The Hidden Flower Sword Master looked at Jiang Niannian's departing back, his eyes moved slightly, and he waved his hand, saying, "All gone."

As he said this, he asked someone to carry the wooden barrel filled with spiritual water and left.

The disciples left in a crowd.

Yin Buqi froze in place.

His pupils constricted and he looked at his empty hands in disbelief, not grabbing anything.

He clenched his hands into fists, and his blood seemed to be burning into a ball of fire.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

A close friend of the disciple with the broken arm said, "What a pity! If I were the master of this beast, I would have stabbed him to death with my sword a long time ago. How could I... ugh!"

Yin Buqi grabbed his throat fiercely, his eyes violent, and the obedient and pitiful appearance he had just pretended to keep Jiang Niannian disappeared completely: "Say what you just said again."

The disciple thought he spoke quietly, but he didn't expect his hearing to be so sharp. He was shocked and didn't dare to say another word.

"I'll let you speak!"

He increased the strength in his hands, his whole body trembled, he lost his mind, tightly grasped the man's neck, and growled at him.

If he kills these people, will his master come back and punish him?

The crazy thought made his eyes turn bloodshot.

"Um!"

The disciple's breathing became difficult, his face flushed, and his struggle became weak.

Yin Buqi was stunned for a moment, his red eyes widened, madness and clarity flashing in them.

He let go.

You can’t do this. Master will be angry.

"Yes, Master is angry, I have to go and comfort her... She won't abandon me." He stumbled away like a madman, muttering: "Master must have returned to Kunlun Mountain, she must have... I'll go back and wait for Master..."

…

Jiang Niannian walked through the smoke and strolled through the monotonous heaven where there was nothing interesting to see.

Every place is so clean that there is not a speck of dust or debris to be found.

She recalled the day she hurried to check on the Kunlun Immortal Tree.

Kunlun is covered with snow all year round, with the main peak reflecting the dark sky and the mountain top shrouded in misty clouds.

The immortal tree also stood quietly on the cliff, without any major harm.

But that day, she clearly felt something strange in her heart that she had never felt before.

My chest felt stuffy and I couldn't even breathe. I almost couldn't stand.

She didn't understand, nor did she want to understand. She just felt that there was nothing to be nostalgic about in this world, so she returned to heaven.

Who would have thought that as soon as she returned, she heard from her clone that Yin Buqi was dead.

She calculated again and again, but she couldn't figure out Yin Buqi's fate.

Every day she looked at the world through the Floating World Mirror, trying to see if she could help Yin Buqi find his remaining soul. After all, they were master and disciple, and she wanted to pray for a way for him to be reincarnated, but she couldn't find even a trace of it.

A hundred days have passed since Yin Buqi left.

One day in heaven is one year on earth.

In the human world, Yin Buqi had been dead for a hundred years.

She suddenly hoped desperately that Yin Buqi was the real Emperor Jiuyin, because in that case, he would definitely be reborn.

She felt empty inside and had less and less energy to manage worldly affairs, so she handed over the affairs of heaven to her clone and went to the house at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

But during this walk, her clone suddenly said something incoherent to her: "This is your heaven. As long as you come back, you can continue to be spotless and admired by all generations."

But she was in a hurry and didn't hear the clone continue: "Why can I only be your shadow..."

…

The foot of Mount Kunlun.

There was a drizzle outside the window, and soon it turned into a heavy rain.

There were thunder and lightning, and the rain was so heavy that it seemed as if it would swallow up everything in the world.

Jiang Niannian sat on the bed, staring blankly at the red candles on the table, and entered a state of meditation.

I don't know how long it was, but I heard the sound of a clean cloth carrying water next to me, and a shadow came over her in front of her, and a warm cloth gently wiped her face.

who?!

She wanted to speak, but she found that all the spiritual veins in her body were blocked. The slightest movement would cause her to feel unbearable pain.

She couldn't help but be terrified.

In this world, is there anyone who can seal her spiritual veins? !

She waited quietly for a while.

The man didn't seem to want to hurt her. After wiping her face, he reached out and untied the belt around her waist.

Jiang Niannian was suddenly frightened again. Why did he take off her clothes?

She opened her eyes with some effort, but still saw only darkness.

Her temple was throbbing and a tearing sensation was rising and falling throughout her head.

Suddenly, a somewhat cold hand touched her lips.

She found that she could finally speak, "Who are you?!"

In the darkness, the cold hand moved downwards with a moderate force, caressing her jade-like body. "Master, are you awake?"

Lightly.

Slow twist.

He said teasingly, "Master, you'd better not act rashly now."

Then, the other party's deep voice rang in my ears, "If the spiritual veins are broken and Master faints from the pain, I will be sad."

He called her Master? He called himself his disciple?

But, but her apprentice, her only apprentice, died a hundred years ago, and not even a trace of his soul could be found.

The voice was familiar yet strange. She was a little excited and for a moment she didn't care about the embarrassment of being touched by the other party. She asked in disbelief, "Who are you?"

"Master, you can't even recognize your disciple's voice? I'm so sad. It seems that Master has completely forgotten about me."

The other person's hands became more wanton, peeling her naked like an egg, and his tone of anger and resentment was like a child's complaint.

"I have imagined this countless times... Master's skin is really as soft and moist as I imagined. It turns pink with just a gentle touch."

"Even the fingertips are pink, so pretty."

Jiang Niannian was suddenly overwhelmed with shame. She wanted to escape, but she felt an excruciating pain all over her body. She trembled and said, "...You won't give up?"

"Thank you, Master, for still remembering my name."

It is impossible to tell from the other person's voice whether he is happy or angry.

"Buqi, is it really you!? You're still alive!?"

"Of course my disciple is still alive," Yin Buqi sneered, "but from what Master said, it seems that he is very disappointed."

Jiang Niannian shook her head: "How could it be! I am so happy that you can come back! In fact, I have been regretting it all the time. I shouldn't have left you alone. I really regret it..."

When she thought that the person opposite her was most likely Yin Buqi, her heart began to surge.

In fact, she has been blaming herself, wondering if she had not left, he would not have died.

"Master, your sincere and heartfelt expression almost moved me."

Yin Buqi suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Niannian's hand and put it on his head, leaning down to press down, "Unfortunately, I have already recognized the true face of Master, and I dare not believe in Master like this anymore."