The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

In early summer, the mountain behind Tang's house is lush and green.

The green grass around the reincarnation circle is even more lush.

The importance of this formation is self-evident.

This is the place where Tang Yuncang and Shen Qingyin pledged their love, and it has also become a real forbidden area. There are layers of powerful barriers, and only Tang Yixin and Tang Yuncang can enter and exit this circle.

And this barrier was created by Tang Yuncang.

It can be said to be the strongest barrier in Yuanzhi Continent.

Ever since hearing Tang Yixin say that Shen Qingyin still had a trace of consciousness, Tang Yuncang has been here every night for the past few days, infiltrating his spiritual power into the magic circle in an attempt to call back Shen Qingyin.

Today happened to be a full moon. Under the full moon, Tang Yuncang looked at the magic circle in front of him with excitement, which was becoming brighter and brighter.

He felt Shen Qingyin, a trace of her breath.

"Ayin, please, even if you don't forgive me, please think about Yixian."

Tang Yuncang's expression was sad and moving. He half-knelt in front of the magic circle and whispered.

He is the leader of the cultivators, when has he ever asked anyone for help?

"Ma'am, I was wrong."

Tang Yuncang's voice was hoarse, like the mist in the dark night, low and sharp, revealing deep longing.

"Ayin...I planted a pine tree in the backyard, waiting for you."

Tang Yuncang felt numb from half-kneeling, so he simply hugged his knees and sat down.

In the dark night, he talked to himself, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.

When the prodigal son turns back, he will not be replaced by gold.

However, Shen Qingyin didn't want to change, nor did she want this prodigal son anymore.

But she thought he was too noisy and she couldn't even die in peace.

When she heard Langzi mention Tang Yixien, she couldn't help but be moved.

She originally wanted to die quietly like this.

When Tang Yuncang lowered his head and talked about their second date, he suddenly heard a soft and familiar voice.

"What you said gives me a headache. I have long forgotten what we ate that day."

Tang Yuncang's pupils suddenly shook, and he stopped in place with his head down.

He thought he would never hear this voice again in his life.

It was his wife's voice.

He calmed his pounding heart and looked up at the magic circle in disbelief.

Empty.

I felt lost for a moment.

"What happened has happened. Now I am just a remnant of spiritual consciousness, invisible and traceless." Shen Qingyin's voice came again.

"There must be a way. Yixian can reincarnate for a hundred years. If he can do it, why can't you?" Tang Yuncang said in a daze.

"Yixian's consciousness is intact and extremely stable. He has people who love him by his side."

"I...I love you too." Tang Yuncang stood up and said with a firm look in his eyes.

A moment of silence.

The cicadas called out sarcastically.

"Let's go. I don't want to see you again. I don't want to hear your voice."

Not everything can be redeemed.

Tang Yuncang closed his eyes tightly, and tears suddenly fell.

Continuing to sleep was Shen Qingyin's choice. Perhaps after a long, long time, she would have the opportunity to cultivate another trace of spiritual consciousness.

Maybe it's a thousand years, maybe it's ten thousand years.

There is no way that Tang Yuncang, this playboy, could wait that long.

Shen Qingyin didn't say anything else.

She thought she had made it clear and Tang Yuncang would not come again.

However, he still came the next night. I learned not to disturb her and just stayed with her quietly.

Quietly eating Shen Qingyin's favorite cakes..

Time passes silently..

You can also curse people.

Yao Lao's alchemy room is always filled with the smell of...herbal roasted chicken.

The freshly roasted chicken is tender and crispy, with the chicken butt having a golden crispy skin.

Yao Lao looked at it with shining eyes.

With one knife, he cut off the chicken butt and placed it on the plate.

His bright, old, childish eyes were fixed on a plate on the table, which contained a handful of green mud.

This is the dipping sauce for chicken that Tang Yixien specially made, and it is called mustard.

It is green like mud and looks delicious at first glance.

It must taste sweet.

Yao Lao sat upright, and every time he ate chicken butt, it was a feast.

He picked up the chicken butt and dipped it full of mustard.

Tang Yixien reminded him that it would taste better if he had more dip.

Put it in your mouth.

"what...."

The young disciple passing by the door heard a miserable cry.

A spicy feeling that strikes the soul.

Yao Lao covered his mouth and jumped high on the spot because of choking.

He has refined so many cube-shaped pills, and he will have to pay for his actions sooner or later.

Soon, Yao Lao's tears came out because of the mustard.

However, he still swallowed the chicken butt with tears in his eyes.

After saying this, let’s talk about Mr. Hua, also known as Mr. Hua.

It’s such a pleasure to travel around the mountains and rivers with my Taoist partner every day.

That day, he happened to wander into the Tang family, and after entrusting Cuicui to Tang Yixin, he went out to travel.

Cuicui's eyes widened, she straightened her neck to give herself courage, and looked fierce.

In fact, he is very cowardly inside.

Sheng Qingye next to it was staring at its fur with a sly smile on his face.

Tang Yixien was afraid of scaring Cuicui, so he dragged Sheng Qingye out.

It would be bad to scare Cuicui to death. After all, Cuicui is old and trembles with every step. She is alive today only thanks to Hua Lao's poison.

Tang Yixin put Cuicui and Lao Huangmao together, so the two birds could be companions.

Suddenly, only two birds were left in the front hall, staring at each other.

"Hey, Lao Deng, what are you looking at?" Cuicui stared at the wretched old yellow-haired man.

"You are so beautiful." Old Huangmao babbled.

"You have good taste." Cui Cui said.

"A happy marriage for a hundred years."

"it is good."

Two birds were talking in the room, sounding like the music of nature.