These days, Zhimeng tries to avoid Jiu Yao and the master, they are newly married Yan'er, and it is always weird to be caught between them. She devoted all her energy to cultivation and studying medicine.

The peach blossom demons in the Peach Blossom Forest told her that the reason why Qing'er couldn't wake up for a long time was because she couldn't provide him with enough spiritual power. Qing'er spent too much time saving the white wolf before, so she could only rely on deep sleep to recover, and it naturally took a little longer. But after half a year of this sleep, Zhimeng became more and more worried, so she could only cultivate more diligently.

"Meng'er, it's time to eat. Jiu Yao's voice echoed softly in his ears.

Since returning to Lingshan, because they have never seen each other, they often use internal force to transmit sounds. Jiechen has set up a special kind of enchantment in Lingshan, and the voices of the three of them can be communicated to each other in the valley at will.

Although Jiu Yao is a little princess who was pampered and raised by the Dragon King, her cooking skills are a must. No matter how unconvinced Zhimeng is, every time she arrives at the meal, she is always the first to rush to the table.

"Little glutton, I can only see you by eating. Jiu Yao teased her and put the cooked meals on the table.

"This is called the female big girl who is not left. Juechen added indignantly.

Zhimeng didn't speak, just quietly picked up chopsticks to eat. Today's cooking is her favorite dragon mustard and roasted fish head in sauce, but somehow, she was originally hungry, but when she saw the meal, she instantly lost her appetite, and she felt more and more disgusting when she ate it in her mouth. She covered her stomach, a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, only to feel that something in her stomach was tumbling violently, and suddenly turned her head and spit it out, and even her hearing and vision became blurred. Zhimeng only felt that her body had become extremely heavy, and it took all her strength to even move it.

Juechen hurriedly stepped forward to support her crumbling body, and was a little flustered to give her internal strength to stabilize her mind. Zhimeng's body is hot and weak, which is a tendency for the soul to shed its shell. Jue Chen's brows were furrowed, and her heart was like numbness, the half of the soul that Zhimeng was missing had no clue so far, only that she knew that she would return to her position in Lingshan, but her body was a time bomb, and she couldn't tell when she would not be able to hold it and fall.

Jiu Yao took a handkerchief to help Zhimeng wipe her sweat, and skimmed the food on the side with a smile in the corner of her eyes, thinking in her heart that she didn't expect Zhimeng's reaction to this drug to be so fast, and it was time to start planning.

At night, Zhimeng's whole body was still hot, and Jiechen stayed by her side until Jiu Yao told him that there were Heavenly Realm disciples outside the house who came to look for him, and he helped Zhimeng twist the quilt and walk out.

As soon as Jiechen left, Zhimeng breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body twisted painfully. She vaguely heard Jiechen say that he was going to Heavenly Court, and asked Jiu Yao to take care of her. Zhimeng thought to herself that it would be best if Juechen left, she really didn't want him to look at her like this.

I don't know how long it took, maybe she was too tired, so she fell asleep lightly, the pain in her body gradually eased, and her frowning brows finally calmed down.

Yan'er was worried about Zhimeng, and kept lying beside Zhimeng and watching her. Until late at night, there was a sudden violent knock from the depths of the house, and Zhimeng was awakened after falling asleep.

She casually found a piece of clothing to put on her body, and walked over with Yan'er looking for the sound, only to find that the sound actually came from behind the bookcase that Yan'er found a long time ago.

The sound was like the sound of stones crashing and shattering, but it had a clear echo. Zhimeng took the book off the bookcase and found the small hole from before.

Yan'er seemed to be a little scared, grabbed Zhimeng's hand, and wanted her to go back to rest. But Zhimeng saw a faint glimmer of light in the hole in the bookcase. She touched Yan'er's head and comforted her not to be afraid. One eye leaned into the little hole to see what was going on.

Zhimeng just stood on tiptoe and lay on the bookcase, only to hear the clicker of the bookcase, and suddenly it fell apart and collapsed. Zhimeng didn't pay attention, and one of his heels fell to the ground, and his arm was scraped by the wood chip, but the knocking sound suddenly disappeared.

Zhimeng looked at the bookshelf in front of her with some annoyance, last time this bookshelf was obviously as hard as a stone, no matter how hard you knock it, it can't be broken, how can it collapse when you touch it this time. She took some medicine and applied it to the wound, and with Yan'er's help, she bandaged it briefly.

There was indeed only a small compartment behind the bookcase, surrounded by a solid stone wall, and the glimmer of light emanating from the ground. Zhimeng knocked on the ground with her hand, and found that it was empty, so she went to find a knife, slashed at the floor with all her strength, and chiseled out a hole that almost allowed her to jump down.

She went back to the house and took her little bag, took some medicinal herbs, rope, and fire folds, and let Yan'er hide in her bag, and the rope tied one end to the foot of the bed, and the other end tied herself to the other, and then slowly descended along the hole.

There was a distance of about three or four meters under the entrance of the cave, Zhimeng sent a rope, lit a fire fold, and saw that there were hard stones all around, and there was a long road in front of it, winding and winding without seeing the end, so he walked down the road.

After turning three corners, there was a faint light in front of me, and when I walked in, I found that the surrounding stone walls had turned into blue transparent crystals, and there was a faint light. Zhimeng was amazed by the beautiful scenery in front of her, she never imagined that there were so many rare stone mines under this spiritual mountain.

