After reconciliation with Jianzun

When this matter was mentioned, everyone thought that Sheng Jian was still in the devil world, and there was no news about it so far.

Xu Song stretched his arms to the stone table, and muttered with a sad face: "I don't know when Sword Master will come back."

Yao Wu pinched his fingers and made the calculations, and then said affirmatively: "It's coming soon, it should only be these two days."

Xu Song turned his head quickly: "How do you know?"

Hei Wuchang said slowly: "The eighth day of May is coming soon."

Ye Zhili looked around and found that the people at the table knew the meaning of this date, but he was at a loss.

The eighth day of May?

Could it be some kind of festival in Xuanjian Pavilion?

He looked suspiciously at Heiwuchang who was directly opposite him: "What day is the eighth day of the fifth lunar month?"

The other party gave him a meaningful glance: "It's the death day."

He was taken aback when he heard the words: "The death day?"

Yao Wu thought for a while, he didn't tell Xiao Yezi before because he thought it was Sheng Jian's private matter.

Now that Sheng Jian is willing to go to the devil world to get medicine for Xiao Yezi, the relationship between the two is definitely not bad, and more importantly, the eighth day of May is approaching, so don't let Xiao Yezi commit Sheng Jian's taboo again.

Seeing Yao Wu closing the folding fan, Ye Zhili looked regretful, and it looked like a prelude to telling a story.

Sure enough, after Yao Wu sighed, he slowly explained the meaning of the eighth day of May.

"Little Ye Zi, you didn't know that you came too late. Sword Master once had a Taoist companion, but that person was killed by a demon and died young. In order to avenge that person, Sword Master came to the forefront of the battle line, that is, Here we are.

"That person's death day is the eighth day of May."

Ye Zhili was stunned.

The day he died in his previous life was indeed the eighth day of May.

Just listening to others mention the date of my death, this feeling is fresh and weird, I really don't know what expression to show.

However, Sheng Jian never announced his identity as a Taoist companion to others. Hei Wuchang, as the head of the intelligence hall, knew that Sheng Jian's life was justifiable. How did other people know?

He asked: "Jianzun said it himself?"

Yao Wu shook his head and said: "Jianzun is not a person who has nothing to talk about. Before I saw that the defensive magic circle on one of his robes was quite special, so I asked casually, and he said that his Taoist companion helped to carve it.

"I asked Mrs. Jianzun again, and he said that she is no longer alive.

"Every year on the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, he would go to pay homage to his Taoist companion. Over time, everyone knew about it."

The half-Buddha sage fiddled with the rosary beads in his hand one by one, with compassion in his eyes: "Amitabha, Master Jian has shown great affection. I see that the ornaments in his room are quite old, and many of them are for two people. It’s something from the former Taoist couple.”

Mentioning this matter, Xu Song straightened up and looked at Yao Wu: "Do you still remember the second floor of the Wuchang Realm? I suspect that Master Jian saw his Taoist companion in the illusion, otherwise why would he come out so late."

Yao Wu echoed: "I think so too. It's not easy for Sword Master all these years. Every time he kills monsters, he rushes first, and his back looks desolate and lonely. Oh right, Xiao Yezi, you will be able to live forever in the future." Don't mention this matter in front of Sword Master, every time you mention it, he will be depressed for several days."

Ye Zhili responded in a low voice, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't expect that one day, he would listen to others telling how much Sheng Jian loved him.

It's really...

Makes you want to laugh.

He believed that Sheng Jian liked him, and this love turned into guilt after his death, but he didn't expect this guilt to affect Sheng Jian so much.

But no matter how much Sheng Jian feels guilty, what does it have to do with him?

Could it be that the long road he has traveled in person is all false?

If you just shed a tear and wait ten or eight years, you can not only gain a reputation as an infatuation among others, but also achieve consummation, then there will be no idiots complaining about women in this world.

He listened to others' words in silence, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

It would be a lie to say that he was completely unmoved, but the ripples on the surface of the water could not shake the center of the lake.

He suddenly understood something at this moment.

It turned out that Sheng Jian felt this way when he first saw him.

On the evening of the seventh day of May, when the child hour is approaching, Shengjian returns as scheduled.

At this moment, Ye Zhili fell into a coma again due to the poison. Yao Wu arranged eighteen bottles of Bamuhailong blood one by one, and compared them with the poisons in Ye Zhili's place one by one, and finally identified the poison at noon the next day. source.

It was the eight-eyed sea dragon's blood that was glowing with carmine purple, and when the plug was opened, black air rose from it at first glance, but it smelled like summer jasmine, fresh and pleasant.

The poison in Ye Zhili's body was already approaching the heart veins, Yao Wu didn't dare to delay, so he quickly boiled the blood together with the elixir that he had prepared long ago, and forced Ye Zhili into it.

By the time the toxin in his body was completely detoxified, it was already the morning of the ninth day of May.

He just crossed his No.20 anniversary of death.

Ye Zhili slowly opened his eyes, and the smell of medicine in the room had dissipated completely.

A deep male voice sounded from beside his bed: "Are you awake?"

Ye Zhili turned his head and saw that Sheng Jian was sitting on a round wooden stool with a slightly tired face.

He had just woken up, still staring in a daze, and subconsciously said softly: "Well, you're back."

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, he realized something was wrong.

broken.

