The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

In the Tianting Study Room, the candlelight was flickering. The Emperor of Heaven turned over a page, didn't look at it for a moment, then put it down gently, and moved his eyes to the phoenix feather in the blue jade tube carved with flying phoenix and auspicious clouds.

A slight sound came from outside the window, the Emperor of Heaven frowned, looked sideways, and when he saw the purple-clothed deity, all his vigilance and impatience turned into astonishment.His heart was beating wildly, he got up suddenly, but he seemed to be unable to stand still, he could barely support the edge of the desk, opened his mouth slightly and remained silent for a long time before shouting in a hoarse voice: "Lin Yun..."

Yu Linyun glanced at him expressionlessly, his purple pupils were indifferent and cold, he ignored the Emperor's reaction, and only asked, "Where is Bodhi?"

But the Emperor of Heaven turned a deaf ear to him, walked quickly to the window, stared intently at Yu Linyun's face for a long time, still in disbelief, reached out to touch his shoulder, Yu Linyun quickly dodged sideways, raised his eyes coldly, and repeated Said: "Where is the Bodhi child?"

"You...you don't remember me." It seemed to be a question, but it didn't mean to ask. The Emperor of Heaven knew the result a long time ago.

"If you are talking about the ten thousand years of cultivation, then I remember." Yu Linyun said lightly.

Before being resurrected, Yu Linyun's soul was still unable to condense, and Jing Feize and others were also unable to do so for a while. It was the Heavenly Emperor who secretly spent 1 years of cultivation in the Lingzhu, helping them cross the node, and Yu Linyun was able to be reborn smoothly.

The Heavenly Emperor shook his head lightly, without saying a word, just looking at Yu Linyun's face.Yu Linyun couldn't wait for an answer, so he turned around and left without further words. The Heavenly Emperor immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist, and hurriedly said: "The Bodhisattva is in the Yuanshi Tianzun Hall."

"Thank you." Yu Linyun broke away from the Heavenly Emperor's hand and left without looking back.

The Heavenly Emperor stood in front of the window in a daze, staring at the direction of Yu Linyun's departure, without moving for a long time.

Jing Feirong had just returned from Suliang Mountain, saw his brothers and sisters frowning and sighing in the study, and after asking, he found out that Yu Linyun hadn't been seen since last night.But Jing Feirong could understand that his father lost most of his memory, so he let go of many things. He was free from worries and constraints, and his life was much easier than before. This is a good thing.

"Probably went to retreat." Jing Feirong said, "Father just came back to life not long ago, and his primordial spirit is not stable, so he needs to nourish his spiritual energy."

Just as Jing Feize was about to speak, Jing Feirong said again: "Besides, my father heard the news of the emperor's demise as soon as he woke up. He was inevitably sad. It is understandable for him to want to be alone."

When Chu Yanchuan was mentioned, everyone fell silent, but Jing Feirong's expression was normal, and soon he went out of the study to practice swords.

In the middle of the night, Jing Feirong returned to Duanyi Mountain with a sword on his back, and when he looked up, he saw Yu Linyun standing in front of the attic window. He flew up and jumped into the window, and shouted with a smile: "Father."

"How is the recovery?" Yu Linyun asked him.

"It has recovered about [-]%, which is far less than before." Jing Feirong smiled, "But there is no war in the devil world now, and this level of cultivation is enough."

"You can't take it lightly. What's more, your cultivation is your own, and you shouldn't practice it for the purpose of eliminating demons."

Being disciplined by his father for the first time, Jing Feirong felt happy, he nodded seriously: "Understood, I will continue to practice hard."

"If Yanchuan knew you were like this, he would be happy too." Yu Linyun said slowly, looking at the distant mountains at night.

Jing Feirong lowered his eyes and was quiet for a while, then said "Mmm", "I also don't want Dijun to think I'm depressed."

"Although he can't see anymore." Jing Feirong said lightly.

Yu Linyun reached out and touched his head, and left quietly.Jing Feirong stood in front of the window for a long time, with the night wind blowing, his eyes were slightly cold, he raised his hand to caress, his fingertips were full of moisture.

In the main hall of Yuanshi Tianzun, there is a lotus pond, and on the purple lotus that blooms the most in the pond, there is a bodhi seed.

This bodhi seed was requested by Yu Linyun from Yuanshi Tianzun for Jing Feirong 8000 years ago, and it fell beside the seal when he died.Later Jing Feirong entered the illusion, brought it out and kept it carefully.But in the end, he gave this bodhi seed to Chu Yanchuan, because it was Yu Linyun's relic, which was of extraordinary significance, so Jing Feirong only wanted to hand it over to the emperor.

More than 400 years ago, Chu Yanchuan was trapped in an illusion, and finally dispersed his spirit to eliminate demons. However, there was a Buddha spirit left on Bodhi, with profound skills, and he almost created a seal in the illusion.Chu Yanchuan's primordial spirit was gone, and his body was gone, but Bodhizi trapped his soul and escaped a catastrophe.

After the war, the Emperor of Heaven went to the dry marshes alone. Jing Feirong was completely crippled at that time, unable to perceive the gods, and failed to discover Chu Yanchuan's soul.The Heavenly Emperor is also the only child of the Xuanlong, and his cultivation base is strong. After careful inspection, he found the remaining illusion and the Bodhi in the illusion.He sent Bodhi back to the seat of Yuanshi Tianzun and took care of him with purple lotus.

