Cheng He's implication is already very obvious. He wants to treat Qinghuan as the Liangxue of the past. Qinghuan with pure Yin body is more suitable for the sacrifice than Liangxue. Even if the final result is failure, they can still use this woman with pure Yin body as a furnace for cultivation.

Old man Lang grinned: "Cheng He, your dog bastard!"

"Hmph! When I was betrayed and left the sect, I was no longer a brother with you. I kindly called you a few senior brothers. Do you really think you are my senior brother?" Cheng He sneered. "Tianshu, kill all these people!"

"I asked you to run away fifteen years ago. This time, you can't run away." Cheng Tianshu smiled slightly. His handsome and gentle face was heart-warming, but it was hard to imagine that under such a beautiful appearance, he was a terrible black heart.

Qinghuan lay on the ground for a long time before he recovered. This body belongs to her, not hers, but after all, she has lived in this world for fifteen years, and her body has been integrated into this world, and it is uncomfortable to suffer from some skin trauma.

"When Master was still here, he always said that I was not as good as you, that this method was so powerful, that you were so smart, that you were a hundred times better than me, but, Old Man Lang, look, is it that I am powerful now, or are you powerful?" Cheng He sneered and mocked Old Man Lang. "After all, you are my defeated general! Don't worry, I will kill your disciple first, keep you, and let you see with your own eyes how the disciples died one by one, so that you can remember it a little deeper!"

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded, the laughter was soft and pleasant, with pure happiness.

It's Qinghuan.

She supported the ground with her hands, slowly got up from the ground and looked at Cheng He, and said, "Hey, you really made me angry."

The smile on his face was still so gentle when he said this.

Cheng He suddenly felt a huge pressure. He knelt on the ground and gasped, staring at the girl in front of him in disbelief. What's going on?! How could this happen?!

Qing Huan stepped forward, helped Old Man Lang up from the ground, took out the pill made by the eldest brother and stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Master, look, I will use the ability you taught me to clean up the portal."

"The little girl is young and has a very good tone!" When did Cheng He suffer such an insult, he was immediately angry. He felt that the terrible pressure disappeared in an instant, which might just be his illusion.

Qing Huan smiled and said nothing. She glanced at the three senior brothers and began to draw talismans quickly.

He still used blood, but it was Qinghuan's most serious, focused and pious time.

Cheng He was afraid that he didn't take Qing Huan seriously at all, so he would never know why he failed.

He is dead.

Just as the yellow talisman turned into a sharp blade and pierced his chest, Cheng He looked down at his chest, stared at Qinghuan with an incredible look, and then fell backwards, with a bang, making a dull sound. This demonic Taoist who had been arrogant all his life and had killed countless innocent people died like this.

After that, Qinghuan felt that she had used all her strength, and she became soft and fell to the ground with a thud. The eldest brother crawled over and hugged her in his arms, tears falling like rain. "Master."

Old Man Lang knew what he wanted to say, so he looked at Cheng Tianshu. The other party stood on the spot because of Cheng He's sudden death. Old Man Lang didn't want to do it, so the second senior brother took this opportunity to take Cheng Tianshu's head. His body without a head fell to the ground, dying with his eyes closed.

The five masters and apprentices slept in the valley for three days and three nights. When Qinghuan woke up, she was already on the back of her second senior brother. "Senior brother..."

"Hmm?" the second senior brother replied. "Are you awake? We will soon reach the foot of the mountain. Then, I will buy you delicious food."

The third senior brother was rare and said with a smile: "Fifteen years ago, we picked up Huanmei when we were going down the mountain."

Fifteen years later, they went down the mountain together. This time, there was no extra money and no one was missing. Everything was perfect. But it would be even better if Liangxue was there too.

Qinghuan, who was lying on the back of the second senior brother, smiled slightly and closed his eyes again.

This may be the most down-and-out but warmest life she lived. Qinghuan, who returned to Naihe Bridge, thought so. In the next few decades, she had been following her master and senior brothers to kill demons and eliminate demons and practice the way for heaven. They borrowed their life span and lived for a few years. Qinghuan did not force it. Although she could, it was not her original intention.

Even if you stay, you will have to leave sooner or later. If that is the case, it is better to let everything go. Therefore, even after the death of the senior brothers, Qinghuan will still stay in that world and make a home for the world. There is a folk legend that if a demon is born, there will be a beautiful Taoist nun wearing a Taoist robe and an umbrella in her hand. She will help you, just like God sent it.

