Dressed as a scumbag and survived with a vest

Wu Jinyun will always remember that person lying quietly on the bed.His hands were folded on his chest, his cuffs were stained with dazzling blood, his eyes were closed, and his lips were red.

He looked like he was asleep, peaceful and serene.

Wu Jinyun's heart felt like it was being grabbed by sharp claws, and the pain was severe.

The time after rebirth was too short, and his soul was unstable. The technique of moving soul and transposition caused his soul to be greatly impacted. In addition, the evil power broke out in Yan Qing's body, and his soul was shocked again, so that he fell into a coma after switching back. .

He thought that, with the help of Ziyue Linglan, Yan Qing would successfully seal the evil power again after helping Yan Qing overcome the most difficult moment of the outbreak of evil power, defeating Ran Lie, and escaping the meridian inspection.

But when he woke up, Lu Shaojie told him that Yan Qing had given him Ziyue Lily of the Valley.

Realizing something was wrong, Wu Jinyun hurried over, but saw the man lying quietly on the bed.

Why is this happening?

Why didn't Yan Qing take the purple moon lily of the valley?Why didn't the evil power be re-sealed?

He is so cunning and selfish, he would rather blame the world than himself, according to common sense, he should take Ziyue Lily of the Valley to retreat immediately.

He is Yan Qing, that Yan Qing who looks hideous and rotten to the bone.Why did you come to see him with the pain after hearing that he had fallen into a coma?Hand over Ziyue Lily of the Valley selflessly?

"Wake up!" Wu Jinyun grabbed Yan Qing, and his spiritual power poured in frantically, "Wake up!"

If Yan Qing died like this, Wu Jinyun's act of repaying his kindness would be meaningless. Not only did it not help him, it even killed him.He would owe him a lifetime, a lifetime!

"Wake up!" Wu Jinyun injected spiritual power into Yan Qing's body again.

The person on the bed didn't respond, it was very quiet, so quiet.

A strong sense of suffocation gushed out of his chest in an instant, his body was like a funnel, and his strength was draining rapidly.

Wu Jinyun weakly supported the edge of the bed, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Wake up."

"Don't make noise..." a weak voice sounded.

Wu Jinyun looked up abruptly and saw Yan Qing opening her eyes with difficulty.

He leaned over and stared at the person on the bed, his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he couldn't speak.

Yan Qing reached out and touched his head, "Don't cry... I'm fine... just a little tired..."

Wu Jinyun was stunned, and raised his hand to wipe his face in disbelief, the tentacles were wet.

There seemed to be a pool of water in his body, silently accumulating for a long time, because it looked too small and inconspicuous, he never cared about it, even if he saw it, he ignored it because of prejudice and arrogance, and laughed it off.

It wasn't until this moment that the pool of water suddenly overflowed that he realized that the pool was so deep that when it was full, he was at a loss like a child.

"Hey, don't cry." Yan Qing's face became rosy, her speech stopped breaking, and she even smiled, her face was full of energy and radiant, "The big boy who is almost ten years old, the little man, it is very painful to cry. shameful."

Wu Jinyun calmly wiped off the water from his face, and said coldly, "I didn't cry."

"Okay, you didn't cry."

Wu Jinyun gritted her teeth, "I won't cry for you, you liar."

Yes, he is a liar, a liar who deliberately lured his mother to Lucheng with evil intentions, cheated feelings, poached inner alchemy, and ate his flesh and blood.

"Hey, why am I a liar?"

Wu Jinyun didn't speak.

"Well, I'm a liar."

Wu Jinyun was silent.

"Take good care of yourself in the future and get along well with Sister Miao. In Qingling Peak, Sister Miao is probably the one who loves you the most." Yan Qing took his hand and urged, "Be in groups and communicate with others more. It's shameless to lock yourself in the room all day long, the brothers will teach you a lot of things...cough..."

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, then quickly wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth in a disguised manner, and waved his hand: "I'm not feeling well, you go out first, I want to rest for a while, good boy."

Wu Jinyun stood on the side without moving. He was very calm, as if he had withdrawn his soul and stood quietly watching.Look at that person's eyebrows, eyes, and expression, and look at it seriously for the first time, and get to know each other again.

Yan Qing let go of her sleeves, as if she had lost all her strength, unable to drive him away.

He turned his eyes away and looked out the window.

The sky has turned late, the sun is setting, and the sun is fading.

