Dear readers, please take note that the ending is split into three parts. There is a middle part at the beginning, otherwise, it will be baffling.
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Three hundred meters below the ice cave, it was a little messy. There were traces of smashing on a huge rock. Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed as she ran up again.
Ice and snow danced under her feet, as if following a long snowy dragon. However, when she was near the peak, the dragon suddenly disappeared.
Meng Fuyao stopped.
She raised her head and looked at the top of the mountain, looking at that strange hole, her eyes instantly filled with incomparable pain.
Indeed … it was that ice cave …
Indeed … there was that ice cave …
Before she saw the ice mountain, she was still able to deceive herself that everything she saw in the Heaven Domain was just an illusion that was often used in formations and might not be real. After she saw the ice mountain, she was still deceiving herself that maybe it was just similar. After all, the snowy mountains in the Extreme North all looked the same.
However, when this unique ice hole appeared, her heart was instantly pierced as well.
Blood dripped.
It wasn't an illusion … it wasn't an illusion …
It was real, it was real … it was real …
Although her imagination and guesses were clear, they couldn't withstand the sudden burst of pain when they were confirmed. She staggered on the ground. A top-notch expert who was standing well actually almost fell down for no reason.
Zhan Beiye wanted to help her, but she gently pushed him away and looked up at the hole.
One step away felt like ten thousand miles.
For a moment, she was actually afraid.
She was afraid that the last scene was real. She was afraid that those words would play out in front of her. She was afraid that after she broke through the Fourth Realm and rushed over to save him, she would be separated forever.
How could she bear it? How could she bear it?
She stood in the icy wind, her fluttering hair instantly forming countless ice shards. They rustled, as if her heart was rubbing against each other.
Her fingers curled into her palms, her nails digging into them, silently creating crescent-shaped blood marks. The moonlight on the horizon was like blood, reflecting one's thoughts.
Meng Fuyao finally moved.
She didn't rush like a meteor anymore. Instead, she slowly walked up step by step.
She walked a little stiffly, but very steadily. She had to stabilize herself first, otherwise, she was afraid that with her anxiety and anxiety, she would accidentally lose her footing.
It took her a quarter of an hour to walk the short distance.
Then she saw the ice cave.
He saw the rack in the ice cave.
He saw the wind passing through the ice cave, knocking against the chains on the scaffold, making a clear and cold sound.
But he didn't see the person he wanted to see but was afraid to see.
Meng Fuyao walked over gently. Just as she reached the front of the ice cave, she was shaken by the piercing wind from the sky.
In an instant, she felt as if the wind had passed through all the cells in her body, turning all her hot blood into cold. Even her heart had been secretly replaced by a handful of ice and snow.
That biting cold was indescribable, causing Meng Fuyao, who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, to lose all her warmth in an instant. She was caught off guard by the cold.
She stared blankly at the wind. Her heart was even colder than at this moment. So cold … so cold …
Then, she turned her gaze and shook it again.
She saw the hole through which the scaffold had passed, and the chains behind it, and the layers of old and new blood that had frozen over the scaffold and the chains, and the stained and dazzling red that was everywhere.
The dark red blood gathered on the chains and in the hole, maintaining a dripping posture. It was frozen there for eternity, as if it wanted to use this state to permanently preserve everything that a person had suffered.
For her, everything that she had suffered.
Meng Fuyao looked at the blood for a long time. She saw the pale face, the empty expression, the broken heart, the hidden stars, the flying snow that filled the sky, flying away without a trace on the peak of the Evergreen God Mountain.
After a long time, she reached out and slowly touched the red ice.
When her fingers touched the blood ice, tears flowed down her face.
The warmth of her fingers and the scorching heat of her tears slowly melted the blood ice, dripping into her palm. She hugged the rack as if she was hugging a person's leg and slowly knelt down as if she had lost all her strength.
She pressed her face against the Cold Iron's dark red blood, letting her tears flow silently.
Wuji … Wuji …
You said that your master doted on you and that you would have no worries.
You said that you would wait for my arrival and that you would definitely prepare wine and a banquet.
Now that I'm here, where are you?
Where is the master of the Nine Elements Hall who promised me good wine and a guest from afar?
You lied to me about the path ahead of me being peaceful. You lied to me about preparing wine and a banquet. However, what awaits me now is a high peak that reaches the sky, bone-piercing ice and snow, a blood-stained rack, and a prison that is in a mess.
You lied to me … you lied to me …
The blood and tears that surged from the bottom of her heart were torrential. This cry seemed to want to shed all the tears of her life, to turn all the love in this life into an endless torrent, mixed with his blood. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, past the torture rack, out of the ice cave, and down the snow-white mountain peak thousands of feet high where birds had no way to escape.
She no longer screamed, no longer went crazy, and no longer made a sound. However, such silent tears of grief had the power to shatter, causing the heaven and earth to be silent, not daring to disturb.
The icy wind whistled and the crescent moon was faint. It shone on the slender woman on the peak, hugging the rack tightly and kneeling in the ice and snow. It shone on her silent tears for a long time. Her tears flowed endlessly from her tightly shut eyes, mixing with the melted blood. The moment they fell, they turned into pink ice beads and scattered silently between heaven and earth.
After a long time, Meng Fuyao slowly got up.
When she got up, her hand twitched and a faint tearing sound could be heard. Her palm that was the first to touch the ice was stuck by the ice, tearing off a layer of skin.
Fresh blood dripped down and mixed with the blood ice. Meng Fuyao looked at her bloody palm indifferently. She did not feel any pain. Compared to the overwhelming pain in her heart at this moment, any kind of pain did not exist.
The blood that dripped from her palm and the blood ice condensed together, flickering with a faint red light under the moonlight.
From now on, her blood would stay on the peak of the Nine Heavens and mix with his, never to be separated again.
Very good, very good.
The blood that was melted by her was dark and bright. Meng Fuyao lowered her head to look at it and confirmed that it was fresh blood.
In other words, he was still here recently.
Then, where did he go now?
Meng Fuyao clenched her fists, not daring to let herself think about the long period of time he was heavily injured and locked here, suffering from the icy wind day and night. Nine months … nine months … 270 days and nights that were worse than death. What kind of bone-piercing and bone-piercing torture was that?
She pressed her chest and forced herself to think about more important things, such as whether he was really alive or not.
The only person who knew whether he was alive or not was probably that person.
Meng Fuyao turned around calmly and did not look back again. She calmly went down the mountain.
In her overly calm eyes, there was a kind of frightening determination and decisiveness. Zhan Bei Ye, who had been standing silently at the side, was shocked. He reached out to pull her and help her bandage her injured palm. However, Meng Fuyao turned sideways and swept past him like a wandering soul, floating down like a wandering soul.
Although she was like the wind and lightning when she went up the mountain, she was careful to keep her figure in check. When she went down the mountain, she was very relaxed and gracious.
She floated down the Sky Reaching Peak and toward the Evergreen Temple. She walked straight to the tall and incomparably tall city wall and reached out to knock on the door.
Zhan Beiye shot over like lightning and pulled her back. "Fuyao, you …"
"Meng Fuyao seeks an audience with the Temple Master of Evergreen!" Meng Fuyao let him pull her back but suddenly spoke.
The moment she opened her mouth, her voice was clear and loud. Using all her True Qi, her voice spread out and reverberated throughout the Evergreen Mountain Range.
Seeking an audience with the Temple Master of Evergreen, seeking an audience with the Temple Master of Evergreen, seeking an audience with the Temple Master of Evergreen …
Her voice was so loud and imposing that even a mouse hiding at the foot of the mountain would be awakened, let alone the entire Evergreen Temple.
Zhan Beiye sighed. At this point, it was useless to stop her. Once Meng Fuyao had made up her mind, no one could stop her.
Before ascending the Sky Reaching Peak, she had been careful with every step, hoping to rescue Zhangsun Wuji without alerting the Evergreen Temple. Now that Zhangsun Wuji had disappeared, she had no choice but to take large strides forward and face the world's most mysterious and powerful man.
Meng Fuyao's heart was filled with no fear.
She raised her head and used her True Energy to transmit her voice far and wide. From now on, she would no longer be sneaky. She was someone who came to the Evergreen Divine Palace openly to pay her respects. She was someone who had passed the Four Realms. As for whether or not someone wanted to kill her, she didn't know and didn't care.