Before leaving, the female ghost Liang Xue bowed to Qing Huanying. Qing Huan said nothing, but just watched her leave.

Mo Ze felt that the master was different when he came back this time, but he didn't dare to ask. He occasionally glanced at the master's confused look. Mo Ze felt that he could not understand what the master was thinking. Even with a human body, he was still a system in his bones, and he didn't understand the seven emotions and six desires.

In fact, what Qinghuan knew was that she was so powerful that she had chosen any world to see. But she had never, because she felt that it was all the past, and the past was gone, what's the point of caring about it? It would be better to let go simply and let it go. In that case, you might get a better present.

But at this moment...

She closed her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in an elegant room. There were very few things in the room, but they were clean and neat, with books on the bookshelf piles. The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine and a man's cough. But the cough was very light, and it seemed that I could no longer hear it.

Qinghuan stood beside the bed. She could see the person on the bed, but the person could not see her.

who is he?

When she was alive, she was deeply attached to the person who loved him, gave everything for him, and ended up in a heartbreak.

She saw it all. After seeing her death, he snatched her body away, saw him talking to her body every day, dressing, bathing and feeding her... But she was dead, and could not give any response. He also married her tablet, and since then, he has never married her for life. Now, he is finally old.

It's old enough to die.

Qinghuan stretched out his hand and slowly touched the man's face. He was no longer as handsome as a young man. He was wrinkled and gray-haired, and he kept calling her name in his mouth.

"Why don't you let go?" Qing Huan asked.

The man didn't hear it, he couldn't see her, but in the hazy vagueness, he seemed to vaguely see the girl who pulled the corner of his clothes and called him Brother Jing. She was so gentle, shy, brave and strong. She had been living in his memory, but now she was dying, regret still flowed like a tide.

He was the most powerful minister in his life, calling for the wind and rain, but he lost the person he loved the most. From then on, he was alone and no one to accompany him to add fragrance.

"Qinghuan...Qinghuan...Qinghuan..."

Qinghuan no longer touched this person. When she loved him, she really loved him. She was broken by him and stopped loving him. Now that she saw this person again, she finally had enough courage to tell herself and also told him to let go and stop being persistent. All this has passed.

Everything that has passed will never come again.

The old man on the bed gradually became breathing rapidly. He opened his eyes and stretched out his hands, as if he had seen a beautiful girl again. But this time, she did not call him Brother Jing sweetly, nor looked at him with tears in his eyes, nor did she call him Lord Jing with a heart of death.

Still so beautiful, but tough and calm. She said: "The underworld is blue and blue, and we will never meet each other."

Yes, we will never meet each other.

Qinghuan left and never stayed again.

She didn't see that after she left, another faint, almost transparent shadow also stood beside the bed, looking at the dead old man on the bed.

If Qinghuan turned around, she would find that the person's face was so familiar.

The red flowers on Naihe Bridge were even more prosperous. Qinghuan sat in front of the big pot and slowly stirred the hot soup with an iron spoon. Look, there are always ghosts coming here and ghosts walking, and they will never stop. Naihe Bridge does not stop for any stop, does not solve any doubts for anyone, will never disappear, and will never look back. Without the past and the future, there is only the present.

Mo Ze felt that the master seemed to be in a better mood, so he came over and rubbed Qinghuan's legs and acted coquettishly. This time he was worried that the master was still unhappy, so he called Ji Guang and Xiao Hei over. The three little things were all around Qinghuan. The intimacy, this time she didn't bring anyone alone, which seemed to really make them feel uneasy.

Qinghuan touched Mo Ze's head. This little guy will always be like this. He will not grow up or age. As long as she exists, he will exist. He is the person who can stay by her side forever.

"Go and have fun."

"Don't the master play with me?" Mo Ze raised his little head and stared at Qinghuan, asking while watching. "Even if he didn't watch, the soup would not spill out, and the heat would not go wrong."

"Mo Ze, check it..." Qing Huan was halfway through, "Forget it."

Mo Ze didn't understand what was wrong with the master, what did he ask him to check?

Qinghuan didn't say anything anymore, sat there quietly, still slowly stirring the soup. After a while, he suddenly smiled slightly, and in an instant, it seemed as if the whole world had become softer.

Such open-mindedness and peace. Mo Ze couldn't tell the feeling in his heart, but he knew that the master was still the original master, no, maybe even stronger than before. What happened? In that world he hadn't been to? Where did the master just go?
Chapter completed!