The flying birds from the distant mountains return, and the disciples in the sky walk with the sword.

The busy scene is reflected in his eyes. On the transparent pupils, there is the grandness of the green mountains, the grandeur of the sky, and all things are organic, natural, peaceful and gentle.

"it's beautiful."

Yan Qing sighed softly, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Yan Qing had a very, very long dream. In the dream, there were all kinds of strange things, strange things, he seemed to be sitting on a cloud and kept floating forward, floating and floating, without end.

Just when he thought he would float all the way to the end of the world, he suddenly fell from the clouds and fell heavily to the ground, his forehead hurt so badly.

"Ouch." Yan Qing called out and woke up suddenly.

Rubbing his forehead, he raised his head in a daze, and saw countless disciples in Tsing Yi sitting on the futons in the square, with surprised expressions on their faces.

what's the situation?

Yan Qing was dumbfounded.

He looked around and found that he was sitting on a high platform, Zuo Tangzhen, Shu Zun, Yao Zun, and Qi Zun were all sitting on the futon on the left, and a monk was sitting on the right, who was Master Ci'an from the competition field that day.In front of him was a low mahogany table with an incense burner on it, with green smoke curling up, and a book spread out in the middle, with countless numbers written on it.

Yan Qing stared at it for a while, and managed to recognize most of the characters, but those black characters were connected together, but she didn't understand what it meant, and could only roughly tell that it was a book of sermons.

"Yan Zun?" An old voice came from the right.

Yan Qing couldn't figure out the situation, but luckily she had time-traveling experience, so she smiled at the monk with the same expression.

"Amitabha." The monk raised his hand and said sincerely, "What Yan Zun said is really thought-provoking. This old monk has benefited a lot. I wonder if Yan Zun can explain the meaning of 'the Tao follows freedom, freedom follows one's nature'?"

What is freedom according to the way, freedom according to nature?What are they and what?Are you talking about freedom and human rights?

Yan Qing glanced down again. Countless disciples were sitting upright with serious expressions, making it easy to see that they were listening to the lecture.

Are you lecturing yourself?

Isn't he hiccupping?Why suddenly woke up again, and then appeared on the podium to give lectures again!

The point is that he doesn't know the summary of the previous story, and he is a rookie in the cultivation world. Who gave him the confidence to dare to give lectures in front of so many people?

Yan Qing scratched the wall in her heart, but her expression remained unchanged.

"Tao can be Tao, natural way. Name can be named, very famous. Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth; Named, the mother of all things." Yan Qing opened his mouth and said nonsense, no matter what, the most urgent thing to do is to fool the past first, "Buddha smiled, everyone There is a way in the heart, the way is ever-changing, conform to the original intention, conform to the will of heaven, when the time comes, you will naturally realize it."

"So that's how it is." The great monk said.

The others also had a thoughtful expression.

Yan Qing sullenly, don't ask me what I mean, actually I don't know what I just said.

"Yan Zunren spoke so well, I seem to have a faint understanding."

"Verun Yan has already talked a lot before, and he is proficient in both cultivation and Taoism. I have benefited a lot from listening to Venerable Yan's lectures."

"That's right, Venerable Yan's cultivation base is profound, and his perception is also unique."

Yan Qing's hearing is quite good, and she heard the disciples' whispered discussions from below, and felt their admiration for her. It seemed that she had taught a class for a long time before, and her lecture was very good, which was recognized by everyone.

"Yan Zunren has finished his lecture on Taoism. I don't know if everyone in the Qingling Sect will be lucky enough to listen to Master Ci'an's Dharma?" Zuo Tangzhen's voice came.

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and looked expectantly at the great monk.

"Amitabha." The great monk stepped forward, took out a book from his storage bag, and began to explain.

What the monk said was mysterious and profound, and Yan Qing dozed off listening to it, but he sat on the high platform, there was absolutely no chance of showing anything strange, so he listened carefully.

After finally surviving the sermon, Yan Qing was about to run away with oil on his feet, but Zuo Tangzhen called him, "Yan Qing."

Yan Qing had no choice but to turn around, cupped her hands, "Sect Master."

"There is no need to be polite between you and me." Zuo Tang patted Yan Qing's shoulder with a smile, and said to Yan Qing familiarly and lovingly, "It's hard work, I finally finished the retreat, and I called you to give lectures again. You, the reputation of our Qing Lingzong is getting bigger and bigger, and the disciples have also benefited a lot."

several years?