The Evergreen Temple stood silently in the midst of the world's strongest woman's clear voice, as if shocked by her supreme courage. Without a word, Meng Fuyao stepped forward and kicked the snow-white gate of the Evergreen Temple.
With a loud bang, Meng Fuyao's foot left a deep imprint on the indestructible gate made of special materials.
For the first time in hundreds of years, the Evergreen Temple, which was a sacred ground worshipped by everyone, had its gate kicked.
This kick was equivalent to stomping on Palace Master Chang Qing's face.
The silence was broken, and the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard in the city. Then, the gate, which was dozens of feet tall, suddenly opened.
Starlight shone down on the palace, and thousands of floors opened one after another.
When the door opened, countless pale blue lights lit up. They were suspended in the air like stairs, illuminating a long road. The white marble floor was like a long jade staircase that extended all the way up, as if it was going to reach the clouds.
At the end of the road, the towering hall was half hidden in the clouds. The dark green hall was enormous and magnificent. The clouds were mixed with a faint snowy aura, falling like hexagonal plum blossoms. In the depths of the clouds, there were faint blossoms like brocades. Tong Yun was light purple. In the cold white, it was gorgeous and beautiful.
It was hard to imagine how a place could maintain two different seasons. Or were those flowers just an illusion?
"The Temple Master summons Meng Fuyao …"
The long voice came from the middle of the temple, and no one knew where the voice came from.
Meng Fuyao only laughed mockingly and said indifferently, "You're putting on a good show."
She glanced at the side of the temple, glancing at the shadows of the lamps, and then strode in.
The ground was spotlessly white and covered with jade fragments. Meng Fuyao walked over and unceremoniously wiped her muddy and snow-stained boots clean.
There seemed to be many people in the dark corners of the temple, forming a pale green solemn and majestic formation. There were so many people, and even their breathing was orderly. It was obvious that they were well-trained, but Meng Fuyao didn't even glance at them.
Zhan Beiye didn't either. He only accompanied Meng Fuyao by her side, regardless of whether he was in heaven or hell.
If he didn't have a lifetime, a moment more would be good.
"What's the matter?" An old man in a pale green robe floated out from the end of the long stairs, looking graceful and ethereal as he lowered his gaze and asked.
Meng Fuyao raised her head and didn't stop walking. She said indifferently, "Are you the Temple Master?"
The old man said proudly, "I'm the seventh elder of the Yaksha Division."
"Never heard of you," Meng Fuyao replied indifferently and continued walking.
"Stop!" The Seventh Elder shouted angrily, his face ashen. "The Temple Master has already made an exception by allowing you to enter. How can you be so unruly and enter the Pope's Main Hall?"
"The Evergreen Temple's century-old rule." Meng Fuyao stood two steps below him and raised her head. Her gaze was like lightning, making it seem as if she was looking down on him. "Anyone who has passed the Fourth Realm is an honored guest of the Temple and has the Temple Master's promise to help them. Has the Temple Master forgotten this rule because no one has passed the Fourth Realm for so many years? Or is this attitude the Temple Master's way of welcoming an honored guest? "
The Seventh Elder was furious and said with a cold look, "What kind of honored guest are you? You demon —"
"Seventh Elder."
Suddenly, a faint voice was heard. He couldn't tell the age, emotion, or where it came from. It seemed to be close to his ear, but also seemed to be far away.
The voice wasn't loud and didn't have any majesty. The Seventh Elder immediately kept quiet, bowed, and retreated.
Meng Fuyao looked at the Main Hall in front of her. Her gaze was calm, and her raised chin was firm and delicate. In the dark green light, it was like a beautiful and thin jade knife.
At the top of the Main Hall, a figure in a golden robe slowly emerged from the shadows. His appearance was very strange. He didn't flash or move, as if he had been there from the beginning. Then, when the darkness was peeled away, a god-like golden body appeared.
"Meng Fuyao, what are you here for?"
You really know how to play dumb. I've been killed by you many times, and you still ask me what I'm here for?
Meng Fuyao smiled mockingly and said, "I'm here to ask the Temple Master to fulfill his promise."
The entire Temple Master was silent, and there was a cold and austere atmosphere in the silence. She didn't know where, but there was a faint sound, as if beautiful music was floating in the air.
The Temple Master's face was hidden in the shadows. He wore a golden mask with archaic features and a wide golden robe with black edges. His gaze was even calmer than hers. He looked at her for a long time. His gaze didn't look like he was looking at an enemy or a stranger. Instead, it looked like he was looking at something he deeply detested, struggling to break free from layers of encirclement and appearing in front of him.
However, after a long time, he said indifferently, "What do you want?"
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows.
She had made the right bet.
The old faker was indeed very concerned about his face.
She had bet that these fakers had always prioritized maintaining the dignity of the Pope and wouldn't be willing to break the rules of a hundred years in front of everyone. She had calmly asked the Temple Master to fulfill his promise in front of everyone, and the old man could only agree.
More importantly, her eyes flashed. In the shadows above the godly palace, behind Palace Master Evergreen, a bald, red head suddenly appeared. It was as round and smooth as the skin of an egg, shining brightly. He looked at her with a smile as if he was looking at his wife. It was Lei Dong, who had wanted to teach her a lesson in Fufeng but had been beaten back by her with little effort. In the end, they had formed a friendship.
Beside him was a middle-aged woman dressed in white. Her expression was calm and her complexion was as white as snow. The way she looked at Meng Fuyao wasn't as friendly as the old man Lei's. Instead, there was a hint of dissatisfaction.
Meng Fuyao had never seen this person before, but based on her feelings, she guessed that this should be Zong Yue's master, who had a good relationship with Lei Dong. After the trip to the Celestial Medicine Valley, she immediately thought of Zong Yue. How was he? Where was he now? Since his master had rushed over, he should be fine, right?
However, Gu Yidie's gaze was really unfriendly. Meng Fuyao thought miserably that she was actually a sinner.
Both Lei Dong and Gu Yidie had dealings with the Temple. Both of them were extremely prestigious seniors in the Five Continents. With them around, the Temple Master Chang Qing wouldn't dare to publicly renege on a debt.
The light purple Tong Flowers floated in front of the Nine Elements Great Hall. The Temple Master Chang Qing stood at the top of the jade steps and looked down at her from above. He saw that this woman's divine appearance was bright and her jade-white skin was slightly red. Although her temperament was slightly different from what he had imagined and was more brilliant, her graceful attitude was just like a graceful lotus flower.
Demonic lotus.
The love of the founder of the Temple was close to obsession. For this reason, he didn't hesitate to use his divine power and painstaking effort to cultivate it day and night. In the end, he went against the heavens and changed fate to cultivate it into a human body. The lotus flower in the palm.
She still came back.
The demon that almost destroyed the Temple hundreds of years ago had finally stepped onto the sacred land of the Evergreen Temple.
She said that she wanted to leave the Five Continents and return. Not to mention that he wasn't willing to send her away, even if he did, who could guarantee that she wouldn't come back again because of an opportunity? When that time came, he would no longer be in the Temple. Could it be that he would let this demon destroy the Temple again and cause chaos in the world?
Hundreds of years ago, because of her, the founder of the Temple almost self-destructed and almost destroyed the entire Temple. The great battle in the Soul Connecting Underground Palace almost killed most of the elites of the Temple. The founder, who had gone berserk, didn't have enough divine power and left behind a hidden danger for the Temple Masters of the Temple. A disaster that hadn't been eliminated until now was all because of her.
Now, how could he let her return to his side and reverse the rules and bewitch the masses?
He had devoted himself to cultivation for a hundred years and spent most of his life in seclusion. His cultivation was also the highest among all the Temple Masters. He originally thought that this could overcome the inadequacy and danger of the founder's divine power. He didn't expect that after painstaking efforts, he still couldn't escape from the fangs of fate.
That day, when he saw the pale green between her brows, his heart instantly turned into a pale green glass and fell to the ground.
Ascension … What ascension?
Who would have known that starting from the Ancestral Master, the Palace Masters of the Evergreen Palace would turn into demons generation after generation?
During the last month of Isolated Cultivation at Heaven Reaching Peak, the Eight Division Heavenly Kings had joined forces to imprison the Founding Patriarch. At that time, he was already the Devil King and no longer the God that the world worshipped.
This devil repented before his death and passed on his divine power to the next generation of Palace Masters. Who would have thought that the half-crazy power would be like a dangerous blade that lurked in the depths of the fates of each generation of Palace Masters? Sooner or later, when each generation of Palace Masters had the same ghastly green color as their ancestor, the day when they became a devil was not far away.
