The improved female villains regained their memories.

Ye Buxin's ability to endure does not mean that Yang Pingsheng can endure it.

Less than fifteen minutes later, he returned, exuding a menacing aura, and leaned against the doorway.

These informants were all from the Li family. Li Si and Fusu had always been at odds, which was why Yang Pingsheng had no reason to hold back.

If it were his second or third senior brother's people, he might have to think it over. Li Si, ha...

"My life."

While he was deep in thought, Ye Buxin opened the door next to him and stood beside him.

Like the freshest willow leaves in spring, Ye Buxin wore a vibrant emerald green dress, the shades of which were perfectly balanced, highlighting her fair skin and making her seem to sway gracefully in the breeze. She was slender yet curvaceous, her movements light and airy. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down naturally, with a few playful strands occasionally bouncing near her ears, adding to her lively charm.

Her face was still an ordinary face concealed by the ingenious method, but after dressing up, her temperament was already extraordinary. When Yang Pingsheng looked at her, the murderous aura around him disappeared, as if she had never appeared.

The midday sun streamed through the skylight in the corridor, casting dappled shadows like nature's paintbrush sweeping across the pristine white walls. The woman in green stood in the center of this interplay of light and shadow, her figure blending perfectly with the scene, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by light and shadow.

Sunlight streamed through her hair, giving it a soft, golden edge, making each strand appear exceptionally smooth and lustrous. Her eyes, illuminated by the interplay of light and shadow, shone even brighter, as if they could capture every flicker of light.

Ye Buxin is still Ye Buxin. Even if she changes her appearance, as long as she dresses up a little, her aura will immediately change.

Yang Pingsheng stared blankly until Ye Buxin frowned and waved her hand in front of his eyes: "Pingsheng?"

"Ok?"

Didn't you hear me ask you a question?

"Sorry, I was daydreaming. What did you ask?"

"Tell me, did you just kill someone?"

“Some flies, even Li Si’s men find them annoying, let me get rid of them for you.”

"Yes, it's good to get rid of it."

With Yang Pingsheng around, she could confidently entrust her back to him.

She carried a sword, and Yang Pingsheng carried a knife. The sword was a gentleman's sword, and the knife was a killing knife. For so many years, they had always lived like this.

"Let's go, the weather is nice today, let's go to the countryside."

She took the initiative to walk alongside him.

Yang Pingsheng asked with some surprise, "Go out?"

"Hmm, I'll just walk out like this." Ye Bu thought to himself, "Am I that shameful?"

"will not."

"Then let's go."

The two walked through a place where light and shadow intertwined.

"Leave those three strange people alone for now. Let Li Zhujun and Zhou Jinyu fight it out as they see fit. As for Fusu, regardless of whether he chooses the Meng or Wang family, as long as you're willing to support him, I will definitely support you unconditionally," Ye Buxin suddenly said.

Yang Pingsheng then realized that this guy was responding to what she had said in the room earlier. He was saying "uh-huh" absentmindedly, but he had actually heard everything.

He smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, I understand."

The memory stirred something within him, and Yang Pingsheng said, "I still remember when we met for the second time, you said you never listen to people."

Ye Buxin stopped in her tracks.

"Is there?"

She paused for a moment, then continued walking side by side.

"I do not remember."

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Their second meeting took place during a torrential downpour in a dilapidated house.

At that time, they were both in a sorry state. Yang Pingsheng had defected from the Linlang Sect, and Ye Buxin was all alone. Both of them were injured, and their destination was the Ghost Valley Sect of Yunmeng Mountain.

The two were both taken aback when they met, but Yang Pingsheng spoke first: "It's you."

Ye Buxin replied coldly, "I don't know you."

"Come on, only you could come up with such a clever use for face replacement," Yang Pingsheng sneered. "So, how about sharing a room with me?"

Ye Buxin acted as if she hadn't heard anything, and went in first, finding a corner to sit down.

Yang Pingsheng frowned: "Don't you listen to people?"

"I never listen to what people say."