She walked down the crystal path, zigzag, but her vision widened until she entered a crystal house that was particularly large.

Except for the crystal walls around this house, it is no different from the boudoir of an ordinary girl's house. On the staircase in the center, there is still a chic big bed, and a sea of flowers can be seen carved from a distance around the bed, the lifelike flowers are ingenious, and the fiery red curtain on the top of the bed hangs down, which makes Zhimeng can't leave her eyes for a while, and she keeps sighing that there is a hole in this mountain.

Not far away, there was also a row of pen and ink and a picture scroll on the table. Zhimeng approached and saw that although the ink had dried up, it was not difficult to see that the time was not far away. She opened the scroll, and there was a woman painted on it, with a smile on her peach cheeks, tenderness, and beauty. To say that the most beautiful man Zhimeng has ever seen is Mencius, the most beautiful woman is the woman in this painting.

As if remembering something, she paused with the hand in her hand and turned to look at the bed on the stairs. Thousands of thoughts were mixed together in confusion, churning in her mind. I don't know why, probably because of her intuition, she always felt that there was a person lying on the bed, and that person was the woman in the painting.

Zhimeng's hand holding the scroll tightened, and she walked up the stairs and opened the thick bed curtain. Sure enough, a woman lay there quietly, her skin was like snow, and her breath was like a quiet orchid, which really responded to the sentence: the country and the city are all overwhelmed, and the world is shocked.

"Zhimeng ......"

Zhimeng looked distracted, she didn't even hear someone call her, Yan'er pulled her sleeve before she reacted, turned around in a little panic, and saw Jiu Yao standing at the bottom of the stairs looking at her.

"Master, teacher. ”

"Why are you here?" Jiu Yao looked at Zhi Meng, her eyes widened in surprise.

"I, the bookcase in my house was broken, and I found a way, and I found it by mistake. Zhimeng had some vague explanations, feeling that she had entered a place where she shouldn't have entered.

Jiu Yao looked at Zhimeng and sighed slightly, stepped forward to look at the beauty on the bed side by side with her and shook her head.

"Meng'er, your master likes the princess of the demon realm, you have heard of this in the heavenly realm. ”

When Zhimeng heard this, her heart instantly seemed to skip a half-beat, and she lowered her eyebrows and whispered. "I heard Senior Brother Xifeng say it. ”

"Her name is Mu Xue. Five hundred years ago, your master refused the Jade Emperor to send troops to the demon world three times for her, and she is the person your master loves to the heart, that is, the person in this bed. Jiu Yao's tone was accompanied by a hint of sorrow, which was completely different from her usual ones.

"She is Mu Xue...... "She is the person who will still be missed in the dream of the dust, she is the princess of the demon world who everyone says she is dead." Zhimeng looked at the peerless face again, thinking that she was really a pair of beautiful people with the peerless dust.

"Why is she lying here?"

Jiu Yao saw that Zhimeng didn't speak, slowly walked down the stairs, sat down at the stone table on the side, beckoned to Zhimeng and motioned her over, and sighed softly.

"She was seriously wounded and poisoned, so she slept there for three hundred years. Jiu Yao poured a glass of water for Zhimeng, her expression a little regretful.

"Will she still wake up? What will you do when you wake up?" Jiechen is now married, if Mu Xue wakes up, what will Jiu Yao do, and looking at Jiu Yao's appearance, it seems that she has already known about it.

"Meng'er, actually...... In fact, before marrying your master, I made an agreement with him to be a fake couple. Actually, I already have a sweetheart, and I stayed here, firstly, to give an errand to the dragon clan, and secondly, to help your master wake up Mu Xue. Jiu Yao said, looking at Zhi Meng with a hint of dodge, as if something was blocked from her mouth and not spoken.

"Then why don't you wake her up quickly?"

Jiu Yao opened her mouth with some hesitation, looked at Zhimeng and took a deep breath.

"Actually, Mu Xue worshipped the master when she first met Jiechen, because of the identity of the princess of the demon world, Jiechen has not been made public, for fear of attracting criticism. He once promised Mu Xue that he would only accept her as an apprentice for the rest of his life. ”

Jiu Yao's words paused. "But now, Juechen has Zhimeng you. He was afraid that Mu Xue would wake up unhappy and blame him for not keeping the agreement. Therefore, your master said that you have been waiting for three hundred years, just wait for you to get married in the past two years, and it is not too late to wake up Mu Xue. ”

Jiu Yao's words were like a thunderclap, smashing into Zhimeng's heart. She looked at the high bed with some abruptness, and her heart was sour.

It turned out that she had always been a drag on him. Not only does it hurt him, it makes him worry, it makes him ostracized, and even his happiness is hindered by her. She naively thought that even if they couldn't be together, silent companionship would be enough, but who knew that it was not Jiu Yao who was marrying him that hindered his happiness, but her.

She suddenly understood in her heart that she had always been just a child picked up by Juechen, and he took pity on her and wanted to find her a good family to marry. Then he lived the life of a fairy couple with his beloved, but it was she who stayed by his side and didn't leave, and even had different feelings for him.

It's her fault, it's that she doesn't know what to do, it's that she doesn't have a conscience, it's all her fault.