"Dean Nangong, you are well-informed, so you naturally know that a spiritual bead that is over a million years old can bring back flesh and bones to the dead, not to mention that this Nirvana Fire Lotus is an ancient spiritual bead! So, please let me Give it a try, I will definitely be able to save Zhenfeng!"
Nangong Qi's face suddenly showed joy, and he nodded: "Okay, as long as I can save Zhenfeng!"
Han Ziyue said again: "Dean Nangong, please protect me outside the door!"
Nangong Qi nodded and walked outside the door.
In the room, Han Ziyue was sitting by the bed, activating the spiritual power in her body. A purple eyebrow seal suddenly appeared on her forehead. Once the seal was opened, a purple spirit bead slowly flew out from her left eye.
There was a purple lotus in the middle of the purple spirit bead. The lotus kept turning and emitted a dazzling light, which instantly penetrated into Ye Zhenfeng's white eyebrows.
I saw a flash of purple light on his forehead, and an identical mark between his eyebrows appeared on his forehead. She stretched out her hand and gently touched his cheek. The color slowly returned to his cheek, and he had breath and pulse. Then the purple mark between his eyebrows slowly disappeared.
She gently put her head on his chest, feeling the slow beating of his heart. This was the sound of the rhythm of life, the sound of the heartbeat of the one she loved. There was nothing more beautiful than this in the world. Sound.
Han Ziyue raised her head and looked at Ye Zhenfeng with tearful eyes. She reached out and brushed his handsome cheek and said softly: "Zhenfeng, let's say goodbye. The mountains are high and the rivers are long. I'm afraid you and I will never see each other again." --treasure!"
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--"
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Time flies, time flies, and five years have passed.
The young man he once was has spent twenty years in the human world. Now Ye Zhenfeng has gone through all kinds of disasters, and has lost his childishness and grown into a man who is upright and upright.
The long hair on one side of his forehead covered his face, scattered like ink and blowing gently in the wind, giving him a cynical appearance. There seemed to be a bit of coldness and toughness in his brows, and there seemed to be a hint of evil charm that was hard to detect in his black Xinghai eyes.
On the cliff, Zhen Qianqiu was flying lightly in gray robes, leaning down to look at the Shiwan Mountain in front of him, and then turning to look at Ye Zhenfeng beside him, with a satisfied smile on his face.
He nodded and said: "Zhenfeng, time has turned and five years have passed. The relationship between you and me as master and disciple has also come to an end. It is time to leave as master."
Although Ye Zhenfeng knew in his heart that Zhen Qianqiu never belonged to this world and would leave him one day, he never thought that this day would come so quickly.
He said: "Master, do you really want to leave?"
"Zhenfeng, Master can't tolerate this. Even if I want to stay with you, God's will won't allow me. Fate comes like the wind and Fate disperses like dust. You don't need to feel sad..." He raised his head and sighed deeply.
Ye Zhenfeng waved his robe and knelt down, kowtowed to him and thanked him, with tears in his eyes.
Zhen Qianqiu helped him up and said with a smile: "Zhenfeng, you are now at the seventh level of the Emperor's Sect. I will teach you all the kung fu from my master. I hope you can hoe the strong and support the weak in the future and make a difference in this world."
Ye Zhenfeng was filled with tears and nodded: "Zhenfeng will definitely live up to Master's expectations."
Zhen Qianqiu nodded slightly, then flicked his long sleeves, laughed, turned into countless bright lights, and disappeared into the world.
Ye Zhenfeng endured the pain and shouted: "Master -"
The wind blows softly in my ears, and everything has turned into nothingness. Five years of spring and autumn are like a dream. The world is impermanent. Is it just a dream of creation?
Salo Sea, Bloody Island.
On the Bloody Island, there are dense trees, strange birds in the jungle, and wild beasts scurrying around.
Xiao Xie sat on Ye Zhenfeng's shoulder with great enjoyment, swaying her little feet, raising her head and sniffing the air around her. Her big, smart eyes seemed to be full of water, and she sighed: "Ah... I didn't say that, this world The air outside is fresher than Jiuzhou!"
"Xiaoxie, you seem to have gained weight recently, it's time to lose weight!"
Looking at the plump and lazy flying demon cat on his shoulder, Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but complain.
"Shut up - why are you talking about something that no one knows!" Xiao Xie crossed his arms and said angrily, tilting his head.
Ever since I got to know Ye Zhenfeng, a good-tempered master, Xiao Xie's laid-back cat life has been cheating all the way to the point where he feels like he has become a master again. This title of cat master is not unqualified.
Ye Zhenfeng looked at the exotic flowers and plants and the dense jungle in front of him and felt relaxed and happy, with a bright smile on his lips.