In the past, Sheng Jian often left early and returned late, and he woke up in the middle of the night several times to meet him. This is a remnant of the habit of decades in his previous life, and he thought he was still in Liuluomen!

Fortunately, Sheng Jian thought he was asking about returning from the Demon Realm, so he hummed lightly: "How do you feel?"

He got out of bed and took two steps. Yao Wu is worthy of being a master of medicine. Now he feels extremely comfortable, even his meridians are a little wider, and the poison of the eight-eyed sea dragon seems to have never existed.

The knife that had been hanging on his neck was finally removed, and he felt completely relieved, and said with a smile, "It's all good."

Sheng Jian hummed lightly again, and his brows loosened without a trace.

After all, it was Sheng Jian who saved his life, Ye Zhili restrained his expression, and thanked Sheng Jian: "Thank you Sword Master for your help, Ye Mou will never forget your life-saving grace."

Before Sheng Jian responded, Xu Song opened the door and rushed in. Seeing him standing on the ground without any signs of illness, he said happily, "Little Yezi! You're all right!"

Ye Zhili still responded with a smile, and then Yao Wu rushed over and took his pulse again to make sure there was no residual poison.

The encounter with Bamu Hailongpo was finally over.

Now that Sheng Jian has returned and Ye Zhili has recovered, the celebration banquet that Ji Taxue had prepared for a long time finally started that night.

The class sense of the disciples in the Xuanjian Pavilion was not so strong. Ji Taxue held an open-air banquet in an open space in the pavilion with a big wave of his hand, and all the disciples in the pavilion had a share.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the bonfires on the ground are connected into pieces. Although the scene is not luxurious and grand, it is more lively. Laughter can be heard everywhere in the huge Xuanjian Pavilion.

Ji Taxue, Sheng Jian, Hei Wuchang, Xu Song, Yao Wu, Banfo Shengren and other main players in the cabinet, and Ye Zhili, a gradually integrated fairy alliance contact, gathered at the table.

After all, it was an internal celebration banquet, and Ji Taxue didn't want to be so serious. There was no conversation before the banquet, and she ate directly after the food was served.

The image of a half-Buddha and saint had completely collapsed in Ye Zhili's mind, even though there was half an elbow on the plate, he didn't take a second look.

Hei Wuchang didn't eat much food, only occasionally picked up two chopsticks as alms, and spent more time drinking.

Xu Song picked up the hot leg of lamb and gnawed it. Yao Wu disliked that his mouth was full of oil. He was still shaking the fan with his left hand, and picked up vegetables with his right hand at a leisurely pace, as if he wanted to make a comparison on purpose.

I don't know if it was a coincidence that the seats were arranged in advance, but Xu Song was on Ye Zhili's left and Sheng Jian was on his right.

Sheng Jian was still the same, he didn't eat this one, and didn't smell that one, so he just had a few mouthfuls at the beginning. Compared with attending a celebration banquet, it was more suitable to find a random temple and put it in to accept offerings.

On the whole table, only Ji Taxue and Ye Zhili were relatively normal.

No matter how indifferent Ji Taxue was, this time was also a celebration banquet, so she had to speak a few words no matter what.

Generally speaking, it's time to drink, at least everyone has to raise a glass together.

The jug was between him and Xu Song, while Sheng Jian was empty, there was nothing to be shy about in this situation, he reached out to take the jug and poured it for Sheng Jian, so as not to embarrass Sheng Jian when everyone toasted later .

Now Xu Song didn't even gnaw on the leg of lamb, and wanted to grab his arm with an oily hand, and finally stopped half an inch above, and whispered in his mouth: "Hey little leaf!! Stop! Stop!"

However, it was too late to say this, Sheng Jian's wine glass was already full, he put the wine pot back to its original position, and asked without knowing it, "Is there something wrong?"

Xu Song took a peek at Sheng Jian, leaned closer and whispered to him: "Jianzun's Taoist partner won't let him drink! After so many years, Jianzun never drinks!"

Ye Zhili paused with his left hand.

He really didn't like Sheng Jian to go out to drink in the past, because every time Sheng Jian drank, he was called by people from Liuluomen, and even on his birthday, people would come to see Sheng Jian.

The get-together he longed for day and night was interrupted again and again, as if he was specifically against him.

Later, he finally lost his temper and found an excuse not to let Sheng Jian drink. Sheng Jian would still cling to him over such a trivial matter, and then he never went there again.

It's not that Sheng Jian is not allowed to drink, it's just that he can't be with those people.

During his short-term distraction, everyone's eyes were on him and Xu Song.

Xu Song knew that Sheng Jian didn't drink alcohol, and everyone else in the room probably knew it too.

Ye Zhili looked at his left hand that hadn't been taken back from the jug, and wished he could chop it off.

He turned his head to look at Sheng Jian, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry Sword Master, I don't know..."

Sheng Jian's expression remained unchanged, and he drank the glass of wine in one gulp under the eyes of everyone who were either surprised or approving.

"It's time to celebrate."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to Ye Zhili, obviously asking him for a flagon.

The atmosphere during the banquet returned to normal again, and even became more enthusiastic because of Sheng Jian's "breaking the precept", but Ye Zhili didn't dare to say a word.

The banquet officially ended when it was near the end of the banquet. The disciples in the pavilion went back to the room, and those who wanted to continue the banquet continued to continue, and some even fell asleep on the spot.

Ye Zhili looked at the leaving back, hesitated again and again, and followed.

It's time to say something.