Shui Ling'er sat on the hillside in the Valley of Passions, staring blankly at the beautiful scenery of flowers in full bloom in front of her, sullen.

For some reason, since the master and the aunt came back from the mountain two months ago, they have all changed.

The aunt took the master to the True Dragon Peak and retreated in the meditation room for a whole month. After they came out, he had only seen the master once, but he found that his eyes were dark, his expression was dazed, and his face was as gray as a ghost.

He hugged his master's leg as he had done in the past, and he ignored him. This kind of thing had never happened before, so he wondered if he had done something wrong again and made the master angry.

In order to make Zhuyue happy, he made a lot of effort to practice the Pingyun Technique on the first layer of Zhitian Zen.

The three-month time limit agreed with his aunt was approaching, and although he was still unable to clearly divide a jar of water into two sides, he was able to split a large gap in the middle. He is very confident that as long as he works hard, success is just around the corner.

In addition, his sixth birthday is coming soon, and the master has promised to give him a good birthday, but why has there been no movement until now?

Doudou came to him, sat down quietly, watched the sky with him, and when he saw that he just didn't speak, he asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Shui Ling'er looked at the sky, the white clouds were as light as catkins, and said stupidly: "When will I see the master again?"

Doudou was silent and sighed.

Shui Ling'er was shocked, turned her head suddenly, and asked, "Doudou, what happened to the master, do you know?"

Doudou hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I don't know, I don't know!"

With this look on his face, he had already betrayed himself. Shui Ling'er grabbed him and shook him vigorously: "You know!

Dou Dou was forced to be helpless, so he had to tell the truth, "Okay, I'll sue you, Yuezhu Immortal ......"

"What's wrong with him?"

"He killed Yu Wenhua. ”

Shui Ling'er heard it in a fog, "The master is a big hero who stands up to the sky, if that Yu Wenhua is a big villain, what is wrong with the master killing him? What does it have to do with this?"

Dou Dou shook his head, "Keyu culture is a human, immortals kill people, they will be devoured by the sky, and they will not die well." ”

Doudou's words are always so streamlined, never dragging mud and water, but all of a sudden he blew up Shui Ling'er's little head, making him feel that there was suddenly silence in all directions, and only his own breathing became more and more rapid.

The words "it is impossible to die well if devoured by the sky" swirled in his mind, plunging his eyes into darkness.

He suddenly remembered that the name 'Yu Wenhua' had been mentioned by the master when he gave him a lesson on Jiluo Mountain.

The most terrifying thing is that the master said very clearly at the time: the boundaries of the Three Realms are clear, and if it is a matter or dispute within the human realm, the immortals can only stand by and watch, otherwise they will break the rules of the Three Realms and will be punished by heaven.

"Yu Wenhua was killed by the master, whether he is a bad person or not, the master is really an immortal, is he ...... because of this?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly couldn't care about anything, and ran towards the Floating Life Hall with his legs, Doudou was shouting something behind his back, and he couldn't hear it anymore.

When he arrived at the gate of the Floating Life Palace, Shui Ling'er's pace slowed down.

It was quiet, only two spirit boy soldiers stood motionless at the door. Usually when he wants to enter, they never stop him, but today, when he walked inside, they uncharacteristically raised their hands horizontally and coldly ordered: "Little boy, please stay." ”

Shui Ling'er was angry and shouted, "I want to see the master, why did you stop me?"

One of the spirit boy soldiers replied, "Yuezhu Immortal is recuperating, and it is inconvenient to see anyone. ”

Shui Ling'er didn't say a word, and was about to break in, and the Erling child soldiers immediately dodged and blocked the gate to death.

The two sides were at a stalemate, when someone behind them said, "Let him in." Turning around, it was Doudou who had followed from Baixiang Valley.

With the order to fight, the spirit boy soldiers no longer stopped and flashed back to both sides of the gate.

Shui Ling'er clasped her fists gratefully at him and hurried to the master's bedroom.

I knocked the door, but no one answered, and when I knocked again, there was still no answer. Shui Ling'er was bold, gently pushed open the door, poked his head in, and saw that no one came out to stop him, so he walked in on tiptoe.

Zhuyue was lying on the bed, with no life. His face, once as white as jade, is now as white as a piece of paper. Shui Ling'er only felt that his face looked more terrifying than Jiang Nanzimo's whiteness.

The incense burner in front of the bed, the green smoke is ethereal, and the dark fragrance of falling cicadas is sent for a while, but the master seems to have stopped breathing, can he smell it?

Shui Ling'er lay on Zhuyue's body, her little face pressed against his face, and tears slid down one by one, falling on his face, sliding to the corners of his mouth, and then flowing into his mouth.