Yan Chen turned his back to Chu MuYun but his sudden movement was so powerful that the tree trunk was shaken and a large piece of plum blossoms fell down and stuck to the fur collar, adding a seductive luster to Yan Chen’s pale face.
Chu MuYun’s heart beat slightly and his eyes dropped quickly.
He always felt that something was not right and Yan Chen’s state was very wrong.
This guy’s nature is very insecure and, under the vicious infection of jealousy, he also possesses a pathological desire for monopoly. However, at the same time he was arrogant so, even if he loses something important, even if he was seriously injured, he wouldn’t lose his composure like this.
Could it be that Yan Chen also knew about the existence of Shen Yun?
Chu MuYun couldn’t help but wake up.
But Yan Chen didn’t do anything. He held onto the tree trunk, breathed a sigh of relief and stood up straight.
He didn’t look behind him and seemed to regard Chu MuYun as a completely transparent existence. He just stared to the front and his deep purple eyes didn’t reflect the slightest light. He just watched quietly and the silence made people feel a little uneasy.
Chu MuYun weighed the time and was about to ask in a low voice when Yan Chen just turned around.
“From now on, your name will be Yan Yun.” {Same Yun as Chu MuYun’s name, same Yan as Yan Chen.}
Chu MuYun was stunned and suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise— it was already extremely honorable to be given a name by His Lordship, who would have thought that he would be given his own surname?
Yan Chen smiled very lightly and the hooked lips showed some of his previous appearance, the corners of his mouth were cold and thin, and the smile that evoked made people feel alienated and indifferent.
“You don’t need to do chores anymore, just hang out with me every day and chat to me.”
Chu MuYun thanked him sincerely: “It’s my honor.”
Yan Chen seemed to be in a much better mood and looked at him with a smile: “Come here.”
Chu MuYun approached him with his head down.
Yan Chen picked up his wrist and placed his cold fingers on it.
Chu MuYun didn’t move and wasn’t worried. The poison of fierce fire was hidden very deep and wasn’t something Lord Yan could detect by just testing his pulse.
But Yan Chen didn’t seem to be looking for the poison of the fierce fire. Instead, he took his pulse seriously and said: “Your aptitude is very good, don’t waste your cultivation. I will give you a set of exercises tomorrow, take a good look at it. Feel free to ask me if you don’t understand.”
Chu MuYun could only show that he was so grateful that he didn’t know what to do.
Yan Chen asked again: “Is there anyone else in your family?”
Chu MuYun shook his head and said, “I have been an orphan since I was born. There is no home to speak of.”
Yan Chen comforted him in a gentle voice: “Then Mount ZhaoMei will be your home from now on. “
Chu MuYun raised his head suddenly, the surprise in his eyes was undisguised and soon he said in a low voice: “This, this…”
“Don’t be afraid.” Yan Chen said softly, “You and I are fated. I have given you my surname and you will be a person of Mount ZhaoMei from now on.”
Chu MuYun felt at a loss. He was both happy and uneasy, and really didn’t know how to express his extremely excited mood at this time.
Yan Chen smiled slightly: “Let’s go back, it’s cold outside.”
Chu MuYun said respectfully, “Yes.”
The two returned to the room one after another. Yan Chen sat back at the desk and picked up the wolf hair brush.
He tilted his head slightly and asked, “Can you grind ink?”
Chu MuYun said, “Responding to his Lordship, this subordinate…”
Yan Chen interrupted him: “You don’t need to be formal, just call yourself by your name.”
Chu MuYun panicked and said: “How can I do something like that?”
The corners of Yan Chen’s mouth were lightly raised and, although that smile was cool, but for some reason, it was like a plum blossom outside: although it was cool but it had a seductive smell: “Ah-Yun, I have no shortage of subordinates but what I want is a family, do you understand?”
Chu MuYun naturally didn’t understand but he said in a daze, “I… Ah-Yun understands.”
Yan Chen turned his head and said slowly, “Grind the ink for me.”
After Chu MuYun answered, he walked over in small steps.
The afternoon passed by in such a peaceful way.
Yan Chen practiced calligraphy with a very regular posture and calm demeanor, but his writing was vigorous and powerful. It seemed that there was a sharp edge about to jump out of the paper at the sharp turn of the pen.
Chu MuYun glanced slightly out of the corner of his eyes, looking at people through the words.
Yan Chen was trying something here. It wasn’t just about his identity, it was probably something deeper.
It was during dinner that Yan Chen left the study. Chu MuYun was not allowed to serve him during the meal but instead was asked to sit at the same table and was even asked about his taste preference.
Of course, Chu MuYun wouldn’t make mistakes on these issues and what he said definitely didn’t coincide with any of the previous identities.
Yan Chen didn’t care, it seemed that this wasn’t a test and that he really wanted to know his preferences and arrange meals.
During the meal, Yan Chen asked again: “Do you drink?”
Chu MuYun repeatedly waved his hands and said, “Responding to your Lordship, it’s… Ah, Ah-Yun can’t.”
Yan Chen didn’t force it: “That’s fine. “
The taste was indescribable and Yan Chen’s behavior was really beyond Chu MuYun’s expectation.
He felt that Yan Chen must know something but Chu MuYun couldn’t figure out exactly what he knew.
It was reasonable to say that Yan Chen did not participate in the conflicts these three thousand years, it was impossible for Shen ShuiYan to come to him, and he was seriously injured because of suppressing the Gate of Life. This state of isolation from the world should mean he would have been kept in the dark.
But looking at this situation, he obviously had not.
Chu MuYun didn’t sleep well that night. The next morning, he went to wait outside Yan Chen’s room but he heard an extremely painful moan coming from the room.
Chu MuYun was slightly stunned. He could tell that it was Yan Chen’s voice but he didn’t know what was happening inside.
As if sensing his arrival, Yan Chen’s hoarse voice said, “Come in.”
Chu MuYun hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in.
There is a light fragrance floating in the room, lingering in the whole warm room but giving people a refreshing feeling as though awakening from a dream.
However, Chu MuYun quickly discerned that it was the smell of an extremely rare medicinal material, which was so extremely rare that even Chu MuYun had only seen it in books, but had never actually seen it.
But Chu MuYun has a photographic memory, even if he saw it a thousand years ago, he still remembered its name and its medicinal effect.
Soul Shaping Grass can suppress the pain of separation of the soul and body.
Yan Chen’s cultivation was definitely not damaged simply because of suppressing the Gate of Life!
Chu MuYun’s heart was changing extremely quickly but it was not obvious on the surface.
Yan Chen got out of bed. He was only wearing a light coat but at the moment he was wet with cold sweat, even his loose long hair was stained with water, showing a black luster.
“Help me freshen up.”
Chu MuYun replied, “Okay.”
Yan Chen said again: “I’m going to take a bath, bring me some clothes.”
Chu MuYun responded with a low bow.
Yan Chen went to the bath next door. Chu MuYun looked around carefully and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.
Separation of soul and body meant death.
Had Yan Chen walked through the gate of hell?
That’s not right, the Seven Demon Lords would not die.
Apart from feeling the smell of the Soul Shaping Grass, Chu MuYun couldn’t find anything else.
He picked up some clothes and went to the bath. Yan Chen was leaning against the side of the pool with his eyes closed to rest and, when he heard footsteps, he suddenly said, “Ah-Yun, can a person really be forgiven for doing something wrong?”