After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Chapter 297 Zhuang Zhou and the Butterfly

"I brought back the pagoda wood. Master...where is Master? Oh, and Uncle Jiang, where did he and he go?" Jiang Liqian hurriedly took out the pagoda wood obtained from the auction from the Qiankun bag, grabbed Luo Qing'an's shoulder and asked.

Luo Qing'an shook his head and hugged his emotional little sister tightly. "Little Junior Brother will be fine. There is still a chance. Master has gone to ask the Sect Master for help. Little Junior Brother's soul is about to dissipate. Only the Sect Master has the ability to stabilize his soul, refine the Buddha Wood as quickly as possible, and inject it into Little Junior Brother's body. There is still a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope..."

Fu Wennian, who was standing next to her, also hurried over to prevent Jiang Liqian from doing anything stupid in her excitement.

Seeing that Jiang Liqian wanted to rush out to find the leader without thinking, he quickly reached out to stop her.

"Little Junior Sister, calm down! Master will definitely invite the Sect Leader over. If you go over now, you'll just cause more trouble. It's better to encourage Little Junior Brother and let him hold on. He will definitely be able to hear your voice."

Jiang Liqian also knew that she had to stay calm, she had to stay calm, and that being impulsive was meaningless, but when she held Xu Youan's hand just now, she could no longer feel his pulse!

How could she not be anxious?

The soul is about to dissipate, the soul is about to dissipate. Why is his soul about to dissipate? Wasn’t he still fine when she handed him over to her fellow disciple?

Did anything unexpected happen on the road?

"Junior Sister, please stay with Junior Brother, at least for now..." Luo Qing'an's eyes were filled with tears, and he turned his head to suppress his sobs. "When he was sent back to Qiankun Sect, he was unconscious and kept calling 'Senior Sister'. He was calling for you."

Jiang Liqian's body froze. Fu Wennian and Luo Qing'an looked at each other. Although they both wanted to stay here with their junior brother, if this was the last time, they still felt that it would be better to leave them some time alone together. At least, they could say their final goodbyes.

Luo Qing'an was so sad that her mind was unstable. She staggered and was quickly supported by Fu Wennian. The two of them walked out, but did not go far. Instead, they stayed at the door.

Jiang Liqian couldn't believe that she had actually harmed her junior brother like this.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have fallen into the river, wouldn't have spent ten years of cultivation to save her, and wouldn't have risked his life to protect her under him.

He was a genius with a mutated wind spiritual root, and he had a bright and glorious immortal path, but he died here before he even saw the magnificent scenery outside the sect.

Maybe Shen Qingqing was right to scold her in her previous life. She was a disaster star, and anyone who treated her well would not have a good ending.

Therefore, she cannot get love from others.

Tears fell one by one, rolled down his cheeks, and rolled into his collar. She stood there, staring blankly at him who was barely breathing. Although he didn't even sob, she couldn't stop crying.

Hot, cold, stiff, trembling...

In a trance, she seemed to see again the day when her mother left her.

It was clearly an ordinary day, but it was so tragic that she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

Her frosty fingertips traced his handsome features bit by bit, and she said in a painful voice, "Don't do this to me...

"Don't do this to me, Xu Youan..."

Don't be like everyone else, because in the end, she is the only one who is abandoned.

The wind, carrying coolness and sunshine, came in from the window, like clouds and mist, like a floating gauze, slowly burying the two people in this world.

Dust rose in an instant and then fell in the boundless light and shadow.

The young man, whose consciousness was almost gone, seemed to feel the broken tears on his cheeks. His collapsed soul stagnated and he suddenly struggled violently, trying desperately to gather his soul again.

He wanted to wake up.

He couldn't bear to do that.

He couldn't bear to see his senior sister so sad for him.

He had clearly promised that he would never, ever leave her alone!

Senior sister!

Senior sister...

Senior sister...

The inherent rules of heaven and earth were constantly tearing at his remaining consciousness. In a daze, the time that belonged to him alone seemed to be rapidly reversed. The willow branches sprouted again, the spirit fish in the lake jumped out of the water again, and the spirit sea flowers blooming above the sea of ​​clouds once again fell in the wind.

Under the blossoming tree, someone gently nudged his shoulder and whispered his name.

"Junior brother, junior brother, wake up quickly, wake up quickly!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his face was pale, and he sat up all of a sudden, gasping for breath like a dying fish.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, making him shiver all over.

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

A familiar voice with a slight smile came from in front of him. He looked up blankly and saw an enlarged smiling face appear in front of him.

The breeze blew through her hair, revealing her extremely beautiful and bright eyes, which twinkled with the warmest smile.

Just like the original.

His heart suddenly tightened and tears suddenly fell from his eyes.

Stunned, he called out, "Senior Sister..."

The girl in front of him blinked in confusion, and then a slender white hand was placed on his forehead.

"I don't have a fever... Did you really have a nightmare? That's strange. Cultivators who have reached the foundation stage should rarely have dreams...

"What did you dream about? It was so horrible that you woke up crying to me. Didn't you hold my hand yesterday and tell me so many times, so seriously, that you're not a child anymore and I can't treat you like one? How come your true colors are revealed so quickly?"

Tears kept flowing. He came to his senses and didn't dare let his senior sister see him in such a miserable state. He hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeves, but the more he wiped, the more tears came, and the more painful it became.

Finally, he put down his soaked sleeves.

With red eyes, he hugged her tightly.

His body was shaking, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "I dreamed of something very terrible, very terrible, Senior Sister, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm really scared..."

He was afraid that she would disappear in front of him again.

He was afraid that he would die before he could save her.

He was afraid of so many things and was so vulnerable. How could he cry to her and gain a little sympathy from her?

If all this was just a fleeting moment, why would God be so cruel to him?!

He lives in this world just for a little bit of warmth. Is he so unforgivable?

The person whose waist was being hugged paused for a moment, then hugged him even tighter.

Just as she was in my memory.

The voice was soft, like flowers falling from the spiritual sea.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a dream, just a dream. Senior Sister is here. She will accompany you and will never let anyone bully you. Don't be afraid..."

"The sect is here, Zhenfeng is here, Senior Sister is here, we are all here."

In the Yellow Millet Dream, Zhuangzi and the butterfly, which is real? Which is fake?

He just wanted to know that no matter which one, his senior sister was really there.