Lesang suddenly remembered that when he first saw him, he was the Xuanyu Priest admired by thousands of people. At this moment, he was just an ordinary person who had been lonely for a hundred years under a quiet moonlit night.

“Master…”

She screamed in disbelief.

But he did not respond to her, and still played the flute, with a long sound as if he was saying the final farewell.

A deep sense of guilt arose from the bottom of his heart. Lesang clenched the corner of his clothes with his slender fingers. After struggling for a while, he lowered his head: "Master, my disciple knows that he is wrong."

She shouldn't have violated her master's orders, and shouldn't have run out secretly. He was so difficult to bring her to the holy realm, and she shouldn't have even left... she never greeted him.

She was wrong, the mistake was ungrateful, and the mistake was heartless!

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, but Xuan Yu did not look down at her. He put away the flute in his hand. He looked up faintly at the cold moonlight in the sky, and sighed helplessly: "What's wrong with you?"

Lesang felt even more guilty, frowned, opened his mouth several times, but did not make any sound.

This place was quiet for a while.

Xuan Yu slowly withdrew her gaze and looked down at her little by little.

A long ink dress and a dark red cloak flying in the cold wind, her head covered with black hair, her delicate face was full of guilt, but there was still a hint of hesitation in her eyes, a hint of hesitation that knew it was wrong, but she still wanted to make mistakes again and again.

He suddenly pulled open the corners of his mouth gently, and his smile was very bitter.

"Lesang, do whatever you want to do, don't worry about being a teacher, because everything you do may not be really thinking about you."

His voice was light and calm, as if he was explaining an unquestionable fact.

"No-Master, my disciples understand how you treat me. Lesang is determined to do whatever he wants, right..."

He raised his hand gently, and Xuanyu signaled that she didn't need to say much.

Lesang bit his lips tightly, and he stopped talking a few times.

The night wind rises, and the fallen leaves fly in the forest.

"Dongfang Liyuan, on the Eighth Peak, if you want to find him, go."

The light in his eyes suddenly shone, and Lesang looked at Xuan Yu in disbelief.

Is he guiding her? He agrees that she will go to Li Yuan now?

"only……"

Without thinking too much, the two words that Xuan Yu followed made Lesangna's almost irresistible excitement suppressed in an instant.

"Just what?" She stared at his eyes tightly, and an extremely complex light flashed in her dark eyes.

"The current situation is no longer something that can be controlled by the teacher. Dongfang Liyuan's life and death are all based on his fortune. Lesang, I'm sorry."

The last three words fell, accompanied by an unknown sigh.

Lesang's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley, and his face changed drastically.

What is Li Yuan’s life and death all depends on his fortune?

Didn’t Xuan Yu say before that Li Yuan was saved by Yao Lao and was no longer in danger of his life?

Why do we depend on his luck now?

What the hell is going on!

"No, Master, what happened? Tell me, tell me!!"

He was as calm as Lesang. He could no longer calm down when he heard Xuan Yu say the words "sorry" to him in person.

She knew Xuan Yu's personality that if it weren't for the serious situation, he would never say these three words to himself.
Chapter completed!