A few days later.
As the attic door creaked, it slowly opened.
Xuanyin and Kongqiong, who had been waiting here for several days, changed their expressions. When they saw Qian Zheyue walking out, Xuanyin hurriedly ran up.
"Uncle Zheyue, master, respect him!" Xuanyin asked quickly.
"Go." Qian Zheyue said.
Xuanyin quickly bowed and rushed into the attic.
Looking at Xuanyin, Kong Qiong hesitated for a while, then came to Qian Zheyue, cupped his fists and bowed.
"You come with me." Qian Zheyue said.
Kong Qiong quickly responded.
Opening the door, when she saw Bing Chen lying on the bed, seemingly still in a coma, Xuanyin hurried over.
Seeing Bing Chen, Xuanyin's heart trembled, and tears soon filled her eyes.
Although the burnt blackness on his body has been removed, the wounds and burnt skin have not healed much.
With her jade hands trembling slightly, Xuanyin squatted beside the bed and gently held Bingchen's hand.
"Master!" Xuanyin called softly.
As he spoke, two lines of tears involuntarily overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
Feeling the cold temperature on Bingchen's hands, Xuanyin clenched her hands tightly, feeling even more distressed and uncomfortable in her heart.
Slowly surging power followed Bing Chen's hand and sank into Bing Chen's body. Xuanyin struggled and hesitated in her heart, wanting to check on Bing Chen's condition, but she couldn't muster the courage because of fear.
"Master, I have said that if anything happens to Master, I will accompany him on the journey to Huangquan." Xuanyin said softly.
After the words fell, Xuanyin gently raised Bingchen's hand and touched her cheek lightly.
Suddenly, there was a tremor.
Xuanyin was startled and his movements stagnated.
She clearly felt that Bingchen's fingers trembled just now.
Quickly staring at Bing Chen's face, Xuanyin softly called out again: "Master!"
His eyelashes trembled a few times, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if there was still a hint of pain.
When Xuanyin saw this, his expression changed, but then he immediately showed a bit of joy, and quickly called out softly again: "Master!"
As if feeling something, Bingchen slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the top of the bed.
Seeing this, Xuanyin couldn't help it anymore and threw herself on Bingchen, shouting: "Master! Master!"
Bing Chen came back to his senses and saw Xuanyin, his eyes showed some tenderness, he raised his hand and gently stroked his back.
Xuanyin's tears couldn't help but well up, and soon they wet Bingchen's chest.
Looking at Xuanyin, Bingchen's eyes were soft and a little gentle. He didn't say anything, but kept gently caressing Xuanyin's back.
After a while, after calming down, Xuanyin left Bing Chen's chest. Wiping the tears on his face, his cheeks couldn't help but blush slightly.
"Master, are you feeling better?" Xuanyin asked.
Bingchen had a soft smile on his lips and said, "It's nothing serious."
Even so, Xuanyin couldn't hear the weakness in Bingchen's words.
Gently holding Bingchen's hand, although there were some unspeakable feelings in her heart and her cheeks turned red, Xuanyin just didn't want to let go.
"Master's kindness, this disciple will never be able to repay in this life." Xuanyin said.
Bingchen stretched out his other hand and caressed Xuanyin's cheek, with a slight smile on his lips.
"Help my master up." Bing Chen then said.
Xuanyin hesitated for a moment, then came to the bedside and gently lifted Bingchen up.
After carefully tidying up Bingchen, Xuanyin said: "Master, my injury has not healed yet, so for the time being..."
Bingchen shook his head and said, "Take my master for a walk."
After a slight hesitation, Xuanyin hummed softly, carefully protected Bingchen with her divine energy, supported him, and walked towards the door.
After a moment's hesitation, Xuanyin slowly flew up with Bingchen and headed into the distance.
As if aware of something, Qian Zheyue, who was chatting with Kong Qiong on top of another mountain not far away, glanced in the direction of Bing Chen Xuanyin and sighed softly.
Following Qian Zheyue's gaze, two figures holding each other could be seen leaving quickly, and a somewhat complicated look appeared in Kong Qiong's eyes.
"Master, where are we going?" Xuanyin asked.
"Just take a walk." Bing Chen said.
Xuanyin hummed softly, hesitated for a moment, then changed direction, taking Bing Chen in another direction.
The speed was neither hasty nor slow, Xuanyin carefully protected Bing Chen, not even letting a trace of wind blow on Bing Chen.
When Bing Chen saw this, he smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't have to be like this, my teacher is not so weak."
Xuanyin looked at Bing Chen with gentle eyes and said softly: "Master has protected the disciple for so long. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the disciple must also protect the master." Ichiban.”
Bing Chen shook his head and smiled slightly.
Looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers below, Bingchen rarely felt so peaceful and watched carefully.
"It's quite a different feeling to visit my Kunyu Pearl once in a while." Bing Chen said.
"Master has too many things to worry about on weekdays. The beautiful scenery below is the most suitable for meditating and recuperating," Xuanyin said.
There was a slight smile on Bingchen's lips.
"Now that I have become a god, I will do my best to help my master in the future." Xuanyin continued.
Turning to look at Xuanyin, Bingchen smiled softly and said, "Okay."
Xuanyin pursed her lips slightly.
"It won't take long for me to return to the Fusheng Realm, and then I will leave the Fusheng Sect to you to take care of. How about that?" Bing Chen asked.
