Yuan Ye is pressing his hot face against his cold butt.
"Long time no see, how are you, sir?"
"died."
Yuan Ye thought of the cheerful Mr. Xie, and felt a little sad. He did not dare to mention the elderly person again, "What about your brother?"
"He's dead too." Xie Yu lowered his eyes while holding the tea and continued.
Yuan Ye thought of a hundred ways to chat to death, but never thought of this.
He looked at Xie Qingyu's side face and suddenly felt a little tired. He took out a pot of white jade secretly carried from the storage ring and said, "Xie Qingyu, you must have been very tired these years."
Hearing the words, Xie Qingyu finally made some noise. He slowly turned his head and looked at Yuan Ye. Compared with the fat boy named Prince who was actually his follower when he was young, he seemed completely reborn, but his eyes still had the purity of a young man. .
Also, if we really find the fairy island, there will probably be no such human sufferings in it.
Xie Qingyu smiled, but it was just a muscular smile, not sincere, "My father and brother have died in the battle, and now there is no Xiehou Mansion."
Yuan Ye had already started pouring wine, "I'm worried."
Xie Qingyu watched the wine and wine glasses he conjured out of thin air, and became even more convinced.
It's probably not fake.
Lin Du suddenly stood up and said, "Jin Xuan, it's time to practice. Thank you, Lieutenant Xie. I'm sorry to be with you. Yuan Ye, I'll let you catch up on old times today."
She took Jinxuan and left, and Wei Zhi followed her and stood up obediently, and the three of them entered the back hall.
"Uncle Master, what kind of exercises are you practicing?"
Lin Du lazily found a soft couch and sat on it, "It's just to give Yuan Ye a space to talk. I'll sleep and you can do whatever you want."
Ni Jinxuan obediently found a place to sit down.
Lin Du didn't really fall asleep. She felt a little uncomfortable, "These melon seeds give me heartburn."
"You deserve it." Wei Zhi's voice came with a hint of schadenfreude, "You yourself are an extraordinary spirit. There is no aura in the melon seeds. There are so many impurities that your intestines and stomach will resist."
Lin Du frowned and rolled himself up. How did she know it could still hurt? Her chest felt tight and her stomach was burning.
"I've eaten rice noodles and fried cakes from Phoenix City before, so I shouldn't."
"If you have been to Phoenix City, you should know how good the spiritual energy is in the mountains near them, and the things that come out are naturally full of spiritual energy."
Wei Zhi paused, "I think you are the one who should break away from the mortal world. Liuli people still insist on eating those messy things."
After he finished speaking, he found Lin Du looking at him with compassion, and then uttered a sentence, "I guess the Buddhists in Buddhism have never eaten anything good or enjoyed their appetites in this life, right? You are just jealous, pure jealousy .”
Wei Zhi choked and threw a bottle of spiritual liquid to Lin Du, "Drink it if you like."
"What is it?" Lin Du opened it and smelled it, smelling sweet.
"It's not a good thing. After all, we Buddhists can't enjoy our food and drink in this life."
This time it was Lin Du's turn to choke.
"The juice of the Wuxiang Fruit is just something to entertain children, but it is full of energy and is good for your digestion of impurities."
Lin Du held the bottle and said, "Do you Buddhist cultivators still have time to make this thing?"
"Well, sometimes you can't stand it, so take a sip." Wei Zhi smiled, "After all, I haven't eaten anything good."
This matter was difficult to deal with. Lin Du was not the type to take the initiative to apologize. She obediently took a few sips of juice, relaxed her brows, and gave Wei Zhi something.
Wei Zhi took a look and saw that it was an ice cube, filled with extremely cold aura. He held it in his hand but it did not melt.
"Do you people from the Supreme Sect take Ten Thousand Years of Ice out with you anytime and anywhere?"
Lin Du was too lazy to answer, and she couldn't tell Wei Zhi that his useless master had nothing to bring her, so he asked her to take away her Ten Thousand Years Ice Bed Storage Ring. She really couldn't figure out what Wei Zhi should do. What's missing? He seemed to like ice cubes last time, so give him some ice cubes.
She just flexed her fingers and said to Yan Ye, "Senior Sister Seventh Senior Sister gave me a bunch of spiritual talismans and spiritual fruits, the Second Senior Brother's newly made formation plate, the Third Senior Brother gave me the Sword Qi Talisman, and the Fifth Senior Brother gave you three medicines in addition to medicine." I hired a whisk because I was afraid that I would have a bad life outside."
Yan Zhiyi said that since we have all the food, clothing and transportation, let's live here.
There is no aura in the mortal world, but Lin Du can stay fresh after sleeping on a bed of ice for thousands of years.
Ten Thousand Years of Ice is ice that was frozen thousands of years ago with abundant aura. A person can absorb some of the pure aura while lying down, but it is a bit too cold for others.
Lin Du said lazily, "If you don't like it, you can exchange it for something else, such as a few spiritual stones."
Wei Zhi picked up the ice and said, "It's useful."
At least it's more respectable than digging a hole in the snow in the far north and burying yourself.
