Wen Jing squatted down, holding the jade slip and said to Dagui: "Who gave you this jade slip?"

Dagui looked at him blankly, and suddenly crawled out slowly.

Wen Jing followed Dagui out the door, and looked from a distance at a young man standing under a pine tree, with his back to him and looking into the distance. Wen Jing picked up Dagui, walked up and said: "Yousi, what are you doing here?"

"It's time, I should go."

Wen Jing looked at him strangely: "Where are you going?"

Yousi smiled faintly and pointed upwards: "To where I should go."

Wen Jing looked at him coldly: "In the white clouds?"

Yousi laughed: "I could have taken you with me, but it's a pity that you couldn't kill Jun Yanzhi. We'll meet again in the future - maybe a few thousand years, maybe tens of thousands of years, maybe never again."

"What do you mean?"

You Si sighed, "Nothing. I was the one who caused He Ling, Duan Xuan, and Mo Shaoyan to go crazy. Even Jun Yanzhi didn't understand what was going on. The Sword of Illusion and the ending of "The Tribulation of All Life" were also given to you by me. You don't have to think too much."

Wen Jing was anxious and pursed his lips tightly, "Who are you? The one who brought me here?"

You Si looked at the big turtle in Wen Jing's arms vaguely, smiling, "That's not me. It's just that you I have contributed to being here. I wish you and Jun Yan a long and happy marriage - if you can coax him back."

Wen Jing looked at him with hatred: "I chased him away, how can I coax him back? The sword I stabbed him with was also made by you?"

You Si said "Oh", smiled faintly and said: "Yes, the sword you stabbed him with was also made by me. In addition, the death of Dagui a few days ago was also caused by a little magic I used. Is there anything else you don't understand, you want to ask?" Wen

Jing pushed out a palm.

You Si smiled and turned into a red light, and slowly fell to the spot: "...see you later."

After that, the figure immediately disappeared from under the pine tree without a trace.

Wen Jing was stunned for a while holding Dagui, but still didn't understand what You Si's purpose was. He walked blindly in the mountains, and unknowingly came to an elegant stone house with gurgling water around it. Looking closely, it turned out to be Jun Yanzhi's residence. He stopped at the door, his hands trembling slightly, and pushed open Jun Yanzhi's door.

The room was spotless and as quiet as before.

Every corner of the room was where he and Jun Yanzhi chatted and laughed. There are too many memories left in this place. The laughter and joy seemed to be just yesterday, and their figures were still remnants everywhere.

There was a sudden pain in his head, which stimulated his nerves and made him unable to wake up. He covered his head lightly and walked slowly in the room. He came to Jun Yanzhi's desk, touching the pen, ink, paper, and several old books on the table.

He had read all these books before, and some of them were read with Jun Yanzhi. Wen Jing slowly lay on the table, smelling the fragrance of paper and ink, and his mood gradually calmed down.

He tilted his head and suddenly found that a drawer at the corner of the table was slightly open.

Jun Yanzhi never let him touch this drawer, and he didn't know what was hidden inside.

Wen Jing gently pulled the ring on the drawer and carefully looked through the gap. An old blue-covered book was lying quietly inside.

He took out the blue book gently and opened it silently.

On the first page of the paper, a giant python and a little Taoist priest were lying on the grass in the sun. The little Taoist priest closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep, with long and thick eyelashes. The giant python turned over its white belly, and its head was resting on his belly. Jun Yanzhi is very good at drawing, and the expression of the little Taoist priest is very lifelike and a little cute.

Wen Jing pursed his lips and flipped through the pages one by one.

On the second page, the giant python and the little Taoist priest, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, seemed to have just had a quarrel. The little Taoist priest took a fruit and tried to coax the giant python in a low voice, but the giant python turned its head and ignored him.

On the third page, the little Taoist priest had grown up a little, and was playing with the big turtle with a fruit in one hand, while the giant python coiled up beside him and watched quietly. On

the fourth page, the night was dark and there was no moon. Heavy snow was falling outside the window. The giant python curled up in the quilt and shivered, while the little Taoist priest hugged it and fell asleep.

The fifth page...

the sixth page...

a book full of bits and pieces of life over the past few years. Wen Jing slowly flipped through the pages one by one, and her emotions were like a dam bursting, and she couldn't control herself, sobbing.

As expected, only when you lose something, you know the pain and how to cherish it.

Tears blurred her eyes, and Wen Jing lay on the table, the thick white paper was soaked, and her chest felt as if it was blocked, and she finally fell asleep.