Chapter 189: One Hundred Ways to Kill a Chat

Yuan Ye is trying to please a cold butt.

"It's been a long time since we last met. How is your father?"

"Dead."

Yuan Ye thought of the cheerful Lord Xie and felt a little sad. He did not dare to mention the old man again. "What about your brother?"

"He's dead too." Xie Yu continued speaking while holding his tea and lowering his eyes.

Yuan Ye had thought of a hundred ways to kill the conversation, but he had never thought of this one.

He looked at Xie Qingyu's profile and suddenly felt a little tired. He took out a pot of white jade wine that he had brought with him from his storage ring and said, "Xie Qingyu, you must have had a very hard time these years."

Xie Qingyu finally moved after hearing that. He slowly turned his head and looked at Yuan Ye. Compared to the fat boy who was called a prince but was actually his follower in his childhood, he seemed to have been reborn. However, there was still a youthful innocence in his eyes.

Yes, if you really find the fairy island, there probably won’t be any of these worldly sufferings there.

Xie Qingyu smiled, but it was just a smile that moved his muscles, not his true feelings. "My father and brother have both died on the battlefield, and now there is no Xie Hou Mansion anymore."

Yuan Ye has already started pouring wine, "I'm worried."

Xie Qingyu looked at the wine and wine glass he conjured out of thin air, and believed it even more.

Probably not false.

Lin Du suddenly stood up and said, "Jinxuan, it's time to practice. Thank you, General. Excuse me. Yuanye, I will give you a day to talk about the past today."

She took Jinxuan away, and Wei Zhi obediently stood up and followed her, and the three of them entered the back hall.

"Little Master, what kind of exercises are you practicing?"

Lin Du lazily found a soft couch to sit on, "It's just to give Yuan Ye a space to talk. I'm sleeping, you guys can do whatever you want."

Ni Jinxuan obediently found a place to sit down.

Lin Du didn't really fall asleep. She felt a little uncomfortable. "These melon seeds are burning my heart."

"You deserve it." Wei Zhi's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude. "You are a transcendent spirit. There is not a single spiritual element in the melon seeds. There are so many impurities. Your stomach will rebel."

Lin Du frowned and curled herself up. How could she know that this could hurt her? Her chest felt stuffy and her stomach was burning.

"I've eaten rice noodles and fried cakes from Phoenix before, this shouldn't be the case."

"If you've been to Phoenix City, you should know how good the spiritual energy is in the mountains nearby. The things that come out of it are naturally full of spiritual charm."

Wei Zhi paused, "I think you are the one who should be separated from the mortal world. You Liuli people insist on eating those messy things."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Lin Du was looking at him with a sad face, and then he said, "I guess the Buddhist disciples have never eaten anything good in their lives, and have never enjoyed the desire for food and drink? You are just jealous, pure jealousy."

Wei Zhi choked and threw a bottle of spiritual liquid to Lin Du, "Drink it if you want."

"What is it?" Lin Du opened it and sniffed it, smelling a sweet scent.

"It's not a good thing. After all, we Buddhists cannot enjoy the desire for food in our lifetime."

This time it was Lin Du's turn to choke.

"The juice of the Wuxiang fruit is a toy for children, but it is very effective and will help you digest impurities."

Lin Du held the bottle in his hand and asked, "You Buddhists, do you still have time to make this kind of thing?"

"Well, sometimes I can't bear it, so I drink a sip." Wei Zhi smiled, "After all, I haven't eaten anything good."

This matter could not be resolved. Lin Du was not the type to apologize proactively. She obediently drank a few sips of juice, her brows relaxed a little, and she gave Wei Zhi something.

Wei Zhi took a look and saw that it was a block of ice, emitting an extremely cold aura, but it did not melt when he held it in his hand.

"Do you, the people of the Supreme Sect, carry ten thousand year old ice with you wherever you go?"

Lin Du was too lazy to answer. She also couldn't tell Wei Zhi that his useless master really had nothing to bring her and asked her to take his own storage ring of the Ten Thousand Year Ice Bed. She really couldn't figure out what Wei Zhi needed. Last time he seemed to like ice cubes very much, so she would give him some as a token of her appreciation.

She just counted on her fingers and said to Yan Ye, "The first and seventh senior sisters gave me a stack of spiritual talismans and spiritual fruits, the second senior brother gave me a newly made formation plate, the third senior brother gave me a sword energy talisman, and the fifth senior brother gave me a whisk with three moves in addition to medicine, fearing that I would not have a good life outside."

Yan Yexin said that he had all the necessary facilities for food, clothing and transportation, so he decided to find a place to stay.

There is no spiritual energy in the mortal world, so Lin Du sleeps on a ten-thousand-year-old ice bed to at least keep himself fresh.

The ten thousand year old ice is ice that was frozen ten thousand years ago and contains abundant spiritual energy. People lying on it can at least absorb some of the pure spiritual energy, but it is a little too cold for others.

Lin Du said lazily, "If you don't like it, you can exchange it for something else, such as a few spiritual stones."

Wei Zhi took the ice and put it in his pocket. "It's useful."

