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Shen Bi Ru was sitting at a table in front of the window, embroidering. The warm sunlight shone through the window onto Shen Bi Ru's feet.

When Pu Mingjie entered the room, Ping'er was cleaning the room. Seeing Pu Mingjie enter, she went out.

When Shen Bi Ru saw Pu Mingjie quickly stand up from his seat, a knowing smile appeared on her face. "You're back."

"Right." Pu Mingjie was at a loss for words when he saw his beautiful and virtuous wife. He had thought about leaving for three days, but there were some things that he had to do personally. He loved Bi Ru, and seeing her would give him a sense of safety.

Pu Mingjie walked towards Shen Bi Ru and gently hugged her. His empty heart was finally filled, "Bi Ru, I'm sorry."

"As long as you are by my side." Shen Bi Ru exhaled heavily as she leaned her chin on the man's shoulder. The man's shoulder gave her a sense of security. The former miserable Wandering had found his resting place.

Park Mingjie gently released the wife in his arms, trying to take off her coat. The virtuous wife was about to take off her husband's clothes, but the husband tightly held his wife's hand, no.

"I'll go and see Mother." After speaking, Pu Mingjie turned around and left.

There was a trace of panic in his eyes. He could not let his beloved wife know his secret. He loved his wife. He could not let her know everything about him.

Large patches of pale green in the bamboo sea. With a gust of wind, rustling sounds came from the bamboo forest. All the ends of the pillars fell down in one direction like a river, and the leaves turned white. Occasionally, birds would fly out of the bamboo forest and back into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo house within the bamboo forest was abnormally quiet, and only the sound of the wind could be heard.

In the house.

A beautiful girl leisurely walked out from the white veil.

"Father." The beautiful lady walked to the side of the herbalist who was busy arranging herbs. The white, thin clothes fluttered in the wind that came through the cracks in the room.

"Ying'er, why don't you take a rest? It's too tiring outside." The Meditation Master advised his daughter.

Ying'er, who stood at the side, was also Yu Jiao. She stopped talking.

The potion master, who was busy, raised her head and looked at her daughter's burnt face. It was a form of internal condemnation.

"Ying'er, what's wrong?" Looking at her daughter, who was extremely worried, the alchemist asked anxiously. Her daughter must have suffered outside. It was hard for her to bear so much at such a young age. Even if she wanted to, she could, at least, be unwilling. Now that she was older than she was, she felt even more heartache when she looked at her father. All of this was caused by hatred.

Ying'er looked out the window at the bamboo forest, looking at the bamboo leaves that were falling down from the sky. "Watch as Li Li An descends from above, but is unable to kill him." Ying'er said guiltily. Seeing her enemy unable to avenge her in front of her was such a painful thing. It was as if something was spurring on her body.

At this moment, she seemed so frail.

"Dad, am I called Yan Wenying?" Ying'er looked at her father with eyes full of longing.

"Yeah, why do you ask? You are in a hurry yourself. " The herbalist felt his daughter's question was weird. She only remembered his name when he brought her back from the rainstorm, but now she asked this strange question.

"He calls me Yinzi." Yan Wenying looked at her father, who had a head full of white hair.

"Yinzi?" The medicine master was even more confused, he didn't know what his daughter was talking about.

"He didn't move when my knife went into his chest. He called me Yukiko." Yan Wenying recalled the scene from that night in the dilapidated hall, "Dad, the way he looked at me was so kind. Father, when you brought me back, did I still have family members? " Family, this was Yan Wenying's first reaction as she recalled the man's eyes.

"Family? I didn't. When I brought you back, you were the only one standing in the torrential rain. At that time, you were completely drenched while standing in the torrential rain and crying." The Meditation Master thought back to the rainy day 16 years ago.

"But how did he see me call out the English word?" Yan Wenying tried her best to recall that night. "He looks at my hand." Yan Wenying quickly rolled up the sleeve of her left hand, revealing a birthmark the size of a copper coin. "Could it be this birthmark?" He muttered to himself.

"You said he knows this birthmark?" "Then do you know his name?"

"I don't know. Li Li An told me to snatch that 'Butterfly's Dew'. We followed Pu Mingjie to find him, but we don't know his background. But his martial arts are powerful, so we are no match for him." Yan Wenying said.

"< Deal of the Butterfly > is an evil art. Li Li Li An is indeed vicious. If you obtain this secret manual, you can only cause harm to even more people." In their eyes, "Deal with the Butterfly" was only a malicious work. The bloody rain and wind that Mo Yi caused in the martial arts world was known by the entire martial arts world, and so was this Godly Doctor Chang'an who roamed the martial arts world.

"This secret manual is an evil trick?" Yan Wenying asked.

"Back then, the disciple Mo Yi of the Yellow Mountain Old Man Feng Mingzi secretly learned the? The Butterfly's Deal? that he created, but accidentally went berserk. Mo Yi had set off a bloody storm in the martial arts world, killing innocent people everywhere and committing countless evil deeds. Mo Yi had set off a bloody storm in the martial arts world, killing innocent people everywhere and committing many evil deeds. "Later on, Feng Mingzi killed his evil disciple with his own hands, and according to the legends in the martial world, Feng Mingzi destroyed this secret manual and fell off the cliff himself." The old man recalled.

Yan Wenying suddenly froze when she heard her father's words, "A move as light as a butterfly? In other words, that person's martial arts skills are also this "Deal with the Butterfly". "

"As long as it doesn't bring harm to Wu Lin ?" She sighed and looked out at the bamboo forest swaying in the wind.

The wind from the bamboo window lifted their hair.

Occasionally, the chirping of birds could be heard in the bamboo forest.