Rong Shang slowly lowered his head, his eyes slightly darkened: "If the Immortal Lord wants to set off firecrackers, I will go outside the mansion to see if I can buy some..." Before he finished speaking, his body stiffened. In the silent air, a slightly heavy breath sounded, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the slender jade hand holding Xiao Xiaorong. "Hmm?" Yu Zhengzheng's slender fingertips moved slightly, and a bright smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you continue?" The bright fireworks in the sky bloomed and disappeared, he pursed his thin lips, and the arms hanging at his sides tightened: "Let go!" His voice was low, with a hint of long-term repression, as if some flood beast was about to break free from the shackles. Yu Zhengzheng didn't care, she smiled slightly: "If I don't let go, what can you do?" Yes, what can he do? Can he resist her, or can he defeat her? Rongshang concealed his eyes, and his drooping eyelashes trembled twice, covering his dark pupils. His fingertips gently stroked the bodhi seeds on his wrist, and his lips were as red as blood against his cold white skin. The corners of his mouth slowly curved up: "Have you ever heard a word, Immortal Venerable?" Yu Zhengzheng was stunned: "What?" Rongshang stretched out his arm slowly, and his bony palm fell on her slender neck. His thin and slender fingers slightly bent, and his fingertips with thin calluses gently stroked the warm and white jade skin, causing her to shudder subconsciously. Rongshang leaned over, and his fingertips moved down calmly. He pressed his lips against her ear and murmured in a low voice: "Heavenly law is reincarnation, and cause and effect are cyclical." Yu Zhengzheng's eyes were puzzled. Just as she was about to ask him something, she saw him move his palm away, with a red plum petal pinched between his fingertips. ?He chuckled and blew the petals in his palm off: "My disciple is sorry, this red plum has fallen on the clothes of the Immortal Venerable."? Without waiting for her to speak, he waved her arm away and took a step back: "Go to bed early, Immortal Venerable, Pei Protector will come to pick you up tomorrow morning."?After saying that, Rong Shang left without looking back. ?Yu Zhengzheng looked at his back thoughtfully, and some complicated and unspeakable emotions in her heart inexplicably arose. ?How did he know that Pei Qian would come to pick her up tomorrow? ?She was afraid of heights. If she was on flat ground, she could still use her sword to walk. ?But as long as the sword was three meters above the ground, she would feel dizzy and nauseous, so even after seven years, her cultivation had reached its peak, and Pei Qian still took her up and down the mountain. ?She specifically asked Pei Qian to keep this secret, after all, she was now also a person with the aura of an idol. ?Whether it was the disciples on Guixu Mountain or the people in the human world who worshipped her, if they knew that she, the Guizang Immortal Venerable who was about to pass the tribulation and ascend to heaven, did not even dare to fly on a sword, they would probably laugh their heads off. ?If Rong Shang did not even know when she would go to Honglian Temple, and even had to stand outside the temple for three days and three nights to wait for her, how did he know that Pei Qian would come to pick her up tomorrow? ?Yu Zhengzheng narrowed her eyes, remembering that he had just used tea to metaphorically describe people, and his words were full of sour jealousy, she could not help but frown. ?Could it be that he had not lost his memory? ?If he had not lost his memory at all, then she had made soup for him, jumped over the wall to plan a hero to save the beauty, and even kissed a dog because of him... ?Yu Zhengzheng became more and more angry as she thought about it, and she whispered: "Rong Shang?!" ?The white shadow just paused slightly, and the next moment he walked forward calmly. ?She stared at his back in anger. ?He had better not be lying to her! ? Otherwise, she would smear dog shit on his face and make him step on it to make turtle soup. ? Yu Zhengzheng stepped on the soft white snow, and there was a rustling sound under her feet. Perhaps because she was in a bad mood, she left a deep snow pit wherever she stepped. ? She followed closely behind him and stepped into the main house next door. ? The door was slammed by her, and Rong Shang turned sideways, looking at the shaky door, with a slight smile on his lips. ? Seven years have passed. ? His temper is still as hot as ever.