She was staring in a trance when Yin Buqi slowly opened his eyes.

"Nian Nian is awake?" His eyes were full of smiles, mixed with a hint of laziness and fear.

"Yeah." Jiang Niannian nodded, shook the iron chain on her hand and said, "This, can you untie it?"

"Okay." Yin Buqi withdrew his hand from her waist, and the iron chain on his hand disappeared.

Jiang Niannian then realized that the reason she didn't feel sore was because Yin Buqi had been using his spiritual power to massage her waist last night, relaxing her meridians and promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

She looked at Yin Buqi with some emotion.

But she didn't know that she cried all night last night, causing her eyes to be red and watery, making people want to bully her.

Yin Buqi's red eyes darkened and he held the person in his arms.

It has happened so many times, how could Jiang Niannian not understand Yin Buqi's thoughts? She struggled to sit up from his arms, put on her clothes, looked at herself in front of the bronze mirror, and then wrapped a silk scarf around her neck.

"Cough cough." Yin Buqi coughed, his face still pale, but his lips were incredibly red. He looked at Jiang Niannian's back, smiled, and got out of bed.

Downstairs, people are eating.

Yesterday's events were so shocking that we all had trouble sleeping at night, so we woke up quite late.

A cultivator bragged while eating, "Back then, when I was still in the foundation-building stage, a few cultivators in the golden elixir stage attacked my brother, and I rushed over and solved half of them."

Another monk exposed his past: "Bullshit, stop flattering yourself. I was there too. When you rushed over, five of us beat him and five of us beat you."

The monk sat down awkwardly: "Isn't it just half the problem..."

"Hahahahaha God, half of the problem is solved!"

"Miss Tang, are you going to Shuiyun Sect with us?"

"Yes." Tang Murou nodded: "I have used the flying book technique to tell my brother about the itinerary, so he shouldn't worry."

Yin Ci sat in the crowd, looking exceptionally quiet, much calmer than yesterday, but the sadness on his face could not be hidden. He held the coal briquettes in his arms and kept looking at Shen Yu. The latter just ate calmly and didn't look at him.

Tang Murou also woke up and sat among the crowd like a lady. It was obvious that she had dressed up specially, with her hair gently tied up and a turquoise long dress that outlined her figure exquisitely.

Jiang Niannian and Yin Buqi appeared in everyone's sight at the same time.

Yin Buqi is like the fairy in the storybook who appears in the human world every day and absorbs all the essence of the human body, becoming more and more enchanting and alluring.

On the other hand, Jiang Niannian looked like the unlucky scholar in the storybook who had been drained of his energy, with red eyes and listless look.

What was even more obvious was that Yin Buqi was wearing a crimson robe today, which was tied a little loosely. As he walked, bite marks on his neck could be faintly seen.

Yin Ci found that this matter was not simple.

Coal Ball also cast a suspicious look.

Even Jiang Ziyu noticed that something was wrong.

The same is true for Tang Murou.

However, Shen Yu had seen through everything.

Tang Murou was a little surprised: "You guys..."

Jiang Niannian was a little embarrassed. She straightened Yin Buqi's clothes to cover up those ambiguous traces and said, "Well... I practiced sword all night last night."

Shen Yu took a sip of tea, his face somewhat gloomy, and said in a sinister tone: "I think it's the sword that has been practiced all night and is now sheathed."

Everyone understood and drank their tea in silence.

One bodye one body to ,two bodies peng peng.

Tang Murou couldn't help but use force on her hands under the table, pinching them until her palms became red and swollen without her noticing.

Shen Yu was wearing a blue and white robe today, with a bow and a white jade flute around his waist.

Jiang Niannian glanced at him without saying anything, thinking: You are really arrogant. Then she sat down with Yin Buqi.

Jiang Ziyu was a silly kid: "The sword is sheathed...do I still need to practice?" As he said that, he took out his favorite Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud Sword and demonstrated it.

He drew out the sword and, with a "pop", put it back into the scabbard.

"Poof!" Jiang Niannian was drinking tea and spit out a breath: "Cough, cough, cough..."

Yin Buqi patted Jiang Niannian on the back to help her calm down, and a faint smile appeared on his thin red lips.

Shen Yu looked at the two of them without saying a word, his face looking a little ugly.

After dinner, everyone set off for Shuiyun Sect.

Yin Ci walked out of the inn in a daze, turned around and asked in astonishment, "Where's Uncle Shen?"

Yin Buqi said, "Let's go."

Yin Ci was stunned. He felt that he still had a lot to say to Shen Yu, but he didn't know where to start.

He remembered that when he was a child, every time he was injured while practicing swordplay, even though Uncle Shen cursed at him, he would always bandage his wounds carefully and patiently, and then wipe his snot and tears with his sleeves.

"I'm really impressed by you. This is my favorite coat, and this color is out of print and can't be bought anymore! You're crying and wailing, it's so ugly."

Xiao Yinci wiped his nose with his sleeves and snorted, "Uncle Shen, you always say that, but I still ruined this dress. When I grow up, I'll buy you a sack of clothes in all colors!"

"Oh! Who cares about your clothes?"

Thinking of this, tears rolled down Yin Ci's eyes again, and he asked again, "When did he leave?"

Yin Buqi said, "Just now when you were staring at the table in a daze."

"Look, go that way." Yin Buqi pointed the way.

Yin Ci didn't stop and ran over, almost falling down. Finally, he saw a lake blue shadow.

"Uncle Shen! Wait for me!"

Shen Yu was stunned, but he didn't stop and walked forward.

Yin Ci became anxious and ran faster, grabbing him and gasping for breath.

Shen Yu frowned: "What on earth are you going to do?"

Yin Ci said: "Uncle Shen, aren't you going to Shuiyun Sect with us?"

Shen Yu said: "Well, everyone has their own way, and I have my own things to do."

“My father…”

"If you are here to beg for mercy, there is no need. He and I have a deep blood feud."

"...I know, I'm not begging you to let my father go." Yin Ci lowered his head, grabbed his clothes and refused to let go, and began to sob again. He always thought that crying was the most cowardly and incompetent way to solve problems, and it was effeminate, but now he found that sometimes, apart from crying to express the pain and sadness in his heart, there was no other way.

Thousands of words gathered in my heart, but I don't know how to start.

Shen Yu sighed, stretched out his sleeves, and said coldly: "Wipe your face."

"But it will dirty your clothes..."

"This is the last time I'll wipe your tears, Yin Ci. You can't act like a child anymore."

"...Yeah." Yin Ci pinched his sleeve and wiped his eyes vigorously, wiped his face, and said: "Uncle Shen, will we see each other again in the future?"

Shen Yu said: "If possible, I hope to never see you again."

Yin Ci's heart suddenly fell into an ice cellar. She stood there in a daze, and even forgot to cry. When she came back to her senses, there was no trace of Shen Yu.

He returned to the inn in a daze, but found no one there.

Strange, did Brother Yin and the others leave me behind and go away first?

After searching for a while, he found Jiang Ziyu's Feiying Liuyun Sword under a tree.

Yin Ci's heart sank immediately.

Jiang Ziyu couldn't let go of the sword and would never throw it away casually. They must have been in danger!