Qingyin could not remember when she lived in Baihua Valley. She only learned from her master that she had a serious illness.
After recovering from the illness, she couldn't remember anything about the past.
As for the master, Qingyin only knew that after she woke up, he had been by her side.
When I saw the master's face for the first time, Qingyin thought to herself, she was probably never seen such a beautiful man in her life.
Qingyin really wants to remember the past. After all, if you can live with such a beautiful master, you will definitely have many pleasant memories.
But every time she thinks of the past, she feels a splitting headache.
The master said that if you don’t remember, don’t remember it. It’s best for her to start again.
But she wanted to continue asking questions, but when she saw the master's occasional frowning brow, she stopped all the questions.
Looking at the desire revealed in the little disciple's eyes, Lian frowned slightly and asked softly: "Don't Ayin like this?"
Qingyin saw his subtle expression change in his eyes. Although he didn't know why every time he mentioned the mortal world, his master would look unhappy, but Qingyin could not help but yearn for that place.
"The disciple likes to live here with the master!" Qingyin held Lian's arm and said sweetly: "But, Master, aren't you going to collect tears? Have you collected them all?"
After a while, the master always leaves the valley for a few days.
After asking, I found out that the master was going to the mortal world to collect tears.
Although I don’t know why Master wanted to collect those tears, as long as I could leave the valley with Master, Qingyin would always try every means to make Master compromise.
At the beginning, the master disagreed and said that her body had just recovered and she should not work hard.
So she continued to practice diligently and read the practice books until she achieved some success in magic, and then her master agreed to take her there.
"It's still a little short." Lian said softly, how could he not know the little Jiujiu that was fighting in his little disciple's heart.
The things that the Buddha taught, for the past two hundred years, Lian has never dared to slack off. After a moment of time, she will go to the world to collect them.
Just those tears can't be accumulated so easily?
Everything must be focused on fate.
Qingyin's eyes lit up and her smile was as beautiful as a flower, "Since it's still a little short, why don't we go tomorrow!"
"You are in a good state and it is not easy to run around. I will make arrangements for you for your teacher!" Lian did not dare to forget the scene a few days ago.
That day, the little disciple suddenly fell to the ground while practicing sword in the yard.
The beautiful face is as pale as paper, and the breath is sometimes gone, and the soul is even more separated from the soul...
If Lian hadn't protected her heart veins in time and forced her soul back, she would have died.
This has happened several times.
The little disciple finally had life, but the three souls and one spirit that lost were now gathered and one soul, and then he had succeeded.
If something goes wrong now, Lian will never forgive herself.
Although those tears are the only way to continue your soul, Lian will never joke about Qingyin's life.
Hearing Master’s rejection, Qingyin’s hands immediately climbed up to Lian’s neck, her whole body hung in Lian’s arms, and in a charming voice, she said coquettishly: “Master, let your disciple go!”
The demonic purple eyes flowed in the sockets, shimmering and beautiful, and with a little bit of seduction, as if they were beautiful vortexes, and they would make people desolate at first glance.
Almost in that moment, the soul of the lotus was brought into the deep vortex of beauty.
Especially Qingyin's charming look, Lian's heart was almost lost when she saw it.