After saying this, Ye Buxin sat down, closed her eyes, and remained silent.

Yang Pingsheng snorted coldly, too lazy to pay attention, and sat down in another corner.

The storm shook the house as the two men tended to their wounds.

No one spoke.

This was not a romantic reunion, nor was there any romantic atmosphere. Both of them were wary of each other, waiting for the storm to pass.

The next morning, the downpour stopped. The two men watched warily, and Yang Pingsheng left first, followed by Ye Buxin.

Without the Ghost Valley Sect, perhaps the two would never have met again in this life, and none of what followed would have happened.

Before leaving, Yang Pingsheng said, "You should thank me, because this is the second time I've let you go."

Ye Buxin sneered: "We're just a bunch of defeated dogs from the Linlang Sect. It's not certain who will let whom go."

She actually knew about this.

Yang Pingsheng replied, "I thought you were really like you said, not listening to anyone at all."

Ye Buxin was taken aback, her face darkening: "Does having the upper hand in language make you feel better?"

"At least I have the upper hand, and I feel very comfortable."

This was the last thing Yang Pingsheng said to Ye Buxin.

No matter how you look at it, it's not a good memory.

For my current close friends, it might be better not to remember this memory.

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The air was wonderful in the countryside after the rain.

Ye Buxin's clothes blended well with the surrounding greenery, while Yang Pingsheng, dressed in all black, seemed out of place.

The two strolled to the hillside and found a large tree to lean against and sit down.

Yang Pingsheng reached out his hand, and the tree trembled, causing a fruit to fall from it.

"Want to eat?"

Ye Buxin glanced at it and said, "I won't eat it."

Yang Pingsheng tossed it aside; he wouldn't eat this kind of wild fruit.

"Want to try some wild game? I'll hunt something for you."

Ye Buxin glanced at him and said indifferently, "Can you make something better than what the young master's family makes?"

"To eat, or not to eat?"

"eat."

"Wait."

Yang Pingsheng disappeared.

When he returned, he was holding a spirit rabbit in his hand.

"Roast meat or meat soup?"

"Barbecued meat."

"Row."

The aroma of roasted meat filled the countryside.

Yang Pingsheng tore off a rabbit leg for her. She took it and ate it casually, her mind drifting back to those classic books.

Although there is no evidence, she is now almost certain that those ancient human sages are plotting something.

She wasn't sure what kind of scheme they were setting up; she needed more clues.

'That path to immortality was given by the envoy of the Heavenly Guardian Sect. It's very strange. The strangeness lies in the fact that it seems awkward at first glance, but makes perfect sense upon closer inspection. Most importantly, the description of the Immortal Realm is directly taken from the Heavenly Dao Cultivation Record. But according to that description, can a person still truly be called a person?'

Most importantly, the purpose of cultivating immortality has been confused.

She had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was over the past month.

'The key to understanding those forbidden killing techniques is spiritual energy. Perhaps there really is a viable method in this path. Should I give it a try first?'

Ye Bu was absent-minded, and Yang Pingsheng next to him said, "After we finish eating, shall we go to the capital for a stroll? Anyway, Senior Brother has money, so we can buy some things we like."

This guy is really laid-back.

Ye Bu thought he should tell him to stop being so leisurely, but he swallowed the words back down.

Yang Pingsheng handed over a wooden short sword.

Compared to the Dragon Roar Sword that Ye Buxin made himself, this wooden short sword is purely a work of art. It is engraved with patterns unique to the Qin state and has a tassel at the bottom, making it look like a child's toy.

"I went shopping a few days ago and bought this for you," Yang Pingsheng said with a smile.

"......"

She wanted to ask herself, "Am I a child?" Although she did like swords, who would want something so childish?

The sunlight shone on her face, giving it a rosy hue.

"childish."

She spoke softly under the tree.

He said that, but his hands had already started moving.

“The capital is quite nice; maybe there are other things there that you’ll like,” Yang Pingsheng said. “Let’s go take a look.”

"Heh, if you really want to go."