refuse to be a teacher

Chapter 117 Master Cried——————— Fake, didn’t cry

Xue Lan stared at him motionlessly as if she was dumbfounded.After about a moment, he finally, as if he had just squeezed back a mouthful of immortal energy from the gate of hell, with the corners of his eyes drooping, he plunged forward into Yan Jue's arms, and began to cry like a child again.

Yan Jue had probably never seen such a battle before, so he was frightened and froze on the spot.It took a long time to come back to his senses. As usual, with that handsome face that he couldn't get rid of for ten thousand years, he stretched out his hand and tugged at him, saying, "Why are you crazy? Xue Xiaomao! Hey...Xue Xiaomao!"

Because Xue Lan ignored him, she buried herself in front of his chest, her crying changed a whole tone.Tears all over his face were wiped on Yan Jue's snow-white shirt.

Yan Jue really had no choice but to free one hand, patted his back in a panic and said, "Don't, don't cry!... You're so dirty, don't cry!"

Xue Lan was still crying, sobbing, and even her throat was trembling slightly imperceptibly.He almost exhausted all the strength in his body, hugging Yan Jue tightly, as if he was afraid that he would disappear again, he kept this posture all the time, and cried for nearly half a stick of incense.

In the end, she really couldn't cry anymore, but she still stretched out her hand to hold Yan Jue tightly.Because Xue Lan leaned against him, after a while, she subconsciously moved up to the place close to his heart, until she heard the slow and powerful heartbeat very clearly, and then felt the part of the soul that had left the body at first, a little A little bit was poured back into the brain, giving him a warm rebirth invisibly.

"Do not cry?"

In the darkness, Yan Jue sighed, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his face: "How old is he, to still cry like this... Doesn't it look ugly?"

Xue Lan looked up at him.

The surrounding light was not very good, Yan Jue could only see an extremely thin figure in his eyes.But people are hot after all, hugging each other closely, the temperature of life is enough to ignite the coldness of everything.

"...Are you okay?" Xue Lan asked timidly.

Yan Jue also looked down at him: "What do you think?"

"I...I thought..."

Xue Lan's throat was sour, and she was about to cry again, so Yan Jue quickly raised his hand to stop him.The two stared at each other silently for a long while, Yan Jue seemed to be thinking of something, and suddenly grabbed Xue Lanyin's arm with one hand, and asked, "By the way, how are you...how are your injuries? Why did you come here?"

Once he said that, the real problem came.Xue Lan just remembered that she had wandered out of the barrier, and the knife wound on her back hadn't fully healed. At this moment, she felt some dull pain, as if there were signs of another rupture.

Coincidentally, this fellow didn't need to explain, Yan Jue could understand the general idea, his face changed instantly, almost sternly scolded: "Xue Lanyin!"

Xue Lan's eyebrows twitched: "...here!"

"Come here for me."

While talking, he lifted Xue Lanyin's collar and walked out the door.

Yan Jue led him to turn around and leave the right room, and went straight around a wooden corridor outside the long steps, to a courtyard set up behind the sword-suppressing platform.Xue Lan was very worried because of walking all the way, but seeing the four sealed barriers in the courtyard, it was the frosty energy that Chang Xingju always carried.Going further, at the end of the long corridor is a secluded and secret bedroom, in which the multi-faceted and tall barriers are intertwined with each other, and through the dim light at dusk, it can even make every place dense and dense inside and outside. The borderline is clearly visible.

Yan Jue slowly pushed open the door, and the room that was visible through a gap in the first floor was poorly furnished and quaint. The plain tables, chairs and carved windows were obviously old, and at that time a bitter medicinal fragrance was oozing out. .

Xue Lan guessed that Yan Jue must have spent the past half month hiding here safely.Thinking about it like this, I breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and my feet became more and more unruly, and I was about to step over the threshold and straight in, when I bent my legs, my knees were firmly blocked by someone.

When Xue Lan raised his head slightly, Yan Jue's angry phoenix eyes happened to be reflected in the depths of his eyes. They were as cold as knives, but not as cold as before.

"...Master?"

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped in the face.Accompanied by several sharp wind whistles from outside the sky, there was a muffled bang, leaving five clear finger marks on his side cheeks in an instant.

