Three days later, the day of Yan Jinhuaâs trial arrived.
When he was pushed up, Yan Jinhua looked as if he had lost his strength, fell limply to his knees, then âbarelyâ managed to support himself, raised his head, looked fearlessly straight at the superior Chi Yunzi, and said in a hoarse voice: âI, Yan Jinhua, pay my respects to my master.â
In just a few days, however, the downed dog surrounded by the crowds of ugly people changed from Duan Shujue to him.
Wen Yujing was still recovering from his injuries, so Duan Shujue came to the trial in his place.
Yan Jinhua is calm on the surface, but his heart is on fire.
What he has experienced in the past few days is a good illustration of what it means to fight to turn a jeep into a motorbike and to fight to turn a motorbike into a flying pigeon.
Itâs not a great feeling when you think youâve got a chokehold on your opponent and youâre ready for a KO, but then they pull out a gun and blow you away with a bang.
But Yan Jinhua doesnât think heâll be dogged so easily.
In the few days he spent upstairs at the Moon, he had already written a complete draft.
So Wen Yujing has brought a demonâs head to us, and thatâs ironclad evidence?
Iâve never had any positive collusion with those demons, not even in correspondence, so who can Wen Yujing convict based on red lips?
Besides, in his absence today, Iâm afraid Chi Yunzi doesnât intend to take him at face value.
With this in mind, Yan Jinhua has gained some strength and looks completely aggrieved, but he canât help but grumble in his heart.
Itâs about time this damn system came back, isnât it?
Itâs my bad luck that Iâve met a high roller in this game, so Iâll admit it, okay?
Anyway, he got nothing out of it and was tired of playing, so it was always okay for this system to pick itself up and go to the next world, right?
Yan Jinhua thought for a while before he realised that Chi Yunzi had only told him to kneel in public and had not said a word since the chimes of the public trial had been rung.
He peeked at Chi Yunzi for a few moments, but found that his face was not happy or angry, only quietly staring at him.
Yan Jinhua had a hunch that something was not quite right with the public trial as he had imagined.
As the minutes ticked by and a hot sweat trickled down the corner of Yan Jinhuaâs forehead, Chi Yunzi finally spoke up.
He said, â Yan Jinhua .â
Yan Jinhua, with a jolt of energy, immediately shot up and went over his belly script in his head again, âYes, Master.â
Chi Yunzi asked, âI wonder how many years have passed since you entered the mountain?â
Yan Jinhua crouched respectfully on the ground, eyes darting and sweating, wondering what this melodramatic opening statement was all about. Nostalgia for the past? An emotional climb?
After some deliberation, he chose to follow the snake and said eagerly, âYes, I have been in the mountain for many years and have suffered the kindness of the master, I am grateful for it and will never â¦â¦â
Chi Yunzi lowered his eyes and stared at the back of the manâs neck where sweat was hidden: âIâm asking you a question.â
Yan Jinhua is full of compliments piled up in his throat: ââ¦â¦ ah?â
Chi Yunzi said, âLet me ask you, how many years have passed since you entered the mountain?â
Yan Jinhua was instantly creeped out, his hot sweat turning into cold sweat as drops fell onto the stone floor in front of him, quickly forming a small pool.
Experimenting with Yan Jinhua requires very little effort at all.
Yan Jinhua himself is a living human being, with his own origins and his own story, which is clearly registered on the ultimatum, in black and white, and cannot be argued with.
But how does one spend ink in The Sailor Moon to detail the life of a supporting character in a supporting role?
Chi Yunzi was not slow to ask three or four questions, and Yan Jinhuaâs carefully crafted script was ruined, sweating like a waterfall and revealing his true form.
He could not remember exactly when he entered the mountain, nor could he name the few friends who entered with him, and he even stammered when asked about his parentsâ names.
Yan Jinhua also knew that things were going to go badly, and when he couldnât answer two or three questions, he was too busy to say that he had been upstairs at the Moon for a long time and no one had spoken to him, so his mind was foggy and he asked the Master to understand.
Itâs just that the patch is a real disgrace.
Chi Yunzi was already suspicious, and now Yan Jinhua had revealed his weakness, how could he allow him to haunt his beloved pupil?
There is a similarity between the Daoist technique and the systemâs input of command data, so in a short time Yan Jinhuaâs spirit was caught out of the real Yan Jinhuaâs body like a chick.
The real Yan Jinhua whimpered and passed out, and was instantly stopped by Su Yun and taken back to his room to rest.
After a brief moment of confusion, the disciples in the audience were in collective uproar.
Senior Brother Banquet was taken over?
When did things start?
