Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Han Ziyu approached him and fell beside him. His white clothes turned into red clothes. At this time, the Han Ziyu in front of him gradually overlapped with the figure in his mind. He had a splitting headache. Bei Yi held his head and roared.

March has passed, and Bei Yi has recovered most of his cultivation. He stays at the peak every night to enjoy the scenery.

"Lord, Lord Hanxian is awake." Li Linfu said.

Bei Yi turned his head and glanced at the visitor, his eyes dim: "Is he awake?"

"Do you want to visit, Your Majesty?"

"No, let him have a good rest."

Bei Yi had a painful headache, always feeling like a piece of his heart was missing, and some unknown pictures always appeared in his mind for no apparent reason.

Bei Yi flew to the valley. This must be the banana tree in his dream. Bei Yi lay under the banana tree and looked at the moonlight through the gap.

The scenes in the dream overlapped one after another.

He woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and flew to Whitewater Palace to find out what his relationship was with him.

"come in."

A cool voice reached my ears.

"Better?"

"Ah."

Bei Yi saw the horrific scars on his chest. Lin Yuetan was a cruel woman. Bei Yi clenched his fingers: "Are you hungry?"

Han Ziyu gathered her clothes and turned to look at the moonlight outside the window: "I fell into an abyss once, and he saved me. Now I want to return this life to him."

"Don't even think about escaping from my sight. You are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission. Recuperate well and go with me to worship our ancestors next month." Bei Yi pulled the quilt and said softly, "You are my wife, sir. If you don’t go to worship before you get married, you have to make up for it.”

"Beiyi"

Han Ziyu looked at him with soulless eyes, which made him extremely uncomfortable. For a long time, Beiyi only said four words: "Have a good rest."

Bei Yi left in a hurry, not daring to take another look.

January has passed, and the carriage is moving slowly, but it has not arrived yet after three days of traveling.

Lin Yuetan sat in the carriage and complained: "Husband, this carriage is so bumpy. How about I ride with my sister?"

Bei Yi nodded and played with the small spiritual weapon in his palm. This spiritual weapon was made by him after a month of work. Just press the button in the middle and it will immediately turn into a lotus flower.

Lin Yuetan got off the carriage and waited for Han Ziyu's carriage behind.

Li Linfu drove Han Xianzun's carriage, obviously not wanting this woman to get on the carriage, and drove past in a hurry.

Lin Yuetan was left alone to chase after him.

Lin Yuetin was sweating profusely from running, and then Li Linfu stopped the car: "What is the young lady doing here?"

"Old slave, you didn't respond to my call. I'm exhausted." She lifted the curtain and stooped into the carriage.

The decoration inside the carriage made her crazy. There was a jade-carved bed and yellow pear wood tables and stools. She looked at the blossoming lotus flowers carved on the roof of the carriage shed, and hatred grew in her heart.

"Is it okay for my sister to be in this carriage?"

Han Ziyu was wearing a bamboo hat and didn't want to talk to her.

The woman said reluctantly: "You think that jewelry and jade means that he loves you? Haha, it's ridiculous. Sister, you are just a disfigured man who can't even give birth to a child. Sooner or later, your position will be Mine, I am the only one worthy of being the Demon Lord’s wife.”

Han Ziyu moved his fingers and cast a sealing spell. The woman closed her lips tightly and could not say a word.

Even though he was short of spiritual power, he could still cast a small spell. Moreover, the lotus pond and moonlight in the courtyard were filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Although it was small, it could be absorbed into spiritual energy for self-defense. What's more, Li Xuan was able to Beat the woman in front of him half to death.

Thinking that Han Ziyu actually summoned Li Xuan, and the white light blinded the woman's eyes, Han Ziyu waved his whip, and the sound echoed in the woman's ears.

"roll."

Lin Yuetan was trembling. The last time she took this man to the water prison, she didn't see that he had spiritual power or a magical weapon. Today, he seems to be more arrogant. Damn it.

Lin Yuetan ran to Bei Yi's carriage again, her sad eyes showed grievance, she opened her mouth but could not say a word.

Bei Yi lifted her sealing spell, and a warmth rose in his heart. Was he jealous?

"Husband, woo woo, sister, sister, she bullied Yue'er for not having spiritual power, so she beat me up. Look at the red marks on her hands."

Lin Yuetin looked at the hand that had been slapped twice and cried.

Bei Yi suppressed a smile and comforted him: "You should be glad that he didn't cast a blood curse on you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to break the curse today. Don't worry, I will teach him a lesson today."

"really?"

"Seriously." Of course it was a lesson in bed, otherwise how else could he be taught a lesson.

Lin Yuetan wiped away her tears. When the tears touched the whip marks, her expression became even more painful. She didn't expect that the man actually whipped her twice. It was really disgusting.

The carriage finally reached Longhua Mountain, and Bei Yi helped Lin Yueqin get out of the carriage.

The temple is very simple, and the ground is muddy and bumpy after heavy rain.

"Husband, this road is so dirty. The clothes I wore today are worth ten thousand gold. I don't want to get stained with mud and water."

After saying that, Bei Yi picked her up and walked along the mountain road. The terrain of Longhua Mountain was dangerous and steep. Bei Yi held her in his arms and walked for half an hour. He turned around and looked at Han Ziyu behind him. He was dressed in white and the wind was blowing. Lifting up a corner of his bamboo hat, he exposed his thin lips. People with thin lips are said to be the most ruthless. He is really as ruthless as people say. He killed his master and now he is torturing himself.

"Husband, why don't you leave?"

Bei Yi put her down and turned around, "Mo Chen."

