[Crossing the Book] After the Snake Lord's stupid master was disheartened

Chapter 100 Unraveling Misunderstandings, The Lovers Will Meet Finally

Looking at the scene in the illusion, Yun Lin shook his head helplessly, Qing Xuan's temperament will never be changed, even in the dream he is strong.

Just as he was about to shatter the illusion, the chain spirit sacs were untied, but the scene suddenly changed, and he was actually in the palace of the demon king.

Qingxuan was kneeling on the ground, beating Yun Lin's legs courteously, and he was carrying a small bamboo basket behind him, with a little baby sleeping in it.

"Master, is this strength okay?"

Qingxuan smiled brightly, rubbing the back of Yunlin's hand from time to time, looking not like a snake but like a dog.

Yun Lin smiled and nodded, not forgetting to remind: "Keep down, don't wake him up."

Qingxuan didn't care, and said again: "I'll coax you when I wake up, you just need to rest."

The warm sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the soft halo lit up a small building. The family of three became more and more hazy, and the warm atmosphere lingered for a long time.

Yun Lin was stunned for a long time, and did not return to his senses until the dream disappeared, his eyes suddenly became moist, and big tears rolled down.

A phantom appeared in front of him, his long arms stretched out in a gesture of hugging.

Yun Linfei rushed forward, with hot tears moistening his temples, and the sound of the wind mingled with his ethereal voice again.

"Master...disciple misses you so much..."

They wanted to embrace each other but Qingxuan was too ethereal, Yun Lin passed through the phantom before he could react, and fell into the hot yellow sand.

"Ugh..."

There was a sob behind him, but Qingxuan's consciousness had already dissipated, and he stood there in a daze, his eyes became hollow again.

Yun Lin cries more and more fiercely, the long-term loneliness and the sadness of not being able to touch his lover have made him almost collapse.

Beating the sand as if venting, causing the yellow sand to fly around, the scorching sand passed through the phantom, but failed to splash half a wave, and finally just squinted his eyes.

For as long as Yun Lin cried, Qing Xuan stood there for a long time, but he never looked back, his heart stopped bleeding and he couldn't hear a sound.

"So tired... Really tired..." Yun Lin said with a sob, but there was only sadness in his tone, and no complaints.

It was his voluntary choice to find Qingxuan, because he had already made up his mind to turn the evil fate into a positive one.

Thinking of this, Yun Lin wiped away his tears and struggled to stand up.

He walked up to Qingxuan and asked in a low voice: "I have collected three souls, if you find seven, can you regain consciousness?"

Qingxuan couldn't answer, and Yunlin didn't have an answer either. Unlocking the spirit bag and taking back this soul still needs to be taken one step at a time.

The moment he took it back, he thought it was just one phantom, but it turned into two in an instant, and Yun Lin's eyes lit up.

"It's actually two, so we've found four!" The hoarse voice added a bit of joy, and Yun Lin's mood finally improved.

The spiritual speaker said that the seven souls are easy to find and the three souls are hard to find, and I don't know what kind of predicament is still waiting ahead.

Yun Lin held the kit, looked up into the distance, and set foot on the road again...

###

After eating the last piece of sweet cake, there was no food in Yunlin's Qiankun bag, and his plain white brocade boots were completely useless, so he had to walk barefoot.

Buried Bone Zhimo couldn't use his spirit energy, but luckily he didn't eat the grains and it didn't matter. Although the soft soles of his feet were painful, they could recover slowly after being worn out.

The strong wind never stopped, and every step was exhausted. The wooden hairpin that tied the hair had already been broken, and he could only move forward with his silver hair scattered.

Yun Lin doesn't know what he looks like, he should be no different from a lunatic at this moment, and there is no dim cinnabar on his beautiful forehead in the past.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly hearing a cough, Yun Lin's eyes lit up, and he saw another illusion in front of him, this time it was still the Red Sword Sect.

The seriously ill young man was holding on to the couch, thinking of today's martial arts trial, he couldn't even sleep well.

Senior brother Duan had already gone, he saw that his momentum should win the laurel crown, but he could fight but was unable to get up due to the wind and cold.

After counting the time, it was time to pay respects to the master, the young man staggered to the bed and walked out slowly.

As soon as he entered the room, the immortal was drinking tea, and the young man knelt down reverently, and whispered, "Disciple pays respects to Master."

"Cough cough cough..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a severe cough, and the fairy who listened frowned.

Throwing an umbrella casually, he said in a cold voice, "No need to greet you if it rains in the future."

As soon as the words fell, someone saw that the house was full of water stains, and said, "Wipe it clean before leaving."

The boy gratefully took the umbrella, but was reluctant to put it down, so he had to wipe the floor while holding it.

Suddenly the immortal said again: "If you get a good ranking, I will take you down the mountain to visit the lake as my teacher."

The young man's eyes lit up, and regardless of his serious illness, he hurriedly said: "Disciple, let's go now! I will definitely live up to Master's expectations!"

Seeing people walking away, the immortal sighed softly and continued to drink the tea in his hand.

The scene changed again, the young man was tied up on the execution platform, and the immortal whipped him on the back with a whip.

He reprimanded him in his mouth: "Struggle to win! Seriously hurt senior brother! Full of lies! Severe hostility!"

Every sentence requires a few lashes, and Duan Jinghong, who is covered in blood, is still standing under the stage. He looks up at the young man who is being tortured, with a slight smile on his lips.

This expression was clearly seen by Yun Lin, and he vaguely understood why Qingxuan refused to plead guilty at that time, and it must be said that Duan Jinghong hit the sword himself.

"What's going on..."

