Counterattack Martial Arts NP (5)

Ye Sinian stood with his hands behind his back in a red dress. He looked at the child that had reached his waist with a deep gaze, his eyes faded from his tenderness and affinity for the first time.

"Don't give up." Ye Sinian frowned slightly under the mask, and said slowly in a low voice: "Today, it's your tenth birthday..."

"Yes, Master..." He keenly felt his master. With the change in mood, Yun Buqi squeezed his sleeves tightly with some anxiety, but he fixed his eyes on the heavy eyes under his master's mask.

"I'm ten years old, I'm an adult." Ye Sinian pursed his lips, he hesitated in his firm heart at the clear eyes of his upper disciple. His hands behind his back slowly clenched. Suddenly changed to a more roundabout way, and said, "Do you want to know what I did when I was ten years old as a teacher?"

He rarely heard Master talk about the past, Yun Buqi's eyes suddenly brightened, and his heart was faint. Uneasiness was immediately replaced by curiosity. He smiled and nodded sharply, and said, "Want to know!"

Ye Sinian couldn't bear a trace of his eyes, but thinking of the hatred carried on the child in front of him, he finally opened his mouth and said: "Being a teacher the year of my birth coincided with the attack on Wuhui Island. There were many casualties on the island. My parents and brothers all tragically killed by the enemy under the sword. It took me ten years to practice Wuhui Jue to the fourth level. On the day of my birthday, I carried a sword. Killing all the enemies."

The cold words without a trace of emotion made Yun Buqi's heart tremble. He raised his head to the dark eyes of the master, startled, stretched out his hand to hug the master's waist, and said: "Master is doing well! Those people deserve to die!"

Seeing the comfort in Tu'er's eyes, Ye Sinian eased his heart a little because of the blood-filled memories of the original owner. He sighed softly. Reached out and touched the smooth black hair of Tu'er, and said, "Do you really think that way?"

"Of course!" Yun Buqi lost his smile on his still green face, he clasped Master's waist, and said in serious: "If it were me, I wouldn't let the enemy a bit away!"

"Do you want revenge?" Ye Sinian's eyes sank. He gently touched the disciple's hair, struggling in his heart.

"I think about it all the time!" Yun Buqi gritted his teeth, and for the first time said before others the hatred he had been suppressing in his heart: "My mother is the jewel in the hand of the Yun family. She should have had a very happy life, but Bai Xu! Jianpu proposed a kiss to my mother. After learning that Jianpu was only a rumor, she took her back to the Yun family despite her being pregnant at the time! Not only that, but in order to preserve her reputation, he even pretended to be someone The robber slaughtered the Yun family all over! Pity my mother, a weak female stream, struggling to survive in the fire, and escaping until Qingzhou City before giving birth to me..."

Ye Sinian patted his arms and gradually choked his voice. Disciple, my heart is full of distress.

In order to complete the task of counterattack, he naturally wanted to help Yun Buqi complete his revenge.

When he brought this child back, he really had the idea of ​​nurturing him to grow up, and he would be free when he got revenge.

However, with many years of company, he brought him up personally, watching him become excellent, cheerful and sunny little by little, and the compassion in his heart gradually overcomes the * who wants to complete the task.

If... he can live so happily all the time, how can he push the child in front of him back into the abyss of hatred?

He has been hesitant to mention that topic.

But now...

the words full of hatred are in his ears, Ye Sinian looked at the disciple who confided his hatred in front of him for the first time, and his heart was filled with distress little by little.

What kind of hatred did such a small child bear at the beginning to persist in such an embarrassing life?

He slowly squatted down and looked at the red-eyed disciple in front of him, and said, "Today is your birthday. Would you like to have a gift from your teacher?"

Yun Buqi wiped away the tears that were about to overflow in his eyes, and said: "Okay!"

Ye sinian touched his head, and the hesitation he had been having all the time finally turned into a sigh.

No matter, it's revenge. With him, naturally he won't let the disciple be bullied by others.

An idea in his heart became firmer, Ye Sinian stood up, took his disciple's hand, and walked slowly towards the dungeon.

Meeting his disciple's incomprehensible eyes, Ye Sinian patted his head, and turned his attention to the embarrassed, sluggish person in the dungeon, and slowly said: "This person is called the genius doctor Li..."

Yun Bu Qi Qi held Master's hand tightly for an instant, his eyes widened, and he looked at the man who look no human form inside in surprise.

He naturally knew this person, and even hated him deeply in his heart.

This is the person who secretly changed the medicinal materials when he was treating my mother's illness, and obviously received the money from his mother, but secretly replaced the more valuable medicinal materials with the worthless ones. It was because his mother took this medicine. Her body became worse and finally passed away.

It was him who killed his mother!

Thinking of the scene of the old doctor who he had finally asked for, shaking his head and sighing at the medicine pot, Yun Buqi's eyes were red!

"He has been in this dungeon for five years."

Ye Sinian said flatly : "Today, I will give him to you as a teacher." Yun Buqi looked up at his master in surprise, he blinked. Something in the fundus gradually awakened.

Ye sinian beckoned, and immediately the dungeon guards handed over a sword respectfully.

Looking at his disciple with a deep gaze, Ye Sinian let go of his hand and said, "With this person, do whatever you want." After that, he reached out and rubbed Yun Yun's unwilling hair again, turned and walked out.

