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Lost and found again, gained and lost again, is the most hurtful.

Regardless of Ye Zhifan's faltering, Xie Qingyun withdrew the Shadowless Sword, walked around with his back to him and said ruthlessly:

"Jia Xingming was the disciple that I took in when I was traveling in the lower world. Because he was destined to suffer a calamity, he did not take him back to Wentian Sect. He planned to wait for him to survive the calamity before officially accepting him as a disciple.

Xingming is born with a sword body, and has a pure heart. Apart from the calamity of death, the path of cultivation can be said to be smooth.

In order for him to successfully survive the disaster, his master gave him several secret techniques to welcome the moon peak. Later, he was even given the Wuji Sword Sect's gift for his coming out of seclusion. "

She turned around slowly and looked at Ye Zhifan with a complicated expression.

"It's a pity that he met you... That's right. Can a disaster that can be easily overcome be called a death disaster? Cultivation is inherently contrary to nature, but fate is not so easy to change.

Fan'er, every time Xingming reports on his cultivation status to his master, he will mention you and say how perseverant you are. If it weren't for him, it would not be so easy for his master to accept you as his disciple at the Immortal Meeting.

I hope you won’t let your teacher down, and don’t let your good brother down. "

Xie Qingyun fluttered his sleeves and walked away, leaving only Ye Zhifan stunned in the wind.

Every bit of his time with Brother Jia appeared before him again, and many forgotten details were clearly imprinted in his mind.

When they first met in Mingsang City, he was so hungry that his stomach growled.

A piece of chestnut cake was thrown over by the boy.

When he entered, he smiled and stretched out his hand, "Three low-grade spiritual stones from Chenghui!"

"Why don't you go and grab it?"

The young man looked at him sincerely, "I could have just grabbed it, but I was kind enough to give you some snacks."

……

Becoming a disciple of the Sunset Sect, he ran up to the young man and shouted.

"A person cannot stand without trust. Are you, Brother Ye, that kind of person? What I mean is that from now on, I will protect you. If we, brothers, work together, we will be able to become famous in the world of immortality!"

The young man narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Brother Ye?"

Thinking of the young man breaking the towering old trees with his hands, he almost knelt down and said:

"Brother Ye, it's not impossible..."

……

Being framed by others and almost destroying his spiritual roots, he destroyed the Sunset Sect in a rage. When he was unable to succeed, a young man fell from the sky.

"Brother Ye, let me help you!"

He was moved that Brother Jia was willing to risk the world's disapproval to save him, but his tenderness was ruined by his profit-seeking.

"Chenghui, three hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

……

In the Baili Valley, he and his uncle were chased and intercepted by the enemy.

When he completely lost his mind and went crazy, the young man jumped out and saved him and his uncle from the fire and water.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a while. Brother Ye is so awesome. His clothes will burst in a fight!"

"Uncle, stop, he is Brother Jia!"

"Jia Xingming is just a casual cultivator, not worth mentioning!"

"Uncle, Brother Jia is a good man."

……

In the world of Tianbei, the young man used illusions to help them sneak into Lihuo City.

"Uncle, Brother Jia, look at my explosive iron fist!"

"Ye Zhifan" shouted, bending his arms inward, imitating his original appearance, making a naked gesture.

He covered his face in embarrassment, "Brother Jia, can you be a human being?"

The young man who had transformed into him stepped in and said, "I am a beast based on my ability, why should I be a human being?"

……

There were many more, but the most unbearable thing was everything that happened to the Ye family in the Holy Land.

The always high-spirited young man had his head lowered and was kneeling in the middle of the ruins covered in blood.

He hugged the warm corpse in grief, and bits of broken light emerged from the young man's body, turning into stardust and scattering in the air before he could react.

"Brother Ye, you don't have to pay back the debt you owe..."

There was a faint laugh in his ears, and when he lowered his head, his arms became empty.

Ye Zhifan recalled every bit of the past over and over again, letting the invisible blade stir his heart to blood.

He stood there for more than four days.

The first time he woke up, he staggered towards the main courtyard, ignoring the stars in the sky and beating the door desperately.

"Master, Master, Master!"

"Ye Zhifan needs to see the master for something!"

"Master, please come out and see me!"

He yelled hoarsely, he was really not afraid of death!

In the guest room on the west side, which serves as the servant's room, Lan Feng and Shenyin, who were trying to adapt to the world of immortality, were awakened by a fierce knock on the door just after falling asleep.

The two came out of their respective rooms and after looking at each other, Lan Feng comforted him:

"Your Highness, please continue to rest. I will go take a look. His voice sounds like he is the master's apprentice."

Lan Feng went straight out of the small courtyard.

The lights were on in the main room, like daytime, and the woman's figure was reflected on the study window, making it hard to see clearly.

Lan Feng thought for a moment, then came to the door and asked in a low voice:

"Master, do you want to see him?"

"I don't know the rules!"

A low shout sounded, and the cold wind and snow that hit his face made his heart tremble, and Lan Feng lowered his head.

"I know my mistake."

"I'm not talking about you," the coldness dissipated, and the voice with a faint smile was as clear and sweet as a mountain stream, "Come in."

"Yes."

After entering the door, Lan Feng's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the person behind the desk. She was writing something seriously, and the soft light gave her a hazy halo.

Cold, noble, stunning and mysterious.

When he came closer, she put away what she was writing on, laid out another stack of rice paper, and pressed the rice paper down with a jade paperweight engraved with immortal plants and animals.

"Come here and sharpen the ink."

She waved her hands, and her beautiful face was so dazzling.

Lan Feng bowed and walked over. From time to time, knocking on the door came into his ears, making him hesitate to speak.

When he came back to his senses, a mermaid with half-undressed clothes and blurred eyes leaning on the water appeared on the page.

She has long dark hair, brown eyes, and dark blue fish tails, looking full of spring at the bright moon hanging over the sea.

Not him or who? !

"Little Princess!!!"

Lan Feng was so shocked that he blushed, and directly called out the name of the mermaid tribe. He choked on his saliva several times, and still condensed some sentences that could be understood.

"How...how could you draw something like this?"

"Why not?"

Xie Qingyun held the painting with one hand, stood up and leaned toward Lan Feng.

"Is it because I can't paint pictures, or am I unable to paint you, or do you think the person in the painting doesn't look like you?"

"No, it's not..."

Lan Feng leaned back and tried to think of words to correct the little princess's behavior.

Another fierce knock on the door hit his already panicked heart, scaring him so much that he lost his balance and fell backwards.

Another slender but strong hand grasped his waist, and the "girl" slowly leaned forward, her smile charming and seductive, but the words she spoke were like the whispers of a devil.

"Lan Feng, as long as you pose for me in the painting, I won't tell Shenyin that you came to my study at night——"

Word by word, bite it very clearly, "Seduce! Seduce! Me!"

"No, I didn't, little princess, you can't do this!"

Lan Feng tried his best to explain, almost crying but without tears. The hands around his waist were like steel, holding him unable to move.

"Is it?"

The girl raised her eyebrows and chuckled, then whispered in his ear, "You said, if I call Shenyin over now, and see us now..."

The left hand held spiritual power, and the light ball that conveyed the message slowly condensed.

"No! Don't tell His Highness!"

Lan Feng prayed humbly, his calm expression was chapped, his eyes were filled with tears, his heart was full of struggle, and the blush on his face would not fade away.

"I, my subordinate agrees."