So for him, would death be better than living? At least he was relieved?
Thinking of this, Ye Zhenfeng felt even more painful inside.
Grief was like an undertow, sweeping over his heart again and again, making him extremely sad.
Han Ziyue, who was watching from the side, could only feel a sadness in her heart, but she was unable to share her worries with her. Maybe she had to let him get drunk in order to suspend the intense sadness. .
"Mubai - drink! Drink!" Ye Zhenfeng raised his glass and drank with Chu Mubai, who was already drunk and unconscious. Then he raised his head and drank another glass, and finally fell down on the stone table with a bang. .
Han Ziyue was dressed in white, sitting under the bamboo forest, stroking the harp that Nangong Qi had played. The sound of the harp was like the gentle rise and fall of sea water, seeming to calm their inner sorrow and make them feel at ease.
Slowly, Ye Zhenfeng and Chu Mubai fell into a deep dream. Perhaps in their dreams, they could go back to their childhood and return to the Chenxing Courtyard where there were only four of them, their master and apprentice.
It turns out that some things really can’t be gone back.
As early as when they left Chenxingyuan, Nangong Qi already understood this truth, so he always felt it and wanted them to cherish the time they spent together. Sure enough, time can take away all things and people.
Lan Zuiwu, who was unconscious, slowly woke up when she heard Han Ziyue's piano music. She gently walked to her side and looked at her.
Han Ziyue's hand playing the piano finally stopped, and she sighed, holding back the sadness in her heart.
Lan Zuiwu said: "Ziyue, thank you for always taking care of them... two drunkards!"
Han Ziyue looked at Lan Zuiwu with reddish eyes and said:
"I have had no parents since I was a child. I was adopted and raised by the Liuhuo clan. For me, they are my family. However, not long ago, I saw them die in front of me. Now the Liuhuo clan, There’s not much left…”
"I always thought that I was a cold-blooded person, but after all, I couldn't get rid of the pain, and I still couldn't help but feel sad... I know why Zhenfeng is so sad, and it's not just because of Master Nangong's death."
"It was also because he was kicked out of Yejia. Although he has been holding back the pain in his heart these days, it finally broke out because of the death of Master Nangong. As for Zhenfeng, he can't go back to Yejia. And Master Nangong died again, everything weighed on his heart and finally made him collapse."
Lan Zuiwu was startled and said, "What did you say? Brother Ye, Brother Ye was kicked out of the Ye family? This... what on earth is going on?"
Han Ziyue sighed quietly, gently plucked the strings in her hand with her slender fingers, and then slowly recalled what happened before.
The bright moon is lonely, but people are round and unable to reunite.
The autumn wind swept through the entire Chenxing Courtyard with a desolate feeling. After Han Ziyue finished explaining the cause and effect, Lan Zuiwu realized how much sadness Ye Zhenfeng had endured in her heart.
Her eyes were red and she said: "Brother Ye has endured so much sadness that we don't even know. No wonder he is so concerned about it. Ziyue, it's good that you are by his side, otherwise I don't know how he would collapse. .”
Han Ziyue said:
"It's a pity that I can't share his inner pain. God is too cruel to Zhenfeng. One of his biological parents died and the other disappeared. Now he has been expelled from the Ye family by his adoptive father. I thought Chenxingyuan was his last home. Home.”
"Unexpectedly, Master Nangong has become like that again. I think he has been suppressing him for a long time.
The sadness in his heart finally caused him to collapse... Alas! I couldn't bear to see him so sad and desperate! "
Lan Zuiwu looked at her and said:
"Do you know? When I was in a coma, I dreamed about the four of us, Master, Mu Bai, and Brother Ye. Master was sitting on a recliner in Chenxing Courtyard, watching the three of us practice, and we thought he was too Too comfortable, always thinking of playing tricks on him, haha!"
"But Master is always good-tempered. He never seems to be really angry with us! The most ridiculous thing is that he has never had a full meal in Chenxingyuan. When the dishes are just served, before he has time to use his chopsticks, every time They were all eaten up by the three of us."
"The Rebirth of Financial Giants"
"Haha...Master always said that the three of us were growing taller. He didn't blame us, so he just took a bottle of wine and went out to eat...hehehe...hehehe..."
Lan Zuiwu smiled and cried again. She curled her feet and buried her head deeply in her knees.
Han Ziyue stretched out her hand, gently caressed her trembling back, and comforted her: "Don't be too sad. Maybe Master Nangong's situation will turn around in the future."
Lan Zuiwu raised his head and looked at her with tears streaming down his face and said, "Ziyue, is there really a chance for a change? Even the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord can't do anything about it. Is there really a chance for a change?"
Han Ziyue said: "No matter how powerful the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord is, she is still just a demon. Perhaps what a demon can't do, there's no guarantee that a deity can't do it."
"immortal?"
"Yes, at first I thought that the inner demon would haunt me for the rest of my life, and maybe this life would be the end of it, but until I met Immortal Shangyao, she gave me her cultivation before she died. Zuiwu, do you know , Shangyao Immortal Lord had the ability to be infinitely reborn before. If she was not trapped by love and exchanged it for the rain of forgetfulness, maybe she would live in symbiosis with heaven and earth and never die."
