Yan Zixiu looked at him coldly, his tone was colder than his eyes, "Just tell me, are you going or not?"

"No, I said, is this your attitude of begging?" Yin Jue put his right hand on the slender waist of the woman in cheongsam, "I helped you to meet that Lou Feifei last time. That woman was full of dark energy, and I almost got sick of her."

Yan Zixiu looked away and said indifferently, "If you don't go with me, with your cultivation level, your bamboo body can only be cut into chopsticks."

"You are the chopsticks!" Although what he said was true, Yin Jue was still very unhappy, "So what if I can't fight? I can grab whatever I can, at least I can use it on myself."

After saying this, he quietly put his left hand behind his back and made a seal.

"Come on, you are a Heavenly Master, but you are trying so hard to extend the life of a mortal. What do you want?"

Jing Shaoci raised his head slightly and looked upstairs with an expressionless face.

For some reason, from the beginning, he could clearly hear Yin Jue's voice, as if the other party was standing in front of him and talking.

A moment later, Yan Zixiu's cold voice also rang in his ears clearly.

"I don't want anything."

"No, impossible!" Yin Jue immediately retorted, crossing his arms and said, "Everyone has a purpose for doing things, no matter whether it is good or bad, there must be something."

He slightly approached Yan Zixiu, winked playfully and said, "Now that Mr. Jing is not here, just admit it, you just like him, and you wish to extend his life to be as long as yours, so that you two can stay together forever." Yan Zixiu's

already indifferent face was covered with a layer of frost again. He raised his eyes and looked at Yin Jue. The coldness in his eyes forced the other party to take a step back.

"Do you think I will really shake my heart of cultivation because of the short-term love of a mortal?"

Yin Jue never thought that he would do something bad with good intentions. He flipped his right hand and was ready to take back the same listening technique he had cast on Jing Shaoci.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zixiu grabbed his wrist tightly, and then quickly tapped his forehead.

Yin Jue half opened his mouth, and the whole person was shocked.

It turned out that Yan Zixiu had already discovered his little action, but he deliberately did not stop it.

Yin Jue suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, but he was now frozen and unable to speak, so he could only mutter madly in his heart: Don't say harsh words, don't say harsh words.

There was a bitterness in Yan Zixiu's eyes, but his voice was cold and unkind: "It doesn't matter if Jing Shaoci has children and grandchildren around him for the rest of his life, or he lives alone for the rest of his life, as long as the cause and effect between the two of us is resolved, I will have nothing to do with him from now on."

When the two went downstairs, Jing Shaoci had already left.

"You are really cruel." Yin Jue looked at him and said.

He was not only talking about Yan Zixiu being cruel to Jing Shaoci, but also Yan Zixiu being cruel to himself.

Even if he was moved, he had to suppress all his love. But even if he could achieve immortality by doing so, what was the point?

So all the people he cared about left him, and all he could see was despair.

"It has nothing to do with you." Yan Zixiu said in a voice without any ups and downs: "I will wait for you at the top of Jialan Mountain at the beginning of the night tonight."

After saying this, he turned around and left.

When Yin Jue could no longer smell Yan Zixiu's scent in his nose, he shook his head and sighed: "Oh, why bother."

After Jing Shaoci walked out of Zhuyuanzhai, he even forgot to drive away, and walked aimlessly on the street for a long time.

He has always been very clear that in his relationship with Yan Zixiu, he was mostly willing to cling to the other party.

But even so, he wanted to stay by Yan Zixiu's side, even if it was just a shadow.

But Yan Zixiu said in person that between the two of them, it was just the cause and effect that had not been resolved.

He loved him so hard, but no matter they were together or apart, it was always Yan Zixiu who decided.

At this moment, the wind blew on his body, obviously very lightly, but it made his internal organs hurt.

Jing Shaoci's thin lips moved, and he exhaled tremblingly.

He lowered his head, and a drop of transparent thing fell from his eye socket.

"What can I do? I can't let you do this for me..." Jing Shaoci murmured in a low voice, his voice full of sorrow, "Give up your lifelong wish." They

had clearly agreed to spend the holiday together, but one of them didn't go home, and the other didn't talk when he got home.

After Yan Zixiu came back, he received a message from Jing Shaoci on his mobile phone. The other party said that there was an emergency in the company and he had to go back to deal with it.

But in fact, both of them knew the truth very well.

Yan Zixiu sat by the bed until night fell, then got up and went to Xie Wanxin's room.

"Xiu Xiu, when did you come back?"

Xie Wanxin was holding Xie Chongyun in her arms and was a little surprised to see him.