Mo Chen extended from his bloodline and landed in the air, waiting for orders.

"Take him to Longhua Temple."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Chen became unusually big. He moved the sword bit by bit and came to Han Ziyu's feet. He looked cautious as if Han Ziyu would eat it in the next moment.

Han Ziyu stood unceremoniously on Mo Chen's sword. Mo Chen walked very slowly and flew very low. Looking down the mountain from the sword, the scenery here was even better than the top of the cliff. It was a good place to retire.

Wu Ge came out of Han Ziyu's bloodline and clung to his waist to prevent Mo Chen from hurting him. It was not until Han Ziyu gently touched Wu Ge that Wu Ge reluctantly hid in his bloodline.

Bei Yi picked up Lin Yueqin and flew up, and soon arrived at Longhua Temple.

A Zen master, wearing a cassock, was waiting at the door of the temple: "Is the donor here to express his feelings?"

Lin Yuetan straightened her clothes: "We are here to worship our ancestors."

"Oh? But I see that the donor is serious." Zen Master Wu Shi handed Han Ziyu a string of Buddhist beads.

Han Ziyu looked at the string of Buddhist beads through his bamboo hat and wondered what they meant.

"This donor, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Zen Master Wu Shi turned his beads and looked at Bei Yi: "Amitabha."

Bei Yi didn't believe the arrogance of these temple people and kept making mysteries all day long.

"Ten thousand years of hard work, the reincarnation of cause and effect, one life will be annihilated, and the next life will be empty."

Bei Yi turned around and said, "What are you mumbling about, old man?"

Wu Shi opened his eyes and turned the beads: "Is this a lotus in the hands of the donor? The lotus emerges from the mud and stands tall and graceful. Do not play with it or force it. The lotus in the hands of the donor is dilapidated. It is better to return it to the lotus pond as soon as possible to give it a chance to survive."

Bei Yi opened his palms, and there were lots of lotus-shaped spiritual weapons.

…………

"Ayi, Ayi."

Bei Yi had an unbearable headache. Who was calling him one after another? He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wang Ruonan in front of him. He exhaled. It was impossible to tell whether what happened just now was true or false. The real touch, the real feeling, What is true and what is false.

"Ayi, wake up, senior brother has asked for a chance for you, and you can still enter the inner gate."

Bei Yi frowned and looked at Wang Ruonan beside him.

"Ayi, wake up soon. Does your body still hurt?"

Seeing that he had no reaction, Wang Ruonan took out a soul-reviving pill and fed it to him: "Ayi."

"Ok?"

"Does your body still hurt?"

Bei Yi blinked and grabbed Wang Ruonan's arm: "Are you from Poison Valley?"

Wang Ruonan looked flustered. How did he know? It was impossible.

"I know your identity, senior sister." He looked at the person in front of him, memories of the past stirring in his mind.

"How do you know?" Wang Ruonan knocked down the candle beside her, and the candle lit the corner of her clothes. Wang Ruonan put out the little sparks with one hand.

"These elixir bottles in your hands are specially made from Poison Valley."

Wang Ruonan immediately put his hands behind his back, his eyes trembling slightly: "Can you not tell senior brother?"

"Well, I know how to keep secrets. Senior sister, I have something to ask. Do you know if there are any spells in the Poison Valley secret book that can confuse people's memory?" Bei Yi thought about that dream, but there were many discrepancies with his own memory. For example, he didn't know how to do it at all. He doesn't remember how many masters came to murder him, nor does he remember going to Longhua Temple.

"There is indeed a spell that can confuse people's memory, but the spells in the secret book are all forbidden spells, and no one has ever used them."

Bei Yi's whole body was floating in the air, as if he was in a heavy fog, and what he saw in his dream was too real.

In his own memory, the White Water Palace in his previous life was originally the residence of Master Xiao Lin, where lotus ponds were rippling and lotuses stood tall. Later, Han Ziyu was arranged to enter Baishui Palace.

But the lotus pond in the dream just now was made after Han Ziyu was imprisoned. In order to continue to give him spiritual power, he created a lotus pond to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and planted lotus flowers himself.

Why is there such a big discrepancy? Could it be that the rebirth memory is disordered? Impossible. Maybe the dream was fake and imaginary.

"Ayi?"

Bei Yi came back to his senses and looked at Wang Ruonan: "It's okay, I just don't understand a lot of things."

Is the dream real?

"Ayi, keep it a secret for me. My identity cannot be known. I swear that I came to the top of the cliff just to practice magic with my master. I have no other intentions." Wang Ruonan looked guilty. She really didn't mean it. To lie to them.

"I won't tell them. Don't worry, Senior Sister. I've only seen Poison Valley's medicine bottles before, and today I saw the same type in your hand, so I guessed that Senior Sister should use another kind of medicine bottle to hold elixirs in the future. Just in case someone with intentions sees it and takes advantage of you."

"Yes, I understand. You are still weak and have been in a coma for ten days. You need to eat lightly recently. By the way, senior brother has asked the master for mercy."

Bei Yi didn't expect that he had been in a coma for ten days, so long: "What did he say?"

"Within one month, a thousand disciples, including senior brother, Xi Qing and me, must succeed in the challenge. In order to enter the inner sect, we must succeed in all three challenges." Wang Ruonan felt that this was simply impossible to accomplish. Senior Brother Mu Yuan's technique was the best for all disciples. Among the disciples, Xi Qing's spiritual weapon making technique is unrivaled by no one except his master, and his grammar is ranked first, so it is impossible to complete it.

Bei Yi nodded lightly: "Yes."