In the return hall, Xi Mutong leaned on the shadow wall engraved with "Words of Return", facing the green mountains outside the door, and his eyes showed infinite sadness.

"Come back, it's not me anymore...... It's not me anymore...... Sir, the seven days of Pear Blossom Pass are as if a lifetime has passed. From the moment I met you, I can't go back, the former immortal head Xi Mutong...... How can I get my former self back from the Ewha Pass?"

At this time, a bamboo leaf spirit boy appeared at the door, holding an urn of immortal drunkenness.

"Auntie, this is ...... The wine ...... you want" Bamboo Leaf Lingtong hesitated, and the hand holding the wine urn stretched forward and retracted again.

"You put it down, get out. Her eyelids drooped, and she commanded indifferently.

"Yes—"

The bamboo leaf spirit boy came over helplessly, put the wine beside her, and carefully retreated.

"Master, "Words of Return" was written when you were drunk, and the apprentice has been reciting it alone for hundreds of years, but can you only read it with a smile if you are as drunk as you?"

As she spoke, she picked up the wine jar and poured it into her mouth indiscriminately, but she was shocked to find that compared to the pear blossom brew, the immortal drunk was so bitter.

"It's been a hundred years, and it's the first time in a hundred years that I've been so presumptuous in drinking. If you don't let me cry, let me get drunk, get drunk to death, and I will never be sad again, and I won't want to cry......"

One bite after another, gradually, she was drunk.

She took out a delicate, gourd-shaped jade vial from her sleeve and shook it in front of her eyes, with three words written on the bottle, "Ice Pear Paste". This is the pear blossom pass, Yu Feng quietly stuffed into her sleeve, for her to cure the poison of the northern fox in the desert.

She held the medicine bottle in her hand, looked at it carefully, and suddenly shook her hand and smashed it to the ground, "I don't need your care, you let me go! I just hope that I have never met you......"

"Aunt Shizu!"

At the gate of the return hall, Shui Ling'er's surprised face appeared. He looked at Xi Mutong who was drunk in amazement, looking at him at a loss.

Since the first day she came to Jiluo Mountain, Aunt Shizu has always maintained her temperament of sealing ice and snow, even in the face of the Fire Sea and Sword Mountain, he has never seen her mess around. But now, like a street bum, she sat on the ground, leaning against the wall and getting drunk. And what made him feel most disturbed was that in this place where she was drunk, if she was bumped into by other immortals who came to the return hall, wouldn't it cause an uproar in the entire immortal clan?

He looked left and right, and saw that no one was nearby, so he hurriedly ran over a few steps to help her up.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you, don't scare the bell!" he called to her, his voice crying.

Waking up from the ice bed in the fairy mound, the poison of the Heaven Destroying Curse has been removed, but Ling'er's little insect body has stiffened, and it will never wake up again. He was once again struck by the heart-wrenching sorrow of losing his loved ones, and he really couldn't imagine that this sorrow was the price of cultivating the secret of suspense. Now in his heart, he is full of nostalgia for Ling'er.

Xi Mutong was drunk, how could he see what was on his mind? Foolishly smiled: "Sir, you are finally here! You still can't bear to leave me alone, right?"

Shui Ling'er knew that she was talking drunk, so she hurriedly sent her back to the Ethereal Hall while no one saw her.

To be on the safe side, he temporarily transferred the guards and served her to sleep himself, but he listened to her keep calling a name. He had never heard the name, so it must not be an immortal. He looked at her blankly, and couldn't help but guess what had happened in the few days when she was alone in Mobei?

Finally, she fell asleep and stopped dreaming. So Shui Ling'er retreated outside the hall and sat alone on the stone steps in front of the dormitory, blowing the night breeze.

He raised his hand and flicked his index and middle fingers again and again, and with a little movement, he could see a few starlights flickering on his fingertips, which were the starlight of the suspense of sorrow.

"Ling'er, have you left me, or have you turned into this starlight and been with me forever?, should I be sad or happy?" he asked himself over and over again, but he couldn't answer, and a few tears rolled down from his eyes. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the www.biquge.info (qidian.com) of Biquge to vote javascript:void(0);

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