The improved female villains regained their memories.

Upon returning from the Qin Palace, Yang Pingsheng pushed open the door to his room and saw Zhou Jinyu there.

The spirit fire burned brightly. She put down the talisman in her hand, smiled at him, and asked, "You're back?"

She was always by his side, and the Qin Palace was the only place where she couldn't be close to him, but even so, she would wait for him to return to his room.

"........"

The familiar voice didn't ring out; instead, his senior sister's voice was heard, which made Yang Pingsheng feel somewhat uncomfortable. He hummed in response and found his seat.

The two looked at each other in silence.

In the room where the spirit fire flickered, no matter how bright the light was, it could not penetrate the dark hearts of the two of them. Although they were physically close, their hearts were far apart. Zhou Jinyu looked up at him and saw his silent appearance. He was just like the earth, hiding many secrets.

So she took the initiative to speak: "I have studied my junior sister's condition. There is nothing wrong with her body. It is entirely due to the conflict of her destiny. My senior brother is fine. In addition to the cultivation techniques that Master taught him, he also has a good understanding of destiny and fate, so he can adjust himself."

She said, "So no amount of secret treasures or elixirs will help; the problem lies with her. If she hadn't broken through this level, it's very likely..."

What Zhou Jinyu wanted to say was self-evident.

Yang Pingsheng suddenly looked up and said, "She will definitely pull through."

It was rare for Zhou Jinyu to speak, but it was for Ye Buxin's sake. Zhou Jinyu felt bad, but since she was the one who brought it up, she could only force a smile and reply, "Perhaps, but you have to be prepared."

“There is no killing move that cannot be broken, and no method that cannot be solved.” Yang Pingsheng said, “If all else fails, I will go back to the Ghost Valley Sect and find my master.”

Zhou Jinyu frowned: "Pingsheng, have you forgotten the rules of our sect? Disciples who have left the mountain cannot return without a summons from their master."

Yang Pingsheng shook his head: "I won't go back casually, I mean if there's no other way."

A thought flashed in her eyes: "Do we really have to do nothing about her?"

Yang Pingsheng replied, "Senior sister, if you had a confidant, you would understand how I feel right now."

After saying this, he remained silent for a long time.

Zhou Jinyu stood up and, as if by magic, produced a wine glass and wine, placing them in front of Yang Pingsheng.

She said, "Have a few drinks with me."

Yang Pingsheng was about to refuse when she continued, "Just a few cups will do. It's top-quality spirit wine, good for your health. Pingsheng, I've helped you so much, can't you at least have a few cups with me?"

He finally gave up and didn't refuse again.

The moonlight filled the cup, and the spiritual flame flickered. Zhou Jinyu raised her cup and said, "Pingsheng, I know you doubt me, but I want to tell you that since you have decided to save Junior Sister, I, your senior sister, will also help you and will not have any evil intentions."

Yang Pingsheng was about to speak, but Zhou Jinyu didn't wait for him and drank the cup down.

She wiped her mouth and filled her glass with a second glass: "And then I want to tell you that it's not only close friends who care about you."

After saying that, she drank the second cup in one gulp.

Yang Pingsheng tried to dissuade her, but Zhou Jinyu shook off his hand and poured a third cup.

She raised her glass and said, "Finally, I want to say that this is who I am, and I can't change it. Whether you hate me or despise me, this is who I am."

After drinking three cups, her face flushed like the sunset.

“Ping Sheng, drink,” she said.

Yang Pingsheng had no choice but to raise his glass and clink it with hers.

After a few rounds of drinks, she began to reminisce about her time at Guigumen, talking about her first impression of Yang Pingsheng, how they sneaked out of Wangtianya, and their final farewell.

Yang Pingsheng responded occasionally, deliberately avoiding the eye contact the other party was making.

He only drank one cup before feeling a little dizzy, and when he looked at Zhou Jinyu, he saw double.

Before he was completely drunk, he vaguely heard the word "love," but because of the alcohol, he couldn't tell whose voice it was.

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"My life."

He opened his eyes, and Ye Buxin was standing in front of him.

She seemed to have stepped out of a painting, dressed in a green dress made of the freshest spring grass, its emerald green color almost dripping with moisture. The dress was embroidered with exquisite floral patterns, each flower so lifelike that it seemed to exude a delicate fragrance in the breeze.

Her face was exactly as I remembered, without any attempt to conceal it. She was stunningly beautiful, with skin like jade, eyebrows like distant mountains, and eyes like a clear spring, clear and lively, captivating with every glance. Her nose was straight, her cherry lips were naturally red, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a faint smile.

He knew perfectly well that he was dreaming, because Ye Buxin would never smile at him like that.

"Stunned?" She covered her mouth and chuckled. "Silly boy."

No, no, no, this is not right. Yang Pingsheng felt nervous, he didn't know why he was nervous, but he was nervous.

He subconsciously swallowed twice, his throat bobbing.

