Fairy, you have strayed into the devil's cave

If the fairy was in this snowy scene, she would only wear a thinner and more graceful gauze, which would be enough to keep out the cold wind.

Ye Zhongyuan did not fly directly to where he wanted to go. He walked on the snowy path, recalling every detail of his life with his master in the sect over the years.

His feet left footprints on the snow, extending forward step by step, but not even a snowflake fell on his body, he was relaxed and free.

He still remembered that he walked on this road more than a thousand years ago. The heavy snow changed the color of his clothes. He was breathing out hot air and mist in the cold night, moving forward with difficulty.

His senior sisters and brothers didn't know why he practiced so hard, only the master knew that he must have a goal in his heart.

Because the master is just like him, they are both people abandoned in the snow, and what they least want in their lives is to lose to the white sand in the sky.

Ye Zhongyuan was walking on the road, when suddenly he stopped and looked at a spiritual tree next to him.

At some point, a spirit bird with a sharp beak flew over, grabbed the forked branch with its claws, and pecked at it roughly.

The spiritual power in the spiritual tree was slightly swaying, as if it was resisting and rebelling, but how could such a weak spiritual power have any effect on the spiritual bird?

The spirit bird began to become more and more aggressive, pecking at the hole in the spirit tree, causing the snow-white branches of the spirit tree to tremble in pain.

Ye Daozi looked at the spiritual bird with some nostalgia. In the past, there were many such birds near the Bi Yu Han Palace, but they were both harmful and beneficial birds. His senior sisters and brothers often had to drive away these spiritual birds without hurting them.

Ye Zhongyuan only stopped for a moment, and the magical protection on his body dissipated, allowing the vast white snow under the night sky to fall on him. He felt the past, with a smile on his face, and walked towards the deep palace.

People today are no longer the young people they were back then. If they walk the same path they walked back then, all they have left is nostalgia.

He still remembered that when his master saw him covered in snow, he personally put a spiritual robe on him.

He still keeps that spiritual robe well until now, waiting for the day when he and his master become Taoist partners, and then he can take it out and show it to his master on their wedding night.

Ye Zhongyuan had a smile full of beautiful memories on his lips as he walked through the vast snow and woods, and finally came to the front of the cold palace.

Biyuhan Palace.

Ye Zhongyuan looked at the gate plaque made of ice and blue water outside the palace, and looked at the four familiar words, and a smile appeared on his face again.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the cold and deserted palace in front of him where only one person lived.

"Ah~"

Suddenly, a light and beautiful voice came from the deep palace in front of him. The voice was like the sound made when a person's most sensitive soft spot was touched, and the owner of this voice was the owner of the palace under the snow curtain.

Ye Zhongyuan paused. When he heard the voice, he couldn't believe it and his face turned pale in an instant.

Just because in that soft moan, he also faintly heard a man's laughter.

He came to the outside of the palace gate and reached out to push open the door, but his movement paused for a moment.

At that moment, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of this great monk in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

He was afraid. He was afraid that his master, whom he had waited for for more than a thousand years and who in his eyes was purer than snow plum and lotus, would really be like the voice said, having sex with another man.

No, that can't be true.

Something must have gone wrong there.

Ye Zhongyuan shook his head repeatedly, his face pale. He still had illusions in his heart, thinking that this was just a joke, the voices there were fake, and the people inside were fake.

His master, the white-robed swordsman who had lived in a dream for a thousand years, had preserved his innocence for a thousand years for the sake of his master. He was the most beautiful uncut jade, the purest snow plum in East Shenzhou!

Ye Zhongyuan stood outside the palace for a long time, motionless like a statue. However, the sound did not stop, but became more and more intense. When it came out again, Pei Shiyu's voice was louder, and the man's laughter was still there.

Ye Zhongyuan's heart finally broke. He raised his hand and swung it out. The next moment, the magic circle of the palace was broken.

He pushed open the door of the palace, stepped in, walked into this palace with a history of more than a thousand years, and walked quickly towards Pei Shiyu's bedroom.

However, everything he expected may not have happened. The voice did not disappear. After he came in, the voice was still coming, and as the distance got closer, he could already hear the sound of applause.

Ye Zhongyuan's face turned pale. No, how could this be possible!

He came to the door of the dormitory he had been to countless times, and with trembling hands, he gently pushed open the door in front of him. The sounds of men and women making love could be heard continuously.

However, what appeared before him was a screen, and inside the screen, two entangled figures could be vaguely seen.

