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And Donghuang Taixuan's body also dried up inch by inch, turning into dust, and his soul was absorbed by the moonlight, and he didn't know where to go.

In the distance, Zhu Xuan's heart set off one uproar after another, and she couldn't understand how Feng Jiu Kite suddenly became like this, she was really more terrifying than a demon......

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A month later, on the top of Wuji Mountain, through the Shadow Palace, Feng Jiu Kite was drunkenly lying on the roof of his house and drinking.

For a month, she had been like this every day, drunk and asleep, awake and drunk, numbing herself incessantly, trying to free herself from the grief of Lord Yama's death.

In the heart of her eyebrows, Xian'er's spirit body was about to come out, but she couldn't get out, because since that day, Feng Jiu Kite had sealed her in a corner of her body.

Xian'er has been with her for so long, and she still doesn't seem to understand what human nature is, just like when she was in the Zhao Empire, she didn't know what killing was at all. She knows how to be grateful, but she doesn't know how to be merciful, her strength is even more terrifying than Feng Jiu Kite imagined, if she is not restrained, the consequences are unimaginable.

Erbao lay quietly on the roof and guarded his master, refusing to leave. Wuji Mountain is not far from the Shadowless Forest, and the Fengjiu Kite originally asked it to go back to see its mother, but it was not at ease, so it refused to leave.

The owner was sad, and it was not only Erbao who was sad, but also the unicorn and the peach ball in human form.

Taoqiu is dressed in a pink skirt, with a round and bulging face, a pair of big eyes that sprout thousands of creatures, but her body is not fat.

In the past month, her appetite has not been as good as before, because her master is sad, so she also looks listless every day leaning on the cloud weaving flower tree and staring blankly at her master.

Yunhua would come a few times a day, and every time she would bring the food she made with her heart, but Feng Jiu Kite didn't move at all, and often when she came over, Feng Ji Kite was already drunk and unconscious.

When Feng Jiu Kite first came back, Cai Qing would come to accompany her every day, Danzong of course could see Cai Qing's heart for Feng Jiu Kite, but he knew that the person who Feng Jiu Kite belonged to was not Cai Qing, so for the sake of the two apprentices, he sent Cai Qing down the mountain.

On this day, Yaotan Zhenjun came, came to Danzong, learned about Feng Jiu Kite's situation, and also came to her roof to drink with her.

It was getting late, and the sky had taken away the ethereal red clouds in the west, ushering in the curtain of night.

The wind gently floated the weaving cloud flower tree, and large patches of weaving cloud flowers fell with the wind.

"Wine is a good thing. Yaotan Zhenjun glanced at her with a bottle of wine, and a ripple appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The wine you brew is the sweetest wine that Benjun has ever drunk, but unfortunately I have an urge to cry when I enter my throat." ”

Feng Jiu Kite didn't talk. Yaotan Zhenjun smiled again, "It's the first time I've seen a girl drinking until she is messy and dirty, fortunately you are not a man, otherwise you must have a full beard at this moment." ”

In normal life, Feng Jiu Yuan might have laughed a long time ago, and she should have been flattered that a senior who had not had much intersection in the past and had always been indifferent came to talk to her like this.

But she couldn't laugh.

Yaotan Zhenjun looked at her for a while, the smile on his face slowly faded, and his eyes brought memories, and said: "Fate always likes to play tricks on people, but people must always learn to be able to afford to let go." If it weren't for the impermanence of the world, I would have a husband now. His name is Ji Ya, and he died very early, the day before our wedding, and it was your master Han Jing Zhenjun who killed him. ”

Feng Jiu Kite's drinking action was slightly stagnant.

"More than two hundred years ago, the three of us married Jin Lan and practiced together, I like your master, this is a well-known thing. But your master ......" she paused and took a sip of wine, "Ji Ya has been very kind to me, and has expressed his heart to me very early, hoping to become a Taoist couple with me and cultivate together. At that time, I didn't agree, but I was angry that your master was indifferent after hearing about it. In a fit of anger, he agreed to Ji Ya and chose the day of marriage. However, the day before we got married, your master was careless in cultivation and strayed into the demonic path. Ji Ya sacrificed his life to save him. ”

Hearing this story, Feng Jiu Yuan's heart was shocked, he didn't expect the relationship between Master Danzong and Yaotan Zhenjun and that Jiya predecessor to be like this, no wonder Master likes Yaotan Zhenjun but never shows his intentions, because he hides deep guilt in his heart, guilt for Ji Ya.

Yaotan Zhenjun said again: "You said that your master, obviously ...... I could feel that he liked me at that time, but why...... You want to give me up to Jiya?"

"Because Master doesn't want to hurt Ji Ya. ”

"Then he'd rather hurt me?"

"No, I don't think Master knew that it was him who you liked at that time, he thought that what you liked was Ji Ya. With Master's calm character, how could he easily fall into the devil? It is not because he was restless and unable to concentrate and calm down during the exercises. ”

Yaotan Zhenjun's beautiful eyes stretched slightly, as if she had been empowered by Daigo, and then she remembered that at that time, she only knew to test Han Jing Zhenjun's thoughts, but she never took the initiative to express her thoughts.

"I thought you wouldn't be sober when you were drunk, but I didn't expect the analysis to be very thorough. ”

"Yes, even if you're drunk, your mind is still clear. Feng Jiu Yuan smiled bitterly.

After being silent for a long time, she took a few sips of wine and said, "I've been thinking these days, why did Nandou Zhenjun let people arrest Yan Luo? He is Nandou Zhenjun, shouldn't everything be under his control? If Yan Luo doesn't go to the Zhao Empire, he won't die." ”

"If you want to know, why don't you ask for yourself?"

"But what if you ask? Yan Luo is still dead. ”

"If you ask, you probably won't be so numb yourself with wine all day long. ”

Feng Jiu Yuan looked at her sideways, with a light in her drunken eyes, Yaotan Zhenjun continued: "If you want to know something, you have to ask clearly, the Nandou Zhenjun I know has never been a person who has broken his promise. ”

Seeing that Feng Jiu was stunned, she stroked her head, "You girl, you have a smart mind, especially the comprehension and spiritual wisdom in cultivation that I have never seen before. Analyze other people's affairs so well, why are you confused when you come to yourself?"

She stood up, "Remember that you must come to Nandou Zhenjun tomorrow, I will wait for you outside his cave mansion, if you don't come, I will ask your master to punish you for confinement." ”

With that, with a flick of his light sleeves, his body floated into the air and flew away.