The First Tyrant of Daxia

Li Youwei knelt on the mat in plain clothes. She became more beautiful, especially her figure, which became fuller.

That face was still clear and pure. She said nothing at the moment, looking down at the ground, but tears were falling from her long eyelashes, feeling aggrieved and sad.

One look at it can break one's heart.

Jingyi, who was sitting above, was blocked by the curtain, and only a vague figure could be seen, with very long hair.

"If I hadn't tried my best to stop you from contacting the imperial capital, you would be in even deeper trouble now. I don't want to dwell on the past anymore."

"Master also knows that you are attached to many things down the mountain, but..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Youwei looked up and interrupted her, "Master, he won't lie to me!"

Suddenly, the whole bamboo house was filled with a cold air and a very low pressure!

Li Youwei bit her lip, feeling a little regretful, and immediately lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I shouldn't talk to you like this, but..."

"But what?!" Jingyi shouted, furious!

"I've said everything to you, but you just won't listen, right?"

Her voice was high-pitched and filled with anger.

Li Youwei was so scared that she dared not speak, tears kept falling, and she felt extremely distressed.

"If the emperor is truly a man of integrity, he would have come to see you a long time ago. Why would he have waited until now? Do you know how many women he has in his palace? Do you know how many women he has promised?"

"Master, I promise that if you continue to be so stubborn, you will definitely be hurt!" Jing gritted his teeth, looking a little paranoid.

Li Youwei said nothing, but clenched her little hands so tightly that they turned white.

She felt bad about not being able to see Qin Yun, but she was such a stubborn person. If Qin Yun didn't come, there must be something wrong.

The stalemate lasted for a long time.

Jingyi finally lost his patience, gnashing his teeth and said excitedly: "Youwei, do you want your master to die in front of you before you know how to repent?!"

Hearing this, Li Youwei’s pretty face turned pale instantly.

"Master, Master, what are you talking about? Haven't I always been by your side?"

Jingyi angrily rebuked: "Humph, but your heart is no longer in Qingping Temple. You have no intention of pursuing the Tao, no intention of meditating. Do you think that your master can't see the changes in you in the past year?"

"You almost ran down the mountain!"

Li Youwei explained in a panic: "No, no, Master, I will not leave you."

"I, I just..." She cried in grievance, not knowing what to do.

Jingyi took a deep breath, her eyes filled with morbid paranoia. She didn't trust anyone. Outside Baiyu Mountain, it was a dangerous place where people were eaten without leaving any bones.

"Master, I will give you a choice now. First, we will sever our relationship and you can leave the mountain!"

"The second one, follow me on my journey!"

Hearing this, Li Youwei's face completely froze and she collapsed to the ground with a buzzing sound in her ears.

Then he shed two lines of tears: "Master, why..."

"No reason!" Jingyi's stern voice was particularly strong. Looking at the apprentice she had raised, who was like a daughter to her, and who was thinking about a man in a nunnery all day long, and a very unreliable emperor at that, her heart was already impatient and furious!

I am very worried that Li Youwei will follow her mother's old path.

"Master will not force you. You can choose for yourself. If you choose to travel with me, then we will still be master and disciple who depend on each other."

“On the contrary…” She was silent for a while, then turned around painfully: “I will just pretend that I have never raised a disciple like you!”

When Li Youwei heard this, it was as if she was struck by a bolt from the blue. Her big eyes turned red and tears flowed down her cheeks.

She felt that she had really disappointed her master...

She had been sensible and obedient since she was a child, unlike other senior sisters who were noisy. Moreover, she was too kind-hearted. When she heard Jingyi say such words, her heart felt as if it was stabbed by a knife.

In the past year, she also knew that her master had been very unstable because of Taoist Zhibai, and she didn't want her master to be unhappy.

This matter has been mentioned several times, but she has been procrastinating. However, His Majesty has never come, not even a letter.

For a moment, she was shaken!

But how could this simple little nun know that Qin Yun had actually sent letters to her a long time ago, but they were all intercepted by Jingyi, including the matter of inviting the whole mountain to the palace to celebrate the Lantern Festival, which Jingyi also kept to herself.

The choking voice and the flickering candlelight intertwined. Youwei, with her bare face, looked extremely helpless, her shoulders trembling, and she even blamed Qin Yun in her heart.

Jingyi didn't say anything else, just waited quietly for the answer.

After a long time, the night was dead silent.

Li Youwei, with eyes swollen from crying, finally raised her head. Her tears were still wet and she looked extremely pitiful, like a child who had no food to eat.

"Master, I promise you."

"Yunyou, let's go Yunyou..."

Her voice was obviously choked with sobs. Perhaps thinking about how she hadn't seen Qin Yun for such a long time and how they might be doomed to forget each other in the future, she was overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears again, almost falling to the ground!

Her world was simple, but she experienced a heart-wrenching experience.

Jing Yixin inside the tent suddenly straightened her mind, even became stunned for a moment, did she do something wrong?

Then his eyes turned sharp. No, I am right. All men in the world are not good. A short pain is worse than a long one. One day, Youwei will understand!

She took a step forward, and the tent was pushed open by her powerful air wave. As the abbess of Qingping Temple, she was indeed absurdly powerful.

She opened her hat, opened her arms and hugged Li Youwei, patting her back gently and comforting her softly.

"This is a good disciple of the master. Don't worry, the master will not let you get hurt."

Her voice was firm, and she was doing it entirely for the good of her apprentice, but her unfortunate family background had made her overly paranoid since she was a child.

The master and the disciple hugged each other for a long time. Li Youwei threw herself into her arms and cried extremely sadly. That was the purest emotion of a young girl!

Jingyi never wavered. Her back and profile seemed to be ruthless yet affectionate. She didn't look like Nun Miejue, but...

The Imperial Palace, the rear hall of the Imperial Workshop.

Soft bed.

"Ah, ha!" Qin Yun sneezed loudly. Something was strange tonight. He tossed and turned and felt empty inside.

Mu Ci turned around, her hair like a waterfall, her snow-white shoulders slightly exposed, frowning and worriedly said: "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? I will call the imperial physician for you."

"Alas, I knew this wouldn't work. Having sex in the middle of winter can easily make you sick."

She sat up with her beautiful back exposed, her expression and tone were extremely caring.

Qin Yun pulled her into his arms and said, "No need. I'm fine. I'm just feeling uneasy."

"But..." She was a little worried, and her charming face showed a lot of self-blame. She was easily influenced and had let His Majesty have fun these days. What if he got sick?

Qin Yun smiled and stroked her shoulder, which was really smooth: "It's okay, don't think too much."

"I will leave at dawn today, go to sleep quickly."

"So early?" Mu Ci opened her beautiful eyes wide in surprise. Normally, His Majesty would not leave at dawn. He would have to wait until noon, and she would have to urge him to leave.

Qin Yun frowned: "I am uneasy and not feeling well, so I will leave for Qingping Temple early."