And in the midst of the hustle and bustle, Lou Yingâs voice rang out in Chi Xiaochiâs head, âYour idea really worked.â
Earlier, he escaped from the system, disrupting Yan Jinhuaâs plans and using his bureau to turn the tables on him, bringing to light that he had colluded with a demon cultivator, a true statement and a false one, successfully disrupting the situation and saving Chi Xiaochi from the bureau.
This method is effective, but the difficulty lies in how to finish it off.
After all, they had no real evidence of Yan Jinhuaâs intercourse with demon cultivators.
Once Chi Xiaochiâs move was made, it didnât matter whether Yan Jinhuaâs bad debt of collusion with outsiders was settled or not.
And by exposing the incident in public, Yan Jinhuaâs own reputation was cleared and preserved.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
In a dayâs time, all the disciples of the mountain will know that their Brother Feast is the most innocent person in the whole matter.
Chi Xiaochi did not respond, but did raise his eyebrows slightly in dejection.
He thought Lou Ying couldnât see it.
But Lou Ying, who is recovering from his injuries in Koushoufeng, has caught his childish little expression and wants to laugh and hug him a little.
Chi Yunzi, the superior, took the amulet into his hand and immediately sensed something odd.
This is a mortal spirit that has taken over the body?
Now, Chi Yunzi is a bit uncertain.
If this person is a demonic cultivator with evil intentions, he can be put directly into the furnace and burned in a fire.
But the person struggling in the talisman had no spiritual power, and although he did not know how he had taken his pupilâs body, he was indeed an ordinary person, and it was very likely that something had gone wrong and he had accidentally entered his body.
The lone soul was desperate, without magical power to protect his body, and suffering from the burning spell, he was rushing around inside, jumping and screaming.
Yan Jinhua was beaten back in public and rolled all over the floor as soon as he was freed, barely able to put out the flames on his body.
His hair was all burnt, his face, which had been quite handsome, was half ruined, and he was in a state of disarray, without a single inch on his body.
A disciple hurriedly threw his outer robe over to cover his body, so as not to frighten the female disciples present.
When he had caught his breath, Chi Yunzi slapped the case and said angrily, âHow did you take my pupilâs body?
Yan Jinhua knew he was finished and had no choice but to roll and crawl to the outside of the crowd in a desperate attempt to get a chance to survive.
Chi Yunzi was enraged by the fact that he had been possessed and had almost ruined his reputation, but he was also angry that this person had dared to take his discipleâs name and disturb the rules of the peak, which had almost caused a quarrel between the brothers. Beat him with a hundred sticks and take him to the Moon Tower! Iâll see how long heâll keep his mouth shut!â
The hundred sticks were a solid hit.
His torso was a paper man, and every stick that landed on his soul body was no worse than the pain of a direct bone break.
Yan Jinhua was trapped, crouched on the ground, wailing and unable to move, and could only move his body like a carp, trying to avoid the sticks, but there was no way to hide.
A large blot of blood gradually came out of the hindquarters, which were covered by the outer robe.
The last time he was punished, he had Yan Jinhuaâs cultivated body to shield him from the pain, but his original body was an ordinary person who had a stomachache even if he drank tap water, so he had never suffered such pain.
Chi Xiaochi moved at this point.
He walks towards Chi Yunzi and whispers a few words.
Chi Yunziâs face was a mixture of disgust and hesitation, and after some thought, he finally waved a hand and let him go.
Duan Shujue took an elixir from the pouch at his waist and walked down the steps to him, crouched down on one knee, pinched his mouth and forced it open.
After a single pill was fed, Yan Jinhuaâs breathing calmed down again and the pain that had been numbing became clearer.
He was in so much pain that he couldnât even speak, and his ears buzzed as if a cannonball had exploded in his ear-hole.
Duan Shujue stroked his shoulder, his tone as gentle and tolerant as ever: âBrother, the days are long, so be good and cherish yourself.â
This is the kind of sanctimonious tone Yan Jinhua once hated, but he got a little chill out of it.
Yan Jinhua nearly lost his breath: âYou â¦â¦â
Golden stars flew in front of his eyes, almost covering his field of vision.
Yan Jinhua thought of many things in a flash.
Duan Shujue was almost lucky to make it all the way to the end when he took the sword from the stone.
He had a good master who loved him and protected him in every way.
In Tokyu Mountain, he didnât want to make friends with someone else instead of a good mountain ghost inner elixir, and he actually got it.
Why should he be able to turn a bad thing into a good thing? Why canât he?
The chance that he had gone to so much trouble to take, why should he be able to take it lying down?
Is all this because he is the main character?
â¦â¦ just because heâs the lead!
