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

The next day, the cool wind woke Han Ziyu from his dream, and the early morning light shone on the surrounding flowers and plants.

Han Ziyu stood up, picked up Little Apple, and flew back to the top of the cliff.

After Little Apple woke up, she looked around for her mother-in-law. When she heard that her mother-in-law was dead, she cried and made trouble without eating or drinking.

Han Ziyu trapped herself in her room for several months without seeing anyone.

A few months later, when the renovation of Wangya Peak was completed, Xi Qing stood outside the door and knocked on the door: "Master."

"Enter."

When he opened the door, he saw Han Ziyu rummaging around for things in the room. The room was in a mess and there was no place to stay.

"Master, what are you looking for? Disciple can help you."

As if Han Ziyu couldn't hear it, he opened the bed and took out everything in the cupboard.

"Master, what are you looking for?"

Han Ziyu was suddenly stunned. He turned around and looked at Xi Qing: "It's nothing."

"But the items Bei Yi left behind?" Xi Qing asked.

Han Ziyu said nothing, and after a moment he said, "What do you want from me?"

"Doctor Xu has refined the elixir for healing, and my disciple will bring it to you."

"Yes." Han Ziyu took the elixir and put it on the table.

He wanted to continue rummaging, but Xi Qing stopped him: "Master, I know you are sad, but Bei Yi is dead. He is dead. He hopes you can live well. You refuse to even leave the house every day." , He didn’t eat anything, and he didn’t heal his injuries.”

Han Ziyu lowered his eyes and blinked: "Have you seen the birthday gift Xiaoqi once gave me?"

Xi Qing turned his back and was silent for a moment, then lay down on the ground and started searching together.

After a cup of tea, Han Ziyu took a breath. Now that the day was getting hotter, he looked for the object for a while and then he was sweating profusely: "Found it."

Xi Qing took a breath and luckily found him: "Master, please leave first."

Han Ziyu: "Where is Mu Yuan?"

"Senior brother, he is in retreat to recover from his injuries."

After Xi Qing left, Han Ziyu sat by the bed, pinched the magic formula and the objects in the house returned to their original state. He stared blankly out the window, the sunlight was shining in, and a pot of lotus on the windowsill also had buds.

He walked to the window, lay on the window sill and stared at the scene outside the window for a long time.

The weather in June can change at any time, and in an instant the heavy rain has arrived.

On a rainy day like this in his previous life, he stood in the rain holding an umbrella and looked at the lotus flowers in the rain. It's a pity that I couldn't talk to Bei Yi more at that time.

Han Ziyu held his chin and stared at the lotus pond of White Water Palace. Raindrops floated in along the window sill and wet the hair on his forehead. He raised his hand to catch the raindrops and stared at the rain in his hands in deep thought for a long time.

At night, the rain stopped. Looking at the steep terrain on the top of the cliff, the temperature dropped sharply at night. Han Ziyu huddled in the corner of the bed and fell asleep.

In the dream, he seemed to go back to the past, to the days when the two of them fought demons together.

"Master, it hurts so much." Bei Yi hugged his waist and murmured softly against his chest.

Han Ziyu raised her hand and rubbed his head: "Master will heal your injuries."

"Master, can you please stop whipping me?"

Han Ziyu stared at the face of the young man in front of him by candlelight.

"When I was a child, I was a slave in the Liu Mansion and was often whipped."

Han Ziyu hugged the person into his arms: "Master is wrong."

Bei Yi: "Master, forget me, okay?"

The scene in the dream changed, and the dark fire all over the sky rushed towards him. The young man in front of him faced the dark fire and was covered in blood.

"no no!!"

Han Ziyu woke up suddenly. He hugged the quilt and curled up together. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and the pillow was already wet with tears.

He couldn't sleep anymore at night, so he lit a candle and began to read the hundreds of letters Bei Yi had written at that time.

Reading word by word, he had to read these hundreds of letters every night, otherwise he would not know how to spend the long nights.

It was him in the dream, it was still him when I opened my eyes, it was still him that I seemed to see when I looked back, even when I was in a daze, it was still him in my mind...

After reading a hundred letters, the dark night outside the window became lighter, and the roosters crowed in the mountains behind.

The sound of disciples practicing came.

Han Ziyu changed his clothes, tied up his hair and wanted to go out to take a look, but the hand that opened the door was stuck in the air.

He was a little scared. He was afraid that wherever he walked, there would be Bei Yi's shadow.

Another month passed and I heard that Mu Yuan was unconscious.

Han Ziyu hurriedly rushed to heal him.

Dr. Xu cut off Mu Yuan's shirt and saw that the poisonous vines had spread all over his upper body. His arms were bloody and bloody. He didn't know how many times he had pulled the vines in private. The blood and flesh on his arms where they connected to his heart were rolling.

Han Ziyu glanced at his wrist. If God Zixuan hadn't repaired his body, he would have been entangled to death by the grain poison after Bei Yi left.

