Yin Ci took a step forward, protecting Jiang Ziyou behind him, and stared at Wen Shili like a ferocious little beast.

Wen Shili took out a small bottle from his arms and handed it to her. His voice was very low and very gentle, a tone he had never used before: "You haven't taken your medicine properly these days, have you? I've brought it to you."

Jiang Ziyou, however, seemed to be provoked, and suddenly dropped the medicine bottle to the ground, "I won't eat it! Disgusting!"

A dozen small pills were scattered in the snow.

"Hiss——" Several people took a breath of cool air.

Wen Shili, who had always been aloof from worldly affairs and as cold as a banished immortal, actually squatted down slowly, dug out the pills from the snow, and carefully put them into the bottle.

He said, "Ziyou, how long do you think you can live without your teacher?"

Jiang Ziyou said: "That's better than now. I don't want to stay by your side for a moment. Why didn't you let me die a hundred years ago and put an end to it? Why bother saving me!"

"You imprisoned tens of millions of people in the abyss, and used forbidden techniques to use their lives to prolong my life. I feel sick when I think that the medicine I have taken for the past thirty years was made with other people's blood!"

"You know everything."

Wen Shili stated this very calmly.

“I know everything…” Wen Shili raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes staring blankly at a certain point in the void. His figure seemed thin and lonely.

That day, after Jiang Ziyu died, the craftsman who carved the tombstone delivered the finished tombstone to the mountain as promised.

The craftsman asked, "My Immortal, who are you to Jiang Ziyou?"

Wen Shili didn't have time to pay attention to the craftsman. He just wanted to figure out where the strong uneasiness and abnormality in his heart came from.

Is it because of Jiang Ziyu’s death?

He already knew that the war between humans and demons was inevitable.

So we should prepare for a rainy day and make a preparation for ourselves to avoid future troubles.

Jiang Ziyu is not very talented and has a poor foundation, so he can provide little help to the human world.

But he has already entered the Mahayana stage and has eliminated countless demons and evildoers in his life. If he could only live one life, a sane person would know what to do.

Jiang Ziyou is just a piece of wood. His essence came from his body and should return to his body.

He did nothing wrong.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, the craftsman asked again.

Wen Shili said: "...his master."

The craftsman was shocked when he heard this: "Ah? You are not dead?"

Wen Shili stood with his hands behind his back, standing coldly in the savage snow and wind. He looked at him coldly without saying a word.

The craftsman was so frightened that he trembled and asked tremblingly: "What about this tombstone?"

Wen Shili took a look and couldn't take his eyes away.

For the first time in his life, a look of confusion and helplessness appeared on his face.

The tombstone was filled with records of his life, and next to it was a stone statue that looked like Jiang Ziyou.

More than a decade of emotions came pouring down like a flood, and every detail of the past flashed through my mind in that instant.

"I like practicing swordplay. I want to be like my master, a chivalrous man who saves people."

"Master, I don't know how to read this word, can you teach me?"

"My snowman is protecting you from the wind and snow."

"Master... in these past ten years... have you ever... even for a moment... treated me as... as..."

My heart hurts so much.

Something was breaking, and it was suffocating him.

"Oh, Immortal, you have accepted a ruthless disciple. He hastily carved a tombstone for you before you died. It's really a sin..."

"Please don't return the goods. He has so many requirements. I have engraved all the hundreds of items in this booklet for you, without missing a single word. I am just running a small business..."

The craftsman continued talking.

Wen Shili felt that it was getting colder and colder.

The thin white clothes in the past seemed particularly desolate at this moment.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the person in his inner demon's imagination laugh, and asked him frantically: "Why, do you regret it? Hahahahaha, do you regret it?!"

He said silently: "Regret."

The heart of Tao is not stable.

In just a moment, the inner demon took advantage of the opportunity and sneaked in.

Jiang Ziyou.

His little apprentice.

Dead.

It became an insane desire that he could not express.

He suppressed the sweet taste in his throat, and with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, he said to the craftsman, "Put the tombstone here."

The craftsman moved the tombstone into the yard and said, "Okay."

"etc."

"What else do you want, Immortal?"

"Change the name on the signature. My apprentice is dead..."

Jiang Ziyu only knew that every time Wen Shili went down the mountain, he would watch him go away at the mountain gate.

But he didn't know that Wen Shili would always look back at him from a place where he couldn't see her before leaving with peace of mind.

Jiang Ziyu only knew that Wen Shili casually threw him a Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud Sword.

But he didn't know that it was found for him by Wen Shili who went alone to the ancient secret realm and went through countless hardships.

Jiang Ziyu only knew that he was a puppet created by Wen Shili to save his life.

But he didn't know that Wen Shili, a semi-immortal, was no longer in a stable state of mind because of his death.

A person who has one step towards becoming an immortal, however, develops an inner demon before the calamity comes.

When Wen Shili came to his senses, he felt that the whole world had gone blank.

His eyes were red as he looked at Jiang Ziyu, but he could only see Jiang Ziyu.

He said: "You'er, don't hate your teacher..."

Jiang Ziyou pursed his lips, lowered his head and looked at the snow, his eyes were red, "I don't hate you, but I don't want to go back with you."

The two of them confronted each other in silence, and Jiang Niannian and others who stood by did not say a word.

At this moment, a strong pressure suddenly came from all around, and a group of people fell down above the yard.

Everyone was shocked.

Yin Buqi's red eyes suddenly turned cold, and his consciousness could already see the huge crowd dozens of miles away.

The four major sects brought their respective peak masters, elders, and disciples to surround them.

The deafening sound came from all directions.

"I originally came here to catch the Dark Demon, but I didn't expect to hear such incredible news."

"How could a great man like Qinghe Shijun do such a thing!"

"Wen Shili, I can't keep you here today!"

1This book consists of seven volumes, plus an extra chapter. So far, three volumes have been written: Rimu Li, Qing He Yu, and Ji Ming Bei.

2 The next volume is Qingqiu Secret (sweet and cruel), the next volume is Silk Pulling Drama (knife), and then it's all sweet.

3 The three CPs of Never Give Up, Zi Shi and Ci Qiu all have a happy ending. There will be a turning point in the later stage. Don’t worry, my dears, watch it, the ending will definitely be sweet.

4 The manuscript of Nian Nian Girl Goose is also out.