Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Xuan Moxiao's blood-stained fingers stopped stiffly.

He raised his head and stared at Su Mengsheng sadly, until Su Mengsheng couldn't bear it.

"Mo Xiao!" Su Mengsheng gritted her teeth and shook her head, crying, "Stop bragging, Junior Brother Ye, he, he has already left."

The moisture in Xuan Moxiao's eyes seemed to be frozen, he smiled dumbly, and said hoarsely: "Master, I know..."

I know, my uncle has already left...

Su Mengsheng trembled all over, he panicked inexplicably, but he didn't know why he panicked.

He stared at Xuan Moxiao intently, but saw Xuan Moxiao calmly put Yuxiao in Ye Qingyi's hand, then put his arms around Ye Qingyi's shoulders, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Uncle, you are waiting for me..." Xuan Moxiao whispered softly, "The disciple will come right away, come right away..."

After all, surging spiritual energy emanated from the whole body.

Su Mengsheng turned pale, took a step forward and pressed Xuan Moxiao's arm, and said in surprise: "Mo Xiao! What are you going to do? Don't do stupid things! Even if you lose all your cultivation, it won't help, you... ..."

Su Mengsheng was talking for a while, and he suddenly realized that Xuan Moxiao didn't want to lose his cultivation and kill himself, but wanted to die, and wanted to die with Ye Qingyi.

"You..." Su Mengsheng's throat choked up, looking at the disciple in front of him who he loved and cared for, but hurt him into a different person, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

"You really want to do this?" Su Mengsheng knelt down, "You have to go, you have to go, okay, okay... Don't worry, after you leave, I will bury you and Junior Brother Ye together of."

Xuan Moxiao closed his eyes and said nothing, he and Ye Qingyi were surrounded by blue-green aura, looking poignant and dreamy, so beautiful that it is unbearable to disturb.

Su Mengsheng sat cross-legged opposite the two of them, quietly watching Xuan Moxiao's life passing by, feeling so heartbroken that she lost all feeling.The devil is finally dead, shouldn't he be very happy?Shouldn't he be laughing out loud?

"No..." Su Mengsheng gritted her teeth in pain, "You all come back, come back..."

He clenched the blade tightly as if self-harming himself, and let the blood stain the sharp silver-white blade red.

"Brother Su, what are you doing?"

Outside the barrier, there was one more person at some point.

Su Mengsheng paused, looked up to where the sound came from, but saw Hua Zichen in white standing in front of Su Yin, looking at them expressionlessly.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader?" Su Mengsheng stood up holding the sword, "Senior Brother Sect Leader, you are here, you..."

A lump in his throat: "Are you here to see Junior Brother Ye off for the last time?"

Hua Zichen remained silent, his cloud sleeves fluttered lightly, and flew into the barrier.

The pair of sharp phoenix eyes lingered on the faces of Ye Qingyi and Xuan Moxiao, and said softly: "Instead of sacrificing your cultivation to seek death, you might as well use your cultivation to save Junior Brother Ye's life."

Xuan Moxiao's aura suddenly stopped.

He slowly opened his lifeless eyes, and said in a low voice, "What did you say?"

Hua Zichen fell silent, half-knelt in front of Ye Qingyi, and lightly held his right hand.

Ye Qingyi, who had already passed away, looked peaceful and peaceful, as if he was just asleep, and his soul was still in the world.Although he is dead, his appearance is still so peerless, even the peony flower on his forehead looks so delicate and charming, even more beautiful than the real peony.

All the beautiful words in this world can be placed on Ye Qingyi, but even so, they still cannot express Ye Qingyi's beauty.

He was not supposed to be a mortal in this world.

Hua Zichen suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and calmly took off the jade ring finger on Ye Qingyi's right index finger.

Xuan Moxiao watched Hua Zichen's movements without blinking: "What are you doing?"

Su Mengsheng was also very puzzled: "That's right, Senior Brother Sect Master, you're doing well, why did you take off Junior Brother Ye's finger puller?"

Holding the wrench, Hua Zichen said in a deep voice, "This wrench looks ordinary and a little rough, but it is a life-saving thing that Master gave to Junior Brother Ye."

"Life-saving things?" Su Mengsheng's eyes lit up, "What life-saving things?"

