Tang Zhou turned his face slightly, his eyes were dark, as uncertain as the intersection of light and shadow.

Yan Dan slowly clenched her fingers under her sleeves, feeling her body trembling slightly. She couldn't say whether it was anger or fear.

She always thought Ying Yuan was ruthless to her, but no one was wondering. Love turned out to be something you love and I want, but which one is playing now?

Is it fun to be capricious?

After a long time, she heard Tang Zhou say softly, as if whispering: "Yan Dan, I miss you very much."

"I know you exchanged my eyes with half of your heart. For a while, I did mistakenly think it was Zhixi. When I saw you by the Yaochi, I knew it was you."

Yan Tan smiled: "So that's it."

She thought for a while and said, "It's okay, I was willing at that time, you don't have to care."

Tang Zhou was slightly stunned, his expression gradually became depressed, and he whispered: "Yan Dan, I think I like you."

A long time ago, when I didn’t even know it myself.”

"What you like is that you can talk to you all the time when your eyes can't see. Finally, the beauty of your eyes is cured, not me, never, and will never be like this in the future."

She thought for a while, "I will be the only one who will be with you at that time, but it will be different if you wait for you."

Even now, you just regret that I jumped into the cycle of reincarnation in front of you.”

Tang Zhou chuckled and said, "So you think I'm alive to the point where I don't even understand my own feelings?"

When you smile, there will be a dimples on your right cheek, and the corners of your eyes will be curved, as if you are smiling from the bottom of your heart.

I won’t misunderstand you and Zhixi.”

Diya Palace is still deserted and empty, and few people come to visit.

Yan Dan walked through the bend of the corridor, and when she saw the black shadow in front of her, she suddenly took several steps back and asked in a trembling voice: "What's going on?"

Tang Zhou stopped and said in a plain tone: “Hmm?

That's the Ghost King, haven't you seen it?"

Yan Dan stamped her feet: "I know it's the Ghost King, I asked you why it was here?"

Maybe her voice was too loud. The Ghost King, who was silently kneeling on the ground and rubbing bluestone bricks, raised his head and looked at her blankly, his eyes were empty.

Yan Dan shivered again and quickly passed by it: He must have done it on purpose, always pretending to be nothing, so that she could not even get angry.

Walking into the library, Tang Zhou pushed open the window beside him and saw a pool of clear water outside. It was not yet time for the lotus flowers to bloom, and the lotus leaves are closer together and look more green and cute.

Yan Dan held the pane and leaned out to look out, smiling: "I remember there was no lotus pond here."

"The lotus here has been planted for a long time and has never bloomed before. I wonder if it will bloom this year?"

Yan Dan sighed, hesitated and said, "I don't think so.

Ying Yuan, let’s just say everything. What can we do if we pretend that nothing has happened?

Although it has been a long time since the past happened, it is impossible to erase it again... It is not that you practice writing, you can tear the paper back if you don’t write well."

She reached out and closed the carved window, covered the scenery outside, walked to the desk, and picked up the very exquisitely carved agarwood burner on it: "At that time, I really admired you, Ying Yuanjun. Even if I arrived at the underworld, I still couldn't forget it... I originally thought that I would die in Yewangchuan, because I could not forget the past, and I could not reincarnate, but could only turn into the ghost corpses below.

I have never forgotten these, and I am afraid I will never forget them in the future.

But, so what?”

Yan Dan uncovered the lid of the agarwood burner and whispered: "Put the whole piece of agarwood in it. Just a little spark, it will burn, and it will not stop until it is burned into fine chips, and then change to a new piece to continue burning.

But when the agarwood is like shavings, it will not burn it no matter how hard it is to use the fire stick to tinker.

Just like this agarwood, I have burned it into fine shavings, and there is no light at all. At most, it is just the residual heat after it is burned out."

The agarwood burner slightly tilted down, and the ashes of agarwood like shaved floated on the ground and turned into nothingness.

Yan Dan looked at him with a smile: "Even the last warmth will be cold one day, and everything will be gone, just like when you and I haven't met yet..."

Tang Zhou is gone.

Yan Dan slowly slid against the wall, feeling that she had used all her strength.

I finally said what I wanted to say, but in fact, it was just attachment that came and went, but that was already the attachment that I had once been.

From now on, she has truly been relieved.

The sunlight outside the pane is obliquely tilted in, reflecting on the wall, forming a mottled light and shadow that is blurred.

After only half a cup of tea, a light footsteps came close and stopped.

This man probably followed them all the time before he came over when Tang Zhou left.

