When Tan Xizhi left Du Keyi's room, she originally wanted to go find Zhou Jianlai for a drink or two to continue her unfulfilled drinking, but a strong feeling of longing suddenly surged in her heart.
She stopped, let the smell of alcohol dissipate from her body, turned around and walked towards the main hall of Yangfeng.
Open a stone door in the back hall of the main hall, and then go down the stone steps behind the stone door.
The stone steps spiral down, leading to the center of Xiangyang Peak. This is the training cave of Xiangyang Saint Ancestor.
Tsk-!
As she approached the end of the stone steps, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed one side of her cheek, tearing off the wrinkled and old skin, revealing a fair, delicate and beautiful face.
Her slightly stooped and bloated body began to change, and soon became straight and graceful.
When she stepped down the stone steps, she had transformed into a beautiful woman with hair all over her head, and there was no sign of age from head to toe.
It's not that this beautiful young woman is pretending to be Tan Xizhi, but this is Tan Xizhi's true appearance.
When she was young, she ate the Beauty-Zhuanling Fruit, which kept her body and appearance at the age of twenty-six forever.
The reason why I cover up my beautiful face and show off my age is because I don’t want to deal with some troubles.
But every time she came to see the Holy Ancestor Xiangyang, she would put away her old posture and show her true appearance in front of the Holy Ancestor Xiangyang. It is not difficult to guess her thoughts.
She told Du Keyi that when choosing a partner, if you choose the right one, you will be your husband, if you choose the wrong one, you will be your enemy.
And she has neither a husband nor an enemy, she loves the wrong person.
She fell hopelessly in love with her master, a love that was destined to be unspeakable and fruitless.
She buried this feeling that she shouldn't have deep in her heart, and she never regretted it, never wavered, and never resented it for decades.
But sometimes I feel a little sad, so I drink to drown my sorrows.
"Master, Xizhi wants to see you." She stopped in front of the stone door at the end of the stone steps.
"Is something wrong?" A voice came from the stone door.
"I would like to report to Master about the martial arts contest between the younger junior sisters to find a bride." Tan Xizhi responded.
"come in."
Click, click, click——
Tan Xizhi pushed open the stone door and stepped into the cave.
The cave is very spacious.
There are areas where weapons are placed, there are areas where books are placed, there are areas where elixirs and spiritual materials are stored...
The top wall of the cave is inlaid with many luminous jade stones, and the soft light illuminates the entire cave. Tan Xizhi walked across a long arch bridge.
The water is gurgling under the arch bridge, and there are fish in the water, occasionally jumping out of the water happily.
She stopped in front of the stone steps behind the arch bridge, saluted respectfully at the top of the stone steps and said, "Xizhi pays homage to the master."
Above the stone steps, Saint Ancestor Xiangyang was wearing a white feathered coat and sitting cross-legged on a jade couch.
Although he is over 500 years old this year, he still maintains the appearance of his youth.
His facial features are sharp and angular, as sharp as a knife, cold and handsome, coupled with the faint aura of immortality, it is enough to charm thousands of girls. It is no wonder that Tan Xizhi's heart fell.
"Did something happen to Keyi's martial arts competition?" Saint Ancestor Xiangyang opened his eyes. There seemed to be thousands of stars in his dark pupils, which were deep and far away.
"Replying to Master, everything went well, but the junior sister doesn't seem to like this competition to recruit a bride." Tan Xizhi replied.
"Why?"
"She said she didn't want to hand over the rest of her life to a strange man in such a muddle. I think the junior sister is right."
"Emotions can be cultivated, as long as the other person is good enough, has good conduct, and is not ugly."
"But..." Tan Xizhi wanted to say something, but when she saw Saint Xiangyang frowning slightly, she immediately stopped talking.
Saint Ancestor Xiangyang sighed and said: "This competition to recruit a bride is of great significance to the Wentian Sect, so let her feel aggrieved. On behalf of the Master, please give her more guidance and reassure her that with the Master here, no one dares to bully her.
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"As commanded."
"Any thing else?"
"Xizhi... I want to stay with Master here for a while, is that okay?" Tan Xizhi asked boldly.
"It's up to you."
Saint Ancestor Xiangyang sighed and then closed his eyes.
Tan Xizhi was very happy to receive the permission of Saint Ancestor Xiangyang. She looked up at this longing face, and her heart felt sweet ripples.
Many times she felt that Master understood her feelings, so he was always more tolerant to her than to other disciples.
The reason why he didn't break through this layer of window paper was not only because of the special relationship between the two, but also because Dao was ruthless. He didn't want to have another emotional fetter in his heart that would affect Dao's cultivation.
This was Tan Xizhi's unilateral guess. This guess made her happy in her heart. She felt that she would be very happy if she could maintain this tacit relationship with her master for the rest of her life.
For example, at this moment, she felt extremely happy to be able to look at her master quietly.
Suddenly, she frowned because she felt the master's aura suddenly become frantic, and then a smell of blood emanated from the master's body.
"Is Master injured?!"
Her heart suddenly became worried.
When Tan Xizhi was confused and worried, he saw that the rosy cheeks of Xiangyang Saint Ancestor suddenly turned gray-black, and his plump flesh suddenly shrank and wrinkled.
His entire head was suddenly reduced to skin and bones, like a dried corpse.
"ah--"
Tan Xizhi was frightened and screamed by the strange scene in front of her.
"What's wrong?" Saint Ancestor Xiangyang asked as he opened his eyes.
"..." Tan Xizhi stared blankly at Saint Ancestor Xiangyang, because in her sight, Saint Ancestor Xiangyang was safe and sound, and it seemed like it was just an illusion just now.
"I...I just saw a fierce ghost trying to harm Master." She said in surprise.
Upon hearing this, Saint Ancestor Xiang Yang frowned, glanced around, and then asked with a smile: "Are there any fierce ghosts in the world who dare to approach me?"
"I must have been blinded and disturbed Master's practice. Please forgive me, Master." Tan Xizhi blamed herself with an embarrassed expression.
"You go and rest."
"Xizhi excuses himself."
Tan Xizhi had no shame in staying any longer, so she could only bow out and leave. She could not explain the strange scene before and could only attribute it to hallucinations.
However, what she didn't know was that as soon as she left the cave, Saint Ancestor Xiangyang on the jade couch changed his appearance. His flesh-and-blood body turned into a shriveled black mummy, with a strange black air emitting from his body and sunken eye sockets.
Two fierce lights shot out.
Du Keyi drank strong liquor alone in the room, taking small sips and finally drank himself down.
When she opened her eyes and woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning. She couldn't help but blame herself: "It's over, I really became an alcoholic."
She quickly cleared away the cups and plates on the table, then took out the bath bucket and water from the mustard seeds, and took a bath to wash away the pungent smell of alcohol from her body.
Finally, put on dry clothes and get ready to go out.
She stood at the door and looked around the room to make sure everything had been cleaned up. She found that there was still a pile of wine jar fragments under the table that had not been cleaned up.
"Senior sister, this wine must be fake. Drinking it will make you dizzy and forgetful." Du Keyi muttered with a smile, and passed his omission to Tan Xizhi's wine, then picked up the broom and dustpan behind the door and left.
Go to the table and clean up the broken wine jar.
After scanning twice, she suddenly stopped, squatted down, reached out and picked up a note from the broken porcelain pieces.
