For a time, Ziyuan couldn't help but see her former master in her mind. The scenes passed in front of her like walking a lantern. Every day she spent with her master was as plain as a mountain stream, a clear stream and a jungle breeze. But after these pictures, I got the news of Ruan Hongling Jindan's passing on to the world in the Taoist temple. I knew Li Yundong from the beginning, then saw his thunder splitting he Shao, and then taught him to practice hand in hand. Then I was willing to destroy both magic weapons for him to survive the disaster.

The two people get along bit by bit. There are earthshaking memories of fighting and fighting, as well as the warm memories of their families. They stand side by side in the kitchen, like mountains and rivers, the Yangtze River, gentle and low, and ups and downs.

Ziyuan unknowingly sat down at the desk, picked up the ink stone on the inkstone in front of the desk, gently polished the ink, and then catkin picked up the brush on the penholder, dipped it in ink, and unconsciously wrote their names on the paper in front of her.

At the beginning, Ziyuan was still writing "Wang Yuanshan" and "Li Yundong" in turn, but then when Ziyuan unconsciously filled up a whole page of paper, she suddenly returned to her mind. At a glance, she saw that Wang Yuanshan's name appeared only a few times in front, and the back was full of Li Yundong's name.

Ziyuan looked at this piece of paper. For a moment, she was in a trance. Her eyes were blurred. She was crazy