Yu Daozi watched the scene with a pale face. He heard Pei Shiyu's voice that was still ringing in his ears. He stared blankly at the two people vaguely visible on the screen. His knees suddenly lost strength and he knelt down powerlessly.

"Haha, if you keep going like this, you'll get pregnant, Master."

A man's frivolous voice came, and that voice was so familiar.

"It doesn't matter."

Pei Shiyu's voice was still extremely cold, as if everything was not what she wanted, but she had no intention of resisting.

"Haha, actually you were already pregnant in the Sword Master Secret Realm a month ago, right? Don't worry, I will be careful and will definitely not hurt our child."

"hurry up!"

"Do you despise me so much? I'm your man, Master. Hahahaha, alright, alright, I'll be quick, Master."

Ye Zhongyuan looked at the two blurry figures on the screen and listened to the man's powerful and rhythmic voice, his mind going blank.

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Chapter 118: Crazy discussion with Master ~ Hey, why does Senior Brother look like a person on the side of the road?

"Oh...haha, you are awesome, Master~"

The dirty words continued to come to his ears. The sound was like countless needles, piercing Ye Zhongyuan's ears, into his chest, and into his heart.

Ye Zhongyuan felt as uncomfortable as if he had been electrocuted. He covered his heart with his hands, feeling extremely painful.

This voice...

The man on Master's body at this moment is actually that loser!?

How is this possible! How is this possible!!!

Isn’t that Master’s new disciple?

Isn't he a complete loser!?

Aren’t they a master-disciple relationship?!

Master... How could Master possibly compromise with such a scumbag kid who was only in the Foundation Establishment Stage? He endured the humiliation of his dirty words, but did not expel him from his body or kill him, but let him play with him.

Ye Zhongyuan knelt on the ground, his mind blank for a long time. He couldn't figure out that his master might be the white-robed sword immortal.

His master was once painted by the Saint of Painting, leaving behind a Thousand Years of Dream Painting that has been passed down for a thousand years. Even now, the painting is still collected in the True Immortal Museum of the East China Sea Immortal Alliance, allowing countless later immortal cultivators to observe it.

Master's reputation was spotless even when our great-grandmaster was around, but now, at this very moment... he was having an affair with a kid who was at the foundation-building stage.

Why! Why!

Isn't he just a piece of trash who's only in the middle stage of foundation building? Why is this happening?! ! ! !

Ye Zhongyuan listened to the man's comfortable voice, as if he was possessed. He reached out and grabbed his head, pulling out two hands of hair. The cold wind blew, and his hair was already disheveled.

In just a blink of an eye, this man who once had an immortal appearance and was full of vigor and vitality, and was the only great immortal cultivator in the God Transformation Stage among the billions of people in East Shenzhou, now looked like a mad beggar, with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.

He knelt at the door of his master's bedroom, in front of the screen that blocked the obscene words between his master and the new scumbag disciple. He even forgot who he was and where he was. It was as if the world had collapsed, and he was left with his eyes wide open and his mouth open, a look of despair and numbness on his face.

Everything he once believed in, the chaste master he had pursued his entire life, at this moment, her innocence was being wantonly snatched away and tarnished by a well-known lustful man until nothing remained.

Even through the screen, you can hear the man breathing out a sigh. Just by listening to the sigh, you can't tell how relaxed and refreshed he is at this moment.

The man didn't let go of the Master. Through the screen, one could vaguely see him holding the Master's white and tender feet, then lowering his head towards them.

Ye Zhongyuan stared at the scene blankly. If... if that person was him, he didn't know how perfect his life would be at this moment. However, there is no if in this world.

Two lines of blood and tears silently burst out from Ye Zhongyuan's eyes and dripped from his chin. At this moment, he didn't know how many years he had aged, and his whole body became listless in just a moment.

He slumped down, his eyes a little dazed. After a moment, he heard the sound of his master wiping with a towel.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the sky and the earth changed. The surroundings seemed to shrink into an inch. Ye Zhongyuan, who was kneeling on the ground, was just blown lightly by the wind and went out of the bedroom.

Ye Zhongyuan knelt in the deep palace courtyard in front of his bedroom, still tearing out his hair, his face numb, as if he were a dead person.

He used to be worried about the relationship between his master and his great-grandmaster, fearing that one day his master and his great-grandmaster would break through that barrier and the distance between them would be gone. By then, his innocent and beautiful master would become someone else's woman.

He lived in fear until the day when his master passed away in seclusion and his master remained innocent.

That day he thought that everything was fine and safe, that Master's innocence could not be taken away by anyone else, and that everything that belonged to Master would be his in the end.

