(녤book CP, all the characters that appear, except for childhood memories, have become 뎃!!!)

"Master, why don't you go to Wushan with me and live happily?"

The whispered voice was dark and pleasant, carrying an alluring power, and it kept echoing in Bai Yunshu's ears.

"Master, what do you think our relationship is now? Master and disciple? But which master and disciple sleep in the same bed like this?"

"Master~"

One sound after another, stirring the strings.

As their breaths blended, Bai Yunshu felt his mouth dry and his body was covered with thin layers of sweat, which was so sticky and uncomfortable.

Listening to this familiar voice, Bai Yunshu put his hands in front of his eyes, trying his best to suppress the panic and anxiety in his heart, his mind was in chaos.

She opened her mouth and uttered two words with difficulty: "Disciple..."

"Master, please look at me. You haven't seen me for such a long time. Don't you miss me?"

The teasing words were like silk threads, and Bai Yunshu's wrist was gently pulled down.

She slightly opened her eyes and instantly met those familiar eyes.

Those eyes seemed to be stained with ink, with a layer of misty fog floating on them. The corners of the eyes were curved upwards, and the spring scenery was intoxicating and captivating.

Bai Yunshu stared blankly. In the midst of the beautiful scenery, she somehow grabbed the wrist of the person in front of her, turned him over and pressed him under her.

The man under her stared at her quietly with a teasing look in his eyes, his expression as pleased as always.

"Ningzhu..."

Bai Yunshu swallowed and called her.

Just two words, filled with restrained longing.

Her gaze was straightforward and bold, and there was undisguised longing in her observation, as if she had fallen into this gentle country.

"Master, I miss you so much..." The man under her reached out and touched her face, saying this softly.

Bai Yunshu's breathing became heavier, but at this moment, a bell rang suddenly in his ears.

“Boom—boom—boom—”

In the morning light, the bell of Xuanying Sect rang on time, penetrating the mountains and echoing among the peaks, long and distant.

Bai Yunshu suddenly woke up from his dream and his consciousness was instantly torn away.

She slowly closed her eyes, with a lazy look on her face. Her usually cold eyes still concealed the evil desire that had once disappeared, and she cursed in annoyance.

"Knock, knock, knock. You keep knocking every day! You really know how to choose the right time to disturb my sweet dreams!"

I just bent down and untied the belt of the person under me, but the next second I was awakened by the bell, and the duck in my mouth flew away!

Fly away!

Bai Yunshu tried to calm down, slowly sat up and looked out the window.

At this moment, her face was slightly flushed, her hair was disheveled, and she was still recalling everything in her dream.

Her clothes were wrinkled, and she looked completely different from the elegant and cool girl she usually appeared in front of others.

Suddenly she remembered something, smiled bitterly, and cursed in a low voice: "I am such a jerk."

There was a hint of regret in his words, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a barely perceptible smile.

How could I have such a dream, and on this day... Could it be that I have read too much of the words of the traitorous disciple yesterday?

In the final analysis, why do other people's disciples do evil to their master while they are being raised, or live happily together with their master while Bai Yunshu's disciple dies while he is being raised.

Moreover, he died a miserable death. To save the world and all living things, he escaped the cycle of reincarnation and his soul was scattered.

She sighed, slowly stood up, tidied herself up, resumed her usual elegant and cool demeanor, and walked absentmindedly to the kitchen.

It would be great if...had expressed your intention, but there is no if.

There are no ifs in this world.

Everyone knows that she is the immortal Ying Su who sits high on the altar, but secretly, she is just a madman who lost her disciple.

When the kitchen disciples saw her, they greeted her enthusiastically.

"Elder Yingsu, are you coming to the kitchen again today?"

"Well, you guys are busy, don't bother me."

Bai Yunshu nodded indifferently, with a cold expression, minding his own business.

Many disciples looked at her features and secretly marveled at the fact that there was no such a beautiful person in the world.

She has black hair, white clothes, a slender figure, a pair of quiet eyes and eyebrows, and a cold expression, which gives her an otherworldly air.

Her existence is like a painting, so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated, but also makes people feel awe and dare not touch it in the slightest.

Bai Yunshu was busy moving around the kitchen, very skillfully.

Several disciples at the door couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"Why does Elder Ying Su come to the kitchen every day?"

The one who spoke was an outer disciple who had only been there a few days, his face full of confusion.

The disciple who knew the reason quickly pulled her aside and said in a low voice: "Today is the anniversary of the death of Qi Ningzhu, the beloved disciple of Elder Yingsu. Elder Yingsu comes to the kitchen every day to make cakes meticulously, and comes every five hundred days."