Yan Zixiu raised the corner of his lips reluctantly, and did not answer her question directly, but took off the jade pendant he had been wearing around his neck.

"This jade is for Xiaoyun. I wanted to wait until his birthday to take it out, but today is the Zhongyuan Festival, so I'll give it to him in advance."

After saying that, he untied the red string and put it on Xie Chongyun's neck.

"This jade is raised by me personally. It can calm the soul and protect it from all ghosts. Unless there are special circumstances, you can't take it off at will."

Xie Wanxin smiled at him gratefully, then shook Xie Chongyun in her arms and said, "Xiaobao, why don't you thank your brother quickly."

Xie Chongyun was still a month away from turning one year old. Now he could only call dad and mom, and some meaningless words.

He looked at Yan Zixiu with grape-like eyes, first showing a few small milk teeth, and then called out twice, raised his two arms and stretched them over.

Yan Zixiu naturally held him in his arms, supported his little butt with one arm, and then placed the jade pendant in his palm.

Xie Chongyun looked at it curiously for a while, and then put it directly into his mouth.

"This thing can't be eaten." Yan Zixiu gently held his little steamed bun-like hand, and then put the jade pendant into Xie Chongyun's clothes.

After holding him for a while, Yan Zixiu returned Xie Chongyun.

"Mom, I have something to go out tonight, and I may be back very late."

Xie Wanxin looked at him and asked, "Will Xiaoci go with you?"

Yan Zixiu shook his head slightly, "He has something to do in the company."

Xie Wanxin frowned in confusion. Xiuxiu finally came back, why did her son go to work on company matters again?

Although she was a little confused, she didn't ask too much. She just reminded Yan Zixiu to be careful on the way back and forth and come back early after work.

Half a quarter before midnight, Yin Jue finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

"Tell me, why did you choose the place on the top of the mountain." He sat down on the ground with a gasp, "I'm so tired."

Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and looked at him indifferently, and said, "It's you who neglected to practice on weekdays."

Tonight, Yin Jue was no longer dressed as a cross-dressing man. He was dressed in a neat tight-sleeved hunting suit, and his dark purple medium-length hair made his face look androgynous.

Yin Jue sat on the ground for a while, then stood up and walked to his side.

"I'll ask you one last time, have you really thought it through? That's the Emperor's Flowing Cream."

The Emperor's Flowing Cream refers to the pure essence of the sun and the moon on this Gengshen night, and the Gengshen night only occurs once every sixty years.

If plants, trees, and animals encounter the Emperor's Flowing Cream, even if they are contaminated by it a little bit, they will immediately be able to open their minds.

If a cultivator swallows it, his skills will increase by a hundred years in one night, and if a mortal eats it, it will naturally greatly increase his lifespan.

But the Emperor's Flowing Cream is a first-class divine object in the world. Who can be so extravagant as to give it to a mortal to prolong his life?

Yin Jue has lived for more than three hundred years. Although it is not long among monsters, he also thinks he is knowledgeable.

He has never seen anyone as stupid as Yan Zixiu. No, it should be said that he is crazy.

"If you ask nonsense again, just go down the mountain by yourself." Yan Zixiu said indifferently.

"Tsk." Yin Jue rolled his eyes in annoyance, then took out a bamboo flute, "Who will help you if I leave?"

As the two were talking, rustling noises began to be heard in the forest.

As time passed, hundreds of dark shadows began to gather on the top of the mountain, and many monsters began to take human form.

Not only monsters, but also countless ghosts and goblins, and of course, human cultivators.

Yan Zixiu closed his eyes slightly and quickly formed seals with his hands.

In just a moment, a silver dragon-shaped black robe appeared on his body, and his hair began to grow rapidly until it hung to his waist with a white belt.

"Wow?" Yin Jue uttered these two words, his wide-open eyes filled with shock.

After a long pause, he asked with a tongue tied, "This, is this your Taoist appearance?"

Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, then looked at the distance with a cold look in his eyes.

Yin Jue thought that Yan Zixiu's appearance was enough to make people unable to take their eyes off, but he didn't expect that his Taoist appearance was so handsome that it made the world pale in comparison.

He is so good-looking, is he really not from their demon clan?

As the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger, a man in black with high eyebrows and deep eyes took the lead to step forward.

He was surrounded by a terrifying demonic aura, and he looked at Yan Zixiu with a grim face and said only one sentence, "Give way or not?"

The man's words immediately made the countless black shadows in the entire Jialan Mountain restless.

Yan Zixiu didn't reply, but turned his head slightly and said to Yin Jue: "Go behind me."

