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"Sword Elder, please take note. She is my wife, not the real son that you are talking about."

The sword elder hid the sadness in his eyes and remorse, and said with a low voice: "I have misunderstood. This is three thousand silver, accept it. "

Yao Sisi was somewhat dazed. She took the banknotes and looked at them. She knew that the reason this old man was so efficient in giving her money was probably because she looked like his daughter.

However, she didn't intend to return the silver back to the old man, and instead took out a thousand taels of silver to give the rest to him. She happily and intimately said to him, "Husband, since the old man has given so much money, why don't you bring the old man around the village for a look?"

However, he still smiled gently on the surface as he took the opportunity to hug Yao Sisi's small waist. "Since Yin Hu and the Yao Yao are his disciples, I'll leave the tour to them. Your husband should accompany my wife instead."

The sword elder was naturally very willing, without Guiyuan watching by the side, he would be more at ease in his movements, and immediately took over the topic: "According to what you said, this old man only has two disciples to take him around."

Yin Hu wiped off the sweat on his forehead and raised his head to look at Yao Sisi. If he didn't take this opportunity to escape and wait for her to return to the future, he wouldn't be able to escape after the remaining fifty laps. Yin Hu happily smiled and passionately pulled his Master Sword Elder, "Master, disciple will bring you to see Senior Sister. You will definitely be shocked."

"Mm, that's fine too."

From time to time, he would turn his head to look at Yao Sisi. He still hoped that the girl who was standing here was his daughter, thinking back to the scene five years ago, the scene which he would never forget. He would often dream back at midnight, and the reason why he sought the treasure was because of his daughter.

Inside the east wing, Yin Hu, Yao Yao and Sword Elder were in the same room.

"Master, you said that the treasure is inside this mountain stronghold?"

The demon was shocked. Because Yin Hu knew about it in advance, he did not show it too clearly.

The sword elder wiped his beard, took out the map, and placed it on the table, then said to the two of them: "That's right, this map shows us the location, as for the exact location, we need to confirm, but this treasure deposit is not a normal one. This map records the best location to the Yin Residence."

"Yin Residence?"

Yin Hu and the demon demon asked in unison. They were extremely surprised, but they could not understand why their master would spend so much effort to get a Yin Residence.

The sword elder had long anticipated that the two would have such an expression. Regarding his two disciples, he did not try to hide it from them, and explained in detail: "Master knows that you two are very surprised about this matter, but you actually should remember that Master has a disciple before you, Demon."

The demon thought for a moment and said, "I remember, but at that time, the demon was still young, and the Senior Sister was taken away by the Master when she was eight. The demon then asked the Master, but the Master avoided it."

"Is there another senior sister?" Then where is Master and Senior Sister? "

He looked outside the window and said softly: "Your eldest senior sister is no other than Master's daughter, but five years ago, she died. Master knows that she really wants to have a happy and happy life in the future, to receive the love and love of Father and Mother. As my father, I have always wanted to fulfill her final wish. Not long ago, I heard that if I could find a graveyard with a 'gold waist with a jade belt,' sitting in the north, and flowing in from the west to the south, then I would be able to enjoy a long and blissful life.

"Master, is this destiny really believable?" The demon couldn't help but question him.

Yin Hu also nodded in agreement.

"Shut up!" It must be true. "

The sword elder's cold face was firm, he had let down his daughter, so even if it was really useless, he had to try, this was the only thing he could do to make up for it.

Can the Yin Residence really get what they want? Can the sword elder's self-blame towards his daughter be pacified just by being a graveyard? Was this a cycle of karma? Or was it the beginning of punishment? Just wait and see! Inside the universe, it was impossible to escape from this storm!

Summer's night was sparse, it was the land of the Qiankun.

Sculpted windows, lonely shadows drinking together.

Mo Yuying drank alone under the moonlight. Her unchanging purple clothes were as indifferent as they had been for years. There was even a silver ribbon tied to her hair that reached to her knees.

What he was holding in his hand was not a gentle fragrance, nor a cold blade made of jade blood, but wine that could cut off the intestines of countless people.

The moon was in the glass, light and cold and distant.

Mo Yu raised his head and drank the wine desolately. As the wine entered his stomach, it transformed into a trace of warm affection.

He did not look at the bottles piled on the stone table, at the empty glasses, at the mechanical pouring, the mechanical stopping.

The slightly drunk Mo Yuxian looked up at the starry sky and stared at the full moon, as if he was looking at the person he missed the most. That sort of feeling was filled with too much helplessness, helplessness, and helplessness!

He thought of the youth who had bent his bow to shoot the arrow; he thought of how he had broken his bow to break the arrow; he thought of how he had spurred his horse on; he thought of how his love was strong and strong; he thought of how he was now a thousand cups away from the wine; he thought of how his wife had lament about the time when it was too late and now she suddenly turned back and left him alone.

Zhen'er, one of your eyes pierced deep into my heart. From then on, it was filled with you, and you ignited my heart.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I actually fell in love with her just like you. I'm sorry, I really want to cut it off, but I still have an uncontrollable yearning smile on my face. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't love you alone, I'm not. "

The misty moonlight lit up the self-blame and perhaps hatred in Mo Yuying's eyes.

A wine pot to the left and right, a wine cup to the right, drinking by himself, an unspeakable sorrow born from his heart.

"Zhen'er, will you forgive me for falling in love with someone else? Will you blame me for not avenging you all these years? Are you still at the Bridge of Helplessness, not drinking Grandma Wang's soup, and silently waiting for me to grow old? "I know you know how, you know how, but I …"

He had been investigating the person he had been investigating for several years, the murderer who had killed Meng Zhen'er, but he still hadn't found the slightest clue after half a year.

His heart was filled with guilt towards Meng Zhen'er, his desire to get revenge for Meng Zhen'er, and his growing love for Yao Sisi. He hadn't been able to sleep well for more than half a year, and most of his time was spent using alcohol to resolve the conflict in his heart.

He could not accept the fact that he had betrayed Zhener's love. Because Zhener had died, he could not accept his love for Zhener, especially for a woman who looked exactly like Zhener.

Sometimes he wondered if it was because of Yao Sisi's looks that he fell in love with her, or if it was because of the person who loved her that he fell in love with her.

If it was the former, he would hate himself for being a man who only looked at his face and thought it was a blasphemy to both of them; if it was the latter, he would hate himself even more for forgetting his promise to Zhener. He did not want to believe that his love was so fragile that five years was only a small part of his life.

"If living is meant to make me a heartless person, then I am willing to renounce the right to live. Zhen'er, if I had known earlier that it would be so hard to live, I would not have agreed to live. At the moment, I feel worse than death, and there is no longer any distance between living and dying between us."