There's something wrong with my master.

This handwriting looks so familiar...

Suddenly, she recalled the days when she squatted on the roof, when there was a woman who quarreled with her every day using notes.

Sometimes, when the woman couldn't get enough of the argument, she would hug Yun Changsheng every day and act coquettishly, showing her love and showing off her love to him.

When they were arguing and getting angry, he didn't even shy away from talking about sex with her, and his voice was so charming and seductive.

She still had a sense of shame, so every time she had to retreat, she would have to go see that woman's smug face the next day...

The swordsman in green adjusted his hat and looked at the words on the paper. He tried to hold back for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the temptation.

He raised his feet and was about to walk towards the black coffin at the entrance of Four Seasons Cave, but before he took two steps, the content on the paper changed again.

【No need to come. 】

【Keep standing there.】

The green-shirted swordsman was very obedient and went back to stand at the door of the tile-roofed house.

【I said, you remember.】

The green-shirted swordsman obediently took out his little notebook and read it without blinking, for fear of missing out on any important content.

[He likes plain-colored clothes, such as moon-white, whether it is a Taoist robe or a skirt.]

The Green Shirt Swordsman flipped through the storage ring, and found that it was full of Green Shirts. She thought about it, and then looked at the black coffin, wondering if she could borrow a set...

Also, what's with this cheating feeling?

[He likes feet very much. If your feet are nice, you can try to show them bare in front of him.]

Green Shirt Swordsman: ...

What kind of weird hobby is this?

She subconsciously took off her shoes and socks, revealing her white and tender feet with delicate skin and fleshy flesh.

Is this good looking or not?

[Do you have stockings? ]

"...?"

Stockings, what are those?

[It's the kind he tears every night. You've seen it.]

"..."

I seem to have that impression. Tear~tear~tear~tear~

A voice suddenly appeared in her mind...

That woman is obviously very skilled, but she just doesn’t have any sound insulation, which is very annoying.

In the black coffin.

Lin Xi, who originally wanted to teach a few more tricks, suddenly covered her chest, and the severe pain made her breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why...it hurts so much all of a sudden?"

Is it because I’m too far away from Yun Changsheng?

The poison in this body is really troublesome.

Chapter 69: The peach tree has become a spirit?

Lin Xi had thought about whether her feelings for Yun Changsheng would outweigh her desire to seek the truth when she broke through the calamity.

At the moment, not at all. If there wasn't something wrong with this body, if the obsession in her heart hadn't been refined yet, then she should be preparing to ascend to the heavenly tribulation now.

But even though she was determined to seek the truth, she couldn't just give up on their hundred-year marriage. She wanted to settle Yun Changsheng down before she ascended.

She read a lot of storybooks.

Among them, the sentence "The best way to let go of a relationship is to start a new one" appears many times in the storybook, which probably makes sense.

That’s why the previous action took place.

"What went wrong?" She covered her chest and muttered to herself, looking dazed.

Thoughts drift slowly.

The memory of Yun Changsheng's family, from the time they met to their burial, is no different from my own experience.

She can feel the love between husband and wife, and expresses her true feelings when she thinks of them.

She could feel that she was living in that small mountain village and then moving from the village to the city.

The little kid named Yungui is very interesting.

Li Niang is a strong and gentle mother.

Although Yun Yi took Yun Changsheng to a brothel once, it is undeniable that he is a good brother.

In this memory, even though it was a ceremony between husband and wife, when she recalled it, she almost touched Yun Changsheng's body and the warmth of his skin in her memory.

But the memories of the small town and the memories of going to sea seem incompatible with all other memories.

She couldn't understand why Lin Duoduo wanted to poison this body, and she couldn't understand why Lin Duoduo wanted to separate a wisp of his soul.

Memories of a Small Town looks like a movie starring her. Although she acted very seriously and was very into the role, acting is just acting.

The play is over. The person in the play is Lin Duoduo, and Lin Xi is just an actor.

She could feel all the changes in Lin Duoduo's heart at that time, but she just couldn't understand why Lin Duoduo did this.

"Has it really become two people?" she asked doubtfully.

Would a serious clone betray the original person?

Perhaps if we can refine that obsession and find a way to retrieve the soul between Yun Changsheng's eyebrows, this problem can be solved.

……

……

In the tiled house on the top of Four Seasons Mountain.

Snow had already covered the tiles on the roof, and smoke slowly rose from the chimney, until it was eventually blown away by the mountain wind.