Xuanyin hesitated for a moment and asked: "Isn't there a master uncle Hua Yuyi in Fusheng Sect?"
"You, Yuyi, and Bingxian are in charge together." Bingchen said.
Xuanyin hesitated slightly, then nodded slightly.
At this time, Xuanyin and Bingchen stopped on top of a spiritual peak.
Looking down, Bing Chen was obviously a little surprised and said, "I didn't expect that my master, the Pearl of the Universe, would have such a beautiful spiritual peak."
But all I could see was the entire spiritual peak, which was covered with flowers. When the breeze blew, the petals filled the sky.
With a faint smile on her lips, Xuanyin took Bingchen towards the spiritual peak and arrived at a small house on the top.
Looking around, there are cherry blossom trees all around, and when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, every tree is covered with petals.
The breeze blows, and the petals are all over the sky, like pink butterflies, flying around.
"This peak has been named Yingman Peak by my disciples. What do you think, Master?" Xuanyin said softly.
"Oh, this is your spiritual peak?" Bing Chen asked.
Xuanyin nodded, pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "A few days ago, when the disciples had nothing to do after practicing, they came here and planted these cherry trees."
While talking, Xuanyin led Bingchen and walked towards the cherry blossom tree on the side.
Walking under the tree, a wisp of breeze happened to blow by, bringing up many petals, surrounding the ice dust and mysterious sounds.
Bingchen stretched out his hand, and a few petals fell into his hand. He smiled slightly and said, "This is the first time I have seen such cherry blossoms."
But he discovered that within each petal, there was rich spiritual energy, and it had a somewhat calming and concentrating effect. And the petals are crystal clear, with a touch of pink, and are extremely beautiful.
Xuanyin pursed her lips slightly and said: "These cherry blossom trees were brought by my disciples from the Kongxuan Realm. Within my Xuan Clan, there is also such a spiritual peak with cherry blossoms all over it."
"Oh, that's a pity, we didn't find it last time." Bing Chen said.
Xuanyin pursed her lips and smiled slightly, and said: "Last time, Master was in a hurry and didn't watch it. This time, the disciple made up for it."
"You are really thoughtful," Bing Chen said.
"Master, you know, there is actually a story between these cherry blossoms and the disciples." Xuanyin said suddenly.
"Oh, tell me." Bing Chen said.
Looking at the cherry blossom tree, Xuanyin made a gentle move, and a few petals fell into his hand.
"More than a hundred years ago, the previous head of the Xuan clan, another master of my disciple, accidentally discovered a baby girl abandoned under a cherry blossom tree while traveling." Xuanyin turned around. Looking at Bing Chen, he said softly.
Bingchen's eyes fluctuated a bit, and he asked: "Is that baby girl you?"
Xuanyin nodded and said, "Not bad."
At this point, Bingchen faintly noticed a trace of sadness deep in Xuanyin's eyes.
"Master Xuanjun brought his disciple back to the Xuan clan and gave him the name Xuanying. Ying is the cherry of the cherry blossom, not the sound of the current music." Xuanyin then said.
Bingchen frowned slightly.
"Master is wondering why the disciple changed his name later?" Xuanyin asked.
Bingchen nodded slightly.
There was a trace of bitterness in Xuanyin's eyes, and she said: "Changing the name is not what the disciple originally wanted to do. Master Xuanyun fought with the monster and died unfortunately, and the Xuan clan was in danger because of it. The disciple had no choice but to go to the ancestral altar in advance to accept the inheritance."
At this point, Xuanyin paused for a moment, with a hint of complexity in his eyes, and then continued: "At that time, a special melody was emitted from the ancestral altar. Wherever the melody reached, the monsters retreated, and our Xuan clan was able to survive because of this. That disaster."
At this point, Xuanyin not only didn't feel much joy, but Bingchen noticed that the sadness in his eyes was even worse.
"Since then, although the Xuan Clan has recognized the disciple, they have asked him to change his name to Xuanyin. Many elders in the clan believe that it is the sound of the great road, the sound of salvation, and is a kind of spirit given to us by the sages of the Xuan Clan. The special omen requires the disciples to remember it in their lifetime, so they collectively asked the disciples to change it to the current name." Xuanyin continued.
Bingchen frowned again.
Although Xuanyin spoke so lightly, Bingchen didn't know the situation Xuanyin was facing. The only one to rely on fell, and she was alone as a weak woman. For the sake of her clan, she stepped onto the ancestral altar in advance to accept the inheritance. And being isolated and helpless when facing the persecution of many elders in the clan, she had to compromise, endure the grievance and pain alone, and learn to be strong alone.
Thinking of this, Bingchen stretched out his hand and gently touched Xuanyin's cheek again, with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Xuanying, a good name. It starts from the cherry tree, blends into the relationship between master and disciple, and expresses the longing for the teacher. When Xuanjun gave you this name, I think he also wanted you to be as beautiful and gorgeous as cherry blossoms. As carefree as cherry blossoms." Bing Chen said.
Xuanyin's eyes fluctuated slightly.
Their eyes met, and there was a hint of tenderness in Bingchen's pitying eyes.
Feeling Bingchen's hand caressing her cheek, Xuanyin not only did not feel shy, but felt reassured and warm.
"How about continuing to call me Xuan Ying from now on?" Bing Chen asked.
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