She remembered that the book said that Shen Yu was a man who thought highly of himself and always carried a white jade flute named "Xiu Bai" with him, which he never played but just hung around his waist.

Jiang Niannian looked around and her eyes were almost dazzled. There were so many monks with white jade flutes on their waists. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. Since she couldn't find Shen Yu, she could let Shen Yu come to find her!

She quietly splashed the wine in front of her on herself.

A scream broke out from the crowd, attracting the attention of all the monks.

Jiang Niannian was lying on the ground, twitching all over, covered in blood, foaming at the mouth, holding the female monk next to her with one hand, and kept muttering: "Hurry... go find Saint Fuhua, I'm almost dying..."

The female cultivator was so frightened that her face turned pale, so the scream naturally came from her.

"Quick, go and ask for help from the Holy Lord Fuhua, someone is in trouble here, and it seems he is suffering from epilepsy!"

The monks were whispering to each other, and soon a young man in a pink robe and carrying a medicine box came over.

Everyone respectfully gave way to him.

He stood and glanced at Jiang Niannian lying on the ground, his expression somewhat gloomy.

She sneered, "Pretending to be sick? Whose maid are you? You are so brave!"

Jiang Niannian's heart skipped a beat. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at the goose-yellow bow tie on the boy's waist. The corner of her mouth twitched: "Who are you? Don't be naughty, kid. Go play somewhere else."

The young man's eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his pair of dark and gilded eyes glanced at him casually, arrogantly. He looked at Jiang Niannian with a look that looked like a mentally retarded person, and said coldly: "Didn't you pretend to be sick to lure me here? Who are you pretending to be stupid for now?"

Although the novel did not describe the appearance of the Holy Lord Fuhua, Jiang Niannian really could not connect the four words "Holy Lord Fuhua" with the young man in front of her who was wearing a pink dress and a bow tie.

She said, "You are really burning newspapers at graves - you are fooling the devil. If you are the Holy Lord Fuhua, why don't you have a white jade flute around your waist?"

Just as the young man was about to speak, a maid squeezed through the crowd, hurried up to him, and said, "Saint Lord, I found the white jade flute that you couldn't find this morning. It fell under the bed."

Boy: Raised his eyebrows coldly.

Jiang Niannian: Petrified on the spot.

Damn, this is too embarrassing. The Afang Palace on my feet is already being picked at.

Jiang Niannian was so ashamed that her face turned slightly red.

But in Shen Yu's eyes, Jiang Niannian was fascinated by his handsome appearance. After all, there were countless women in this world who admired him.

He waved his hand: "All gone."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the music and singing started again, creating an extremely lively atmosphere.

Shen Yu glanced at Jiang Niannian and said, "There won't be a next time."

Turned around and was about to leave.

Shen Yu's body stiffened when his thigh was hugged, and then his brows slightly wrinkled: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Niannian raised her face and smiled at him, her tone somewhat flattering: "Saint Lord, I have long heard that you are extraordinary and have superb medical skills. You are the best in this world and no one dares to claim to be second. Today, I see that your reputation is indeed worthy of your name. In my life, I wish I could be crazy for you, mad for you, and bang my head against the wall for you! Today, I am not teasing you on purpose, but I want to meet you and ask you to do me a favor, a small favor, hehe."

This woman really admired him and even made eyes at him.

Shen Yu coughed to cover up and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Niannian asked tentatively, "The Saint King is well versed in medicine, I wonder if he can restore my spiritual roots?"

"Of course I can."

Hearing this, Jiang Niannian let go of Shen Yu, knelt down in front of him, and said solemnly: "To be honest, my young master Yin Li has been disabled for two years. He suffers from illness every day and is living a life worse than death. I beg you to diagnose and treat my young master."

Hearing this, Shen Yu's face darkened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, containing a hint of sneer: "I can heal everyone in this world, except him."

"Why?! They say that doctors have a kind heart. Just because of his unfounded fate, you treat him like this? He is still a child!" Jiang Niannian asked unwillingly.

Shen Yu was unwilling to stay any longer, so he left without a trace.

Why didn't you save him? Why!

In the book, the heroine was injured and was saved by Shen Yu. After the heroine recovered, she often went to Yaowang Valley to help him in order to repay him. Over time, under the influence of the heroine's halo, Shen Yu gradually fell in love with the heroine and became one of the seven men who had an unclear relationship with her.

The heroine relied on Shen Yu to cure Yin Li and took good care of him, which made Yin Li, who was extremely lacking in love, fall in love with her.

But it will still be sixteen years before the heroine meets her son. Does he really have to endure sixteen years of hellish suffering? !

Jiang Niannian knelt on the spot, tears falling. After a long time, she stood up, wiped her tears, and walked down the mountain.

As the sky gradually darkened, the laughter on Erzhu Peak continued as usual. Everyone was chatting and laughing over the wine and meat, and their demeanor was extraordinary.

Jiang Niannian walked alone on the three thousand stone steps. The bloody sunset stretched her shadow very long, making her look a little lonely.

When we returned to the bamboo courtyard, it was already night.

She saw Yin Li sitting alone on the steps in front of the house, with Meiqiu lying beside him, already asleep.

His overly thin profile took on a beautiful cold white hue. Covered by the cool moonlight, it looked like flawless white jade, adding a touch of gloom and eccentricity.

Jiang Niannian felt that something was wrong with him and sat down next to him.

"Why are you here..."

Just as I was about to touch his head, my hand was just avoided.

Maybe he's in a bad mood and needs to be coaxed.

Jiang Niannian said with a smile: "Master, I am wrong. Look, these five hundred spirit stones can buy you some new clothes..."

He waved his hand and knocked the spirit stone to the ground.

"fraud."

Jiang Niannian was stunned.

Yin Li looked at her, the corners of his narrow eyes slightly raised, his red pupils full of gloom, like a hell surging with lava, with tears accumulating inside.

In the distance, there are warm lights and laughter, but they have nothing to do with him.

He should have been used to it long ago, but now his heart felt like it was about to break. It was all because of this woman, who gave him a little warmth, but suddenly took it away.

He was too into the role, and she was taking it lightly.

The grievances accumulated deep in the heart will burst out like a tsunami as soon as a gap is opened.

Yin Li's eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn't shed any tears, but she began to sob in her throat: "You said you wouldn't leave me, you said you would always be with me, but today is my birthday, why... why did you leave me alone?"

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