The rolling hills surround the Zuoxian Hill, and the Zuoxian Hill is more upright and majestic in comparison.

Qiao'er sat comfortably on the hill not far from Xianzong with a small wine pot in one hand, enjoying the beautiful scenery while tasting the flower dragon wine in his hand.

"Huh——! It's really good wine! ”

Qiao'er muttered to herself, as if she had nothing on her mind, but the stunned expression on her face could not disappear for a long time.

……

"Qiao'er, since you're all back, why don't you go in? Didn't you want to go see Bemont when you said it before? ”

Hearing Yin's voice, Qiao'er's face suddenly became a little stiff, she didn't speak, but she was still seen through Yin's thoughts.

"Qiao'er, go if you want, no matter what reason he asked Ziyang to take you away at that time, he won't want to see you, and now you have enough ability to help him keep Zuo Xianqiu, and you can take the opportunity to teach him a good lesson!"

……

"Goo Knock Goo Dong-"

"Goo Knock Goo Dong-"

Qiao'er poured a few more sips of wine, and finally Yin's voice disappeared, Qiao'er looked at the wine bottle and said with some self-reproach:

"I'm sorry everyone, I had to get you drunk so I can go back......"

After speaking, Qiao'er turned over and jumped down the small hill, looking at the gate of Zuoxian Hill, she had mixed feelings.

The gate of Xianqiu was closed, no guests came and went, and no slogans of martial arts training could be heard, and there was silence everywhere, only the occasional bird chirping could be heard from the surrounding jungle.

The golden door was no longer shining, and there was some rust on the worn handleband.

Ten years, Zuo Xianqiu, a famous immortal sect that has been brilliant for hundreds of years, who would have thought that it would be so depressed and lonely in just ten years.

"It's just that you're involved in a dispute, Bemon, why are you so depressed that you have made Zuo Xianqiu so virtuous?"

Qiao'er thought as she walked over.

"Squeak-"

The gate slowly opened, and there was no figure in the empty compound, and a layer of tender green leaves piled up under a plane tree next to the door, as if it had just experienced a strong wind.

Qiao'er walked through the martial arts field, bypassed the lobby, and walked slowly step by step along the only remaining impression in his consciousness.

Soon, she saw the three big characters of Orange Yang Pavilion that made her heart tighten.

When I opened the door, the yard was very clean, as if someone had been living there.

The two doors, one closed and the other open, stood in place, and did not seem to have any intention of entering the house.

But this familiar scene still made Qiao'er suddenly feel her nose sore and her eyes feel hot, and she held back her tears.

I didn't expect it to change at all...... But I've changed.

Thinking of this, Qiao'er turned around and left the courtyard, and quickly came to the Chiyang Pavilion.

As soon as she entered the Chiyang Pavilion Bridge, she stumbled over an empty wine bottle, she took a closer look at the empty wine bottles everywhere in the entire courtyard, Qiao'er was suddenly stunned, and said in her heart, Could it be that the owner has changed here? Bemont isn't that much of a drinker, is he?

While thinking about the bridge, he walked towards the house.

"Squeak—"

Qiao'er tentatively pushed open the door, and a strong smell of alcohol hit his face.

"Ahem, ahem—"

Qiao'er couldn't help pinching her nose, and then looked inside, and the house was even more in a mess, except for the empty wine bottles thrown everywhere, and the paper balls that had been written.

Qiao'er walked in gently, picked up a piece of paper casually, and when she opened it and looked at it, she was suddenly stunned.

I saw that there were countless dead words written on it, and she opened one after another, and each one was the same.

She wasn't sure it was all Bemont's, but she was still curious about what the man had been through and why he was so desperate.

This man couldn't be Bemon, and nothing would have made him like this with Bemon's words.

But where would Bemont go if he wasn't here?

With a doubt, she walked behind the screen, and when she walked around the screen, she saw a man lying on the bed with his hair disheveled.

Qiao'er subconsciously retreated, but still looked carefully under the prompting of curiosity.

The messy hair was scattered on both sides of his cheeks, but his face could be seen faintly, the angular face was covered with stubble, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he was muttering.

Qiao'er was shocked.

Yes, it's Bemon.

She tried to step forward, but her feet wouldn't listen.

For ten years, ten years, he knew where I was, but he never sent a letter from the future......

This is so cruel to the people I like everywhere......

Qiao'er thought to herself, the resentment of the past ten years was surging, and she wanted to kill the man who had made him disheartened with her own hands.

But looking at this haggard face, she still couldn't do it after all.

She was just about to leave, suddenly.

"Water, I want to drink water."

Bemont muttered.

Qiao'er glanced back at him and then turned and walked out the door, but just walked out of the door and suddenly stopped.

She couldn't bear it.

"Forget it."

She said to herself, comforting herself.

Then he went back and poured the cup, who put it in Bemont's hand.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a chaotic sound coming from outside the door, and Qiao'er immediately hid behind the curtain on the side of the bed.

Soon, the chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer, and several people broke in with a curse.

"Jidan Bemon! You come out for me! ”

"Ji Dan Beimeng, you coward, don't get out of here for me!"

With that, the men bypassed the screen and came to the bed.

"You get up for me!"

Qiao'er saw a man in a white robe pull Bemont out of bed, but because Bemont was unconscious, he collapsed on the side of the bed.

"Ouch-"

Bemont groaned like a child.

"Bemeng, look at your virtue, this hundred years of Zuo Xianqiu's foundation has been ruined in your hands!"

"Hahaha-" The others laughed sarcastically, seemingly unconcerned about who Bemon was.

“Duang——”

As he spoke, the white-robed man kicked Bemont in the chest.

Bemon!

Although Qiao'er has been complaining about Bei Meng all these years, she is still a little distressed when she sees this scene, but she still controls her impulse.

No way! Looking at those people's clothes, they should be the people around the eldest prince, and I can't get involved in their affairs.

"Bemont, our prince is in alliance with you, he can afford you, who wants to come to your place now? Even the Wutu clan has left, what are you still pretending to be high here, let me tell you,

From now on, whether you agree or not, this Zuo Xianqiu belongs to our human race, our prince is kind-hearted, and he still retains the title of your sect master, but you remember it for me, you still can't leave the Immortal Sect without our approval, otherwise that girl will really die! ”

Well? Girl? Hearing this, Qiao'er squinted slightly!