Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

But the once clean and tidy courtyard is now covered with cobwebs and there are weeds growing wildly on the ground.

He searched the entire village but couldn't find Yu Zhao. Her presence had disappeared.

Dispirited, he finally found a lonely grave with Yu Zhao's name engraved on it.

He fell to the ground trembling all over, and the beautiful white brocade was stained with dirty snow. The young man threw himself on the wooden tablet in disbelief and hugged it with all his strength, as if they were meeting again.

The cries were as mournful as the ringing of a bell. The young man dug the grave with his hands, trembling all over. He didn't care when a nail peeled off. The soil was dug up, revealing the dilapidated coffin, which he opened with trembling hands.

There was a letter placed in the center of the hand bone. Yu Zhao had originally intended to place it on the apricot tree before his death, but he was afraid that the letter would get wet by the rain, so he took it into the coffin so that it would not be seen.

But what she didn't expect was that the boy actually dug up her grave.

Cui Yu carefully opened the letter, which contained the fox hair she had pulled when she was a child. He slowly walked in, lay down beside her, and held the silver-white bones in his arms.

With a wave of his hand, the coffin returned to darkness.

The content of the letter is very simple.

Forget me.

She hoped he would start over.

They had only met twice in their short human lives. The fox fairy loved him without knowing it, and Yu Zhao didn't want to point it out. His life was long, and she was just a passerby.

Some things should never begin.

She never regretted meeting her, but she was more afraid that the young fox fairy would watch her die alone.

It was enough to see him again.

The young man guarded a dead skeleton all night long, tears from the corners of his eyes fell into the rotten coffin. He didn't say a word, and his dull crying was completely covered by the wind and snow.

It turns out that there has been a girl living in the fox's heart for a long time. This is love.

She was like a cloud that happened to float across the sky, and the reunion was just a wonderful accident.

Spring flowers, summer cicadas, autumn rain, winter snow.

It was spring again, the soil was loose, something broke out of the ground, a big hand covered with soil crawled out, and the fox fairy boy returned to the top of Cangxue Mountain holding the dry bones.

He rebuilt a coffin and gently placed the bones inside. The blue bird behind him looked at him in confusion. He felt that the mountain master must hate her very much for digging the person out and bringing him here.

But now he made a coffin with his own hands and put the person in it for reburial.

What he was thinking in his non-dazed little brain was that this was the mountain master's fun. After all, the mountain master was still young and a little childish, and he liked to do these weird things.

When he was in seclusion for cultivation before, he kept telling the story of a snowball, saying that she was cute, stupid, had short legs, and was good for nothing, and that she was able to get out of the snow-capped mountains only because of him leading the way.

But this time when I came back, something seemed different.

Maybe the other monsters made him unhappy.

But this time, the mountain master did not go into seclusion to prepare for another tribulation and ascend to heaven. Instead, he accepted a disciple.

A few years later, the apprentice died inexplicably.

There was another coffin in the back mountain.

Later, the mountain master would go down the mountain again to find a disciple. They all looked the same, but were of different ages.

Qingniao thought that he just liked to take in disciples, but gradually, without exception, every disciple died, and the coffins in the back mountain became more and more, until they could no longer be piled up.

He watched helplessly as the mountain owner flattened several neighboring hills and expanded his territory.

One day later, the mountain master came back carrying a coffin. This time he was very happy because he no longer needed to prepare the materials for the coffin.

But Cui Yu's eyes were filled with death, and he leaned against the coffin. He could not prepare the coffin. His good disciple was nailed to death in the coffin by someone. The corpse was badly broken, like a glass cup, which would shatter at the touch.

He didn't understand. He was already a half-immortal, so why couldn't he save her?

The soul seemed to be engraved with a vicious curse, and every life had no good ending.

Finally, the blue bird saw the mountain master walk into the dusty cave, where he was in seclusion. He was very pleased that he finally understood the importance of progress and wanted to ascend to heaven. He was no longer obsessed with making coffins or raising apprentices.

On the day of ascension, the sky and the earth were filled with strange phenomena, with rays of bright light and divine rain.

Living up to his expectations, Cui Yu ascended successfully.

But the next day, Qingniao saw Cui Yu, who was supposed to be an immortal, lying in the snow. The blood under his body was horrifying. His meridians were broken, and even one of his nine most important tails was broken. The remaining eight tails were bald in several spots.