After Yu Linyun woke up, his memory was incomplete. He vaguely remembered that he had asked for a bodhi for Jing Feirong, so he mentioned it casually. Lin Yun realized that perhaps Chu Yanchuan was not dead, at least his soul still survived, so he went to ask the Heavenly Emperor about Bodhi's whereabouts.

Causal loops are always interlocking.

"It's a pity that I just woke up, and my cultivation is not as good as that grass outside the hall." Yu Linyun looked at Bodhi in the lotus, and said in a low voice, "Otherwise, I will try my best to bring you back to life as soon as possible."

He came out of the hall, and caught a glimpse of the slender figure under the tree not far away—since he knew Bodhizi was here, every time he came to visit Chu Yanchuan, the Emperor of Heaven would appear at the same time, standing under that tree, Do nothing and say nothing.

Yu Linyun rolled up his sleeves and walked under the tree.

The closer he got, the more unnatural the Emperor's expression became, a little unbelievable and a little uncontrollable surprise.

"Give me a dragon vein." Yu Linyun said.

The Emperor of Heaven froze for a moment: "What?"

"Half of Feirong's divine veins was used to save me, one for one, you use your dragon veins to save Yanchuan." Yu Linyun said calmly, "It's just a suggestion."

The Heavenly Emperor looked at him for a moment, then turned around and went to the Tianzun Hall without hesitation.

As usual, Jing Feirong came to take a nap under the sacred tree, and ten years had passed since his father was revived. He felt more and more that life was going by so slowly, and he couldn't help but be at a loss as to how he would survive the tens of thousands of years in the future.

Do you want to go on like this forever?Tormented by the longing and guilt of losing a loved one, when I dreamed back at midnight, I was shocked by the battle scene of the year, and when I woke up, my face was always full of tears, and I was terrified.

But apart from this, there seems to be no other way.

He was leaning against the tree trunk, drowsy, feeling that the cold tree trunk seemed to be getting warmer gradually in a haze, Jing Feirong tightened his clothes, hoping to see Dijun in today's dream.

It seemed like a long time later, a person came slowly from the white snow, stepping on the snow with soft steps, until he stepped in front of the sleeping little dragon under the tree, bent slightly, and brushed his shoulders cold snow.

Jing Feirong frowned, opened his eyes little by little, looked at the person in front of him, his brows immediately relaxed, and he smiled: "Dijun."

It's a dream, it's so good. In the past, the emperor's face in the dream was blurry, but this time it is so clear, cold and clean, and has not changed at all.

Seeing him sitting in the snow, Chu Yanchuan asked, "Isn't it cold?"

Jing Feirong shook his head, stretched out his hand towards him, although he was smiling, his eyes were red, and he whispered, "Dijun, I dreamed of you again."

Tears fell little by little, Jing Feirong said tremblingly: "I miss you so much."

Chu Yanchuan looked down at him silently, and reached out to hold his hand.The touch was so real that Jing Feirong froze for a moment, and then he heard Chu Yanchuan say: "You should not be in a dream."

The wind and snow were howling, piercing like a knife, but Jing Feirong felt that his body was heating up little by little, and his heart was beating fast, as if it was going to burst through his chest.He opened his eyes wide, staggered up leaning against the tree trunk, looked at Chu Yanchuan in disbelief, and called him weakly: "Emperor?"

"Yes." Chu Yanchuan replied.

Jing Feirong began to gasp for breath, stared fixedly at Chu Yanchuan for a while, then suddenly hugged him tightly in his arms.His voice was dry and he was too dumb to speak, but he just hugged him with all his strength, for fear that his emperor would disappear from his eyes.He used too much strength, and after he was convinced that he really hugged Chu Yanchuan, Jing Feirong's legs became weak, his heart ached, he curled up and arched his back, his forehead slipped slightly against Chu Yanchuan's body Descending, and finally nearly kneeling in front of him.

Jing Feirong didn't know what to do, tears flooded his vision, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, he just refused to let go, and hugged Chu Yanchuan's leg tightly.Throat rolling, Jing Feirong sobbed at first, and finally cried out hoarsely, he endured it for too long, at this moment, pain and joy, extreme emotions almost overwhelmed him.

Chu Yanchuan sat on the ground with him, Jing Feirong quickly hugged his waist again, buried his face in his chest and wept wantonly.Chu Yanchuan patted him on the back, remained silent for a while, and asked him, "Is it because you were so excited to see me that you cried so sadly?"

"Hmm..." Jing Feirong struggled to make a sound amidst the bitter tears.

Chu Yanchuan was silent again, and then he asked: "Then, what is our relationship?"

Jing Feirong thought he heard it wrong, he raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen, his face was full of tears, and his expression was blank: "Huh?"

The wife who had been waiting for 430 for six years lost her memory after being reborn.

The author says:

"My son saved me with the dragon's veins, and I use the dragon's veins of my ex-husband to save my son's wife. It's fair."

Yu Linyun: I need the dragon veins.

Emperor of Heaven: Cut it off!