Zong Ye sat by the mandala spring, and the water vapor overflowed his ankles. His black hair was scattered, and his black brocade robe was meticulously tied, the hem of which was wrinkled from sitting by the fountain for too long.

He had been brought back to the Yesha Hall by the gods for more than a month, and although the gods had never felt sorry for him, they did not allow him to leave the Yesha Palace. In addition to the hot springs in front of him, only Situ Lu is here every day.

Zong Ye put a pair of Jiaowei piano in front of him. Bai Luo is not good at music, but Xue Yu, who often walks around the Qinglou of the Music Workshop, is proficient in various musical instruments. When he first arrived at the Forgotten Pavilion, Jiang Qinghan taught Zong Ye how to resist the cold, and Xue Yu wanted to come to make trouble, and deliberately took Zong Ye away to teach music and rhythm when Jiang Qinghan taught him.

Zong Ye put his left hand on the Jiaowei Qin and plucked it gently, this Jiaowei Qin was made of ebony, which Situ Lu made with the leftover materials of the Weiming Palace. It's not a good piano, but the sound is pleasant. Zong Ye took a deep breath and raised his right hand to put it on the piano. The wound on his right hand had healed and was no longer wrapped in thick gauze.

His hands were on the piano and he didn't move, but sweat was oozing from his forehead. After a while, I saw his jade-white fingertips curl slightly, and a note awkwardly came out of the piano. The voice was like mockery and crying, and it was very ugly.

Zong Ye looked down at his hands, and in his already dim eyes, the brilliance seemed to fade a little. The wound on his right hand was healed, but it was useless.

Situ Lu limped down the long corridor. He still had a plate of vegetarian dishes and a pot of wine in his hand. There were very few vegetarian dishes on the plate, only a few leaves. Situ Lu put the plate and wine by the spring, and said in a dumb voice: "Holy Venerable, I am afraid that you will not have the strength to eat this every day." ”

Zong Ye didn't say a word and took a sip of the wine jug.

Situ Lu sighed, if he hadn't been able to see Zong Ye drinking every day, he would have thought that Zong Ye had already lived into a piece of wood. Situ Lu slowly stood up on his knees, and limped out again.

"What's wrong with your leg?"

Situ Lu's whole person trembled, this was the first time Zong Ye had spoken to him since he came to Weiming Palace. Situ Lu's hand trembled slightly. He looked back at Zong Ye and said with a smile: "Xie Shengzun cares, the old slave fell and injured a few days ago, and his leg is a little unfavorable. ”

Zong Ye looked at the faint blood stains oozing from under the hem of Situ Lu's clothes, turned his head silently, and took another sip of wine to himself: "I remember that you brought me some grapes last time?"

Situ lowered his head suddenly: "Such a good thing, how can there be such a thing in this demon world." What's more......" Situ Lu raised his head and glanced at Zong Ye cautiously: "The Holy Venerable doesn't like to eat grapes either. ”

Zong Ye paused with the hand holding the wine jug. He glanced at Situ Lu lightly. Situ buried his head very low, hiding from Zong Ye.

Zong Ye said lightly: "You have an injury on your leg, so you don't have to come to serve today." ”

"Yes. Situ Lu limped a few steps, and when he walked to the hanging flower gate of the Yesha Palace, he turned his head and reminded kindly: "Holy Venerable, this vegetarian dish is just like that, and it won't taste good if it is cold." Saint Venerable, hurry up and eat two bites. ”

Zong Ye glanced at Situ Lu's back lightly, and actually put down the wine jug in his hand as Situ Lu instructed, and ate the vegetarian dishes on the plate cleanly.

"What, aren't you tired of eating grass for so long?" Shen Tu crossed the hanging flower door of the apse of the Yesha Palace, and before the people got close, the arrogant and domineering voice came first.

Zong Ye frowned unhappily, and turned around to see that Shen Tu was followed by a maid in a canary feather black dress, unlike ordinary maids, this maid was deliberately dressed up, with a gorgeous appearance and charming eyes. She raised her head and looked at Zong Ye, a hint of surprise flashing across her face. She looked at Zong Ye and then turned her head to look at Shen Di, and then quickly lowered her head as if she was afraid of being discovered.

Shen Di looked at Zong Ye and said, "This woman is from my palace, but I haven't touched it yet, so I've given it to you." ”

Zong Ye frowned slightly, not wanting to look at the maid more.

Shen Tu smiled sarcastically: "What do you mean by living like this?" Shen Tu looked back at the woman gloomily: "He is me, how you serve me, how you serve him." Wait for me, or you'll know the end. ”

The maid was frightened by the gods, and her face suddenly lost color.

Zong Ye lay in the hot spring to recuperate, and the heat of the hot spring water flowed from his wrist to his limbs, making people a little lazy. "Why didn't you kill me?"

Shen Tu looked at Zong Ye sarcastically: "You just want to die so much?"

