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

Early the next morning, before dawn, the rooster in the back mountain screamed at the top of his lungs, and Bei Yi secretly opened the door of Han Ziyu's room.

As soon as he turned around, he met Han Ziyu's tired eyes.

"Um, Master, I" Bei Yi took a closer look and saw two big dark circles on Han Ziyu's face. The bed was in a mess. In addition to a pile of objects, there was also a bed of stationery.

Did this person stay up all night?

"Is something wrong?" Han Ziyu asked.

Bei Yi clenched his hands. It was embarrassing. Those letters were written randomly while he was traveling. They just recorded some trivial things and expressed his thoughts about his master.

Damn it, why am I panicking? It’s not that I can’t read it, but I just wrote some messy stuff.

Seeing the broken wooden box on the ground, Bei Yi was stunned for a few seconds. The master was really tough.

Han Ziyu used her spiritual power and hurriedly put all the messy items on the bed into her spiritual bag.

Bei Yi coughed awkwardly: "Disciple, I would like to come and pay my respects to my master."

It was only after four o'clock, which was too early.

Under Han Ziyu's puzzled gaze, Bei Yi knelt down and said, "Happy New Year, Master."

Han Ziyu threw out a bunch of copper coins and a bag of spiritual stones.

Bei Yi took it and said, "Thank you, Master."

"Now, get out of here right away!" Han Ziyu said angrily.

Bei Yi took the trouble money and immediately rolled out the door.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Bei Yi hurriedly opened the door and walked in: "Master, what's the matter?"

The boy's eyes widened.

"In the Wanxu Mountain Trial, you are at the top of the list, and the reward has been given. This is your prize."

Bei Yi received the prize, which included one hundred thousand spirit stones and a high-level artifact. This artifact was the Black Dragon Ax.

Bei Yi didn't expect this reward to be so generous. The Black Dragon Ax is a high-level artifact for killing ghosts and demons. It was incredible that it was given to him as a prize.

"This is an artifact given to you."

Han Ziyu took out a sword from the spirit bag. The body of the sword was copper-black, and the back part of the sword was inverted teeth. The connection between the sword body and the hilt was inlaid with a red blood tear stone, and the hilt was black.

"Bloodstone sword?" Bei Yi exclaimed.

"Well, take it and get out of here."

Bei Yi happily took the Bloodstone Sword. This was a magical weapon given to him by his master. He had to think of a good name.

Bei Yi returned to the side hall with two artifacts in his arms. He sat on the bed and thought about it without even thinking of a name for the artifacts.

Let’s call the Black Dragon Ax Black Dragon. The Bloodstone Sword isn’t domineering enough. Well, why not call it Mo Chen? It must have the same name as the divine sword from the previous life.

Bei Yi cut his wrists, bound the two artifacts with blood, and formed a formation to integrate them into his blood.

Once the artifact recognizes its owner, it will not recognize another owner unless the owner dies.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, everyone ran down the mountain in a swarm.

Bei Yi looked at the bitter and resentful Xi Qing in front of him, and immediately ran forward and put his arms around Xi Qing's shoulders: "What's wrong? Who made Mr. Xi angry?"

"I'm not your broken snake. It's been more than two years. Why don't you come back." Xi Qing knocked Bei Yi's hand away.

"Purge is gone?"

"Well, he ran away on the second day of your training."

Bei Yi scratched his head, where could this guy go? Probably avoiding Xi Qing.

We strolled around the market near Wangyading, bought some food, and then took Han Ziyu to the Zhulou Inn where we had been two years ago.

The female shopkeeper in front of me said respectfully when she saw the visitor: "Hey, it's been a long time since we saw you two Taoist priests. Visiting our store really makes our store shine."

"The inn business is good." Bei Yi joked.

"It's harmful, it's always been like this." The female shopkeeper said.

The inn had a stove burning, and the people inside were eating Balinese delicacies.

"Master, why don't you stay here tonight?"

"Ah."

Bei Yi took out a silver dollar, and the shopkeeper's eyes shone as soon as the silver dollar came out.

"The waiter quickly takes the two Taoist priests to the Qiu Room on the second floor to check in." the shopkeeper ordered.

Bei Yi said hurriedly: "Arrange another room."

The shopkeeper shook the feather fan in his hand: "Okay."

After entering the room, Bei Yi helped Han Ziyu take off his robe: "Master, are you tired?"

"Fortunately."

"Let's go to the hot springs later."

"Ah."

After all the delicacies of Bali were served, Bei Yi used his spiritual power to warm a pot of wine.

Most of the food in front of me is spicy food, and there are also some Bari pastries.

Han Ziyu ate with gusto. He picked up the wine glass and took a few sips: "In the past two years"

Bei Yi waited and waited before he could wait for the second half of the sentence: "Huh?"

"fine."

Bei Yi held his chin and looked at the person opposite: "Drink less, Master, and we will take a bath in the hot springs later."

Before he finished speaking, the wine in the wine glass was empty. After four glasses of wine, the person in front of him was already drunk.

"Master, senior brother really wants to get engaged?"

"Ah."

The senior sister should be extremely sad, Bei Yi sighed, he couldn't force the relationship. Even if Mu Yuan and Wang Ruonan really came together, those hatreds would become a barrier in the future. It's better to just stay here, and it will be wonderful to recall. After all, regret is the normal state of life.

Bei Yi stared at the person in front of him for a long time. Regret is the normal state of life. Will he become his regret?

The drunken Han Ziyu held his chin and looked at Bei Yi with a faint smile on his red face.

Bei Yi's heart suddenly beat wildly. He stretched out his hand to touch Han Ziyu's face through the air. He was stunned for a moment and never came closer. He just traced the eyes and lips of the person in front of him through the air.

As the lights dimmed, their eyes met again and again.

Bei Yi helped Han Ziyu to the bed: "You are so drunk that you can't take a bath in the hot spring. I will bring you here when I have the opportunity in the future."

Bei Yi lay beside him, his blood boiling because of the wine and the charcoal fire burning in the bamboo building.

He tossed and turned and never fell asleep, especially with Han Ziyu lying next to him.

The fragrance of lotus leaves that drifted into his nose was killing him.

The candles in the room gradually burned out, and Bei Yi took a deep breath.

He turned sideways, staring at Han Ziyu's face, and touched Han Ziyu's eyebrows uncontrollably with his fingers.

"Zi Yu, if you knew what happened in your past life, would you blame me?"

Bei Yi touched the right side of his face: "Fortunately, there are no scars in this life."

Han Ziyu muttered something in her sleep, and Bei Yi was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand, not daring to breathe.

Bei Yi secretly fed Han Ziyu a pill that could make him sleep all night.

Bei Yi recalled what was recorded in the medical book and used the spirit-solving technique.

The dark room was illuminated by his spiritual power. Bei Yi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, the veins on his hands popped out, and a drop of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly a storm swept through, blowing the windows, and blizzards flew outside the windows.

There was also a tinkling sound in the room, and his spiritual power was out of control for a while, destroying many appliances in the house.

After performing the spirit-solving technique, Bei Yi dragged his weak body, carried Han Ziyu on the bed, and walked into another room. After slowly placing the person on the bed, he held on to the wall and walked back to Qiu's room without holding back his words. The blood spurted out.