As soon as Lin Du was settled, the door of the courtyard was knocked by an uninvited guest again.
Feng Yi was in front of the bed and looked at the sleeping Lin Du seriously. After looking at it for a long time, he sighed thoughtfully.
"Uncle Master, I wonder why he, a man who goes against heaven, did something in line with nature. It turns out it's because of you, little guy."
"You actually want me to take out the bead from the god's tomb to settle the cause and effect for you."
Feng Yi composed himself, "That's all, he touched the divine body anyway, this thing originally belongs to him."
Lin Du didn't sleep peacefully. She was very tired and very tired, but she had a vague nightmare.
In the dream, her temples were gray, her face was pale, her bones were torn apart due to illness, and she looked like she had run out of energy and energy. The devilish master at home looked at her with a look of dismay on his face, which finally turned into a sigh.
"Your heart is broken, is it worth it to waste so much energy and go against the will of heaven?"
Lin Du laughed in his dream, "My disciple's heart is broken, and there is no hope in this life. Why don't I trade my three-foot miserable life for the supreme peace and tranquility? Master, after I leave, I will give you my eyes. After you understand, you will be able to ascend." , I also ask Master to help me when the time comes."
"You want to plot against me??" A strange anger flashed in Yan Ye's gray eyes that had not changed for thousands of years, and then turned into a cold sneer.
"That's right. I am a disciple who has been smart since he was a child. Why should I go against the will of God and risk the life of a man who wants to die?"
"Now that you have even considered your own death, let alone your master's ascension, how could there be such a rebellious disciple like you in the world?"
Yan Ye turned around and left, but Lin Du could clearly see that he was leaving in a hurry, not out of anger.
He was so angry at himself in the dream that he cried.
Lin Du almost laughed.
So this is how you can make your bastard master angry?
The dream soon changed, and Lin Du was sitting on a peak, looking coldly at the lanterns and colorful decorations at the bottom of the mountain, his eyes filled with joyful red.
The banquet was noisy, everyone was happy, and the familiar faces were smiling, making the world noisy.
There are so many people in the Supreme Sect.
This was what Lin Du was thinking about.
There was a sound of the bride and groom entering the bridal chamber, and Lin Du vaguely recognized that it was that boy's voice from Yuan Ye, but it sounded much more mature.
The second senior brother's suona played loudly and he was full of joy.
But soon, the suona stopped suddenly, and then the guests dispersed and the red silk was removed.
Her great master nephew was wearing a red lining, but at this moment he was really wearing a bloody robe. His hair was messy and he looked like he was going crazy. He was struggling and being held down by Ju Yuan and Cang Li, and he whined uncontrollably.
Lin Du knew that this was a dream. No matter what state she was in, she could not sit on the top of a mountain and see what was going on in the house.
The young man who had always been upright and strong in the past curled up uncontrollably on the bed, covering his heart and crying. One hand was stained with blood, and he held someone's hand tremblingly.
Lin Du was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and glanced at his hand. A wet blood mark appeared on his wrist.
The man's hands were still warm.
The next moment, she was already in front of Mo Lin's bed.
Mo Lin's usually bright starry eyes were now dark and filled with mad light. He held Lin Du's wrist tightly and cried, "Little Master Uncle, Little Master Uncle..."
"You know me, I can't live without her, little uncle... please, please."
Lin Du heard himself talking, "Mo Lin, wake up, this is not you, not you at all."
"Little Master, it hurts so much, Little Master..."
Lin Du turned back suddenly and looked at Cang Li with red eyes, "Second senior brother, is there really nothing we can do?"
"He's totally fine."
Lin Du's voice trembled, "What do you mean, his soul is intact! How could he be immune! How could he dig out his own spiritual bones with his own hands! He is the leader of the 100th generation of the Supreme Sect! He is the great disciple of the Open Door! "
"He cultivates Shenxiao Dao, practices the Hidden Edge Sword, and takes extermination of evil spirits as his own duty. How could he give up his path for the sake of his Taoist companions!"
