Fengyue Temple.

The maid stood in the corridor, not daring to make a sound, for fear of bringing bad luck to her master inside. But it was too late. Once they received the invitation from their master, disaster would have been imminent.

Sure enough, almost immediately, a cup was thrown out of the house, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Song Lianyi's beautiful face was as gloomy as the rain. He tightly grasped the invitation in his hand and said, "Get ready. I want to go to Tianshui Sect immediately."

As soon as the words fell, the maids in the corridor knelt on the ground.

"Abbess, the madam is not well yet. If you leave at this time, she will be sad." said the leading maid.

Song Lianyi pursed his lips, then loosened them after a while, "Then let me watch them become a Taoist couple?" His eyes became a little scary, and he used a shark silk ribbon to tie up the maid who was talking, "Tell me the truth, is mother's illness real or fake?"

A few months ago, Zhongli Yueshui came out of seclusion. He avoided the limelight and temporarily left Tianshui Sect. His original intention was to stay outside Tianshui Sect and wait for the right opportunity to take Fang Chaozhou away.

He had already found out that Fang Chaozhou had lost his memory. As long as the person was in his hands, that heart would always be his. However, his mother was seriously ill, so he had to rush back to Fengyue Temple first, leaving only a group of people guarding outside Tianshui Sect.

In the past few months, his mother's illness has not been cured, and the people he sent out were all useless and could not find out any information about Fang Chaozhou.

He wanted to leave Fengyue Temple several times and go look for people, but just as he was about to leave, his mother, who could still get out of bed and walk, fell ill and passed out.

He had no choice but to come back.

Because of his mother's illness, he couldn't go anywhere and could only stay in Fengyue Temple. He waited until he received a wedding invitation.

Fang Chaozhou and Xue Danrong are going to become Taoist couple.

This wedding invitation was not for him, but for Piao Miao Manor, but it was snatched away by his maid and delivered to him.

Song Lianyi is not a fool. He couldn't get any news about Fang Chaozhou before. Now that Fang Chaozhou is getting married, the wedding invitation was immediately sent to him. Who would believe that this was not intentional?

The tied-up maid didn't dare to say anything and just kept shaking her head. Song Lianyi had already guessed who was behind the incident. He exerted force with his hands, and the ribbon naturally tightened. The tied maid immediately turned pale and vomited blood, but she dared not make a sound.

Song Lianyi looked coldly at the person who betrayed him. He exerted more force and heard a muffled groan. The person fell to the ground. The person next to him was shaking like a sieve, but Song Lianyi seemed not to see or hear anything. He let go of the blood-stained ribbon and strode out.

He instantly arrived at his mother's courtyard. He didn't even look at the maids who were greeting him, but rushed in. The maids couldn't stop him, "Abbess, abbess, the lady has just fallen asleep. If we go in now, it will be..."

"Get out!" Song Lianyi knocked all those people to the ground with one palm and pushed the door open. The wind blowing in from the door rolled up the hanging gauze curtain. Behind the gauze curtain, a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes was sitting on the beauty couch. She looked at Song Lianyi who had barged in, gently waved the round fan in her hand, and said to the maids who followed in: "Go out, I'll talk to Yi'er."

The door was closed from the outside by the maid who went out.

Song Lianyi lifted the veil and threw the wedding invitation in her hand onto the beauty couch. "Mother, did you do this on purpose?"

Madam Heying, the head of Fengyue Temple, glanced at the wedding invitation and blinked her peach blossom eyes, which were exactly the same as Song Lianyi's. "What do you mean I did it on purpose? Your mother is not so capable as to ask others to marry. My dear son, who wants to marry a Taoist couple? Why are you so angry?"

"You know." Song Lianyi said through gritted teeth.

Madam He Ying waved the round fan in her hand again, "Oh, is it that disciple of the Tianshui Sect? I didn't expect that he is not dead. You and he are old acquaintances. If he wants to find a Taoist partner, I will send someone to deliver a gift. You don't need to come in person. They didn't send you a wedding invitation."

"It's really my mother. She was pretending to be ill from the beginning to the end, right? Why?" Song Lianyi's eyes were full of anger.

He had clearly seen Fang Chaozhou, and he was just one step away from catching him. As long as he takes Fang Chaozhou away from Tianshui Sect, he can guarantee that no one in this world can find Fang Chaozhou except him.

But now Fang Chaozhou wants to form a Taoist partner with someone else.

