Things like luck are mysterious and unreasonable.

Yin Miaomiao had known for a long time that his luck was never good, so he calmed down after a little depressed. After all, the corpse demon was dead, and the goal was enough.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and all the old and new injuries began to behave, with chest tightness and dizziness and discomfort.

Bai Yishen asked: "Where are you going, I'll give you a ride."

"Go back to the world." She asked, "Where are you?"

He said, "I should report it."

"Since that's the case, leave hell first. It's really uncomfortable here." Yin Miaomiao stood up, "Don't rush to leave, I have something to say."

Bai Yishen nodded, helped her and took her out of the Ice Hell.

When you go out, Taozhishan is the territory of Gui Xiu. The territory of Gui Xiu is much more lively than that of the underworld, and there is even a Tealiao Inn. However, it is not convenient for them to live in, so they found a place to rest nearby.

Bai Yishen asked: "Do you have something to ask me to pass it back to the sect?"

"That's right." She found a flat place to rely on it, took out the pills and took it. Her eyes looked over and said slowly, "Liansheng, I'm very tired. Tell him the whole story."

Bai Yishen's expression changed slightly.

It shrank to the size of a hairpin, inserted obliquely into the crystal lotus in the hair bun, and a familiar and unfamiliar voice floated out lazily: "I know how to call me."

"Go quickly." She laughed, "I'll heal my wounds, you guys go away and don't disturb me."

"Ph." The red-clothed weapon spirit walked out of the flower flame and spat, "Be careful to be taken away by the wolf."

Yin Miaomiao pretended not to hear it and set up a barrier to show that he really wanted to heal his wounds quietly.

Even though Liansheng scolded him, he was reluctant to disturb him. He turned his head and walked away: "Don't pay attention to her, let's talk."

Bai Yishen's pupils became deeper, and a crystal light flashed away. He said softly, "Okay" and walked away with him.

The wind blows through my ears, and old friends meet.

Liansheng looked at him for a while, and smiled: "It's great, I didn't lose to her."

"How are you?" Bai Yishen saw him the last time he came to Mojian Peak to find someone. At that time, he picked him up and down, not as if he was saying goodbye at all. So it would take him a long time to find out,

Back then, he had already had the determination to sacrifice himself.

Why? Bai Yishen wanted to ask countless times, but he really saw someone but couldn't speak.

I had to ask "Is it OK?"

But if you have made a spirit of the weapon and lose yourself, how can you be considered good?

Liansheng had such exquisite thoughts. He saw what he had not said at a glance and smiled and said, "I know what you are thinking. You are thinking the same. How can you be a human being as a spirit?"

Bai Yishen cannot deny it.

"But I think it's better now." Liansheng's beautiful eyes circulate, "I am no longer in it if people have birth, old age, sickness and death. If I have good luck, maybe you all die and I am still fine."

This is true. The immortal weapon is not destroyed, and the spirit of the weapon is not destroyed.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liansheng stopped for a while and said slowly: "I used to think that I would be a monk as well. I don't have to wait for others, just follow me. But after reading it for hundreds of years, the monk thought.

It's different from me at all, please ask for a word."

Bai Yishen knew who he was talking about, so listen quietly.

"So, it's better to do this." He looked as charming as silk and his charming as before. "Although he is controlled by others, he is the one who chooses it himself, so let's do it."

He was so disgusted with his words, but Bai Yishen couldn't hear the sweetness. He wanted to say something, but he held it back.

Liansheng smiled again: "Why, I want to tell me that I am dead, newcomers one by one, are you wronged for me?"

Bai Yishen sighed and agreed.

"I'm dead, she's alive." Liansheng had no resentment. The monk's life span was long. It was enough to live a deep affection. It was too embarrassing to be guarded by others when they died. There was no need for them to stay. Since they were alive,

I have to look forward, so I said, "I hope someone can look at her well. Look, now that I'm going to be like this, I'm angry."

This complaint was sincere and Bai Yi was silent.

Lian Sheng cursed hatred, calmed down, and said, "In the past, I hoped that she would be with her when she was injured and tired, and now she would get what she wished. You monks each have their own way, who can

Like me, I am content."

"Take it seriously?" Bai Yishen asked.

"Why, you snatch me away and spend time with you?" Liansheng glanced at him, "No, I'm not as interested in men as women."

Bai Yishen was not fooled, so he asked to the end: "I just want to know if you are good."

This man has a stubborn temper for a hundred years. Liansheng is angry and funny. However, after all, he is the only person who thinks of him, and he softens his tone: "There is no perfect thing in the world. Only with giving up can you gain. What's more, what's more.

, I know in my heart how much friendship she treats me, enough."

