Chapter 110
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Anger, taught to him? A lot of knowledge.
However, there was an Immemorial Demon Soul, whose obsession had not been extinguished, following him? After being entangled for half a night, it was clearly about to dissipate, but it still had an agitated expression. Stubbornly insisting? Imparting a Demon Sect technique to him?
Just him? Had he already promised himself? His master, in this life? Would not go astray from the Demon Sect, even if it was him? In private, he had made some arrangements behind his master's back, but he would not really cultivate any Demon Sect techniques.
Now, it was already very good.
Above the stairs to heaven, the position of the sun and moon was constant.
Up? At the beginning? At first, only the stars and moon could be seen. The higher up, through the clouds, one could gradually see the blazing sun.
Shen Shu realized that since? He was about to reach the exit.
At this moment? There were no longer stone steps under his feet, but cloud ladders.
The surrounding white clouds were immersed in the orange-red sunlight. The sunlight was blazing.
… Was this the floating cloud summit?
Even if he was about to succeed? Shen Shu was still cautious.
Okay? Had his master taught him this principle before?
Among the clouds, a huge sea of flowers suddenly appeared in front of him.
Under the orange-red sunlight, the boundless flowers bloomed and swayed. It was so beautiful that it was like a dream.
The curling sound of a zither could be heard.
The sound of the zither was cold, as if it swept past the flowing water, the mountains, the snowy plains, and the sea of forests. The gentle wind, from? From the distant realm.
Lonely, but gentle.
So familiar.
Shen Shu was in a daze for a moment. Remember? Over the years, countless afternoons, he? Sitting in the study, looking at the person sitting in front of the zither table, his long eyelashes drooping, his white hands playing the zither.
Was that him? The peaceful years that he cherished so much.
If he could, he? If he wanted to sit there and listen to the zither, he could listen to it for a lifetime.
A gentle breeze blew in his face, bringing with it the intoxicating fragrance of flowers.
It could not wake him up. Instead, it made him more and more … immersed in the sweet fragrance.
The sound of the zither lingered in his ears.
However, the fragrance slowly changed.
Him? He seemed to smell the fragrance of apricot flowers.
Light, slightly sweet, faintly discernible.
Him? He opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a wooden roof.
Him? He closed his eyes.
How many? Where does this apricot blossom come from? Floating in from the window and landing on him? The side of his neck.
It was very light. It was very soft.
Him? From? Crawl out of the hard wooden bed? He came and looked around in confusion.
Where did the warm sunlight come from? Sunlight shone in through the window. Everything in the room seemed familiar yet strange.
Wooden tables, stools, stoves, and chopping boards in the corner? The bamboo basket was filled with dried apricot blossoms, as well as tools such as choppers and shovels. Was he the one in the inner room? She slept on this bed.
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