When Nangong Qi saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't believe that this dead person could be resurrected again.
Han Ziyue wiped away the tears from her eyes, then stood up and said, "Dean Nangong, please promise me something..."
"Please say!"
"Please don't tell him about tonight."
"Why?"
Han Ziyue said quietly:
"The Nirvana Fire Lotus is a sacred object of our clan, passed down by the blood of the chosen ones from generation to generation. Once the Nirvana Fire Lotus leaves, the host's life will be at risk."
"I don't know what consequences I will bear, but no matter what the consequences are, I am willing to do so. However, I don't want him to feel sad about it. This is what I owe him..."
Nangong Qi was originally a person who valued love and justice. At this moment, he didn't know what to say and could only nod towards her.
Han Ziyue saluted him and said: "You are a good master, please help me take good care of him. From now on, thousands of rivers, thousands of mountains, blue falls and yellow springs, if we don't see each other again, I'm leaving!"
After Han Ziyue finished speaking, her purple shadow resolutely disappeared into the heavy rain. The purple shadow jumped onto the roof and rode away on the monster mount.
The glazed tiles were covered with ripples caused by the heavy rain. The sound of the rain became louder and louder, seeming to vent all the sorrow and parting in the world.
A bolt of thunder fell, making a rumbling sound.
Ye Zhenfeng inside the house suddenly shouted: "Ziyue——"
… …
One month later.
When Ye Zhenfeng finally woke up a month later, his whole body seemed to have been put back together again.
Touching his forehead and between his eyebrows, there was no longer the soul he was proud of, the genius he once was, the arrogant sweetheart, but this would be the case in his life. He felt like he had truly become a useless person.
The early morning light fell gently on the round table. He just sat on the couch in a daze, motionless.
"Zhenfeng, you're awake!" Nangong Qi walked in with a medicinal soup. Thanks to his careful care for more than a month, he recovered so quickly.
He put the medicine bowl aside, then sat aside, watching him look down at the Blood Shadow Needle in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Ye Zhenfeng said: "Dean Nangong...Ziyue..."
Nangong Qi said: "She's gone, forget Ziyue! She is a witch from all over the world, and you are not on the same journey. I think you will never see her again in this life."
After Nangong Qi finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel melancholy. Nirvana Fire Lotus left Han Ziyue. At this moment, I'm afraid she is already dead...
He was affectionate to her, and she was righteous to him. In this life, she finally lived up to her righteousness.
Time is the best healing medicine, and all pain will be slowly healed by time.
maybe……
Ye Zhenfeng gently turned the blood shadow needle in his hand and said softly: "I always feel that she has been here before when I was in coma..."
Seeing the tears gently falling from the corners of his eyes, Nangong Qi reached out and rubbed his head gently, then turned and left.
Perhaps for Ye Zhenfeng, the only thing he needs is to be alone and quiet.
In the evening, Chu Mubai and Lan Zuiwu took Ye Zhenfeng for a walk by Xuanwu Lake.
Looking at the students practicing in the distance, Ye Zhenfeng sighed: "Mubai, I can never practice martial arts again in this life..."
Chu Mubai said: "Zhenfeng, don't give up on yourself. Dean Nangong has been thinking of a way. Perhaps, we can find a way to rebuild the soul sky!"
Ye Zhenfeng shook his head and said: "You don't need to comfort me. Once the Yuan Hai is broken, it will be difficult to recast it, let alone this illusory Soul Heaven?"
Lan Zuiwu said: "Brother Ye, even if you have no soul and cannot practice, we will always be by your side and protect you!"
Ye Zhenfeng gently stroked Lan Zuiwu's head, looking at her big eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little comfort.
She has always been a lively and cheerful girl, but because of his incident, she has become sad, and he still hopes to see her always carefree and happy.
At this moment, the burnt bean buns in the distance were running towards Ye Zhenfeng, with the bean cakes following behind him.
Jiao Doubao asked breathlessly: "Zhenfeng, are you feeling better today?"
Ye Zhenfeng said: "Doubao, my injury is almost healed, you don't have to worry!"
Jiao Doubao nodded, but hesitated to speak. He knew that the pain in Ye Zhenfeng's heart could not be shared with Ye Zhenfeng at this moment, so he could only try to avoid touching it.
"Who do I think I am? It turns out to be the little cripple from the Ye family! Hahaha, this time Hun Tian was destroyed, and he has finally become a complete cripple!" The person who spoke was Lao Shou.
Ye Li thought to himself: "Ye Zhenfeng, you colluded with the enchantress of the Four Seas, and designed to steal the God-Slaying Slash, but you still have the nerve to stay in Da Yang Mansion!"
Ye Aotian said: "I don't understand. Dean Gong Bingyan who was involved in this matter was kicked out of Da Yang Mansion. How can you stay in Da Yang Mansion after you did such a thing?"
Shangguan Hong and Shangguan Yi from the opposite side also walked over, looking like they were just joining in the fun and not having too much to do.
Shangguan Hong sneered and said, "Hahaha! It seems that Ye Zhenfeng is really annoying. Even the people in his Ye family hate him."
Shangguan Yi stepped forward and said sarcastically: "Who made him so arrogant before? As the saying goes, the higher he flies, the deeper he falls. Now he is like a dead dog crawling in the mud, unable to even stand up. Come on!"
