After being disliked by thousands of people, I was spoiled alone

"It's not like this...it's not like this..." Ami slowly collapsed on the ground, shaking his head frantically, big tears dripped down, "I just want the teacher to come back...I don't want this..."

"Teacher, teacher... listen to me..." Suddenly she crawled towards Xie Yu who was lying quietly, her expression flustered, "I don't want to be like this, teacher...I don't want to..."

Xie Yu closed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Teacher, I don't want to be like this..." Ah Si burst into tears, and the sound of crying resounded through the hall, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Gradually, her voice became lower and lower...

There was silence all around, only the mournful weeping could be heard.

Time remains the same, but there is no more Xie Yu in the world.Knowing that she knew it, she had repented.

"Thirty years, thousands of lives... She should let it go." Mu Tongchen sighed, put away the jade pieces, and walked slowly outside the hall.

Yun Gantang was stunned for a long time, then cupped his hands towards Mingzhi, "Master Evil God, I will take care of you later."

The footsteps gradually faded away.

The huge hall seemed lonely and cold for a while.Rong Wen didn't move.

Knowing that his heart was full of sadness, he slowly approached her, "Ah Si."

Ami raised his head, and what appeared in front of him was the teacher's face.

"Teacher...is that you?" She asked in a daze, tears seemed to be falling uncontrollably.

Mingzhi smiled, "It's me."

"Teacher, I'm sorry...I'm sorry," Ah Si rushed forward and held him tightly, fearing that the teacher would disappear if he let go.Regret and pain intertwine on her face, like a child who has done something wrong, "Teacher... I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

"It's okay, Ah Si, the teacher knows." He caught her, "The teacher forgives you. I will atone with you..."

Ami raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked straight at him, for a long time, smiled as if suddenly enlightened, "Okay..."

There was a loud cracking sound from the sky outside the hall.Ami's tears fell down one by one, but she was still laughing.

"Teacher...goodbye..." She said slowly, and took a last look at Xie Yu in the huge lotus, her body shrank suddenly, turned into countless powders, and scattered in the wind.

It was dawn overnight, and the hall was empty.

Everything came to an end at this moment.

For some reason, knowing that the soul trembled for a moment, a tear fell from the corner of the eye...

……

At the end of April, Xizhou, which has always been dry and water-scarce, rained continuously for ten days.

Tiandao elected the new Ou Si Zhiye, abolished the previous state lord's decree to lock the country, ordered the general Xie Yu to be the god of protecting the country, and set up temples and shrines for the whole country to celebrate.

After the heavy rain, two new tombs were built in the western suburbs of the capital. One of the tomb owners was named Xie Yu and the other was Xie Si, who had the same name as the God of Protecting the Nation.

The grave was covered with a layer of fluffy new grass...

Knowing that he was walking slowly alone in the drizzle holding a plain white umbrella, and the distance of Qianli Ogihara was vast in the rain and fog.

When he returned to the inn, Mu Tongchen was waiting in his room, "Mr. Xifu has gone back and asked me to tell you thank you for your help this time, but it's a pity that I don't have the chance to repay you."

He shook the water on the umbrella, startled, "...she..."

Said a word, but no further words.

Mu Tongchen understood what he meant and nodded slowly.

Knowing that he stood there for a long time, he walked over until his feet became numb, "I don't blame her for this..."

"She is Lord Xifu, and she cannot be irresponsible for the lives of thousands of people," Mu Tongchen said.

Mingzhi lowered his eyes.

The two didn't speak for a long time, only the patter of rain outside the window was heard.

"By the way..." The air was a bit oppressive, and knowingly hesitated for a while, he asked, "Where is Rong Wen?"

Mu Tongchen glanced at him inexplicably, "Going back to Dawang Mountain."

Mingzhi's heart fell to the bottom, and his voice trembled violently, "...Didn't he say anything?"

"No." Two cruel words came out of Mu Tongchen's mouth, extremely clear.

He suddenly felt a cramping pain in his stomach, and his breathing and heartbeat seemed to be burdensome.

She pretended to be nonchalant and nodded her head, but the hand that went to pour the tea was shaking violently.

