Yun Chang'an was not actually angry at Chang Ming and the others.

He was just venting his powerless anger.

It is indeed impossible for a child of a family who is used to seeing golden flowers, silver willows and colorful willows to be as well-informed and determined as a monk.

Not to mention him, even Nie Emei was greatly impacted, bowed her head with her sword in her arms, and remained silent.

On the contrary, Cong Rong stretched out his hand and patted Yun Changan's shoulder lightly, as if silently comforting him.

Yun Changan's sobs gradually died down.

"How are you?"

Yunhai's voice was like a whisper, but it sounded very far away to Chang Ming.

He shook his head, unable to speak.

After the Sifei sword returned to its old master, it has been feeding back with spiritual power. It seems to know that Changming's body cannot withstand the surging waves, so it can only nourish and repair the damaged meridians and internal organs in such a slow way. .

The eyes shuttled around, and Yun Hai's gaze finally fell on the opponent's hand.

That hand, even though it was wrapped with a cloth strip, blood was still oozing out, and the cloth on the palm had been dyed red.

Under the cover of the cloth strips, there was a mass of blood and flesh.

Chang Ming's fingers are not very flexible, and they will twitch involuntarily when they move slightly.

For ordinary people, half of their hands may have been disabled long ago. For monks, this is also not an injury that is easy to heal.

But this kind of pain is nothing compared to other injuries on the body.

Changming closed his eyes and rested his mind, letting the spiritual power of Sifeijian come from his palm, gently comforting, flowing through all limbs.

Will sleep but not sleep, mental coma.

He felt the strip of cloth being undone in his other hand.

Only Yunhai would make such an action.

But if the other party wanted to kill him, he would never do it at this time.

It is also impossible to start by unraveling the strips.

When the hand felt tingling and itching, Chang Ming opened his eyes.

Yun Hai was lowering his head, licking the palm of his hand one by one.

Concentrate, be serious, and have no distractions.

The dried blood was licked clean by him, and the fresh blood was also quickly licked off.

The hideous wounds were exposed on the surface, criss-crossing and shocking.

Chang Ming twitched his hand back, but didn't twitch.

He coughed twice: "Let go."

Yunhai: "I haven't found a clean water source for a while, so the wound will heal faster."

Calm and composed, his face was as usual, which even made Chang Ming wonder if there had been some new fashions that he didn't know about in the past few decades, just like hairpin flowers were popular among men in the early days of the previous dynasty, while other gauzes were popular in the later period. This is an expression of friendship between monks The way?

He couldn't help looking at Nie Emei.

The latter was staring blankly at them, seeing Chang Ming's gaze, couldn't help but blush first, and don't move.

Changming...

His own old face is comparable to a city wall, but it hasn't changed a bit.

"What about your way of respecting a teacher?"

"I've already betrayed my teacher!" Yun Hai snorted, "He hates you so much, you must not have had such a temper before, now you're pretending to be ashamed!"

As if deliberately provoking, he deliberately lowered his head again and licked the newly bleeding wound again.

Since he was powerless to resist, Chang Ming simply continued to close his eyes and meditate.

"I used to be strict."

Yun Hai: "How strict is the law?"

Chang Ming: "The four people under my sect, if they make a mistake, they will kneel outside the gate overnight. My three apprentices, Zhou Ke, were reprimanded by me several times just because they were not as talented as you and Sun Buku. Afterwards, I practiced magic skills in private, and I was expelled from the sect in the end. As for the second grandson, isn’t he bitter? Zhou Ke can be extreme and stubborn, but Sun Buku is a smiling tiger.”

Yun Hai: "People like this tend to do well. But if that's the case, why were you expelled from the school? It can't be because you laugh too much, right?"

Chang Ming: "His pursuit of fame and fortune in Buddhism has far surpassed cultivation itself."

Yun Hai raised his eyebrows, and asked sarcastically, "People outside Fang are also keen on fame and fortune?"

Chang Ming: "What's so strange? Fame and fortune, no one has been able to escape through the ages. Even if a monk practices hard, it is not for the sake of one day ascending to the Tao. Falling into the abyss of Chanti because of pursuing fame and fortune, I thought that such a disciple was worthless, so I let him go away on his own."

Yun Hai: "And then, what happened to him?"

Chang Ming: "He was in Qingyun Temple, and he was already the leader of the temple at that time, but I expelled him from the sect, so he had to start all over again. After the accident in Wanshen Mountain, I didn't deliberately inquire about it. I don't know what happened to him."

Yun Hai thought to himself that it is no wonder that all the apprentices turned against each other, and Sun Buku must have hated his master to the core.

"Do you have another apprentice?"

Chang Ming: "You mean Song Nanyan?"

Yun Hai: "You came up with the names of these people?"

Chang Ming: "Not bad."

