In the next few days, Zhang Zhao and Lin Sijing were both cultivating in Luoxia Peak. It's not so much to worship Ye Hong as a teacher, but to find a quiet place for the two of them to cultivate on their own. Master Ye Hong didn't know what he was busy with, sometimes he went out early in the morning and came back in two or three days, and after he came back, he also locked himself in the house and ordered the two of them not to disturb him. For the cultivation of the two, she just gave guidance according to her mood, and as for Lin Sijing, she didn't care about it at all from beginning to end.

Lin Sijing's cultivation has always been taught by Zhang Zhao, and until now, the two of them have not come into contact with any secret books about the martial arts in the Sword Gate, and Ye Hong doesn't seem to plan to teach them.

In this way, a whole month has passed, and Zhang Zhao's sword technique is really slow. So he finally couldn't help it, and when he was having dinner that evening, he asked Ye Hong and said, "Master, there is something I want to ask you. ”

Lin Sijing also stopped the dishes and chopsticks and looked over to Ye Hong, only to see that she didn't seem to hear it, she went to pick up the vegetables and eat by herself, and she didn't mean to open her mouth at all.

"Master, the apprentices have been here for more than a month, why don't you teach some knowledge in the Sword Gate, and let me practice against the waterfall all the time?"

Knowing that Ye Hong never talked nonsense, Zhang Zhao asked directly.

At this time, Ye Hong turned her eyes to look at Zhang Zhao and said lightly: "I have my own arrangements." ”

Zhang Zhao was a little speechless, Master's degree of pity was about to catch up with the number one swordsman in the Western Regions, he really couldn't imagine how he would have to live if the two of them became masters and apprentices?

Seeing that Ye Hong refused to say more, Zhang Zhao didn't ask any more, and after dinner, he returned to his room and began to cultivate.

Early the next morning, when Zhang Zhao was about to do his homework and water the flowers in the yard, he suddenly found that his master Ye Hong was standing among the flowers and admiring the flowers.

Ye Hong is a little different today, the clothes on her body are abnormal, the red clothes are gone, and in their place, she is dressed in moon-white clothes. With her soft long hair and charming figure, the whole person looks like a fairy from nine heavens away, and she doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

"Master, morning!"

Zhang Zhao smiled and said hello, and then began to water the flowers.

At this time, Ye Hong picked a rose-like flower, took it in his hand, and said faintly, "Is this flower beautiful?"

Zhang Zhao was suddenly stunned, because this was the first time his master had spoken to him in a month.

"Well, beautiful, beautiful. ”

Ye Hong smiled faintly, like a fairy in the clouds, stretched out her slender jade fingers, picked off the petals one by one, and threw them into the pond next to her.

The white petals float in the water, looking very beautiful, reflecting her white dress today.

"Am I beautiful or am I beautiful?"

Suddenly, Ye Hong, who was sitting on the edge of the pond admiring the fish in the pond, suddenly said something like this, as if she was talking to herself, and as if she was asking Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao's heart was filled with turbulent waves, and he didn't know how to speak for a while about the soul torture of his master, who cherished words like gold.

"Yes......."

After a long time, Zhang Zhao finally spoke, but found that his throat was dry and hoarse, as if it was blocked by something, and finally coughed dryly twice, and said, "It's Master, you are beautiful." ”

As soon as she finished saying this, Ye Hong suddenly stood up, she turned around and looked at Zhang Zhao, and there was a faint and gentle aftermath in her autumn-like eyes. There was some sadness in his expression.

"Do you remember that when we first met, it was the same as now, in the midst of a hundred flowers, I was dressed in white, and you were like this. ”

At this moment, Zhang Zhao panicked, because he found that Ye Hong seemed to suddenly not know himself, or he regarded himself as someone else. In the eyes of tenderness and sadness, there is also a little affection, how can this be good?

"Master, I am your apprentice, Zhang Zhao. ”

Hearing this, Ye Hong snorted coldly, turned around, turned his back to Zhang Zhao, and said in a cold voice: "Today is the day of his death, I specially changed into this shirt, thinking that I could meet him here again." ”

From Ye Hong's back, Zhang Zhao saw endless sadness and her loneliness. For so many years, she has lived here alone, passing the time with cultivation, and drinking to confuse her mind, because in her heart, there has always been a tomb in which a former person is buried.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, Ye Hong's aura soared, and he cut off a large piece of Baimu Flower with one hand, and his expression became disgusted, and he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Two hundred years, two hundred years, why don't you agree with my sword intent, why don't you agree with my philosophy?"

Ye Hong seemed to be crazy, her eyes became terrifying, she became blood red, and the whole person was like a female demon, using these Baimu flowers around her to vent her anger.

"Hmm......."

Suddenly, Ye Hong's whole body was shocked, a mouthful of blood spit out, staining the clothes on his chest red, and the whole person was a little shaky.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhao hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her with one hand, for fear that she would fall.

"Master, your body matters. ”

Blood stained the shirt on her chest like a red rose blooming on a white dress.

Ye Hong's face gradually returned to normal, she wiped a handful of blood from the corner of her mouth, and her expression suddenly became cold.

At this time, I saw Ye Hong's left hand flip for a while, gathering a dazzling white light, which slapped on Zhang Zhao's chest fiercely.

With a "plop", Zhang Zhao was slapped out with a palm, and his body broke the rockery in the pond before falling to the ground.

Lin Sijing, who heard the voice, ran out and saw that Ye Hong and Zhang Zhao were spitting blood, and immediately panicked.

"Hmph, you dare to take advantage of your master's advantage, I'm really tired of it. ”

Ye Hong waved his sleeves and said these words in a cold voice. Poor Zhang Zhao really can't say it, obviously because she was afraid that she would fall, so she stepped forward to support her, who would have thought that she was saying that she was taking advantage of her?

Although he felt wronged, Zhang Zhao also understood that his master was now in the sad stage of love, so he hurriedly ran over and knelt on the ground, praying and saying, "Master, the apprentice knows that he is wrong." ”

"Hmph!" Ye Hong snorted coldly and said, "You get out, I don't want to see you again." ”

"Master. ”

Ye Hong turned around and walked into the house, and after a while, there was a fierce slamming of the door, and Zhang Zhao knelt on the ground, not moving.

"Senior brother, what's wrong, why did you get into a fight with Master?"

Seeing that Ye Hong was so angry, Lin Sijing asked Zhang Zhao with an anxious face.

"Alas...... It's hard to put into words. ”

Zhang Zhao sighed deeply and continued to kneel on the ground, begging Ye Hong to forgive him.