More than twenty years ago, the patriarch was reincarnated in the Everlasting Nation. He was happy, but also worried. He was happy because the person who started the trouble would end it. The reincarnation of the patriarch meant that the dark clouds that had been hanging above the Evergreen Divine Hall for hundreds of years could finally be dispelled. He was worried because if he encountered the evil lotus again, would history repeat itself?
He calculated every day, waiting for the monster to return to life. As expected, she returned.
However, even though he had already deduced her birth characters, he still couldn't find her.
But it was good that she had come on her own.
Only by subduing this monster's soul and keeping it under the underground palace would the nightmare that hung above the Evergreen Divine Hall end forever.
He had to kill her.
So what if she had a country? So what if she dared to send troops? In a country of divine authority, the loyalty of the people was unimaginable. No matter which country's army invaded, it would definitely be resisted by the people of Firmament.
As long as he was there, as long as the Evergreen Divine Hall existed, Firmament would never perish.
The Palace Master of Evergreen Divine Hall looked at Meng Fuyao with a cold gaze that was as calm as deep water.
These were the greatest secrets of the Evergreen Divine Hall for hundreds of years. Except for the Palace Masters, no one knew, and he never intended to let anyone know.
He should have had more chances to kill her, but there were many people and many things that were bothering him recently. He couldn't free himself, so he allowed her to come to him.
This was good too. It would be easier to deal with this.
"What do you want?" he looked at her and asked again.
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you want?
Meng Fuyao was in a daze for a moment.
Twenty-one years of suffering, twenty-one years of suffering, twenty-one years of hard work, twenty-one years of hard work, twenty-one years of sweat, blood, broken bones, and cracked hearts. Step by step, she struggled to move forward with blood and pain. She struggled to survive in the seven countries. She was on the brink of death countless times, and she fell into despair countless times. Her body was full of unspeakable pain and nightmarish perseverance.
Just for this one sentence: What do you want?
She had fantasized countless times. When she finally stepped into the Evergreen Divine Hall, when the Almighty asked her this question, she would resolutely, without hesitation, and loudly answer:
I want to go home!
She had sacrificed so much and walked through a painful journey that she couldn't bear to recall. She had no reason to give up at the last moment when she finally touched hope.
I want to go home.
She had shouted in her heart for twenty-one years. She had never wavered, changed, or gone astray despite all the hardships. Her dream had finally come true.
If she missed this day, not to mention all the hard work she had done in the past, she would never have another chance in the future.
This sentence came with too much difficulty, so much so that her whole body trembled when she thought of it.
She was indeed trembling. Her always calm and firm posture was like a deep current in still water. That kind of trembling seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, shaking the blood vessels in her entire body. Her teeth chattered up and down, producing a soft chattering sound.
Those old memories that she could never forget in her life rushed back to her in an instant.
The snow-white hospital … the haggard mother … the shabby house … the rape flowers outside the window …
The waiting on the hospital bed … the old fairy tale … the duckling on the cover … the hand that caressed the tattered pages with age spots …
Meng Fuyao suddenly knelt down.
She knelt on the ice-cold steps, leaned her body sideways, and respectfully kowtowed three times in a direction that was far away in time and space.
Then, she laid on the dust, her face pressed against the ice-cold jade steps. In that bone-chilling cold and sorrow, she said softly but calmly, "Please let Zhangsun Wuji go."
Please let Zhangsun Wuji go.
Tears slowly seeped out. Only one drop fell on the jade steps, sinking deep into the jade texture. That small patch of white was slightly deeper, like a scar that would never heal from being burned.
Mother, I'm sorry.
In life, there are many things that are more important than one's own wishes. Those deep love and fulfilment, those tolerance and abandonment, those sacrifices and understanding, those easy throws and hard work to fight for, those are the most precious things that are written in my journey of blood and tears. They will always shine brightly and illuminate my path forward.
Without them, without them, I wouldn't have been able to walk to where I am now. When I thought of walking alone without any worries, I unknowingly carried the sacrifice and sacrifice of countless people.
My life was shaped by them. My life was given by them. My path was paved by them with their lives. My scars were sewn and mended by them with their own blood and sweat.
Now, it is no longer possible for me to cast away those imprints that are carved in my life and blood.
Those are the light and shadow that is reflected in my life's path. They seem weak and powerless, but there is no power that can wipe them away.
Forgive, me.
She lay on the steps. Just those few words had already exhausted the greatest amount of strength in her life.
The surroundings were silent. Faint purple Tung Flowers slowly fell, and the wind was filled with endless sweet fragrance. However, it couldn't hide the difficulty of making a choice and the sorrow of giving up.
There was a hint of astonishment in the voice of the Palace Master Chang Qing. His gaze in the shadows became even colder.
"Zhangsun Wuji is a disciple of my Hall. What does it have to do with you?"
Meng Fuyao straightened her back and stared at him. She said word by word, "This. Is. My. Wish."
Hallmaster Chang Qing was silent. After a while, he said, "This person is about to die. There is no way to save him."
Meng Fuyao swayed, but immediately said, "Save him!"
"What right do you have to ask for this?" Hallmaster Chang Qing looked at her indifferently. "Did I agree to two of your requests?"
"Don't you just want my life?" Meng Fuyao smiled sadly. She stood up and spread her hands. "I'll exchange, okay?"
"Fuyao!" Zhan Beiye shouted and rushed forward like a gust of wind.
Meng Fuyao raised her hand and placed a dagger on her neck.
"Don't come up. Otherwise, I'll definitely die faster than you run."
Zhan Beiye froze, his face pale. His clothes fluttered in the absence of wind. Lei Dong frowned as he watched. Gu Yidi sighed softly.
"Stop beating around the bush." Meng Fuyao walked forward slowly. "Since I kicked down your door, I don't plan to walk out of here alive. You can have me pay with my life or use me for other purposes. As long as you let Zhangsun Wuji go, I'll let you do whatever you want to me."
Hallmaster Chang Qing looked at her deeply. This woman was determined and fearless. He had used his divine power to threaten her, but she didn't change her expression at all. It was because of this that he couldn't let her live.
"Why would I want your life?" After a while, he said coldly, "Wuji is the Holy Lord of my temple and doesn't need you to save him. However, he has committed a serious crime and should be executed. Since you've made this wish, I'll follow the rules. Anyone who makes a wish in the Evergreen Temple must leave behind something of theirs. Go and make your choice."
With a wave of his hand, the temple behind him suddenly lit up. A yellow silk curtain appeared, and behind it was a golden eight-dragon cauldron. The cauldron spun slowly on its frame, and each dragon had a ferocious mouth.
"You have eight choices. Go and make your choice," Hallmaster Chang Qing said indifferently. "It depends on your luck."
"I'll go and choose!" Zhan Beiye suddenly shouted from behind. "I'll take it on her behalf!"
Hallmaster Chang Qing waved his sleeves, and Zhan Beiye was immediately stopped on the stairs. Without a word, he unsheathed his sword and slashed at the void that was blocking him. His sword light smoothly passed through the layer of obstruction. Overjoyed, he went forward again. However, while his sword light could pass through, he couldn't.
Zhan Beiye was filled with anger. With a swoosh, he changed the direction of his sword light and slashed at Hallmaster Chang Qing's head.
Palace Master Chang Qing frowned as he looked at Zhan Beiye. With a wave of his golden sleeves, a faint green light flashed. His fingers had already caught the tip of Zhan Beiye's sword, which was as swift as the wind. With a gentle shake, he sent Zhan Beiye flying until he was in front of Lei Dong. He said faintly, "Brother Lei, please take care of your disciple."
Lei Dong reached out and caught Zhan Beiye. He gave him a look and said, "Hallmaster, don't bully him too much. Otherwise, I won't be able to bear it."
"As I said, it's all up to her, but it depends on her luck." Hallmaster Chang Qing's expression didn't change. "If she's lucky, it's possible that she won't be hurt at all."
At this point, the Evergreen Temple didn't do anything wrong, so Lei Dong and the rest couldn't do anything. Meng Fuyao smiled and looked at Zhan Beiye. "Your Majesty … You're very good … but … I'm sorry."
Zhan Beiye, who was staring at her, suddenly turned his head when he heard this sentence.
The moment he turned his head, a droplet of water flew across the air and landed on the pillar around the temple.
