Chapter 585 The glitz of the past is no longer there

Ancient temples, dilapidated courtyards, lonely crooked-necked old locust trees, and the unbridled cold wind that pass by form a bleak and poignant landscape.

Looking at his beloved woman Xing Wanjie, who was getting thinner, Zhou Lishui's heart was bleeding, and he drew his sword to kill himself countless times when Xing Wanjie was not by his side, but every time the sword crossed his eyes, he didn't have the courage to cut the sword through his throat.

He can't die, if he dies, who will track down the whereabouts of the divine soldier?

At this moment, Xing Wanjie had already walked in from outside the door, only to see that her originally pink cheeks were already covered with dust, and her hands were trembling and holding a porcelain bowl, which was slowly steaming.

"Brother Lishui, look ・・・・・・ I can finally make soup, hurry, come on"

Xing Wanjie walked towards Zhou Lishui with difficulty as she spoke, and when she was one step away from Zhou Lishui, she suddenly heard a scream from Xing Wanjie, and then the bowl slipped from Xing Wanjie's hand.

Seeing that the hot soup was about to be sprinkled on Xing Wanjie's body, Zhou Lishui hurriedly reached out to catch it, but unexpectedly, Zhou Lishui had no strength to catch the hot bowl.

With a broken sound, the hot soup spilled on Zhou Lishui's hands.

After a while, Zhou Lishui's hands were already bulging with a layer of blisters.

The sharp pain caused by the hot soup made Zhou Lishui's face turn extremely red, but Zhou Lishui didn't scream, and hurriedly retracted his hand while he was unprepared, and subconsciously hid his hand in his sleeve.

Instead, he cared: "Jie'er, you, are your hands okay?"

Xing Wanjie hurriedly retracted the frightened expression just now, with a look of shame on her face, "Brother Lishui, I'm fine, it's all useless, I can't even take a bowl of soup."

"Stretch out your hand," Zhou Lishui shouted with concern.

Helpless, Xing Wanjie had no choice but to stretch out her jade hands, and for a while, Zhou Lishui's eyes were full of tears.

Is this still the same pair of jade hands? Is this still the pair of white and tender hands with an inch-long nail on the little finger?

What appeared in front of Zhou Lishui's eyes was a pair of palms of an old peasant woman covered with wounds and extremely rough.

Bright red blood was still oozing from the wound, and the crimson palms that had been burned by the hot soup had also shed a layer of skin.

"Jie'er, it's all my fault," Zhou Lishui said sadly.

Xing Wanjie shook her head slightly, and said with a smile: "Brother Lishui, I ・・・・・・ I have learned to make soup, hehe" Before she finished speaking, two small dimples were exposed on her dusty cheeks, and her messy silk hair was swaying in the wind on the side of the dimples.

Zhou Lishui couldn't help but stare at Xing Wanjie for a long time, habitually hooked his fingers, and hooked the bridge of Xing Wanjie's nose.

At the moment when his fingers swept over the bridge of his nose, Xing Wanjie inadvertently saw the palm that had been burned by the hot soup just now.

Grabbed Zhou Lishui's hand suddenly. Touching the wounds of the beloved man, he left tears.

"Brother Lishui, I'm sorry, it's all my fault"

Zhou Lishui smiled bitterly and shook his head, but he didn't say anything more.

At this time, Zhou Yinlong's father and daughter had already come back from collecting medicine, and looking at the exhausted Zhou Yinlong father and daughter, Zhou Lishui once again showed ashamed eyes.

"Brother Zhou, I'm sorry, it's me who has caused you a burden"

In order to comfort Zhou Lishui, Zhou Yinlong deliberately showed an uncut expression, and naturally brought the wine jug for a burst of binge drinking, and then handed the wine jug to Zhou Lishui.

Zhou Lishui took the wine jug, but he was not as chic and complacent as usual, but looked at the wine jug for a long time, took a sip slightly, and then returned it to Zhou Yinlong.

The entrance of the wine did not bring Zhou Lishui a trace of pleasure, but made him feel the bitterness and sourness brought by this wine.

The sound of horses' hooves from far to near had stopped in front of the crape myrtle gate for a moment, and the black gauze covered Cheng Coral didn't wait for the horse to stop, so he couldn't wait to fly off the horse and run straight towards the crape myrtle gate.

The crape myrtle gate, which has lost its majesty and glitz in the past, is quietly sleeping on the top of the crape myrtle mountain under the protection of several listless disciples, and the dead leaves and dust have covered every corner of the courtyard, and the orderly crape myrtle tree has become unruly at this time.

The disciple of the gate saw the arrival of a woman with a masked face, and she was imposing and rude. Behind him was a dwarf who was not good-looking, and he suddenly raised his vigilance.

After experiencing several catastrophes in the rivers and lakes, these Ziwei Sect disciples have already turned into frightened birds, seeing the arrival of the two, they mistakenly thought that they had come to Ziwei Gate to find fault, and they drew their swords to meet them without asking about the indiscriminate situation.

"Bold thief, dare to come to my Ziwei Gate to make trouble, eat me first and wait for a sword"

As he spoke, several disciples were about to attack.

Cheng Coral was so rude to this little senior sister when she saw that several people were so rude, and she was so eager to ask for medicine that she forgot to cover her face for a while, and even forgot to report her name.

Then he drew his sword and fought with those juniors.

Just after the sword was drawn, the disciples suddenly felt that the swordsmanship used by this mysterious woman was exactly the same as their own, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

One of the disciples blurted out, "Senior sister?"

At the same time, the others also withdrew their weapons and retreated.

A smile appeared between Cheng Sango's eyebrows, and he withdrew his weapon.

"Hmph, it's a shame that you still recognize me, otherwise Senior Sister would have to teach you little rabbits with no long eyes"

"Senior sister, are you here・・・・・・" The young disciple actually sobbed.

Cheng Coral hurriedly stepped forward to appease, and at this time, the other disciples also sobbed, Cheng Coral wondered why these junior disciples were so sad, was it because they saw this senior sister, but after thinking about it, even if they didn't return for many days, it would not make them so worried, and they also left tears.

"What the hell is going on?" Cheng Coral said puzzled.

It turned out that just three days ago, Master Cheng Buxian suddenly returned to Ziwei Gate, originally thought that the return of the master, Ziwei Gate could regain the majesty of the past, but I didn't want the master to be no longer the original master who regarded him as his own father, but became a capricious, violent temper, murderous and unblinking devil.

Three days ago, Cheng Buxian suddenly returned to Ziwei Gate, and under the service of his disciples, Cheng Buxian's complexion was much better, but the terrifying murderous aura in his eyes was terrifying.

After being full of wine and food, Cheng Buxian suddenly changed his normal state and suddenly lifted the dining table, as the dining table was smashed into pieces by Cheng Buxian in the air, followed by Cheng Buxian's heart-rending scream, the disciples who were waiting on the side didn't understand what was happening, and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him, not wanting Cheng Buxian to suddenly make a move, and he ruthlessly put his disciple in the wrong place.

Then he went crazy and broke the hands and feet of his other disciples, and even before he had time to escape, he was shocked by his huge internal force and broke the meridians, becoming a living dead.