Yan Dan raised her head and suddenly saw a very familiar face, the one that Chen Qi could see when he was facing the bronze mirror.

Zhixi turned her head slightly, lowered her eyes and looked at her: "I'm here to find a book."

She walked to the desk, put down her things in her hands, turned around and walked towards the rows of bookshelves.

Yan Dan stood up and saw that the thing she placed on the desk was a book with a yellowed cover, and something seemed to be pressing under the book.

She took the book away and saw a small round mirror below. She couldn't help but be stunned: She remembered that Zhixi didn't like to look in the mirror, so why did she carry this thing with her?

Yan Dan picked up the round mirror and saw that the mirror suddenly changed, and the scene reflected was the mortal world: a woman with coarse cloth and hairpins was busy handling the housework, the boy next to her kept causing trouble for her, while the older peasant woman scolded her with her hands on her hips.

The woman happened to turn her head, as if she was looking at Yan Dan face to face, with a sad and miserable face.

"What do you think?"

Yan Dan was stunned and immediately put down the mirror. Looking back, he saw Zhixi standing not far away with a heavy book holding a heavy book, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "What do you think when the lamp is so depressed now?"

Yan Dan suddenly felt that she had become a little unfamiliar, so she shook her head: "I don't think so, she is indeed not better now than I did in the past."

Zhixi sneered: "No, if she was just born in a poor family, it would be far from enough.

There are thousands of people born in poverty in this world, with less than her and less than her."

She walked to the table, put down the heavy book, and whispered: "I went to see her after she was demoted to the mortal world."

Yan Dan vaguely guessed the issue: "Are you..."

"Well, I opened up all the memories of her previous life. When she saw me, she almost became crazy and became mute."

"Zhixi, you do this for me. What if someone else knows about it?"

"I didn't do this for you."

Zhixi raised her chin and looked very indifferent, "No one would know."

Yan Dan finally understood that when she was watching the fireworks in Nandu that time, she saw it as a fairy holding a lamp.

Whether it is Yan Dan or Zhixi, she will be afraid as long as she sees it.

Zhixi put the round mirror into her sleeve, held the book and looked at the other side: "You will never come back here again, will you?"

"It should be so, but you can come to the mortal world to see me."

Zhixi bit her lip and said after a long time: "I won't come to see you. What's so good about this? It's not the first day I met you."

Yan Dan lowered her head and couldn't help but smile: "Yes, we were born from the same roots, even if we don't meet..."

Still the closest person.

No one in this world is closer than each other. They are bound by the same bloodline and are stronger than the constraints promised by words.

Yan Dan watched her back disappear, and she realized that there was still a book with yellowed cover on the desk, but she didn't take it away.

She picked it up and flipped through two pages. The book was about the trivial matters of their clan. I don’t know where Zhixi found it. But when she saw a sentence, she paused in her heart: “The heart of the four-leaf lotus can bring back all things and cure all diseases…”

Everything is rejuvenated?

She touched her heart, and it was beating slowly.

An hour has passed since the mortal world to the heavenly court, and now I am rushing back to the Zhilan Mountain realm immediately, which should not have been delayed for too long.

Yan Dan held the water-fixing beads in the palm of her hand. The bead tentacles were cold and smooth, and the water vapor was vaguely flowing.

According to Ao Xuan, if this bead accidentally falls to the ground, it will cause three months of heavy water in the mortal world. As long as the water droplet is placed at the bottom of a dry lake, a spring of living water will naturally be generated.

She walked through the Jiuqu corridor and saw the Antarctic Immortal Weng standing by the fish pond with his hands in his arms. When she saw her coming and saying with a smile, "Yan Dan, you have grown taller after not seeing you for so long."

Yan Dan pouted slightly and walked to the edge of the fish pond: "Do you want your beard?"

The Antarctic Immortal Man quickly took a step back and cursed with a smile: "You little devil... why? Have you seen your master?

He was so angry by you at that time."

Yan Dan looked inside the fish pond and saw the big tiger-bearded fish jumping up and down very fiercely: "Master is really angry?"

"That's natural. Your master is still determined to teach an immortal to show off, but you end up destroying your might. How can you not get angry?"

The Antarctic Immortal Man touched his beard, "Originally, if you stayed in the ground for a few more days, you would definitely be promoted to the immortal level."

“How is this possible?

My cultivation is so low-level and I don’t have much insight than others on weekdays. I still know this.”

"It was not possible, but with the strange eyes, it would be different. After a thousand years of cultivation was added in vain, do you think it's enough?"

Yan Dan's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but stutter: "Extraordinary, strange eyes?"
To be continued...