Men don't cry because they haven't been hurt yet.
Zhan Beiye thought that he had suffered enough in his life. In those glorious but lonely days, in the silent night, he missed her deeply in his bones. In the midst of the chase, he gradually understood the despair. Even when he knew that the chase was painful, he did not hesitate to add to the pain and deepen his heartache.
He thought that he was so tough that he could withstand all kinds of pain and torment. Only now did he realize that there was no limit to pain in the world.
Fuyao …
Why do you need to say this?
You've never wronged Zhan Beiye.
What Zhan Beiye was truly afraid of was never that he couldn't have you.
… I'm only afraid that you won't be happy, that you won't live a long life.
= = =
Meng Fuyao looked away and smiled gently. She walked up the stairs briskly and stood in front of the golden cauldron.
The hall was hazy, and other than the golden eight-dragon cauldron, she couldn't see anything else. However, she vaguely felt as if someone was looking at her from the shadows, but when she raised her eyes to search, she couldn't see anything.
She thought for a moment and asked, "I want to give you something, but how can you make me believe that you'll fulfill your promise and won't let my sacrifice be in vain?"
"I'm a man of my word. How can I go back on my words?" Temple Master Chang Qing replied coldly.
"I've never believed in frauds." Meng Fuyao's reply was even colder than his.
Temple Master Chang Qing looked at her indifferently … It was better to make her die willingly than to kill her. Otherwise, the resentment of such a demon before her death might cause trouble.
"I swear on the Evergreen Temple's existence and the glory of eternity." After a while, he raised his hand and pressed his finger against the eyes of the flying dragon in front of the Nine Elements Temple. "I'll fulfill my promise. If I go back on my word, I'll suffer and fall into the Chaos Hell forever."
"You should be in hell," Meng Fuyao said indifferently. She turned to look at the dragon's open mouth. What would be taken out if she reached her hand in? Would she lose her eyes? Her voice? Her health? Or …
She glanced at Temple Master Chang Qing's face and then looked in a certain direction. She seemed to have understood something and suddenly laughed mockingly.
There was no need to choose.
The choice wasn't so gentle.
She slowly retracted her hand that was about to touch the golden eight-dragon cauldron and said, "What's there to choose?"
"Hmm?" Temple Master Chang Qing's face was pale gold, and a green aura rose between his brows. It was bright and dim, looking very strange.
"The only thing I can give you is this body of hot blood." Meng Fuyao slapped the cauldron flat and turned to look at him with a cold smile. "I won't give you anything else."
"How can you go back on your word!" Temple Master Chang Qing raised his eyebrows. "What do I need your blood for?"
"If you don't want it, I'll have to take your blood!"
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
A fiery red lotus suddenly bloomed between heaven and earth!
A brilliant light poured out of the temple like a cover!
Two loud sounds rang out at the same time, accompanied by two rays of light that swept through the temple. The previously hazy temple instantly lit up, illuminating two figures that appeared at the same time.
One was Meng Fuyao. She reached out and tore the silk curtain. With a ripping sound, she grabbed a heavy cauldron and threw it at Temple Master Chang Qing. The jade-white and slightly red light in her palm flew, reflecting her awe-inspiring beauty.
The other was Di Feitian. He blasted the Nine Elements Temple with a palm and barged in with a fierce and elegant demeanor. With his other hand, he dragged many people, not letting them leave or get close to him. He smiled casually and said, "At least you're smart. You didn't fall for this evil guy's trick."
He held a man in blue with one hand, and the two of them seemed to be palming each other. The long hair behind his head fluttered as if it had a life of its own, guiding countless grayish-black shadows that entangled a group of people in different colors.
Meng Fuyao didn't recognize these people, but Lei Dong was a little jealous. This Di Feitian was really mystical. With his strength alone, he was entangled with most of the Heavenly King Elders of Temple Master Chang Qing!
A white rainbow streaked across the sky, so sharp that it seemed to split the entire temple. Meng Fuyao's attack was filled with killing intent, but Temple Master Chang Qing only laughed coldly and flicked his finger. With a clang, the golden cauldron that seemed to be able to crush heaven and earth suddenly turned into golden powder and disappeared between heaven and earth.
However, there was still a section of golden light that hadn't been extinguished and went straight for Meng Fuyao's chest. Meng Fuyao leaned back and dodged, her body floating as if she didn't exist. However, the golden light suddenly split into a thousand sections and surrounded her like a fence. Meng Fuyao flicked her finger, and her five fingers shone like lotuses, extinguishing the golden fence. However, there was still one section that mysteriously hit her left arm.
Fresh blood spurted out, flew over ten feet, and landed on the jade steps. It mixed with the rain of golden powder and was mixed with the faint purple Tong Flowers.
Everyone in the temple was shocked, and even Di Feitian tilted his head to look.
His eyes were filled with surprise and indignation. He had slept for too long and didn't advance. He had fought his way here, and now even Tianji could entangle him. He actually didn't have the chance to fight with such a magical power. It was really backward.
What a pity it was that he couldn't fight with a strong enemy in life!
"Give me back King Kong!" he suddenly shouted.
Zhan Beiye immediately threw King Kong, who had been hiding on his shoulder, out.
The colorful bird streaked across the sky, and everyone jumped up to snatch it. Temple Master Chang Qing also seemed to want to make a move, but hesitated.
Green Qi flashed on his face, and the changes were terrifying. However, at this moment, it was a chaotic battle, and no one noticed.
Di Feitian reached out to summon King Kong, and immediately, two elders jumped up to snatch it. One of them had a green face and white hair, and he wore an Asura mask, revealing his ferocious appearance. The other had a wide and thick body, and his robes were decorated with large snakes. His movements were dull, and half the temple seemed to be buzzing.
"Asura King, King Mahoraga!" King Garuda, the blue-clothed man who had been fighting Di Feitian, shouted. "That is the true soul of the Sorcerer God. You must kill it!"
Before he could finish his sentence, two silhouettes appeared. Black and white light flashed and clashed in midair. They landed on the ground. King Asura and King Mahoraga were knocked back. The Vajra had already fallen into Di Feitian's hands.
King Mahoraga's voice was as loud as thunder. "Lei Dong, Gu Yidie, how dare you help the evildoer!"
"Did I do anything?" Lei Dong's voice was even louder than his. If one walked closer, they would have been deafened. "I suddenly felt that this place was cool, and I just wanted to stand here."
He stood there, and his body, which was as wide as a door, blocked the way.
"I don't like to bully others." Gu Yidie didn't quibble. He frowned and said, "No matter who you are."
Di Feitian raised his eyebrows. His palm, which had been pressed against King Garuda's all this time, suddenly moved. Then, he smiled and said, "I'll let you play something new."
Garuda King felt something strange in his palm and quickly withdrew his hand. Just as he was rejoicing over the fact that Di Feitian, who had been pestering him for so long, was finally willing to let him go, he saw Di Feitian wave his sleeve and mark out a territory that no one could enter. He laughed and said, "I'll teach you a lesson later."
Then, he looked up at Lei Dong and Gu Yidie and said, "Hey, protect me."
"Why did I go around in circles and end up helping him?" Lei Dong looked up at the sky in confusion. He thought for a while, but he couldn't find an answer. So, he didn't care anymore. He strode over and stood up. "I won't protect you. I'll stand here!"
Gu Yidie frowned and looked at Lei Dong. He said, "You always don't learn the good things, but learn the bad things."
Lei Dong looked up at the sky and pretended not to hear …
King Garuda frowned and looked at Di Feitian, who was preparing to combine his soul with King Kong. He was thinking about what to do next. How could he not know that the Temple Master was using him to stall Di Feitian? Now that the Saint Lord had lost his power, the Eight Tribes of the Temple and the Elders, except for the Seventh Elder of the Yaksha Tribe and the two tribes of the Sky Dragon Tribe, had all pledged their loyalty to him in private. Why should he not cherish himself and sacrifice his strength to fight to the death with Di Feitian and the others?
His heart skipped a beat. He looked up at the Temple Master of Chang Qing again. Recently, the Green Qi between his eyebrows kept flashing. He was not far away from the date of Immortal Ascension, right? He had to secure the position before he ascended. In the future, the Temple Master of Chang Qing would be his. Why should he make so many enemies for himself?
As for the belligerent Di Feitian … He had to find a way to lure him to his Senior Brother Zhan.
