Chapter 103 The Flower in the Garden

Guigu Temple was large and quiet, and it was quite lively when there were three of them. After all, Gongqing and Junlin were always arguing, and they would argue for a long time if they had a disagreement over a few words.

But since the two of them left, Wen Suili was the only one left, and it felt lonely and desolate.

Empty-nest elderly people are having a warm New Year gift. Today I caught up with Jun Lin and came back to bring warmth.

The two sat down in the courtyard. Wen Suili brought out a pot of tea from the house and placed it on the table. Under her long eyelashes that were dyed with snow like cicadas, her ice-blue pupils were as clear and pure as the sky. "You suffered for those five years. Do you blame me for not saving you?"

"No wonder."

Jun Lin poured himself a cup of tea, blew away the hot steam and sipped it gently, his manners were reserved and elegant.

Wen Suili looked at his apprentice quietly: "Why?"

"In our sect, the master leads you in, but it's up to you to decide whether you live or die when you leave."

She spoke eloquently, with an attitude that said, "Master, this question is not difficult for you."

"Guigu three, you are only responsible for teaching us skills. How my brother and I will fare after we graduate is up to our own luck. He and I are both arrogant and proud, and we are enemies. No matter if you or he can come to save me, it will rain red from the sky."

She said calmly: "You will only be disappointed."

Guiguzi's sect is different from other sects. It is not the kind of sect where thousands of disciples are full of brotherhood and support comes from all sides when one side is in trouble. The three of them are individuals.

After you become an apprentice, your master won't take care of anything.

As for what these two amazing talents will do in the future and what hardships they will have to go through, it all depends on themselves.

This is what a strong person is like. Life and death are determined by fate. Whether you look down on the world or fall into defeat, it all depends on you.

After listening to her warm New Year's gift: "..."

The man bent his index finger and flicked her forehead unexpectedly. Jun Lin was shocked and covered her forehead subconsciously.

"How can you have so little confidence in me? Think of us, Guigu, as being a little more humane."

He picked up the porcelain cup with his slender fingertips and prepared to drink tea.

Jun Lin said: "Master..."

He whispered, the porcelain cup touching his lips: "Xiaoqing is just too picky and arrogant. It's normal for him not to go, but I didn't go, and I felt sorry for you in my heart."

Jun Lin: "But you..."

He sighed: "This involves the secret of heaven. I need to wait for the process of your integration. I can only wait and see."

After saying this, he sipped his tea.

But I didn't get it.

Wen Suili: “……?”

Jun Lin reluctantly picked up the teapot and filled it for him: "I was thinking you didn't pour the tea."

He blinked in confusion, his blue eyes looking naively at the cup that had just been filled with tea, the man's handsome features reflected on the water's surface.

"I was wondering why the porcelain cup felt so light when I picked it up..."

He smiled softly, blew on the hot tea and drank it all day: "It turns out that I forgot to pour the tea."

Jun Lin had a headache and was about to say something to him, "Don't be so careless in the future," but when he saw the other person's face, he swallowed his words silently.

There's no point in talking to him. That's just the way Master is. He's still confused after all these years.

Fortunately, he never fails at critical moments. This may be the result of being a big boss. Usually, he looks silly and cute in her eyes, but when it comes to the critical moment, he is more reliable than anyone else.

Jun Lin smacked her lips as she thought about it. She was so envious of the big guys’ world.

She was actually quite skeptical. Without her and her senior brother, how had he managed to live all these years?

Wen Suili is twenty-seven years old this year. He is so confused that Jun Lin often mistakenly thinks that his master is a bit senile. This idea is very rude, but she and Gongqing have complained about it many times in private.

The man saw her distracted look and knew she was thinking about something disrespectful again. He said helplessly: "Come back to your senses. You are so old, why do you still look so unreliable? How can I trust you?"

Jun Lin: “…”

Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?

Jun Lin calmed down and sat upright, his brows and eyes looking solemn: "Master, actually I want to thank you."

The man had a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes looking at her were as gentle as a pool of spring water.

"You were the one who took advantage of me and sent someone to the Shen Mansion to notify them to pick me up."

She said gratefully, "I shouldn't have bothered you to help me after I became your disciple. It's because I haven't mastered my skills yet."

Hearing her self-deprecation, he chuckled, "If you don't perfect your skills, I'm afraid no one in this world will dare to claim to have perfected them."

Wen Suili was only seven years older than her, and most of the time he looked like a doting brother. To Junlin and Gongqing, this man who was both a teacher and a friend could be called a "brother."

The man turned the porcelain cup and said softly to his young apprentice, "I can't find out more about your fate. Even if I use the Snowland divination technique, the information I get is enough."

He looked at a small flowerbed in the corner of the yard and said vaguely, "If that flowerbed is compared to a world, then you are like a rare flower transplanted from somewhere else."

Jun Lin frowned, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"But this world cannot accommodate you. The climate and soil are not suitable for you to grow better. That flower is beautiful and special, but it will only grow for a short period of time before it withers."

"It is destined to be rejected by this world and will die."

Wen Suili raised his hand and lovingly brushed away the messy hair on her face, his eyes were so sad: "No one can save you, you are destined to die."

As if a secret from heaven had been revealed, thick dark clouds suddenly surged over the dark sky, the wind howled, and the waves surged.

Jun Lin's numb fingertips twitched slightly, and the shock in his eyes could no longer be suppressed: "You mean... even if there was no South Xinjiang incident, I would still die?"

Is it that the souls from another world will never be able to integrate into other worlds and will be wiped out countless times by the laws of that world?

Wen Suili's Adam's apple moved slowly: "Yes."

In fact, Jun Lin had already died once, not to mention the sword that pierced his chest with Bingwen. Although it was a little off target, anyone with such a serious injury would die if left in a mass grave for a day.

She was struck by lightning, she had no idea that there were so many reasons behind it.

“But this flower came to this flower garden and also changed this place, causing changes in this world.”

The man looked up at her, his eyes filled with a look of divine compassion. "The illusory legend has become reality. The destined people of the five nations have officially gathered, and you, as the representative of Jing Nation, have become an indispensable part of this world."

"The soil and water of this flower garden will eventually change for you, giving you a new life. This flower has been completely integrated into this place and needs to complete the entire world line as a part of it."