The person who came was dressed in a big fur, with a long figure, walking like the wind, and a cautious expression.

It was Yi Fengze, the young head of the Yi family who Zhiqian wanted to find before.

Zhiqian raised his eyes and looked at the sky, yes, it was broad daylight.

In broad daylight, what did this young family master do when he came to the ancestral cemetery?

It's easy to figure it out, just follow him.

Zhiqian fell behind Yi Fengze not far away, and saw him groping into the depths of the forest step by step.

Deep in the woods......

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhiwan's mind, and it disappeared before he had time to think deeply.

…… Never mind.

Let's follow along.

Yi Fengze's footsteps are not slow, and it is not the first time he has come here, so finding the way is very smooth, and it will take less than an hour to reach the destination.

If Zhiqi guessed correctly, this should be the center of the woods.

An old tree, which was noticeably much taller than the others, stood tall.

The tree is a tree with a year, standing on the top of the world, intertwined roots, luxuriant branches, holding on to the scarlet and jumping, turning and sitting on a relatively thick branch.

Directly below is where Yi Fengze is located.

"Inheriting the legacy of the ancestors, Zi Yi Fengze, come here to solve. ”

The man's hands formed a framed handprint, and he bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a bright and fine drop of blood.

The blood beads seemed to have a spirit when they left the body, and slowly flew through the man's fingers towards the ancient tree.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the trunk of the tree.

Zhiqian thought for a moment and patted the trunk: "Eh, which generation of ancestors are you, it won't be the Yi clan, right?"

Speaking of this, Zhiqian suddenly remembered that when she was still alive, she had been in the Yi family for three months, and she had never heard of the custom of tree burial in the Yi family.

I didn't expect it before, first, the memory somehow decreased, and second, I subconsciously thought that it was not important.

After all, who is okay to talk to friends about the funeral rites in their own home?

Now that I think about it, in the Yi family, Yi Jiangshu treated her as a guest, and took the time to walk around the Yi family's mansion with her from time to time, and I had never encountered similar woods at that time.

In other words, at that time, the Yi family had no trees at all.

Not a single one.

The family custom of tree burial should have been established by a certain generation in later generations.

In this way, this tree can be regarded as her junior.

As he thought so, the trunk of the ancient tree began to glow with a cyan glow.

Before she could figure out where the familiar halo was coming from, a familiar voice sounded in her ears.

"Who's coming?"

This is......

"The son of the 919th generation head of the junior Yi family, Yi Fengze. ”

Yi Fengze under the tree put away his gesture and made an ancient salute respectfully, with an excited look on his face.

Although it was not the first time he had entered this forest, it was the first time that he had awakened the Ancestral Heroic Spirit with his summoning technique.

I didn't have much confidence in my heart, but I didn't expect to succeed once, but when I was young, I didn't calm down in my heart, and I was so happy.

"What's going on?"

The voice was cold, with an ethereal and shallow fairy aura, and there was naturally no emotion in the words, as if a high-minded and ruthless fairy was talking.

When I first heard it, I couldn't tell the difference between men and women, but it was also, where did the gods come from between men and women.

This voice is all too familiar to Zhiwan, and I heard it in my memory not long ago.

It was the voice of her best friend, Yi Jiangshu.

How could Yi Jiang Shu be buried by a tree?

It can't be, right?

Obviously she's ......

Holding her temples, no, she didn't see Yi Jiangshu's body at all, let alone how she was buried.

…… No, it shouldn't be that way.

With her temperament, she would inevitably go to see the tomb of her best friend, and she would never leave without seeing anything.

"Ashu, Ashu—"

"Yi Jiangshu—"

In her memory, there is only her own call for no reason, and she is extremely sad.

I......

What did I see?

The ghost sitting on the branch of the tree frowned, his face was full of irritation, and his eyes, which had never seen much emotion, seemed to overflow with many, many mixed emotions for a moment.

Like a blank field, the blink of an eye is splashed with colorful paint.

It's a mess, and it's not clear.

The man under the tree said respectfully: "Back to the ancestors, the junior suffers from soul splitting disease, and my father once sealed the soul of the junior when he was young, but unexpectedly the seal was loosened, and the other half of the soul was difficult to suppress. ”

"The younger generation once heard that the ancestors suffered from this disease, so they came to seek advice. ”

"Seeking ......"

Yi Jiangshu's voice was a little indifferent: "Don't you know, I died young?"

"The juniors know, but ...... It's hard to ......!!"

Yi Fengze thought of something, and his expression changed drastically.

"There is indeed a solution, but it eats your vitality and robs you of your life, so do you still ask for teaching?"

Yi Fengze said with difficulty: "I don't know how to use this method, what's the problem with Yu Shoushu?"

"If you use this method, you will only live for a maximum of fifteen years. ”

Fifteen years?

Zhixuan inevitably remembered that in the past, if Yi Jiangshu lived for fifteen years, that is to say, she used this method to treat the Soul Splitting Disease before she met her.

"If you don't treat it, the two souls are one, and it won't be a problem to live until you die of old age, and if you are cured, you will only have fifteen years. What is your choice?"

Fifteen years is not long to say, and short is not short.

Enough for a babbling child to grow into a beautiful teenager.

And for a couple who are happy with each other and want to stay together, it is just a snap of a finger.

For Yi Fengze, it is probably more important to accompany his beloved wife.

So he pondered for a long time, and arched his hand: "The junior knows, Xie Xianzu pointed out." ”

"Your choice?"

"I ...... I still hope that I can live a long time so that I can accompany my wife for the rest of my life. ”

If I leave early, and the child is only fifteen years old, how can I protect my wife?

It will never work.

"Then go ahead. ”

After speaking, the green mangs flowing on the ancient trees slowly dimmed, and the wind blew the leaves to make a "rustling" sound, as if sending off guests.

Yi Fengze saluted respectfully again: "Congratulations to the ancestors." ”

Looking at the back of the man who had not entered the forest, Zhiqian hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

After all, now she is in the illusion cast by Meng Qingyao's memory, and everything is based on customer needs.

As for these mysteries of herself......

There's always time to figure it out.

…… Ahem, besides, even if she stays there, she won't be able to communicate with the ancient tree.

It's one thing to be able to touch it, it's another thing that she's not real in this scene.

As soon as he held his hands up, his body slid in the direction where Yi Fengze left like a light hong, still keeping a distance not far away.

Because she was thinking about things in her heart, and she was facing back, she didn't notice that after she left, the ancient tree that had been restored to normal had a shallow layer of green light on the simple and clumsy trunk.

The blue light intertwines, as if a pair of invisible hands deftly weave them together, weaving the shape of a person.

The figure of the woman in green clothes appeared faintly, looking at the back of the stubborn scarf, and in her indifferent and cold eyes, she gently spread out a little mottled smile.

Afu, long time no see.