This is the nine-tailed fox that is said to be able to lose its head but not lose a single hair on its tail!

Bluebird widened her eyes and hurried forward to help him up. The handsome young man's white clothes were stained with blood, and the devil pattern between his eyebrows was dazzling, charming and miserable. Red and white were intertwined, and sin and evil coexisted.

The world's first nine-tailed fox to fall into demonism.

He didn't understand and didn't ask, but just quietly took him back to the cave to recuperate.

This time, the young man was very well-behaved. He spent the whole day tending flowers and playing with birds, and did not mention anything else.

But in the middle of the night, when Bluebird woke up by chance, he would see the mountain master, who he thought had returned to normal, crawling into the coffin and sleeping with those bones.

We should sleep together in life and share the same coffin in death.

He would even kiss the rotten bones affectionately and talk to them gently.

"My dear disciple, I miss you."

When you talk to Bones, naturally no one responds.

But he didn't seem to care about it, and just continued talking.

"My dear disciple, where have you been? I can't find you."

"The Buddha said there are three thousand worlds. Are you not in this world anymore?"

"They all want you to die, but I want you to live."

The handsome young man smiled tenderly and tenderly, then with a sick smile on his face, he slowly reached into his chest and broke a rib. As if that was not enough, he reached into the bloody wound and broke a few more.

Blood splattered on his cheeks, and the young man looked like a gorgeous red plum blossom, his white finger bones stroking the bloody ribs.

Finally, it was refined into a piece of apricot branch.

He placed it in the palm of the skeletal hand and then interlocked his fingers with hers.

The young man smiled, as innocent as a child, "My dear disciple, Xuetuanzi..."

Suddenly, his voice dropped to a low point, and he choked with grief, "Can we... ever meet again?"

Cui Yu slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled, and his pale face nestled against the bony shoulder.

"My dear disciple, don't be afraid. Go to sleep. When you wake up, Master will find you."

The blue bird was trembling with fear not far away. He was crazy. The mountain master had been crazy for a long time!

Her previous normality was all fake. Vixens are good at acting, let alone the most vixen of vixens. She even deceived the wise and powerful him.

But he didn't leave.

The blue bird only has one master in his life. Once he recognizes Cui Yu, he will always follow him. If he falls into the devil, he will fall with him. If he becomes an immortal, he will burn incense and worship Buddha for him in the world of immortal cultivation, praying that he will live well in heaven.

However, during the day, the mountain master was quite normal and did not hug the bones and look at them affectionately at any time.

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Qingniao, who had always followed Cui Yu, knew the most about his past, so he was not too surprised to see the same face. The arrival of the little girl Yu Zhao was just an ordinary thing.

Because the ending is the same, the apprentice will eventually become a cold corpse and turn into bones.

What puzzled him was that if the mountain master liked her so much that he was going crazy, why didn't he just force her onto the bed and make it a done deal?

You have to become a disciple.

A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, and a light bulb went off in his head. Could it be that he likes to engage in forbidden master-disciple love?

The bluebird on the branch kept staring at her. Yu Zhao noticed it as soon as she entered the courtyard. When Cui Yu turned around to get the tea set, she walked forward and held the bird in her hand.

"Why are you staring at me? I have flowers on my face."

The bluebird stared at her with its small eyes, glancing at the figure not far away. It covered its mouth with its wings and smiled ambiguously, "Your face is fine, but someone wants to..."

The next second, he was speechless. Its beak was sealed by a spell, and the bluebird fluttered up and down. Yu Zhao was stunned and turned to look at the elegant and gentle young man who was making tea nearby.

"Bluebird is naughty and loves to talk nonsense. Please forgive me, my good disciple."

His tone was gentle, and Yu Zhao didn't feel anything was wrong. Instead, Qingniao, who was familiar with him, shuddered all over, a chill crept up his back, and goose bumps appeared on his body.

That’s right, the mountain master was angry.

In the past, she would have plucked his feathers and used them as darts, but now it was different. He was in the hands of his good disciple, and in front of her, the big-tailed wolf was always good at pretending.

This thousand-year-old fox dare not show its tail.

He puffed out his chest, looking refreshed and having a smug look on his face.

You'll get beaten up later anyway, so if you're not being arrogant now, when will you be?