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

The food made by Hong Lazi was placed in front of him, and Bei Yi poured a cup of Lianhua Qing.

He picked up an empty wine glass, poured another one and put it on the opposite side, and set out another set of dishes and chopsticks.

"Eat it, it's all the spicy food you love. If you make so much, it will be wasted if you don't eat it."

The words are blown away by the wind, and the sound is lost by the wind.

No one responded to his words, even if they scolded him and beat him.

He took a bite and drank a glass of wine.

"It's so spicy, I don't know why you like it."

He was talking to himself alone in the air, and the only response he received was the chirping of the sparrows in the backyard.

Bei Yi took a few mouthfuls of the food, then suddenly raised his hand to put a piece of meat into the empty bowl: "Here, it's all your favorite food, why don't you eat it? Do you want me to feed you personally? Where did you get such a big face? I tell you to eat whatever you want and put on airs all day long. Do you really think that you are the former Hanxian Lord? You are just my wife now."

"I say it again, eat quickly!"

In the summer courtyard, the cicadas are singing and the breeze is blowing. Everything is so beautiful, except for the figure and voice of that person.

Often at this time, the person would throw the chopsticks at his face and curse: "It tastes terrible, get away."

Bei Yi thought about the past and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

Li Linfu stood aside, looking at the Lord like this, and felt silent in his heart. If he had known what would happen, why would he have to press hard in the first place?

Bei Yi ate a table full of spicy food, which made his stomach feel uncomfortable. He poured a bottle of wine and flew down the mountain.

The banana trees were growing just right. He lay under the banana tree and looked up at the sky. The sky was as clear as blue and the clouds were flying.

The feeling of loneliness is like grass growing wantonly, slowly covering the vast desert.

I didn't feel sentimental at first, but as I slowly recalled it, loneliness and pain gradually enveloped my heart. After a while, I discovered that I didn't know whether it was because I was lonely, or because I was used to being lonely. I tossed and turned all night long without feeling sleepy. One day, I suddenly lowered my head and found that the inconspicuous grass was growing under my feet. It was only when the moonlight fell late at night that I realized that the pain of lovesickness was the most painful.

It turns out that the heart is full of holes, it turns out that the most hated thing is also the most unforgettable, it turns out that some feelings will slowly take root like a tree.

It's extremely difficult to pull out the roots once they've taken root. There will be blood all over the ground and the roots won't be cut off.

Bei Yi covered his abdomen, wondering why that man loved spicy food so much. People who eat spicy food feel uncomfortable.

He slowly sat up against the banana tree, broke off a banana leaf and looked at it for a long time.

"Han Ziyu"

"Han Ziyu"

"Han Ziyu, why did you leave me? Why?"

"I promise you to let go of Pengxi Pavilion and let go of Kunshanwu. Your two disciples are also alive and well."

"Hahaha, by the way, if you don't pay attention to me, I will kill Wang Ruonan and Xi Qing and let them go to Jiuquan to accompany you. How about that?"

I don't know if he was talking to himself or to that person, but the only response was the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds.

Just like this, another year passed, another summer, but the lotus flowers in Whitewater Palace lost their vitality.

Since Han Ziyu's death, the lotus flowers have not bloomed as well as before. It should be said that since he pulled out the withered lotus flowers and put them back in, the lotus flowers have not bloomed as before. This year is even worse, with only a few flowers blooming. The leaves are not as lush as last year.

"Li Linfu, find a few people to transplant some lotus flowers at the foot of the mountain and plant them in Baishui Palace."

"Yes."

Bei Yi suddenly turned around: "No need, it won't be the same after the transplant."

"Lord, Lord Hanxian has passed away for a year and a half. You have to express your condolences. You are always tormenting yourself like this. Your body will collapse."

"Torture yourself? How could you see me torturing myself? It's too late for me to be happy after he dies."

Bei Yi leaned down and touched the budding flower: "How many jars of wine are there in the backyard?"

"Five altars."

"Bring me a jar of wine."

After saying this, he slowly walked closer to the house. The wooden door was opened, and the dust reflected a layer of mist under the sunlight.

I haven't been here for a year, and there are spider webs on the windows.

The ice coffin is placed in the formation. The ice coffin is made of ice-cold stone from the ancient Taixu. It can keep the body as it was before and keep the blood color forever.

"Han Ziyu, long time no see."

"You've been sleeping for so long, why don't you wake up and talk to me?"

Bei Yi opened the ice coffin, and the person inside seemed to be asleep, with thin lips still showing light pink.

Bei Yi raised his hand and touched it. The cold temperature told him that the person inside was not asleep, but had left.

He smiled sarcastically: "Han Ziyu, you are still trying to save people from me. Who do you think you are? You are a dead body, but you still fight to the death. I really underestimated you, that battle at Pengxi Pavilion , how did you recover your spiritual power, how did you fuse the two artifacts, and how did you absorb the demonic energy?"

No one answered his question.

The face of the man in the coffin looked peaceful. The face was no longer as alive as when he was alive. At least he could get angry and curse when he was alive. Now he looked like a finely carved doll.

Every room in the White Water Palace is a forbidden area. Li Linfu put the wine at the door and did not dare to take a step closer.

Bei Yi carried the wine jar back with a staggering step and sat down next to the ice coffin in a dejected manner.

"Come, drink, the Lianhua Qing you like to drink."

The person in the coffin showed no reaction, but he drank half of the jar alone. The jar was as tall as a five-year-old child, and he poured another pot.

The days were very boring, and they passed like years. During these days, he learned to make spiritual weapons to pass the time. Although he was not proficient in the art of making spiritual weapons, he gradually learned to make high-level spiritual weapons. Suddenly one day he made something that looked like Han Ziyu. The exact same humanoid spiritual weapon, he stayed up all night from then on, holding a pile of iron lumps, polishing and forging it, and finally infused it with spiritual power.

He made hundreds of spiritual weapons, and each of them was named Han Ziyu.

Hundreds of spiritual artifacts were placed in various places in his palace, accompanying him to drink, eat and paint, as if that person was still there.

It was as if that person had come to spend a leisurely married life with him.

After another half a year, he destroyed all the spiritual weapons. The day of his ascension finally came. On the day of his ascension, thunder and lightning roared. He survived seven thunder tribulations, but gave up when the eighth fire thunder fell.

He was tired of it and suddenly wanted to die.

During the thunderstorm, Bei Yi rescued a dying giant snake and brought it back to the top of Wangya. This was his subsequent purge of spiritual beasts.

More than a year later, he had a lot of gray hair, and his whole person looked much worse.

He dismissed all the slaves at Wangya Dian and sent Feng Yue away.

In the summer of the third year after Han Ziyu's death, the lotus flowers in the courtyard were lifeless, with all the lotus leaves drooping down and no buds visible.

"Li Linfu, how many altars of Lianhuaqing are there?"

"Lord, there is still half an altar."

"Ah."

Bei Yi closed his eyes and drank the wine very quickly. The originally planned nine years now only took three years. He had obviously been saving energy to drink.

In the villages and towns near the top of Wangya, survivors from the ten sects gathered.

Several leaders stood in front.

Wang Ruonan was dressed in a smart outfit, with a pretty and cold-blooded face. She was standing beside Xi Qing holding a sharp Shanping knife in her hand.