Once he had made up his mind, he took a step back and signaled the other Great Kings with his eyes. The Great Kings understood and continued to attack. However, there was only the sound of wind and no strength. After all, Thunder Movement Valley had shaken the world time and time again, so it was normal for them to not be able to deal with it in a short time.
Lei Dong rolled his eyes gloomily. He thought that there would be a big fight, but he did not expect it to be so strange. This was the most boring fight he had ever fought in his life …
= = =
Di Feitian's fight was strange, but Meng Fuyao's side was in danger.
Not to mention the dark mass of the Palace Army under the Great Hall, just the Palace Master Chang Qing alone was like a huge mountain in front of them.
When she threw the golden cauldron, it was transformed by the Temple Master of Chang Qing's sleeve. When thousands of streaks of Auspicious Qi shot her left arm, Meng Fuyao knew that she was not his match. Not only her, but everyone here was not his match.
She might be able to fight Di Feitian after he combined soul, but during this period of time, would she be able to hold on?
Moreover, there were still the Eight Tribes of the Temple and the Seventh Elder, who had not made a move yet.
Perhaps, she would still have to throw her life away here, but what did that matter? How many people could step through the doors of the Temple Master of Chang Qing so happily? How many people could live so happily?
At this time, the Great Wan Army should have already stepped into the Vast Sky Empire's territory, right?
You forced me to tear three feet of silk and spill ten feet of blood. I will expand my territory a thousand miles and lay thousands of corpses.
That was enough!
But at this moment, she still could not think about where Zhangsun Wuji was.
Just as she was about to reach her hand into the dragon's mouth, she suddenly heard a very soft sound. Although the sound was not a word, it came very strangely. For some reason, her heart tightened and she stopped for no reason.
She thought it was Wuji, but why didn't he appear when he saw her?
Was he unable to appear because of his serious injuries, or was there another reason?
Meng Fuyao's heart clenched. Pain and uneasiness slithered through her veins like small snakes. Wherever they slithered, she felt suffocated. She forced herself to calm down and raised her eyebrows coldly at the Temple Master of Chang Qing.
The Temple Master of Chang Qing looked at her coldly.
At this point, he would rather give up the chance to reincarnate the Ancestral Master to revive the Temple than leave any hidden dangers for the Temple!
His aura locked onto Meng Fuyao, and he suddenly raised his hand to grab her!
Meng Fuyao stood up, and the air around her suddenly tightened like a thin sheet of paper, cracking as it was grabbed.
The tightened True Qi seemed to want to wrap Meng Fuyao in it, clenching tightly and squeezing her to death!
"Whoosh!"
The crimson red longsword was like a rainbow as it slashed horizontally!
"Swoosh!"
His jade-white fingers flickered as he slashed through the air!
The air trembled slightly, and even the entire Great Hall seemed to shake. Zhan Beiye's sword suddenly changed direction and slapped horizontally at Meng Fuyao's chest. Meng Fuyao's blocking fingers suddenly rose and grabbed at Zhan Beiye's face.
Both of them were shocked. Their gazes met, and in an instant, they forcefully twisted their bodies. When they brushed past each other, they both staggered back three steps.
In one move, they retreated.
The Temple Master of Chang Qing revealed a look of surprise. He originally thought that this move would immediately send the two of them to their deaths, but he didn't expect that it would only make them retreat three steps. This move seemed like a martial art, but it was actually a divine art passed down by the ancestors. It tore through space and took lives in an instant. In this world, he once thought that no one except for his own junior brother, Garuda, and the number one in the Top Ten, Tianji could withstand this move.
This demonic lotus was already so strong?
All the more reason not to leave it alive.
Although he was surprised, to him, killing everyone here was as easy as flipping his hand. The difference between the True God Realm and the True God Realm was like heaven and earth. Otherwise, why would Garuda, who was so ambitious, not dare to directly attack him?
He sneered and flicked his fingers again.
Meng Fuyao suddenly felt her vision turn black.
It wasn't the dizziness of being hit, but the world had really turned black. It was as if the Heavenly Gods had suddenly pulled down the curtain of the night, or extended their hands to block the sun in the sky, or purified all the dark things in the world and poured them all in front of her.
Not only was it dark, but it also lost weight.
The feeling of being in the Floating Cloud Realm came back again. She could still float in the Floating Cloud Realm, but at this moment, she felt that the power in her body had been sucked out, and her shoulders were pressed down by countless mountains. The incomparable pressure made her see stars, and she felt a sweet taste in her throat before she spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
At this moment, she couldn't see anything, and her heart was beating like a drum. Under the heavy pressure, all the blood in her body seemed to be flowing in reverse, and in an instant, her body was about to burst open. Even her skin seemed to have become thinner, and some areas had started to turn slightly red. Those were the signs of the capillaries under the skin being crushed. After that, the arteries and heart would be crushed.
The Evergreen Divine Art: Weight of Heaven.
That heavy power from the heavens was something that no one in the world could resist. Meng Fuyao trembled as she supported herself with her hands on the ground. She heard the sound of blood flowing uncontrollably, but she stubbornly held on to the ground. Her nails dug into the crevices of the marble, and she didn't retreat a single step.
The surroundings were incomparably quiet and noisy. The quiet was the heavens and the noisy was the heart. While Meng Fuyao was resisting with all her might, she felt a shadow beside her move. Someone was trying to help her up.
With this help, half of the weight flowed to her. Meng Fuyao's body became slightly lighter, and the feeling of dying from blood loss eased. She forced herself to take a look and saw that it was indeed Zhan Beiye who was helping her.
The man's handsome, jet-black brows were drenched in sweat. Under such immense pressure, it was extremely difficult to maintain the posture of supporting her, but he refused to let go.
The two of them supported each other and stood firm without retreating.
Lord Chang Qing's eyes flashed. Just as he was about to exert more pressure, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black and white shadow in the depths of the main hall.
Two small shadows seemed to be fighting. They fought all the way, and one of them bit the other fiercely.
Yuan Bao and Black Pearl were fighting again …
Palace Lord Chang Qing frowned and was momentarily distracted. As his gaze shifted, he suddenly saw Black Pearl kick Lord Yuan Bao away and shoot straight for Palace Lord Chang Qing.
Lord Yuan Bao cried out miserably in mid-air and crashed towards the statue in the main hall. Judging from the speed, he would definitely be smashed into a meat patty.
Lord Chang Qing frowned again. The Evergreen Mythological Beast only appeared once every hundred years and had always been the symbol of the Temple. Once it was gone, the Temple's reputation would be tarnished.
He raised his sleeves slightly and caught Lord Yuan Bao.
Lord Yuan Bao flipped over and hugged his fingers as he cried, endlessly expressing his immense gratitude.
Lord Chang Qing pushed him away and looked at the sticky snot and tears on his fingers. He raised his hand in disdain and gestured for a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
Meng Fuyao suddenly rushed out.
Once the pressure was relieved, she did not stop and immediately swept out like a gust of wind. She flicked her ten fingers in mid-air and dozens of red rays flew in all directions towards Lord Chang Qing!
The red rays spread out in all directions in mid-air like a fully bloomed lotus, enveloping Lord Chang Qing in the middle.
Lord Chang Qing sneered and pressed his palm down. The red rays were instantly compressed and thinned.
However, Meng Fuyao had already arrived.
She crashed straight into Lord Chang Qing's arms!
Lord Chang Qing snorted angrily and raised his hand to throw.
However, Meng Fuyao suddenly rolled in his arms!
An oppressive fragrance wafted towards him. The woman's forehead was as smooth as satin. Lord Chang Qing had never been close to a woman in his entire life and was stunned at that moment.
Ever since he obtained the previous Temple Master's Divine Art, he only needed a thought to take a person's life with a lift of his finger. No one in the world dared to go near him. He had stopped using martial arts for many years and his moves and reactions had become rusty. When Meng Fuyao crashed into him, he did not know how to push her away.
If Meng Fuyao used this move on Tianji, she would probably be seeking her own death. However, using it on Lord Chang Qing, who had been high and mighty for many years, seemed absurd and bold, but it could not be more correct.
While he was stunned, Meng Fuyao, who was rolling in his arms, suddenly grinned.
Her lips were stained with blood and she looked like a ferocious god. Unknowingly, an extremely small dagger was between her teeth!
Following which, she rolled and shook her head violently!
"Chi!"
