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The pink gauze covered the large carved bed enough for five people to sleep. After waking up, Su Yalun sat in the gauze tent in a daze for a while. He reached out and lifted the gauze curtain and got out of the bed with bare feet. The fur of an animal, the red-gold three-legged cauldron is burning with green smoke, and the bamboo forest outside the window is buzzing with the wind. If he hadn't seen his appearance in the bronze mirror, he might have the illusion of a world away.

If everything is just a dream...waking up is still the same Jialan...I am still the same person I used to be...

Su Yalun just stepped out of the room, and the scene around him changed again. The lush bamboo forest was replaced by pavilions, willows, green ponds are picturesque, fish playing among lotus leaves, and golden streamers flickering in the air indistinctly. The blue sky overhead also turned lavender, and the sun and moon could not be seen.

"Master, your shoes."

Hearing someone behind him, Su Yalun turned his head and saw Raymond standing behind him in a black tuxedo and carrying a pair of shoes. He had a puppet-like face, long silver hair, and blue eyes still as quiet as an ancient well, but he was vividly looking at the scene in front of him. The rich oriental ancient style is a bit nondescript.

Su Yalun didn't pick up his shoes. He was standing by the green pond in a loose white Tang suit, with delicate silver coil buttons, emerald green bamboo embroidered on the cuffs and corners of the clothes, and a white gauze garment wrapped around the Tang suit, with a delicate and beautiful expression on his face. Indifferently, his amber eyes were shining, and the fragrance of lotus all over his body was wanton, and even schools of fish playing in the water surrounded his feet.

"The benefactor has an injury on his leg, so he should rest more." At some point, an old man with a bald head, white beard and a kind face appeared in the pavilion on the other side of the blue pond, holding a sunspot in his hand, and it was falling on the chessboard. It is full of sunspots but no whites.

"It's an illusion and an enchantment. Do you want to trap me, or just leave me here to rest?" Su Yalun said calmly.

The old man smiled, "Naturally, I just want the benefactor to have a good rest. The benefactor doesn't need to take these little tricks of the poor monk to heart."

Su Yalun turned around and wanted to leave, but the old man asked again: "I don't know who the benefactor is from and what sect? The poor monk has some unsolved things, so the benefactor will not hesitate to enlighten me."

The old man looked at Su Yalun with a kind smile on his face, but the eyes of the old man who should have been confused were like cold stars, which made people shudder, and there was a faint oppressive force towards Su Yalun.

Su Yalun's face turned cold, and the wide sleeves and corners of his clothes moved automatically without wind, and a force invisible to the naked eye poured out from Su Yalun's body to compete with the old man's coercion, he snorted coldly: "Ridiculous! "

"Please enlighten me, the benefactor." The figure of the old man who was a few meters away flickered for a moment and then teleported to Su Yalun. His stooped and short body exuded the coercion of a giant, "Young people nowadays like Those things that violate these taboos are all ignored by the words of our old bones. Is it the rebirth of the body, or the transfer of the soul? There is only a thin line between the body of the donor and your soul, have you forgotten? Those who live injustice You will fall into the nineteenth floor of Avici Hell!" The more the old man spoke, the more rumbling and dull it sounded like thunder.

There was a dull pain in his chest, and Su Yalun couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood. The spiritual energy in his body suddenly exploded like a broken balloon, and his injured leg suddenly felt like a heart-pounding pain, and Su Yalun staggered and fell to the ground.

Just when Su Yalun was about to fall to the ground, a pair of warm hands hugged him tightly, and the next moment, Su Yalun fell into Diris' arms.

"Huh? This is..." The old man looked at Su Yalun's injured leg and was about to say something, when Diris suddenly raised his cold green eyes and looked at him, "Don't meddle in your own business."

The originally aggressive old man took a step back unconsciously under Diris' eyes, and beads of sweat appeared between the folds on his forehead.

The old man's figure flickered and opened the distance between him and Diris, and his eyes like cold stars returned to being dazed, and he said tremblingly with his hands behind his back: "I'm old, I'm really old."

"This is your way of hospitality?" Diris yelled coldly, and a young man in a green robe came out and walked slowly behind the old man, with a casual look on his ordinary face. Laughter, "Master, you are being naughty again. You say impulsiveness is the devil. Why are you so impulsive at an older age? I have so many things that I can't finish all day long, and now I have to clean up the mess for you. It's really hard to do, if you think I'm not doing well enough, then please ask the master to come in person."

The old man's brows trembled, his hunched body became even more rickety, and the wrinkles and age spots on his face seemed to have increased a lot at once. From nowhere, he turned into an old vine crutch. While still muttering: "Last night's chamber pot seems to have not been poured, hurry up, hurry up..."

"His aura is very unstable, we should send him back to his room first." The young man said to Diris.

"You guys better give me a reasonable explanation." Diris glanced at the young man coldly, picked up Su Yalun and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Beside the large carved bed, the young man in a blue gown let go of Su Yalun's pulse, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his indifferent face, "The master is right, the body and the soul are barely compatible, I don't know What method did he use, but we also have our rules in the Eastern Mysterious World, no matter what the reason is, he has violated the taboo, and he must stay."

A gleam of blood flickered in Diris' green eyes, and a wicked sneer appeared on his handsome face: "The Western Light Realm and your Eastern Mysterious Realm are simply the same."

"Don't make it so ugly, I know you've always given me face, but you can't solve this matter, he's hanging his life in this state, and he's dead when all his spirit energy dissipates and he can't gather again , the soul flies away, you know?"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Su Yalun on the bed woke up at some point and asked him, "Who are you?"

"Well... how should I put it, simply speaking, I am a diplomat from the Mysterious Eastern Realm. They all call me: Emperor Qing, but you can call me Qing." Emperor Qing smiled, and his ordinary appearance was People can't see him through.

"I'll stay." Su Yalun closed his eyes without looking at Diris after finishing speaking.

Diris stood aside and looked at Su Yalun. He didn't know what was brewing in his emerald eyes. Fortunately, he didn't have an attack, but the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by the cold breath.

A golden stream of light flashed in Qingdi's black eyes, and he smiled casually: "You don't have evil spirits on you, so I will investigate this matter thoroughly, and if you haven't violated any taboos, I will personally send you away, Diris, you too. Don't be angry, I have a lot of aura here, and it will be beneficial and harmless for him to stay here."

"When I want to take him away, I will take him away naturally."

Qingdi smiled helplessly, and left, leaving Su Yalun and Diris behind.

Even with his eyes closed, he could feel that Diris' gaze had been on him. After a long silence, Su Yalun opened his eyes and looked at Diris indifferently.

"The spiritual energy of the mysterious world has a purifying effect, and it will damage you if you stay for a long time."

"That's why you're staying?"

"Whether it's true or not, none of this has anything to do with you, Diris, don't worry about my business anymore."

Diris stared at Su Yalun with green eyes like a poisonous snake. After a long time, he stood up silently and walked towards Su Yalun, throwing off the quilt.

"what you do?!"