Cang Li held her shoulders, "Little junior sister, you shouldn't have come, your Taoist heart..."
Lin Du suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood, his heart aching violently.
In the chaos, she saw the back of fifth senior brother Jiang Liang.
Jiang Liang said, "There is no way. It looks like that. The soul is unimpeded, but the physical body is unstoppable. I can only fight on my own. I have found a secret method that can ensure that Mo Lin retains his memory after reincarnation and returns to the Supreme Sect."
Lin Du turned his head suddenly, but the scene showed the Hidden Edge Sword being unsheathed for the last time.
The blade of the sword was pointed at his master.
Lin Du's heart hurt so much that she could feel that she was suffering. In her dream, she was crying, but...
That's not her.
When had she, Lin Du, cried?
Lin Du suddenly returned to the peak, then lost his footing and fell, and she woke up from this chaotic dream.
Feng Yi looked curiously at the little junior sister who suddenly sat up in front of him. There was still a thin layer of sweat on the forehead, the corners of his eyes were moist and red, and his eyelashes were wet and sticky. He looked pitiful, but his eyes suddenly changed. When you look up at someone, it's like a cold pool in the abyss, dark and filled with boundless loneliness and pain.
Feng Yi was shocked.
Those were not the eyes of a child.
Lin Du covered his heart, frowned, and suddenly raised his head to face a particularly unfamiliar face.
Couldn't she have traveled through time again because her consciousness was exhausted, her heart was broken, and she was stunned?
Lin Du frowned, and just as he was about to ask, the door was already pushed open.
"Little Junior Sister, my unlucky apprentice is about to scrape the bones. Granny Ma asked me to call you," Ju Yuan's voice stopped suddenly and he looked at the person on the bed carefully, "Little Junior Sister, what are you doing?"
Lin Du suddenly laughed. She covered her face and her voice was choked with tears. There was a hint of madness in her low laughter, which scared Feng Yi and Ju Yuan.
She laughed to herself for a while and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Sure enough, people tend to have nightmares when they are too stressed, but they are just a dream.
She hasn't formed an elixir yet, so where did she get her Taoist heart?
Mo Lin will never be reduced to what he was like in his dream, never.
"It's okay, I'm here. I just dreamed that a monk stole someone's well. I thought it was funny."
She said and quickly got out of bed. Then she realized that her bun was a little loose now, and she looked like a madman. She paused, looked at the stunned senior brother, and sighed, "Make senior brother laugh."
Ju Yuan was not laughed at, but was frightened.
This little junior sister looked so crazy that she looked like Senior Uncle Yan Ye who didn't know what he saw in the God's Tomb.
He looked at Feng Yi in panic, "Seventh Junior Sister, what's going on with Little Junior Sister? Don't lose your mind and go crazy."
Lin Du had already tied up his bun again, and took a net towel to smooth away the stray hairs on his head.
This time, a lot of hair was burned off by the second nephew. There were so many pieces of hair that she was a little concerned about the head and not the tail.
A pair of hands suddenly took over the ties of the net scarf for her, "I'll do it."
Lin Du obediently let go of his hand, and his nose smelled the precious fragrance of orchids.
While Feng Yi helped Lin Du gather all his hair and tie the scarf, he said calmly, "Uncle was like this when he went crazy back then. Isn't it normal for my little junior sister to be like this?"
Ju Yuan: ...Sounds reasonable, but a little unreasonable.
Feng Yi took a handkerchief wet with water, wiped Lin Du's face, and then said, "I must have had a nightmare just now. My face is wet from crying. Wipe it well and apply the ointment on it."
Lin Du was silent for a moment and called out, "Seventh Senior Sister?"
"Hey, it's me." Feng Yi patted her head, "Let's go, we won't be able to catch up with the excitement if it's too late."