"You ask me why? Why not ask yourself. Yi'er, what have you done in the past five or six years?" The smile on Madam Heying's face slowly faded. "On the surface, you have expanded the business of the nunnery, but in fact, you rely on the business to find people. You got a good result in the top ten in the cultivation conference that year. What about now? You are unwilling to participate in the past few years, and your cultivation has been completely wasted."

Her beautiful eyes turned cold. "And I have also made it clear that the Fang Chaozhou you like doesn't like you at all. So what if you bring him back? What did I teach you in the beginning? It's better to choose the one who loves you than the one you love. Besides, is your Fang Chaozhou a good person? He has provoked one after another. Not to mention the Dark Soul Sect, I heard from the maid next to you that Sect Master Zhongli seems to have a special relationship with Fang Chaozhou."

"The reason why Fengyue Temple has been able to stand firm for so many years is that we have good relations with both the righteous and evil sects. Now that you are at odds with the Dark Soul Sect, I will follow your lead, but you must not offend the Tianshui Sect."

Song Lianyi laughed angrily, "Just because you are afraid of Tianshui Sect?"

Madam He Ying said calmly, "It's not because I'm afraid, but because I think it's unnecessary. What's yours will always be yours, and what's not yours will be useless to fight for. Does Fang Chaozhou like you? Has he ever looked at you straight in the eye? What if you bring him back?" She lowered her voice a lot for the rest of the conversation, "I was like you back then, thinking that as long as I worked hard, that person would always see me, but look at me, even if I gave birth to his child, he was unwilling to come back to me."

"Yier, don't follow my old path. This path doesn't have..." Madam Heying was rudely interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

"I want to go." Song Lianyi took a step forward and grabbed the wedding invitation on the couch. "Six years ago, I gave up once. I don't want to give up this time. Even if he marries someone else, it doesn't matter. If he kidnaps her and hides her, she will still be mine."

He left as soon as he finished speaking. Madam He Ying was so angry that she threw the fan in her hand to the ground and said, "Stop!"

Song Lianyi kept walking until he heard the weak breathing of a woman behind him, then he froze in place. After a moment, he turned back and walked to the beauty bed. Madam Heying, who had a rosy complexion just now, now looked pale. She stretched out her rouge-painted hand, grabbed Song Lianyi's arm, and her eyes were sad.

"Yier, will you listen to me? You know, although I survived the Spirit Severing Stage Thunder Tribulation, I managed to survive with the help of a bunch of magical instruments and treasures. Now my body is in a dilapidated state. I am just hiding it from people outside and letting them think that I am fine. I am afraid that if they find out, they will think that our Fengyue Temple is easy to bully. I probably won't live for many more years. Before I die, I want to see you really support Fengyue Temple. If you really like Fang Chaozhou, you can go find him after I leave, okay?"

"Mother." Song Lianyi's eyes were already red, not sure if it was because of Madam Heying's physical condition or because of Madam Heying's next words.

"You are the most obedient child, right? Mother knows that you like him, but now is not the right time. Yier, since you don't mind him becoming a Taoist partner with someone else, then we will wait until you get through the thunder tribulation of the distraction period, and then go find him." Madam Heying said in a sad tone.

Song Lianyi closed his eyes. His hands had already crumpled the gilded wedding invitation into a ball. "I mind, I mind..."

He just kept repeating these words, and Madam Heying already knew Song Lianyi's decision. She hugged her son distressedly and said, "Okay, mother knows you feel bad. When you become a Spirit Severing cultivator, if I am still alive, I will help you get Fang Chaozhou even if it costs me my life." After a pause, she said, "Don't go to the ceremony this time, so as not to feel bad. You just stay in the nunnery and practice well. As long as you become a Spirit Severing cultivator, mother promises you that Fang Chaozhou will be yours, no matter who his Taoist partner was before. Even if Zhongli Yueshui comes to ask for him, I won't give him to him."

Song Lianyi didn't say anything, as if she agreed.

Six years ago, he stepped back, and six years later, the situation reappeared.

He loosened his grip and let the wedding invitation in his hand fall to the ground, turning into waste paper.

Dark Soul Gate.

After changing today's medicine, Li Yiye looked at the thing that had just been delivered to him, a bright red invitation. He knew what was inside without even opening it.

"Have you shown it to Li Zhu?" he asked.

The demon cultivator next to him replied, "It has been given to the young sect master..." He was cut off before he could finish his words.

"What? Are you making a fuss about going to Tianshui Sect?" Li Yiye raised his eyebrows.

The demon cultivator nodded awkwardly.

"Let him go. What can happen with his current level of cultivation? He will just come back crying again out of anger." Li Yiye already knew how Li Zhu came back to Anhunmen crying that night.