"You don't know that five hundred years ago, Elder Yingsu's eldest disciple resolutely jumped into the Demonic Abyss to suppress the demon. He used his life's cultivation to strengthen the seal of the barrier. In the end, his soul flew away, and he didn't even have the chance to reincarnate. Only an empty shell was left buried in the dust."

"There are also rumors that the disciple was a sealer specially trained by Elder Ying Su. After all, it was she who asked her disciple to jump down and said there was no danger. If so, it must be because she feels guilty."

"The affairs of the world are complicated. Elder Ying Su practices the Way of Life. In my opinion, she would never do this. She must have her own reasons. Okay, let's not discuss this anymore. We still have to practice."

Several disciples looked at each other and left in a hurry, leaving Bai Yunshu alone in the kitchen.

Bai Yunshu listened to those words without saying a word, pretending he heard nothing.

I have heard these words so many times in the past five hundred years that when they come out of my mouth, there is a sense of the vicissitudes of the story.

She was still a little overwhelmed by the absurd dream she had last night. She gently put her hand into the pool and stirred it, letting the warm water wrap around her hand, but her face remained unchanged and cold.

It turns out...it's already past five hundred.

It has been like this year after year, her thoughts were flooding, and she said, "It's a good thing people don't come back."

By the time Bai Yunshu finished his work, it was already noon.

Seeing that it was getting late, she immediately flew towards Bantingyue on her sword, carrying the wine she brewed herself, the fruits she grew herself, and the cakes she made herself.

Bantingyue is an abandoned courtyard located in the outskirts of the city where no one cares about it.

When they arrived, looking at the yard overgrown with weeds, Bai Yunshu made some preparations before stepping in.

The yard looked quite dilapidated, the trees in the yard were untended, and in the middle of the yard was an isolated grave, standing there quietly.

Bai Yunshu lowered his eyes and skillfully placed the cakes, wine and fruits in front of the grave one by one.

These are the favorite foods of this cheap apprentice.

After putting it away, she bent slightly and touched the words on the tombstone with her slender white hands.

Tomb of beloved disciple Qi Ningzhu.

In fact, at that time, what she wanted to engrave on it was "The Tomb of the Unfilial Disciple Qi Ningzhu".

But later she was persuaded by others, and after careful consideration, she felt that this cheap disciple was quite filial, and it would be a shame if he died.

"Silly disciple..."

Bai Yunshu murmured, with Qi Ningzhu's gentle and smiling face in his mind.

Then she straightened up.

"Will you blame me for not coming to see you for a long time? Lord, there is nothing good about you, and I have seen too much, so I will miss you."

She walked slowly around the grave mound, her tone melancholy.

Of course, the former is not the main reason, the latter is.

"I brought you your favorite cakes and the wine you used to love to drink secretly. As for the fruit, it was planted by you. I tasted it earlier and it's quite sweet."

As she spoke, she poured the wine out of the wine glass and placed it in front of the grave.

Suddenly thinking of something, Bai Yunshu's eyes avoided.

"I have to tell you something. I dreamed about you last night. I don't know if you will blame me. Blaming me is useless. Who let me see you in my dream?"

Bai Yunshu's expression was indifferent, but his thoughts could not be hidden in his eyes.

When I heard you say you missed me, I woke up and hated it was just a dream.

"By the way, I'll buy you your favorite pancakes later. Wait for me here, dear..."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and gently touched the corner of the tombstone, as if comforting and coaxing a child.

She said this every time, and she said it five hundred times, seemingly never getting tired of it.

She flew away on her sword at an extremely fast speed, fearing that her disciple would have to wait for a long time.

But when she came back, she saw a sneaky figure squatting in front of the grave, eating the things she had placed there.

[The following is a supplementary realm setting.]

Relatively broad cultivation settings + many private settings + specific plots, character creation, story development, and worldview are not

Cultivation: Initial acquaintance - Listening - Breaking through hope - Knowing the subtle - Exploring - Entering the hall - Combining - Creation - Ascension

Note: The above cultivation settings are named after "The Journey of Flower".

Ascend to the Immortal: True Immortal - Golden Immortal - Taiyi - Daluo... (This actually has nothing to do with the text...)

Fourteen cultivations: sword, magic, talisman, plant, body...etc.

Dao: Dao of Life - Dao of Ruthlessness - Dao of Forgetfulness - Dao of Killing - Dao of Passion - Dao of Buddhism - Dao of Demons - Dao of Monsters - Dao of Soul Purification

Gods, demons, and the underworld】