"Real people should not be too confident. There are always things in this world that real people are not good at."

"For example, let's bet on who Master Guiyang will choose. Whether he chooses Master Guiyang, your master, or me, an outsider who has nothing to do with it."

Hearing Fuling mention the real person Guiyang, Yinyue thought that Fuling was trying to be clever, and said rather unhappily: "Even if you use the excuse of betting, I won't take you to see Guiyang."

"I didn't want to use this to trick the real person into taking us to see the real person Guiyang. The real person and I each prepared a gift and a letter, and the real person sent it to the real person Guiyang."

"I misunderstood." Yinyue realized that she was overthinking, so she admitted frankly.

"What if Guiyang doesn't choose any of them?" Yinyue asked.

Guiyang never said a word these days, even when he was scolded, he didn't say a word and just sat there in the dungeon.

He himself did not have confidence that Guiyang would respond to the gifts and letters he sent.

"That counts as my loss." Fu Ling replied.

"You dare to say that you have the same temperament as Xuan Wei."

"If it were the master, he would not have spoken but directly draw the sword." Fu Lingke didn't feel that she was similar to Xuan Wei at all.

She is nothing like Xuan Wei. She is reasonable, but Xuan Wei never tries to reason with others.

"That's true." Hearing Xuanwei being complained about by her nine-year-old apprentice, Yin Yue couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, "You know your master very well."

"Fu Ling, what are you going to write to Senior Brother in your letter? Will Senior Brother really choose us?" Xin'er asked Fuling on the way back.

"Yes. It's better to choose us than that old stubborn Yinyue." Fu Ling said.

Hearing Fu Ling call Zhenren Yin Yue this way, Xin'er couldn't help but laugh in a low voice. He was obviously a high-ranking immortal, but it didn't seem that big of a deal when Fu Ling said this.

The next day, Yinyue received a paper crane from Fuling. The paper crane contained a letter and a small brocade box.

What gift is in this brocade box? What will be the content of the letter written by this nine-year-old girl?

Yinyue was a little curious about the two things Fu Ling prepared, but as a gentleman, he would not take them apart without permission, even if the person he was betting on was just a nine-year-old child.

Yinyue visited the Zixiao Sect's dungeon with the gift and a piece of letter she had prepared.

The dungeon was dark and dark, dust filled the air, and Yin Yue, who was dressed in white and outshone the snow, was out of place here.

The former glorious leader of Miaoyin Peak, Guiyang Zhenren, was imprisoned in the deepest part of the dungeon, trapped in a small cell by the spirit locking formation.

Guiyang Zhenren looked very calm, as if the explosion during the confrontation with Lin Qingyue in the locust forest that day had exhausted all his strength. After that, he became as silent as a mute.

Yin Yue came outside this cell several times, and no matter what he said, Gui Yang did not look back at him, which made him gradually lose patience with this apprentice.

"There are two letters and two gifts here. One of the letters and gifts is given to you by Ling Yanfeng's Poria, and the other is given to you by me. It's okay if you don't want to speak. Let's take a look at the two letters and the two gifts.

What are the gifts?" Yin Yue held up her hands and sent the four things into the cell.

He stood there and waited for a while, but saw no movement in Guiyang, so he couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

Sure enough, this is still the case.

Yinyue turned and left without saying another word.

After Yinyue left, Guiyang turned around slowly, revealing a haggard face. His decommissioned cultivation and the suffering of the past few days made his face look much older in an instant, with some white spots on his temples.

Send it.

He picked up Yin Yue's gift, and after opening it, he found an old bamboo flute of some age inside.

A hundred years ago, when he first entered Xuanwei's sect, he was just a twelve-year-old boy. He couldn't play the jade flute, a magic weapon given by Yin Yue, so he was so anxious that he practiced hard every day until he couldn't even hold the flute.

until.

This matter was discovered by Yinyue, who took him to the bamboo forest, personally took a piece of bamboo and cut him a bamboo flute, and taught him to start practicing with an ordinary flute.

Now that I think of it, it is an extremely vague memory, but I still feel nostalgic and warm when I think of it.

Did Yin Yue ever be so attentive to him...

Guiyang picked up the letter from Yinyue again. Whenever Yinyue came these days, she would always scold him for being obsessed with evil thoughts. The content of the letter was probably just to persuade him to correct his evil ways.

The letter was unfolded and there were only five lines of words on it, but it made his hands tremble slightly.

His letter:

My disciple fish

There are many hardships along the way of cultivation, and you have already encountered one of them

You might as well start from the easy to the difficult, learn the bamboo flute first and then the jade flute, and things will fall into place naturally.

This is also the first time for me to become a master and take on a disciple. I don’t know what to do.

I hope you will bear with me

It has been more than fifty years since he was promoted to Jindan and known as Guiyang Zhenren. Everyone in the sect has forgotten his real name, and even he has almost forgotten it...

It turned out that he was a mortal boy named "Ziyu", who was lucky enough to be picked up from the village by Master Yin Yue of the Zixiao Sect.

Guiyang always felt that Yinyue didn't take him seriously as a disciple, especially after he accepted more and more disciples. Compared with the master, he was more like the peak master, and he was still more like a person in front of his big disciple.

Peak Lord.

But Yinyue didn't forget those things when they first became master and apprentice, on the contrary, he forgot.

Today, he is no longer the twelve-year-old boy who knew nothing about the world. For him, Master Yin Yue is no longer the only person close to him, he has someone more important.

Even if his cultivation was abolished and he was imprisoned here, he would not regret everything he did for Zi Qing.

At the corner of the dungeon, Yin Yue stopped here and watched Gui Yang quietly from opening his letter to putting down his letter, still without saying a word.

The past master-disciple relationship failed to make Guiyang repent. What else could he do?

After Guiyang put aside Yin Yue's gift and letter, he looked at the letter and gift said to be from Fu Ling with some disgust.

That little girl from Ling Yanfeng? At such a young age, she was very angry and she dared to let him kneel to her.

If she can send you anything good, she probably doesn't have good intentions.

But it was really strange. He and Fuling had only met each other a few times. Why did Fuling send him a letter at this time?

Out of curiosity, Guiyang opened Fuling's letter.

After reading the first line, his face turned green.

"On July 7th, I begged for luck and got married to Jinlang, and I finally got what I wanted." Juanxiu's slender handwriting looked like it was written by a woman, and the lines were filled with joy.

Jinlang is Zi Qing's nickname for Xin'er's biological father, the two words he hates the most!

Sure enough, she was here to make him angry. This little girl is young and very scheming.

Guiyang raised his hand and tore up the letter.

He turned around and was about to destroy the brocade box containing the gifts, but the brocade box was knocked to the ground by his sleeve belt, and the items inside fell out.

It was an amulet with the word "green" embroidered on it.

It belonged to Zi Qing. He had seen Zi Qing hanging the amulet around her waist.

Why did Fu Ling have Zi Qing's things? What did she say in that letter?

Guiyang quickly turned around and went back to pick up all the debris on the ground. This hateful little girl, couldn't she put the important things first? What good would it do her to anger him in the first sentence!
Chapter completed!