Mu Tongchen sighed, grabbed the teacup, and filled it up, "Go to Dawang Mountain, Rong Wen looked very strange when he left."

He was drinking tea, but the rough old tea in the inn was tasteless in his mouth, so he forced a pale smile and nodded slightly.

"I'm afraid there will be chaos in the Heavenly Court once the matter of Lord Xifu comes out. I'll go back first." Mu Tongchen stood up, walked to the door, and planned to open it.

"I'm going to visit Mr. Lingxing tomorrow..." Mingzhi put down his teacup, and said slowly, "I'll ask you about it later."

Mu Tongchen froze, and his hands dropped, "...is it time?"

He didn't look back when he spoke, and hid himself behind the door like a wooden sculpture.

Knowing that he didn't speak, he just nodded.

"I see." Mu Tongchen's tone didn't fluctuate at all.

Raise your hand and push the door.

"Master Snow God." Knowingly stood up, calling his name, "Take care."

Mu Tongchen's arm trembled violently, and after a long time he waved it, and without looking back, he pushed open the door and stepped into the rain.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and after walking for a long time, he stopped, leaning his back against the wall, and the rain dripped down his hair and cheeks.

He looked up at the cloudy sky, a mist welling up in his eyes.

... He still remembers the first time he met Mingzhi.

It turns out that 1000 years is so fast.

……

Knowing that on the day of returning to heaven, it rained heavily.

It is the rain for worshiping the gods.

The gods stood solemnly on Qiankun Avenue, and the death knell rang six times at the end.

In order to save the people of Xizhou, Yunxie, the Lord of Xifu, severed his own spiritual veins at Xueshifeng.After Liang Sui, the king of Dongfu, heard about it, he was also martyred and went with him.

The death knells on Qiankun Street rang together, the three strokes were for Yun Xie, and the three strokes were for Liang Sui.

The era of the ancestor gods has since ended.

Knowing that Yu Feihong stood still at the head of the bridge, the heavy rain drenched his whole body.

He stared at the direction of Xizhou for a long time, bowed and bowed, and walked to Lingxing Pavilion at the end of the flying bridge.

The Yan'e flowers on the bank are just in bloom, soft green, and the whole plant can easily make people drunk for a hundred years after soaking in wine.But knowing that he only asked Ling Xingjun for a leaf.

"Master Evil God..." Cheng Nan handed him a jasper-like leaf, "What do you want this for?"

Amao'er has grown a lot taller than before, so he grabs the hem of his clothes and shakes him gently.

"Just a little interested." He took the small leaf and looked at it for a while pretending to be interested.

The leaves gradually become crystal clear when they leave the branches, and they look like green ice crystals in the hand.

Seeing that he was out of his wits, he couldn't help feeling a little worried, "Master Evil God, you can enjoy this thing...just don't eat it by mistake."

He put away the leaves and nodded, and then said: "I often heard that Yan'e can make people drunk for a hundred years, but I wonder if there are any side effects?"

Hearing this, Cheng Nan was taken aback, thought for a while, and said, "Of course there are side effects... But what does Lord Evil God want to do with it?"

"I'm just interested." Knowingly, he still said the same thing, "What are the side effects?"

It's hard to put it into words, "Amnesia."

Knowing that he was startled, he suddenly laughed softly, "It's so good..."

"What did Lord Evil God say?" Cheng Nan didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, I said this grass is interesting." Mingzhi smiled and stretched out his hand to touch A Mao'er's head, "Thank you, Lord Lingxing, I'm leaving now."

Cheng Nan was puzzled and cupped his hands at him.

... He always felt that something was wrong with this lord today.

Knowing that he had Yan'e Leaf in his arms, he first went back to the Temple of Evil, and then went to Dongzhou.

At this time, the rain had stopped, and the road was full of potholes, with some stagnant water.

He didn't go directly to Dawang Mountain, but found an inn first, and bought a pot of high-quality vegetarian wine made from seasonal flowers along the way.

After a day of rain, his body was wet and uncomfortable. He asked the shop clerk for hot water. After taking a shower, he changed into the clothes he brought with him, and his black hair was loosely scattered behind his head.

