The master and apprentice walked slowly on the thick snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking slowly around the fence of Yuanshui Xiaozhu. The cold wind blew by, and Master Jingshui's face seemed to become paler.
, the frequency of coughing is also getting faster and faster.
Yang Liudi helped her and asked her to go back to the house to rest, but Master Jingshui seemed to have turned into a stubborn old lady. Whether it was Yang Liudi's persuasion or the persuasion of other female disciples who came over, the dying old man could not
turn a deaf ear.
I heard a while ago that the old nun Xuanbi of Jishian Temple in Langya Mountain who defeated him in the Duantian Cliff Arena more than 370 years ago has passed away, which made Jingshui Corpse very sad.
She was only four hundred years old. I didn’t expect that the first one to leave would be old nun Xuanbi. And she would be the second one. She held Yangliu Flute’s hand, walked to a snow-covered swing, and suddenly said
: "Ahem, I remember that this swing was made by my teacher when Xiangruo first entered the school. At that time, Xiangruo was still a little girl of six or seven years old. She was very playful and once fell out of the swing.
She lost two front teeth and cried so hard that she didn't dare to touch the swing from then on. By the way, where is Xiangruo?"
Yang Liudi's tears fell down, and Master's memory became even worse. He only occasionally forgot some small things in the past few days, but now, he actually forgot that Senior Sister was in Northern Xinjiang.
She gently wiped her tears and whispered: "Master, senior sister is out and will be back soon."
Master Jingshui sighed and said: "Sorry for this kid, Shaoqin is not bad. Since Xiangruo likes it, let's settle their affairs another day. Shaoqin is the son of Senior Brother Yuan's classmate, this
You still have to give face."
"Master!"
Yang Liudi couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Senior Brother Yuan Shaoqin died thirty-three years ago."
"Dead? How is that possible? The day before yesterday, I saw this kid wandering around the Samsara Peak in a show of force, and he even gave me a big jar of honey. This kid is so filial, how could he be dead?"
Master Jingshui suddenly became excited and seemed to recall some memories. She said with tears: "Yes, this child Shaoqin is dead... He is dead. Di'er, please find Xiangruo quickly. She must be because of this."
She just ran away from home, don't let her do stupid things."
Yang Liudi's tears were like broken pearls, and he said: "Master, don't worry, senior sister is with Qiyou now, nothing will happen to her."
Master Jingshui seemed to have aged much more at this moment, murmuring: "Qiyou? Qiyou?"
Helping Master Jingshui into the room, Yang Liudi went out and saw a dozen female disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu standing outside the door. She wiped her tears and said: "Master has been in poor health recently, and the senior sister is not here.
Don't come over here to disturb Master, I'm going to get Master something to eat."
In the room of the monastery, Master Jingshui kept muttering "Qiyou? Qiyou?" Then she started looking for something, and finally took out something from the Qiankun bag.
A green jade slip.
Jade slips are similar to bamboo slips. They both store content. Back then, Xuan Ying gave Ye Xiaochuan the cultivation method of the way of music. It was just a jade slip. When the true energy was activated, the words were immediately illuminated.
There are two words carved on the jade slip: "Qiyou".
Master Jingshui rubbed the jade slip and said: "Qiyou...the lone star of the evil god, the lone star chasing the sun, the exquisite heart with seven orifices...the goddess of heaven...the shooting star..."
When Yangliu Di walked in with a still meal, he saw Jing Shui's body sitting cross-legged on the futon with his head hanging down.
"Master, let's have something to eat."
Yang Liudi placed the rice plate on the counter, picked up a spoon and picked up a bowl of millet porridge, ready to feed it to the master.
But she called several times, but Master Jingshui didn't respond. The room suddenly became eerily quiet, and the master's coughing sound disappeared.
Yang Liudi's body trembled, and his right hand slowly reached out, and his fingers touched Master Jingshui's neck.
After a moment, there was a clatter, and a small bowl of millet porridge fell from Yang Liudi's left hand and fell to pieces on the ground.
As if being hit hard, Yang Liudi took four or five steps back and knelt on the ground with a thud, tears already covering her cheeks.
"Master...Father!"
Heartbreaking cries came from the monastery. A dozen women from Yuanshui Xiaozhu who had just dispersed outside the door were shocked when they heard the shrill cry of Yangliu Flute and rushed over one after another.
A female disciple pushed open the bamboo door and saw Yang Liudi kneeling on the ground, crying heartbrokenly to her mentor. She looked at her mentor sitting with his head lowered. How could these female disciples not know what was going on?
No one entered the room, and all the female disciples knelt on the snow outside the monastery, crying bitterly.
Nine Mysteries Fairyland.
In the cave where the dwarves lived, Ning Xiangruo suddenly woke up from her nightmare. Yun Qiyou, who lived in the same cave with her, seemed to feel something and opened his eyes.
Seeing the senior sister's pale face and sweating profusely, Yun Qiyou said: "Senior sister, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?"
Ning Xiangruo gasped for air and said, "Yes, I dreamed about terrible things. I don't know why, but I always feel uneasy recently."
Yun Qiyou nodded gently and said, "I feel the same way."
In another small cave, Du Chun was applying medicine to Ye Xiaochuan's wounds. Originally, this job was given to Zhao Wuji, but it turned out that this stupid guy didn't do it lightly or seriously. Ye Xiaochuan kept howling miserably, so he could only Du Chun.
Purely doing it myself.
His whole body was covered in bruises and bruises. Yun Qiyou's hand was not gentle. Ye Xiaochuan's whole body was covered in bruises and bruises. A large bottle of blood-removing medicine was almost finished.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan grunting, Du Chun wiped the bruises on Ye Xiaochuan's back and said angrily: "Stop pretending. With your level of cultivation, what is this skin injury?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I'm not hurt, I'm distressed. My heart is bleeding."
Du Chun rolled his eyes, patted Ye Xiaochuan's bruised back with his white palm, and said, "Are you still talking about those magic weapons?" Ye Xiaochuan turned over, looked at Du Chun, and said, "Du Chun
Senior sister, what do you think this is? Why should I return the magic weapons that I worked so hard to steal based on my ability? Just return them. Why did you return my Qiankun bag and take it away? I still have a lot of snacks in it.
Well, there is still a lot of money and not much money
Few rare treasures."
Hearing the snacks, Wangcai next to him became interested. He flapped his wings and jumped up and down in front of Ye Xiaochuan, protesting with his master against the tyranny of the Black Wind Clan leader of the dwarves.
Du Chun said: "Don't worry, the Black Wind Clan Chief will return the Qiankun Bag to you if he doesn't have your little belly."
Zhao Wuji, who was next to him, also said: "Senior Sister Du is right, the leader of the Black Wind Clan is a good person."
Ye Xiaochuan said angrily: "He upgraded the magic weapon for you, of course you speak for him. I feel that he has the intention to embezzle the property in my Qiankun bag. No, I have to go to him to get it, in case he embezzles my Qiankun bag.
There is no place for me to cry because of the exotic treasures in there!" Ye Xiaochuan got up and walked out of the cave. Du Chun took a pile of clothes and shouted: "Put your clothes on first."