Mu Yunzhong looked worried and angry. "I also promised Master that I would practice diligently. As long as I am your disciple, I will not let anyone hurt you in the slightest. Could it be that Master's words about trusting you were all lies to deceive you?"

Jiang Tingwan listened to his words, and her guilty conscience turned into a sudden realization. Did he think she was going to ask Wen Bumian for more pills?

Yes, he is so smart, how could he not have thought that the elixir he had taken before came from the Zizai Sect.

Jiang Tingwan couldn't help but smile after realizing this, and immediately explained: "What are you thinking? I stayed in bed for several days after taking the medicine last time, and now I feel uncomfortable just thinking about it. Besides, I'm not a fool, and I know that medicine is three-quarters poison."

After hearing her say this, Mu Yunzhong's expression eased a little, "Then what is the master going to do?"

"Master just felt that Wen Bu Mian had suffered such a great change and felt a little sorry for him, so he wanted to go see if there was anything he could do to help."

"......?" After saying this, Mu Yun finally had another obscure expression.

Jiang Tingwan failed to notice and continued, "You may also find it surprising to hear that this Sect Master Wen is just a puppet. The real person in charge is the Dharma protectors. They threatened him with his wife's life to make elixirs for them to increase their cultivation, and also destroyed his two profound veins. In order to save him, his wife committed suicide in front of him and helped him leave Zizai Sect..."

Speaking of Wen Bumian, Jiang Tingwan's tone was full of sympathy, and the expression on his face was revealed to the person opposite him without any defense.

Mu Yun finally stared at the cool but slightly gentle profile, and was lost in thought for a moment.

The hidden jealousy also dissipated at this moment.

He seemed very satisfied with her defenseless state, because she no longer regarded him as the son of her enemy, nor did she pretend to be a master.

The light of Luoyang Mountain fell on her face, but also fell into Mu Yunzhong's eyes. For the first time, he felt that the days in Sanyuan Sect were gradually getting better.

"In addition, if I hadn't taken his elixir before, I wouldn't have had the chance to save you, and you wouldn't have had the chance to break through. We owe him a debt after all. Now that we're all together again, don't you think we should take this opportunity to show some concern for him?"

After expressing his feelings for a while, Jiang Tingwan summed it up with this sentence. Mu Yun finally came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

"Ah."

"You think this is the right thing to do, right? Since you are here, why don't you help the master?"

Seeing that Mu Yunzhong was persuaded, Jiang Tingwan also thought that he could not go to see the patient empty-handed, so he immediately pulled Mu Yunzhong towards the kitchen.

Mu Yun was finally dragged into the kitchen in a daze. He saw her hurriedly let go of his hand, and then she rummaged around the house, added water to the medicine jar, put it on the stove, and looked at herself and said.

"Please make the medicine for me again, which you made for me before." Jiang Tingwan asked in a pleading tone, his eyes flickering as he looked at Mu Yunzhong in front of him.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yun finally understood what she meant, but said reluctantly: "I heard that the Sect Master has someone to take care of him, so I'm afraid he doesn't need our medicine."

Mu Yunzhong reminded him, but Jiang Tingwan said nonchalantly, "It's okay, just show your appreciation. Just cook a soup of nourishing medicine for me."

Is it just a token of your appreciation?

After hearing this, Mu Yunzhong didn't know for a moment whether his master really cared about Wen Bumian or was just pretending to care. But after hearing this, the reluctance he had just felt disappeared.

Looking at the medicine jar placed in front of him, Mu Yun finally obeyed Jiang Tingwan's words. He used his spiritual power with two fingers to take out a spiritual herb from the space bag, put it into the jar, then covered it with a lid and heated the liquid in the pot.

Until the boiling steam hits the lid of the pot and the aroma of medicine comes out. After a short period of boiling, the boiling medicine is poured into the medicine cup on the serving plate.

