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"Light, send our guests off. Sword Elder, we will not meet again for the rest of our lives." With that, Mo Yu moved and turned her face to the side.

Guang Zhen immediately walked over and pointed at the door with an expressionless face. "Please!"

Even if Dark Jade Flowing Light was not mentioned, he was also not willing to allow Sword Elder to see his master again.

The sword elder turned to look at the person on the bed. He wanted to say something, but his mouth moved and he turned to leave.

The room was very quiet, with only Mo Yuying left. He closed his eyes, and a figure flashed through his mind before splitting into two identical people.

Once again, she blended together into a single person. At that moment, her smile was like an epiphyllum flower, fading away in the blink of an eye.

He gradually recalled the difference between joy and hatred.

The passage of time was too far away, how could he still remember the eyelashes that had been stirred up that year?

The sun and moon in the Clear Wind Ridge, after the chirping of cicadas, it became noisy again.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed. It was drizzling outside, but the wind was still as cold as before.

A row of white silhouettes carried an ice coffin on their shoulders. The woman inside the ice coffin had long, shapely eyebrows, watery eyes, and a tall, delicate nose. She looked extremely alluring.

His lightly closed eyes seemed to be asleep, his skin was already changing color, his lips were corroding, and so was his body.

Since she was still so beautiful and demure.

When Guiyuan saw the person inside the ice coffin, his first reaction was to turn around and look at Yao Sisi. Seeing that Yao Sisi was still standing behind him with her heart in her stomach, he finally understood why they said she looked almost the same.

He had waist-length black hair and wore a simple, plain, long, white silk dress, embroidered with dark brown silk threads to create a graceful, vigorous branch. Red plum blossoms bloomed on the branches of the peach trees, and from the hem of his skirt to his waist, a plain, wide belt tightened around his waist, revealing his slim figure. He wore a light purple, open, and luxurious robe, calmly lying on it, with a black jade pendant tied around his waist.

The black jade pendant stood at the side, and he knew that his master's waist was also so fast. But now, it was in his hand. He walked over and placed the jade in his hand on Meng Zhen'er's left hand inside the ice coffin.

The two pieces of jade strangely flashed for a moment, and then no longer showed any reaction.

The others only thought that Mo Yuguang was unwilling to be hurt and didn't come. They even sent the light to send the other half of the jade stone to be buried with him.

Only he knew that his senior brother, his master, would abandon his infatuation for Meng Zhen'er and give up on the hope of staying together for the rest of his life.

A few fire guards wearing white mourning garments lifted the ice coffin and flew up. They slowly descended onto a wooden stake halfway down the mountain. Together, they slowly placed the sarcophagus into the tomb chamber.

Then, one of them took the shovel that had been thrown down and quickly filled up the soil, setting up a marble stone tablet.

The words on the stone monument were written by Dong Hanshan, giving off the impression that it was written by everyone.

On the rooftop some distance away, Mo Yucheng was wearing a purple robe as he watched. It wasn't until the tree had been planted that he turned around and left.

He had thought it through and put it down, and an hour later he was standing on the wall of the rose, looking down.

At the northeast corner of the city, a scholar spread out his painting scroll, picked up a wine pot on the table and drank a few mouthfuls.

The melancholy of the alleyway, a woman with a lute gently playing and singing, playing an old melody, lifting up the picture so beautiful.

For the first time in more than ten days, Mo Yu smiled as she jumped down and walked in front of the scholar's stall. "Draw me an image!" After saying that, he placed the silver down.

The scholar looked gratefully at the black jade stream of light. Without saying anything else, he drew the ink and quickly handed it over to the black jade stream of light.

On the screen, her ink-like long hair hung down to her knees, her eyebrows could be seen as long as the wind and clouds, and her eyes as bright as the moon.

His body was slightly thin, and his body gave off this kind of calm aura. His head was tied up with a silver ribbon and tossed behind his head in a relaxed manner, and he was wearing a purple robe, standing there. The ink that he chose to pour in the background indicated that he had obtained the background of the night.

"Very good, so this is me. "Haha …" Mo Yuxu took the scroll and left.

"Young Master hasn't come looking for you yet?"

"There's no need to look for it. Your painting is worth it."

Everything was blurry and clear. However, the black jade stream of light was different from before. There was not the slightest bit of indifference in its eyes, nor was there any hint of hatred in its expression. As expected, he put it down.

After passing through the crowd and passing through the bustling streets, he returned to the side room of the restaurant.

Spreading the portrait in his hand, he grinds the brush and writes in the lower right corner: It turns out that I have comprehended the square inch, and am free to do so in my own heart.

After he was done, he did not look at it anymore. He went to the wardrobe and took off a long green robe, still looking very pretty.

Opening the door, he saw a Fire Guard who was left behind to guard the place half-kneeling on the ground: "Master, do you have any orders?"

"Get up. It's nothing. If he comes back, tell him not to hold hands and not to hang on!"

With that, he flew down from the pavilion, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared into the crowd.

Within the pavilion inside the Clear Wind Ridge sat Yao Sisi and the Demon Lord. In the blink of an eye, the Clear Wind Ridge had become much colder.

The sword elder left with Yin Hu. Originally, the demon also wanted to leave, but Yao Sisi insisted to stay behind. Dong Hanshan was still a bookworm, so he stayed in his room to read every day.

Recently, Guiyuan seemed to be very busy as well. There wasn't a single person in sight all day.

Two bored women, sitting opposite each other, looking at each other, two words "boring", three words "very boring".

"Monster, do you think we'll just suffocate to death out of boredom?"

The demon feebly nodded and spoke with a long voice, "I will …"

Yao Sisi slapped the stone table, stood up and heroically said, "This won't do. I must find something to do. This way, I can do nothing and no one will come to watch. It will suffocate them to death."

The demon continued to hold its cheeks, teasing an ant on the stone table.

The donkey's head said to the horse mouth, "If only I could talk to her."

Yao Sisi's high spirits were immediately cut in half by the demon's attitude. She listlessly sat back on the stone bench and sang with her mouth hanging low: It's not because I'm lonely that I miss you.

It's because I miss you that I'm lonely.

When the tears fell.

All the landscapes were silent.

Yao Sisi replied in surprise, "Listen carefully to this song. How come I've never heard of it before?"

Seeing that there was a door in front of them, Yao Sisi laughed and extended a hand to the demon. "Give me a tael of silver, I'll explain it to you."

The demon beast patted Yao Sisi's hand and said with a disdainful grin, "Nope, I don't care if you don't want to talk about it. It's always worth money."

Yao Sisi grabbed the demon's arm and said, "Demon, just give me a little bit. I'm very bored already, so I have to find something to do. If you feel that you have too much money, you can just give me a little bit less, but there's still a chance. I'm also talking passionately, so I should at least give you some money to buy some water, right?"

The demon pushed Yao Sisi away like an octopus, speechlessly glancing at the sky to see if any crows were flying over. When Yao Sisi finished, half of her mouth opened as she sighed, Yao Sisi is really persistent, it took a while for her to shut up, but she helplessly pulled away Yao Sisi's hand, holding onto the teapot, pouring a cup of water and pushing it over, "Drink!"

Yao Sisi looked at the teacup in front of her. She wanted to drink water, and she wanted to enjoy the pleasure of making money. She bitterly pulled her face and said, "Don't talk about money. It hurts my feelings. Don't you think it's better to just give me some?"