Wen Ren'e walked around to Yin Hanjiang and saw that his face was flushed, with a handkerchief in his palm, a wine pot beside him, an empty wine glass in the other hand, and Wen Ren'e's robe in his arms.

"Master Yin, are you not good at drinking?" Wen Ren'e asked.

If a cultivator does not want to drink too much, he can force out the alcohol with his true essence and will not get drunk at all. If he is drunk, either he did not force out the alcohol, or he drank immortal wine.

Wen Ren'e sniffed the wine pot. It was the kind of spiritual wine he often drank, brewed with spiritual fruits from the back mountain. It was not a very good wine and would not be intoxicating.

Yin Hanjiang was drunk and half of his red robe had slipped off. He half raised his eyes to look at Wen Ren'e, poured himself another glass of wine, and said after drinking it: "Didn't you change your name to Hanjiang during this period? Why are you calling me Master Yin again?"

"Hanjiang?" Wen Ren'e asked back.

He had never seen Yin Hanjiang like this. In his impression, Sect Master Yin was always dressed in black and silent like a shadow. Even though Wen Ren'e knew that he was handsome, he was usually very low-key and easy to be ignored.

Now Yin Hanjiang, with red clothes, black hair fluttering in the breeze, and a wicked look between his eyebrows, would definitely be the one who attracted the most attention if he appeared in a crowd.

Wen Ren'e remembered that Yin Hanjiang usually didn't drink, and only dared to take a sip when he wasn't paying attention. He didn't expect that he would drink one cup after another now.

"This wine pot and wine glass..." Wen Ren'e raised his eyebrows, vaguely remembering that he handed them to Yin Hanjiang after he secretly drank wine that time.

"Your Majesty drank it." Yin Hanjiang put his lips on the empty wine glass, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Wen Ren'e felt a strange feeling in his heart. He observed the Yin Hanjiang in front of him, who he had never seen before, and was more eye-catching than the silent appearance before.

"I thought you didn't like drinking." Wen Ren'e was also sitting on the left side of Yin Hanjiang. The development of the situation was beyond his expectation, but he didn't mind having a chat with Yin Hanjiang.

"Yes, I don't like drinking," Yin Hanjiang looked to his right, raised his glass to the empty night, and said, "I love the wine that Your Excellency has drunk. Your Excellency must drink a sip first before I am willing to taste it."

Wen Ren'e: "???"

He only then noticed that every time Yin Hanjiang poured a glass of wine, he always tilted it towards the right side where there was no object, and spilled a little wine, as if he was feeding someone wine.

After feeding the air wine, Yin Hanjiang turned the glass in another direction, put the side that was facing the air on his lips, and slowly drank the wine.

"Master Yin, who are you feeding wine to?" Wen Ren'e realized something was wrong.

"Why, do you want to drink too?" Yin Hanjiang looked at Wen Ren'e with his hazy drunken eyes. He picked up the wine pot and shook it, saying, "It's a pity that there is no wine anymore."

He picked up the wine pot, wiped the dust-free wine pot with a red robe, put the cold wine pot on his face, closed his eyes happily and said, "This is the wine pot and wine glass that the Lord gave me. He drank from it."

He picked up the handkerchief in his palm and said, "This is the handkerchief that the Lord wiped his hands with. There is Shu Hufa's blood on it. I washed it and put it away."

Wen Ren'e frowned. He thought for a long time before remembering that Shu Yanyan had mistakenly thought that he liked Baili Qingmiao and lured Wen Ren'e to pursue Baili Qingmiao. At that time, in order to warn Shu Yanyan, Wen Ren'e almost pierced her skull with his five fingers, leaving Shu Yanyan's blood on his fingertips. Yin Hanjiang, who was standing behind Wen Ren'e at the time, handed over a handkerchief, and Wen Ren'e threw it away casually after wiping his hands.

Yin Hanjiang wiped his face with a handkerchief and smiled with satisfaction. He then carefully placed the handkerchief, wine glass and wine pot into the mustard seed space, and casually threw the Pojun Thorn beside him.