Yin Jue did it quickly. After all, this was definitely not the time to talk nonsense or show off.

The man looked at him, and the threat in his tone deepened, "I ask you again, give in, or not?"

Yan Zixiu's right hand turned into a long sword surrounded by starlight, and he only said one word: "Fight."

As soon as the voice fell, the silver moon in the sky was completely full.

At this moment, tens of thousands of golden threads burst out from the full moon, like strings, shining like the Milky Way falling into the world.

Yin Jue immediately played the flute, and combined with the formation that Yan Zixiu had set up in advance, the golden threads condensed into a stream and rushed towards him quickly.

"They want to take the Emperor's Fluid for themselves. Kill them!!"

Suddenly, the whole Jialan Mountain shook, and countless black shadows flew up in an instant, all attacking the two people.

When the morning star gradually rose, the two people were surrounded by broken limbs and flesh, and even the skins of unknown animals were hanging on the branches.

The ground under their feet was also soaked with blood, and it made a sticky sound when they stepped on it.

"You are really good." Yin Jue used the demon pill to blow the bamboo flute all night, and now he was paralyzed on the rock beside him, so tired that he couldn't move a finger.

He was convinced by Yan Zixiu, the kind of surrender that made him prostrate himself.

You say to fight, then fight, in the first place, when you rob this kind of good fortune of heaven and earth, there are always corpses everywhere.

But Yan Zixiu, regardless of whether they were demons or humans, would kill only those who were tainted with evil, and would not kill any of the rest.

But his not killing did not mean that others would hold back.

After those "things" were injured by him, they would be immediately besieged by countless demons and ghosts until they were killed.

The bloodbath last night of Gengshen was so bloody that it was much worse than today's. Not to mention the broken arms and legs, the entire Jialan Mountain seemed to be washed in blood.

But this time, with Yan Zixiu here to calm down, half of the people died.

Originally, Yin Jue had heard of the power of the Heavenly Master from ancient books or other places, but he actually had no clear concept of it.

But this night, he knew thoroughly that Yan Zixiu's cultivation was definitely more than just a Heavenly Master.

Not for anything else, just because he was really good at fighting.

At this time, Yan Zixiu leaned forward slightly and stretched out his right hand to him: "Stand up."

Yin Jue looked at the black robe on his body that was cut into more than a dozen holes, and the blood dripping from his fingertips, and raised his arm and placed it on his right hand.

"If I were that mortal, knowing that you have done so much for me, I would have to marry you even if I cried and shouted."

At this time, Yan Zixiu's black hair was slightly messy, and a few strands of hair hung down from his forehead. When the morning breeze in the mountains blew, there was a kind of tortured beauty.

Yin Jue quickly looked away, fearing that his soul would be hooked if he looked at him for one more time.

Before parting, Yan Zixiu asked him to spread his palms. After Yin Jue did so, two golden threads actually jumped into his fingertips.

Yin Jue raised his eyebrows in surprise, and suddenly raised his head and said, "Are you willing to share with me?"

Yan Zixiu's lips turned pale, but his tone was still calm, "You deserve it."

Yin Jue swallowed, then clenched his fingers, "Okay, then I won't be polite with you, let me know if I can help you in the future."

When Yan Zixiu returned to the Jing family's bedroom, Jing Shaoci had already fallen asleep.

In the past, no matter how late it was, as long as he came home, she would wait for him.

Yan Zixiu stood by the bed for a while, and suddenly found that Jing Shaoci's eyeballs moved.

He immediately understood that the other party was pretending to sleep, so after sitting on the bed, he raised his hand and stroked Jing Shaoci's eyebrows.

After the other party fell into a deep sleep, Yan Zixiu raised his hand and pressed it on his chest.

When Jing Shaoci woke up, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

He opened his eyes in a trance, and immediately looked around the next second.

Yan Zixiu closed his eyes tightly, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was extremely uneasy even in his sleep.

He subconsciously raised his hand to hold the person in his arms, but when his fingertips touched Yan Zixiu's arm, he retracted it.

Yan Zixiu slept for a whole day, and only regained consciousness in the early morning of the next day.

The seat next to him was empty, Jing Shaoci was not there.

Yan Zixiu narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned over and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside.

The screen showed three missed calls and several WeChat messages from Li Fengzhi, and the phone was strangely muted.

He glanced at the time, then opened the chat box with Jing Shaoci.

Unexpectedly, the latest two messages made him stunned.

It was not Jing Shao Ci who sent it to him, but his account sent it to Jing Shao Ci.

[Dashi Sweet Potato, I was wrong.]

[I will not practice anymore, and I will never leave you in the future.]