Chapter 189: One Hundred Ways to Kill a Chat

Yuan Ye was trying to please someone who was not interested.

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

's dead."

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

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

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

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 secretly brought with him from his storage ring, "Xie Qingyu, you must have been very tired these years."

Xie Qingyu finally moved after hearing this, slowly turned his head and looked at Yuan Ye. Compared with the fat boy who was called a prince but was actually his follower in his childhood, he seemed to have been reborn, but his eyes still carried the innocence of a young man.

Yes, if the fairy island is really found, there will probably be no such sufferings in the world.

Xie Qingyu smiled, but it was just a smile that made his muscles move, not a genuine smile. "My father and brother have both died on the battlefield, and now there is no Xie Marquis Mansion."

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

Xie Qingyu looked at the wine and wine glasses that he had conjured out of thin air, and his heart became more convinced.

It's probably not fake.

Lin Du suddenly stood up, "Jinxuan, it's time to practice. General Xie, excuse me. Yuan Ye, I'll give you a day to talk about the past today."

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

"Little Master, what kind of practice are you doing?"

Lin Du lazily found a soft couch to sit on, "It's just to give Yuan Ye a space to ask questions, I'll sleep, 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 came with a hint of schadenfreude, "You are an otherworldly spirit. There is not a bit of spirituality 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 was stuffy and her stomach was burning.

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

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

Wei Zhi paused, "I think you are the one who should cut off the world the most, and you, the Liuli people, insist on eating those messy things." After

he finished speaking, he found that Lin Du was looking at him with a sad face, and then he said, "Presumably, the Buddhist disciples have never eaten any good food in their lives, and have never enjoyed the desires of food and drink? You are just jealous, purely jealous."

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, a sweet smell.

"It's not a good thing. After all, we Buddhists can't enjoy the desire of food in this life."

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

"The juice of the Wuxiang fruit, a toy for coaxing children, but it is full of spiritual charm and is good for your digestion of impurities."

Lin Du pinched the bottle, "Do you Buddhists have time to make this stuff?"

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

This matter can't be passed. Lin Du is not the type to apologize actively. She obediently drank a few sips of juice, her eyebrows relaxed a little, and she gave Wei Zhi something.

Wei Zhi took a look and found that it was an ice cube, exuding a very cold spiritual aura. He held it in his hand but it didn't melt.

"Do you people from the Supreme Sect always carry ten thousand year old ice with you when you go out?"

Lin Du was too lazy to answer. She couldn't tell Wei Zhi that his useless master really had nothing to bring her, so he asked her to take her ten thousand year old ice bed with her storage ring. She really couldn't figure out what Wei Zhi was missing. Last time he seemed to like ice cubes very much, so she gave him some ice cubes as a token of appreciation.

She just counted on her fingers and said to Yan Ye, "The eldest and seventh senior sisters gave me a stack of spiritual talismans and spiritual fruits, the second senior brother made a new formation, the third senior brother gave me a sword qi 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 Ye thought that he had all the food, clothing and transportation, so he could just live there. There

was no spiritual energy in the mortal world, so Lin Du could at least stay fresh by sleeping on the ten thousand year old ice bed.

Ten thousand year old ice is ice that was frozen ten thousand years ago and contains abundant spiritual charm. People lying on it can at least absorb some of the pure spiritual charm, but it is a bit 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 put the ice in his pocket, "It's useful."

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

Lin Du was drowsy because he had eaten too much melon seeds and drank sweet juice. Yuan Ye in front of him drank and was drunk.

Xie Yu was a military general, a tall and strong military general, who was clearly a mortal, but his muscles were as strong as Yan Qingmo Lin's. Yuan Ye slapped his own hands and it hurt.

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

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

He drunkenly read out, "Ling...Yin."

Yuan Ye was shocked after he reacted, his voice was a little distorted, and his eyes widened, "Xie Er! You!"

He thought his father had done something crazy again, causing the former young master of Xie Hou to be convicted and reused by his second uncle, but 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", "Is this for your beloved fiancée?"

"She's dead." Xie Yu's voice was faint.

There was no more chatting that day.

Yuan Ye wanted to cover his mouth.

It couldn't be so effective to ask who died.

"Yuan Ye, she's dead."

Baiyunluan was the spiritual wine brewed by Cang Li himself. Yuan Ye drank it, but it was really hard for a mortal to resist.

There was never a place that Yuan Ye could not make lively. Xie Yu was restrained by nature, but when he was listening to him talking 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 Xie Qingyu became calmer as he drank more, but he would talk more.

"She was only sixteen when she died. After winning the war, I would marry her home no matter what."

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

Yuan Ye then realized that Xie Yu's hands were shaking.

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

Xie Yu suddenly turned to look at Yuan Ye, his eyes were dark and sharp, and he didn't look drunk at all.

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

The soul-chasing talisman was hot, indicating that Xie Yu had been in contact with the national teacher.

What could Xie Yu do with a cultivator?

Back then, Young Marquis Xie was engaged to the daughter of Shangshu Song. Whenever he went out with his close friends, all the ancient paintings and books he bought were sent to the Shangshu Mansion.

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

Yuan Ye was so frightened by his old friend's obsessive morbidity that he could not speak, and his throat was tight for a moment.

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

He said, "That national teacher is just a casual cultivator in one world, without any orthodox skills."

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

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

Yuan Ye frowned, "Impossible."

Even if it is a wronged soul, it is rare to wander in the mortal world.

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

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

Xie Yu suddenly laughed, he leaned over and propped one arm on the table, "Yuan Ye, you are testing me, aren't you just trying to ask me when did the national teacher come back and when did he die?"

"I tell you, six years ago, he came back inexplicably. You might as well ask the current emperor what the national teacher did to make him believe that it was the national teacher who cast a spell to stabilize the world."

"The reason why I cleared the emperor's side is because the national teacher abused his power and even kept concubines and male molesters. There are many more corpses in the mass graves outside the capital every month."

"You should know what kind of person your father is. He suppresses meritorious officials and is always thinking about when the Xie Marquis Mansion will be completely destroyed. He tied me to you just because you acted useless. I followed you, but I couldn't help you up. Both of us are useless."

Xie Yu's voice was hoarse and low, but like a monster crawling out of hell, it was piercing Yuan Ye's eardrums with a biting coldness.

"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, forget about this place, you must forget about it."

"The Great Zhou Golden Palace is covered in blood that cannot be washed away. There's nothing good to remember."

Lin Du's consciousness fell on the front hall to eavesdrop. At this moment, he reacted and muttered in disbelief, "What kind of super love brain is this?"