Jiang Tingwan showed joy on his face and was about to step forward, but Mu Yunzhong took the entire presentation plate ahead of him and walked out.

Jiang Tingwan quickly chased after him, "Hey, I can go by myself!"

"Disciple can wait outside."

"No need really!"

Mu Yunzhong was walking in front and Jiang Tingwan was following behind. She tried her best to stop Mu Yunzhong from following her, but Mu Yunzhong was always ahead of her every step.

The distance was not far to begin with, and after some pulling, the two of them had already stepped into the gate of the courtyard where Wen Bumian was.

At this time, an outer disciple was coming out of Wen Bumian's room, holding an empty medicine bowl that he had just taken.

"Disciple Li Ji greets the Third Elder." The disciple respectfully bowed to Jiang Tingwan as he passed by.

Mu Yunzhong took another look after hearing the voice and recognized at a glance that it was one of the three disciples who had been kneeling in front of Tingfeng Courtyard asking Jiang Tingwan for guidance.

"No need to be polite." Jiang Tingwan responded subconsciously, and then asked, "How is Master Wen?"

"Master Wen has taken medicine and is recuperating his spiritual consciousness."

"I know, you go down first."

Jiang Tingwan waved his hand, but his eyes looked towards the house hesitantly.

Li Ji also stepped out after hearing this.

"What are you hesitating about, Master?"

Mu Yun didn't understand what Jiang Tingwan was hesitating about at the moment, but he thought it would be a good thing if she gave up the idea of ​​going in. Just as he was about to use this to persuade her to go back, the door suddenly opened and Wen Busian's voice came from inside.

"Since the Third Elder is here, please come in."

When Jiang Tingwan heard this, she was even more certain that he was also waiting for her, and immediately took the presentation tray from Mu Yunzhong, "I'll be out in a moment."

Mu Yunzhong's gaze followed Jiang Tingwan's back into the house, and he vaguely felt that a barrier was forming in the house. Until Jiang Tingwan walked into the house, his spiritual consciousness was also blocked outside.

That person is also waiting for the master?

Jiang Tingwan walked into the house and placed the things in her hand on the table. The focus of her trip was not to deliver the medicine.

Jiang Tingwan was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know how to start the conversation, but he heard Wen Busian's voice speaking first.

"Elder Bai has returned, but is there anything important you want to discuss with me?"

At this moment, Wen Bumian was sitting cross-legged on the bed, just in time to take a breath. He opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Tingwan carefully.

Jiang Tingwan was surprised as expected, and asked cautiously, "What did the Sect Master call me just now?"

The only person in Sanyuan Sect who can be called Elder Bai is Bai Wangshu, but now because of my existence, Bai Wangshu's name has been changed to Jiang Tingwan.

The slightly focused gaze on the other side also withdrew uncertainly, and then explained somewhat embarrassedly: "I have been trapped in Zizaimen for a long time, and I have learned about the outside world mostly from other people. Maybe I remembered the name of the third elder wrongly. I hope the elder will forgive me."

"No, wait a minute!" Jiang Tingwan felt a sense of surprise in his heart, but he still concealed it with some uncertainty. He saw the person opposite him looking at him with the same expression.

The two looked at each other, apparently without saying anything, but it seemed as if they had said a lot in an instant. The original mutual vigilance and testing turned into a sentence as their eyes turned.

"I've heard that the Third Elder of the Sanyuan Sect is gifted and intelligent. I once heard a formula in a secret book. I studied it for a long time but still couldn't understand its meaning. I wonder if the Third Elder can help me solve this puzzle."

"Master, please ask!"

Jiang Tingwan responded, but his eyes were filled with expectation and surprise, as if he already knew what he was going to ask next.

"Odd changes to even?"

"Symbols look at the quadrants!"

"Palace Yu Ye Liquor!"

"One hundred and eighty cups!"

"Sledgehammer eighty?"

"Little hammer forty!"

"Oh my God!"

"Oh my God!"