Guiyang finally put the pieces together and started looking down again.

This letter was not written by Zi Qing, but it was written in Zi Qing's tone, describing the most important events in her life.

"My only wish in this life is that Jinlang is safe, Xin'er and Xiao Jin are safe. I am leaving here just so that Xiao Jin can grow up healthy and safe."

"These two peace talismans are left to Xin'er and Xiao Jin to bless them on my behalf."

"If I go away without a return, I have no regrets. I only owe Jinlang an apology."

"There is also Guiyang. I hope he can find someone to grow old with and he won't have to be lonely on the road. In this way, Zi Qing will have no regrets."

He knew... Zi Qing had her own home, and he was just a passerby.

He also understood that Zi Qing did not need him to avenge her. For Zi Qing, her mortal husband and a pair of children were more important than her own life.

He was so stubborn that he thought he was the only one who could avenge Zi Qing after Zi Qing's death, so he was the most special person to Zi Qing.

But Zi Qing wouldn't think so at all.

This hateful letter, why did you imitate Zi Qing's tone to expose him...

Guiyang held the peace charm and cried softly. He must accept this fact and recognize what he should really do.

It is impossible to find someone with a white head, but he can replace Zi Qing and become Xin'er's peace talisman.

A shadow cast down from the top of his head. Guiyang looked up and saw that it was the hidden moon that had gone and returned.

"Is that little girl from Lingyan Peak really that capable? This is the first time I have seen you cry since I accepted you as my disciple." Yin Yue said.

"What kind of ability can she have? Xin'er must have told her about Zi Qing. I didn't cry because of her letter, I just figured it out myself." Guiyang waved away the fragments of the letter, and the letter

It looked like Fu Ling's handwriting, but Xin'er's handwriting wasn't that pretty. He wouldn't keep that little girl's things.

"That's because she guessed what you were thinking. You wouldn't be able to figure it out without her letter." Yin Yue couldn't help but find it a bit funny when she saw that Guiyang disliked Poria cocos. At least it's not as lifeless as before, which is a good thing.

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"Master, Poria is just a nine-year-old girl. Do you believe she can write these words by herself? Maybe she asked Lin Qingyue to help her. Lin Qingyue doesn't protect her too tightly and solves everything for her."

"Then you want to thank Lin Qingyue?"

"..." Lin Qingyue was even more unpleasant than Poria.

"Master, I know that I have made a big mistake and my crime is unforgivable. Whether I am expelled from the Zixiao Sect or imprisoned in a dungeon and never see the light of day, I am convinced. But I want to ask Master to be kind to my heart."

If she can be more partial, she has extraordinary talents and a kind heart. She will definitely be able to go further than me in this journey of cultivation..."

"My master will not do you any favors. I will lock you up for three years and take care of Xin'er by myself after you come out." Yin Yue said.

"But my cultivation has been ruined, and I'm afraid I don't have much time left..."

"Re-cultivation means, with your qualifications, how difficult is it to return to the golden elixir? As a teacher, I will also ask Su Wenfeng to heal your Dantian for you. Don't live up to my teacher's painstaking efforts and return to the golden elixir as soon as possible.

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"Master, you destroyed my Dantian..."

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The day after the letters and gifts were sent, Poria was attending a class in the disciple hall, and Xin'er at the next table grabbed her and bit her ear.

"Fu Ling, one day has passed and there is still no movement from the master. Have we lost?" Xin'er had been restless since she came back from Yin Yue Zhenren's place yesterday, worried about Fu Ling's bet.

But Poria herself didn't seem to take it to heart at all.

"It's possible." Fu Ling replied.

"What should we do?"

"It's okay. If I lose, I won't go find Master Yin Yue. I don't have anything to go to him for."

Xin'er was convinced by Poria, it seemed that this was indeed the case, no matter how much Poria couldn't lose this bet.

"Poria——" A man's voice, as sweet as music, came from the back door of the disciple hall.

The person in charge of the class in the disciple hall today is a senior who is in the late stage of foundation building. When he heard this voice, he was so shocked that his voice stopped.

"This senior brother is so good-looking. Who is he?"

"He's here to find Poria. Could he be Ling Yanfeng's senior brother?"

"Lingyan Peak's Master Xuanwei and senior brother are already good-looking, but there are such good-looking senior brothers? Are all the handsome men in Lingyan Peak?"

The new disciples in the disciple hall who had never seen Master Yin Yue looked curiously at the man from Zhilan Yushu standing outside the back door of the disciple hall.

"Master Yin Yue?" Fu Ling called out Yin Yue's Taoist name.

Suddenly there was silence in the disciple hall.

Hidden...moon?

Isn’t that the peak master of their Miaoyin Peak!

"Come to my place." Yinyue smiled at Poria and said.

Poria, who had just said that he was looking for Yin Yue if he had nothing to do: "..."

My face hurts so much.

"What's the matter, real person? I still have to listen to my senior brother's talk about the history of ancient monsters." Fu Ling said honestly.

The smile on Yinyue's face froze. Didn't you see that the seniors in class were so frightened that they didn't dare to speak when they saw him? Why were they listening?

"Okay, then I'll wait here for you to finish listening to this lesson." Yin Yue said.

Senior brother in class: "..." Boss, please let me go.

"Junior Sister Fuling, please go with the Peak Master. I will tell you alone after class." The senior brother couldn't resist Yin Yue's strong presence and winked at Fuling desperately.

"Then I'm sorry, Senior Brother." Fuling politely thanked the Senior Brother who was attending class, then stood up and walked out of the disciple hall with Master Yinyue.

"What does the real person want from me?" Fu Ling raised her head and asked Yin Yue. The last time she saw Yin Yue, Yin Yue was sitting down, so she didn't feel it yet. Her height standing in front of Yin Yue was actually just above his waistline.

Yinyue lowered her head and saw the top of Fu Ling's head, and couldn't help but smile again. He raised his hand to pick up Fu Ling and placed her on the stone table beside her, so that she didn't have to lift her head so hard.

Fu Ling was used to being held by Xuan Wei's collar. Xuan Wei always looked directly at the top of her head when talking and didn't notice it at all. In comparison, Master Yin Yue was indeed a much more gentlemanly person.

"It's about the bet." Yin Yue replied.

"Did I win? In fact, a real person could have sent a paper crane to tell me. You don't have to come in person."

"You know what?"

"Zhenren, the answer this time is simpler than yesterday's. If I lose, Zhenren and I will never meet again. This is the content of our bet. Zhenren came to see me, of course, because I won."

"Guiyang always feels that Lin Qingyue taught you to write that letter. I don't think Lin Qingyue's temperament has such weird ideas. Although you are young, you have a lot of strange thoughts in your head."

"It's not that my idea is weird, it's just that Zhenren can't accept it in his heart. For Zhenren Guiyang, the most important thing is Xin'er's mother, not Zhenren you, the master. But Zhenren Guiyang's heart is tied to Xin'er's mother. What's wrong with Zhenren?
Chapter completed!