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300 years.

Died 300 years.

Master... is dead.

how is this possible.

The master clearly said that his soul is still there, and after 300 years, he will be reincarnated.

Master.

How could he die?

dead.

This word, like a basin of ice water poured down on the head, made the young man feel cold all over his body, and his body twitched violently.

Those 300 years—the hope and obsession that kept him alive turned out to be false and non-existent.

Every night when he fell asleep clutching the scales, when he was sad and wronged countless times, he was covered in blood in the heaven, his body was covered with bruises, and the pain was unbearable. Looking forward to reuniting with the master, I was looking forward to and fearing, fearing that the master would no longer recognize him, but the master had already passed away.

It turned out that there was no reincarnation at all.

It was all Master who lied to him.

300 years ago, the master had already died, leaving only a lingering thought and a lie to him.

Master...

Zhaozhao looked at the scales in a daze, his chest, together with his limbs and bones, began to throb violently uncontrollably.The pain made his eyes turn black, and his stomach almost felt like retching, a stream of fishy sweetness rushing towards his throat, crashing against his throat.

"brat?"

Tianjun didn't understand what happened, and called out worriedly.

Zhao Zhao twitched all over, clenched the scales tremblingly, staggered up, ignored the crowd, ignored Tian Jun's inquiry, and walked forward with empty and confused eyes.

**

Zhao Zhao developed a high fever when he returned to the Temple of Thoughts.

At first, Lingshu thought that Zhao Zhao had knelt outside the Xueyang Hall for one night and was froze, so he gave Zhao Zhao some fever-reducing pills, and set up a brazier in the hall to keep the little master away from the cold.

However, after a whole day, Zhao Zhao's fever not only didn't subside, but got worse.

Most of the time the young man fell into a drowsy nightmare, frowning, calling his master in a daze, occasionally waking up, staring blankly at the snow-white roof of the Temple of Thoughts .

Sometimes I would go crazy, find that portrait, unfold it, kneel in front of the bed, use my fingers to outline the appearance of the person in the painting, then hug the old and yellowed painting tightly and continue to sleep.

Lingshu was afraid that he would sleep uncomfortably, so he tried to quietly remove the portrait from the young man's arms. The sleeping young man immediately stood up like a stimulated little animal, grabbed his arm and ruthlessly Bite hard - mouth.

Since then, Lingshu has never dared to touch that portrait again.

Lingshu had seen the person in the painting, and it was clearly Lord Zhang Yuan.

Lingshu understood that the young master was not suffering from an ordinary illness, but because he was afraid that the emperor would drive him out of the teacher's school, and he was possessed by a demon.

"You said the young master is sick?"

Fanyin was taken aback when he heard the report from Lingshu.

"Yes."

Lingshu knelt in front of Sanskrit, his voice choked with sobs: "Our young master has a high fever and is really very ill. The young master is in a coma—he kept calling 'Master', and hoped that the fairy officials would report this matter to the king. Let Junshang go over and have a look at our young master. The subordinates know that Junshang is in a fit of anger, but young master... the situation is really bad."

Sanskrit sighed, helped the coffin up, and said: "Your Majesty is in the Forbidden Palace now, and I will report it for you when I come out later, but, suddenly he is so seriously ill, have you given him medicine?"

Lingshu nodded with red eyes.

"I've already fed the elixirs and decoctions, but the young master obediently drank them, but after taking them, the symptoms did not diminish at all."

Fanyin said: "I see, you go back first, take good care of Zhaozhao, and don't make any mistakes again."

When Zhang Yuan came out of the Forbidden Hall in the afternoon, he heard the Sanskrit voice report the matter.

Zhang Yuan frowned.

I thought to myself, this little thing is trying to use the bitter trick of pretending to be sick again in an attempt to win his forgiveness, so he said: "Take my jade card and ask Si Yaoxing to take a look."

The Sanskrit voice hesitated: "But this subordinate heard from Lingshu that the young master is calling for your lord even in a coma. Is it true that your lord doesn't want to go and have a look?"

Zhang Yuan thought, stalking and pretending to be pitiful are not the tricks this little thing is used to, but now he has added another way to pretend to be sick, so he waved his hands: "Don't worry, he is so determined, I'm afraid even you will feel ashamed , nothing will happen."

Sanskrit had no choice but to ask Siyao Xingjun to go there according to the order.

Mo Yu has already woken up, but he still needs to cultivate for a few days before he can leave the Forbidden Palace.

Tianhou Tianjun came to accompany his son every day, and Zhang Yuan also regularly entered the Forbidden Palace every day to protect his disciples and heal the wounds left by the catastrophe in the inner palace.

The next night, Zhang Yuan came out of the Forbidden Hall as usual, and saw Sanskrit standing at the entrance of the hall with red eyes.

"Your Majesty."

Fanyin knelt down with a plop.

"This subordinate is bold, please go to the Hall of Siguo to see the young master."

"Just now... just now Si Yao Xingjun sent his fairy boy over to pass on the message, young master, I'm afraid... it's too late."

Chang Yuan - startled.

Standing where he was, he was stunned for a while, and asked: "What do you mean it's not working?"

"It means dying!"

Si Yao Xingjun also rushed over, and through the busy night, he said with a sad face: "Chang Yuan, Zhao Zhao's primordial spirit is scattered, I tried countless methods but couldn't hold it together, I'm afraid, it won't last for too long. "

"What the hell happened here, just one fell, and another one fell."

"Even if you get angry again, it won't be the case that you will--" Si Yao Xingjun hadn't finished speaking, Zhang Yuan disappeared and went to the back of the mountain.

Except for just getting started, Zhaozhao pretended to be sick, made a fuss about moving to the main hall, and refused to obediently stay on the wall of the Temple of Thoughts and Siguo.