Zong Ye opened his eyes slightly, and the water vapor condensed on his eyelashes dripped down from the crow-like eyelashes: "Shendi, who am I?"

The god sneered, "You are me, I am you." Haven't I answered this answer many times?"

Zong Ye said lightly: "I'm different from you. ”

Shen Tu said impatiently: "What's the difference? Take a good look, we have exactly the same eyes, exactly the same nose." We are all saints in this demon realm, what's the difference? Isn't it good to stay in the demon realm with me? No, not only in the demon realm, we can take the demon clan out of this hell and divide the human realm equally with the heavenly clan!"

Zong Ye closed his eyes tiredly.

As soon as Shen Di turned his head and saw Zong Ye soaking in the hot spring, he thought he was a mosquito, and he suddenly jumped to his feet in anger: "Zong Ye!

Zong Ye's ink hair fell next to the red mandala flower, and he had already regarded the god as air.

Shen Tu looked at the maid standing aside angrily and said angrily: "You stay here and set this wood on fire for me!" After that, he turned around and walked out of the Ye Cha Palace.

When the maid saw Shen Di leave, her spine, which had been tense, relaxed. But she knelt on the edge of the hot spring for so long that her knees were weak and she couldn't stand up. The maid looked up at Zong Ye. Although that face is exactly the same as that of the gods, it does not have the same aura as the gods. With the same face, the maid didn't dare to look at the gods, but she could see the gods when she looked at Zong Ye.

After a while, Zong Ye's brows frowned slightly. The maid suddenly reacted, and instantly returned to her coquettish appearance. She walked to Zong Ye's side on her knees: "The Holy Venerable wants to bathe?

Zong Ye looked down at the mandala Hua by the hot spring, deaf to Ning Zhen's words, the wine in his hand had already been drunk, and the five fingers of his right hand could barely hold the empty wine jug.

Seeing that Zong Ye was silent, Ning Zhen became bolder. She gently placed a pair of soft breasts on Zong Ye's shoulder, slowly slashed across Zong Ye's neck, and slid towards Zong Ye's overlapping collar.

Suddenly, Zong Ye's rough and calloused hands covered the soft wilts of the condensation. Ning Zhen raised his head and glanced at Zong Ye in some surprise. Zong Ye's side face was angular, and the bridge of his nose was like a ridge of a raised mountain in the moonlight. His thin lips were tight, and although they were colder, they looked more and more clear.

Ning Zhen's heart jumped suddenly. Although she was born good-looking and has studied charm since she was a child, she couldn't help but blush when she met a man like Zong Ye. The thin calluses on Zong Ye's hands covered her hands with warmth, and some rough touches made people feel more and more refreshed. Between Zong Ye's overlapping collars, there was a vague aroma. Ning Zhen couldn't help but raise his body, and a pair of soft cherry lips leaned between Zong Ye's snow-white neck.

Suddenly, the maid's wrist tightened, her body was empty, and she fell into the water with a whirlwind. Ning Zhen was originally in the mood for a while, but he was suddenly thrown into the water and drank several sips of hot spring water at once. She stood up from the water in embarrassment and looked at Zong Ye with a face drenched in water.

Fang was on the side, Ning Zhen couldn't see it very clearly, and now standing in front of Zong Ye, she realized that there was no lust in Zong Ye's eyes? That's when she realized how stupid and dangerous she was.

Zong Ye looked coldly at the condensation in the hot spring pool: "Are you awake?"

The maid trembled, lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Zong Ye's eyes with implicit murderous intent.

Zong Ye didn't bother to look at Ning Zhen anymore, and said coldly: "Get out." ”

After saying that, Zong Ye stood up from the edge of the pool, turned around and walked towards the Ye Temple.

Ning Zhen woke up like a dream at this time, and quickly got up from the hot spring, stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of Zong Ye's clothes.

Zong Ye turned his head in disgust and looked at Ning Zhen, who was kneeling behind him and trembling. Ning Zhen didn't dare to raise his head, his head was buried low, and he couldn't stop trembling with fear: "I beg the Holy Venerable not to drive Ning Zhen away." ”

Zong Ye grabbed the hem of his clothes and wanted to pull it out of Ning Zhen's hand. Unexpectedly, Ning Zhen desperately grabbed the hem of Zong Ye's clothes and refused to let go. Ning Zhen's voice was choked, although she tried her best to suppress it, fear still made her voice tremble, and every word was about to change: "I beg the Holy Venerable not to dare to go away, I ask the Holy Venerable to ask for the Ning Zhen." Ning Zhen didn't want to go to the wilderness, let alone the slaughterhouse. Ning Zhen has learned the art of charm all his life, and his lack of skill has made the Holy Zun angry, so he begs the Holy Zun to spare Ning Zhen! ”

Zong Ye frowned and said, "I don't want you, so you're going to be a human being?"