The dagger flashed with a black light and slashed across Lord Chang Qing's chest at lightning speed. A streak of blood followed the dagger in a crimson arc.
The arc was not big and the wound was not deep. In fact, when the dagger was trying to cut his skin further, Lord Chang Qing's Divine Art had already sent Meng Fuyao, who was rolling in front of him, flying away.
Meng Fuyao was sent flying and was caught by Zhan Beiye. She landed on the ground and gripped the dagger tightly in her hand, sneering.
The moment the blood splattered, everyone in the hall exclaimed in shock. The sound of people gasping was like waves in the sea, shaking the hall until it buzzed.
The Temple Master was injured!
The Temple Master, who was unrivaled in the world and had always controlled the life and death of others, had actually spilled blood in the Nine Elements Hall today!
Seventh Elder's expression changed.
His Highness was different from the low-level disciples. He was the clearest about the pros and cons of the sect's Divine Art. True Power flowed throughout the body and seemed indestructible, but once injured, the damage would not be as simple as a small wound. It would damage the entire True Energy!
Hadn't the Temple Master already cultivated the Golden Body? How could he be injured?
Lord Chang Qing's expression turned gloomier.
Others might not know, but he was clear. Even if Meng Fuyao had crashed into him, how could he be injured by an ordinary weapon in the world? The dagger in her hand was obviously the legendary 'Heartbreaker' used by the founder of the sect!
Assembled Gods Mountain was made of iron, creating the world's only peerless dagger. It could break all True Energy in the world, and those who were hit would be injured.
Like the Ring of Floating Clouds, it was a long lost item that only existed in legends.
Where did she get it?
He was sure that it was not in her hands when she went up to the hall. Then …
Lord Chang Qing's gaze fell on the broken pieces of gold on the jade stairs.
After she went up to the hall, the only thing she really came into contact with was that golden cauldron!
Someone … had predicted that he would let Meng Fuyao choose the God's Sacrificial Cauldron and put it under the cauldron beforehand!
Extreme anger surged in his heart, and in an instant, killing intent surged in his heart. His face was ashen as he slowly raised his hand.
However, the moment he raised his hand, the green fire in his heart flickered a few times. He tried to suppress it, but he failed.
His expression changed. In the past, every time this demonic fire appeared, he would use his True Energy to suppress it. However, this small wound today had ruined everything!
Recently, the demonic fire had been stirring more intensely, and it seemed that he would follow in the footsteps of the previous Temple Masters. The whereabouts of the previous Temple Masters were unknown after they became demons. Every time he thought of those endings, he shuddered. He had been using his True Energy to suppress the demonic fire, waiting for the soul of the demon lotus to be reborn to heal himself. Now that his body was injured and his True Energy leaked out, he could not suppress it for a while.
Although he was very powerful when his Demonic Energy erupted, he also lost his composure. He could not reveal his demonic state in front of so many subordinates and disciples. He had to immediately go into seclusion to suppress this demonic fire.
His eyes flashed. He called over the Seventh Elder and whispered a few words to him, then signaled Garuda King to come over.
"Surround them. Kill anyone who dares to escape." He looked at Garuda King indifferently. "You don't have to hesitate, and you don't have to rack your brains to win over the various tribes. Kill Meng Fuyao for me, and I will immediately pass the position of Temple Master to Garuda King."
Garuda King was overjoyed, but also a little embarrassed that he had been seen through. Temple Master Chang Qing looked at him coldly. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to fight for the position. However, do you really think that the Eight Tribes have submitted to you, and that I only have the Third Elder and Seventh Elder by my side? Hmph … If it weren't for the fact that you don't dare to betray me, do you think I would have allowed you to play this game until now? "
Garuda King trembled and retreated. He hurriedly bowed and said, "Your subordinate was ignorant … please forgive me, Temple Master …"
"Remember, kill her." Temple Master Chang Qing did not delay any longer. He flicked his sleeves and left. "Otherwise, you know the consequences."
Garuda King hurriedly acknowledged and watched him leave in a hurry. Suddenly, he felt a thin layer of sweat on his body. He remembered the words Palace Master Chang Qing said before he left and his heart tightened. He didn't dare to have any other thoughts. With a wave of his sleeve, he shouted, "Men! Kill them! "
Asura King Mahoraga attacked Thunderous Valley once again.
The Third Elder, Fifth Elder, and Sixth Elder, who had been watching from the side, floated down and stood at the four sides of the hall.
The Eight Tribes Army flowed in like water and surrounded the few people in the hall.
Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye stood back to back. One held a long sword in her hand and looked down arrogantly, while the other held a dagger and looked around with a cold smile.
Garuda King looked on coldly. At this moment, the Evergreen Temple was an inescapable net. Even if Meng Fuyao was a Perfected Golden Immortal, she would not be able to escape.
The Skywalker lineage had finally waited for the day when the clouds parted and the moon could be seen … Garuda King raised his head and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, intoxicated by the beautiful dream of becoming the retired emperor of the Evergreen Temple.
Then, as if he had thought of something, his expression changed slightly.
Oh no, how could he have forgotten about him!
= = =
The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple walked hurriedly, passing through the glorious Nine Elements Hall and going straight to the center of the temple, where he had a courtyard that was completely different from the grandeur of the other palaces.
Ever since the demonic fire started to appear in him, he had built this small courtyard to live alone, leaving only a trusted servant to serve him in case anyone found out that something was wrong. The people in the hall did not question it — all the Temple Masters of the past had some strange behavior in their later years. This generation was already very normal.
His steps were very fast, like moving clouds and flowing water. Soon, he saw the dense thicket outside his courtyard.
The Evergreen Temple was in the extreme north, a lonely city of ice and snow. Only the place where the temple was built was an extremely rare fire valley. It was warm all year round, and flowers bloomed like brocades. He did not like flowers, but he had planted many trees in front of his courtyard to block the view.
At this moment, the demonic fire in his heart was surging fiercely, and a green aura flashed across his face. The constantly moving heat made him anxious, and he was no longer as cautious as he usually was. He directly passed through the forest.
His sleeves brushed against the trees, rustling them. The ground was slanted with long and thin shadows of trees of various lengths.
His steps were hurried.
Suddenly, the sound of something breaking through the air came from above!
That sound came extremely fast, so fast that it was as if it was right next to his ear. Just as the sound came out, a black shadow had already pounced on his face!
The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple waved his hand to push it away, but when he glanced over, he saw that it was a very dirty big black foot. It looked like it had not been washed for a full three years, and it emitted a pungent smell. Even the pigs in the pigsty were much cleaner than this foot.
In the big toe of the foot, there was actually an even dirtier toothpick!
This person had used his own foot that had not been washed for three years to hold a toothpick and assassinate the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple!
How could the naturally clean Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple endure this? He was even more unwilling to use his own clean hands to touch it. He did not even want to lean on his sleeves.
He retreated, and when he retreated, he was also a golden cloud. In an instant, he was about to leap out of the forest!
That foot seemed to have guessed that he would retreat, and with a beautiful and smooth flip in midair, the foot retracted, and a green thing was flung out. It curved in a very elastic circle, and shot directly towards the back of the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple.
The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple flicked his sleeve, sweeping up the green leaves that filled the sky. They flew towards the other like thousands of small knives. Those leaves became hard daggers under his control, piercing through the fabric of the forest. With a series of chacha sounds, some of the thinner trees were cut down by these thin leaves!
However, they were not able to cut through that green thing.
That thing flew and spun in midair, and miraculously stuck to those leaves that were sharper than knives, and continued to attack the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple's back.
The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple flicked his finger, and just as that thing was about to reach his back, he flicked it away. When he retracted his finger, he felt that his fingertips were sticky and cold. When he looked carefully, he saw that there was a green and yellow sticky substance on his fingertips.
He was startled. He had clearly recognized it, but for a moment, he did not dare to believe that it was actually this thing in his hand.
Snot!
A lump of snot!
In a great rage, the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple fiercely flung his hand, and his wide sleeves brought down several trees in an instant. The trees fell down with a loud crash, and that wretched assassin who was kicking and blowing his nose on a tree finally had nowhere to hide. He leapt up from the dust on the ground.
He leapt up, and did not stop in midair. This person's movements were so nimble that there were no traces of him. He was like a wisp of wind, a streak of light, or a pool of flowing water, flowing wherever he landed. There were no turns, no obstructions, and no pauses. It was extremely beautiful and nimble. Of course, this was on the premise that one did not look at his dirty clothes and wretched temperament.
