Walking to the hillside where the wine was buried, Gu Lingze sat down casually and took a sip of the wine in his hand.

He subconsciously handed the wine jug to the person next to him, but no one took it. Gu Lingze withdrew his hand with a wry smile.

It happens again.

It was as if a memory suddenly appeared in his life, but it was incomplete.

He didn't forget, but he just couldn't remember it no matter what. He could only greet himself like this.

Gu Lingze always felt that he might be possessed by a ghost, but he was a heavenly master, so no evil spirits could get close to him.

He laughed and thought, well, maybe this feeling will disappear one day, so why should he hold on to it.

On the way back, Gu Lingze unknowingly walked to the library. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he took out a couple of books to read.

He sent out a stream of spiritual energy and then pushed the door open.

He turned on the light and scanned the bookshelves one by one. When he saw the second shelf, he suddenly stopped.

Gu Lingze walked over and brushed his hand across the name on the spine of the book——

"Military Records".

Gu Lingze didn't move, and suddenly felt a chill on his face. He raised his trembling hand and touched his cheek, and he didn't know when he was already in tears.

"Don't you know that repaying a favor requires giving yourself in return to show your sincerity..."

"If you like, the Tusu wine in my room will be our happy wine today..."

"In fact, I have long wanted to repay you. Are you willing to marry me..."

These scenes kept flashing through his mind. Gu Lingze sobbed, holding his head and slowly squatting on the ground.

"Lingze." A big warm hand was placed on his shoulder.

Gu Lingze raised his head with tears on his face. Unexpectedly, his master appeared in front of him.

Bai Taihe smiled gently, patted his shoulder and said, "Go back, he is waiting for you."

The three senior brothers also came over from the door. Although they were reluctant to leave, they smiled and nodded to him.

Gu Lingze looked at his master and several fellow apprentices, then knelt down facing Bai Taihe and knocked his head to the ground, "I, the disciple, bid farewell to the master."

Bai Taihe helped him up, and he bowed deeply to his three senior brothers, tears dripping from his eyes to the ground.

"Junior brother bids farewell to the three senior brothers, I..." When he said this, Gu Lingze was already sobbing. Three people came over to help him up, and like their master, they patted his shoulders soothingly.

"Lingze, go find him without worry. We will take good care of Master."

Gu Lingze wanted to say something, but time was running out. His figure became fainter and fainter. Seeing this, the four of them hurriedly sat down cross-legged.

Gu Lingze only felt a huge spiritual power rushing towards him, and the space suddenly twisted. He was pushed farther and farther away by this force until everything in front of him disappeared.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was pitch black.

Gu Lingze tentatively felt around and found that he seemed to be lying on a flat ground.

He took out the Flame Talisman from the secret realm, and with a flip of his wrist, he illuminated the surrounding space.

Gu Lingze looked around and found that he seemed to be in a room, but it didn't quite look like a room because there was no door or windows.

He frowned, took a few steps forward, and found a staircase around the corner.

Walking down the stairs, there is another room exactly the same as the one above, but the space is slightly larger.

Gu Lingze went down three floors in total, and finally saw a door on the bottom floor.

He walked forward and pushed it open without hesitation. A dazzling ray of sunlight shone in, and Gu Lingze subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

But then he was embraced in a broad embrace, the arms of the person hugging him were trembling, and there was not even a gap between the two of them.

"You're back."

Gu Lingze took a deep breath and hugged him back with all her strength.

"Um."

The other person hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his own bones and blood, and didn't want to separate for a moment.

Gu Lingze knew the fear in Zhao Chengmo's heart. If it were him, he would probably be even more devastated.

He didn't know how the other party managed to hold on, but just imagining it made Gu Lingze heartbroken.

"Amitabha."

Following a Buddhist chant, Gu Lingze opened his eyes and saw Zen Master Minghai behind Zhao Chengmo.

Looking around, he realized that this was the bamboo forest behind Tanxi Temple.

Gu Lingze suddenly felt a little embarrassed. After all, it was indeed awkward to talk about love in a Buddhist temple.

He patted Zhao Chengmo's arm gently, and the other party cooperated and let go of him, but held his hand again the moment he let go.

Gu Lingze only now saw Zhao Chengmo's face clearly. He looked extremely thin, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and his beard on his chin had grown a bit longer. His previous bright and sharp eyes were no longer there.

In fact, he was not in much better condition. He was still wearing the clothes he had worn in the battle with Cheng Jiao that day. Not only were they covered in blood, but they were also tattered from head to toe.

Gu Lingze chuckled, raised his palm and bowed to the other party, "Master Minghai, long time no see."

The other party also returned the greeting and made a gesture of invitation, and the two of them walked into the meditation room hand in hand.

It turned out that more than half a year had passed since the battle between man and dragon.

Gu Lingze recognized that the place he had come out of before was the black tower that had always existed on the altar in his secret realm, but its size had increased dozens of times.

He didn't know why he came back to life, but it was definitely related to his master, senior brothers and this black tower.

"Mr. Gu, you almost died to protect the people of Qianyuan. Please accept my humble greeting." After saying this, Zen Master Minghai bowed deeply to him.

Gu Lingze quickly stood up, returned the greeting, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

In fact, he is not as great as the Zen master said. Instead, he is selfish and afraid of death. He just wants to protect his lover and family.

There was no other choice at the time. If he had to watch everyone die, even if he could survive, it would be a fate worse than death.

"Fortunately, Mr. Gu has great fortune and is blessed by God." After Zen Master Minghai said this, he glanced at Zhao Chengmo meaningfully.

Gu Lingze pursed his lips slightly, but now he didn't dare to look at his unshaven lover again.

"Your family is still waiting for you, go back quickly."

After thanking the Zen master, the two men stood up and walked out of the Zen room. Unexpectedly, the black tower that had just stood there had now disappeared.

Gu Lingze stood there silently for a while, bowed in the direction of the bamboo forest, and walked out of Tanxi Temple holding hands with Zhao Chengmo.

The young monk prepared a carriage and a coachman for them. Zhao Chengmo thought that Gu Lingze would go directly back to the General's Mansion, but unexpectedly he asked the coachman to send the two back to the previous courtyard.

After closing the door, the two walked all the way to the main hall.