Yun You slightly twisted her eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "The moon girl has a different fate, and she is destined to suffer this catastrophe."

Nan Lingyu bit his lip, a trace of distress crossed his eyes, he raised his eyes for a while, and smiled at the corner of his lips, "Fortunately, I left the psychic jade to my junior sister, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to find my junior sister."

Yun You smiled faintly, although this disciple is not talented and intelligent, he is the most heartwarming.

Putting away the gloom in his eyes, Nan Lingyu smiled at Yun You, "Senior sister is already a holy pharmacist, I have to work hard, I can't let my junior sister fall too far"

With a firm word, Nan Lingyu strode away.

The twilight was dyed blue, and the faint chill was faintly blurred.

The Holy Tilt Palace, the lotus flowers filled the courtyard.

The cool pool water and green leaves are leisurely, and there are many pink and white lotus flowers on the green leaves, and the morning light hits the crystal bamboo, reflecting the bright and bright light.

On the lotus pond, a small boat floats quietly on the water, and on the small boat, a man in white stands lightly, his long hair like snow is spread in front of him, gently fluttering with the breeze.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and picked lotus seeds gently, the man seemed to have been picking for a long time, and the dark green lotus pods had been piled up in a small half boat, exuding a light fragrance in the breeze.

Picking a small half boat of lotus seeds, the man took a sandalwood box to pack the lotus seeds, into the Naling space, and then drove the boat back to the riverbank, there was already a person waiting on the bank, seeing the man return, bowed down to the man and saluted, "Master"

The man answered lightly, stepped onto the riverbank, and asked the person beside him, "Is there any news of the moon?" ”

Zhumo shook his head, and the man's eyes dimmed.

Bending down to tie the rope, the man glanced at the pink rou in the pond and turned to leave.

Looking at the man's figure gradually moving away, Zhumo sighed softly.

Five years ago, when he and Yuji found their master in the Mountain of No Return, the master was like this, cold and silent, and the master was holding a jade pendant and a broken white silk in his hand.

Because the white silk is damaged, he can't see anything, but he is very familiar with the jade pendant, which is the jade pendant given by the master to the princess, because it is engraved with the master's name, so it is unique.

The moment they saw Yu Pei, he and Yu Ji knew that something had happened to the princess.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the princess, dead.

The Mountain of No Return is surrounded by an abyss, and the abyss is surrounded by poisonous substances, and it is difficult to survive once it falls, and the master may also know this with such a look.

At that time, he and Yuji were in a hurry to find their master, so after being sad for a while, they hurriedly told their master the news of Qin Xiayue's disappearance, and the master didn't know what he thought, so he broke out in an instant, and went to the Blood Demon Sect with a monstrous anger, completely destroying the Blood Demon Sect.

After that, the master sent a large number of people to track down Qin Xiayue's whereabouts, but there was no gain, and the master fell into the abyss desperately, and never found the princess.

The master sat on the peak of no return for three days and three nights, and then ordered to return to the wind spirit.

At that moment, he knew that the master's memory had recovered.

After returning to Fengling, the master planted lotus flowers in all the ponds in the house, came to sit by the lotus pond for a while every day, and then picked some fresh lotus flowers to make sachets, and did it for five years.

He knew that his master was commemorating the princess in this way, but he would still feel sorry for his master. Retrieving memories but losing the person you love the most, isn't this a kind of torture for the master?

Suppressing the sourness in his eyes, he walked forward quickly, followed behind the other party, and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you really think that the princess is still alive?" ”