During these days, Li Zhu did not go anywhere, did not read any storybooks, and devoted himself to cultivation all day long.

The demon cultivators were in a more difficult situation. "But if we let the young sect master go, wouldn't that be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth? Those people in the Tianshui Sect are not good people. The young sect master almost died at the hands of Xue Danrong last time."

After hearing this, Li Yiye could not help but smile. Not only did Li Zhu almost die at the hands of Xue Danrong, he almost died at the hands of Xue Danrong as well. If Fang Chaozhou hadn't given him the Full Moon Umbrella, he would probably have died in that damn place called Chunhe Barrier.

"If he wants to go, let him go, and bring more people with him." Li Yiye ordered.

Not long after, someone broke into his temple.

Li Zhu seemed to have grown taller in the past few months. His face, which had some baby fat before, had become completely thinner, and his facial features had obviously become more three-dimensional and sharp. The only thing that remained unchanged was his cat-like eyes, but the emotion in them had also changed.

"Why don't you go, Dad? Are you giving up just like that?" Li Zhu strode to Li Yiye's desk. He supported the desk with both hands, his eyes filled with hatred and sadness.

"You see me in this state now, how can I go?" Li Yiye lifted his robe to show Li Zhu the wound on his chest. It is said that the Full Moon Umbrella can bring the dead back to life, but after he took the Full Moon Umbrella, the wound on his chest did not heal and it was even more painful every night.

Not only was the wound from Xue Danrong's stab painful, but even the scar from Fang Chaozhou's injury a few years ago was aching.

Li Zhu looked at the cloth that was bleeding right after the dressing was changed, and frowned. He turned around and said bitterly, "So, let them become Taoist couples? I don't want to go. If Dad doesn't want to go, I won't go. I will go alone. Even if I can't bring Fang Chaozhou back, I will die on him."

Li Yiye didn't comment. He waited for Li Zhu to take a few steps before he spoke, "Wait."

Li Zhu turned around and said, "Dad, don't try to persuade me. I will definitely go. You can find someone to have a child with to inherit the Dark Soul Sect."

"I'm not trying to persuade you. I just want to ask you, do you want to go with Song Lianyi?" Li Yiye asked.

Li Zhu was startled at first, then became furious, "Why should I go with that little bitch?"

In recent years, he has been looking for people to write fan fiction about him and Fang Chaozhou. Everything was going well until that guy Song Lianyi got too nosy. He would look for someone, and Song Lianyi would tie them up. Later on, no one dared to help him write, even if he offered a very high salary.

There are not many people in this world who value money over their lives.

Li Yiye said, "If you go alone, what are your chances of taking Fang Chaozhou away?" He used the brush in his hand to stir the cup beside him, and the originally clear water instantly became extremely turbid. "Why don't you let Song Lianyi take action first and mess up the couples' meeting, and then you kidnap him secretly?"

Li Zhu's expression slowly changed, as if he was thinking about this possibility. After a while, he said, "What if Song Lianyi doesn't go?"

"Do you think he will go?" Li Yiye asked back.

Li Zhu hesitated a little, "I don't know either. What if that little girl doesn't dare to offend the Tianshui Sect..."

"If he doesn't make a move, then you can wait for the movement from his end." Li Yiye put down the brush and took out something and put it on the table. "This thing can preserve your soul. Even if you die, I still have a way to reincarnate you."

When Li Zhu saw the thing on the table, his expression became worse. He recognized it as a soul-protecting bead. "Dad, are you sure I'm dead?"

Li Yiye nodded calmly.

Li Zhu gritted his teeth, and he walked forward and picked up the soul-protecting bead on the table, "If I die, I'll die. If not at his hands, then at his hands." He tightly grasped the bead in his hand, "Dad, but I have a rule first, if I really bring him back, you are not allowed to touch him, he is mine."

Li Yiye leaned back, because this action involved the wound, and it was a bit painful. His eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, as if he had lost a lot of hostility, "Yeah."

When Li Zhu heard this "hmm", her expression did not ease, but she became a little angry, "Dad, I look down on you. You actually gave up like this. You don't deserve to be with Fang Chaozhou."

He then walked out without looking back.

But when he walked out the door, his steps slowed down, and his back, which had been straight just now, lost its strength.

It’s so tiring to like someone who doesn’t like you.

It would be great if Fang Chaozhou could also like him, but the way Fang Chaozhou looked at him became more and more impatient, and it was obviously not like this at the beginning.

When they were outside the Gilded Cave, Fang Chaozhou told him that he was tired and if he wanted to play, they could do it next time.

But when is the next time that Fang Chaozhou mentioned?