However, this person was very ugly when he was still, but when he moved, he was very beautiful. His posture was even holy and elegant. He did not directly come into contact with the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple, but his movements were everywhere. The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple tried to kill him a few times, but he would occasionally use his snot and phlegm techniques, forcing him to retreat. In the blink of an eye, they had actually exchanged close to a hundred moves.
At this moment, the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple did not dare to use divine techniques, for fear that he would trigger a backlash from the demonic fire that would become even more uncontrollable. He also did not dare to use too much of his true power, after all, he had wounds on his body. However, if he continued to fight with this scoundrel expert, he would have to see his disgusting snot and feet. This made the already restless demonic fire even more restless.
Finally, when the wretched assassin once again used his phlegm technique to avoid his killing move, the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple was finally provoked. He raised his finger, which instantly turned into a pure gold color. He clenched his fist fiercely, and an explosion sounded in midair. The trees beside that person instantly burst apart, and even the ground was lifted up. Debris flew everywhere, and those pieces of wood instantly became as hard as iron, whizzing towards that person.
Those intersecting true qi flew out like a dense net, and merged with the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple's boundless true power. In an instant, all four sides were tightly bound together like a metal bucket, and no one could escape unscathed.
That person giggled, and suddenly hugged his head. He rolled in an extremely ungraceful manner, and rolled past those intersecting fragments of light. It was just that although that roll was nimble and ingenious, the ground suddenly had many spots of fine blood stains.
However, he was still injured by this half-divine, half-martial art technique.
He rolled around on the ground, grimacing and groaning. The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple laughed coldly, and felt that his true qi was a little unstable. Just as he was about to take a step forward and kill this person with a palm, he suddenly felt pain from the bottom of his foot.
He lowered his head and saw that a long needle had been inserted into his foot, and it had already pierced through the bottom of his foot.
This long needle was originally not there, and even if it was there, it would be useless. He had always walked without touching the ground, but after a hundred moves, the surging fire in his heart made him impatient and impatient, and he was injured. His true qi sank, and he fell to the ground.
This person had used his incomparably nimble body movements to silently insert the long needle into his foot during these hundred moves.
His solid golden body could not be trained to the bottom of his foot, and he had never thought that there would be someone in this world who fought like this. He was obviously an expert, but he did not have the demeanor of one.
The pain from the bottom of his foot made him know that things were not good. Just now, his steps had been led by this scoundrel, and he had been stabbed at the Yongquan acupoint. His sect's martial arts were most afraid of injury to the acupoint, and this needle had caused his true qi to surge violently, and his demonic fire to burn. It was even more ruthless than Meng Fuyao's knife.
He knew that he could not continue fighting, and if this dragged on, something bad might happen. He lifted his boot to remove the long needle, and with another step, he was already a few feet away. He went straight into the courtyard, leaving the wretched assassin far behind.
The wretched assassin did not follow him, and he stood up straight. Seeing that the Temple Guards had rushed over because of the commotion, he hurriedly limped away. As he ran, he blew his nose and muttered, "Little girl … Master has tried his best … Master's life is also a life … Next, it will depend on your luck …"
= = =
Once the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple entered the courtyard, he immediately said, "Announce King Naruo's arrival!"
His servant, Ah Da, respectfully said, "King Naruo came just before, and has been waiting for orders for a long time."
"Why is she here so early?" the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple asked casually as he walked straight in.
Ah Da hesitated for a moment, as if there was something he could not say.
The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple immediately understood. He frowned and said, "This girl is too impatient. She's been thinking about killing Wuji all this time, and she still hasn't given up!"
"She's also worried …" Ah Da said slowly. "It's not a good thing that the throne is empty …"
"She doesn't have to worry." The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple walked into the inner chamber, took off his mask, and sat down cross-legged. "I've made my decision."
Ah Da bowed solemnly, but the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple did not say anything. He closed his eyes slightly, and in the light green smoke that filled the room, he looked tired. There were no wrinkles on his face, but he suddenly looked much older.
All this time, he had been counting on Zhangsun Wuji to solve the problems and restore the Temple of the Gods. But when he saw the dagger in Meng Fuyao's hand, he had completely given up.
He had met with so many accidents today, and the day of his demonization was imminent. At this point, he had no other choice.
He let out a long sigh and said in a low voice, "In the end … I can't …"
The Palace Master of the Chang Qing Palace put his hands on his knees, his eyes half closed: "I have decided to pass the throne to King Gennaro."
Ah Da bowed. The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple was silent for a moment before saying, "Bring Zhangsun Wuji out as well."
Ah Da walked out of the door, and the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple sat cross-legged in the quiet inner chamber. He wanted to regulate his breathing, but he found it difficult to calm down. His body was hot and cold at the same time, and he could not sit still. Helpless, he decided to stop regulating his breathing and wait for the two to arrive.
Ah Da first brought Zhangsun Wuji in. A few days ago, when he sensed that the Sky Region had been broken, the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple had brought him down the Sky Reaching Peak and imprisoned him in a secret room in his courtyard. Knowing that the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple had made a decision, the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple had always been hesitant to kill Zhangsun Wuji. But now, it seemed that he could not keep Zhangsun Wuji any longer.
Ah Da placed Zhangsun Wuji in front of the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple and said in a low voice, "Luo Wang has been summoned to the front hall. He'll be here soon."
The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple nodded and looked down at his only beloved disciple. Zhangsun Wuji did not raise his head, and the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple did not know if he was awake or not. The Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple carefully observed his breathing and felt that it was very light and weak. It was obvious that he had used up all his vital energy. Even if the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple did not kill him, he would die soon.
This child … He was smart all his life, but this time he was stupid. Why did he have to do this?
The reincarnation of the Founding Patriarch had always been second only to the Divine Hall and above thousands of people. He could have smoothly taken over the position of the Hall Master. At that time, he would be the master of the Divine Hall's resurgence. At the same time, he would also be the monarch of the Wuji Country. One person would have two emperors. Yet he was willing to abandon everything for the sake of that demonic lotus. In the end, he even gave up his own life. How stupid was that!?
However, that demonic lotus had always been filled with a monstrous aura. It was very evil. When it was still a dead object, the founder of the sect was infatuated with it. He didn't hesitate to feed it with his blood essence and divine power. It defied the heavens to create its soul. The elders in the temple wanted to kill this monster. The founder didn't hesitate to oppose the entire temple for that thing. He also hid the demonic lotus, and no one could find it anymore.
Only now did he know that the ancestral master was truly a great individual with great divine strength. He actually forcefully split open space and altered the trajectory of heaven's will, sending that demonic lotus to another mortal world to receive reincarnation, all the way until they reunited in this world.
Perhaps this was fate. After going around in circles, the soul of the founding ancestor could not escape the binding of the demonic lotus.
Palace Lord Evergreen sighed and helplessly closed his eyes — this was fate. Zhangsun Wuji was seeking his own death, and his life's work had been wasted because of this.
There was a light knock on the door. Palace Lord Evergreen looked away and said indifferently, "Come in."
The door opened, and King Tenaluo walked in quietly. He bowed respectfully and said, "Palace Lord, I went to retrieve the soul and was delayed for a while. Please forgive me."
"Retrieve the soul?" Palace Lord Evergreen's eyes widened. "Whose soul?"
King Tenaluo smiled proudly and opened his palm.
A pearl in his palm emitted a faint jade-white and red light. There was a faint human figure in the pearl. Palace Lord Evergreen took a closer look, and his face lit up. "The soul of that demonic woman!"
Zhangsun Wuji, who was on the ground, seemed to move slightly, but he still did not get up.
"King Garuda received Palace Lord's orders and personally dealt with that demonic woman." King Tenaluo smiled. "Congratulations, Palace Lord."
"Your father put in a lot of effort for you." The Palace Master of the Evergreen Palace glanced at her, his expression warm. "But even so, once you become a Palace Master, you have to be careful of overthrowing public affairs for personal reasons. This is not something a leader should do. Do you understand... Tai Yan?"
King Tenaluo took off her mask, revealing her petite face that would never age. She smiled in high spirits, and her eyes could not hide her joy. "Thank you for your teachings, Palace Lord. Tai Yan will remember them!"
The Evergreen Overlord took the soul bead and crushed it in his palm. The soul bead transformed into a ball of white light and struggled incessantly under his golden palm, wanting to escape. However, it was still unable to resist the powerful suction force and was slowly sucked in.