Hua Zichen glanced at Xuan Moxiao who seemed to have no reaction: "When Master accepted Junior Brother Ye as his apprentice in the past, he expected that Junior Brother Ye would have a light life and would not die well, so he took a piece of the ancient Xuanfeng's wing bone and made it With this finger, with this finger, Ye Qingyi's body and soul will survive, as long as this finger is used to inject vitality into Junior Brother Ye, he can be reborn."

"What did you say?" Xuan Moxiao grabbed Hua Zichen's arm violently, "You said this finger pull can save my uncle's life?"

"Yes." Hua Zichen said, "However, someone must make a sacrifice."

"I'll do it." Su Mengsheng said without even thinking about it, "Hurry up and let me do something meaningful. I finally cultivated a peerless cultivation base, but I still can't kill those nasty monsters. It's very boring to live seriously , if I can use this body to save Junior Brother Ye, I will be worthy of Master's spirit in the sky, and I will be worthy of the sins I committed when I practiced magic arts."

After Su Mengsheng finished speaking, she sat down in front of Ye Qingyi, but was slapped out by Xuan Moxiao.

Su Mengsheng, who was thinking of dedicating his life to Ye Qingyi, didn't set up his defenses, and was thrown a foot away by Xuan Moxiao. He was already a monk at the Mahayana stage, and people who were slightly lower than him couldn't get close to him at all. Not to mention knocking him out with one palm, but his apprentice did it, his soft and pitiful apprentice in the past did it!

Su Mengsheng felt sad again, angry and angry: "Xuan Moxiao! What do you want to do?"

Xuan Moxiao slowly withdrew his hand, glanced at Su Mengsheng with a bit of guilt, and said uncompromisingly: "I'll come..."

He repeated aloud: "I'll come."

Su Mengsheng's eyebrows trembled.

Hua Zichen was extremely calm, he looked at Xuan Moxiao, and said without emotion: "This is not a child playing house, and life is exchanged for life. I know your cultivation base is strong, but after saving Junior Brother Ye I'm not sure how much is left and whether I can live."

"What are you talking about so much nonsense!" Xuan Moxiao was already irritable, "What if it takes my life! I want my uncle to come back to life, my uncle to come back to life!"

"Okay." Hua Zichen said happily, "Then, I will do it."

He loosened his five fingers, allowing the magic weapon made of phoenix bone to float in mid-air.

A golden aura surged out from the finger, turning into golden phoenix feathers that surrounded Xuan Moxiao and Ye Qingyi layer by layer. Xuan Moxiao held Ye Qingyi's hand tightly, and shouted under the blinding golden light : "Uncle Master..."

Feng Yu flew higher and higher with the two of them, lighting up the dark and eerie magic palace like a ball of golden fire.

"Mo Xiao!" Su Mengsheng cried out sharply, "Mo Xiao!!"

Xuan Moxiao couldn't hear anything, his body seemed to have been torn open countless times, and his spiritual power surged uncontrollably towards Ye Qingyi in front of him, and he felt that his body was getting old and getting weaker. He became mediocre and weak, but he was not sad at all, he was just a little worried, if he really died this time, would Ye Qingyi be very sad after waking up.

How could he bear his sadness.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, forgive me for taking your memory away again."

With bitter tears in his eyes, he pressed his hand on the center of Ye Qingyi's eyebrows, and with the meager spiritual power he could still use, he erased all the memories about himself from Ye Qingyi's mind.

The golden feathers are like rain, and summer is finally here.

Summer goes and autumn comes again, and autumn comes and winter comes again. Everyone in the world says that no one can live through this severe winter.

Even Yuqiong Mountain, which has always been like spring all year round, is also very cold this year. For this reason, Hua Zichen made repeated orders not to let Ye Qingyi go down the mountain, and set up three or four barriers outside Yushu Peak, as long as it can generate heat All the treasures were sent to Yilan Pavilion.

Rong Lian took out a pill made by Eucommia ulmoides for Ye Qingyi before his death, and melted it into the warm tea. After thinking for a while, she took a few more sugar pills and put them into the cup.

He stepped into Yilanxuan nervously holding tea with bitter medicine and sugar pills in it, came to Ye Qingyi's side with a smile on his face, and put the tea bowl on the table.

"Master." Rong Lian said warmly, "The medicine is ready, drink it."

The immortal he was reclining on the warm couch in front of the window remained motionless.