Yunhai: "What is the implication of Song Nanyan?"

Chang Ming: "He talks too much nonsense all day long, I want him to be quiet."

Sea of ​​clouds: ...

He suddenly understood the feelings of those four apprentices.

After becoming famous, he hasn't killed his master, maybe it's just because his master is much better than them.

"Then, what about Yun Weisi?"

Chang Ming lazily said: "What's the benefit of lovesickness, it's better not to think about it. When he came to apprentice, he said that he wanted to abandon his previous name and focus on Daoism, so I gave him such a name."

Yun Hai said: "Sure enough, the thoughts you put on him are beyond the reach of others. I really suspect that the other three apprentices of yours hate you to the bone because of jealousy and injustice."

Chang Ming smiled slightly: "Are you jealous? You are also my beloved apprentice. As a teacher, I don't mind giving you a new name. The sea of ​​clouds is a bit monotonous, and I am incompatible with you. How about calling me Yun Xingan? "

Sea of ​​clouds: ...

Just looking at this person's nonsense, I really can't see that he was serious and harsh on his disciples in the past.

He suddenly smiled and leaned forward.

"I don't want to be called Yun Xingan."

Yun Hai spoke softly, and paused every word: "You can call it Yun Nianming? You can't forget, Jiufang Changming, living to see people, dying to see corpses."

The Tao is one foot tall, and the demon is one foot tall. Even though he is as thick-skinned as Changming, his hairs stand on end when he hears it.

Before the word corpse fell, a hand stretched out from behind.

Appeared out of nowhere, silently.

At the same time, it was Nie Emei who screamed.

"Be careful!"

With the position she was sitting in, it was too late to rescue her.

The sharp nails almost touched Yun Hai's shoulder, the latter turned around almost at the same time, and Chun Chaojian made a move.

The opponent was forced to fully reveal and retreat.

This is a lot of steps back.

"Stop it, I'm not here to kill you!"

Chun Chaojian paused, the tip of the sword trembled but his body did not move.

"Say."

Yun Hai's complexion was as cold as ice, he was no longer flirtatious and flirtatious just now.

"Give you three breaths."

In front of him was the demon that attacked Chen Ting before and fled in a hurry.

At this time, the other party was quite different from before. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, only the red scales on his face and the back of his hands could make people recognize his identity.

"They want to kill me, I want to cooperate with you, I can tell you many things you don't know, the premise is that you help me!"

Chang Ming: "Things we don't know, what do you mean?"

Demon: "The massacre in Yuru Town was actually to collect souls to refine the Soul Gathering Orb. The more dead people, the greater the resentment, the stronger the Soul Gathering Orb."

Chang Ming said lightly: "We already know these things, I hope you can tell us something more useful."

He was sitting on the ground, looking weak, but the Sifei sword in front of him was moaning and trembling, as if it was always ready to protect the Lord.

The demon said: "Wanshen Mountain, they made a living sacrifice there, summoned me and some of my companions from the abyss, and told us that they hoped to completely break the seal of Wanshen Mountain and unite people and demons. From then on, we can be free." There are no restrictions on coming and going between the world, the premise is to help them collect resentful souls to refine the soul-gathering beads, and use the heaven-defying formation to break the seal."

Yun Hai sneered: "They say that, you believe it? It's too naive."

Anger flashed across the other side.

"We have no choice. The dark abyss is too bitter, it's barren and cold, and the gods can't stay for long. The world is our yearning, and this is the only chance."

Yun Hai: "Then why did you go back on your word?"

Demon: "Because of the massacre in Yuru Town, they need a murderer, and I am the one who takes the place of death. I don't want to die, but I can't defeat them by myself. I need a partner. Only you can survive, and I have to help you secretly." Because of this, I have helped you deal with many undead people transformed by monks, otherwise you will not go so smoothly, I think you all know it in your heart."

Chang Ming said: "Them you are talking about, besides Chi Bijiang, the owner of Wanxiang Palace, who else?"

Demon: "Situ Wanhe, there is another one who always wears a cloak to cover his face. I don't know."

Chang Ming: "Where is Chen Ting? You colluded with him before, pretending to kill him, and led me out of the city on purpose."

"Chen Ting?" The other party frowned, "I don't know his name, he claims to be Chi Bijiang's emissary, and Situ Wanhe also acquiesced in his identity."

Chang Ming was silent for a moment, then slowly asked: "What's your name?"

Asking the name means agreeing to reach a preliminary cooperation, and the other party breathes a sigh of relief.

As Yunhai put down the Chunchao sword, he also put away his guard posture.

"Hidden sky."

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Small theater unrelated to the main text:

Changming: Yun Xingan.

Yun Weisi:? ? ?

Yun Changan: Your master is calling you!

Yun Weisi: What happened when I fell asleep? !