Suddenly Yan Jinhua was overwhelmed with remorse, and his fingers clawed hard into the cracks in the floor tiles.
What was he thinking?
For such a man, he should have clung to the thigh!
In the midst of the pain, he caught a straw and refused to let it go, reaching out and tugging at his shirt: âShu Jie, Shu Jie, help me. I saved you in the first place, I adopted you for so many years, you canât leave me alone! You canât!â
Yan Jinhua bites off each word âIâ with the utmost precision, fearing that Duan Shujue might not hear it.
Donât you preach that you will repay a kindness? Arenât you a gentleman like a jade?
Then you have to save me!
You canât just leave your saviour alone, can you?
Duan Shujue took hold of his arms, which were scratching wildly, and whispered soothingly, âI know. I know all about it.â
Yan Jinhua, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, smiles a fluke smile.
However, in the next moment, Duan Shujue said, âI remember so clearly all the good things you have done for me, but do you still remember the revenge for killing my parents? And how do you intend to repay them?â
Yan Jinhuaâs heart suddenly clenched and he immediately tried to break free from Duan Shujueâs grip, averting his eyes, his face full of panic: âI didnât, I didnât do this!â
It wasnât his fault in the first place.
Duan Shujueâs parents would have died even if he hadnât intervened.
But such absurd arguments simply could not be uttered by him.
Chi Xiaochi crouches quietly in front of him, looking at him in a state of disarray, and smiles gently, not angry.
His right hand is padded on his knee.
If Duan Shujue wanted to, he could easily slit his throat with one finger of his sword.
But Duan Shujue doesnât seem to have any intention of doing anything about it.
Chi Xiaochi then felt something in his heart and stood up, âBecause of my kindness in the past, I did not kill you right away because I was already considerate. I hope that you will live a happy and safe life, and that you will never, ever see me again.â
With that, Chi Xiaochi turned around while asking in his mind, âAre you sure you wonât kill him yourself?â
âIt is not appropriate to do this in public for a decade of kindness.â Duan Shujue wrote on the inside of his robe sleeve, âA single stroke of the sword is also a way of cutting off the roots of his dust and relieving him of his illness. Now I only wish him to live forever and live a hundred years.â
Chi Xiaochi smiles.
In just over a year, Duan Shujue has grown rapidly.
Perhaps within five years of accompanying Ye Jiming in his training, Duan Shujue had outgrown his youthful ignorance.
He can be polite, he can be respectful, disciplined and cultivated, but he knows exactly how to use his abilities and who is worthy of his sincere treatment and protection.
The sword in his right hand and the scriptures in his left. The combination of compassion and thunder is what makes Duan Shujue what he is today.
Chi Xiaochi and Duan Shujue return to the summit after the public hearing.
When he returns, Ye Jiming, the snake, is confronting Wen Yujing, the milk cat, in bed.
Ye Jiming was afraid of attracting attention and did not dare to use his original form as a viper, so he took the form of a small snake, hissing and spitting its red letters, shaking its head left and right, trying to intimidate the white fluffy kitten in front of him.
The kitten at first just walks him around in circles, tilting his head absently to look at him, clearly far more interested in his soft paw pads than in Ye Jiming.
Ye Jiming became proud of himself and jerked his head, stretched his neck out in a majestic manner and came up to the little white cat: âSizzleâ¦â
Wen Yujing lifted his paw with a swift movement and stomped Ye Jimingâs head under his paw.
Ye Jiming : ââ¦â¦â
Annoyed by the stomp, he quickly broke free and opened his mouth to bite through.
Wen Yujing slapped its face to the side.
Before Ye Jiming could go mad, a hand came up and cupped his cheek.
He smelt a familiar smell and couldnât keep his mouth shut, so Ye Jimingâs tail grumbled and coiled around his wrist, wrapping around it several times before his anger subsided.
He struggled, âLet go of me! My Lord will devour it alive!â
Duan Shujue didnât say anything, just took the knuckle of his right middle finger and gently rubbed it against his jaw.
Ye Jiming felt more comfortable and less angry, lifting his neck in the direction of his fingers, thinking with indignation that this fish was pulling the strings and that it was an abomination and would be stewed and eaten one day.
Wen Yujing meowed and crouched by Chi Xiaochiâs hand.
Chi Xiaochi looks down at him.
For his part, he disguises himself as a hand warmer, cradling his wrist and cocking his head at Chi Xiaochi for a long, serious look before he curls his eyes and breaks into a smile.
Chi Xiaochi : ââ¦â¦â has been single for a long time, so itâs nice to look at a cat.
He put Ye Jiming, who had been thinking about fish stew, away and picked up the little ball of fluff, plucking away the fine, soft, pure white fluff, which was still mottled with scars.