When the Pojun Thorn was refined, Wen Ren'e's blood and soul were integrated into it. He could tell at a glance that this was the original Pojun Sword. Wen Ren'e couldn't help but ask: "Master Yin, is this your life magic weapon? Wasn't it originally a sword? Why did it become like this now?"

"Your Majesty wants me to practice sword, so I practice sword. Your Majesty thinks I am suitable for sword cultivation, so I am a sword cultivator." Yin Hanjiang hugged Wen Ren'e's clothes and said with a dazed look in his eyes, "If Your Majesty doesn't allow me to accompany him to die, I will live."

"Master Yin, I am just making a suggestion, but what I think may not be suitable for you. You don't have to do everything according to my ideas." Wen Ren'e looked at Yin Hanjiang and suddenly realized that he had never seen this loyal subordinate clearly. The Yin Hanjiang in his eyes was the self that Yin Hanjiang showed according to Wen Ren'e's expectations.

He thought he had expressed himself clearly, but Yin Hanjiang didn't look at him. Instead, he stretched out his hand to the air in front of him, as if he was touching someone's face, and whispered: "Your Excellency likes Baili Qingmiao, right? Can I send her to see you?" "

I don't like her." Wen Ren'e said affirmatively.

This time Yin Hanjiang's sight finally fell on Wen Ren'e. He raised his hand to grab Wen Ren'e's sleeve, but his palm passed through Wen Ren'e's body. At this moment, Wen Ren'e was a condensation of chaotic energy, without a physical body, and could not be touched.

"I..."

Wen Ren'e was about to explain his current state when he heard Yin Hanjiang say: "Fake."

Yin Hanjiang's expression was so calm, as if he had experienced it thousands of times. He kept stretching his hands forward, backward, and to the right, and each time he waved his hands in the air, he laughed wildly at the sky: "Fake, all fake."

"Only this is real." He hugged Wen Ren'e's robe tightly, curled up his body, lay beside the spiritual spring, closed his eyes quietly, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Master Yin, how many of me are there in your eyes?" Wen Ren'e had roughly understood Yin Hanjiang's situation at this moment, and couldn't help asking.

Yin Hanjiang didn't answer. When he was lonely, he would talk to the illusion, but more often he would ignore it, especially when there were people on the scene, Yin Hanjiang was even less likely to expose his weaknesses.

Wen Ren'e sat next to the sleeping Yin Hanjiang, recalling the ghost-faced man in the later period of "Sad Love in the Wind", and combined with Master Yin in front of him, he seemed to understand something.

It's not that Yin Hanjiang is possessed by the devil and crazy, but that Yin Hanjiang has always suppressed his personality for Wen Ren'e.

Since he read the book, he has been telling Yin Hanjiang that what he needs is not subordinates who obey his orders, but comrades who can go hand in hand with him. From picking up this child and telling him to practice sword, Wen Ren'e has always instilled what he thinks into Yin Hanjiang, but this is not what Yin Hanjiang wants.

Wen Ren'e thought that Yin Hanjiang's qualifications were suitable for sword cultivation, so Yin Hanjiang went to practice sword; Wen Ren'e thought that Yin Hanjiang was his most trusted subordinate, so Yin Hanjiang disguised his personality to be the most reassuring to Wen Ren'e; Wen Ren'e thought that Yin Hanjiang could support Xuanyuan Sect after he left, so Yin Hanjiang tried to do it according to his ideas.

Whenever Wen Ren'e's ideas were contrary to Yin Hanjiang's nature, he would always choose Wen Ren'e.

The Demon Lord sat by the spiritual spring and saw the full moon rising in the sky. He used his true essence to lift a handful of water from the mustard seed space, and the full moon in the sky was reflected in the water.

This was Yin Hanjiang's favorite thing when he was a child. After the battle between good and evil, he gave it to Wen Ren'e.

Wen Ren'e seemed to have a picture in his eyes. The young Yin Hanjiang looked at the fake moon in the water and smiled quietly.