Lingshu knelt in front of Hanyu's bed with red eyes, lowered his head, weeping uncontrollably.

Sinan was also supported by the steward, with a sad expression on his face, and his face was full of tears.

No one expected that this sudden fever would develop to such a degree.

Zhang Yuan walked in, and saw the young man curled up tightly on the cold jade bed at a glance.With his back to the crowd, the young man was curled up quietly, with black hair hanging down to his waist, spreading across the pillow like a waterfall, and holding a yellowing painting tightly in his arms.

Hearing footsteps, the boy didn't respond.

Both Lingshu and Sinan retreated consciously.

Chang Yuan went to the bed and sat down, and gently placed his hand on the young man's forehead. After a while, his expression was slightly shocked, and he withdrew his hand.

How can this be.

Why did the immortal essence of this little thing collapse into such a state.

Zhao Zhao finally turned around.

The eyes that used to be bright and cunning like jewels are now lifeless.

Holding his painting, Zhao Zhao tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yuan with a strange, cold look that Zhang Yuan had never seen before.

It seems to be looking at a stranger who has no intersection.

At this point, the heart of the sword in Zhang Yuan's chest, which had been immobile for thousands of years, trembled violently.

"who are you?"

The boy looked at his brows and eyes in some confusion, and asked a question.

"Why -" the boy looked at him, then at the painting in his hand.

"Why do you look like my master?"

Chang Yuan's eyes began to fall on the old and yellowed scroll.

Because of being held tightly in the arms of the young man, the scroll has not been fully unfolded, only a section is exposed.Zhang Yuan could vaguely see that on the old drawing paper, there was a fairy in black clothes and black crown painted, his face was as cold as jade, and his eyes as deep as abyss. His eyebrows and eyes are seven or eight.

Zhang Yuan's heart hurts.

He whispered: "You read that right."

"I am the master."

"Master?"

The young man was even more confused. After comparing him with the portrait for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up—a little spark, as if he remembered something that had been forgotten for a long time.

"Yes, you are the master."

"You are really a master."

"But why is Master here?"

Chang Yuan said: "You are seriously ill, Master will treat your injuries, okay?"

The boy shook his head, still holding the portrait tightly.

"No, I'm not sick. Master has always taken good care of me and never let me get sick."

"By the way, Master clearly said that when I wake up, I will weave a grasshopper cage for me, which looks the same as that of Wang Xiaohu at Uncle Wang's house. Master, I woke up, and you made it for me." Is it?"

Although I know that the boy is sick and confused, talking nonsense.

Zhang Yuan still nodded along.

"I'm sorry, Master was busy with other things just now, so I forgot, Master will make it up for you later, okay?"

Zhao Zhao nodded.

"I knew, Master must have forgotten."

"Then when I wake up, master—you must make it up."

After finishing speaking, the boy really embraced the portrait, closed his eyes and fell asleep in peace.

However, Zhang Yuan could feel that the immortal essence of the young inner mansion was still rapidly dissipating and wasting away.

Chang Yuan closed his eyes in pain, first used his celestial power to forcibly stabilize Zhao Zhao's celestial body, then got up, and went outside the cave to meet Si Yao Xingjun.

"what is the problem?"

Si Yao Xingjun squatted on the ground, his hair was about to become bald: "I still want to ask you, what kind of stimulation did this little guy suffer to kill himself like this!"

"Suicide?"

"That's right, let me ask you, has this little guy already entered the Heavenly Dao Trial?"

Chang Yuan nodded.

"Half a year."

"That's right. You, a sword god with a cultivation base in the Upper God Realm, didn't you see that this little guy is breaking his own realm? Although I don't know how far he has cultivated in the Dao of Heaven and what realm he is in, it is very obvious. , he was subjected to some kind of strong stimulation, and his soul was shaken, and he could no longer stabilize his realm. In other words, he gave up on himself and completely gave up the fruits of hard work...——Entering the way of heaven, this soul The realm is closely linked with the inner palace, both prosperity and loss. You should know what will happen if you break the realm, hey, what are you doing?"

"Weaving a Grasshopper Cage."

Zhang Yuan has never made this kind of thing before, but the strange thing is that he seems to be very skilled at doing it by nature - like, with a lot of effort, a delicate and beautiful grasshopper cage has been made.

Chang Yuan carried the grasshopper cage back to the Hall of Thoughts, and put a grasshopper in the cage, Zhao Zhao had already woken up, the young man ran off the bed barefoot, and threw himself into his arms as usual.

"Master!"

The boy's eyes turned and fell on his hand.

"Is this the grasshopper cage that Master made for me?"

Chang Yuan nodded.

Stretching out his hand, he tried to touch the top of the young man's hair, and said, "It's cold on the ground, go back to bed and lie down first."

"Uh-huh!"

Zhao Zhao nodded, and she obediently went to bed, playing with the grasshopper cage fondly.

"Master's weaving is much prettier than Wang Xiaohu's. Waiting for tomorrow, I—definitely let him have a look, and make him envious to death."

The immortal energy contained the power of heaven, and no one could violate the heavenly law. The immortal power injected by Zhang Yuan into Zhaozhao's body only lasted for two hours, and in the middle of the night, the immortal energy of the young man's inner mansion began to collapse again.

what on earth is it.

Chang Yuan directly brought Zhao Zhao back to Xueyang Hall.

At night, he seriously promised He Zhaozhao: "Don't worry, Master will not drive you out of the school, nor will he hurt you. You don't have to worry or be afraid..."

However, Zhao Zhao did not respond to his words.

The boy just opened his dark eyes and asked him: "Master, what shall we eat tomorrow? We have already eaten vegetable soup for three days."