Little Golden Crow followed the guidance of the light on the ears and arrived at the hillside of Wuyu Mountain.

The desolate Wuyu Mountain has sparse vegetation, and the only thing that can be praised is the scorching peach blossoms all over the mountain, which are brilliant and charming, like a thin and bright pink silk wrapped around the delicate wrist of a girl.

Zhiying seemed to be kneeling on a pink carpet. She was dressed in gray clothes. At first glance, they looked like men's coarse cloth clothes, but her face was even grayer than the clothes on her body.

A pair of clear black and white eyes that always shone with a shrewd light seemed to be covered with a layer of white gauze. They stared blankly at the head that was pillowed on his legs and was as pale as a ghost. His body shook up and down, as if he was humming.

It's like singing some kind of ballad.

It was only when Little Golden Crow got closer that he heard clearly that what she was chanting was the mantra of rebirth: "...It's so far away from Yin Yang Spring, and I've been homesick for many times without coming back. When I look back and think about it carefully, it's all in Nan Ke's dream..."

He bent down and poked Weaver Ying's head, which was shaking as he sang, and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you stunned?"

The singing stopped, and Zhiying said quietly: "What have you done? Why are you here now?"

He also used him as an immortal attendant. Little Golden Crow snorted, crossed his arms in front of him, and turned sideways: "Isn't it far away from your Wuyu Mountain? I wasted some time coming here!"

Then he tilted his head and looked Zhi Ying up and down, and his tone was sour as if he was drunk: "Aren't you okay? It seems to be a trivial matter. You settled it before I even came, leaving no room for me to use it.

ah!"

Zhiying still didn't raise his head to look at him. He lifted the head in his arms and put it on the ground. He made a secret in his hand and put the person he was holding into his sleeves.

She stood up, patted the mud on her body, and walked towards him. Little Jinwu was just wanting to hear her talk about what had just happened. After all, in the past six hundred years, there was nothing to hide between the two people. Unexpectedly, Zhiying

She just passed him as if he were nothing and walked away with her back to him.

Little Jinwu turned around and shouted: "You just left like that? Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Zhiying paused and answered without looking back: "I'm late, you're late too, I don't need you anymore, just go back."

The voice was not loud and low, and due to the favorable wind, Little Golden Crow heard every word accurately.

Xiao Jinwu walked up angrily and grabbed her arm, asking: "What do you mean you don't need me anymore and want me to come back? What do you think of me?"

Only then did Zhi Ying raise his eyes to look at him, and said with a faint smile: "I thought we were good friends sharing life and death, and we could come and help each other when he needed it."

Little Jinwu paused his chin, seemed to be nodding, and asked, "Isn't it?"

Zhiying laughed at herself: "Really? You are on the top of the mountain opposite. What did you get stuck on? Or did you fall into the water again and your spiritual power was stagnated?" As she expected, Little Golden Crow's eyes drifted to her left

On a small mound, she said, "Look, you don't look into my eyes. Stinky crow, the emperor taught you spells and the way to be a king, but he told you that you don't dare to look at others if you have a guilty conscience."

?”

"This is not what you said, um, a physiological reaction, yes, it is a physiological reaction!" Little Golden Crow said plausibly, but without much confidence, and was no longer as arrogant as before.

"Well, it's a physiological reaction!" Zhiying stared at his face, her golden eyes were dazzling, but she looked behind her through herself. She sighed while stroking her sleeves, and said to Little Golden Crow, "You want to go back to heaven now.

Okay, but I won’t go with you this time, I want to avenge Azhuo.”

"If you avenge her, will she come back?" Xiao Jinwu looked at her in surprise as if he had discovered a strange thing, "Don't be stupid! Her soul is gone, and it's useless for you to take revenge.

Looking for trouble yourself!"

Zhiying nodded and passed him again: "Then I'm leaving."

"Hey! You agree with me, why don't you give up on avenging her?" Little Golden Crow grabbed her in front of her and walked backwards facing her.

"Just because I agree with you doesn't mean that I will do what you think. I haven't repaid her kindness. I can help her avenge her, and I can repay half of her kindness."

Zhiying lowered his head and stared at his toes as he walked forward step by step, leaving invisible footprints on the soil behind him. When wind and rain came, they would all turn into mud and be washed away and buried.

"...Well, I'll wait until you avenge her before leaving."

"Wait for me?" Zhi Ying stopped again, carefully looked at the retreating Little Golden Crow, and said, "I may have to stay for a long time. Can you bear the turbidity of the mortal world?"

Zhi Ying couldn't ask anymore. She felt that she was being hypocritical. She clearly hoped that someone could accompany her at this time, in this familiar and unfamiliar place, but she still said such pretentious words to disgust people.

Xiao Jinwu said: "Just because you have to be alone for a long time, if there is an accident and you die in the mortal world, who will collect your body?"

"cut!"

There is indeed nothing good to say in the crow's mouth!

Weaver Ying walked forward, and the gradually blue tassel jumped out into a beautiful flower spiral, like an iris blooming with great kindness.

Little Jinwu chased after him: "I told you to stay, but you still want to leave?"

"A Zhuo must be buried first."

The two of them remained silent in a tacit agreement, and no one said a word.

Zhiying returned to the thatched house, took a hoe that had been left aside for many years, dug a big hole in front of the peach blossom tree, and buried Azhuo's body properly.

The peach blossoms bloom in March, and the intoxicating fragrance dyes the soil with fragrance. The sunset in March is red in layers, as red as fire, as red as blood, and the crimson is sprinkled on the tombstone in front of the peach blossom tree, and on the white shadow of the

face.

Zhiying stood silently in front of the tombstone, staring at the word "Gu Zhuo" on the tombstone. She stayed there for a long time. She didn't enter the house until it got dark.

She repaired the leaky screen window, then took out her robe, replaced it with Azhuo's father's clothes, washed them cleanly, folded them, and put them back into the large, half-old box next to the earthen kang, where they were left to dry in the yard.

The tattered shirt was put away by her.

She said to Little Golden Crow: "The sun where you practice is too harsh for me, so I will practice in Wuyu Mountain. After a month, I will go down the mountain to find the 'desperate man'."

Little Jinwu didn't care, he just often came to eat with her, worked hard morning and night, and was even more active than in heaven.

However, Zhiying didn't bother much. As soon as he took out the pen and paper, he wrote the recipe and gave it to Little Jinwu, asking him to make it himself.

Xiao Jinwu devoted himself to studying, and the sweet soups of the Peach Blossom Series and Lotus Root Series were made in a similar manner, so throughout the month, Xiao Jinwu was almost always washing his hands and making soup. In order to quickly restore his spiritual power, Zhiying did not eat more.

He put down the spoon as soon as he took one bite, and Xiao Jinwu, who was rare, did not force himself, and removed the turbid odor caused by the ordinary food he had eaten at noon every day.
Chapter completed!