荒墟牧神 - 第406章 育化萬物 - 簡牘書房

. " Fan Xuanshu was overjoyed. All these years she had fought Si Youyou over this flawless body, but before this, the Blind Old Man, Li Zheng, and others had interfered, and the Old Tathagata had tried to wipe her out; now she was finally about to get her wish. What she loved was not Si Youyou as a person; she loved Si Youyou's body. How wonderful it was to be a woman, to possess a beauty that even gods would envy, a perfection as though it should not exist in this world.

Once she had this body, wherever she went she would draw ten thousand gazes; countless people would be infatuated with her, driven mad by her; everyone would love her. She could have everything!

As the former leader of the Nether Demon Sect, her abilities were not simply a matter of high combat power. If she wanted to escape, there were few people in this world who could detain her.

The followers of the Nether Demon Sect were versed in every kind of escape art, and she was a grandmaster among them! Now all she had to do was wait for Xing'an to eliminate Si Youyou's primordial spirit; then she could make her getaway and live a happy, perfect life from then on. Yet abruptly, a nameless panic seized Fan Xuanshu's heart.

She remembered a bright morning a hundred years ago when the young Patriarch had brought a little girl of the Si family to her. "Si Youyou, this generation's Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Saint. I cannot teach her.

Compared with me, you are still young and vigorous; you can stand the trouble. " The young Patriarch threw the little girl at him and turned away.

The young Patriarch ran off, as if this little girl were a flood or a wild beast.

He looked at Si Youyou's face at that moment—back then he had still been a man. Si Youyou had been only thirteen.

He still remembered that first glance of the thirteen-year-old Si Youyou: it had struck his heart like an overwhelming happiness, as if his heart had been clasped by a gentle hand, as if the whole world were nothing but the girl before him.

But he knew he was her master and must not harbor evil thoughts toward his own disciple. All along, he had followed a master's duties, teaching Si Youyou with all his heart, passing on everything he had learned in his life.

Yet the forbidden thoughts still crept out from time to time, disturbing his thoughts, disturbing his Dao-heart. Si Youyou had been very mischievous.

There was hardly anyone in the Heavenly Saint Sect whom she had not tormented, and she had stirred up no end of trouble. In those days, Fan Xuanshu's busiest work had been cleaning up after his young disciple, smoothing over the messes Si Youyou had made.

But that had also been the happiest time of his life. Even when he was dealing with one disaster after another, his heart held a feeling of doting indulgence.

Before him, Si Youyou was well-behaved and sensible, quick in her progress, pleasing him greatly.

There were no stupid women in the Si family. At that time deep affection bound master and disciple, and he hid his evil thoughts deeply. When had it begun to change? Si Youyou grew up.

The childish naughtiness, the green callowness of youth, gradually vanished, replaced by a terrifying charm.

Every movement, every word, every gesture was radiant with allure, leaving his eyes with only her. He still knew he was her master and should not entertain evil thoughts toward his disciple, but he could not stop himself. He spied on Si Youyou while she bathed.

He collected clothes she had worn. He was infatuated to the extreme. But Si Youyou noticed, and she gradually began to keep her distance from him.

It was probably from that point that his infatuation, his love, finally warped into greed. The more he could not have her, the more he wanted her; the more he wanted her, the more warped his heart became.

He told himself that what he loved was not his disciple but that most beautiful body. Feeling how twisted his heart had become, he was horrified.