Shen Yanhe left the bamboo house, and Meng Changhai and Lian Shuangshuang were inconvenient to stay for a long time, so they quickly returned to Tongding Pavilion.

In front of the gate of Yanwu Palace, Meng Changhai observed the surroundings and said in a low voice:

“...... So I lent Shen Yanhe my mount, the Ultramarine, hoping to help him resolve the crisis. ”

"I know, tomorrow I will secretly look for you, and then we will discuss. "Even waving his hands is about to enter the temple.

Meng Changhai stopped her and whispered something in her ear, a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was looking forward to Lian Shuangshuang's reaction.

Sure enough, the two argued. Lian Shuangshuang retorted to Meng Changhai with a red face: "No, what is this!"

She thought to herself, this person is acting strangely, and the method he has come up with is not reliable at all.

Meng Changhai was patient, lowered his voice and said:

"If the two of us always meet and plot in private, it won't be a few days before the Pavilion Master will find out, and it's better to be safe and open. ”

"......" even stopped talking, but did not find a refutation for the time being.

"Believe me, and spread it out like this, and I will come to you at all times for counsel. Remember, the more you know, the more you have to play dumb. ”

Meng Changhai looked at Lian Shuangshuang with deep eyes, without the slightest intention of joking.

“...... Okay, then do it. Lian Shuangshuang pursed his lips and agreed unhappily.

"Well, go back and rest, remember not to go. ”

Meng Changhai narrowed his slender eyes and smiled, snorted on the top of Lian Shuangshuang's head, and turned to leave, leaving the woman who stayed in place.

Lian Shuangshuang lamented in his heart, what a long night!

On the second day, the disciples of Tongding Pavilion were gathering together for lunch, and they should have eaten and slept silently, but today the sound of muttering came and went.

"What's the matter?" asked a confused disciple.

The disciple beside him replied with great interest:

"Strange news, Boundless Meng Changzun has been standing in front of Yanwu Hall for a morning, and even Changzun just doesn't come out to see it. ”

"Huh, do you know each other?"

"I don't know, hey, I heard the disciples of Yanwu Hall say that a while ago, Meng Changzun often appeared next to Lian Changzun......"

That's right, in the Tongding Pavilion, in the Qingjun Fang, it is rumored that the boundless Changzun pursues the Yanwu Changzun.

"That's your bad idea!"

Lian Shuangshuang only appeared in front of Yanwu Hall after noon according to what he had discussed before, and the top of the green mountain in winter was also terribly cold, and Meng Changhai was also so cold that his hands were cold, and his face was pale.

"Isn't that working? I just rely on the Yanwu Temple every day, and no one says anything. ”

Meng Changhai flashed into the Yanwu Palace, rubbed his hands and roasted the fire, and saw that Lian Shuangshuang had dismissed the scholar, and said:

"Shen Yanhe should be about to get the Nine Qu Beads, you make arrangements to go to the Illusion Realm later today. ”

"How do you know?" asked Lian Shuangshuang, sitting by the brazier, curious.

"That kid learned the skill out of nowhere, taming the fierce beast of my boundless realm, and that was the last level of the Ultramarine Valley. ”

After that, Meng Changhai became even more suspicious of Shen Yanhe's identity.

"Han Zhu?" Lian Shuang exclaimed: "It really exists, and it has always been in the boundless?"

Meng Changhai nodded and said quite unwillingly:

"That's right, Han Qi's temperament, even I can't use spiritual power to honestly subdue him, and now he has taken it away. ”

This day and night, Yu Laosan was also waiting anxiously in the bamboo house.

The sinister nature of the Ultramarine Valley has been well known to the people of the Five Continents throughout the ages, but if there is any other way to preserve the primordial gods, no one is willing to take the risk.

Although lying on the sickbed is his most cherished daughter, Shen Yanhe doesn't look like his own flesh and blood.

Watching him struggle through the fragments of the past, Yu Laosan felt that it was time to confess everything.

Looking at the jar of mulberry wine in the room, he knew why this was extremely important to Shen Yanhe.

Eight hundred years ago, on the night of the old pavilion master's death, Shen Yanhe drank this Zhugui mulberry wine with Shen Yunzhi for the first and last time.

I believe that his memory of this taste will go deep into the bone marrow.

"Uncle Yu, you're back!"

Lian Shuangshuang said and pushed the door open, and Meng Changhai helped Shen Yanhe to follow closely.

As soon as the two of them entered the illusion realm, they met Shen Yanhe, who was limping and covered in injuries.

The three of them entered the bamboo house, Shen Yanhe held on to the table, looked at Yu Ziye on the bed and fell asleep peacefully, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately, he caught up with the ......

He took out the Nine Qu Beads and carefully handed them to Meng Changhai: "I've handed it over to you......

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell straight down on his back.

"Yanhe!" Yu Laosan caught Shen Yanhe and called anxiously.

"I'm here, it's important for you to treat Ziye!" Lian Shuangshuang stopped Meng Changhai and came to Shen Yanhe's side to probe the Yuan Shen and input spiritual power.

helped him to rest on the couch, and comforted Yu Laosan:

"Uncle Yu, Shen Yanhe is fine, the spiritual power is excessively depleted, and there are some skin injuries from the bite of the sling, I have some spiritual power, and I will wake up in a while. ”

At this time, Meng Changhai was incorporating the Nine Quzhu into Yu Ziye's Yuan Shen, and when he withdrew his spiritual power, his body shook, perhaps because the spiritual power consumed in a short period of time was too large, and Lian Shuangshuang hurriedly helped him to another room to breathe.

Yu Ziye's lips moved.

As if in a long dream, she gradually regained her five senses and consciousness, and slowly opened her eyes. I felt a warmth flowing through my whole body.

"Girl!"

Yu Laosan cried with joy, Yu Ziye's eyes were still a little foggy, and when he saw his father's appearance, he asked hesitantly:

"Dad, what's wrong with me......"

Yu Ziye raised his hand and wanted to sit up, but found that he was very weak.

Yu Laosan helped her up: "You don't remember?"

She frowned and thought, closed her eyes, and suddenly remembered that the scorching sea of fire, the night, the painting boat, and the sword that pierced Shen Yanhe......

He opened his eyes suddenly, struggling to stand up:

"Dad, what about Shen Yanhe, I seem to have stabbed him last night, and I ...... too."

"It's here, it's just a hole, you can't die. ”

A chuckle and a familiar voice came from behind the curtain.

Yu Ziye saw the dried blood stains on Shen Yanhe's face, most of his robe was soaked with blood, and his face was pale, but his words were calm and light, and he still looked indifferent.

Her bright eyes looked at Shen Yanhe, and after a moment of grievance, she was full of tears, and she couldn't say a thousand words:

"I'm sorry, I ......"

This time it was Shen Yanhe's turn to panic, and it was the first time he saw Yu Ziye's tears.

With a smile on his indifferent face, he slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down:

"Hey, don't cry, I taught you all three and two body methods, and what can you do to me. Besides, I'm not good. ”

Shen Yanhe never knew that he could be so patient.

Looking at that little face, he suddenly thought that this was indeed not the first time he had seen him cry.

In the misty forest, Yu Ziye, who was wearing a red wedding dress but crying pear blossoms with rain, left a deep imprint on his mind.

And Yu Ziye in front of him seemed to have left tears in Shen Yanhe's heart, quietly melting something.