Chapter 1910

In the endless darkness, Ye Lingtian saw many, many pictures.

He knew that it was the past that Qiu Shuihan couldn't bear to look back on.

Those pains and tears finally made Ye Lingtian understand why Qiu Shuihan became what he is now.

Do not! To be precise, he understood when Qiu Shuihan sacrificed himself and sent him to the world of fairy magic.

She is still the same Wu Xijun who played the piano and sang for herself, but...

Hatred forced her to bury these illusory feelings deep in her heart.

Even under unavoidable circumstances, he had to sacrifice his beloved man.

In the eyes of many people, grasping the existing happiness is the right choice.

But how many people understand that in the face of thousands of years of hatred, happiness is always a luxury.

When a green light came from the space, Ye Lingtian saw a world of falling snow.

There are no high-rise buildings here, no neon lights flashing, and the world is silent except for the sound of falling snow.

Ye Lingtian knew that this was the fairy world, a space similar to the ancient world he lived in.

Then he was like a bolt of lightning, rushing into a person's body.

Fate is always so magical, this dying man is also called Ye Lingtian.

It's just that his experience is much simpler than Ye Lingtian's, and his social status is not at the same level as Ye Lingtian's.

The only point of connection between the two is the same deep obsession and a heart that longs for strength.

After reading the memory of Ye Lingtian from the other world, Ye Lingtian's mind saw this vague figure dissipating into dust and dissipating between the sky and the earth, and he also saw the hope and reluctance in his eyes.

At this moment, Ye Lingtian hadn't opened his eyes yet, because the God-Suppressing Heavenly Monument in his mind lit up instantly the moment he entered the world of immortality.

The previously blurred inscription is now extremely clear.

Under the guidance of the God-Suppressing Heavenly Monument, this slightly weak physical body is undergoing a frenzied transformation.

Ye Lingtian was lying on a dilapidated bed.

Sitting next to him was a woman in a white Hanfu.

Her long silky hair was tied casually with a white ribbon. Under the dim light, she looked deeply at the man with his eyes closed, and carefully wiped the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth for him.

In her eyes, there is sadness, indignation, and more helplessness.

When the man's pulse disappeared for an instant, the hot towel fell on the bed with a clatter.

Trembling, she picked up the hot towel again and held it tightly in her hand.

"I will implore the patriarch to prepare the best coffin for you and bury you in Yejia Village."

She stood up, thinking of her own situation, and looked at the pale man again, the words she spit out were full of pain.

"If the patriarch refuses, I will take out all my savings over the years."

"These savings can't be done in a grand funeral in Shangyin City, but Yejia Village can."

"I will also rewrite your name on the tombstone. After so many years, you may not even remember your own name."

She bit her red lip, opened the door, and the wind and snow blew into the extremely simple hut.

Surrounded by the Zheng Family Courtyard with staggered pavilions, the heavy snow has added a bit of solemnity to this historic building complex.

As one of the top ten aristocratic families, the Zheng family is incomparable to those middle-level immortal sects in the eastern continent of the fairy world, but it is the supreme existence in Shangyin City.

The history of the Zheng family is the history of Shangyin City, and Shangyin City is brilliant because of the Zheng family.

However, as the daughter of the former patriarch, why doesn't the current Zheng family even have a place for herself?

Stepping on the thick snow, Zheng Xueyu slowly walked into her boudoir.

Opening the box that his father left for him, the tears that he endured for a long time finally fell.

It's all because of his disappointment. If he also became a monk with outstanding talent like those direct descendants, would the senior members of the Zheng family treat him like this?

In the world of immortality, the strong are respected, and there is no mercy in front of strength.

Taking out a brand new set of clothes, Zheng Xueyu was a little lost in thought.

This shirt was bought for one silver coin at Wang's Cloth Village in Shangyin City in late autumn.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Ye Lingtian hasn't changed into new clothes for many years, which has never happened to the servants of the Zheng family.

According to Zheng Xueyu's idea, let Ye Lingtian wear this new shirt to be a little bit happy during the New Year, and celebrate the New Year happily.

Unexpectedly, before the end of the year, because of a dispute with others, Ye Lingtian was beaten until he vomited blood, and just now, he died.

"Avenging you is hopeless in this life. I'm sorry, my father shouldn't have brought you out of Ye Family Village back then, and I shouldn't have let you stay by my side."

"If you were in Yejia Village back then, if you were poorer, you would have lived with more dignity than you do now."

"If you weren't by my side, you wouldn't be so angry and suffer so much for me if you were with any direct descendant of the Zheng family."

Holding brand new clothes, Zheng Xueyu walked into the simple hut belonging to Ye Lingtian.

Looking at the pale man on the bed, several smiles suddenly flashed across Zheng Xueyu's icy face.

"Actually, that's fine too. You haven't done anything wrong in this life, and you will be reborn into a good family in your next life."

Picking up the hot towel on the table, he wiped the blood from the corner of Ye Lingtian's mouth and looked at Ye Lingtian's blood-stained clothes.

Zheng Xueyu hesitated, and finally walked into the kitchen.

It took a long time to light a fire and boil a large pot of hot water.