Lan Zuiwu clenched his fist and stepped forward, saying angrily: "Shangguan Yi, what are you talking about?"
Jiaodoubao stepped forward and said: "Don't mess around here, get out of here!"
Shangguan Yi stepped forward, pushed Jiaodoubao away, and said with a sneer: "What? Jiaodoubao, do you want to stand up for Ye Zhenfeng?"
Shangguan Hong sneered and said, "Humph! Just rely on him!"
"You bastards..." At this moment, Chu Mubai, who was standing next to Ye Zhenfeng, was already ignited with unicorn flames and flew towards Shangguan Yi.
At the same time, Ye Aotian and others had also joined the battle, and Jiao Doubao and Lan Zuiwu also rushed forward.
Chu Mubai has always been calm, but now he can't stand it anymore, which shows how hateful these people are!
Ye Zhenfeng looked at the people huddled together, and his heart was full of bitterness. His friends were fighting for him, and he had become a burden to them. Was he going to live like this for the rest of his life? Rather than doing this, it would be better to die cleanly.
"That's enough—stop—" he roared and charged into the crowd.
Ye Aotian saw the situation and kicked him hard. He was instantly kicked away like cotton and had no ability to resist.
Chu Mubai hurriedly stepped forward and supported him. Ye Zhenfeng looked at his injured face, reached out and grabbed his hand, lowered his head and said: "Mubai... let's go..."
At this moment, Su Yu had already arrived with the escort team and persuaded everyone to disperse. He looked at the injured Ye Zhenfeng, then looked at Shangguan Yi and Ye Aotian, and angrily shouted: "You are so shameless!"
Shangguan Hong stepped forward and said: "Deacon Su, is Da Yang Mansion doing things unfairly? Why don't you exonerate Da Ye Zhen Feng? He is also involved in stealing the God of Slaughter!"
Ye Lixin also nodded and said: "That's right! Even Dean Gong Bingyan of Suixingyuan was fired, why not fire Da Ye Zhenfeng?"
Su Yu felt angry in his heart. His former rivals did not hesitate to join forces, just to bully a scarred man with no sympathy at all.
Su Yu looked at them with angry eyes and said sullenly: "Are you going to teach the Ministry of Internal Affairs how to do things?"
Su Yu's deep eyes revealed a frightening murderous intent. Upon seeing this, both parties dispersed and left.
Chu Mubai said: "Deacon Su, thank you!"
Su Yu looked at the weak Ye Zhenfeng, and then said to Chu Mubai, "Take him back to rest!"
"yes."
Back at Chenxingyuan, I heard Zuo Sima talking to Nangong Qi from afar.
Zuo Sima said: "I really don't understand what Elder Lan thinks? Why do you insist on punishing Gong Bingyan severely? And Xiaofeng's matter..."
Nangong Qi said: "The theft of the God-Slaying Sword is not as simple as it seems. I heard that there are more serious things behind this incident, which is why Elder Lan fired Gong Bingyan."
"What exactly happened?"
"It seems to be related to the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord..."
"Moon Worshiping Demon Lord? This...isn't this the powerful demon god from the prehistoric era? How could he be related to the theft of the God-Slaying Sword?"
"Back then, Youhuang fought with the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord, shattering his body and trapping the Demon Lord's soul in Youhuang's soul. And it is said that the Demon Lord's soul was suppressed in Xiantian Pavilion... this time After opening the ancient seal, the soul of the Emperor You was shattered, and the soul of the demon king escaped, so the matter is not simple."
"Is it the same force that stole the God-Slaying Slash and released the Demon Lord's soul?"
"I don't know, but if Zhenfeng is really involved, it's really..."
"No wonder things are so complicated... But I can guarantee that Xiaofeng is just implicated. He has absolutely nothing to do with the demons..."
"Of course I understand this."
"By the way, Xiaoqi, you have traveled far and wide. Is there really no way to help Xiaofeng rebuild the Soul Sky?"
"I have been reading advanced medical books in the Xuanguang Library these days, and have discussed with the alchemy shop many times. However, whether it is Yuan Hai or Hun Tian, there has been no method of recasting since ancient times. Zuo Sima, there is nothing I can do..."
"Xiao Qi, Xiao Feng has worked so hard to reach this point. He is an extraordinary genius. We can't just watch him become useless..."
"Zuo Sima, I know you care about Xiaofeng. Let's slowly find a way, maybe we can find it..."
"Creak-" The door was pushed open by Ye Zhenfeng.
Ye Zhenfeng said: "Uncle Zuo, Dean Nangong, I understand my situation myself. You... don't have to worry about me anymore. Even if I can't cast the soul... Even if I don't have martial arts, it doesn't matter. I can still live. Going down..."
Zuo Sima knew that if someone like Ye Zhenfeng could no longer practice cultivation in this life, life would be worse than death for him, but he still gave comfort to others.
Zuo Sima nodded and said: "That's right! There is no end to the number one scholar. Xiaofeng, Uncle Zuo supports you, everyone supports you, you can't give up on yourself."
Ye Zhenfeng nodded, and then said: "Dean Nangong, Uncle Zuo... I'm a little tired and want to go back to my room to rest..."
Nangong Qi nodded gently, and then watched him leave.
