Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

Yuan Shui looked at Yun Sheng, and closed the door with a sad expression.

With a soft sigh: "Brother, seeing Yun Sheng now, I think you should be relieved."

Wuyou was holding a pheasant in one hand and two fish in the other.

When he came to the bamboo house, he didn't see Yun Sheng, but he saw Yuan Shui sitting alone in front of the bluestone table.

"Master, you are here." Wuyou stepped forward and put down the things in his hands.

Yuan Shui nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Where did Yun'er go?" Wuyou asked Yuanshui.

Yuan Shui sighed slightly, and looked at the bamboo house with the closed door: "Yun Sheng found out that senior brother has passed away, and he couldn't let go of it."

Wuyou was surprised when he heard this: "Prince Xingxin passed away?"

Yuan Shui nodded slightly: "Life is only a hundred years, and this day will eventually come."

When Yuan Shui learned about Yun Sheng's origin, he already knew that his senior brother, Xing Xin would have this day.

But Yuanshui and Xingxin are both cultivators, and they can already be very open-minded about these exchanges of life and death.

But when Yun Sheng learned the news suddenly, he couldn't be relieved after all.

Wuyou's expression was also somewhat sad, Taoist Xingxin had lived with him for 12 years, like a relative.

Thinking of that stubborn old man, Wuyou sighed in a low voice.

Wuyou wanted to see Yunsheng, but Yuanshui stopped Wuyou: "Let her be quiet for a while."

In the night sky, there is a round and a half moon, curved like a jade comb.

Wuyou was worried about Yunsheng, so he lit a candle and sat at the bluestone table with Yuanshui, watching Yunsheng while talking in a low voice.

The room where Yun Sheng was located was silent and pitch black.

Yun Sheng sat alone on the bamboo stool in the room, rubbing a gray Taoist robe in his hand.

The black pupils are deep, but bright as stars.

Yun Sheng is not a person who is keen on mourning the spring and autumn, let alone the kind of person who is immersed in sadness and cannot sink.

In addition to her reluctance to Master Xingxin, her sadness is more related to this life. She will never have the opportunity to do anything for him to repay his kindness to her.

Also, farewell.

She hated goodbyes, hated the sad mood.

But if you learn that a person who is very important in your heart will never see you again in this life, but you forget the time to say goodbye.

At that time a kind of regret.

Yun Sheng just sat quietly in front of the bamboo table, rubbing Master Xingxin's robe in his hands, and kept replaying the time they spent together in his mind.

Thinking of the joy, she couldn't help but smile knowingly.

When she thought of being teased, she would sigh helplessly.

Memories are like a long movie that feels too short.

When you are immersed in it, you will look forward to seeing the ending sooner.

But when you stand outside the ending, you will feel that the ending is coming too soon, and you are not ready to leave.

Yun Sheng's bright eyes were filled with a thick layer of water vapor.

With a slight blink, a drop of tear fell on the gray cloth robe, and disappeared in an instant.

Just like what Yuan Shui said, life is always spent in constant encounters and partings, so you should be more open-minded.

This night, there is a cool breeze.

Yuanshui went back to the room to rest, but Wuyou stayed outside Yunsheng's room.

Not making a sound, just watching quietly.

And Yun Sheng used her own way to say goodbye to Xing Xin with many memories of her and Master Xing Xin.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning sun shines on Lingyun Peak.

"Squeak", the door opened.

Yun Sheng looked in front of him, and the dew-covered Wuyou smiled lightly.