In the bamboo courtyard, there was a coffin, waiting for the funeral.
Besides Yin Ruoxu and Shen Yu, there were only some maids in the courtyard standing nearby.
No one else.
Jiang Niannian was kneeling in front of the coffin, crying heartbrokenly.
Shen Yu said: "Master, the corpse has been examined... He is indeed dead. Please accept my condolences."
Yin Ruoxu looked at the pale face of the person in the coffin, feeling neither sad nor happy. He waved his hands and sighed, "Everyone has their own destiny. Forget it. Send him to the foot of the mountain and bury him." He turned and left.
There is a cemetery in Rimu, called "Green Bird Tomb". It is uneven and covers a large area. The souls of many heroes rest here.
According to the rules set by our ancestors, all disciples of Rimu Li, as long as they have not committed any serious mistakes, should be buried here, with a tombstone erected to record their life stories.
Jiang Niannian rolled her eyes in her heart. It is said that all parents in the world are pitiful, but this sect leader is so cruel that he would rather send his son to the mountain to be buried than let him rest in peace in the Green Bird Tomb.
How unwelcome this is.
"Young Master, please take me with you. I won't live anymore!"
In line with her professional ethics of acting out her role, Jiang Niannian knelt on the ground, crying her heart out. When the coffin was being carried, she held on to it and refused to let anyone else carry it. Shen Yu pulled her with a dark face and said softly, "If you don't let go, the effect of the fake death pill will wear off."
What I meant was, it was an over-act.
"Oh..." Jiang Niannian withdrew her hand awkwardly. There was bright red stuff between her ten fingers and the gaps between her nails. It vaguely looked like red paint.
Several disciples carried the coffin down the mountain. Shen Yuchong waved to the disciples carrying the coffin and said, "You are no longer needed here."
"Yes, Holy Lord." The disciples bowed respectfully and left.
"Awooo~" Coal Ball caught up from behind. It had eaten so well recently that it had gained weight.
Jiang Niannian lifted the coffin lid, and after a while, Yin Li opened his eyes and sat up. It seemed that the effect of the medicine had worn off.
Shen Yu handed over a scroll: "This is the map of the Guiyuan Array."
Jiang Niannian took it and said, "Then the Taoist Siming..."
Shen Yu sneered, "You don't have to worry about Shi Jing. Two years ago, his spirit suddenly became unstable for some reason, as if he had suffered a backlash. Some time ago, it was revealed that the Netherworld's evil spirit had descended into the world, and his spiritual power was greatly damaged. At least, he won't be able to use magic again in the next 20 years, unless he wants to die."
What is the Dark Evil Seed? It's not mentioned in the book.
Someone pulled at the hem of his clothes, and Xiao Yinli frowned, obviously impatient.
Jiang Niannian said gently: "Thank you, Saint Lord. I will repay you well in the future. Now we part."
Shen Yu sneered: "First get out alive."
Jiang Niannian nodded and shouted, "Fuck! Unsheath!"
The jade-green sword at his waist moved slightly, and with a flash of light, the sword was unsheathed and stopped in front of Jiang Niannian.
Yin Li: “…”
Coal Ball: “…”
The corner of Shen Yu's mouth twitched: "...The name of your sword is quite unique."
Jiang Niannian laughed dryly, hugged Yin Li and Meiqiu, and said goodbye to Shen Yu: "Saint Lord, see you later!"
Shen Yu chuckled. This woman was indeed a little different from other women.
He looked at Yin Lili's retreating back, feeling vaguely uneasy. He had an inexplicable feeling that a golden unicorn was a creature in a pond that would transform into a dragon once it encountered storms.
In the evening, the two arrived at Huaijiang City, which was very close to the Guiyuan Camp.
There were a lot of people at this time and it was very lively. The storyteller was waving a fan on the stage and the vendors were shouting and hawking their wares on the roadside.
"Tanghulu! Sweet and sour Tanghulu!"
Jiang Niannian looked in the direction of the sound. The hawthorns were round and red, covered with a layer of shiny sugar coating, which looked quite tempting.
