Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

A month has passed since the day when Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng had a battle in the East China Sea and both fell into the sea and disappeared, and the two have still not appeared.

So rumors spread throughout the world that the Sword God and the big devil were both dead.

During this period, the Golden Yuan League first made a big fuss to look for Di Feisheng, but then quickly became low-key and no longer acted arrogantly.

As for the Si Gu Sect, without Li Xiangyi, after a few days of chaos, they actually disbanded on the spot, which shocked everyone in the martial arts world.

It really proves what Li Xiangyi was criticized for being arrogant.

"Anyone can be without the four guardians, but not Li Xiangyi."

As soon as Li Xiangyi got into trouble, everyone left the sect. The tea had already gone cold before everyone had even left.

It is said that Master Wu Liao, who never cared about worldly affairs, went to Donghai and Sigumen in person, and then left with a sad and angry look on his face, muttering words like "unworthy, not worth it".

Soon after, Yun Biqiu, one of Li Xiangyi's former trusted subordinates, was brutally murdered and his head was cut off.

However, the people in the Sigu Sect remained silent and no one sought revenge for him. They just buried the body quietly.

In the quiet Zen room, a sandalwood incense burner was lit and smoke was rising.

Wu Liaohe had a compassionate look on his face. He twirled the Buddhist beads in one hand, struck the wooden fish with the other, and chanted the Amitabha Sutra, praying for his young friend.

"Buddha has mercy on me. Please bless Mr. Li to be reborn in paradise and have a safe and smooth next life."

"Well, old monk, you actually cursed me behind my back, and I caught you."

Wu Lu was shocked and turned around, only to see the young man in white clothes. He had changed his usual high ponytail hairstyle and only tied up half of his hair with a silver hairpin, leaving the rest of his hair hanging naturally, which made him look a bit like a scholar.

The Buddhist beads in his hand fell to the ground, and Wu Liao said happily: "Mr. Li, it's great that you are not dead."

Li Xiangyi was driven down the mountain by his master.

The boy was so traumatized that even after his injuries healed, he was still in a daze and looked listless.

Then he was thrown down the mountain by Qi An.

Let him not stay at home, go out and relax, and meet the people he should meet.

When passing by Sigumen, Li Xiangyi hesitated for a moment, and decided to see Monk Wu Liao first.

"I was about to die, but when I heard your chanting and the sound of the wooden fish, I was revived."

Li Xiangyi briefly talked about what had happened recently, skipping over Shan Gudao, assuming that he had really died before the East China Sea War.

"Yun Biqiu actually poisoned you with the green tea, so you killed him...?"

"I didn't kill him, although I meant to."

A cold look flashed across Li Xiangyi's eyes.

Qi An and Fugui forgot that the one who forgave everyone and even risked his own life to save the person who harmed him was the compassionate and detached Li Lianhua ten years later, not the Li Xiangyi at this time.

Twenty-year-old Li Xiangyi is the scorching sun, and he will never forgive anyone.

But Monk Wu Liao discovered that Li Xiangyi had changed after all.

The bold and arrogant youthfulness in him was restrained, replaced by calmness and indifference.

Before, Li Xiangyi was like a peerless sword, whose sharpness could be known at a glance. However, after this incident, the sword lost its edge and was sheathed.

"Mr. Li, do you still plan to return to Sigumen?"

"No, I'm not going back. After dying once, I suddenly feel that fighting and killing are boring. I don't want to care about the affairs of the martial arts world anymore. Now I just want to be free and happy. Just like our old man said, eat well, drink well, and live a good life."

Wu Liao smiled and said, "Donor Qi is a wise man."

After a pause, the monk continued, "It's just that, forget about the others, but this Miss Qiao... she came to the temple to pray for you a few days ago, and she looked very sad."

Li Xiangyi didn't say anything, and Wu Le stopped talking.

After they drank some tea, Li Xiangyi prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he looked back at the wall and said, "When the mind is clear, lotus flowers will bloom everywhere. Monk, your Zen saying is very good."

