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

Wang Ruonan looked at Mu Yuan in front of him, feeling very uncomfortable: "Well, Xiao Qi will leave first."

Mu Yuan looked back at her leaving figure until the figure disappeared. He flew to the branch with the Pingshan Sword in his arms, sat on the tree and watched the disciples practicing.

Bei Yi drank the decoction for a day, and his whole body was filled with the smell of the decoction. It smelled terrible. He took off his clothes and changed into a blue and white school uniform. Although he didn't like the color, it didn't smell of medicine.

Late at night is the best time to investigate a case. I didn't find anything in the library last time, so I'll check it out again tonight.

He left the disciple's residence lightly and relied on his not-so-good Qinggong to arrive at the White Water Palace. He jumped into the palace with a flying body, but with poor use of his spiritual power, he fell into the courtyard with a loud bang, hitting countless cobblestones.

"Fuck, it hurts me to death."

Bei Yi climbed up while holding on to the wall. A lump suddenly bulged on his forehead. His chest felt tight for a while, and the smell of blood overflowed from his mouth.

He actually threw his senior sister's words behind him. He couldn't do any exercises, otherwise he would vomit blood and fall into coma.

I walked on tiptoe along the wall, and finally arrived outside the library. I gently opened the door and stepped in.

"Cough cough cough."

Damn, there's so much dust. Han Ziyu is so lazy. He was like this last time. Why doesn't this guy know how to send someone to clean it up?

The library occupies two rooms, and the bookcases are arranged very closely. It has the most complete collection of books on Wangya Peak.

I rummaged around and couldn't find any useful clues.

""Qi Zhen's Food Encounter", "Qi Zhen's Spiritual Weapon Making Technique", "Qi Zhen's Folk Customs and Customs", "Qi Zhen's Planting Technique"... a bunch of messy books."

Wangya Peak is located in the Qizhen area to the north and west. The west area is Du Valley, and the south and east are Tianlan Haicheng.

"Bali Food Encounters", Bei Yi opened this dusty book. It contains all the delicacies of the Bali region, and they are all spicy food. There is no need to guess that this book must have been collected by Han Ziyu. He loves spicy food so much, so he should live in the Bali area.

""Pinglu Peak Structural Map", this book should record some useful things." Bei Yi patted the old ashes on it, lit up clusters of short flames in his palm, and flipped through the book by the light of the fire.

"In the third year of Xuanguan, Wangya Peak was built. In the next three hundred years, Wangya Peak was divided into five mountains, Pinglu Peak, Yingtan Peak, Qingwa Peak, Jili Peak, and Niangzi Peak. The Whitewater Palace was located on Pinglu Peak and was rebuilt. In the third year of Xuanji, Hanguang Immortal Lord oversaw the construction, and Mobei Immortal Lord built a lotus pond in the palace and erected a rockery in the lotus pond. The Baishui Palace is extremely beautiful, with willow trees sprouting in spring, and the courtyard full of lotus flowers in summer, and the fragrance is overflowing. The backyard is built with Bagua formation. , the center of the formation is located in a pavilion, surrounded by vegetation..."

After Bei Yi read the previous introduction, he hurriedly flipped through the pages. The rest were just insignificant things written in a crammed-in word count.

Mo Bei is the honorific title of senior brother Han Ziyu. The lotus pond built by his senior brother for him was rebuilt in the third year of Xuanji. The third year of Xuanji was the year when Han Ziyu officially moved into Pinglu Peak to become an immortal. So White Water Palace has never existed since then. Han Ziyu lived there at first. But in the memory of the previous life, it was Xiao Lin who first lived in White Water Palace.

Bei Yi didn't believe it and pulled out a pile of books about Baishui Palace. Each book recorded that Baishui Palace was built for Han Ziyu.

"This life doesn't count. In my previous life, Mu Yuan was Xiao Lin's disciple, and in this life I have become Han Ziyu's disciple. What can the records in this book explain? It can't explain anything." Bei Yi picked up a stack of books and collapsed. Sitting on the dusty ground, the small flame in the palm of my hand went out.

If, if the lotus pond in the previous life did not exist from the beginning, if he really dug it for Han Ziyu, then his memory is really wrong, his memory is wrong!

He has always refused to admit that if his memory is wrong, then everything in the past may not be what he remembers bit by bit. Maybe, maybe Han Ziyu was not so evil in his previous life.

Bei Yi lay on the dirty ground holding a book. If the dream he had before was true, what could it mean?

squeak-

Bei Yi held his breath, someone was coming.

The sound of books turning over and over rang in Bei Yi's ears. Who was up late at night and came to the library to look for something?

It was too dark in the room and he couldn't see clearly what the person on the other side of the bookcase looked like.

If you come here in the middle of the night, you are either raping or stealing. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the library. They need to hand it over to Han Ziyu with a book borrowing order. He takes the book and lends it to the borrower. You are not allowed to enter the library alone, otherwise you will be whipped.

The man was getting closer and closer. Since Beiyi was lying on the ground, it was inconvenient to move, so he had to curl up his legs to avoid being stepped on by him.

As he got closer and closer, Bei Yi turned over and pressed the book in his arms, making sure not to make any sound.

"Fuck me." Bei Yi yelled.

The man stepped firmly on Bei Yi's foot and fell right on Bei Yi's body.

The blood that was originally pooled in the chest due to the exercise was spit out by this man's sudden pressure.