That day, he imagined that he and his master would become an immortal couple. On his wedding night with the stunning master, his master's blood would surely be as bright red as red flowers. At that time, he would hug his master happily, take out the little things full of memories that his master had given him in the past, and recall the life they had experienced together with his master.

As a disciple, he could also make his master feel ashamed as he pleased, and let her beautiful face, which was as beautiful as the moonlight from the Moon Palace in the sky falling on the earth, reveal a hint of anger and shyness in front of him.

They will also give birth to the fruit of their love, a boy and two girls, three little ones, and raise them up. Then they will pass on the Yuling Sword Sect, and he and his master will travel around freely.

I dare not imagine what a beautiful scene that would be.

But now, all of this is gone!

They all belong to others!

A month ago, she had committed adultery with a scumbag in the wild in the Sword Master Secret Realm. The blood that represented her chastity was scattered on the ground and was nowhere to be found, and her innocence was also tarnished.

Ye Zhongyuan looked up at the night sky covered with white snow. His face, which once looked like an immortal and outstanding person, was now wrinkled into a mask of pain.

He raised his hands as if he wanted to crush the sad snow curtain, as if he wanted to shatter the cold night sky, like a stray dog, unable to bear it and burst into tears.

The sorrow of his cry makes people sigh at the pain that runs deep into the bone marrow of this world.

At this moment, in this snowy night with white sand, there is a brightly lit hall, still holding the lively ceremony with bright lights.

Countless immortals were still laughing and talking happily. They were unaware of what was happening in the deep palace behind the snow curtain. They were still drinking, having fun and chatting happily.

This grand ceremony was personally organized by Ye Zhongyuan.

The lively noise and the howling in the snow echo each other. The happier the people are, the more miserable the people are.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ye Zhongyuan’s face was left with numbness. He knelt in the yard in front of the house, like a walking corpse, with a dazed look in his eyes.

The anger in his chest had been replaced by pain. This heart-wrenching and bone-eating pain had torn his soul apart and left him with no strength left in his body.

"Squeak..."

At this moment, the bedroom door that had just been closed was gently pushed open.

A figure in flowing white clothes walked out of the room and stepped into the snow. The cold and beautiful fairy was still cold after being baptized by the man, as if everything that had just happened was fake.

This stunningly beautiful and innocent fairy in white seems to be the same white-robed swordsman who is not polluted by the world.

She just stood in the yard in front of the house, facing Ye Zhongyuan who was kneeling in the yard like a stray dog, and looked at the evergreen red willow tree in the yard in front of the house that was over a thousand years old.

She is still so cool, noble, unique, so dazzling, and so glaring.

Everything Ye Zhongyuan had believed in before became so ironic at this moment.

"why."

Ye Zhongyuan raised his head numbly, looking at the cool and graceful figure he had been waiting for for more than a thousand years. At this moment, he even seemed to see a baby in his master's belly, as if there was a baby growing healthily with the nutrients provided by his master.

Faced with the questioning of his former disciple, the once world-famous white-robed swordsman fell silent for a moment.

She looked at the evergreen ancient tree in front of her, and recalled that her master had planted this tree with her.

There was no expression on Pei Shiyu's face that shouldn't be there. She was still the cold and aloof swordsman in white, but the world had changed.

"As a teacher, I need someone to rely on."

Her voice was calm and cold, still like a white plum blossom growing alone on the cold snowy peak, standing against the wind and snow.

"Why is it him? Master, why can't this person be me?"

Ye Zhongyuan asked in a hesitant voice.

"Because he is the only one who can be my support."

Pei Shiyu replied calmly but ruthlessly.

"Just relying on him, a kid who's not even a Golden Core?"

Ye Zhongyuan asked again, unable to understand.

"Yes."

However, the response to Ye Zhongyuan was still the cold and calm voice of his master.

"Why should he!?"

Ye Zhongyuan asked unwillingly, he was the one who was in the Spirit Transformation Realm, he was the strongest person in East Shenzhou, he was the ruler of this world!

Pei Shiyu was silent for a moment. Finally, she turned her beautiful face to look at him and said, "Just because his father is a Lianxu Zun."

Yu Daozi originally planned to unleash his cultivation in the God Transformation Stage at this point to let everyone in the entire East Shenzhou know who is the master of East Shenzhou, but after hearing Pei Shiyu's words, his eyes widened, his breath stagnated, his body completely stiffened in place, and he remained in a kneeling position with an expression of disbelief on his face.