Xiaoxie said again: "By the way, your unreliable master really just left like that? Will he really never come back?"
Ye Zhenfeng looked melancholy and said: "Master said that he and I only had a master-disciple relationship for five years. He left after teaching me how to lead the gods. I don't know when I can see him again? It takes a thousand years for him to be an old man. I only woke up once, so I guess I won’t see him again in the future.”
Xiao Xie folded his hands and said: "Actually, you don't need to be sad. Things come together and things break up, and things will eventually work out. Besides, the old man always quarreled with me when he was here. I have never won an argument with him. Now that he's gone, I feel very close to you!"
Ye Zhenfeng shrugged. In fact, Xiao Xie was just like him in his heart. He was very reluctant to leave Zhen Qianqiu, but he just had a tough mouth.
"Zhenfeng, look quickly, there is a thousand-year blood soul beast in front of you, go hunt it down and feed it to me!"
Xiao Xie's ability to eat soft food has become stronger and stronger in the past few years. From the previous ten years, the hundred-year blood soul bead has jumped to the thousand-year blood soul bead. Now it is not the thousand-year level and it does not even look at it.
Thanks to the nourishment of these blood soul beads, the magic value in its body has also soared, which is unmatched by ordinary century-old monsters.
Although this little evil is in trouble, he has found a super strong master and is living a happy life now.
Ye Zhenfeng saw that the one in front of him was a thousand-year-old tusked wild boar blood soul beast, so he flew after it.
"Chirp--"
At this moment, the sound of birds came from above his head. He looked up and saw a fire-like Vulcan Demon Eagle hovering in the sky with its wings spread.
Just when he looked up, he saw shadows in the trees on the opposite side moving, and a huge monster mount rushed out. On its back sat a purple-clothed beauty with a feather crown on her head and a red totem on her face.
The beauty wore golden boots studded with gems on her long legs. As soon as the sleeve arrows came out, there were two whooshing sounds, and the two sleeve arrows pierced the body of the long-tusked wild boar.
When Xiao Xie saw this, he shouted angrily: "Hey, stinky girl, this long-tusked wild boar is my prey!"
"soy Mujer?"
The beauty in purple turned around and shot an arrow from her sleeve towards Xiao Xie. I saw the Xiujian arrow passing directly through Ye Zhenfeng's shoulder, just inches away from killing him.
However, he remained motionless, standing there blankly, letting the sleeve arrow pass through, and the sleeve arrow hit a big tree behind him.
Xiaoxie said anxiously: "Hey - brat, why don't you hide? You were almost killed by her, do you understand?"
It really doesn't understand. Isn't he the seventh dan of the Emperor Sect? Why couldn't he dodge that little girl's sleeve arrow?
Ye Zhenfeng still stood there blankly, looking at the purple-clothed beauty in front of him dreamily, as if someone had cast a spell on her.
The beauty in purple turned over and fell, her purple ribbons were fluttering, and her thin sleeves were embroidered with wisteria flowers. Her long white hair was rolled up high, falling softly behind her shoulders like silk, and a wisteria flower tassel hairpin was inserted diagonally. , a pair of amethyst tassel earrings.
I could see her white forehead with slightly frowning eyebrows, a pair of faint purple pupils, twinkling cold stars, and a bit of purple light. She was looking around blankly, and then asked quietly: "Who is it?"
Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes, a tear gently slid down his cheek, and he sighed.
With white hair and silver strands, purple pupils and deep eyes, the purple-clothed beauty in front of him was none other than Han Ziyue, whom he longed for day and night.
"Who is it? Who is there?" Han Ziyue's eyes were blank, and she tried to stretch out her hands and fumble for it.
Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but stare in astonishment and shouted: "Your eyes--"
Han Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "I'm sorry, I can't see. I didn't expect someone to be there. I sensed the breath of the monster just now, and thought it was just that monster... I didn't hurt you!"
Ye Zhenfeng clenched his fists heartbrokenly, then shook his head and said, "I'm fine."
Han Ziyue asked again: "By the way, who are you?"
Ye Zhenfeng felt pain in his heart and said softly: "Ye Zhenfeng..."
He originally thought that she would be shocked when he said his name, but what shocked him was that she just nodded slightly, with no trace of shock on her face.
"Zi..." He was about to step forward to ask, but he heard a call from behind the woods: "Sister Ziyue! Sister Ziyue!"
He couldn't help but take a step back, and the person riding over on a Warcraft mount was Jiang Xun.
There is a long sword on her back, and a copper bell is hung on the sword. The long tassel hangs lightly. When she turns over, the copper bell makes a clear ringing sound.
