Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

With the help of the Long family, at around three o'clock in the afternoon, Sang Yue appeared in the cold storage where Feng Ye's body was stored.

Feng Yeheng, who was lying quietly, had no fresh breath and looked a little scary. The face is intact, but the body covered by white cloth needs repair. No matter how handsome or delicate you may be in life, you will only be left with a withered body after death.

In the face of death, all living beings are equal.

Those corpses that look fresh and vivid all rely on the exquisite craftsmanship of the undertaker to restore the appearance and dignity of the deceased so that the relatives can get some comfort.

After staring at the familiar face for a long time, Sang Yue couldn't help but reach out and hold his wrist hidden under the white cloth.

She couldn't stand his withered look, and wanted to cast a spell to make him radiant, as if he were alive. She was about to cast a spell but paused because she was afraid that the spell energy in him would be seen through by some alien master.

From Long Yu's description, we know that she had already attracted the attention of the mysterious masters when she was famous. What if Feng Ye was like this too?

Feng Ye is an ordinary person, she can be sure of this.

But over the years, there have been rumors on the Internet that she and Feng Ye have an ambiguous relationship. He didn't have time to have a relationship with her during his lifetime, so why should he disturb his peace because of her after his death?

Thinking of this, she put away the mana she was about to inject into his body.

"The day you leave, I won't see you off." Let him simply walk through the last part of his life without being tainted by earthly causes and effects. "May you fly in the blue clouds in the next life, and don't miss the way of your old friends."

The look in his eyes that night when he fell asleep made her reluctant to leave him, but he was gone.

She would not let this regret linger in her heart, nor did she want him to return to her so-called hometown with regrets. Death is like a lamp going out. Since his soul has returned to his hometown, let this regret be buried with this withered body.

Release your hand and gently smooth out the wrinkles on the white cloth.

"After today, I will forget you just like I forgot Ye Huanyu." At most, he will be sealed in his memories, "So, you don't have to worry about me, lest you miss me and get angrier."

No matter you are a good man or a good woman, you will never find a qualified lover.

Some media outlets are right, she is a heartless person. She never showed up at Ye Huanyu's funeral, and never paid homage to him afterwards. This made people and the media who had been paying attention to the matter "hurt" their hearts, and many times they published articles accusing her of being ruthless.

"Asang, the Long family said that Feng Ye's relatives will be here soon. Are you okay?" Lan Qiuchen's voice came from the sound transmission stone in his pocket.

"All right."

Sang Yue took a deep look at him for the last time and covered his face with the white cloth again. Dissipate the residual magic aura brought by his appearance, and then leave in a flash.

Shortly after she left, relatives of the Feng family entered the cold storage and cried to death after confirming the body...

Sang Zhai, Sang Yue entered the manor directly after returning, leaving Lan Qiuchen facing the judgmental eyes of Long Yu and Xiao Dong.

"After all, it's an acquaintance. Let's talk about it. Has her cultivation level reached the level of teleportation? Or does it have dual abilities, one for planting and one for teleportation?" Long Yu looked at Lan Qiuchen incredulously and omitted it quite conservatively. Pharmaceutical one.

The entire matter was arranged by my own people. The person specially sent to arrange her time alone in the cold storage thought that someone under the Long family had taken her there.

Only Long Yu knew that there was no such thing! She passed by herself!

What surprised him was that her teleportation skill had no distance limit. Unlike other teleporting aliens, they improve one kilometer after another.

This is based on facts. The skill of an enshrined person in the Long family is teleportation.

Now in his eighties, the furthest distance he can teleport is no more than 700 kilometers. This worshiper has mastered teleportation skills to this day, and can move three times in a row without taking a breath. This is already a top figure among teleportation aliens.

For the time being, no one can surpass him. The old man said that this is the limit and there can be no more.

Unlike her, the city where Feng Ye's body was parked was no less than two thousand kilometers away from Lanxi Village. Back and forth within half an hour, how did she, a person who had only been in Taoism for a few years, do it? Gifted is how you describe someone like her, right?

How does this make those young geniuses in Xuanmen who are chased, praised and praised by the older generation deal with themselves?

If the old priest of his family knew about this young man's methods, he would be furious to death... It would be impossible. The old man was very open-minded. He would only laugh twice and continue to live his leisurely retirement life of raising flowers and entertaining birds. "You also said that after we met each other, what do you want to do with so many questions?" Lan Qiuchen squinted, "Betraying friends, being despised by all parties, and trapping me in injustice is the price of getting to know you?"

Long Yu and Xiaodong: "..." Don't say it so harshly, it's just small talk.

Although she didn't say anything, she said everything. Miss Lan didn't deny it, so the answer was yes.

"Okay, let's not talk about it then." Long Yu put away the curious expression on his face and said seriously, "Will she go on the day of the funeral? Feel free to go if you want. I guarantee that she can come back safe and sound."

If nothing else, there must have been a lot of media following her on the day of the funeral. The moment she appeared was definitely a much-anticipated scene. It's easy to appear, but it may be a little difficult to come back pure and clean without any trace of right or wrong.

So confirm your itinerary in advance and make all preparations.

"She said she couldn't go," Lan Qiuchen relayed Sang Yue's words, "just send a wreath and elegiac couplet."

Long Yu and Xiao Dong: "..."

There have been people on the Internet claiming that the two are lovers, but it turns out that the rumors are just rumors on the Internet and cannot be taken seriously.

"You'd better let her post a condolence message on her social account, after all, netizens don't care about this." Regardless of whether she and Feng Ye were romantically involved, Long Yu rationally analyzed, "It's enough to have the same attitude as Ye Huanyu did that time. "

"Yes, I know, I will send it to her." Lan Qiuchen nodded.

"Well," Xiao Dong saw the two of them discussing the funeral very calmly. He couldn't help but raise his hand to express his opinion. When the two looked at him, he said, "I would like to ask, is she really not sad at all?"

As one of someone's right and left assistants, Miss Lan had repeatedly emphasized that Feng Ye was someone's most important friend when she usually took over shifts with him, and she must not be rude in reception.

Coupled with the rumors on the Internet, he thought that the two would be a couple sooner or later.

When the bad news suddenly came, he felt very sorry for someone, and secretly felt sad for the two people who were separated forever. Now, the two people in front of them are discussing calmly. It is enough to just deal with this friend's funeral...

It was a bit of a slap in the face, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

"Since we are friends, how can we not be sad?" Lan Qiuchenxuan, who is also an assistant and cannot be separated from each other, can say, "When she heard the news in the morning, she immediately checked the ins and outs of the whole thing and wanted to find him. soul.

It's a pity that she couldn't find it, so she cast the spell forcefully, and her eyes shed tears of blood..."

As a qualified assistant, you must never let your boss lose his image in front of outsiders. Look, after hearing this, the two grown men fell silent. They were probably feeling sad for Asana's love, which was hard to express in words.

Ugh.

Xiao Dong was indeed sad. When Long Yu saw the expression on Miss Lan's face that said "They are so innocent," the feeling in his heart instantly dissipated.

The blood and tears are probably real, and the forced casting of spells out of deep love probably has some moisture.

Forget it, this is a trivial matter.

With the medicine, she will be able to govern herself, but the public opinion she will face next is a big deal. Netizens like to create gods, but they are equally keen to destroy them. He and his team are paying close attention to the trend of public opinion online so that they can take advantage of the situation and respond in a timely manner.

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