Xue Lan's eyes turned red.But when he lowered his head, he found that Yan Jue's eyes were also red, and his bloodless face was trembling uncontrollably at the moment. He didn't know whether it was anger or more unspeakable grief.

Yan Jue's expression was cold, and You You asked in a low voice, "Do you know why I beat you?"

Xue Lanyin shook her head.

"I have taught you many times before." Yan Kai said word by word, "The sword you hold in your hand is not meant to be pointed at yourself."

Xue Lan's eyes moved: "I..."

"That day when you fought against Wen Pianhong, you used the Ya Ling sword...to bleed yourself." Yan Jue raised his hand, and aimed right at the vital point of his heart, which was on the left side of his chest.The force was so great that it seemed to tear people apart, "...I have told you countless times before."

"Xue Lan is holding...the weapon in his hand, so he needs to aim it at the enemy." Yan Jue stared at him intently, even his voice was a little hoarse.He lowered his eyelashes, and wanted to say something more, but suddenly he couldn't continue, and instead covered his lips, he could not stop coughing softly.

Because of her nervousness, Xue Lan rushed up to support him firmly: "Master! Master, stop talking, let's go into the house... Go in and rest, you..."

"Let go!"

Yan Jue flung him away, his pale cheeks stained with a morbid blush from sullenness: "You...you haven't been willing to heal your wounds until now!"

Xue Lan paused suddenly.

"Do you know how serious the knife wound on your back is?" Yan Jue frowned, "Yi Shangxian rescued you back, gave you the best healing barrier, and even deliberately set up a barrier to prevent the blood from going berserk." Tiesuo, you——you just..."

In the middle of speaking, he stopped suddenly, lowered his head hurriedly, covered his lips tightly, and began to cough violently as if he was dying.

Xue Lan regained consciousness instantly, so she hurriedly said anxiously: "Okay, Master! Don't talk about it now... Let's go into the house, shall we?"

After saying that, it was Gu Zi who took Yan Jue's arm, helped him step by step across the threshold, and led him carefully into the room.

I have to say that although the senior brother Yi Shangxian is cold and ruthless on the surface, he is actually careful everywhere.

The various barriers scattered throughout the Changxing residence have been maintained by himself for many years.In the meantime, what tightly surrounds and surrounds the inside and outside of the hut in front of you is filled with a solid and solid layer of man-made aura.

Yan Jue once said that he and Yi Shangxian competed against each other in terms of internal strength and could not be accommodated.Therefore, all the barriers set up in Changxingju are all forcibly dispelling Yan Jue's cultivation, forcing him to abandon his life-defying forbidden art roots——

But from another point of view, getting rid of the huge confinement brought by the soul-sending curse is, for Yan Jue, an extreme way to extend his life.

Xue Lan helped Yan Yao into the room and sat down, but saw that he was still coughing in a low voice uncontrollably, it seemed that he suppressed it too hard, and wished he could cough out his heart and lungs at the same time.

"...Are you okay?" Xue Lan stretched out her hand to gently caress his back, took advantage of the situation and took off a mattress to cover his legs, flattened it carefully, and then said, "Chang Xingju is very yin, Don't you... have a cold?"

Yan Jue coughed until his cheeks turned slightly red, but he did not forget to open his eyes and stare at him.Lifting a slender knuckle, he pointed tremblingly at the door, saying: "You... Get out! Go back!... Go back quickly!"

Because Xue Lan's eyes were red, she refused to move half a step away.Just looking at him, she knelt down, knelt down at Yan Jue's feet, took his other hand and said: "Master, hit me, I... I just want to be here with you, not going anywhere .”

"you……"

Yan Jue didn't say anything, and coughed violently again.In the end, he was exhausted from coughing, so he stopped talking altogether, and leaned against the wall and began to gasp for air.

Seeing the opportunity, Xue Lan got up and hugged him.Yan Jue's eyes froze, and he tried to stop them. The two of them pushed and shoved for a long time, but neither of them dared to show any brute force. In the end, Xue Lan was the one who was the better, and grabbed Yan Jue and put him on his lap. Wrapped in a quilt, I couldn't escape if I wanted to escape immediately.

Yan Jue finally stopped coughing, but he was still angry and refused to talk to him.Xue Lan tilted her head slightly, and could see his chest rising and falling when he was angry. His snow-white skin, long black hair, and warm and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were just like the young man in white who was reading and writing under the candlelight.

