"In your home, in this small courtyard, don't forget, there is an old friend of yours here."

"Pindao will come to see you often, don't forget Pindao~"

Speaking of this, Wei Yi's voice became quieter and quieter, and the small courtyard seemed to become a little quieter.

finally.

Lao Wang in front of him seemed to understand some wish in his heart, and finally slowly closed his eyes:

"It's complete, it's complete~"

"I feel no guilt in this life, Taoist Master. We have no other guilt in this life, except for a few ladies."

"Now that we are gone, you must be well, must live forever, and enjoy eternal life...ah..."

At the end of the sentence, the last trace of strength in Lao Wang's body was slowly exhausted.

The fire of God burns out.

At this time, even though his body was full of vitality, he was just a useless body.

Because he is really dead.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi couldn't help but tighten his hand slightly as he held the tea cup.

A tea cup originally made of purple sand was crushed into powder by him and slowly dissipated in the air.

…

In fact, because of his subconscious mental fluctuations, the entire land within a hundred miles of the palace was covered with a slight frost.

It looks very magical.

It also seems very desolate.

Originally, he came back because he wanted to relax physically and mentally. Originally, he wanted to come and meet old friends.

But now, my old friend is gone after all. It’s not that he doesn’t live long enough, but he really wants to leave.

Thinking of this, Wei Yi slowly raised his head, looking at the clear sky, his mood seemed to become a little unhappy:

"Why no frost?"

The moment his words fell.

Snowflakes seemed to be floating in the originally clear and cloudless sky.

Snowflakes are as big as goose feathers.

It just fell from the sky abruptly, and fell to the ground covered with layers of ice blankets.

The frost in June is a memorial to an old friend.

"Now that you're gone, how can Pindao still have any friends in this huge Wang family?"

"This is your home. When you were here, it was Pindao's home. But when you leave, Pindao is homeless."

Wei Yi's heart was very blocked.

He still remembered how this old friend, whom he jokingly called the head of Novice Village, took care of him.

Every moment the two of them talked, the appearance seemed to flash through his mind.

Lao Wang was the first person he came into this world to be a real friend, and the person who really gave him a place to live.

As long as Lao Wang stays in this palace for a day, this huge palace will never fortify him.

but now.

Lao Wang has fulfilled his wish in this life.

The palace, which Wei Yi still felt was very warm before, seemed to have become much lonelier at this moment.

"Alas~"

A long sigh.

Under the falling snow, a Taoist priest wearing a pale blue robe stood quietly in the snow.

Let the snowflakes fall, let his whole body turn into the color of wind and frost.

This sudden heavy snow changed the color of the entire Pingyang City. The city that was originally crowded with people suddenly became much empty.

Colorful flowers and lush green trees are all dyed with a layer of white.

finally.

It snowed heavily all morning.

After receiving the news, Wang Ziyi walked anxiously from his study to the small courtyard.

Snowflakes are layer upon layer.

It seemed to reflect everyone's mood.

Although he is over seventy years old, thanks to his practice, he only looks like he is in his thirties or forties at this moment.

He looks younger than Lao Wang.

However, those eyes full of experience can make people recognize his true age.

"Father, father!"

He walked into the small courtyard with an anxious look on his face.

And the first thing he saw after entering the small courtyard was a figure that was already like a snowman, standing upright in the courtyard.

And as he entered the courtyard.

The snowman-like figure that had been polished by the wind and frost gently twitched its body.

next moment.

All the wind and snow clinging to his body turned into clouds of smoke all over the sky.

When the wind and snow cleared, the big blue figure was still so majestic and fairy-like.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ziyi's eyes that had experienced the vicissitudes of the world couldn't help but shrink severely:

"Are you... Taoist Master Xuanxuanzi?"

After recognizing it, Wang Ziyi quickly saluted Wei Yi:

"Junior Wang Ziyi has met the Taoist priest."

"My father has given instructions to this junior before..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Wei Yi interrupted him:

"Go and see your father."

Wei Yi's voice seemed a little sad:

"Your father is gone now, and you should send him off properly."

"Immodest people shouldn't come here."

"If you don't come, maybe you can keep your spirits up, and maybe you can wait until Pindao comes again before leaving."

"It's time for Pindao to leave. Don't forget to arrange your father's funeral properly."

"Place a stick of incense on behalf of the poor..."

At the end of the sentence, Wei Yi couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then slowly walked out of the small courtyard.

After Lao Wang left, he no longer had the last scruples in his heart.
Chapter completed!