His brain was buzzing now and he didn't know what to do.

In fact, Qu Yun just wanted to hold Qi Muyao hostage to be on the safe side. He never thought of actually killing this innocent girl, let alone defile her.

He said those words just because he felt aggrieved for a moment and wanted to scare Qi Muyao on purpose.

Now that Qi Muyao is dead, when Jiang Zhige finds out, won’t he be hunted all over the world?

Qu Yun didn't stay stunned for too long, because Jiang Zhige was in Bailulin not far away. If he was discovered at this time, he would surely die.

"No! Not me!"

"I didn't mean to kill you, you asked for it!"

Qu Yun’s face turned pale. He quickly erased his own trace and turned around to escape into the distance.

Since he started practicing Taoism, he has always tried to have a clear conscience, but now he has accidentally killed an innocent girl, and the guilt almost makes his Taoism faith waver.

When Qu Yun left, the only one left was Qi Muyao, whose body was gradually festering.

She did not try to call for help, nor did she have any fear of death.

On the contrary, Qi Muyao felt a little relieved. At least her death was not meaningless. At least she died outside Bailulin where Jiang Zhige lived.

For Yu Qi Muyao, it is God's mercy that she can live to this day.

If Jiang Zhige had not appeared, she might have chosen to commit suicide more than forty years ago.

It was Jiang Zhige who lit a fire in the cold winter night, making her feel the warmth she had never experienced in her life.

Even though she was unable to truly experience the tenderness in Jiang Zhige's heart, Qi Muyao died without regrets.

Qi Muyao slowly took out an amulet and held it in her hand with difficulty, as the past events gradually emerged in her mind.

That gentle voice seems to still linger in my ears.

That loving hand seemed to still be caressing the top of my head.

"Brother Chuan."

Qi Muyao's eyes had been filled with darkness, but suddenly a ray of light appeared.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty to grab it, but unfortunately, even though it was so close, she couldn't touch it no matter what.

The light grew fainter and fainter until it could no longer be seen.

There is no timely rain, and no hero saves the beauty.

Jiang Zhige was dealing with the issues between Su Qingqiu and the other two girls, so he would not arrive at this time to save her life.

Qi Muyao's bare hands fell weakly to the ground, and a tear slid down her face.

"If in the next life, we can meet again."

Qi Muyao's only regret was that she had not been able to see Jiang Zhige's appearance with her own eyes.

For ten years, she thought about him day and night, had trouble sleeping at night, and often saw Jiang Zhige in her dreams.

Unfortunately, Jiang Zhige's face was always covered by a layer of hazy white mist, and he would always turn around and leave at the last moment.

Now, the dream has become reality.

She didn't make it until Jiang Zhige noticed her, nor did she see the light again.

Outside Bailulin, there was only silence.

Jiang Zhige didn't have much killing intent towards Qu Yun in his heart, and instead felt more desolate.

Although Qu Yun was hateful, if Jiang Zhige had found Qi Muyao earlier, he would never have let her die outside Bailulin.

Although they were only a few miles away, Jiang Zhige still couldn't find Qi Muyao.

Now Qi Muyao is a rotten and smelly corpse. Even if he kills Qu Yun a thousand times, what is the point? Jiang Zhige lowered his head, said nothing, and walked back alone.

Ning Qiu Shui had tears in her eyes and stood there for a long time without saying a word.

A few days later, Jiang Zhige and Ning Qiu Shui found a place with beautiful scenery in Bailulin and built a tomb for Qi Muyao that was neither luxurious nor simple.

There were not many people coming to mourn, and no relatives were present. Only Jiang Zhige and Ning Qiu Shui watched her coffin being buried.

After this, Jiang Zhige became taciturn and just drank all day long.

Ning Qiu Shui was equally sad. Although she was always by Jiang Zhige's side, she was the one crying silently most of the time.

During Jiang Zhige's retreat, Ning Qiu Shui taught Qi Muyao how to practice every day. They have been together day and night for thirty years, like sisters and master and disciple.

Now that she has witnessed Qi Muyao die in this way, will her grief be less than Jiang Zhige's?

There was no exchange of words between the two, they just stayed by each other's side, immersed in their sorrow.

Three days later, Ning Qiu Shui went to sort out Qi Muyao's belongings, while Jiang Zhige was still drinking alone in the woods.

Not long after, Ning Qiu Shui came back.

With tears in her eyes, she said nothing and silently took out a storage ring and placed it on the stone table.

Jiang Zhige's expression relaxed slightly. He stopped pouring wine into his mouth and released his spiritual sense to check the items in the storage ring.

There were no mountains of treasures, nor any powerful spiritual weapons in the storage ring.

Yes, they are just neatly organized embroidered amulets.

Jiang Zhige had a dull expression on his face, and suddenly realized that during the time she was away from him, Qi Muyao still hadn't given up her embroidery skills.

Before meeting Jiang Zhige, Qi Muyao made a living and also enjoyed embroidery.

Although she was blind, she could only find some pleasure in embroidery, and she never gave up even when her hands were covered in blood.

In the past in Bailulin, Jiang Zhige would stop Qi Muyao from embroidering and self-mutilating.

Qi Muyao would often stop, because with Jiang Zhige's company, she no longer needed embroidery to find the meaning of life.

However, what else can Qi Muyao do when she is away from Jiang Zhige?

At a glance, there are nearly four thousand amulets, each of which has the three words "Jiang Pingchuan" engraved on it.

It contains Qi Muyao's expectation for ten years, as well as her deep longing and love.

The so-called ten-year period is dispensable to Jiang Zhige.

For Qi Muyao, it is her lifelong expectation.

Now, the questionable affection in Jiang Zhige's eyes was verified one by one by these bloody amulets, but he could no longer compensate or respond.

I recalled the delicate face of that fragile girl, I recalled how she stuttered in front of me, I recalled how she stumbled and groped for herself helplessly.

A heart-wrenching sadness instantly swept through my body.

Regret for not being able to respond to Qi Muyao's feelings? Guilt for not being able to save Qi Muyao's life? A myriad of emotions surged like an ocean, and every bit of the past that surfaced was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, constantly falling on Jiang Zhige's already broken heart.

Jiang Zhige tightly grasped the wine glass in his hand, tears streaming down his face.

He began to doubt the meaning of monasticism and even doubt everything about himself.

It's so ridiculous and pathetic that I was reborn to control this body. I didn't accomplish anything.

He has great cultivation skills, but he cannot even win back the people he cares about, and instead keeps losing them.

Ning Qiu Shui also burst into tears. She didn't say anything, but just held Jiang Zhige's hand.

The two looked at each other, tears streaming down their faces in silence.

At this moment, all the words in the world seem weak and powerless.

Only with each other's company can we give each other a little comfort.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Jiang Zhige slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky, suddenly feeling a little emotional.

I still remember that when he witnessed Liu Chuyao's death, he saw it very clearly.

What happened cannot be undone, and the same goes for people. Just follow your heart.

Thinking back now, my arrogant attitude towards the world seems ridiculous.

When everything happens around you, you will understand how understated the word "original heart" is.

If one fails to reach the state of selflessness and transcendence, even one with the heart of an emperor will bow down before the seven emotions and six desires.

The word "sorrow" alone was enough to bring about countless emotions, almost causing a crack in Jiang Zhige's spiritual heart.

After a long time, Jiang Zhige sighed and looked down at Ning Qiu Shui who was sleeping in his arms.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she curled up in Jiang Zhige's arms. Her former breathtaking beauty was no longer visible, and only made people feel pity for her.

Jiang Zhige's expression gradually became firm. Now he couldn't stop there. He had to at least protect those who needed protection.