Hearing this, there was a little less anger in Ning Zhen's tone, and he pulled the hem of Zong Ye's clothes even harder: "Holy Venerable, there are no useless people in the Demon Realm, didn't you say it? If I can make the Holy Venerable happy, it will still be useful, isn't it? Ning Zhen has learned the art of enchanting all his life, just to make the Holy Venerable happy." ”

Zong Ye's heart became colder and colder: "Did I say it?

Ning Zhen hurriedly lowered his head: "It's the slave family talking nonsense." ”

Zong Ye squatted down and lifted Ning Zhen's pointed chin: "What were you thinking when you saw me just now?"

The corners of Ning Zhen's mouth trembled, and he didn't dare to answer.

Zong Ye said coldly: "Don't you want to serve me, then answer my question well, I may consider keeping you." ”

Ning Zhen lowered his head and knelt in front of Zong Ye: "Ning Zhen just thinks that you look too similar to the Holy Venerable. ”

A trace of doubt flashed in Zong Ye's heart: "You haven't seen me before?"

Ning Zhen was indeed curious when he saw Zong Ye. But she knew that curiosity would kill her: "The Venerable said that you are him. ”

Zong Ye frowned and said, "How long have you been in the Demon Realm?"

Ning Zhen said in a low voice: "The slave was born in the desolate prison, and he was in the demon realm at a young age. The time in the Demon Realm is meaningless, but it should be a hundred years now. ”

Zong Ye muttered, "You've only seen one Saint Venerable in a hundred years?"

Ning Zhen seemed to remember something, and he was so frightened that he knelt in front of Zong Ye and kowtowed, and a piece of red suddenly turned red on his head: "Ask the Holy Venerable to spare your life!

Zong Ye said impatiently: "If I ask, you will answer." ”

Ning Zhen's head was buried low, and he replied tremblingly: "Everyone in the Demon Realm knows that there is only one Holy Venerable of the Weiming Palace. ”

Ning Zhen answered this skillfully, and everyone in the demon world knew it, not her.

A spiritual light flashed through Zong Ye's mind, as if something was fleeting in front of him, and he couldn't grasp it. Zong Ye said coldly: "Since you want to stay here, then stay." But the deity is not interested now, you go and warm two jugs of wine for the deity. ”

Only then did Ning Zhen retreat in a panic.

Zong Ye looked down at his reflection in the hot spring pool. If there is only one Saint Venerable who has always appeared in this demon realm, then who is he, or who is the Divine Being?

Shen Tu said that he was a clone of the Yuan Shen who was split by the thunder of the sky when he was in the Nuwa Temple. Is this true or false?

After a while, Ning Zhen walked in with two jugs of wine. At this time, Ning Zhen put away the bewitching aura of his body, and he looked at it carefully, and he was also a beautiful and lovely beauty.

Zong Ye turned his head and glanced at Ning Zhen lightly, Ning Zhen buried his head low and didn't dare to look up at Zong Ye. Zong Ye sneered, raised his head and drank the wine in the pot.

This wine is a little spicy in the mouth, the fragrance is insufficient, and it can be said to be inferior, but in the demon world, this glass of wine is already a jade liquid. In the past, when he forgot to return to the museum, Bai Luo loved to drink frost and plum brew, and he always drank it and didn't dare to drink more, because he would be unhappy if he didn't drink Bai Luo.

At this time, Zong Ye drank the spirits in the cup, always remembering Bai Luo's appearance when he drank frost plum brew. Bai Luo always likes to sit on the roof and drink, and likes to look at the clouds wrapped in a layer of powder, or the stars in the sky. But in the palace of the unknown, there are only dark and dreary clouds, and even if there is a cold moonlight at night, there is not a single star. Zong Ye just drank the wine in the cup like Bai Luo, but because of this dead and silent hall, he couldn't learn it after all.

Zong Ye was reflected in the hot spring water, and the reflection of the mandala Hua on the water surface turned into a red shimmer in this circle of ripples. The light and shadow floated on the surface of the water, like a trace of blood rendered in the water.

Just like in the illusion, when he was holding Bai Luo in the hot spring pool to heal his wounds, circles of blood rose from between the white clothes in the pool and disappeared in the water.

In the reflection of the water, Bai Luo snuggled up to Zong Ye, just like when she was injured. Zong Ye's heart jumped suddenly, and he turned his head to look behind him. It turned out to be Bai Luo standing behind him?

His lips trembled, and his throat choked: "Master?"

How can it be!

"You and I have the fate of master and apprentice is over", that sentence is still in my ears, how can this person be Bai Luo?

"Bai Luo" looked at Zong Ye, her eyes were full of affection, she stretched out her hand to support Zong Ye: "What's wrong?"

Zong Ye turned his head and saw Ning Zhen put the wine jug on the plate and retreated backwards and exited the Ye Cha Palace. Zong Ye looked up at "Bai Luo" in shock. He thought that the Bai Luo in front of him was transformed by the condensation technique, but it wasn't?

Zong Ye stretched out his hand and gently put it on Bai Luo's wrist: "Master?"