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The master then specially found some seedlings that had been discarded, personally watched me kill them every day, and then ordered me to cut my tendons and thin skin and remove my bones until my movements were skillful, and then when I raised the knife to kill, Ren Duo didn't even blink an eye.

She said Yun'er, killing people is a basic skill for you to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes.

Maybe she's still right.

I stood under the hibiscus flowers in the blue sea and looked back at the colorful exercises on the old banyan tree. The pale and weak face of the woman in the Eight Immortal Hall occasionally flashed in his mind, the cool and firm gaze of the breeze flashed, and the painful and frightened faces of those wasted seedlings flashed, and the heart was numb and painful.

It's been a long time since I've worn that colorful robe, and the blue dome has shattered and burned it. My garments are no longer as red as blood, but pure and plain white, as if in this way I could escape the torture of my conscience.

Conscience is a harmful thing.

At the end of the vision were twenty lonely graves, each of which contained a bloody corpse.

It's all my handiwork.

Master once pointed to the graves and said, "Yun'er, do you know why they died?"

I replied indifferently, "They were killed by the sword I killed." ”

Master said, "No, they are our people, but they were killed by your conscience. Today is ten or twenty deaths, and if you have a clear conscience in the future, I, Mo Liang, Biqiong, and even yourself, our entire Penglai, will be killed by your conscience. “

All I know is that a man with bloody hands is not worthy of a conscience.

For the sake of the people closest to me, for the sake of Penglai, I swore to hide my conscience in a forgotten corner of my heart.

I buried a strand of green silk between the lonely graves and buried a new mound with my own hands.

Since then, I have no conscience again.

......

Today is a rare day, Penglai Island is full of lights and festive.

Today is Master's birthday celebration every three years.

As before, Master sent two men from the mainland who were extremely good-skinned and quite talented to come in to fill her Water Cloud Immortal Palace.

Master wants a beautiful man, not only for the joy of the flesh, but also for the joy of love and love. She said that a fresh face and constant love can make a woman youthful, and a woman without love is like a plucked stamen, which will wither in a short time.

The men of Shuiyun Immortal Palace are like half of the masters of the entire Penglai, the master will never force them to do anything, they can even enter and leave the various branches of Penglai Island freely, and they are like half masters in terms of food and clothing. This kind of recreation would end with their lives one day when she was tired, and then disappear into the sea with the vast expanse of the water.

The gold bricks and jade tiles on Penglai Island reflect the wonders of the mountains and rivers, like a fairyland on earth.

When I looked up at the endless blue sea and blue sky, I couldn't help but feel that I had experienced myself.

I am just a delicate butterfly with weak wings, and no matter how colorful I am, I can only hover in the small world of Penglai Island for the rest of my life.

I often tremble and wonder that maybe one day, Master will also be tired of me, Biqiong, and Mo Liang, and at that time, will our fate be the same as those men who were thrown into the sea.

This worry is like a sharpened knife that hangs over my head all the time, and I don't know when it will land, but I am afraid that it will eventually land.

The sound of Biqiong's delicate footsteps greeted him again.

I turned to her and smiled, Biqiong seemed overwhelmed.

"It's windy, let's go back." Without waiting for her to urge, I said to myself.

"There's no hurry." Biqiong said. "I'm going to leave here in three or two days, and it's good to take a look at the mountains and rivers of Penglai."

I stared at her. She frowned lightly, and looked intently at the Eight Immortals Hall submerged in the sea of clouds in Penglai, with nostalgia in her eyes, confusion, and some feelings that I couldn't understand.

Biqiong is different from me, she has always stayed here, no matter how much injustice and loneliness it brings her, her roots are here.

Therefore, Mo Liang's wish to take me and Biqiong away and fly away is probably just his wishful thinking.

For me, I don't want a blue dome between two people.

Yu Biqiong, can't resist the sense of fate that life is a Penglai person, and death is a Penglai soul.

"Biqiong, if you can leave here one day, will you come back?" I asked knowingly.

"Yes. If I don't go back to Penglai, where can I go? "The blue eyes are like a deep pool of water.

For the first time, I discovered that ignoring Master's smoke and eyes, and the desertion of the blue sky, Yunsu and Master were actually very similar. The same perfect and impeccable countenance, the same deep eyes that glow lilac when reflecting strong light, the same melon seed face, fox-like charming eyes, a small and straight nose, a cherry-like moist red lips and a pointed chin.

"Biqiong, has anyone said that you look like Master?" I said suddenly.

"The whole Penglai, who else is qualified to talk about it except you." The blue dome is secluded.

I just don't want to say it. I was about to talk about something to divert the topic, but I heard Biqiong say: "In Penglai, it's not what the master wants you to look like, what you will be."

I don't know what I can say to comfort her. When I was five years old, Biqiong, who was also five years old, came to me, and from the beginning I was conscientious and indifferent to reject people thousands of miles away. Not to mention anything else, just the pair of eyes that showed amber purple when reflecting light, I don't know how much suffering I suffered in the Immortal Gu Hall.

I don't know, why did Master create a blue dome that looked so much like himself, did he want to keep his face in another way, or did he want to remind himself of something all the time?

There is no hurry, sooner or later, this mystery is to be solved.

I forgot if I told you what Bihai Chaosheng was. In fact, it is a dangerous peak, the highest point of the whole Penglai, standing here, you can overlook everything in Penglai.

I, Biqiong, and Mo Liang Suri like to stand here, not only because I can have an unobstructed view of the landscape palace in Penglai here, but also because this place is open all around, and there is no room for others to hide, and I don't have to endure the anxiety and panic of being watched everywhere all the time.

I habitually looked at the side of the Xiantan Pond, where a long white figure was faintly shaking.

I said, "I'd like to go see him, and maybe listen to him tell some stories before I leave."

Biqiong no longer objected this time, nodded, followed me down the blue sea tide, walked through the long plane forest, shuttled through the undulating hills for a long time, and finally arrived at the Xian Pond.

There is a square field on the edge of the pond, in which many fresh vegetables grow, and beyond that is the thatched hut surrounded by a fence. Compared with Penglai's gold bricks and jade tiles, it seems monotonous and poor, but in my opinion, it is more natural and simple, and even a little bit of Penglai Island's unseen taste.