At the Yuzong Mountain Gate, two letters lay quietly on Du Pingsheng's desk.
When Du Pingsheng and Qingyi were sent back to the study, they saw the two letters at a glance.
A letter reads: Personally issued by my master. Another letter read: My disciple personally opens this letter.
Qingyi looked at the two letters blankly, then turned to look at Du Pingsheng.
She saw Du Pingsheng's white beard trembling slightly, but she didn't dare to step forward.
Qingyi turned around, walked slowly to the desk in silence, and opened the letter that belonged to her.
"Qingyi, I know the obsession in your heart, and I also know your intention to enter the Tao.
My teacher has nothing to teach you. My teacher has left. I can only hope that you will take good care of your master. He was older, but he had something on his mind.
There is an elixir in his heart, which he deduced for his master. If your master insists on refining that elixir, his life may be hurt. You hold back a little.
In the end...practicing medicine cannot save the world..."
Qingyi finished reading the letter, but her eyes were deeply focused on the four words "My teacher has left". She lowered her head sadly.
Then he walked out of the study silently and sensibly, and helped Du Pingsheng close the study door.
Du Pingsheng stared blankly at the letter and made no move for a long time.
As the night grew dark, Du Pingsheng slowly took a step forward, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
With trembling old hands, he gently picked up the letter and opened it carefully:
"Master, if I am unfilial, I will not be able to fulfill my promise to help you make elixirs.
Master must understand what the disciple is thinking, so he won’t say more...
I just have something to ask the Master about. Qingyi's obsession is too deep in her heart. The disciple is afraid that she will be trapped by the obsession, and hopes that the Master can take more care of the disciple.
Meeting Master is a lifelong blessing for a disciple. Don’t think about it…”
Du Pingsheng put away the letter, slowly sat on the desk, and glanced at the tea beside him.
He didn't care how long the tea had been there, he just gently lifted the tea and poured two cups.
He pushed one cup to the opposite side, and drank another cup slowly...
It was as if the young man was still drinking with him.
"You are just afraid that I will refine the elixir...you idiot!"
"I just don't practice anymore..."
...
Feng Nu returned to the Feng Palace like a ghost, lying on the chair without strength, looking at the vast demon world, it seemed that something was missing in her heart.
The maid in green walked slowly in front of Feng Nu. Looking at the lost Feng Nu, tears finally fell from her already emotional eyes.
The maid in green slowly took out a letter from her arms, "This is what suddenly appeared in the dormitory a few days ago. It has the scent of the young master on it, and it is the letter that the young master left for Feng Zun."
Feng Nu turned her head, looked at the letter, and raised her hand in panic to take it.
After the maid in green retreated, Feng Nu opened the letter.
The handwriting in the letter was indeed written by Su Mo himself:
"I'm leaving. I'm not from the Nine Heavens. Now I'm just returning to my 'hometown'.
We should have said goodbye in person, but the catastrophe had other secrets, so we had no choice but to prevent you from participating in the war. Fortunately, everything should be over now.
The time I spent with you in Jedi was the happiest and most relaxing time in my life. I really miss having two kids running wild in the Jedi.
I left a lot of pills for the little fish in your bedroom, enough for it to grow up.
Although I am a little reluctant to give up, this seems to be the best arrangement I can think of for the world...
I am just a wandering soul in the Nine Heavens. Now it seems natural to return to the world... You are still the Phoenix Lord of the Demon Realm, and you will no longer be disturbed by 'love'.
Since then, we have forgotten each other in the world. Although there are regrets, there is no bad fate. "
Feng Nu looked at the letter, and tears finally fell from her eyes. She looked deeply at the letter and was unable to speak for a long time.
After sitting in silence for a long time, Feng Nu finally spoke to the letter with a choked voice.
"You once asked me why the Phoenix clan still changes from generation to generation even though they know clearly that they will never be able to achieve nirvana after giving birth to an heir..."
"I'm telling you, that's because... the word 'love' has no meaning."
...
Daxi and the fairy stood between heaven and earth, their long skirts fluttering. One is charming and the other is Chuchen, and both of them also have a letter in their hands:
"Two sisters, I know that you have recovered your cultivation. I also know that you saw another piece of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths at the end of the corridor. You remembered the truth of the world and wanted to help me.
And what you are doing is nothing more than using your own cultivation to kill all the people on the other side and all the people on your side who are above the gods, and then kill yourself again, right?
I am no longer the little kid who only knew how to cry and snot. I don’t want my two sisters to leave me.
Therefore, I chose to end it all in my own way.
The two sisters are both enemies and friends, why not let everything go? In today's world, after I leave, only two sisters can stay together...
The underground in the west of the city changed my life and allowed me to meet my two sisters.
Even though I am still in heaven and earth now, I still never regret it. This is me, the thoughts of a mortal...
Finally...
...I really like my two sisters. "
Daxi and Xuannv looked at each other and turned their heads silently.
The cool breeze blew by. The two of them clearly had their own world, but they suddenly felt that there was no place to go in this world...
...
At the end of the world, seven figures sat cross-legged around him. In the silence, it felt like I had lost a lot.
Su Mo also left something for them, but it was not a letter, but two things.
One is a crystal clear jade flute. Everyone knows that this is for Luo Yin.
Because, there are a few more words on the jade flute: the accompanying sound of the heart flute.
The other is a painting, and the painting in the painting is clearly an academy.
The academy in the painting was halfway up the mountain. In the courtyard in front of the academy, seven disciples sat in a circle on the ground.
The white-haired dean angrily looked at a group of ruffian-like disciples, standing with their hands behind their backs as if saying something.
Beside a few people, Luo Yin was quietly stroking the piano in his hand.
A black horse holds grass in its mouth and carries a cheerful little girl on its back.
There is also a bird, hovering in the air, seeming to be chirping in human language...
Several people looked at the scene in the painting and lowered their heads. And Lao Liu, who only has the heart of a child, couldn't help crying:
"This must be the memory that Xiao Qi misses the most..."
Everyone bowed their heads, but no one agreed...
...
Biquge
