The four men I've been slag have all come to the door

Jiang Zinian was outside the door and couldn't hear what they were talking about.

He could only vaguely hear what Jian Qi said, he was dead.

Jiang Zinian didn't see what the two of them did in the house, but he heard the sound of the teacup breaking.

Later, Jian Qi came out.

Jiang Zinian wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to enter the house, but the door was closed tightly, and Jiang Zinian's nose hurt from being bumped.

Jian Qi glanced at the closed door and the little snow-white dog circling around the door, he bent down and stroked its head.

The little dog whimpered under his hands, and it raised its small black eyes as if somewhat puzzled.

But Jian Qi patted its head, and said: "After so many years, brother's obsession should also be broken."

"Perhaps this is... a good thing for Senior Brother,"

Jian Qi stood up and sighed lightly.

He glanced at the closed door, stood there for a while, finally shook his head lightly, and left.

Later, Bei Qingru locked herself in the house for three whole days.

Jiang Zinian tried to squeeze in with his fluffy body, but all failed.

Watching the sun rise and set outside, the man finally came out of the house on the third day.

The moment the door was opened, a snow-white puppy was lying at the door, curled up in front of the house, looking a bit sleepy.

Seeing that Bei Qingru finally came out, it immediately stood up from the ground and howled excitedly at him, but Bei Qingru didn't look at it.

I haven't seen her for three days, but Bei Qingru's already pale complexion looked even paler now.

There was no blood on his lips.

There was still no expression on his face, but there were too many deep and heavy things in his always penetrating and indifferent eyes.

He walked out of the house and walked towards the distance by himself.

Jiang Zinian hurriedly followed.

In this vast snow field, the surroundings were silent and empty, the twilight light of the morning sun shone on the man, and his white clothes looked a bit bleak.

It follows him.

At this moment, it was obvious that Bei Qingru's expression was still the same as usual.

Jiang Zinian felt that he was colder than before.

His figure looked a little thin in the white snow, he walked on the snow, his cultivation had reached the level of Bei Qingru, and his footprints would no longer be left on the snow.

Jiang Zinian raised his eyes and looked at him.

On this vast expanse of snow, he was dressed in white with a pale complexion, as if he was about to disappear into the world at any moment.

Jiang Zinian wanted to go forward and hook the hem of that man's clothes.

But Bei Qingru walked very fast, he couldn't help it to stop.

The icy air on his body was much colder than usual, making people feel icy cold when they approached him.

Soon, Jiang Zinian discovered that Bei Qingru had come to his previous hut.

Jiang Zinian followed him into the Taolin Secret Realm again.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, surrounded by blossoms, as gorgeous as clouds.

The peach grove is still luxuriant, even though the peach blossoms in this secret place are blooming like a brocade, it can't soften the coldness on Bei Qingru's face.

He walked in through a path in the peach forest.

The two walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally Bei Qingru stopped in front of a peach tree.

Afterwards, Jiang Zinian saw Bei Qingru dug out a wine jar from under the peach tree.

Bei Qingru held the wine jar and looked at it for a while, her eyes were heavy, there were too many things that Jiang Zinian couldn't understand.

Facing the twilight of the morning sun, at that moment, Jiang Zinian clearly saw the loneliness in Bei Qingru's eyes.

Bei Qingru is such a powerful and ruthless person, the loneliness in his eyes this time made him look more fragile than ever before.

Bei Qing stared at the wine for a long time.

And at that time, Jiang Zinian suddenly remembered that the wine was buried under this tree together.

Although Bei Qingru no longer eats five grains, but he sometimes drinks a little wine.

At that time, in order to please him, Jiang Zinian would make peach blossom wine for him.

Collect the most delicate peach blossoms on the branches, then make peach blossom wine, and bury it in this peach forest.

After the next year, the wine tastes sweet and sweet, mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms, this is a good wine.

When Jiang Zinian buried this wine under the tree that year, he probably said that he would drink this wine with Bei Qingru again next spring.

After the next year, there will be the next year.

every year...

He said that he would always be here with Master.

But in the second year, before he could drink the peach blossom wine with Bei Qingru, he betrayed his master and became a demon cultivator.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zi Nian couldn't help but pause slightly, and he glanced at Bei Qingru.

At this moment, Bei Qingru was sitting on the ground, he took out two wine cups, after filling up the wine, he put one in front of him and the other opposite.

He picked up the wine cup and took a sip of the peach blossom wine.

This altar of wine has been buried under a tree for hundreds of years.

The wine is getting purer as it is brewed. Although it is still sweet, it is more spicy and pungent.

Sitting here, the peach blossoms are still everywhere, but things have changed.

Bei Qingru just took a sip and put it down.

...not the original taste.

Hundreds of years have passed.

It turns out... everything has changed.

The peach forest is luxuriant, and Bei Qingru sits alone in the pavilion.

He looked at the wine on the table, but never took another sip.

He just watched.