Lin Du was drowsy after eating melon seeds and drinking sweet juice, while Yuan Ye was drunk and in tears before.
Xie Yu was a military commander, a tall military commander. He was obviously a mortal, but his muscles were as strong as Yan Qing Molin's. Yuan Ye's own hand hurt when he slapped him.
Yuan Ye hugged the person's arm instead, leaned drunkenly on the person's shoulder, and looked hard at the two characters tattooed on Xie Yu's face.
The words were half covered by the official hat. At this moment, for the convenience of drinking, he took off the hat, so that Yuan Ye could see clearly which words they were.
He drunkenly read out, "Ling...yin."
After Yuan Ye reacted, he was so frightened that his voice was distorted and his eyes widened, "Xie Er! You!"
He originally thought that his father had done something crazy again, causing the former prince of Xiehou to be convicted, and then being reused by his second uncle. Who knew that this man was clearly not guilty!
Xie Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "What's wrong?"
Yuan Ye swallowed the sentence "You're crazy" and said, "Is this for the fiancée you miss so much?"
"She's dead." Xie Yu's voice was calm.
I can't talk anymore today.
Yuan Ye wished he could shut his mouth.
Ask anyone to die, but they can't be so smart.
"Yuan Ye, she is dead."
Baiyunluan is the spiritual wine brewed by Cang Li himself. Yuan Ye can drink it well, but it is really difficult for mortals to resist.
There was never a scene where Yuan Ye was not in a good mood. Xie Yu was restrained by nature, but while listening to him talk about the many hardships in the sect, he drank three glasses of wine without realizing it.
It was only three cups, but Xie Yu was still a little drunk.
Yuan Ye could tell that Xie Qingyu became calmer as he drank, but he gradually became more talkative.
"She was only sixteen when she died. After winning the war, I would marry her home no matter what."
Xie Yu stared blankly at the wine cup in front of him, the wine rippled slightly.
Only then did Yuan Ye realize that Xie Yu's hands were shaking.
"Yuan Ye, you immortals, do you have any way to bring people back to life?"
Xie Yu suddenly turned to look at Yuan Ye. His eyes were dark and sharp, and he didn't look drunk at all.
Yuan Ye thought of the soul-chasing talisman on his chest.
The soul-chasing talisman was hot, indicating that Xie Yu had been in contact with the national master.
What could Xie Yu want a monk for?
At that time, Mr. Xie Xiaohou was engaged to the daughter of the Song Dynasty's Shangshu family. He and their close friends often went out to fool around, and all the ancient paintings and books they bought were sent to the Shangshu's house.
Nowadays, the name of the daughter of the Song family is still engraved on people's faces. For what reason? In all likelihood, the Imperial Master was detained by Xie Yu, who wanted to bring the daughter of the Song family back from the dead.
Yuan Ye was so frightened by his old friend's paranoid morbidity that he could not speak, and his throat tightened for a moment.
"After death, the soul will go to the underworld and be reincarnated. Now nine years have passed and people cannot be saved."
He said, "That national master is just a casual cultivator and has no orthodox skills."
Xie Yu pursed his lips and his face tightened, "Really?"
"But he said that Lingyin has not been reincarnated and is still in this world."
Yuan Ye frowned, "It's impossible."
Even wronged souls rarely linger in the mortal world.
But Yuan Ye reacted quickly and did not continue to refute. Xie Yu seemed to be relaxed with him, but even though he was drunk, the muscles in his body were still tight, indicating that he was still on high alert. Now that he has a high position, he still has to obey him. Come.
"Xie Yu, how about I help you look for it? Do you have her birth date? I can use her birth date to search for her soul."
Xie Yu suddenly laughed. He leaned forward and put one arm on the table. "Yuan Ye, you are testing me. Don't you just want to ask me when the Imperial Master came back and when he died?"
"Let me tell you, six years ago, he came back inexplicably. You might as well ask the current Supreme Emperor what the Imperial Preceptor did to make him believe that the Imperial Preceptor cast a spell to stabilize the world."
"The reason why I want to be the emperor's side is because the Imperial Master wields power wantonly and even keeps concubines and child molesters. Every month, there are many more corpses in the mass graves on the outskirts of Beijing."
"You should know the virtues of your father. He suppressed heroes and always thought about when the Xiehou Mansion would be completely gone. He tied me to you just because you acted useless and I followed you. , If I can't help you, we are both useless."
Xie Yu's voice was hoarse and low, but it was like a monster crawling out of hell, with a biting coldness that pierced Yuan Ye's eardrums.
"I am no longer the same Xie Qingyu, but you are still the same Yuan Ye."
"The Imperial Master is indeed what you think now. If you want the truth, I can show you. If you still want to be the original Yuan Ye, you'd better come back and have a look in peace and go happily."
"If you can really become an immortal, forget this place. You must forget it."
"The Dazhou Golden Palace is full of blood that cannot be washed away. There is nothing to worry about."
Lin Du's consciousness was in the front hall and eavesdropped. When he realized what he was doing, he muttered in disbelief, "What kind of super love brain is this?"
