Dressed as a beautiful, strong and miserable master in the text of master and apprentice

Chapter 67

In his sleep, Sima Yan seemed to dream again of the night when he and his master celebrated the New Year in Jinguan City when he was young.

Only this time, he took Master's hand.

He opened his eyes, and the people in the hall went to the empty building, and the sleep aid incense left a faint fragrance in the air, and the dim room was also very suitable for sleeping.

He took off the blanket on his body and smiled slightly. This child, in order to let him sleep comfortably, has also taken great pains.

He got up and recalled the scene in his dream again. He was in a trance for a moment. When he looked up, he saw the white crane mask hanging in the center of the hall.

He protected this mask very well, but after a long time, the color on the mask has faded a little, not as bright as he remembered.

"Master." He murmured to himself in a low voice, he sometimes doubted that maybe that day at the gate of Jiangling City, he never rode his horse, and he never bumped into a fairy sister.

He doesn't even have any master. For so many years, from the beginning to the end, he may be the only one.

But the mask in his hand reminded him of the truth of that night in Jinguan City, and the letter in his hand reminded him of the truth of Yun Yihuan, and even his grandfather who lived longer than his father.

He once met a stunningly talented person, but lost it again.

He won't be able to find it in this life, and he can only live on his memories.

He opened the window, the cold wind poured in, he coughed a few times, and muttered to himself, it's time to burn incense.

He has always been the only one who comes down from the underground palace. In the past, he would also bring the prince here, but it was only so that the prince could continue to worship Yun Yihuan in the future.

On the long and narrow cableway, he stumbled and walked alone. He walked and stopped for almost half an hour before reaching the center of the underground palace.

There is a tall statue in the center, and a long table is placed at the foot of the statue. There are two tablets on the table, one with a name and one with no name.

He prepared this unnamed tablet for himself. He was afraid that his descendants would not enshrine Yun Yihuan in the future, so he deliberately put his father and his tablet here together, so that when they enshrine them in the future, they will naturally enshrine Yun Yihuan .

He straightened his body, adjusted his appearance, and offered incense to Yun Yihuan and his father.

He sat in the underground palace for half the night, and came out of the underground palace in the second half of the night.

The palace people around him have long been used to it, and he would go to the underground palace to stay for a long time every day before coming out.

"Your Majesty, do you want to take a rest?" the people from Dagong reminded Sima Yan when he saw that Sima Yan was not looking well.

Sima Yan waved his hand, "No, go to court."

Dagong was beating drums in his heart, the emperor's complexion looked bad, but he couldn't disobey the emperor, he could only follow orders.

Before Sima Yan's guard of honor took a few steps, Sima Yan on the sedan chair passed out completely.

The Omiya people saw it, and jumped up anxiously, "Hurry up and get the imperial doctor!!!"

A group of people hurriedly carried Sima Yan back to the palace to settle down, and the people in the palace ordered people to invite the prince in time.

The prince and the imperial doctor arrived almost at the same time. The prince's eyes were red, and he looked at the inner room worriedly, but he was afraid of disturbing the imperial doctor's diagnosis, so he could only watch from a distance.

When the imperial doctor came out, the prince hurriedly surrounded him and asked, "Doctor Huang, how is my father?"

Doctor Huang shook his head, with a sad expression on his face, "Your Majesty... I'm afraid it's going to be bad..."

"What???" The crown prince refused to believe it, "Do you have a wrong diagnosis, imperial doctor? You should take a look!"

Doctor Huang sighed deeply, he was willing, but he was wrong in his judgment!

The prince actually knew in his heart that his father's body might not be able to hold on anymore.

"Host, Sima Yan is going to die."

Yun Yihuan opened her eyes in surprise and asked, "What? Didn't I leave him a pill that can increase his lifespan by 500 years?"

"He's useless."

Yun Yihuan fell into silence, she didn't expect Sima Yan to refuse to use it, she remembered that mortals love to live a hundred years, let alone the supreme emperor in the world, there are many emperors in their mortal world begging for immortality and medicine, he has a real Why is the elixir refused to use?

The image of Sima Yan suddenly came alive in her mind, a young man in red in full bloom.

"System, I want to check it out."

"I can take the host there."

"Let's go." When Yun Yihuan arrived, there were people kneeling on the ground in the hall. She looked towards the bed, and couldn't believe that the white-haired old man on the bed was the young man in red in full bloom in her memory.

But in just 20 years, how did Sima Yan become like this?
She picked up the curtain and poked her head to see, she cast a spell, only Sima Yan could see and hear her.

"Sima Yan? Sima Yan?"

Sima Yan felt someone calling him in his sleep, the voice was cold and recognizable, it seemed to be someone he was very familiar with.

Who is it?He was thinking in a daze!

Master? !Is it Master? !

He gained strength in an instant, opened his eyes, and the light came into his eyes again, but it was a little blurry, and after a while, he saw Yun Yihuan who was right beside him.

"Master...Master." Sima Yan struggled to get up, but quickly wanted to hide under the blanket.

I haven't seen him for 20 years, Master's face has not changed, but he is dying, how does he accept this, he wants to hide himself, so as not to destroy the handsome and handsome self in Master's eyes.

The white-haired old man in front of him is not him!

"What are you hiding?" Yun Yi sighed happily, "Sima Yan, why did you do this? Why didn't you take the elixir I gave you?"

Sima Yan's heart turned cold when he heard the first sentence, the master still didn't understand him, why did he hide?

He gradually loosened the quilt, revealing his face, just staring at Yun Yihuan obsessively.

"Master." Every word he opened his mouth to say was extremely difficult.

"I'm here." Yun Yihuan sighed, couldn't bear to see him like this, and sent some spiritual energy to him to make him feel better.

Sima Yan felt that his whole body was much relieved, Fang opened his mouth and said slowly, "Master, I have done everything you told me to do. Master, I have been a good emperor in my life, right?"

He thought of something else, and lowered his head with a smile, "It's just that people always say that they have no heirs, but Master, I have dedicated my whole life to being a good emperor. There is only a little freedom in this criterion, and I want to keep it. for myself."

"Master. I didn't expect you to come to see me. I'm really happy." Sima Yan looked at her and whispered, "Master, actually I've always wanted to call you Sister Fairy."

"In my heart, you have always been my fairy sister."

Sima Yan's old man's words always make people feel awkward, but the serious expression on his face makes people feel distressed and want to cry.

Yun Yihuan felt a little sad, she never thought that Sima Yan would do this for her.

Seeing that Sima Yan was about to be out of breath again, she wanted to help him, but Sima Yan refused.

He slowly closed his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and fell asleep.

Yun Yihuan sat for a long time, watching the people under the palace crying bitterly, but she didn't understand why these people were crying?
She looked up, and the white crane mask in the center of the hall was looking at her in a daze.

Yun Yihuan took a second look at this mask, and it looked familiar.

Forget it, maybe the masks in the world are similar.

(End of this chapter)