"Ziyue, does such a god really exist in the world?"
Han Ziyue nodded slightly and said: "Of course, so I was thinking, since I inherited the lifetime cultivation of Shangyao Immortal Lord, can I achieve immortality through the method of cultivating immortals? Even if I can't achieve it, can I do it? What about bringing people back to life?"
Lan Zuiwu said in shock: "If this is really the case, maybe Master is not completely hopeless, he just needs a chance, or maybe, everything is just a dream on our part."
Han Ziyue shook her head, looked at the bright moon high in the bamboo forest, raised her head and said, "I don't know if this is just a dream, but many things in the world are probably just a dream at the beginning, right?"
The next day, in the sun-drenched courtyard, Zuo Sima was taking care of the baby in the cradle. The child's fair face was a little pink, and his big black eyes moved from side to side. Zuo Sima was holding the rattle in his hand, shaking it from side to side.
He said with great interest: "Peace, peace, grow up quickly! Look what daddy did for you? This is called a rattle. When you grow up, you can hold it and spin it by yourself!"
Zuo Ping'an in the cradle raised his hands and feet to grab the rattle, while Zuo Sima smiled kindly.
Ye Zhenfeng slowly stepped into the small courtyard. He saw that the small courtyard was filled with wooden horses, wooden rocking chairs, wooden waterwheels, wooden swords, etc.
He smiled and said: "Uncle Zuo, it seems you are very anxious to let Ping An grow up!"
"Xiao Feng!" Zuo Sima was shocked and turned to look at him.
Ye Zhenfeng laughed at him, and then said: "Uncle Zuo, it's rare to see you like this. Back then, you still didn't want to think about it.
After getting married, he now considers himself a loving father. I can’t imagine it! "
Zuo Sima held the rattle and sighed: "Who can imagine it? Hahaha! You can't imagine it, even I can't imagine it! A person who just wants to run outside all day long is now willing to sit in the small courtyard and make toys for his son. , hehehe!”
Ye Zhenfeng stepped forward, looked at the baby in the cradle, and asked, "Uncle Zuo, is he your son Zuo Ping'an?"
Zuo Sima nodded, and then handed the child to Ye Zhenfeng.
Ye Zhenfeng carefully held Zuo Pingan in his arms. Zuo Pingan smiled at him, his face was as red as a little apple, so cute.
Zuo Sima said happily: "When I saw you when you were a child, I was thinking, am I, Zuo Sima, so lucky to have a child as cute as you? Hahaha!"
Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but feel emotional: "Who could have imagined that I was just a child at that time, and in the blink of an eye, I had already left Da Yang Mansion for so many years!"
Zuo Sima nodded and said: "Yes, yes, you see, I am old and have gray hair! And you have all grown up, hahaha! Time really cannot be retained! There are still people... People can’t be kept either…”
He sighed, then looked at Ye Zhenfeng and said, "I heard from Duan Shuang that you went to the Tianmo Sect to worship Xiao Qi?"
Ye Zhenfeng carefully put Zuo Ping'an into the cradle, then sat on the stone table beside him, nodded and said, "Yes."
Zuo Sima sighed and poured him a cup of hot tea.
Ye Zhenfeng watched Zuo Sima pouring tea, and couldn't help but sigh. He was once an alcoholic who only drank alcohol, but now he drank tea in order to become a good father. He couldn't help but sigh that time can really change a person.
Ye Zhenfeng said: "Uncle Zuo, I came to you because there is something I want to tell you."
Zuo Sima said: "Oh? What's the matter?"
Ye Zhenfeng held the cup of hot tea in his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "My master... is still alive."
Zuo Sima's tea-pouring hand shook and he actually spilled the tea on his hand, but he didn't care about the burning. He looked at Ye Zhenfeng and said, "Xiao Feng, what did you say? Xiao Qi... Xiao Qi... Isn’t he dead?”
Ye Zhenfeng sighed: "He was resurrected by the corpse demon reincarnation method, but now he is just a walking corpse carrying the devil's soul, and he is not really who he was before."
"The magic of corpse demon reincarnation?! The magic of corpse demon reincarnation!" Zuo Sima was in agony when he thought about the magic of corpse demon reincarnation. His child had experienced this kind of pain.
He said: "Why is there such a cruel spell in the world? Why? Back then, my child almost became a victim of the corpse demon's reincarnation method... But if the Demon Emperor had not chosen Ping An, maybe... maybe Ping An had not left the mother's body He is already dead. Whether all this is right or wrong, I...I can no longer tell..."
Seeing the painful expression on Zuo Sima's face, Ye Zhenfeng comforted him: "Maybe everything is God's will. Uncle Zuo, what are your plans for the future?"
Zuo Sima said: "These days, I have been asking about ways to extend my life. I am afraid that Ping An's life will not be too long. This is a big problem in my heart, but no matter what, as a father, I will always give it a try. I decided to take Ping An to search for immortal magic, so that he can extend his life through immortal cultivation. Although the chance is slim, you have to give it a try before you know."