At least it's much more decent than digging a hole and burying yourself in the snow in the Arctic.

Lin Du was feeling sleepy after drinking sweet fruit juice due to eating too much melon seeds, while Yuan Ye was drinking and was drunk with tears in his eyes.

Xie Yu was a military commander, a tall and strong commander, who looked like a mortal man, but his muscles were as strong as Yan Qing Molin's. Yuan Ye even slapped his own hands until they hurt.

Yuan Ye then hugged the man's arm, leaned drunkenly on his shoulder, and tried hard to look at the two words tattooed on Xie Yu's face.

The words were half covered by the official hat. In order to drink more conveniently, he took off the hat, allowing Yuan Ye to see clearly what the two words were.

He drunkenly recited, "Ling...yin."

Yuan Ye was so frightened when he realized what was happening that his voice was distorted and his eyes widened, "Xie Er! You!"

He originally thought that his father had done something insane again, causing the former young master of Xie Hou to be convicted and then reused by his second uncle. However, who knew that this man was clearly not convicted!

Xie Yu raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Yuan Ye swallowed the words "you are crazy" and said, "Is this for your beloved fiancée?"

"She's dead." Xie Yu said in a faint voice.

There was absolutely no point in chatting today.

Yuan Ye wished he could shut his mouth.

It's not so accurate to ask who died.

"Yuan Ye, she's dead."

Baiyunluan is a spiritual wine brewed by Cangli himself. Yuanye finds it ok to drink it, but it is really hard for a mortal to resist.

There was never a scene that Yuan Ye couldn't make lively. Xie Yu was restrained by nature, but while listening to him chattering about the hardships in the sect, he drank three cups without realizing it.

It was just three cups, but Xie Yu was a little drunk.

Yuan Ye could tell that the drunker Xie Qingyu got, the calmer he became, but he would talk more.

"She was only sixteen when she died. After the war was won, I was determined to marry her."

Xie Yu stared blankly at the wine cup in front of him, and the sake was slightly rippled.

Only then did Yuan Ye realize that Xie Yu's hands were shaking.

"Yuan Ye, do you immortals have a way to bring the dead back to life?"

Xie Yu suddenly turned around and looked at Yuan Ye. His eyes were dark, sharp, and extremely piercing, and he didn't look drunk at all.

Yuan Ye thought of the soul-chasing talisman on his chest.

The soul-chasing talisman became hot, indicating that Xie Yu had come into contact with the imperial master.

What does Xie Yu need a monk for?

At that time, Young Marquis Xie was engaged to the daughter of Shangshu Song. He and his close friends would go out and fool around, and all the ancient paintings and books they bought were sent to the Shangshu Mansion.

Now the name of the Song family's daughter is still engraved on people's faces. What could it be for? The national teacher was most likely detained by Xie Yu, who wanted to bring the Song family's daughter back to life.

Yuan Ye was so frightened by his old friend's bigotry and morbidity that he was speechless and his throat tightened for a moment.

"After a person dies, his soul will go to the underworld to be reincarnated. Now nine years have passed, and the person cannot be saved."

He said, "That national teacher is just a casual cultivator from one world, he doesn't have any orthodox skills."

Xie Yu pursed his lips and his face tensed, "Really?"

"But he said that Lingyin has not been reincarnated and is still in this world."

Yuan Ye frowned, "That's impossible."

Even wronged souls rarely wander around in the mortal world.

But Yuan Ye reacted quickly and did not continue to refute. Xie Yu seemed relaxed in front of him, but even though he was drunk, his muscles were still tense, which meant that he was still highly alert. Now that he was in a high position of power, he had to follow his will.

"Xie Yu, how about I help you look for it? Do you have her birth date and time? I can use her birth date and time to search her soul."

Xie Yu suddenly laughed. He leaned forward and propped one arm on the table. "Yuan Ye, you are testing me. You just want to ask me when the Imperial Master will come back and when he will die?"

"I tell you, six years ago, he came back inexplicably. Why don't you go ask the current emperor what the imperial master did to make him believe that it was the imperial master who cast a spell to stabilize the world."

"The reason why I purged the emperor's side is because the imperial teacher abused his power and even kept concubines and male molesters. Every month, there are many more corpses in the mass graves outside the capital."

"You should know what kind of person your father is. He suppresses meritorious officials and is always thinking about when the Xiehou Mansion will be completely destroyed. He tied me to your side just because you are useless. If I follow you, I can't help you. Both of us are useless."

Xie Yu's voice was hoarse and low, but it sounded like a monster crawling out of hell, with a bone-chilling coldness that pierced Yuan Ye's eardrums.

"I'm not that Xie Qingyu anymore, but you're still the original Yuan Ye."

"The Imperial Master is indeed as you thought. If you want the truth, I can show you. If you still want to be the original Yuan Ye, you'd better come back and take a look peacefully and leave happily."

"If you can really become an immortal, you must forget this place. You must forget it."

"The Great Zhou Golden Palace is covered in blood that cannot be washed away. There is nothing to worry about."

Lin Du was eavesdropping in the front hall, and when he realized what was happening, he muttered in disbelief, "What kind of super love brain is this?"