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Yun Hao followed Xie Cangchuan back to the valley, and met Di Tang (the person in the memory of Wen Sitian, the second senior sister) who was lying in front of the valley.
When Rong Wan and Qi Bishu entered Wen Sitian's memory, what they saw was that she fell in love with a man in the pharmacy, and she was highly poisoned in order to detoxify that man.
But who knew that after the man Di Tang woke up, he decided that the one who saved him was the jewel of another sect.
So when she was poisoned and desperate, the man sold her to a brothel.
In the end, she escaped by herself, met Jun Yujun, and began to practice.
The second sister used to be a small medical officer in the medical hall, but now she has started to practice the most tragic fire spells, probably for revenge.
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But now, the dying Di Tang has come all the way, wanting to see Wen Sitian for the last time.
The truth of the year was revealed.
It turned out that at that time Wen Sitian suffered internal injuries first, and Di Tang had to give Wen Sitian his elixir belonging to the Chiyue clan, which caused the curse to take effect. And for Wen Sitian's sake, he alerted his clansmen who had been chasing him for many years.
Wen Sitian didn't know, but thought that his face was getting paler and he was poisoned, and he was still trying to recuperate him, reading medical books until late at night.
Di Tang couldn't bear to tell her that this curse could not be solved.
He is ill, and there is no way to protect Wen Sitian.
And the clansmen came after him again, so he had to promise to return to the clan, on the condition of marrying a clan woman, so that the clansmen would let Wen Sitian go and not retrieve the elixir in Wen Sitian's body.
In addition, he also knew that he would die sooner or later, so he would rather Wen Sitian hate himself than Wen Sitian would die for himself.
But at the same time, his fiancée still wanted to kill Wen Sitian, so he could only pretend to send Wen Sitian to a brothel in front of the Chiyue people, but in fact there were people who had arranged for her to send her out.
——Wen Sitian thought she was poisoned, but she was not. It was Tang Di who poisoned her, and it wasn't poison, it was just her reaction after she got the elixir.
In the end, there was a trick and asked his own people to rescue Wen Sitian, but among the clansmen, Wen Sitian was dead.
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At this time, the Di Tang that Xie Cangchuan and Yun Hao saw, although only in his early twenties, was already terminally ill.
He is already dying, and he doesn't know when he will close his eyes. Before he dies, he wants to see the girl of the past again.
And he saw that Wen Sitian has been living quietly in the Valley of the King of Medicine all these years, and has been with the person who rescued her from the brothel.
Di Tang saw it, smiled wryly, and turned away without disturbing him.
Another three years passed, and Qi Bishu gradually lost contact with Yun Hao, Xie Cangchuan and others.
He had already ascended, and he should have gone to the sky to report, but he didn't. He treasured Rong Wan's corpse and lived in seclusion in the mountains.
Three years ago, he took out a small piece of the holy lotus from the top of Baixue Mountain every day, refining it with the blood of his heart, and feeding it to Rong Wan.
Originally, he thought that this would be the case in this life. He carefully protected the body of his master, and recalled the past to the master who would never wake up.
But never expected.
This day, when he came back after cooking the herbs, he saw the person on the bed move.
What died was the soul of the original owner of Lord Xun Yu. After three years of wandering, Rong Wan finally found his way home. It was all to blame for Qi Bishu, who didn't stay in Yaowang Valley or Feiyu Mountain. He's been looking for so long.
Qi Bishu's medicine bowl almost fell, and flew towards it, rubbed her eyes with red eyes, and called out in disbelief, "...Master?"
He was afraid that he was dreaming, but after an unknown amount of time, the person in his arms gradually became warmer, and his eyelids closed.
A pale and thin hand lifted up, and wiped away the tears from his eyes with a familiar tenderness.