"It was my fault." Wen Ren'e put away the handful of water and said softly.

He picked up this child, raised him to be what he wanted, and gave him what he thought was the best, but he never thought about whether Yin Hanjiang needed these things.

The inner demon is definitely not formed overnight. From the beginning, Wen Ren'e planted the inner demon in Yin Hanjiang's heart.

He took out the red stone, held it in his palm, and whispered, "Borrow it for a while."

Wen Ren'e, who was holding the stone, solidified into a solid entity. The clothes transformed by the chaotic energy disappeared. He tapped his fingertips and put on the clothes in Yin Hanjiang's arms. He sat beside him, stretched out his palm, and gently stroked Yin Hanjiang's hair.

"Hmm?" Yin Hanjiang's spiritual perception was very strong, and he woke up immediately. He found that his clothes were gone, and his face was panicked. He was completely different from the firm and calm appearance he had just held on to.

He fumbled around, looking for the robe. Wen Ren'e waved his sleeves, and the sleeves passed over Yin Hanjiang's face. He grabbed the sleeves and whispered, "Here."

He saw that Wen Ren'e in front of him was wearing real clothes. He grabbed Wen Ren'e's hand and found that it was a solid entity!

"Has the inner demon become so strong?" Yin Hanjiang shook his head absentmindedly, thinking it was fake, but his palm held Wen Ren'e's hand tightly.

"Master Yin, this is real. I'm back from the Netherworld Blood Sea." Wen Ren'e said firmly.

"Yes, Your Excellency is back." Yin Hanjiang didn't believe it and agreed casually.

Wenren E didn't mind that he thought he was fake, and took this opportunity to say: "The Wenren family has been loyal to the emperor and loved the people for generations, but ended up being executed. I pieced together countless decapitated corpses in the mass grave. Every time I turned over a corpse, I would hope that there was still a head on it and the person was still alive, but there was none. Probably from that time on, I had an obsession in my heart, hoping that at least one member of the Wen family survived.

"Many years later, I thought I had let go of my worries, escaped from the troubles of the mundane world, severed my kinship and embarked on the path of

cultivating immortals, but I didn't know that the obsession was always hidden in my heart. "When I picked you up in the mass grave, my first reaction was to touch your neck. From then on, I confused you with the survivors of the Wen family and raised you in the way I would train an outstanding general.

"It's my fault, it's my obsession that turned you into what you are now. "

Wen Ren'e took Yin Hanjiang into his arms and whispered, "From now on, Yin Hanjiang doesn't have to live for Wen Ren'e. Use your eyes to observe, use your ears to listen, no need to wear a mask, no need to pretend, do what you want to do."

The warm embrace, the gentle voice, the words that Yin Hanjiang had never heard before, made Yin Hanjiang know that this was a demon in his heart, but he was still willing to indulge in it.

"I want to avenge my Lord." Yin Hanjiang said, "I am cruel and may ruin your Lord's previous plan. I must be patient and can't be willful."

"You can be willful," Wen Ren'e said, "I allow you to do whatever you want, I will help you."

"I want to destroy everything your Lord likes, dedicate it to you, and send it down to accompany you, okay?" Yin Hanjiang raised his head and looked at Wen Ren'e expectantly.

"...I don't like Baili Qingmiao, so there is no need to burn her." Wen Ren'e clarified.

"That's great," Yin Hanjiang sighed softly, "No wonder countless people are addicted to the illusion of demons in their hearts and can't extricate themselves. This is such a beautiful thing. "

I am not a demon."

Yin Hanjiang didn't take this seriously at all. He pursed his lips and summoned up the courage to say, "I want to like you, Your Majesty. Is that okay?"

The author has something to say:

Yin Hanjiang: I want to light a lamp

. Wen Ren'e: If you don't like Baili Qingmiao, no need to light it, no need!

Yin Hanjiang: Then I'll light myself

. Wen Ren'e: No, no, no! Put down the fire!