The green-shirted swordsman at the door was rummaging through the materials in his storage ring, preparing to refine a moon-white magic dress.

It doesn't need to have very powerful protective functions, as long as the color is moon white.

It's just a magic weapon. Cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage all use spiritual weapons.

For a cultivator who has reached the stage of Divine Transformation, refining a magic weapon is an easy task even if he is not very good at it.

Flames lit up at her fingertips as she rummaged through her storage ring for materials. When she found what she wanted, she threw the materials into the fire.

Inside the tile house.

Yun Changsheng ignored the actions of the green-shirted swordsman. As long as she didn't set the house on fire, he would let her do whatever she wanted.

He continued to scan the jade slips one after another with his mind, appearing somewhat anxious.

According to Mr. Feng, Lin Xi's obsession will last for no more than two hundred years.

If it’s any later, the obsession will be refined, and then there will really be no Lin Duoduo.

Even if Lin Xi killed another clone, that person would most likely not be the real Lin Duoduo.

So he has at most two hundred years.

Regardless of whether he becomes an immortal within two hundred years and then descends to the mortal world to repeat the phenomenon that occurred when the immortal descended.

Or use other methods to make the vision come. Two hundred years is far from enough.

Only someone who is paranoid enough, unreasonable, and has lost all emotions, and who devotes his entire life to doing only one thing can do this.

Just like the man who had countless enemies, killed his wife and children, but felt that he had a clear conscience under the torture of his inner demons.

In the past, Yun Changsheng really disliked that kind of person, but now Yun Changsheng needs to become that kind of person.

Only by becoming that kind of person can he become an immortal within two hundred years, repeat the vision that occurred when the immortals descended into this world, and get his Lin Duoduo back.

“It seems that there are no other records about Tianyun and Tianxue in the classics of Four Seasons Mountain.”

He scanned dozens of jade slips with his divine sense, and finally gave up reading them.

I went into the kitchen and took a look. The white crane stewed in an iron pot, exactly the same as that year, was already ready.

While you still have an appetite and you don't have much time, eat as much as you can.

If the person in the black coffin is still there after dawn, he will carry the coffin and leave.

If the person in the coffin is gone...

He paused, then shouted out the door as if nothing had happened: "Would you like to eat something together?"

"No." A voice came from the door.

"Is it a girl?" Yun Changsheng muttered.

Originally, the green-shirted swordsman had maintained a neutral voice, and his green shirt was very loose, making it difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

But at this moment he heard a hint of shyness in her voice...

"Misheard?"

He asked himself this question and then ignored it. It turned out that based on the way she behaved, he thought she was a man.

It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl, it has nothing to do with him.

After eating the white crane stewed in an iron pot, I waited quietly until dawn.

As the sky began to brighten, the black and white colors under his feet flashed by, the white became whiter than before, and the black became darker than before.

With almost no hesitation, the figure disappeared to the entrance of Four Seasons Cave.

When he saw the black coffin, he used his spiritual sense to feel the person inside the coffin. When he saw that the person was still there, his expression relaxed.

He bowed to the Four Seasons Cave and said sincerely, "Thank you, Master, for your help."

After saying that, he carried the black coffin on his back and tied it to his body with chains.

The person in the coffin blinked and felt a little dizzy...

Yun Changsheng bowed to the Four Seasons Cave again and said, "Master, if you want to stop me, you can do so at any time."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go down the mountain.

As if he remembered something, he walked around the entrance of the tile-roofed house again, ready to take his painting teacher with him.

Yun Changsheng walked around but didn't find anyone.

"gone?"

I didn't think much about it and just left. I could spend money to hire a master who is proficient in painting later.

Lin Duoduo's storage ring is with him, so he is considered a wealthy man now.

It's a piece of cake to hire a painter.

Yun Changsheng didn't want to look for it anymore, so he went down the mountain and passed by the peach forest.

He paused and his eyes paused.

Peach blossoms are flying down.

A woman wearing a moon-white dress, with beautiful, graceful and clean features but eyes full of heroism, stood under the peach tree.

She was not wearing shoes or socks, revealing her plump jade feet. She forced a gentle smile on her face and said in a soft and sticky tone, "Brother Lang, do you still remember me?"

The peach tree has changed shape?

This was Yun Changsheng’s first reaction.

Seeing Yun Changsheng at a loss, the woman said again: "Your wife is indeed still alive." This was the topic they argued about when they met at the beach.

After saying that, she added in her heart: Your wife might be a little sick in the head, she likes to sleep in the coffin and watch you fall in love with other women...

"I see."