Yan Qing's head was full of question marks, and his face remained unchanged, he said: "The suzerain deserves the award."

After a pause, he hurriedly said, "Sovereign, I still have something to do, so I'm going back to Dongfeng first."

"Go." Zuo Tang really patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

Yan Qing immediately stood up with the sword and quickly returned to her den.

"Master."

Gong Wen stood guard at the door, his appearance seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell the details.

Yan Qing stared at him and tried to find something strange, "Do you have any insight into today's sermon?"

Gong Wen was dressed in white, handsome and unrestrained. Hearing the words, he cupped his hands respectfully and said, "Master's lecture is very good, and this disciple has benefited a lot."

Ok.

Yan Qing really couldn't find what was wrong, thinking of Zuo Tangzhen's words about how many years, coughed, and tentatively said: "Time flies so fast, when I think of fighting with Ran Lie, it seems like yesterday."

"That's right, since the fight with Ran Lie, no one has dared to challenge the master in ten years, and the name of the master has shaken the world!"

Even though Yan Qing had been prepared, she opened her mouth wide in shock at this moment.

what's the situation?He just fell asleep, and ten years have passed since he woke up?

Yan Qing was very sensitive to the word ten years, and a terrible thought appeared in his mind. He remembered the description in the novel that after Lucheng adopted Wu Jinyun, Yan Qing would experience catastrophe ten years later.

If he could not dig out Wu Jinyun's inner alchemy, he would surely die.

So, when he just came back and couldn't figure out everything, he had to face the threat of death and the plot of digging out his eyes and kidneys to dig out his inner alchemy?

"Master?"

Yan Qing came back to her senses, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I want to be alone for a while."

"Brother wizard will be back soon, disciple will leave." Gong Wen backed away.

Yan Qing was so shocked that she didn't hear his words clearly, she entered the room, closed the door and walked around anxiously in the room.

Close your eyes and open them again, ten years have passed.

Looking around, the room was exactly the same as it was ten years ago, without any change. His favorite wooden couch, low table, and lamp stand were still in place, as if he hadn't left for ten years at all, but just woke up after a night of sleep.

It wasn't completely unchanged, there was another small bed next to his bed, and the quilt was neatly folded, as if someone was sleeping on the small bed.

Yan Qing's head is full of confusion now, in order to figure out what happened in the past ten years, he really wanted to ask someone.

Just, where should I ask this question?Who to ask?

Buckle.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Yan Qing coughed, regained her composure, walked to the couch and sat down cross-legged.

The door creaked open, bright light came in from the outside, someone walked into the room carrying a kettle, against the light, only a tall and slender silhouette could be seen, with broad shoulders and long legs, vigorous and powerful.

When he walked a little further, Yan Qing saw the other person's face clearly.

Thick eyebrows slanted into the temples, the bridge of the nose was straight, the lips were thin, and the pupils were as bright as cold stars.He was wearing an ordinary Tsing Yi suit, under the thin material, the smooth muscle lines could be vaguely seen.Her slender legs were tucked into black short boots, straight and powerful.

"Master." The deep and mellow voice was slightly hoarse, similar to the feeling of holding fine grains of sand in both hands and falling from between the fingers.

He carried the kettle to the side of the couch, lifted the lid of the teapot, poured hot water into the kettle, poured a glass of water for Yan Qing, and handed it to Yan Qing, "Master, drink some water."

The moment he lowered his head, he could see the thick black curly hair tied into a ponytail. A strand of curly curly hair hung from the ear and swept along the pinna to the shoulder.

Yan Qing stared at him, took the cup in a daze, the cup suddenly fell, and hot boiling water splashed out.

"Be careful."

With a low cry, before Yan Qing could react, she was pulled up by a strong arm, and her head hit her solid chest, like hitting a hard rock.The nose smells a touch of cedar, refreshing and clean.

"Are you okay?"

The humming sound from the chest cavity, accompanied by muscle vibration and scorching temperature, burned Yan Qing's cheeks and ears.

He quickly pushed the man away, pretending to be calm and said: "It's okay."

His hands trembled slightly.

From the school lectures to Dongfeng, and hearing that Gong Wen had passed ten years, Yan Qing had no real feelings, but seeing this person, he finally felt——Ten years really passed!

The short legs that only reached the waist back then have grown into a young man who is taller and stronger than him.