After reconciliation with Jianzun

Ye Zhili thought he had heard it wrong, and asked again uncertainly: "You said, yesterday Sword Master asked you to take him to choose the congratulatory gift in person?"

Director Song thought he didn't hear clearly, so he repeated casually: "That's right, I picked this up and let me install it. Sword Master is really generous, and I bought a lot of them."

Seeing that Ye Zhili stopped picking up the lid, Song Zhangshi didn't care, he bent down holding the box, picked it up, and covered it back: "Fortunately, the things are fine, I have to go and change another gift box. Ye Daoyou, do you have anything else to do? It's okay, I'll go first."

"Huh?" As the hairpin was covered again, Ye Zhili also came to his senses, "It's okay, Mr. Song, go slowly."

Xianmeng Long Street was full of people coming and going, it was as bustling as a human market, the voices of hawking and bargaining continued to ring out, but Ye Zhili didn't seem to hear anything clearly.

He thought that the disappearance of Shengjian yesterday was just to celebrate his favorite fireworks.

He didn't expect to share with him to buy Zong Xiangling a wedding gift.

Many disciples walked past him, leaving puzzled eyes. A younger female revisionist was looking for a sister who came with her in the crowd. Seeing him standing there, she couldn't help but asked with concern: "Senior brother, what are you doing?" Are you ok?"

Ye Zhili smiled as if waking up from a dream, "Thank you, I'm fine."

He didn't continue to stay in the middle of the long street to disturb people's business, but walked slowly towards his residence.

It was the first time he softened his heart, but in exchange for such a result.

Sheng Jian had been waiting at the gate of his courtyard, and greeted him as soon as he saw him, perhaps because his emotions were too obvious, Sheng Jian swallowed back what he wanted to ask, and asked, "What happened?"

He looked up at Shengmao.

Years have not left any marks on the face of this unparalleled Sword Master, Sheng Jian has the same profound features as when he first saw him, and he is very handsome.

The concern for him in the eyes does not seem to be fake.

Yet this concern was never exclusive to him.

He didn't want to occupy Shengjian and not allow others to share a little bit, nor did he want to resent and blame Zong Xiangling.

But how the matter of Liu Luomen lay between the two of them, Sheng Jian knew very well in his heart that Sheng Jian would not think about it even if he gave gifts to anyone else.

Perhaps Sheng Jian felt that Zong Xiangling's big marriage was only this one time, and maybe he even wanted to draw a happy ending for the past.

But Sheng Jian should not say that he has nothing to do with it, but secretly prepares to send it to celebrate.

He was wrong.

He shouldn't be envious when he saw the close trust between Xia Xingchui and Wen Mo. When he saw the fireworks yesterday, he recalled the innocent and beautiful time he had with Sheng Jian. How to accompany him into danger again and again, and face with him in the layers of traps set by the devil world, so that there is a moment of soft-heartedness and regress.

He opened his mouth and asked, "How about the magic energy?"

Sheng Jian replied truthfully: "The rift is the same as the magic energy in the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle, it is a dead breath."

Ye Zhili nodded, indicating that he knew.

He took out a storage bag and a jade slip from his pocket and handed them to Sheng Jian: "The death of a demon will eventually turn into a matter of demonic energy. Leader Xia has already begun to notify the various sects, and Xuanjian Pavilion will receive it soon." information.

"However, according to the investigation, the Mozun once appeared on the mountain where the martyr Yinggu was buried in Xushuizhou on the day of the memorial service.

"For so long, Xushui Continent has been the main location for monsters to attack. Zhongxi also said that the Demon Lord has been looking for something, and now he has found it. I suspect that there is some inseparable connection between that thing and Xushui Continent.

"This matter is so important that there is no way to write it down in the letter. You'd better go back as soon as possible and tell Pavilion Master Ji and the others in person."

When Sheng Jian heard the word "you" in Ye Zhili's words, he obviously sensed something happened, grabbed his outstretched hand, and said anxiously: "Let's go back together."

Ye Zhili forced things into Sheng Jian and pulled his hand out: "I won't go back, this is a gift I brought to everyone, please say hello to everyone for me."

Sheng Jian showed a little urgency: "It was clearly agreed yesterday..."

Ye Zhili looked at Sheng Jian quietly, with distant eyes: "I didn't agree. Yesterday I said 'Let me think about it', and now I understand it."

The invisible barrier between the two of them was warmed by last night's lingering warmth, but now it was illuminated by the scorching sun, but it rose again, wrapping Ye Zhili more airtightly and tightly, without leaving any traces. Little gaps.He looked at Sheng Jian's thin lips slightly pursed, the hand holding the jade slip and the storage bag he stuffed was still refusing to let go, only hanging in mid-air, loosening and tightening, tightening and loosening again.

Jianzun Yuanheng, who was not good at words, couldn't understand why he had such a sudden change, but the means had been exhausted, and he really didn't know what to say and what to do.

For a moment, he even thought that Shengma would choose to stay willfully and continue to follow him.

But the matter of Xuanjian Pavilion was too critical, and the person he loved would not act recklessly at such a time.

After a while, he heard Sheng Jian's slow voice as if he was pulling at a straw: "Did something happen..."

Ye Zhili closed his eyes lightly.

His expectations and trust have been shattered countless times by Sheng Jian, and now he has managed to live his life again, almost becoming a joke again in his relationship.