Seeing that the illusion dissipated, Yun Lin said helplessly, this is a brother from the same family, so he insisted on intrigue, why?

But on second thought, what else could there be?

It must be because of him...

In the past, it was a fight for favor and later it was a fight for people. If it weren't for An Rong now, I'm afraid there would be disputes...

Thinking about this, Yun Lin walked towards Xu Ying, and explained in a low voice: "It's my teacher's fault, I made you try while sick, and I beat you five hundred lashes indiscriminately."

Trials while sick can sharpen the will, and the more tired you are, the more you can stimulate your potential, but Yun Lin is unwilling to explain, because he did make a mistake afterwards.

If he had had the patience and tried to find out the truth of his life at that time, Duan Jinghong would have been punished.

Yun Lin withdrew his body, found a place to sit down, and quietly thought about the past.

In fact, he had doubts for a long time. As an apprentice, Duan Jinghong became a loyal dog, while Qingxuan became a poisonous snake.

Now he finally figured out that Qingxuan's success was not due to racial surprise, but had a lot to do with Master.

When he was young, Duan Jinghong was weak, and whenever he was unwell, he would stay in his room. Although he was not very talkative, he was extremely awkward, and would throw things at random when he was unhappy.

Troublesome child, this is his evaluation all the time.

But in the face of this trouble, he paid more attention to it. The origami crane coaxed him to obey everything, and even praised his handwriting.

On the other hand, Qingxuan has been a sensible child since he was a child, and he would not be arrogant without favor.

When he was very young, he took the initiative to take care of everything. The short child carried a big bamboo basket to and from the river to wash his clothes every day.

Duan Jinghong doesn't do anything, and sometimes throws clothes to Qingxuan, that child will do his best and do whatever he is called.

Qingxuan's change was probably because he was too biased, and he was full of resentment over time.

Thinking of this, Yun Lin held up the spirit lock bag and pressed it tightly to his chest.

"When you come back, I will swim the lake with you, and I will never lie to you this time."

After Yun Lin finished speaking, he stood up again, and the last two were still missing. Seeing that hope was getting closer...

###

A melodious tune came from the vast desert, Yun Lin faltered and was dressed in white and messy clothes, his thin and thin legs were about to be unable to support his body, and he shook every few steps.

He's going crazy.

Years of loneliness is enough to consume all his willpower, but he can only endure it and continue to search for the last two souls.

The little song he hummed was taught by his mother, who often used this tune to lull him to sleep when he was young.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the bamboo flute, Yun Lin stopped walking, looked up and entered the illusion again...

Today is the boy's birthday, although the immortal did not show up, he played the bamboo flute for him in the courtyard.

Hearing the sound of the flute, the young man smiled brightly, and picked up the drink that appeared inexplicably in the room, wanting to drink it alone.

Until late at night, the immortal had already fallen asleep due to drunkenness, but the door knocked at this time.

"Master! Save me! Save me!"

The knock on the door continued, and the young man looked at the tail of the snake under him, his voice trembling and choking.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. When he woke up drunk, he found that his legs were gone, replaced by a thick snake tail.

The immortal had a severe headache, but he got up and opened the door when he heard his apprentice calling.

Under the moonlight, the black snake's tail flickered, and the immortal's eyes trembled. Just as he was about to pull the young man in, he suddenly felt a surge of hostility in his heart.

"Monster! Take your life!"

The sound of shouting and killing suddenly rose, and the flames in the Red Sword Sect shot up to the sky. The immortal chased after the boy with a sword, and a large number of fellow sects followed him.

It didn't take a moment for the young man to fall to the ground with serious injuries, and the gushing blood wet his clothes. He didn't know how to control the tail of the snake, and he couldn't even run away.

"Monster! Go to hell!"

Hearing another cold remark, the immortal held a long sword and stabbed it into the boy's heart suddenly, and when he pulled it out, blood spattered everywhere.

I wanted to cut off my head, but looking at the familiar face, I couldn't do it no matter what.

The immortal turned around suddenly, and said to his colleagues: "This seat will take care of it, you will go back first."

But the crowd had gone far away, but the immortal did not turn around for a long time, and the young man took advantage of this gap to rush into the forest...

The scene changed abruptly, and the boy had grown into an adult, from an unknown person to a dominator, with his feet covered with bones and his hands stained with blood.

The mountains of the demon world buried bones everywhere, and the tumbling river had turned blood red, and the man stood on the top of the peak and watched in disbelief.

The tall figure is dressed in a black dress, her black hair is swaying in the wind like a waterfall, and she raises her eyes slightly with scarlet snake eyes that are terrifying.

"Master, this disciple misses you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Yun Lin. As the illusion dissipated, the face of the handsome young man distorted and gradually turned into a cloud of smoke...

Seeing this, Yun Lin's eyes were full of tears, he shouldn't drink alcohol that day, let alone touch the ones that Tan Zhou sent.

And Qingxuan's pot must have been put by Tan Zhou.

He had already been in contact with the Yaozu at that time, so he probably saw the clues and wanted to test Qingxuan, and he was sure that the young man would secretly drink alcohol out of curiosity.

Yun Lin walked towards the overlapping phantoms, he knew that these were the last two souls.

With red eyes, he said in a trembling voice: "I was also drunk that night, and something was mixed in the wine."

The pale and feeble explanation made Xu Ying's empty eyes light up a little.

The spirit lock sac suddenly lit up, and several figures overlapped instantly, and the handsome young man appeared in front of him.

Qingxuan was still intangible, but he recognized Yun Lin, the corner of his mouth slightly raised and he suddenly said: "I believe you..."