The baby will probably like it.
She took Yin Li's hand and walked over, asking, "How much is this Tanghulu?"
"Girl, one only costs one spirit stone."
"Okay." Jiang Niannian took one and handed it to Yin Li.
"Nian Nian, eat first." Xiao Yinli held up the candied haws, her red eyes shining brightly. She had gained some baby fat in the past few days and looked better than before.
Although he still looked a bit sickly, he didn't have the rotting look that other patients have.
At most, her face is a little gaudy, with narrow eyes that are slightly raised at the ends, and she is incredibly beautiful.
"Thank you, young master." Jiang Niannian took a bite of one. As soon as it entered her mouth, the sour, sweet, soft and glutinous taste went straight to her heart.
Yin Li asked, "Is it sweet?"
"sweet."
"Awooo awooo~" Coal Ball jumped up, bowed with both hands, and stared straight at Tanghulu with his black eyes.
Yin Li understood, took two and gave them to it, then started eating.
The shadow cast by Jiang Niannian covered Yin Li's lowered face. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said, "From now on, don't call me Young Master... Niannian, give me a name."
"But people only choose their names when they are 20 years old."
Yin Li slowly raised his eyes and looked at the dark and deep color in her eyes: "But, Yin Li is already dead, isn't she? Nian Nian... I don't want to be Yin Li anymore..."
There seemed to be tears in his eyes, he looked very pitiful. How could Jiang Niannian not obey him?
She thought for a moment and said, "How about calling...Buqi, Yin Buqi?"
“Yin Buqi…” Yin Li raised his eyebrows, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips: “Just call me this name, and I will never leave Nian Nian!”
"You." Jiang Niannian tapped his brow and smiled indulgently: "It's getting late, let's go find an inn first."
From this moment on, Yin Li was dead, and only Yin Buqi remained in this world.
This name was given to him by her. Wherever Jiang Niannian is, that is his home.
"Um."
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The last ray of light from the setting sun gradually faded, and several red lanterns lit up on the street.
There were not many pedestrians, but the night had just begun.
Turning the corner, Jiang Niannian heard a sound in her ears.
She is a Yuanying monk, so her hearing is naturally much more sensitive than that of ordinary people.
She followed the sound and it became clearer and clearer.
In an inconspicuous, deserted alley.
Zhao Anming looked at the ferocious-looking men in front of him and felt that he was extremely unlucky.
He heard that Rimu was full of stunning beauties, and he finally persuaded his father to let him practice in Rimu. However, not long after he left, he accidentally got separated from his servants and was forced into this remote and deserted alley by these people.
He had never suffered such injustice since he was a child, and he could not help but say angrily: "Who are you? You hit me with a stick as soon as you meet me."
"Robber! Can't you see? Hand over all the valuables on you!" The leader, who had a greasy face and a full beard, shouted at him.
Zhao Anming, to put it in a positive way, is a rebellious person who is fearless. To put it in a negative way, he is a scoundrel. He has been well protected by his family since he was a child, and has never suffered any hardship, which has caused his father a lot of worry.
At this moment, Zhao Anming's rebellious psychology was aroused by the man's roar.
He pouted: "I have money, but I won't give it to you. I'm just playing around."
"You're looking for a beating!" The man with the mustache hit him with a stick.
Zhao Anming was beaten so hard that he trembled all over, but he still said, "Hey, it doesn't hurt!"
Seeing that he was looking for a beating, the man with the mustache hit him with another stick: "Does it hurt?"
Zhao Anming continued to be stubborn: "It doesn't hurt!"
"Does it hurt? Does it hurt? I'm just asking you if it hurts!"
"If it doesn't hurt, then it doesn't hurt... Oh my god, stop, stop, stop!" Zhao Anming bared his teeth and dodged to the side: "Can you stop spanking me? Put away your stick and I'll give you money."
This time it was the man with the sideburns who was unhappy: "You said you don't want to fight me? I'm telling you, I'll take the money today, and I'll still beat you up!"