Everything in the world can be told and entrusted, but he dare not give Sheng Jian a sincere heart.

The fireworks are beautiful, and Sheng Jian's chest is also very stable. He remembers all the warm past in the past.

"Sheng Jian, let's be friends while we are still far away, and give each other some room." Ye Zhili pushed down Sheng Jian's arm, and the corners of his eyes became gentle, "Don't go to the end of the mountain, let the memorable things become It's disgusting."

Only when everything is clicked can it live in the memory for a long time.

He has spoken to this extent, no matter how troubled Ren Shengjian is by the past, he should show the face of Sword Master Yuanheng.

He nodded at Shengjian for the last time, planning to go back to the yard to rest.

The moment they passed each other, he heard Sheng Jian suddenly say, "You don't want to go to Xuanjian Pavilion, is it because you don't want to see me, or because... Lu Juchen."

Ye Zhili was taken aback when he heard the words, and the illusion of dull pain came from his neck again, and the picture of physical contact with Lu Juchen between the purple light curtains appeared in the minds of the two of them at the same time.

He didn't know how to answer for a while, whether he should frankly state that he only wanted to have a gentleman's friendship with Lu Juchen, or just admit his mistake so as to cut off Shengjian's thoughts.

Sheng Jian seemed to have realized something from his silence, and when his lips were exposed to the sun, orange rays of light fell from the sky, casting a soft halo on the sharp side face, and the cold and arrogant Sword Master seemed to be trapped Pulled from the clouds into the mortal world, he suddenly became a mortal with an unmistakable appearance.

"I understand."

There is no need to think about the answer that Ye Zhili has not thought of yet.

It's over, it's useless to talk about it.

The two stopped and walked in the opposite direction again, and neither of them looked back.

Ye Zhixin said.

It's finally over.

Other than that, there was no picture in his memory that appeared in front of his eyes. He didn't think about the simplicity and beauty of his previous life and this life, or the awkwardness of the Cold War.

I just feel that something is missing in my heart, it doesn't hurt, it just feels empty.

He walked towards the courtyard expressionlessly, his original plan was disrupted, he had to spend the night in Xianmeng tonight, and set off tomorrow.

The moment he stepped into the courtyard gate, a familiar male voice suddenly came from behind: "Little Ye Zi!"

Ye Zhili turned around, and Lu Juchen was standing on the side of the road in a purple brocade robe and carrying a package of the same color, looking at him with joy and doubt.

He wondered, "Why are you here?"

He thought that after talking to Lu Juchen in the morning, it was time for Lu Juchen to leave the Xianmeng.

Lu Juchen took it for granted, "I was thinking of coming to see you off, but why did I see Sheng Jian leave by himself, do you regret it?"

Ye Zhili smiled bitterly: "Almost."

Lu Juchen was overjoyed immediately, threw the package into the sky, didn't care about anything, rushed up and hugged him in his arms, muttering: "Why? It must be Sheng Jian who made you sad again! I'll say Sheng Jian It's not a good thing..."

Seeing that his eyes were wrong, Lu Juchen quickly changed his words: "I said that Shengjian is unreliable. How about it, let's go to make mountains? Just the two of us, if we walk faster now, we can still watch the sunrise."

Ye Zhili pushed Lu Juchen gently, and scolded with a smile: "It's okay, you. By the way, I forgot to give you your beads."

He took out the purple obsidian bead from another storage bag, and handed it back to Lu Juchen: "You don't remember such a precious thing at all."

Lu Juchen held his hand and wrapped the purple obsidian in his palm, and pushed it back in his direction: "It's just a dead thing, what can be as valuable as our little leaf, I will give it to you as a marble."

But Ye Zhili refused to accept it: "I don't want it, you take it back quickly."

Lu Juchen helped him put it into the storage bag: "You hold it for me first."

With that said, Lu Juchen pointed to the package that was abandoned on the side of the road: "Look, I'm full."

Ye Zhili didn't know whether he should be surprised by the fact that Lu Juchen's cultivation was so high that he could open his storage bag at will, or whether he should admire the amount of things Lu Juchen carried with him.

He wanted to take out the Ziyao Pearl and return it, but Lu Juanchen held his hand firmly: "Shall we go now?"

Those purple glazed eyes blinked and blinked, really like the kid who was refining the mountain, Ye Zhili still can't accept it, he was so obedient, obedient and respectful before, why did he secretly like him?

Even though Lu Juchen, as a sword spirit, was older than him at that time, he subconsciously felt that it was outrageous.

He withdrew his hand in a good temper: "I'm not going to make mountains either."

Lu Juchen said "ah" in frustration, "then where are you going?"

Ye Zhili looked far away, and said slowly: "Let's talk. It's you, it's time to go back to Lianshan."

Lu Juchen raised his eyebrows, and smiled: "I originally planned that if you left with Sheng Jian, I would go to practice for a while, become what you like, and snatch you back when the time comes, but now you are alone Alone, I don't want to leave."

Ye Zhili was speechless.

Forget it.

He tried his best to ignore the hollowness in his chest, and rolled up his sleeves: "Let's talk about it later, I just went to Changjie to buy something, and I wanted to eat it on the way to Xuanjian Pavilion, but now I cook it, you eat it What flavor?"