Li Xiangyi stood in Qiao Wanwan's yard, staring at the still lit room, unable to move for a long time.

These days, he has been restraining himself from thinking about Awan and the letter, but no matter what the outcome between them is in the future, he will always come to see Awan.

Although only a month had passed, his state of mind had changed drastically.

If it had been in the past, he would have shamelessly tried to make Awan happy.

But now thinking back to those previous actions, such as digging tunnels, picking plum blossoms to give to others, and the red silk sword dance that attracted crowds of people, he just felt it was exaggerated.

Why did I used to be like a showy peacock with its wings spread and its tail raised?

The most important thing is that he knew very well in his heart that when he wrote that letter, Awan no longer loved him, or rather, she didn't love him as much as before.

This is the reason why Li Xiangyi is stagnant.

With a creak, the door opened and Qiao Wanwan walked out with a haggard look on her face.

Li Xiangyi was just about to show up, but when he saw Xiao Zijin enter the yard, he retracted his foot.

"Awan, why aren't you sleeping yet so late?"

"Zi Jin, I dreamed of Xiang Yi. Xiang Yi was covered in blood. He walked so fast. No matter how I called him, he didn't even look back..."

"Awan, those were all dreams. Xiangyi is dead."

"No, he's not dead. I don't believe he's dead. He's so powerful, he won't die."

Xiao Zijin's eyes flashed with jealousy, and she repeated, "Awan, he is really dead, otherwise with his ability, he would have come back long ago. Besides, he was poisoned by the green tea, there is no way he could survive."

Qiao Wan's tears fell like rain. The most beautiful woman in the martial arts world also cried with tears in her eyes. Xiao Zijin felt very distressed when she saw it.

When Li Xiangyi died, he was sad at first, but soon he felt relieved and even a little bit fortunate.

He is obsessed with Qiao Wanwan, but as long as Li Xiangyi is alive, he won't have even a chance.

In front of that talented young man who was as dazzling as the sun, he couldn't even muster the courage to compete.

Now that Li Xiangyi is dead, he finally has the chance to get what he wanted.

He believed that with time, Awan would completely forget that person and accept his feelings.

"Zijin, I regret so much. I shouldn't have written him that letter before he left. Do you think he is blaming me for not coming back?"

"No, Awan, he won't blame you. If he were alive, with his personality, he would have returned to Sigumen long ago."

Xiao Zijin hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to wipe away Qiao Wanwan's tears, and then held her hand.

"Awan, don't be too hard on yourself, you did nothing wrong. You've always wanted to leave Si Gu Men, right? Now that Si Gu Men has disbanded, I'll be with you no matter what you want to do in the future."

Qiao Wanwan didn't say anything, just cried. For some reason, she let Xiao Zijin hold her hand and didn't shake it off.

A breeze blew by, and the young man in white disappeared.

"Isn't that your woman? Why don't you take her back?"

A sarcastic sound was heard from the flute, along with a tone of someone who was looking for trouble.

Li Xiangyi glanced at him and said, "I didn't expect that Leader Di has the potential to be a gossip. It's a waste of talent to stay in the Golden Mandarin Duck Alliance."

Di Feisheng laughed and said, "What kind of subordinates are these? One poisoned you, and the other stole your woman. If you can't do it, I will kill him for you."

Li Xiangyi shook his head: "Miss Qiao only belongs to herself."

"Besides..."

Li Xiangyi mocked, "Speaking of subordinates, they are naturally inferior to Leader Di. The beautiful lady Jiao wants to marry you all the time. You might be tied up and taken to the bridal chamber one day. Leader Di is the lucky one."

Di Fei’s voice: “…”

"I'll give it to you if you like it."

Qi An and Fugui, who were drinking tea and watching the show on Yunyin Mountain: "..."

Haha, the pot calling the kettle black when you are only fifty steps away!