These were all done by Ye Lingtian before, but after Ye Lingtian fell down, Zheng Xueyu had to do all these things by himself.

Carrying hot water, came to the hut.

Zheng Xueyu threw the towel into the washbasin, sat beside Ye Lingtian, wiped his face first, and then took off the shirt on the man's upper body with trembling hands.

There is such a custom in the Eastern Continent that people come to this world clean and leave clean as well.

Logically speaking, Zheng Xueyu couldn't do this matter whether a man or a woman should give or take a kiss, but if she didn't do it, who would do it?

The patriarch agreed to let Ye Lingtian's fallen leaves return to his roots, which is already very good. As for preparing a good coffin for a grand burial, the patriarch agreed, and those elders would not agree.

Gently wiping the bruised chest, Zheng Xueyu knew that this punch was fatal.

Such a cruel heart, hitting this place is killing people!

Zheng Xueyu tried her best to calm herself down, rinsed off the towel, and was about to continue wiping.

Wow!

Ye Lingtian spat out a mouthful of blood.

Slap!

The wrung towel fell into the basin.

Zheng Xueyu hurriedly felt Ye Lingtian's pulse carefully.

Immediately turned around and ran out of the house like crazy.

"Miss, come back... come back!" Ye Lingtian's slightly deep voice came from the simple hut.

In the courtyard, Zheng Xueyu turned around and looked quietly at Ye Lingtian who was struggling to sit up on the bed.

Looking at the woman in white shirt in the wind and snow, Ye Lingtian smiled very bitterly: "Don't go to them, they won't give those pills."

Zheng Xueyu took a deep breath, her voice was a bit colder than the snow falling from the sky.

"I beg them, and they will."

Ye Lingtian shook his head, and said extremely stubbornly: "If you beg them, you might as well let me die!"

Zheng Xueyu looked at the courtyard door, then looked back at Ye Lingtian in the hut, and said in a clear voice, "Being alive is better than dying."

Ye Lingtian wanted to get out of bed, but found that this physical body was too heavy.

Xianli's transformation of his meridians has not yet ended, and it will take some time to restore his previous combat power.

"I'm fine, just rest and recuperate, believe me, I'm fine."

Zheng Xueyu was still hesitating, but for a moment, her head turned white.

"Miss, it's cold outside, come in, let's talk slowly."

Zheng Xueyu glanced in the direction of the patriarch, and finally entered the house and closed the door behind him.

Glancing at Ye Lingtian, Zheng Xueyu said quietly: "I'll ask the patriarch, not to mention returning to the magic pills, at least some fairy grasses and elixir are still available, and taking them every day is much better than slowly healing the wounds."

Are you still thinking about returning to the pill? Don't you understand why they play this game? Don't talk about returning to the magic pill, there is no fairy grass or elixir.

The reason why they do this is to make you a lonely person and force you to commit crimes!

Ye Lingtian really didn't expect to become a servant after traveling to the world of immortal magic, let alone the pair of master and servant living so aggrievedly.

Perhaps it was also because of this that the man with the same name as himself left so freely and willingly.

If his soul insists on staying in this physical body, Ye Lingtian will lose some of his power to seize the physical body, and it will take a long time to raise even a little bit of it.

This is also the reason why Qiu Shuihan and Qin Ruyan only recovered their memories after more than ten years in the real world.

Fortunately, this situation did not happen to Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian also understood the meaning in the man's eyes when he left.

I can give you this body willingly, but you have to take good care of the eldest lady on my behalf, so that she can live her life safely and happily.

Ye Lingtian didn't have so much time to play like this, Qiu Shuihan sacrificed himself to send him to the world of fairy magic, Ye Lingtian knew better than anyone what it was for.

Ye Lingtian also understood what to do next.

However, judging from the intensity of the spiritual energy he perceives, there are many strong players in the world of fairy arts. With his current state, he can't do it in a short time to help Qiu Shuihan get revenge.

That being the case, they can only temporarily stay in Zheng's house, understand the situation clearly, and then stir up trouble.

"Miss, don't worry, as the saying goes, if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed. Shunzi's punch didn't kill me, maybe I can make some progress in my cultivation in the future."

Ye Lingtian grinned.

Are you still thinking about cultivation? Zheng Xueyu frowned, wondering if Ye Lingtian had been confused by someone.

If you can't become a monk before the age of thirteen, you will never be a monk in this life.

Zheng Xueyu is seventeen years old this year, and she is not a monk yet, so she basically gave up the idea of ​​cultivating.

Ye Lingtian is in his twenties, and he is farther away from a monk than Zheng Xueyu, and he still hopes to make progress in his cultivation. Isn't this a dream?

"Don't think about your cultivation, An'an will heal your wounds with peace of mind. When I find a time to terminate the contract, you go back to Yejia Village."

Zheng Xueyu stood up, looked away with her beautiful eyes, and said again: "Even if you don't go back to Yejia Village, it's not bad to do a small business in Shangyin City, and you can live your whole life without being a monk."

Ye Lingtian looked at Zheng Xueyu's glamorous and unparalleled profile: "I'm leaving, what should Miss do?"