Rong Lian couldn't help frowning, he stretched out his hand, wanting to shake Ye Qingyi's sleeve, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

His master has been awake for four months, but he still feels that Ye Qingyi is dead, or in other words, his soul has already drifted away somewhere else because he is here.

Rong Lian's heart was full of sore sorrow, he pressed the corner of his eyes lightly, and pretended to be relaxed: "Is Master tired? How about, Master go to rest for a while, and drink medicine after waking up."

"Master?"

"Master?"

His eyes vacantly looking out of the window trembled slightly.

He lowered his hands, and slowly turned his head to look at Rong Lian who was kneeling beside him, his eyes were indifferent as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Master..." Rong Lian was so depressed that she couldn't breathe, "Master, I'm Rong Lian, don't you remember me?"

Ye Qingyi blinked her eyes lightly, opened her mouth, and said slowly, "Lian'er, don't be afraid, Master recognizes you."

Rong Lian let out a long sigh of relief.

"Master scared the apprentice to death." Rong Lian put a fox fur cloak on Ye Qingyi, "Master, it's very cold under the window, what are you doing here?"

Ye Qingyi didn't know what he wanted to do by the window, but he wanted to stay here.

He wanted to keep looking out of the window, as if he could see someone just by looking at it.

He doesn't know what he is anymore. He seems to have experienced some things and forgotten some people. In his memory, there is a dark and magnificent palace, a little wolf, and a cemetery, but only one person is missing.

He faintly felt that those things and people he had forgotten were very important to him, but he couldn't remember anything.

Today, he is still sick and broken, he still likes to wear green and white clothes, he still likes orchids, but he can't see green light and bright red things for no reason. He only glanced at it, and the tears flowed down uncontrollably.

He didn't know why either.

He only knew that Su Mengsheng came to Yushu Peak that night and snatched away the Yuxiao that he always brought with him.

He had a big fight with Su Mengsheng, and insisted on snatching Yuxiao back. In fact, he didn't know how to play the flute, and vaguely knew that the owner of the flute was no longer himself, but he was inexplicably determined to keep the flute. By his side, because this flute was the only thing he saw when he woke up again.

"Lian'er, is your master Su not back yet?" Ye Qingyi asked abruptly.

Since the Qiankun Wall was broken, Su Mengsheng and Hua Zichen seldom returned to Yuqiong Mountain. They led the disciples of Yuqiong Mountain and other sects to fight against the Yaozu every day. Been fighting for nearly a year.

In the past year, the sky was almost always dark, and a thick smell of blood floated in the air. Whenever he walked to any place, he could see blood flowing into rivers and corpses everywhere.

Ye Qingyi only went down the mountain once, and after seeing those countless corpses, she was so horrified that she couldn't stand up.

After that time, Su Mengsheng and Hua Zichen didn't allow him to go down the mountain, but it was really boring for him to stay in Yuqiong Mountain. He wanted to go out for a walk and have a look. What about the ones you can't remember?

"If you go back to Master, Master Su and the sect leader are still helping people from various sects in the cultivation world, and I'm afraid they won't be able to return to Yuqiong Mountain in the near future." Rong Lian frowned and assured, "But master, don't worry, this disciple will take good care of Master. By your side, protect Master."

Ye Qingyi smiled faintly at Rong Lian.

He took out the jade flute from his sleeve and stroked it silently.

Rong Lian's eyes paused on Yuxiao.

"Master..." Rong Lian said very nervously, "Master, let's take a rest, how about leaving this flute to my apprentice?"

Ye Qingyi stroked the jade flute, feeling inexplicably calm in his heart. He asked Ronglian curiously: "Why do you all care about this jade flute so much? Is it possible that I was killed by this jade flute and lost my memory?" ?"

Rong Lian turned pale when asked by Ye Qingyi. In fact, every time Ye Qingyi asked Rong Lian about these things, Rong Lian would turn pale.

Sometimes he asked too many questions, and Rong Lian couldn't answer, she would run, cry, and beg him not to torture herself, thinking all over the place, but Ye Qingyi couldn't control herself, he was so bored, no If you find something to do and don't find someone to think about, you will go crazy.

"Master, don't ask, it's over, it's really over. As long as Master lives well and lives safely, it will be the greatest comfort for all those who care about Master."

Well, it's such ambiguous words again, okay... Ye Qingyi nodded, obediently drank the soup, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Seeing that he fell asleep obediently, Rong Lian relaxed with a tense expression all the time, silently packed the tea set, and backed out.