Fast forward to 17 years.Yan Jue's appearance didn't change much, but as time passed, he gradually became haggard and thinner.Xue Lan's heart was a little hot because of seeing it, and she almost couldn't help it. She lowered her head and wanted to kiss him, but Yan Jue turned her head away again, and the kiss fell gently on his side cheek, which was very soft to the touch.

The two sat hugging each other for a while, and after a long time, the fire in Yan Jue's heart slowly subsided.After a while of silence, he turned back and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is the injury on your back...healed?"

"It's okay, I'm strong." Xue Lan said with lowered eyes, "It's you..."

Yan Jue interrupted him: "Turn around and let me have a look."

Xue Lan paused for a moment, then quickly let go of him, and turned around obediently.Yan Jue reached out to untie his belt, one layer after another, uncovering his thin robe, as if peeling a bamboo shoot.After removing the last layer of soft and close-fitting underwear, one can clearly see the long brown scar, which almost splits life in half.

Fortunately, the treatment after the incident was still timely, and the excessive overflow of blood did not cause deeper trauma to him.

Yan Jue lowered his head and stared at the wound for a long time without speaking, or even making any corresponding expressions.Xue Lan was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so she rustled and wanted to close the robe, but Yan Jue gently grabbed her hand just half way up.

Xue Lan turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Jue couldn't speak, his expression was uglier than crying.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine." Xue Lan let him strip naked, before she had time to put on her clothes, she opened her arms and hugged him.

Two severely disabled people, one with a scar on his back, and the other coughing and panting, stick together to comfort each other and keep each other warm. The scene is bitter and strange.

Seeing that Yan Jue was coughing all the time, Xue Lan couldn't help but check the temperature on his forehead.When he touched it, it was cool, and he didn't seem to have a fever, so he asked him in a low voice, "What's the matter with you? Why are you coughing so badly?"

"It's okay." Yan Jue shook his head, and said in a low voice, "I hurt my ribs, and it will be fine after a few days."

Xue Lan was startled, and immediately changed her face: "... What did Wen Pianhong do?"

"Ah."

"No, I have to see... is it broken or what?"

Xue Lan couldn't help but immediately go to tear off his clothes.Yan Jue didn't hide from him either. Was it the little explosive/powder bag that was about to die when he touched it? Now he looked weak, and said without any strength: "...It seems to be broken. His palm, the original It was trying to hurt my heart, but fortunately it missed, and only one rib was damaged."

Xue Lanyin unbuttoned his clothes and saw that it was indeed the case. There was a piece on the left heart that was slightly deformed, slightly sunken, and there were large bruises on the part.Just looking at it like this, Xue Lan was tightly twisted in a ball because of her heart, and she felt extremely uncomfortable after a while.

"Can this be raised?" He said incoherently, "This...how can this be raised?"

Yan Jue glanced at him coldly: "Don't make me angry, and you will be able to support me."

"I won't mess with you... I won't mess with you again." Xue Lan surrendered with both hands.In the end, he still couldn't hold back those claws, leaned over, lightly touched Yan Jue's ribs, and said cautiously, "Does it hurt?"

Yan Jue shrank back, suppressed his throat and scolded: "Don't touch it! How could it not hurt?"

Xue Lan immediately withdrew her paws and raised them up high: "...I'm sorry!"

Yan Jue turned his body sideways, turned his head to signal him to go out: "Hurry up and go back, don't make trouble here!"

Xue Lan shook her head vigorously, and was still thinking about the soul-sending curse on Yan Jue, so she never dared to ask.He said too many irrelevant things, and he just wanted to find an excuse to stay by his side.

Yan Jue was still stubborn, seeing Guang say no, he simply waved his hand to chase him away.

The clothes of both of them were open, one was looser than the other, Yan Jue slapped him, and the blowing wind could blow up Xue Lanyin's obscene clothes.However, because Xue Lan didn't dare to fight back, she was in a hurry, so she threw herself on the bed, and all the soft pillows rolled down the bed, making a mess.

Yan Jue was about to open his mouth to scold, when suddenly there was a soft knock outside the window, and the door creaked and pushed inward.

Both master and apprentice turned their heads at the same time, and saw that Yi Shangxian was standing there motionless, and Fang's leg that was about to step over the threshold froze in mid-air in embarrassment, and he did not step in.