After finishing all this, it happened to be dark, so he wrapped a cloak tightly around his clothes and walked towards Dawang Mountain with the wine.

When he knew he was standing at the foot of Dawang Mountain, he hesitated.

After a long time, it was only when foxfire lit up in the bushes to guide him that he had no choice but to pull on the cloak and walk up.

The building was pitch black, and there seemed to be no one there.

The door was wide open coldly.

He walked in, heading straight for the terrace.

There was a man sitting on the ground, his hair was loose on his shoulders, and he was wearing thin clothes. The white gauze curtain was blown up by the wind and rolled around him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Rong Wen turned his head slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes imperceptibly.

He had to pretend to be calm, and said hoarsely with drooping eyes, "Ah Zhi... what are you doing here?"

Knowing that thinking about what he was about to do next, his internal organs ached when breathing was involved.

"This is my home, why can't I come?" With a slight smile, he put the wine in his hand on the ground, "Is the wound healed?"

"Didn't you... regret it?" Rong Wen didn't move, almost blending into the night, "What else are you here for?"

Knowing that he didn't speak, he went to light the lamp on the balcony first.

Then slowly sat down in front of Rong Wen.

"I've never regretted it... I'm just too cowardly," he raised his chin slightly, "I'm afraid of hurting you."

He pressed against Rong Wen's forehead, "I apologize to you for what happened earlier, please forgive me, okay?"

Rong Wen raised his head, his eyes shimmered, piercing Mingzhi's heart throbbing with pain.

"Forgive me, okay?" He smiled even wider.

Rong Wen turned his head sideways, and the corner of his mouth could not help but curl up.

"I was wrong," he hooked Rong Wen's neck and rubbed against his earlobe, "forgive me, huh?"

Rong Wenqi burst out laughing, and put his arms around his waist, "Ah Zhi...was you acting like a baby just now?"

Laughing body trembled slightly.

Mingzhi smiled slightly, stared at him, traced his eyebrows and eyes, and firmly remembered every turning point, and dare not forget until death.

After laughing for a while, Rong Wen realized that the hair of the person in front of him was still wet, "Why is the hair wet? Is it cold?"

He frowned again and muttered.

"Rongwen..." Mingzhi called him suddenly.

Rong Wen pulled up the cloak for him without raising his head, "Huh?"

In the next second, a little warm moisture came over, "Do you want me?"

Biting lightly and heavily.

Rong Wen's head was in a daze, and he said intermittently: "What's wrong?"

"Tell me," Mingzhi only asked this question, "what if you don't want it?"

Rong Wen felt inexplicably panicked for a moment, and nodded quickly.

The smell of blood filled the lips and teeth.Mingzhi let go of him, and slowly stepped back, undoing the cloak on his body.

Rong Wen's breathing was stagnant, his eyes widened——

The person in front of him was wearing a scarlet gauze dress, with a part of his waist showing, and a gauze skirt of the same color.If it is worn, it is more appropriate to say that it is lightly tied around the waist.

His slender and flexible legs were hazy while walking, and the red coral beads hanging from a thin gold chain under the hem of his clothes rolled around his snow-white waist...

This was the dancer dress they had seen last time in Xizhou.

But the person in front of him is only wearing a thin layer of gauze... everything can be seen at a glance.

Rong Wen's ears were burning red, and his eyes could hardly move away, "Ah Zhi..."

Breathing became heavy.

Knowing that under his scorching gaze, he took out an anklet with a bell on it and put it on his ankle, and walked over step by step, the bell sounded crisp...

"Azhi..." Rong Wen's voice was hoarse, his eyes were dark, "You are so pretty."

Knowingly took the wine on the side, took a sip, and kissed, "I love you."

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There is a sweet wetness all around, and the sound of the bell is sometimes quick and sometimes slow.They are like two evil dodders, entangled fiercely, and they are determined to engrave the deepest traces in the deepest part.

I will never forget it until I die.

Trembling, knowingly staring at Rong Wen, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Rong Wen possessed himself and kissed it away, "Ah Zhi, be good... Ah Zhi, don't cry..."