Bei Yi raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth: "Who the hell are you, looking for death?"

"who are you?"

That familiar voice and familiar breath made Bei Yi really want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

"It's a big sin to come to the library without sleeping in the middle of the night." Han Ziyu said.

Bei Yi scratched his head in embarrassment: "I lost my book borrowing order, so I came in privately to learn more about Bali cuisine so that I can be with Master."

Han Ziyu was dubious: "What book are you holding in your arms?"

It was pitch black and he couldn't see clearly anyway. Bei Yi chuckled: "Yes, it's an erotic picture."

Han Ziyu, who has a nine-year-old mind, obviously doesn't understand: "What is an erotic picture?"

Bei Yi suddenly remembered how shy and blushing he looked at the bottom of the Poison Valley a few days ago. Although his mind is only nine years old now, he will definitely be half angry to death when he regains his memory soon.

"The erotic painting is a kind of art. It depicts two people in love doing love-making things." Bei Yi said softly.

Han Ziyu lit a fire in one hand: "Oh."

Bei Yi smiled and asked: "Master, have you ever seen it?"

Han Ziyu's eyes were sincere: "No."

Bei Yi was lying on one side with his cheek in his hands. Looking at Han Ziyu sitting on him from this angle, it was really unique. No, this posture, this posture was his favorite posture in his previous life.

"You go down first, Master, I'm tired." He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on anymore and would react again later, but it would be bad if he frightened the nine-year-old him.

Han Ziyu stood up and looked at the bookcase where she was sitting: "What is an erotic picture?"

Seeing how diligently he studied, Bei Yi searched around for a writing brush, started to sharpen the ink, and pulled out a few pieces of white paper from the bookcase.

"There are erotic pictures. There are men, women, and women. Which one do you want to see?" Bei Yi sat next to Han Ziyu. Under the weak firelight, Han Ziyu's eyes gave off a strange light.

"Men-men? Men also have love with men?"

Bei Yi scratched and sneezed. There was too much dust here: "Of course, tigers and vicious dogs can have love, not to mention that between men, the emperor and generals of a certain dynasty can have love. What's the point? Strange, your friend Wang Zhao”

Bei Yi paused: "Some time ago, a man massacred hundreds of people in order to resurrect the man he loved."

Han Ziyu frowned: "Killing for love?"

Seeing his innocent appearance, Bei Yi couldn't bear to talk anymore. In his previous life, his hands were full of blood and he almost massacred everyone in the world in order to resurrect Xiao Lin.

"Well, killing for love, to resurrect the one you love."

"One life is not worth so many lives."

Bei Yi stared into his eyes. He was really Han Xianzun who cared about justice in the world. He had been so knowledgeable since he was a child.

"There is no way to know right from wrong." If Han Ziyu knew that he had killed so many people and committed so many sins in his previous life, he would definitely not let him go.

"Girl?"

"Well, men can love each other, and naturally women and women can also love each other. Loving someone has nothing to do with their gender. If you love someone, you are in love."

Han Ziyu frowned and scratched his head: "Oh."

Bei Yi was secretly happy. He drew two men on the white paper. They were him and Han Ziyu in his previous life, changing various postures on the bed, under the banana tree, beside the lotus pond, and in the bathtub. on the roof.

It took Bei Yi half an hour to finish the five pictures, all kinds of strange postures, the strong body and the soft body like water, one hard and one soft, forming a sharp contrast, like a yin and yang array, one black and one white entangled in one place, blending together.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Bei Yi licked his lips: "Art should not be studied deeply."

The person in this painting, the one at the top is from his previous life, and even his face is clearly drawn, while the person at the bottom he didn't dare to draw too clearly, but at least his body shape has not changed, but his face is blurry.

Han Ziyu picked up the paintings and admired them one by one: "The paintings are good."

Bei Yi almost laughed out loud. He was so happy that he forgot about the fact that he was vomiting blood. He touched the top of his forehead and fell to the ground in pain.

"The main thing is that the two of them have good figures, good looks, and exaggerated postures."

Bei Yi could imagine that Han Ziyu's expression when he saw these five paintings after regaining his memory must have looked like the angry tiger.

"Are the actions above only done by lovers?" Han Ziyu asked.

Bei Yi rubbed his nose: "Of course, only people who are in love can do this. It feels so refreshing to do, and the whole body feels like being in the clouds, light and airy; it also feels like being in a huge wave, dizzy and rising; and it feels like falling from the edge of a cliff. , full of passion.”

He didn't know that he, a scumbag who knew nothing about learning, could actually make some literate remarks at this moment.

Han Ziyu seemed to understand: "It sounds very magical."

Bei Yi nodded: "When you grow up in the future, you will understand when you meet the person you love. Do you still remember how I taught you how to make mushroom magic weapons yesterday?"

"Uh-huh."

Bei Yi leaned against his ear: "That spiritual weapon is what I used when doing this. It is very useful. When you meet the one you love in the future, I will teach you the purpose and use of the mushroom spiritual weapon."

Han Ziyu said, "Can you give these five paintings to me?"

"Of course, this painting is for Master."

To talk about his extraordinary painting skills, we have to mention that he was a crazy person in his previous life. Since Han Ziyu's death, Bei Yi painted every day. One painting after another was all about him, trying to use his paintings to summon his remnant soul. , summoned him to chat, drink, and admire the moon with him, but that person died, and his death was a bit miserable...