I am the real person of Yuding

Chapter 172
A small courtyard rises out of thin air, and an old tree grows against the wind.

That place resembles the scenery on Yuquan Mountain very much.

Yang Jian hugged Qingyu, and he remembered that he had hugged her too long ago. At that time, the master was as light and soft as now, but she was either asleep or in a coma at that time, and there was no expression on her face. Today's formality.

No, I'd better not yell, or I will really look like a little girl being molested, I have to hold back!My foot is injured, it's okay to hug myself as a disciple, just be calm, be calm...

Qingyu held the clothes on Yang Jian's arm with one hand, and looked a little at a loss with the other hand. Just outside the barrier, she saw the woman in the green shirt and Yang Jian behaving intimately, but now it was difficult to look directly into Yang Jian's eyes.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"Is Master afraid of me?"

"Ah?" Qingyu realized that Yang Jian had already placed her on the bamboo chair under the tree, and she was still walking around, holding Yang Jian's lapel.

"How come? I... just haven't seen you for a long time, and I feel that you have changed a lot." Qingyu turned her head, and the pain in her feet became more and more serious.

Yang Jian leaned down and cast a spell on the flesh and blood, but the spell didn't seem to be of any use to the sapphire.

"How could this be? How could it be..." Yang Jian was anxious and looked at his palm.

"Yang Jian, do you know where this is?" Qingyu asked with a sigh.

"Here...is..." Yang Jian couldn't say it out. From the beginning to the end, he didn't think about this question. He couldn't answer Qingyu's sudden question. His mind was confused and he began to feel a dull pain. .

"Then do you remember what you did just now?"

He asked again, and was stunned again.

"What have I... done?"

It's not that Yang Jian can't answer this question, but he doesn't dare to answer it, killing, and having feelings that shouldn't be there...

"Master, is this disciple in a dream?" Yang Jian got up and went to the water tank next to him, moved the water tank directly to the side of Qingyu, scooped up cold water, and wanted to clean up Qingyu's wound. Since spells don't work, he can only use mortal methods .

Qingyu looked up at him, and then her eyes fell with Yang Jian's crouching figure.

"Only in the dream, the master will call the disciple's name and talk to the disciple..."

Yang Jian put Qingyu's feet into the water, and the blood melted, Qingyu's brows softened a little. Although this is true in the mirror world, the damage to himself is difficult to eliminate.

"Yang Jian, there are many things in the past. I didn't mean to hide them from you. You don't need to be too obsessed with these things in your dreams. What Master did and suffered was not for you, Yang Jian, but for my disciples! It would be for anyone I would do it alone."

"Besides, Yang Jian, you should remember that you are my disciple, and you will only be my disciple..." When Qingyu said this, Yang Jian's face became hot unconsciously.

His body shook, and he raised his head in disbelief: "Master... this is my dream? Are you Master!?"

"Well, this is your dream, and I don't belong in this dream, which is why you can't heal my injury."

"But why is Master in my dream?"

"Teacher, let's see what ridiculous dreams you are having." Qingyu's eyes sank.

"It's really a good apprentice I taught, killing endlessly, deceiving the master..."

"Master..." Yang Jian knelt down: "I know I made a mistake, so I ask Master to punish me."

"Get up." Qingyu lightly held Yang Jian's arm and said solemnly: "Yang Jian, you have to remember that when cultivating immortals, the most important thing is not the size of the ability, but the pure and kind heart! I am ashamed to be a teacher, and I am afraid that what I say is empty words. I can't set an example , I missed you."

"Master... this disciple knows the kindness of Master's painstaking teaching, can you let it go? Why let it go!? Master asked me to let go, and I will do as Master said, but the past has penetrated into my bone marrow like a knife and an axe. , how can you let it go lightly?"

"Hey - you have stayed on Yuquan Mountain for too long, you should go down the mountain to have a look, you should go to the Three Realms, to see the scenery on the other side, to see the mundane world, to see birth, old age, sickness and death, to see joy, sorrow and joy, Perhaps, one day, you will realize what it means to let go."

Qingyu lowered her head, seeing the basin of water stained red by her own blood, her thoughts surged, let it go! ?She didn't seem to do it either, so how could she force others?
"Master, is he going to drive me away? Master... don't want disciples anymore?" Yang Jian's voice trembled.

"Oh, don't you want to compete with Wei Shi for the dojo?" Qingyu smiled reluctantly and said, "I have... nothing to teach you, Yang Jian, you have already left the teacher."

"Master—disciple..." Yang Jian didn't say it, but he didn't want to leave her after saying that.

"Go to the Three Realms, do what you can, and break out of your own world."

"Disciple...understand..." Yang Jian clenched his fists tightly, then knelt down and said: "Disciple thanks Master for your kindness."

Qingyu didn't stop her, bowed once, bowed twice...

Suddenly a black shadow condensed behind Yang Jian, and a cold blade stabbed towards Yang Jian——

"Yang Jian--"

Before he had time to think about whether this scene was real or not, whether it was a fantasy or a dream, Qingyu pushed Yang Jian aside, Yang Jian was frightened by Qingyu's sudden movement, before he could react, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

"prick--"

"Master—"

It was his three-pointed double-edged knife, and it was piercing Qingyu's chest right now, nailing Qingyu to the ground heavily, and the green shirt fainted into a red one.

Behind him, a man in black clothes curled his lips and smiled: "Master—oh, Yang Jian, kill her, and I will protect you!"

Yang Jian rushed to Qingyu's side, his hands trembling as he tried to pull out the weapon, tears poured out uncontrollably.

The man behind him stretched out his hand to call, and the cold weapon left his body. Qingyu couldn't help but twitched her body. She was almost out of strength now. Yang Jian hurriedly helped her into his arms, but the blood still couldn't stop gushing out.

Your uncle, Yang Jian, do you hate me so much in your dream? I was dead in your dream?
The man in black clothes stepped forward a few steps, Yang Jian looked anxiously, but froze in place again.

That person actually looks exactly like him!
"Who are you?"

"Hehehe... As you can see, I am you! What you dare not do, I will do it for you in the future. If you don't want her to die, I will help you revive her and stay by my side to serve you Whether it's a prisoner? Or imprisoned by your side, it's up to you."

Yang Jian summoned Xiaojiao and swung his saber, but the man also blocked it with his saber.

"What? Are you angry? It's okay to be angry. The more angry you are, the stronger I will become. I wanted to kill you and take this body directly. Now it seems that it is a bit troublesome."

"Heavenly Eye!" Yang Jian opened his third eye, wanting to see what the man was transformed into.

Unexpectedly, that person also opened his third eye?

"Forget it...she is dying. After she dies, you will be very sad, and you will be even more angry. At that time, I will be stronger." After saying that, the man turned around and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)