Chi Xiaochi took the ointment and gently applied it to it.
The ointment was a little cold and probably painful on his upper body, but the cat in his arms was very good, not moving a muscle, not biting, not scratching, not pouting, lying obediently in his palm and letting him apply it, only touching the tip of his tail finger with his mouth at the end of the application, like an unintentional kiss.
Chi Xiaochi asks, âDoes it hurt?â
âOuch.â Lou Yingâs somewhat gentle and slightly helpless voice rang in his head.â Have a mouthful of sugar and take it easy.â
Chi Xiaochi didnât say anything, changed out of his coat and laid down with the cat in his arms, ready for his lunch break.
Since he was trying to hide, Lou Ying pretended not to hear his beating heart and snuggled under the covers against his shoulder, motionless as if she were asleep.
Chi Xiaochiâs shoulders are stiff, however.
Since their identities were revealed, Chi Xiaochi has not asked Lou Ying more questions, such as when and how Lou Ying knew she was Lou Ying, and why she had denied it before.
Chi Xiaochi guessed a few answers without bothering to ask.
He thinks it has something to do with Lord GOD and maybe a few of Lou Yingâs friends in the system.
To ask more questions is to cause more trouble.
Chi Xiaochiâs mind is quite capable of dealing with other peopleâs problems, but he has not yet figured out how to deal with his own.
He thought, âWhy is Lou always so good to him? So good that he couldnât help wanting more, wanting to dream.
Chi Xiaochi turned his back, not moving to avoid the warm kitten ball, and shushed slightly with a hot breath.
It is better to practice with the sword and to think blindly and barrenly than to practice with the sword.
He was about to get up when an arm came around behind him without warning and gently gripped his arm.
âDonât move.â Lou Yingâs voice then came from behind, âI have a few questions for you.â
â¦â¦ When did he take on human form?
Chi Xiaochi rolled the knot in his throat twice and let out a short airy sound, âHmm.â
Lou Ying herself is not too aggressive, her words are gentle and comforting all over, like warm water poured slowly over the heart, but ever so easily captures Chi Xiaochiâs heart, like a rabbitâs ear.
Chi Xiaochi turned his back on Lou Ying, who was sleeping under the same quilt with him, and wondered, in between pauses in his voice, that he must not be wearing any clothes now.
Lou Ying asks, âDo you want to go back to the old world now?â
Lou Ying has thought long and hard about this issue.
He was a little distressed by Chi Xiaochi.
He knows what a person can become after a few years in bed, and it can take longer than lying down to learn to walk again.
Lou Ying was afraid that an adult would have to toddle around like a baby on legs that had lost all their muscles.
Lou Ying feels that a person like Chi Xiaochi would be able to get by in any world.
He could have gone to Ji Zuoshanâs world and Ji Zuoshan would have remembered him, would have looked after him and would have made a good life for him.
And one only needs to take one more host and one can go to him.
As little as one year, as much as two years.
The world that Chi Xiaochi is in is the world he is going to.
Chi Xiaochiâs response was, âWhy not?â
He still has to go back.
Lou Ying agrees with all his decisions, but his heart just aches for him: âItâs not easy to learn to walk.â
Chi Xiaochi smiled: âI can learn anything.â
Lou Ying asked, âWill you wait for me when the time comes?â
Chi Xiaochi said, âNo wait.â
Lou Ying was slightly surprised by this answer and gave a low âhuh?â He gave a low âhuh?â but did not wait for Chi Xiaochiâs next Wen.
He could tell that Chi Xiaochiâs reply was less of a gambit and more of a statement.
Before he could think about it, Chi Xiaochi spoke up again, âMaster, I have a question too.â
Lou Ying : âYou say.â
Chi Xiaochi didnât turn around, âMaster, are you dressed?â
â¦â¦ To be honest, he really cares quite a bit.
Lou Ying was stunned, then laughed lightly and tightened his arms, pulling Chi Xiaochi into his arms.
He was quite fully clothed and the two garments rubbed together and picked up some static.
However, he didnât fully retract his cat body, the tip of his fluffy tail gently hooking Chi Xiaochiâs waist under the covers.
Luckily Lou Ying didnât make any further moves and soon let go of his hand, âRelieved?â
Chi Xiaochiâs face appears to have little expression fluctuating, but her face is already slightly red.
He stood up with his lapels gathered and said, âItâs okay.â
âGo out and practice your swords.â Lou Ying lay on his side and raised his grey-blue eyes to his, the clothes on his chest being ruffled a little by Chi Xiaochiâs movements, âWe should be wrapping up our mission as well.â
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