Farewell, Jiang Nanjun asked Xi Mutong to say a few words to Shui Ling'er alone, and Xi Mutong waited in the distance.

Jiang Nanjun swept away the smiling expression of the past, revealing a stern face, while Shui Ling'er seemed to be smiling, looking like he didn't care if he wanted to kill or chop.

Jiang Nanjun said earnestly: "Ling'er, the whole thing is not as you imagined. There are many doubts in this, which you have overlooked. ”

Shui Ling'er rolled her eyes, her head tilted to the side, not wanting to listen.

Seeing his attitude, Jiang Nanjun knew that he couldn't let him think alone anymore, and continued: "In order to save Zhuyue's life that day, Xi Muxian went to the Lancang River alone to see the Lancang God, and the unicorn in his body was highly poisonous, and he almost died. Later, fortunately, he was rescued by the broken flute, and he was able to dispel the cold poison. And the broken flute, but because of this, he lay in the real jade coffin and has not yet woken up. This matter is handled by my own hands, and there will be no fake. ”

Shui Ling'er recalled the scene at the fairy and demon banquet that day, Xi Mutong spat blood from his mouth, almost fell from the clouds, and was taken away by the broken flute, which he saw with his own eyes.

Jiang Nanjun continued: "I don't know much about the internal affairs of Jiluo Mountain, so I can't verify whether the tears of the three Gu carving beasts can really save your master. But according to the later investigation, among the ninety-eight immortal households in the Jiluo Mountain Immortal Household Book, there is no so-called Zhang Orion family has a daughter named Caitong at all, so this matter is true and false, only you can judge for yourself. ”

Deep in Shui Ling'er's heart, a huge wave was turned.

"As for the matter of breaking the Bamboo Moon Immortal Root...... At this point, Jiang Nanjun himself was also full of sadness, paused, and continued with tears: "He and Xingzhu Immortal were transformed from the same bamboo tree spirit, and they were born from the same root. Once he dies, it means that Xingzhu Immortal cannot live alone. Therefore, cutting off his immortal root is the only way to allow your Uncle Zhuxing to continue his immortal life. With your master's character, do you think he will beg your aunt to do this?"

Jiang Nanjun clearly put these points out, and the hard stubbornness in Shui Ling'er's heart has been worn out by most of it. He felt as if his brain had been hollowed out of it, and it hurt uncomfortably.

After Jiang Nanjun finished speaking, he reached out and took out Lu Tianyu from his flower pocket.

"Ling'er, if you want to see your master, Lu Tianyu can help you. In fact, he has been staying in this piece of jade, with you. ”

"What, the master is in Lu Tianyu?" Shui Ling'er was dazed.

I saw Jiang Nanjun's hand thrown upward, and the jade floated lightly in the air.

He recited a few more words, and a wisp of green smoke slowly floated out of the jade, transforming into several different pictures.

What appears in each painting is the scene of Taketsuki's life.

He was reading at his desk, meditating in the Zen room, or reading hard in the sunlit Valley of Passions.

"Master-" Shui Ling'er suddenly had a mixture of joy and sorrow, and collapsed to the ground.

For such a long time, he only hoped that after falling asleep every night, he could meet his master in his dreams, but he didn't expect that from Lu Tianyu, he could relive his voice and smile!

Jiang Nanjun explained, "This Lu Tianyu, from the ancient Fuxi era, has a common relationship with people's emotions, is very affectionate, and likes to record people's lives. Of course, the person who is recorded is usually dead and disillusioned, and it recalls the past with the deceased with the living. After regaining Lu Tian, I searched for records related to Huanshu in it, but found nothing, so I can continue to believe that she is still alive. ”

This water bell completely understood the deep meaning of Jiang Nanjun giving Lu Tian to herself.

Thinking of his attitude in the past few days, he was full of regret, and cried bitterly at Jiang Nanjun's feet: "Brother Jiangnan, Ling'er is wrong......

Jiang Nanjun helped him up, stroked his shoulder, and comforted: "Ling'er, go back to Jiluo Mountain, slowly, you will understand what kind of person your aunt and uncle are." And the Three Realms are about to be in chaos, and there are still many important tasks waiting for you to complete. ”

Shui Ling'er choked up and couldn't speak, so she had to nod heavily.

Back at Jiluo Mountain, Xi Mutong tied the water bell into a zongzi and hung it on the side of the thousand-winged ice and snow beast, while he turned his back to him and sat on the other side.

Shui Ling'er no longer struggled to resist, and was as quiet as a stone.

There was no word in the flight, only birds and clouds passed by.

He bitterly recalled the scene of shuttling in the clouds with Zhuyue in the past, and thought that he would return to Jiluo Mountain, where he could no longer find his master, and his heart was full of fear.

He stared blankly at Xi Mutong's spotless back, and asked silently in his heart: "This qiē, are you wrong, or am I wrong?"