In the bamboo courtyard, there was a coffin, waiting for the funeral.
Besides Yin Ruoxu and Shen Yu, there were only some maids in the courtyard standing nearby.
No one else.
Jiang Niannian was kneeling in front of the coffin, crying heartbrokenly.
Shen Yu said: "Master, we have examined the corpse... He is indeed dead. Please accept my condolences."
Yin Ruoxu looked at the pale face of the person in the coffin, neither sad nor happy. He waved his hands and sighed, "Everyone has their own destiny. Just send him to the foot of the mountain and bury him." Then he turned and left.
There is a cemetery in Nippori called "Blue Bird Tomb". It is uneven and covers a large area. The souls of many heroes rest here.
According to the rules set by our ancestors, all disciples who have not committed any serious mistakes will be buried here, with a tombstone erected to record their life stories.
Jiang Niannian rolled her eyes in her heart. It is said that all parents in the world are compassionate, but this sect leader was so cruel that he would rather send his son to the mountain to be buried than let him rest in peace in the Blue Bird Tomb.
How unwelcome this is.
"Master, please take me with you. I won't live anymore!"
In line with her professional ethics of acting in a full manner, Jiang Niannian knelt on the ground, crying her heart out. When the coffin was being carried, she held on to it and refused to let anyone carry it. Shen Yu pulled her with a dark face and whispered, "If you don't let go, the effect of the fake death pill will wear off."
What this means is that it was over the top.
"Oh..." Jiang Niannian withdrew her hand awkwardly. There was bright red stuff between her ten fingers and the gaps between her nails. It vaguely looked like red paint.
Several disciples carried the coffin down the mountain. Shen Yu waved to the disciples carrying the coffin and said, "We don't need you here anymore."
"Yes, Holy Lord." The disciples bowed respectfully and left.
"Awoo~" Coal Ball caught up from behind. It had eaten too well recently and had gained weight.
Jiang Niannian lifted the coffin lid, and after a while, Yin Li opened his eyes and sat up. It seemed that the effect of the medicine had worn off.
Shen Yu handed over a scroll: "This is the map of the Guiyuan Formation."
Jiang Niannian took it and said, "Then the Taoist Siming..."
Shen Yu sneered, "You don't have to worry about Shi Jing. Two years ago, his spiritual state suddenly became unstable for some reason. It seems that he suffered a backlash. Some time ago, he also divined that the evil spirit of the underworld had descended into the world. His spiritual power was greatly damaged. At least, he will not be able to use divination again in the next 20 years, unless he wants to die."
What is the Dark Demon Seed? It's not mentioned in the book.
Someone pulled at the hem of his clothes, and Xiao Yinli frowned, obviously impatient.
Jiang Niannian said gently: "Thank you, Saint Lord. I will repay you well in the future. Goodbye now."
Shen Yu sneered: "First, let's get out alive."
Jiang Niannian nodded and shouted, "Fuck! Unsheath!"
The jade-green sword at his waist moved slightly, and with a flash of light, the sword was unsheathed and stopped in front of Jiang Niannian.
Yin Li: “…”
Coal Ball: “…”
The corner of Shen Yu's mouth twitched: "... Your sword name is quite unique."
Jiang Niannian laughed dryly, hugged Yin Li and Meiqiu, and said goodbye to Shen Yu: "Saint Lord, see you later!"
Shen Yu chuckled. This woman was indeed a little different from other women.
He looked at Yin Li's departing back, feeling vaguely uneasy. He inexplicably had a feeling that a golden scales cannot stay in a pond and will transform into a dragon once it encounters wind and clouds.