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Chapter 342 Talking After the Book (4)

Jiang Yingsi didn't expect Xiao Fengyu to open his mouth with such a sentence.

Mr. Song Zhu nodded: "After going down the mountain for so many years, we have traveled abroad, healed diseases and saved lives, accumulated a lot of merit, and now we have a faint ability to see through the secrets of heaven. But in the end, it is the decree of heaven, and we dare not talk about it. "

Xiao Feng understood clearly and didn't ask any more questions.

"It's a good thing. Senior Meng and I are going to set off to return to Taiyan Palace later. What are your plans next?"

Jiang Yingsi looked at the sinking sky.

"I don't have any plans. I'll go wherever Mr. Zhu goes. It's just that it's getting late, so do I have to leave right away?"

Before Xiao Fengyu could speak, Old Man Meng preempted the words.

"It's not a question of whether it's getting early or not, it's whether Ming Zhao can hold on. Counting the days, it's been more than two months. Although it's not too long for a cultivator, it's still early to wake up. "

Song Zhujun pondered for a moment.

"I haven't been back to Taiyan Palace for decades. I only heard people say that Master has become a fairy, but I don't know what is going on in Taiyan Palace. Think about it, I, an unworthy disciple, should go back to see him One glance."

Jiang Yingsi didn't know what expression to make, Mr. Song Zhu still had passion fruit seniors to think about, but his master had disappeared from the world long ago, and could never be found again.

Even in the Qianyin Hall, the divine thoughts in the clothes and tombs are not his.

Born as a demon, but lived a lifetime like a fairy.

He was wrong, long, long ago, he failed his people.

But as a real person with dark eyes, he can be said to be conscientious, let alone live up to the common people.

"Speaking of which, I'll go back to Taiyan Palace as well."

Even though he knew it wasn't him, Jiang Yingsi wanted to go back to Taiyan Palace again.

After several people agreed, they set off immediately, and after about half a month, they finally returned to Taiyan Palace.

Because of Master Mingzhao's strange illness, Mr. Song Zhu followed him to Aoyun Peak.

Jiang Yingsi stood at the fork in the road, watched their backs, and walked slowly towards Yinyun Peak.

Over the past few years, there has been no change on Yinyun Peak, the only thing that can see the years is the house that Huimu Daoist lived in back then.

Although there are disciples who clean it every day, the years still leave their marks on the house.

He pushed open the door, which creaked, and the tablecloths and bamboo curtains inside were somewhat ruined.

When footsteps came from outside the door, Jiang Yingsi was reaching out to touch the table in front of him.The footsteps stopped behind him, and he turned slightly.

Standing tall and tall, he is unparalleled in this time.

"Brother Jiang."

He heard someone calling him.

"Ah Chun, how are you doing these days?"

Ah Chun nodded vigorously, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother, Master is gone, I thought you would never come back."

Jiang Yingsi reached out to touch Ah Chun's head as before, but suddenly found that Ah Chun was a little taller than him now, so she couldn't help but bow her head and smile.

Seeing him smile, Ah Chun also smiled.

"Brother came back and saw Master's former residence, are you satisfied?"

Jiang Yingsi looked at him and spoke slowly.

"In the past, I didn't know why the master never changed the furnishings of the house for so many years. Now I just learned that what he guards all the time is a life he borrowed from others. He is always alert to himself, and always Discipline yourself. If the master is still here, I’m afraid you’ll be happy to see this. We still remember him, but the real dark-eyed person only remembers the furnishings of this house.”

What he said was messy, but Ah Chun could hear clearly.

"Husband, the third uncle is going to the Qianyin Palace."

While speaking, the voice came from behind.

Ah Chun turned sideways, the sky was pouring down, and the people at the door against the light were clearly reflected.

Jiang Yingsi bowed in salute.

"Third Uncle."

Jing Shen nodded.

"Come back? Is Zhu Jun also back?"

"Yes, it's just that the situation of the second senior uncle is not optimistic, and she has also passed."

"So that's the case. Did you come back to see your master? It just so happens that I'm going to the Qianyin Hall too. Come with me. We haven't seen each other for many years."

"Okay." Jiang Yingsi readily agreed, but in the end Jing Shen and Ah Chun's wife went together.

"You can do it, boy. After all these years, I don't know if other things will be successful, but I got a wife for myself." Jiang Yingsi's words were full of teasing, Ah Chun just lowered his head.

"Senior brothers are only allowed to talk about love, but we are not allowed to get married? Besides, have you forgotten this girl? She was the one who made the bowl of Qingying soup for Senior Sister Song at that time."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yingsi still can't remember anything.

"She is Luo Shu. Speaking of which, I have to thank her."

Ah Chun shook his head.

"Brother, don't do useless work."

Jiang Yingsi looked at Ah Chun: "Why did she come to Taiyan Palace to marry you? Where are her parents?"

Sadness flashed in Ah Chun's eyes.

"During the war, I was devoured by demons, and I died without a whole body, and I couldn't be resurrected."

Jiang Yingsi sighed.

The Hall of Thousand Sounds has also arrived.

Ah Chun raised his hand to open the barrier in front of Qianyin Hall, and bowed to salute.

"I still have something to deal with on the peak, so I won't accompany you two, we will go down first."

Jing Shen nodded, ignored Jiang Yingsi who was standing by, and walked in on his own.

The wind and snow were heavy, but Jiang Yingsi still kept up with Jingshen's pace.

"I know, you all blame me for what happened back then."

Jing Shen suddenly said such a sentence.

Jiang Yingsi was silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Although so many years have passed, we still have grievances against you, but we can understand some of your mentality at that time. Saving the world with one person, and exchanging the lives of a few people for the common people, should this kind of thing be done? You must have asked yourself the same question back then."

Jing Shen looked up at him, and Jiang Yingsi continued.

"But this question itself is wrong. Shouldn't it be done? But can it be done? Whether it is saving the world with one person or exchanging a few people for the common people, we should give the right to say no to those who want to sacrifice People. They choose to do it, not you, they choose to do it."

Jing Shen suddenly smiled.

The voice was more decadent than ever.

"What you said reminds me of your master. He seems to have always given you the right to choose." After a moment of silence, he added the first half of the sentence. "The fifth one is too."

Jiang Yingsi had nothing to say for a while, and Jing Shen also slowly walked further inside.

Jiang Yingsi stopped in front of the coffin of Daoist Huimu, looking at the coffin in front of him, he didn't know how to react.

"I do not regret."

Jingshen's tired but warm voice came from behind him, and Jiang Yingsi turned to look.

The gloomy blue light in the tomb reflected Jingshen's face a little scary, but there was a gentle smile on Jingshen's face.

Maybe one night many, many years ago, Mu Wanwan knocked on her door in fear, and she opened the door with such an expression.

Two tears fell from the corners of Ci He's eyes.

Jing Shen's thoughts went back decades in a trance, that night, she actually heard Mu Wanwan ask her.

Regret saving her?
Maybe it was regret, but now she finally gave the answer.

No one but her knew the meaning of this answer.

And the person who most wanted to hear this answer has passed away for decades.

(End of this chapter)