Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!

He took the wooden hairpin to bundle his hair, and stared at the wooden hairpin in a daze for a while.

Perhaps it was because of the jade hairpin that that idiot Ah Qing had saved up for a hundred spirit stones, but Di Qi never used it once.

The person in the mirror has cold eyes and detailed eyes, and his face is unparalleled, but it is a pity that he does not belong to him after all.

Ziqing already knew the answer in her heart, but she couldn't help but want to say it from that mouth.

Only when the blood is dripping, can it be remembered, and it can also be forgotten.

"I'll take you back to Ziguan Mansion." Diqi said.

"No need, I'll just go back by myself." Zi Qing said, "Emperor, take care."

After Ziqing finished speaking, she turned and left without looking at Di again.

Someone followed behind her all the time, Ziqing turned around suddenly, smiling like a flower: "If you follow again, I will regret it and pester you again."

The body of the person behind him froze, Ziqing turned and left, walked Xu Yuan and looked back, there was nothing behind him.

When Ziqing rode the gourd to the foot of Ziguanfu Mountain, he stopped suddenly and found a shady place to sit down.

Sitting cross-legged, concentrate the true energy between the clasped hands, and when the hands are separated, there will be a burst of light.

Ziqing watched the colorful lights gradually spread out before disappearing.

After waiting, Ziqing suddenly felt a little uneasy.

The spirit butterfly he released in the Ziguan mansion was for his master to pick him up. This was the last chance he gave himself. If the emperor insisted, he would follow his master back to the world of magic cultivation.

But after waiting for so long, Master did not show up.

Ziqing suddenly smelled a bloody smell, and Ziqing stepped back vigilantly, staring at a certain place.

A man in black staggered out, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

Ziqing stood up and took a look at the man in black: "Yunmu." This person has been with Master for many years, so Ziqing is naturally familiar with him.

When Yunmu saw Ziqing, he knelt on the ground: "Xuanzun!"

Ziqing quickly squatted down, trying to help him up, but unfortunately Yunmu was so injured that Ziqing couldn't help him at all: "What happened, where is Master?"

Yunmu's blood-stained face showed great sadness: "Master... the master has fallen."

Ziqing suddenly sat down on the ground, staring at Yunmu with wide eyes: "You are talking nonsense!"

"The master has been waiting for the holy man, but the holy man has not come. The master became suspicious and went back to the demon world... who knows... who knows... it was the work of the demon cultivator. Who is it? Master told you to stay in the Immortal Cultivation Realm first, don't go back..." After Yun Mu finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded away.

After a while, Yunmu died.

Ziqing glanced at him blankly, then sobbed in a low voice, seeming to be filled with great sadness.

When Xianzun found Ziqing, the man was huddled in a corner, covered in blood, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, like a frightened little animal, very pitiful.

Yu Meng walked over and wiped away the blood on his face bit by bit.

Immortal Venerable suddenly remembered the first time he saw Ziqing, his round face was pitifully stupid, but now, he was much thinner, his face was not as big as a slap of his own.

Yu Meng hugged Zi Qing and walked slowly up the mountain.

Ziqing huddled in his arms obediently, but she didn't know where her spirit drifted away.

It seemed that someone wiped his body for him, changed his clothes, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Ziqing lay on the bed blankly, many scenes flashed through her head.

Many years ago, when he was only a child, he was brought into that strange place.

"From now on you will be Xuanzun Ziqing." Someone said to him.

"This is your master, you must study hard in the future."

When the child raised his head, he saw an extremely ugly face. He was not afraid, but just stared at him curiously.

"Isn't Xuanzun afraid of me?" The man asked with a smile.

"What is there to be afraid of?" the child murmured, eliciting a burst of laughter from the man.

Normally, she was very fierce to him and forbade many things, but Ziqing became more and more friendly to him.Later, I also got old and made mistakes, but the man still couldn't get over the habit of spanking his ass.

After practicing for nearly a thousand years, it was inevitable that he would get injured, but that person took care of him non-stop, and he was closer than his parents.

Ziqing's eyes widened and were dry, but the tears had already been shed.

"Qing'er..."

Hearing the familiar voice, Ziqing got up quickly, only to see a piece of clothing passing by the door.

Ziqing got out of bed, barefooted, and chased after the hem of the clothes.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the person in front of him finally stopped. The person turned around, with a smile on his scarred face: "Qing'er!"

"Master!" Ziqing called out happily.

Ziyou opened her arms, and Ziqing rushed forward.

"You're still acting like a baby when you're too old!" The man patted Ziqing on the back and said dotingly.

"In front of you old guy, I'm still much younger." Zi Qing said seriously.

Zi You knocked him on the head: "In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, and you are so old."