As soon as Rong Lian left, Ye Qingyi immediately opened her eyes and sat up.

Stuffy, really too stuffy.

Not only did he feel depressed staying at Yushu Peak, but his heart was even more depressed.

He felt like he had lost something very important and would go crazy if he didn't get it back.

Outside the window, the barriers covered by Hua Zichen exuded a colorful halo of light, Ye Qingyi pinched the formula with his fingertips, stared at the barriers for a while, and knew it in his mind.

He cast a spell and turned into a cloud of blue smoke, and escaped from Yuqiong Mountain without a sound.

As soon as he came out of Yuqiong Mountain, Ye Qingyi was immediately surrounded by a strong smell of blood.

Although it is unacceptable, the realm of self-cultivation has really been almost destroyed by the monster race.

If Su Mengze and others were still there, the situation might be better. However, many capable cultivators perished, and countless cultivators fell into the magic way and changed their magic skills. As a result, the situation in the cultivation world plummeted. I am struggling to support, I am afraid that there is no room for cultivators in this world.

Ye Qingyi flew as fast as a shadow. In fact, he didn't know where he was supposed to go. He fearlessly flew towards the place where the most evil and bloody smell was the strongest, but he was shocked to see There was a fight to the death.

Ye Qingyi calmly stopped behind a dark cloud, and cautiously looked at the shadows of swords and swords under the dark clouds. The ones who made the move were Taoist cultivators and demon cultivators. The demon cultivators were all extremely rampant, no matter they lost or won, They were all laughing wildly, and the monk's face was stern. Although he was in a mess, no one stepped back.

And it was Su Mengsheng who led a group of monks to the forefront.

He remembered everything that Su Mengsheng had experienced, but he couldn't remember who the person who stimulated him into this appearance was and what he looked like. Ye Qingyi had a faint feeling that that person already had a relationship with the one he couldn't figure out. They are closely related, or they are the same person, but Su Mengsheng never allows him to ask more, as long as he asks, Su Mengsheng will be angry and anxious, or rush out of Yuqiong Mountain to find monsters to vent his anger, or hug him , silently weeping, crying incessantly.

All in all very weird.

Ye Qingyi cast a small spell to trap all the monsters in the Liuhe Destroying Heart Array. The monsters caught in the array were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Su Mengsheng swung his long sword and easily took the lives of those monsters.

"It's the Liuhe Destroying Heart Formation." Su Mengsheng raised her head high, "Junior Brother Ye, is it you! Who made you run down from Yuqiong Mountain!"

Tsk, being discovered, Ye Qingyi hurried to run, but when he turned around, he was surprised to see a monster wolf twice the size of an ordinary adult wolf lying silently behind him, he stared at the monster wolf in a daze and said: "You What do you want to do?"

The demon wolf looked at him quietly with green eyes.

It's just a little goblin who can't transform into a human form, and it really can't pose any threat to Ye Qingyi. Ye Qingyi smiled coolly: "Good wolf, don't get in the way, if you don't leave, I will kill you."

The demon wolf immediately stood up when he heard it, walked gracefully to Ye Qingyi, and groaned aggrievedly.

Such a pitiful sound from such a big wolf is really a bit ridiculous, Ye Qingyi couldn't help laughing, the wolf heard it, felt more wronged, and arched Ye Qingyi's hand with its head, He seemed to want Ye Qingyi to touch it.

Ye Qingyi was stunned, he suddenly remembered that he once raised a little demon wolf.

"Is it you?" Ye Qingyi rubbed Little Demon Wolf's head excitedly, "Are you, are you..."

A kind name flashed through his mind, and Ye Qingyi blurted out: "Fu Zai!"

The demon wolf whined louder, put its head on Ye Qingyi, and barked wildly, as if it was coquettish or crying.

"Fuzai, is it really you?" Ye Qingyi stroked Fuzai's head, as if something exploded in his mind, he felt a sudden pain, he desperately tried to recall something, but his mind was empty, it was him No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't grasp those illusory memories that had been haunting him all this time.

"Fuzai, do you, do you know what happened to me?" Ye Qingyi blushed anxiously, "Can you tell me what happened in the past year!"

Fu Zai was taken aback, paused for a moment, grabbed Ye Qingyi's clothes corner, and led him to fly towards a bald mountain.

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