In front of the ruined temple.

Baili Changhuan looked annoyed: "Do we know each other well? Why do you have to drag me out with you?"

He was staying in Canghai Pavilion and was about to return all the borrowed books and go back to his own Wuya Peak to take a nap, but who knew that he was dragged out by Yan Huailiu.

It’s so annoying that he has to bring me to Dongyue Town again.

Yan Huailiu held a handful of soil in his hand and softened his tone: "Junior brother, you know, I don't have any other friends..."

He started talking nonsense.

There was no other way. He thought about all the people he knew, and the only one who would not make him too overwhelmed when getting along with him and was extremely familiar with the Yuxu Sect was this cheap junior brother.

The most important thing is that his junior brother has a lot of teleportation talismans in his hands, so drawing talismans is as easy as eating and drinking water.

Apart from being harsh in his words, he has no other bad habits.

His cultivation level is acceptable. As long as you talk to him nicely, this junior brother can help you accomplish anything.

A must-have for home and travel, good news for people with social anxiety.

As expected, Baili Changhuan interrupted as soon as he heard the first sentence: "Who is your friend?! Humph! Stop flattering yourself."

After cursing, he raised his chin and said, "Tell me, where are we going next? You don't know the way and you're wandering around. If I get lost, who knows what people will say about me! Don't even think of accusing me of harming my fellow disciples for the position of sect leader!"

Yan Huailiu automatically filtered his words: "Go to Zhang Zhenchuan's grave, the one who died after his blood was sucked dry. Do you know where it is?"

"What don't I know? I just happened to pass by when I was returning to the spirit world. Come on, I'll take you there."

Baili Changhuan turned around and led the way, muttering, "Do you know him? Why are you going to his grave? Why are you digging up graves? I'm telling you, I won't help you do such a wicked thing, nor will I cover up for you..."

Yan Huailiu pretended that he had no ears and followed closely nervously, fearing that he would meet someone else.

Baili Changhuan looked at his expression and didn't ask any more questions. He naturally blocked him on the inside of the path and chose a path where no one would pass by.

Seeing the small grave mound in the field from a distance, Yan Huailiu's eyes dimmed: "Junior brother, just wait for me here, I will be back soon."

Baili Changhuan responded and leaned against a tree trunk nearby to observe Yan Huailiu's movements, with a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.

Yan Huailiu squatted down, dug a small hole, buried the soil in his hand in it, and pressed hard on it.

"I'm sorry, if I had been more cautious, if I had heard the news earlier and rushed here, you might not have died..."

"I'm sorry, I can only bury you together like this..."

…

He kept talking, almost every word was an apology, and the air pressure around him was getting lower and lower.

Baili Changhuan frowned as he watched, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He spat out the grass in his mouth, strode over and pulled the man up: "Are you planning to bury yourself in there too? Do you want me to open the coffin for you, or do you want me to dig another hole for you next to it?"

Yan Huailiu was stunned for a moment: "No, no need, just a few words."

"He's been dead for so long, he's already entered the cycle of reincarnation. He can't hear you." Baili Changhuan pulled off the canteen from his waist, frowned, and ordered, "Stretch out your hand."

Yan Huailiu did as he was told in a daze, and the water washed away the dirt on his hands.

I heard my junior apprentice's impatient voice: "The dead cannot be resurrected. Even if you knew each other, there's no need to grieve for so long. Besides, this is his fate, what does it have to do with you? If anyone is to blame, it should be that evil monster."

Although the tone was not nice, his words were full of concern.

Yan Huailiu felt a pang in his heart and responded in a low voice: "I see. I just feel that if I had been more cautious, they might not have died."

"Some things can't be changed by your caution. Fate is like this. Even if you change one line, another line will regenerate, leading to the original ending. Master once said that we cultivators must learn to follow fate."

Baili Changhuan comforted him casually.

Yan Huailiu couldn't control his panic, his eyelids twitching violently. He grabbed Baili Changhuan's sleeve and said, "Is it useless? The ending has already been decided, can't it be changed?"

"Hiss... Are you dirty? You!" Baili Changhuan was about to get angry when he saw Yan Huailiu's somewhat panicked look.

He was silent for a moment, then decisively changed his tone: "Not necessarily. Well, that old man from Xuanyue Palace always talks about how cultivation is against the will of heaven, doesn't he? Master also said that man can conquer nature. Anyway, if you want to change, you can change."

"I'm not asking you to keep worrying about whether or not to save this person. I'm just saying, oh my! Why are you so annoying! This person is already dead and there's no way he'll come back to life. You can change everything except this one thing, okay?"

"Anyway, your cultivation is so high, you can do whatever you want. Even if you want to swallow up a few sects on a whim, it will be easy. Do you understand?"

Baili Changhuan is not good at comforting people at all, and his words are incoherent.

Yan Huailiu actually listened to it: "You are right, my cultivation is very high, I can definitely change things that others can't change."

Baili Changhuan snorted and rolled his eyes: "Yeah, you're so good, you even rub mud on other people's clothes."

Yan Huailiu touched the tip of his nose: "I didn't mean it."

"I don't care whether you did it on purpose or not! Let's go back quickly. I don't have the habit of chatting at other people's graves." Baili Changhuan was annoyed to death.

Before they were about to walk out of the woods, Yan Huailiu grabbed him again, and his ears turned red with anxiety.

"Junior brother, can you help me again?"

Baili Changhuan stared at him and said, "Speak."

Yan Huailiu pulled out a large bag of spirit stones from his bosom and stuffed it into his hand: "There is a clothing store in town. I remember the owner there made several sets of clothes for Xingyun. I didn't have time to pick them up. Can you..."

"Don't you have legs? Go by yourself! You're using me as your apprentice, right?"

Baili Changhuan was angry. Why did he come out with them? Was it to get clothes for that kid Gu Xingyun?

Whoever wants to go can go!

"I, I'll wait for you here." Yan Huailiu looked at him eagerly: "Please, Junior Brother."

He would never go out and let the people see him again. He had not yet recovered from the embarrassment of being socially disgraced.

This is the important reason for dragging Baili Changhuan out.

Yan Huailiu knew that this junior brother was a tough-mouthed but soft-hearted person, so he simply took out the usual Yu Ziheng's coquettish attitude in front of him and shook Baili Changhuan's sleeve: "Please, junior brother, you are the best..."

Baili Changhuan got goose bumps all over his body, pulled back his sleeves with all his strength, and walked out cursing: "Are you sick?"