It turned out...from the moment he beheaded that person by the sword with his own hands, everything could not go back.

Bei Qingru has been persistently looking for him all these years.

He waited for a day when he would find that person back, and then he would take out the wine from under the tree and drink with him the peach blossom wine that he buried with his own hands back then.

He said that this wine should be drunk together by two people.

He still remembered that it was also in that year, in this Taolin.

He said that no matter what happens, he will always be with Master.

The petals in the peach grove fell one after another, and the way he spoke to him was so serious, it seemed like an extremely serious promise.

And the look in his eyes was so soft and warm.

Bei Qingru looked at him, the apprentice he had single-handedly taught for more than ten years, the warm eyes made him want to smile slightly.

So, that year in the peach grove, Bei Qingru seemed to respond to his promise, he said: "Okay."

It also seems to be a serious promise.

He will wait until the year he comes back, until the two of them have a drink together...

Bei Qingru looked at the empty peach grove opposite.

In the end, maybe... he was the only one who remembered this promise.

In this peach grove, he is still the only one left.

Bei Qingru couldn't help being stabbed in the heart.

The stinging pain didn't feel that painful at first, and then it spread more and more.

Gradually, the whole heart trembled with pain.

He closed his eyes slightly.

The person's voice, face and smile still appeared in his mind so clearly one by one.

From the time he opened his mouth to call him Master.

In the Palace of Wuqing, he gave him a jade plaque and accepted him as a disciple.

In fact, he never thought about accepting apprentices, nor did he think that in the next ten years, he would be influenced by him to this point.

He was a bit mischievous when he was a child, a soft little ball, and always called him master in a childish voice.

The two have been together for more than ten years.

He looked at him, little by little he grew from a small group to a handsome boy.

He is the child he raised with his own hands.

Bei Qingru is indifferent to everyone, but he is the only one who can't be ruthless.

He frowned slightly, and the hands in his sleeves could not help but turn white.

It was he...beheaded him by the sword with his own hands.

The blood soaked the ground, and the moment his body fell down, Bei Qingru felt a suffocating pain in his heart.

Now recalling this period of the past again, he still couldn't help but tremble with pain in his heart.

Bei Qingru's figure is thin and bleak, although the surrounding is full of flowers, his white clothes are pale and lonely.

Jiang Zinian had never seen such a sad look on Bei Qingru's face before.

Although Bei Qingru didn't have much expression on his face, his eyes looking into the distance were so indifferent and empty.

This time he was so sad that his realm suddenly became unstable, and the cultivation in his body surged everywhere.

Suddenly, the golden seal on his forehead flickered a few times, and some blood overflowed from his lips.

But his eyes gradually became a little trance.

Bei Qingru stood up involuntarily, and he took a few steps forward.

He looked around at the peach blossoms like clouds.

He suddenly felt that maybe he was still in this peach forest.

Xu Shi was under a flower branch somewhere, looking at him with a smile.

All of a sudden, he felt great pain in his heart, and the powerful cultivation in his body became more chaotic and surging.

Keep silent for decades.

Some blood spilled from Bei Qingru's lips again, his fingers suddenly curled up a few times, as if he wanted to grab something.

For more than [-] years, he kept his mouth closed and practiced meditation. He never searched or asked, and burned incense every day to pray for the Buddha, to accumulate virtue and cultivate blessings for that person, and to fulfill his own wishes.

He had practiced hard for so long, but at this moment, because of this sudden obsession in his heart, he felt thousands of thoughts welling up in his throat.

That person seems to be not far away...

He looked into the distance, his pale lips parted.

He has not spoken for 70 years, and he only feels that his throat is very tight.

If he made a sound, right, he could hear it.

If not, he will stay.

But the throat was very astringent and tight, as if something was being choked.

But in the end, Bei Qingru opened his mouth.

"Xiao Nian..."

A slightly hoarse and astringent voice came out of his lips, the voice was so soft that perhaps only Bei Qingru heard it.

In an instant, the Buddha seal on his forehead suddenly dimmed.

After 70 years of penance, his closed phrase broke at this moment.

That sound also made him wake up suddenly.

Bei Qingru looked at the empty peach forest in the distance, her face was blank for a moment.

He rolled his Adam's apple, his complexion paled instantly.

He suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, but his heart was full of bewilderment.

His catchphrase... broke.

And here... where would someone be...

He suddenly felt a great pain in his heart, almost dizzy.

Suddenly, Bei Qingru remembered what Master Jingyun had said.

He said that as long as he practiced with sincerity, perhaps the day when the silent meditation breaks down is the day when he sees his disciple.

There was a bitterness on Bei Qingru's face.

Could it be that he...wasn't sincere enough?

At this moment, a snow-white puppy suddenly appeared in Bei Qingru's sight.

The little dog raised its small black eyes, and then rubbed the hem of his clothes flatteringly.

"Ouch-"

Bei Qingru looked at the snow-white puppy, and the sadness in his eyes suddenly froze there.