Xi Qing frowned and couldn't bear to look at him: "Fools, all of them are fools!"

Dr. Xu administered medicine to him.

But a week later, he fell into coma again.

Han Ziyu really had no choice but to find Han Wuchou to arrange an illusion for Mu Yuan.

"Once you enter the illusion, you must rely on your own willpower to get out." Han Wuchou said.

"Using illusions will not solve the problem after all. Dr. Xu, why not make some emotion-free medicine and let senior brother take it." Xi Qing said.

"Wu Yi Cao can make people forget their emotions, but there is no trace of Wu Yi Cao in this world." Dr. Xu said.

Mu Yuan opened his eyes, weakly supported the bed and slowly sat up: "No need for treatment."

Han Ziyu: "This vine can kill people."

"Master, this disciple is still alive." He put on his clothes with one hand, "There is still little Apple, how can I bear to leave this world."

Later, he began to practice the ruthless way to resist the harm of grain poison.

Soon after, at the succession ceremony for the new head of Wangya Peak, Han Ziyu handed over the head seal to Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan has mastered the path of ruthlessness, he has let go of the past love in his heart, and the occurrence of grain poison is getting less and less.

Han Ziyu said goodbye to everyone, and he traveled around the world with a handful of weapons.

He wanted to see thousands of mountains and rivers. He had been reading Bei Yi's hundreds of letters these days. The descriptions of many places in them were very attractive. He wanted to find the places Bei Yi had been and feel what he had felt.

The first stop is to the north of Qizhen Zone, where there is a high mountain with beautiful scenery.

Han Ziyu came to stay in a restaurant at the foot of the mountain.

It was the Qiqiao Festival, and people were singing and dancing in the restaurant.

Han Ziyu put down her bags and went for a stroll nearby. The market was bustling with a dazzling array of products.

Someone was performing juggling, and the sound of hawking was endless.

He walked to the end of the market and came to a stone bridge. A painter next to him saw that Han Ziyu was standing on the bridge admiring the moon, which was very beautiful, so he drew his back.

But when Han Ziyu looked back, the painter exclaimed and stood up and caught up with Han Ziyu: "This young master, you are the person in the painting a few years ago."

Han Ziyu was confused: "Me? This is my first time here."

"That's right, it's you, young master. I won't mistake your clothes and appearance." The painter took out the treasured painting from the side.

"This painting is a portrait of you painted by a little fairy several years ago, and there is also a painting of your back."

Han Ziyu held the painting. At first glance, this painting was painted by Bei Yi.

"The little fairy took these two paintings and insisted that I change them. I thought hard and couldn't figure out how to change them. Now that I saw the real person, I sighed that it was lucky that I didn't change them. You are really like an immortal. It’s exactly the same as in the painting.”

Han Ziyu looked at the back painting. It was so lonely. A lonely moon hung in the night sky, and the shadows of the trees around him were dancing. The moonlight lengthened his figure, but there was no one around him. He was sitting by a lake behind him. with a lone wolf.

The scene in this painting is looking at the valley on top of the cliff.

Han Ziyu raised his hand and touched the lone wolf in the painting, but he still couldn't save him.

"Sir, the Immortal Lord said that he has been coming to me for the painting for two years, but he has not been there. If I had not given the painting to you, you and the person who painted it must be old friends."

Han Ziyu held the painting and looked at it for a long time: "Can I borrow some pen and ink?"

After a while, a figure appeared on the painting. The figure was high-spirited and full of vitality.

The two shadows touched.

There was a snow fox next to the lone wolf by the lake. The snow fox's head was rubbing against the wolf king.

Han Ziyu picked up the painting and smiled. Such an ending is worthy of the pain of these years and the mutual torture in the past and present lives.

He gave the painter a piece of silver, put the painting into his spiritual bag and left.

He bought a lot of food, went back to the restaurant, drank a few glasses of wine late at night, lay on the bed drunkenly, and was immersed in the memories of the past.

In the days that followed, he went to Northern Xinjiang and visited Northern Xinjiang for several months. He rode a snow wolf through the snow-capped pine forests and searched for elixirs on the snow-capped mountains.

He went to Tianzhiya, Lover's Valley and other places, and then went south all the way to Baku.

A few days later, the annual celebration was held at Wangyadian, and Han Ziyu returned to Wangyadian.

It's been a year since I returned this time.

At the ceremony, everyone looked happy, and they drank and drank together happily.

After the ceremony, Xi Qing went to the back mountain with a jar of wine, guarded a joint tomb, and talked for a long time.

He leaned against the tombstone and described the interesting events of the year while talking and laughing, saying that he had learned to take care of himself and the highest level of spiritual weapon making.

He took a sip of wine and laughed a few times: "Mom, that battle suit is torn, and I don't know how to mend it."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon."

"How are you doing there? You don't even come to see me in your dreams."