Don't mess with the little apprentice sister! She is greedy and immoral

"What do you mean?" The evil spirit didn't understand.

"The more I retain my original appearance, the more it will seem like not long ago that we parted, and then my father may have fewer regrets."

"……don't know."

"Have you heard that things and people have changed?" Yunniang did not answer directly, but suddenly asked the evil spirit.

Without waiting for the evil spirit to answer, Yunniang added softly, "At least, I don't want him to go through this."

Therefore, she wanted to do her best to preserve even the slightest sense of familiarity.

In her own way, she prayed that Lao He's regrets and pain would be less and less.

Even if the price was that she would be in extreme pain.

This is not the first time that Yunniang has dug those things out, and it won't be the last.

At least, that's what she kept repeating until she took her last breath in this body.

Therefore, her body has been able to barely maintain its human form until now.

"despair."

Old He, who had never felt sad even when he knew his end was approaching, now shed tears.

He walked towards Yunniang step by step, hunched over, and picked up the mask that Yunniang was using to cover her face.

His expression was so gentle, even with a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth, just like when the family of three lived happily together.

"My dear Yunniang, you haven't changed at all, have you? But if daddy becomes like this, can you still recognize him?"

Yunniang, who had died long ago, naturally could not answer Lao He's question.

Even her last bit of soul and obsession disappeared completely when Yun Ya's body was burned by the thunder.

He...actually, still couldn't catch up.

If it had been earlier, earlier, he might have been able to hear Yunniang's last voice.

"It hurts, don't be afraid, Daddy will take you home."

As Old He spoke, he tried to pick up Yunniang with trembling hands, but because he was too old, he failed several times and could only fall to the ground.

But every time she fell, he held Yunniang tightly in his arms and did not let her get hurt again.

Qin Zhen wanted to go forward to help with red eyes, but Jing Xing stopped her.

"Give them some more time alone. Lao He doesn't have much time left."

What's more, Lao He's pride did not allow him to ask others for help at this time.

He just wanted to use his own strength to bring his daughter home.

That was something he had thought about countless times over the years.

Qin Zhen gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to move forward. She watched Lao He try again and again, and finally carried Yunniang on his back.

Just like he did back then, holding his wife Qingwu's hand with one hand and supporting Yunniang who was sleeping on his back with the other hand, he set out on the road home.

"This road is really long." Lao He said softly.

But there was no longer his wife who could respond to him, nor the breath of a woman in her sweet dreams.

As the breeze blows, the petals of the Epiphyllum wither little by little, leaving only a dreamy fragrance.

Elder Fu Yao sighed, and finally said to Qin Zhen and Jing Xing: "I will take over here, you go and see him off... for the last time."

Qin Zhen and Jing Xing nodded silently, and just followed behind, silently escorting the poor father and daughter.

Until they returned to the courtyard that Qin Zhen was familiar with, the courtyard where Yunniang lived in the past.

In the courtyard, although it was daytime, the night-blooming cereus was in full bloom.

Old He tremblingly picked a night-blooming cereus and pinned it in Yunniang's hair.

"Qingwu also liked this flower once." Qin Zhen heard Lao He say softly.

Qin Zhen opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.

All words seem so pale and powerless in this situation.

But Lao He never seemed to think about hearing any answer from them. He just gently placed Yunniang next to the Epiphyllum flowers.

"Jing boy."

"I'm here."

"When I die, bury Yunniang and I under these flowers."

"……it is good."

"And..." Lao He paused, "Qing Wu's revenge, please."

"it is good."

Even if it meant making enemies with the entire Tianyan Sect, even if it meant making enemies with the demons, Jingxing accepted it without hesitation.

At this moment, Qin Zhen knelt down and kowtowed solemnly to Lao He.

"Although you don't acknowledge me as your poor disciple, once you become my teacher, you will be my teacher for life. I will remember your revenge, the revenge of Master's wife, and the revenge of Yun Niang. I will never forget them for a moment."

Lao He's eyes suddenly turned red: "...Okay."

"Let me cook another meal for you."

Qin Zhen didn’t know what she could do for Lao He at this moment, but she wanted to do something for him.

Lao He was stunned for a long time before he finally found his voice: "Then... dumplings."

He still remembers that his cooking skills were not very good at that time and he could only make dumplings and wontons.

But Qingwu and Yunniang never disliked it, and always told him: "Daddy's dumplings taste like home. As long as we eat this, we know we are home."

"Just, the most ordinary dumplings stuffed with cabbage."

"it is good."

Qin Zhen took out the things she needed from the Qiankun Ring and rolled out the dough together with the silent Jingxing.

Lao He whispered about what dumpling filling should look like.

The dumplings were put into the pot and served quickly.

The dumpling skin was a little torn, revealing the meat filling inside. The meat filling was a little rough, and the cabbage grains were too big and seemed a little watery. Even the seasoning was a bit salty.

From a technical point of view, this is undoubtedly a failed bowl of dumplings.

However, this unsuccessful dumpling was the taste in his memory.

He suddenly thought of Li Yun.

He once asked her why she insisted on teaching him those recipes, when there were obviously many more talented chefs than him, and if she was willing to teach, those people would definitely treat her as a guest of honor and study hard.

Li Yun only said one sentence: "The food they cook is just food, but the food you cook reminds me of the home I can never return to after a long time."

At that time he didn't understand, and didn't realize that food had any use other than filling the stomach.

Now he understood.

Some foods connect the present and the past, making the memories of the past always have their unique taste whenever you think of them.

"Qin Zhen."

"I'm here."

"Congratulations, you have succeeded." Lao He smiled. It was the only smile of his that was not so bitter.

"...Thank you for your teachings, Master."

Lao He finished the last dumpling and slowly closed his eyes.

At his deathbed, Fu Yao finally arrived and handed over the things Qin Zhen had just requested.

It was none other than the rhino horn incense left in the inn.

The fragrance gradually spread, and Lao He closed his eyes forever in his sleep.

But he smiled.

Because, in the last moment of his life, he seemed to hear the voices of Qingwu and Yunniang.

They said—

"We're here to take you home."

Home is where daddy, mommy, and Yunniang are.