My master is obedient and soft

The person in front of him is Lingyin, but it seems that he is not.

He was thin and thin, and the thin clothes could hardly cover his abrupt spine, giving him a lonely and bleak feeling.

Especially his eyes... Lingyin has no eye problems.

Such an image, no matter it is different from the high-spirited person in the fairy world in Zheqing's memory, it is also different from the previous person who put him in danger several times, changed his temperament drastically, and did all kinds of bad things.

The room was very quiet, except for the occasional crackling of the fire.

Zheqing asked, "Who are you?"

The person in front of him didn't answer immediately, he gently closed the door behind him, blocking out the boundless emerald green outside the door, and then put the bamboo pole for pathfinding in his hand beside the low table.

After entering the house, he seemed to be very familiar with the place. After touching it a few times, he sat on the chair firmly, with precise movements, not like a blind person.

Zheqing frowned, watching his movements, he repeated: "Who are you?"

The man took the warm tea from the fire and poured it into a cup on the table. He poured one for himself and filled the empty cup opposite.

He raised his head, his eyes were covered by white silk cloth, but he could vaguely see the deep eye sockets.

He smiled softly, and that smile made people feel like a spring breeze for no reason.

He said, "Zheqing, long time no see."

In an instant, Zheqing suddenly took a step back, as if something had suddenly hit her heart, the long-lost tone, the familiar voice, seemed to come from somewhere, through hundreds of years, once again Come to him clearly.

Zheqing's heart was shaken, he couldn't restrain his heart beating wildly, and a short sentence gave him an urge to cry.

His lips trembled: "You..."

The person in front of him took a sip from his teacup, his sleeves slipped down, his hands were thin and thin, as if they would break if they were folded.

He tasted the tea carefully, and then said to Zheqing: "The tip of the bamboo leaf, I picked it myself, it clears the lungs and lowers the fire, it tastes good."

"Zheqing, do you want to have a taste?"

Yes... yes, that's right.

The blood in Zheqing's limbs and bones was about to boil, his eye sockets were sore from the burning, and the apex of his heart hurt like being scraped by a blunt knife.

That was when he was still in the fairyland.

He is a bit of a quiet person, even the Huanshui Pavilion where he lives is far away from human habitation, and after many years, he always feels a little lonely.

At that time, Zheqing didn't have any close friends.

Go to Xuanying Hall as usual every week to listen to Venerable Tanshu talking about various matters in the fairy world, and then take time to deal with my own affairs. After the whole day, I will be free.

Later, a fairy who worked with him gradually attracted his attention. In his memory, there was always a soft smile on his mouth, and he was easy-going, and seemed to have a good relationship with everyone in the fairy world.

He is like a green bamboo, with a straight back and a personable demeanor, like a modest gentleman.

Later, it was a bright morning.

Zheqing heard the door of Huanshui Pavilion being knocked, one sound, not too loud, very regular.

He was very puzzled, because usually very few people visit the place where he lives.

Zheqing had just woken up, he put on his robe and went to open the door, as soon as he opened the door, the bright sunlight outside the door hit his face.

The man was holding a pot of tea in his hand, against the light, the outline of his whole body was coated with a soft halo, and he was smiling gently at him.

Zheqing froze for a moment, and invited him into the room.

After taking his seat, he said, "Immortal Lingyin came to visit suddenly, what's the matter?"

The person in front of him put the teapot on the table and said, "I want to share the tea I just brewed with you."

Zheqing was taken aback, thinking that this person was a bit interesting, and came to his place early in the morning just to bring him a pot of tea.

He picked up the teacup on the table and filled it up on his own. In an instant, the fragrance of tea overflowed, and the fresh smell soon filled the small outside room, which also warmed Zheqing's heart.

Lingyin picked up a quilt filled with green tea and handed it to Zheqing. His hands were slender and beautiful, like the hands of a literati who is used to pens.

"The tip of the bamboo leaf, I picked it myself, it clears the lungs and lowers the fire, it tastes good,"

"Zheqing, do you want to have a taste?"

Zheqing smiled and took the tea he handed over, savoring it carefully, with a fragrance on his lips and teeth, that day, he and Lingyin talked about the sunset.

Since then, he has had one more friend.

He had a close relationship with him and talked about everything. Lingyin seemed to be proficient in tea ceremony, and often studied various tea arts, and then invited Zheqing to his own residence to taste tea.

Since then, Lingyin has become the only person Zheqing can trust and can entrust a word or two to.

However, due to Zheqing's own temperament, friends are friends after all, even if they are close friends, he will keep a certain distance from them.

Such peaceful days lasted until a certain day.

That day Lingyin suddenly packed up his bags and came to say goodbye to Zheqing.

"I have always wanted to go to Penglai Mountain to live in seclusion and not care about world affairs. Now it can finally be realized. I have asked Venerable Tanshu for instructions, and he agreed."

"Zheqing, we have to say goodbye here."

"However, don't worry, we can still get together during the holidays, and I will give you a taste of my newly researched tea."

