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

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the hidden injuries in Bei Yi's body have exploded, and the New Year has quietly come.

The top of the cliff was full of joy, the sound of firecrackers was so loud that the chickens in the back mountain kept croaking.

Bei Yi fell asleep for another half day and didn't wake up until nightfall.

Xu Yifeng checked his pulse: "Although the poison has been cured, it still needs some time to recover. Those hidden injuries are almost healed. Remember to take these pills on time."

"Dr. Xu, can psychics solve it?"

"It can be solved, but the harm to you will be greater if you unlock the psychic technique."

"What method can be used to solve it?" Bei Yi asked.

Xu Yifeng rummaged through the box and found a medical book: "There is a record in it."

Bei Yi took the book and said, "Thank you."

Leaving Xu Yifeng's residence, Bei Yi quickened his pace and rushed to Pinglu Peak.

The figure standing on the tall building was the person he thought about day and night.

Xi Qing set off fireworks all over the sky for Han Ziyu: "Master, look at the sky."

Wang Ruonan then raised his head: "Wow, it's so beautiful."

The beauty of fireworks is fleeting.

Xi Qing said: "Why hasn't this guy Bei Yi come back? When he left, he said he would take Master out of seclusion. Now there is no trace of him."

However, Han Ziyu remembered the dream she had on the day she left seclusion. She dreamed that Bei Yi came back and accompanied him to release sky lanterns, but that was just a dream after all.

"When this bastard comes back, I'm going to beat him to death." Xi Qing was furious.

Fireworks bloomed in the night sky with their dazzling brilliance, and half of the sky was illuminated by fireworks for an instant.

Seeing his master's happy look, Xi Qing felt quite satisfied in his heart, but then he thought about purging and became angry.

That guy has been gone for two full years, and I don't know where he died. At least Bei Yi still sends letters, but Qing Qing seems to have disappeared from the world, with no news.

Xi Qing gritted his teeth: If you have the ability, don’t come back! !

Han Ziyu was surrounded by thousands of people, but she was still lonely inside.

A group of disciples said: "Master, Happy New Year!"

Han Ziyu nodded: "Happy New Year to everyone."

Han Ziyu looked down at his figure, which was elongated by the moonlight. In the past, he could still see the shadow of the young man beside him, but now he was out of seclusion but could not see him.

Wang Ruonan held the wine glass and drank one glass after another. Her eyes remained on Mu Yuan in front of her: "Senior Brother"

Mu Yuan raised his head and met her drunken gaze.

Wang Ruonan laughed and said, "Senior brother, I heard from Master that some elders are going to arrange an engagement for you."

Mu Yuan's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly loosened, and one chopstick fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up.

Wang Ruonan poured another glass of wine: "Hey, I don't know which girl is so unlucky, haha, haha, hahaha."

She touched the red bean dice on her wrist and recited softly: "The exquisite dice is made of red beans. I miss you deeply, do you know it? Do you know it?"

Xi Qing pressed Wang Ruonan's hand: "Stop drinking, senior sister."

Wang Ruonan's face turned red, she pushed Xi Qing's hand away and drank another drink: "Happy New Year, Qing."

Xi Qing glanced at Mu Yuan. The expressionless look on his senior brother's face was really disappointing.

The New Year's Eve dinner was very sumptuous, including chicken, duck, and fish.

Han Ziyu walked down from the balcony and sat next to Mu Yuan: "Let's eat."

When more than a dozen people at the table heard the word "eat", they wiped their saliva and started fighting over each other like hungry wolves.

Han Ziyu glanced at Wang Ruonan and said he was a teacher. I can teach you the exercises and documents, you can teach me how to behave, but I can't teach you love.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone took out the dice and started playing, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

Han Ziyu walked down from the tall building, flew away from Pinglu Peak, and came to the valley at the foot of the mountain.

Standing by the lake and admiring the bright moon.

Suddenly a sky lantern appeared in the sky, and gradually there were more and more sky lanterns, gradually there were more than a dozen, then a hundred, then a thousand.

The sky lanterns all over the sky are filled with prayers.

A gust of wind blew by, and thousands of sky lanterns changed into formations, forming a human figure in the sky.

Han Ziyu took a closer look and saw that the human form turned out to be himself.

When the wind blows, the thousands of sky lanterns continue to change, and they actually display a line of words: Happy New Year, Master

That day the formation of the lanterns changed again, transforming into a young man and his figure.

"Master, Happy New Year."

Han Ziyu suddenly looked back, and the light of the sky lantern illuminated the young man's face. Han Ziyu was stunned when he saw that the young man had already taken a step forward and said with a bright smile: "Master, this disciple is late."

Han Ziyu didn't know where to put his hands for a moment. He was either holding it or letting it rest by his side. He was a little flustered.

The young man in front of him is no longer the same as before. His childish face has faded away. His sharp eyebrows and starry eyes are full of hormones. The high-spirited young man has a high ponytail, wearing a dark robe, and a silver wristband on his wrist. There is a silver belt around the waist.

A pair of dark boots stepped on the moonlight, and the figure was elongated by the moonlight.

Bei Yi grabbed Han Ziyu's wrist: "Thousands of sky lanterns, pray for Master, I only wish."

"What do you wish for?" Han Ziyu asked softly.

"If you don't tell Master, it won't be effective." The young man smiled like a spring breeze.

Han Ziyu lowered his head and glanced at the figure on the ground. Their hands were connected and their hair was tangled.

He exhaled and looked up at the thousand sky lanterns.

The silhouettes of the two gradually lengthened, and Bei Yi held his wrist tightly.

The cold wind blew in waves, and the sky lanterns swayed high.

The lake surface was illuminated by sky lanterns, reflecting the two figures.

The cold wind blows the clouds and mist, and the sky lanterns light up the darkness.

"Master."

Han Ziyu turned to look at the young man beside her.

"It's been two years, it feels like a long time."

The boy's voice became richer. Two years ago, his voice was still changing, but now his voice is full of magnetism.

"Well, it's been a long time indeed." Han Ziyu glanced at the wrist he was holding.

"Master, have you missed me in the past two years?" Bei Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him seriously.

Han Ziyu retreated slightly, not knowing how to answer this question for a moment.

Bei Yi said aggrievedly: "Master, did you never think of your disciple for a moment?"

"Have."

Bei Yi said dissatisfied: "Yes? Do you think about it occasionally or often?"

Han Ziyu frowned: "Occasionally."

Bei Yi pouted: "It turns out it's just occasionally, but the disciple is thinking about Master day and night."

When this sentence blurted out, Bei Yi was shocked by himself.

He stared blankly at Han Ziyu in front of him, wanting to see how the master would react.

Han Ziyu's eyes reflected Bei Yi's face, and the palm of his left hand, which was not held by Bei Yi, was full of sweat.

"Master."

"Ok?"

"We haven't seen each other for two years. Has there been any change in this disciple?"

Only then did Han Ziyu realize that the boy in front of him was already half a head taller than him: "He's grown taller."

Bei Yi was filled with joy. In his previous life, he was even higher than this.