Bai Yishen said nothing and stared at him for a long time. After a long time, he smiled slightly: "Then I will feel relieved."

"Which family wants you to fuck you?" Lian Sheng snorted lightly, turned his head, but still admired his charming eyes, the corners of his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips.

Yin Miaomiao meditated for two years before she saw the old friend coming back slowly. She cleaned up the corpse demon and was in a good mood. She joked: "Are you a little disappointed? Why didn't I be taken away by the wolf?"

"Hehe." Liansheng pursed the corners of his lips and said leisurely, "It seems that his heart is as strong as a man, so he doesn't want you."

Yin Miaomiao was stunned and then smiled and sighed: "I admit defeat, but I can't tell you, the glass man with a heart."

Lian Sheng's eyes slanted, and his anger was like seductive candy, sweetened to his heart. Bai Yishen watched from the side, and finally let go of his worries - maybe he didn't love enough, but he was pity enough.

Death is not the end, some have just begun.

"It's time for me to go back." He said, "I will tell the leader about the Yinji Huangquan in time."

They are all old acquaintances, so there is no need to be too polite. Yin Miaomiao said, "That's great. You go to Lingxu Pavilion for me and ask them to arrange a few disciples to go to Mozhou for training. I'm very injured this time and I have to take care of myself.

Let's go some days."

"good."

Each has its own important things and has no time to talk about the past, so the two of them say goodbye.

Yin Miaomiao's pass token has not expired yet. With the help of it, he returned to the world again and was still in the small courtyard of Qiuzhou Golden Terrace.

It was afternoon, the sun was shining and the fragrance of flowers was swaying.

She was about to wash up and go to bed to rest, but she couldn't help but wonder. This place was a quiet place she specially chose. It was in the deep alleys, and it was always quiet during the day, so why was it so lively outside?

The spiritual sense swept over and suddenly became stunned.

Qiuzhou is a lush forest, with a density comparable to that of tropical rainforests. Therefore, the city is not built on flat ground, but on countless trees of heights.

The alley where she is located is actually a group of tree houses built by huge trees.

At this moment, on the tree canopy platform at the entrance of her yard, a familiar person was buying things. And it was the old lady, the little girl was carrying a basket herself, you were next to me and I was next to you, and he was selling alone around him.

.

"Zhenren Ye, look at my Hanbicao?"

"Zhengren Ye, my pear blossom slices are passed down from my family, and it has been more than 300 years."

"Zhenren Ye..."

"Zhenren Ye..."

she:"……"

When did Ye Zhou run to her door? He looked like he was opening a market, which was so noisy.

Yin Miaomiao was very upset. She took off her coat and was too lazy to wash. She turned around and leaned on the couch and fell asleep. As soon as the barrier of the tent closed, the sound outside could not be heard.

Within a moment, she fell asleep.

A dream lasted for most of the day. When I woke up again, it was already the moon that was going up to the west building.

The lights outside were brightly lit, and it was the time when the night market opened. She got up lazy, washed and changed clothes, and the night breeze was cool, so she went to the terrace to comb her hair.

There are many stalls underneath, including those who paint sugar, those who cook tea soup, those who cook animal meat, and those who make wontons. The fresh aroma of the food disperses, which has a lot of fireworks smell than the paradise during the day.

More touching.

She took out a few spirit stones and threw them into the small basket on the terrace, fell straight down, and landed next to the wonton stall: "I want a bowl of shrimp."

The tree houses in Qiuzhou are staggered in height and are inconvenient to walk. They are often hung up and down with bamboo baskets. Everyone is used to it. The old man who sells wontons said "ah" and his hands and feet were quickly wrapped.

The little girl at the tea soup stall next to her looked up and saw that she was a beautiful and highly cultivated female cultivator. She immediately promoted her: "Fairy, should you try the water pear soup? It has the effect of nourishing the skin."

"Okay." She threw down the spirit stone again, ding ding dong dong.

The customer who bought it without asking the price was liked by everyone. Every stall came over. One said that the sugar man was the honey of a ten-year-old bee with abundant spiritual power, sweet but not greasy. The other said that the ice cheese in his home is a local specialty

, Must try.

There were so many people and the noise here quickly attracted Ye Zhou's attention.

He looked up and saw that on the terrace of the tree house on the high place, the man who was dreaming of was wearing only a plain white gauze bedcloth, leaning slanted against the railing, slowly lying with his drooping black hair. The stars shone brightly and the moon shone brightly.

The face made her look like a jade carving, with endless hazy and beautiful beauty.

"Senior Sister..." He stared at her in a daze, picked up the medicine basket in his hand and left.
To be continued...