"You are so old in a blink of an eye, even if you are so old, I will not despise you. Even if I despise you, it will not be too conspicuous." Zi Qing said.

Ziyou laughed out loud, Ziqing stared at him blankly.

Ziyou's complexion suddenly changed, and it was covered with a layer of black air, and Ziqing panicked instantly.

"Master..."

The black energy on Ziyou's body became heavier and heavier, and her body curled up into a ball in a strange posture.

"Qing'er, don't believe anyone." After Ziyou finished speaking, her figure disappeared.

Ziqing opened her eyes, only to find herself lying on the bed.

What happened just now seemed like a dream, but it was not a dream.

Ziqing lay on the bed for a long time before he let out a heavy breath.

Don't believe anyone...

Master, I will avenge you.

Ziqing's eyes turned cold, and she sneered.

Ziqing closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and fell asleep.

It was evening when Ziqing got up again, and the food on the table was still hot.

Ziqing picked up the rice and ate it mouthful.

"Don't call me if there's something delicious!" Yu Zhui came up, took a sip of the food and said.

Ziqing handed the half-eaten meal to Yu Zhui.

Yu Zhui quickly took a step back, looked at the food with contempt, and then gave him a half-smile: "Congratulations."

Ziqing felt a shudder behind him when he saw it: "I'm so terrified, how can there be a happy event?"

Yu Zhui laughed out loud, and gave him a meaningful look: "Be prepared." After speaking, he laughed and left.

That laughter was very weird, maybe there are people in this world who don't want to marry the immortal than himself.

And this is not necessarily a bad thing for him.

September fifteenth.

Ziqing opened her eyes, and there was one more person in the room.

Holding the red robe in her hand, Lingxi stood at the door, seeing that Zi was awake, she said softly, "My lord is awake."

Ziqing rubbed his eyes, then got up and let Lingxi tie his hair and dress him.

Ziqing looked at herself in the mirror, the fat man in the past had disappeared, but she didn't look like her before, only her eyebrows and eyes were a little similar, but she was a little thinner than her original appearance.

The sharp chin, pitch-black eyes, and delicate brows make her look more feminine.

But after putting on a red robe, he seemed to be a different person.

"My lord, it's time, let me help you out." Lingxi said respectfully.

Zi Qing nodded and walked outside.

There were not many people in Ziguan Mansion, and this time only the four elders and the people around them came to watch the ceremony.

Ziqing followed Lingxi into the wedding hall without looking sideways. The immortal was also dressed in a red robe, which made him very handsome.

The emperor sat in the first place, but Ziqing seemed not to see him, he took the arm of the immortal, and glanced at the guests on both sides from the corner of his eyes.

Sitting next to Di Qi was a delicate and lovely woman who looked only twenty or eight years old, and there was an innocent romance in her brows.But there is probably only one woman who can sit in this wedding hall, and that is Elder Miaoyin.

"What's the name of this little guy?" Miao Yin approached Di Qi and asked.

But Di Qi seemed to be in a daze, his eyes were fixed on the people in the wedding hall, on the clasped arms, as if trying to restrain himself.

Seeing that he didn't react much, Miao Yin looked at Yu Zhui who was beside him with a strange smile, then passed him and looked at Yan Taki.

"Ah Qing." Yan Long began to be dishonest again, "I was Di Qi's personal attendant before, Di Qi is so happy that he didn't hear your words?" As he spoke, his eyes swept over Di Qi.

"It has a good appearance." Miao Yin said, and then added, "The temperament is very good."

"Sister Miaoyin, this is a person of the Immortal Venerable, don't have any unreasonable thoughts." Yan Long said with a straight face.

Yu Zhui, who was sitting between the two of them, snorted coldly, stood up suddenly, and walked outside.

The immortal in the center of the Xitang cast a glance at the departing person, pursed his lips tightly, revealing a sense of displeasure.

Yan Long moved closer to Miao Yin, and said softly, "Is this jealous?"

Miaoyin glared at him: "Don't gloat." After speaking, she sat up straight.

To become a Taoist couple is to form a bond with blood, and if one party is unfaithful, it means exploding to death.

On the table in the middle is a fist-sized bowl. This is not an ordinary bowl, but a magic weapon.

What is contained in the bowl is not clear water, but life-binding water with spiritual power. After getting married, they will become one body, prosper and prosper together, and die together.

The Immortal Venerable took the knife, cut a hole in his hand, and dropped a drop of blood into the water, and the water glowed red.The Immortal Venerable handed the knife to Ziqing, Ziqing took it, and suddenly glanced at Diqi: "Why don't the real people help me."

Di Qi sat there with a layer of ice on his face, motionless, as if he didn't hear anything.

Ziqing blinked and looked at him.

The two of them were in a stalemate like this, waiting for the red light