Ye Bu smiled and said, "Ping Sheng, aren't you going to play the zither?"

What, a zither?

He looked down and saw the guqin lying across his lap.

Ye Bu thought to himself, "Just like before, you play the instrument, and I dance."

So, he started playing it instinctively.

The sound was no longer the murderous melody of before; her fingertips lightly plucked the strings, and a melodious tune flowed out. Ye Buxin didn't draw her sword; she moved directly at the sound, her movements as light as a green butterfly.

Under the moonlight, her dance steps were light and graceful, every spin and every raise of her hand was full of endless charm.

Her green dress billowed as she danced, like a flowing green wave. Her hair, as black as ink, swayed in the wind with her movements, and occasionally a few strands brushed against her exquisite face, adding to her captivating charm.

The surrounding clouds and mist, like a veil casually scattered by a celestial maiden, gently entwined around Ye Buxin, drifting slowly in the breeze, like a dream. Several ancient pines and cypresses stood proudly, their branches stretching out in all directions, their needles so dense they resembled a green ocean. A gentle breeze rustled through the pines, creating a sound like applause for Ye Buxin.

As the music rose higher, her wrists turned gently, like flowers swaying in the wind, flexible and elegant. Her hair, as black as ink, danced wildly in the wind, a few strands playfully clinging to her delicate face, adding to her charm. Her face maintained that captivating smile as she turned, her eyes filled with intoxication and liveliness, and when she looked at Yang Pingsheng, there was endless tenderness in them.

gentle?

No, that's not right, this isn't Ye Buxin.

He roared inwardly, yet he couldn't look away from his eyes.

He watched her dance, sometimes leaping lightly like a dragonfly skimming the water, then settling on his heart; sometimes undulating like a snake, her supple waist seemingly boneless, as if wrapped around his side. Her body leaned forward and backward, swaying left and right, and the rising light of her soul slowly drew closer, closer, and merged with his.

Yang Pingsheng could no longer look at anything else; he could only see her figure.

His desire was rising; he wanted to possess her, to have her, to...

Clang——

Suddenly, the music shattered. Yang Pingsheng smashed the zither with a single palm strike, and his soul floated behind him, crashing into his physical body.

boom!

Everything is broken.

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Yang Pingsheng sat up abruptly.

He was already sitting on the bed, with Zhou Jinyu sitting next to him, looking at the intelligence reports that his subordinates had passed on that day.

She noticed the movement, looked to her side, and saw that Yang Pingsheng was awake. She smiled and said, "Junior brother, you're awake?"

The light shone on her face, revealing no trace of drunkenness.

Yang Pingsheng sat up and looked at her coldly: "What's in the wine?"

Zhou Jinyu countered, "What did you see in your dream?"

"..."

With a clatter, the chair scraped against the floor. Zhou Jinyu stood up, looked at Yang Pingsheng, and walked over step by step, saying, "Junior brother, what did you see?"

"Senior sister, what exactly did you give me to drink?"

"...[A Toast to Love]"

"what is that?"

"The 'Love-Seeking Wine' is a special brew made from a product of a certain secret realm. I specially asked someone to find it for me," Zhou Jinyu said in a low voice. "After drinking this wine, you can see the person you love most in your dreams."

She said, "What I see is you. In my life, who do you see?"

what is love?

what is love?

From a cripple to a homeless child, to a cultivator of the Linlang Sect, to a disciple of the Guigu Sect.

He had witnessed the vicissitudes of life, read cultivation manuals, and seen so many things, but he had never seen love.

Love?

what is that?

He stared blankly, then heard Zhou Jinyu say, "Pingsheng, since you and Ye Buxin are close friends, then what you see must be her."

No, that's not right.

Ye Buxin once said that a true friend is someone who transcends all human emotions, including love.

Does he love Ye Buxin?

If it's love, how can it be considered a confidant?

So he said, "I didn't see anything."

Zhou Jinyu blinked: "Then can I assume that you have never loved anyone in your life?"

Yang Pingsheng replied, "I have nothing but my confidants."

Zhou Jinyu then smiled.

She nodded: "Okay, I understand."

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Love?

No, his relationship with Ye Buxin wasn't love.

Yang Pingsheng sat quietly in Ye Buxin's room, his gaze somewhat blankly falling on a spot not far away—where Ye Buxin used to bury herself in books, holding ancient texts in her hands, her eyes fixed on them, only taking her eyes off them when he entered the room.

A fog seemed to hang over his heart, and he could never quite grasp the nature of his feelings for Ye Buxin. He rarely saw Ye Buxin smile, but when he did, a warm feeling would wash over him, like gentle ripples on a calm lake. That smile was brighter and more captivating than the most radiant flowers in spring, yet he wasn't sure if this warmth was the love Zhou Jinyu had described.

Yang Pingsheng then recalled that in the dream after drinking the Love-Inquiry Wine, Ye Buxin's eyes were clear as water, as if they held countless stars, and her gaze was full of expectation and tenderness.