Yun Buqi stood dazedly in place, flashing in his mind what his Master said that he killed all his enemies when he was ten years old.

With an undercurrent surging in his eyes, Yun Buqi reached out his hand to take the sword, opened the prison door and walked in.

Ye Sinian stood outside the dungeon. It was obviously time for a cup of tea, but he felt extremely difficult.

When the blood-stained disciple walked out of the dungeon later, he felt relieved.

Yun Buqi looked at the master in red, who was obviously waiting for him, and his feet quickly accelerated, rushing towards him.

"Master!" Yun Buqi hugged Ye Sinian's waist tightly, as if only realizing that he had killed someone, and said in an uneasy tone: "Master...I killed someone..."

"It was for revenge." The young patted the trembling disciple's back gently, and softly comforted: "It doesn't matter."

"Will Master despise me for this?" Yun Buqi raised his head quickly, his eyes full of panic: "Will you not want me? "

"Of course not!" Ye sinian patted his head amusedly, as if to drive away the anxiety in his head.

"Then Master...will you be with me forever?"

A dark light flashed under Yun Buqi's eyes, but Ye Sinian, who was busy comforting his disciple, did not notice at all. His slender fingers gently wiped away the disciple's blood splattered on his cheek and said: "This is natural."

Ye sinian opened his eyes quickly, into darkness.

With a sigh of relief, Ye Sinian shook his head amusedly, and felt a little speechless that he would dream of such a long past.

His current disciple is no longer the one who killed for the first time before, and was so afraid that he did not dare to sleep alone for a long time, and had to put his arms around him to sleep peacefully.

Thinking of his own apprentice who had grown into a handsome boy, Ye Sinian felt moved in his heart and suddenly stepped out of the bed, wearing only his Chinese clothes, opening the door to the apprentice's room.

On the first night of leaving Wuhui Island, he doesn't know if his baby Tuer slept well...

Dark room, there are several unbearable panting sounds.

Yun Buqi was lying on the bed, his beautiful peach eyes closed tightly, and a light sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Slender and thinly callused fingers slowly swept across the sensitive tip, thinking that these hands had only lingered on the master's shoulders and arms, Yun Buqi snorted, and felt that his body was so hard that he felt painful.

He never knew that he would have such a strong desire for a person.

It's so thick that he can't help but get down as long as he thinks of it.

He still remembers that thirteen-year-old night, when he woke up from a confused and ambiguous dream, felt the subversive pleasure in his heart when he felt a dampness in his lower body.

Yes, pleasure.

From seeing the first side of his Master, he told himself that he should never let go in this life.

Once he was full of possessiveness towards his Master, but he was young and ignorant and didn't know how to truly and completely possess a person.

But since then, everything has been different.

He still remembers that in his dream, the master once lay all over under his body, his face was stained with affection and red, and his phoenix eyes were full of unbearable water...

The red lips that taught him every day are alluring. The ground opened slightly, and those slender legs were separated vigorously by himself,

and he carried his shoulders, and then... then he stood up hard and entered a wonderful place...

Yun Buqi suddenly opened his peachy eyes. Looking into the darkness emptily, the movements of his hands did not stop at all. They increased their strength and moved up and down like a self-abuse.

The lean waist unconsciously pushed up, his chest undulated violently, his forehead was sweaty, and an unbearable low growl from his throat.

The pleasure became stronger and the fiery red figure in his mind became more vivid, Yun Buqi gritted his teeth tightly, and his panting voice grew louder.

Suddenly, there was a soft noise outside the house, Yun Buqi, who was about to climb to the peak, stopped the gushing out ****, his red eyes suddenly opened, and he looked vigilantly in the direction of the door.

But just for a moment, the vigilance in his eyes disappeared.

Knowing that the figure that would never be forgotten when it turned into ashes was printed on the door, Yun Buqi held his breath, his eyes darkened.

A rare embarrassment flashes across Ye Sinian's face. As an adult man, he can naturally guess what good things the disciple who makes that rough gasp is doing...

Originally , he was only planning to see if he was sleeping peacefully, but he didn't expect it to happen. When he encounter such a scene, Ye Sinian has always been thick-skinned, and the tips of his ears are hot at this time.

This... the soundproofing effect of this inn is too bad!

Yun Buqi stared at the stiff figure on the door. Feeling his heart move, a complicated and unspeakable smile appeared on his lips. His fingers slammed into the harder and hotter, and he slowly moved up and down.

His mouth was no longer suppressed, and the unbearable panting sound echoed in the dark room, mixed with the uncontrollable moan when he touched the sensitive part.

"Master...

He desperately screamed the two words that he didn't dare to say in his heart. Yun Buqi's eyes tumbled. He stared at the familiar figure printed on the door closely, and his movements became more and more unrestrained.

"Master...

The deep and *sufficient panting sounds felt like ringing in his ears, Ye Sinian suddenly retracted his hand like he got an electric shock, while vomiting in his heart, his disciple who grew up did not behaved as a child. He turned back quickly in his room.

Damn, what is this?

The figure on the door completely disappeared, Yun Buqi closed his eyes, his hand motion stagnated, and completely released.

A musky-like scent spread instantly, Yun Buqi closed his eyes, the corners of his lips turned up little by little, and slowly pulled up an unclear smile.

The bright red tongue stuck out, and slowly licked his dry lips, Yun Buqi sighed and gasped, and after venting, a low magnetic voice sounded in the dark.

"Master..."