Although Zheqing was reluctant, he respected Lingyin's thoughts.Everyone living in this world always has their own pursuits, he may not understand, but seeing his happy appearance, he is also happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

Later, apart from the two meeting each other on a few important festivals every year, Zheqing returned to the time when she was alone in the fairyland at other times.

Sometimes he wonders, when did he start remembering?

It seems that when you open your eyes, you will see the Huanshui Pavilion, day after day, without end.

Fortunately, he met Wen Yuan later, and at that time, life really had a life.

Zheqing's throat was astringent, he stretched out his hand, and took the tea bowl from Lingyin, his fingertips trembled, thinking how familiar this scene was.

A hundred years ago, in the Huanshui Pavilion, Lingyin also said such words to him with a smile, and he also smiled and took the tea he handed over.Today, the world flies by, the scene changes, and the old people are still there, but they will never return to the original time.

Zheqing took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, and the heat seemed to rush to his limbs, warming his heart all of a sudden.

It is still the taste in memory, fresh, warm, and fragrant on the lips and teeth, as if nothing has changed.

With a "click", a drop of tear fell into the teacup, stirring up a little drop of water.

Zheqing put down the cup, walked a few steps, squatted down in front of Lingyin, his hands trembling slightly, gently stroked the white cloth covering Lingyin's eyes.

His voice was hoarse: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Lingyin raised her hand, and lightly touched Zheqing's hand. The pair of hands that could write poems and draw pictures, make tea, and dance swords in memory were all withered now.

Lingyin seemed to want to smile, but the corners of his mouth curled up and down.

"……blind."

Zheqing finally couldn't bear it anymore, if Lingyin hadn't lost his sight at this time, he would definitely be able to see his face full of tears.

"How did this happen, why did it become like this..." Zhe Qing choked up.

He asked: "...Why are you here? What is this place?"

The words seemed to be on point, and Lingyin raised his head slowly, as if he had been thinking for a long time, but he seemed not to think about anything, just in a daze.

Although his eyes were covered with a circle of silk cloth at this time, Zheqing seemed to be able to see through the thin cloth that his eyes were dull and empty.

Lingyin answered irrelevantly: "I've been here for a long, long time, I can't remember how many years."

nightmare domain.

Everyone in the Demon Realm was terrified. Since their Lord came back, the entire Nightmare Realm was shrouded in low air pressure. His Lord's face was so heavy that he could drip water, which made a group of people tremble.

Even when eating normally, Mozun directly flipped the table when he felt unsatisfactory.

Only then did they know that Immortal Zheqing's life and death are unknown now, and their lord is angry, it's because of this group of servants that they put their heads on their belts all day long, for fear that the demon lord will anger them anytime soon.

But it is said that Wen Yuan was rescued by Zheqing's Fuwei sword in the underground abyss that day. At that time, he seemed to be aroused to be fierce, and faintly showed the state of an ancient monster.

Almost all the ancient gods have fallen now, and there are very few monsters and monsters left. A small part has been sealed in the Nightmare Realm and remains to this day, but it has also been ruled by Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan is the last remaining ancient monster since Pangu opened the world. The demon world respects seniority. Although he awakened very late and spent so many years in the form of a cub in the early stage, it does not prevent him from awakening his power. The power is huge.At the beginning, almost after he recovered, he wiped out all the demons in the Nightmare Domain with a single sword.

That frightening ferocity only needs an opportunity to be aroused, and now that Zheqing is in danger, Wen Yuan can't stand it anymore.

With his roar that day, the Three Realms trembled.Everyone in the Nightmare Realm knew that their Lord had gone mad, but for the mortal world, it was like an earthquake and violent thunder, but for the fairy world, the demonic energy was naturally stronger, and everyone was in danger.

That day, Wen Yuan rushed out of the dangerous situation and rushed directly above the ground. After escorting him safely, the Fuwei sword gradually disappeared with its shining sword light, and finally turned into an ordinary sword and fell to the ground.

Wen Yuan held the Fuwei Sword, under the overwhelming anger and madness, in an instant, he wanted to raze the entire Qiongji Peak to the ground.

Countless rising and surging devilish energy lingered on Qiongji Peak, the original blue sky was overshadowed, Wen Yuan's impulsive eyes were red, and he almost lost his mind.

But in the end, he stopped.Because this mountain is not only him at this time, there are Qingli and the princess, there is Li Ye, and Zheqing whose life and death are unknown, if they are all destroyed by him, what if Zheqing is still alive and gets implicated? .

Wen Yuan persuaded himself to calm down, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the aura of Zheqing, Zheqing was still wearing the jade bracelet with his heart and soul, and just like the last time in the illusion, even without the jade bracelet, he was still in the dark. He felt his presence in the dark.

Wen Yuan comforted himself that he would definitely be found.

However, he lingered for a long time on this poor peak, and finally he was sure that Zheqing was really not here.

However, he fell from under the gloomy palace, not at the peak of poverty, so where is he?

He doesn't believe that something will happen to him, and he will definitely not.

When Wen Yuan returned to the Nightmare Realm, he was restless. On the one hand, he was angry that the trap set by Lingyin made him lose Zheqing again, and on the other hand, he was annoyed that he, as the Demon Lord, still wanted Zheqing to protect him.

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