Slowly exhaling a long breath, the Palace Master of the Evergreen Palace pressed his palm. The green gas on his face flashed rapidly and gradually faded away. A brilliant golden light rose up, illuminating half of the room. After a long while, he opened his eyes, full of spirit.
Tai Yan said happily, "Congratulations, Palace Lord. The danger has been removed. You can successfully ascend!" She smiled and said happily, "In the past few hundred years, the only one who has truly ascended is you, Temple Master."
Palace Lord Evergreen smiled and nodded with a joyful expression. Tai Yan turned her head and looked at Zhangsun Wuji on the ground. Her joyful expression immediately turned cold. She stepped on Zhangsun Wuji's back and smiled. "Palace Lord, this traitor … there is no need to keep him, right?"
"You can deal with him." Palace Lord Evergreen waved his hand in a good mood. "Just don't make a bloody scene here."
"Yes." Tai Yan pulled Zhangsun Wuji up and was about to leave with a smile. Halfway through, she suddenly said, "Palace Lord … this traitor, I heard that he has cultivated nineteen leaves of the devil's snare leaf."
"Yes." Palace Lord Evergreen sighed in pity. "He has one more leaf than you. What a pity …"
"This subordinate heard that the devil's snare leaf can be pulled out." Tai Yan's eyes turned and smiled slyly. "En … it would be a waste if he dies …"
"You little girl." Palace Lord Evergreen was in a good mood and was very amiable. He thought for a moment and said, "Since that is the case, come over. I will transfer his devil's snare leaf to you and impart the divine arts to you. You can take over the position of Palace Lord today."
"Ah …" Tai Yan's eyes widened in surprise. Then, she hesitated. "Why are you in such a hurry? Let's wait a little longer."
"I will pass the position to you so that I can focus on cultivating and entering the Ascension Realm." Palace Lord Evergreen waved his hand. "Come."
Tai Yan obeyed and sat down. Palace Master Chang Qing ordered Ah Da to help Zhangsun Wuji to sit on the other side. His finger tapped on Zhangsun Wuji's forehead as Zhangsun Wuji slowly opened his eyes.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Palace Lord Evergreen looked at him calmly.
Zhangsun Wuji was silent. After a while, he turned to look outside the window.
"There is no need to look. Her soul has already been refined by me," Palace Lord Evergreen said calmly. "From now on, she will be sealed in the underground palace and will never be reincarnated."
Zhangsun Wuji trembled, and his already powerless gaze dimmed even more. He pursed his lips, and his gaze seemed to linger on the everlasting spring scenery outside the window. Then, he retracted his gaze and said, "Since that's the case, that's good too. Let's hurry up."
Palace Lord Evergreen looked at him and did not say anything in the end. He took out a jade tablet from his waist. The jade was transparent and had no carvings on it. When he turned it, one could see smoke and a lonely city in the jade. The falling snow was like cotton, faintly discernible in the flashing light.
He handed the jade tablet to Tai Yan and said, "Our temple does not have so many complicated formalities. You can let the elders arrange the ceremony in the future. After today, I will go into seclusion to prepare for my Ascension. If there is nothing important, do not disturb me."
Tai Yan respectfully accepted the jade tablet.
Palace Lord Evergreen smiled and slowly reached out. He placed one hand on his chest and the other on Tai Yan's head.
Ah Da carefully retreated, closed the door, and walked far away. He knew that the Palace Lord would not allow anyone to disturb him at this crucial moment.
Dark light swirled in the room. The moment Palace Master Chang Qing's hand touched Zhangsun Wuji's chest, his body trembled. His pale face suddenly flushed with a strange red, but it immediately faded away, turning into a frosty white that carried the aura of death.
Palace Lord Evergreen's fingers tightened on the two bodies under his palms. Of these two people, one was once his successor, and the other was now his successor. Originally, this position would never change. However, fate made fools of people. Now, he was going to transfer all the power of his original successor to the new successor.
Doing these two things at the same time was very tiring and was not suitable for his current injured state. However, at this moment, he was in a good mood. The haze that had been in his heart for a long time was instantly dispelled. The True Power that had been flowing out of his body was once again boiling. He felt that his entire body was filled with heat, as if he was floating. That feeling of satisfaction was unbearable.
The golden light in his palm extinguished. On his left, the Devil's Snare leaves that were condensed from the Evergreen Divine Hall's Inner Power were being pulled out by him.
When the upper echelons of the Evergreen Divine Hall cultivated their top-notch Inner Power, the Palace Lord would first arrange for them to consume the Devil's Snare leaves. This was a treasure unique to the Evergreen Divine Mountain that could condense Qi and concentrate the mind. It was very effective for Inner Power cultivation. The leaves would condense in the Dantian, and True Qi would circulate throughout the body. Under the nourishment of the True Qi, the Evergreen Divine Hall would produce leaves. The more leaves there were, the higher one's Inner Power would be. The Evergreen Divine Hall used the number of Devil's Snare leaves to determine seniority. Everyone was proud of cultivating more leaves.
However, very few people knew that there were gains and losses in everything. While the Devil's Snare leaves helped to condense Qi, they also controlled the True Qi in the body. This thing could be pulled out.
It was because this thing could be pulled out that the Yaksha King Sikong Qi, who had rebelled 150 years ago, was defeated in one move by the Cult Master who had gone berserk even though he had unparalleled martial arts in his hands.
It was very simple, just pull out the leaves.
This was originally a method used by the Palace Lords of the Evergreen Divine Hall to control their subordinates. Ever since the first Palace Lord turned into a demon, the second Palace Lord felt that the human heart was unfathomable and specially created this Devil's Snare leaves.
The disciples of the Divine Hall didn't understand the logic behind it. They only saw that the Great King was unparalleled in strength but was defeated by the Palace Lord in one move. Instantly, they worshipped the Palace Lord even more. The mystery of the Divine Hall increased.
The Palace Lord of the Evergreen Divine Hall smiled. It wasn't easy to refine nineteen Devil's Snare leaves. Now, Tai Yan had it easy.
The god power in his palm poured into Tai Yan's head, and in that instant, the consciousness of the two generations of Hall Masters flowed together. The thoughts in Tai Yan's mind also flew into his field of vision. He read the young lady's birth … her growth … her first meeting with Zhangsun Wuji … her hatred for him … her desire to win … her endless competition with Zhangsun Wuji … her endless competition …
He read everything that was familiar and thought that it was funny. Why was it all about Zhangsun Wuji …
She went down the mountain … saw him and her … she stabbed him with a sword … they whispered in the middle of the night … she caressed his cold body in the ice cave … she cried in the room under the blanket … after crying, she smiled in front of others …
The Evergreen Palace Lord's expression changed.
Tai Yan!
He suddenly pulled back his hand!
But it was too late.
The left hand that was pressing on Zhangsun Wuji's chest seemed to be stuck by something and couldn't be pulled back. And in his own chest, the originally calm demonic fire suddenly burst into flames, causing the True Power in his body to flow in reverse, spurting out from the two wounds on his chest and feet.
Heaven and earth were instantly dyed in blood red. Grotesque and variegated blood sprayed towards him!
He roared. He thought that his roar would shake the heaven and earth, but what he let out was an extremely low howl. That howl was filled with ferocious savagery and madness. When it came out, it caused the entire room to tremble.
When the howl came out, the dying Zhangsun Wuji suddenly raised his head and Tai Yan jumped up.
"Don't move!" Zhangsun Wuji shouted. "He is now being held back by me. Quickly absorb all of your God Power and don't give up halfway!"
He had always been carefree, and it was rare for him to speak so harshly. Tai Yan didn't dare to move and sat down obediently, but her eyes were fixed on Zhangsun Wuji. Her pink face was filled with anxiety.
Zhangsun Wuji had already regained his composure. He raised his hand and pulled out the God Slaying Nails on his wrists and shoulders. His expression didn't change as blood splattered everywhere. He turned his hand and stabbed towards the Evergreen Palace Lord's chest!
The huge nail landed accurately on the human body, but it let out a crisp sound like metal clashing. It couldn't pierce through at all!
Zhangsun Wuji reacted quickly and threw away the God Slaying Nails after his attack failed. He floated up, but the Evergreen Palace Lord jumped up even faster than him and blocked him in a flash.
Looking back, Zhangsun Wuji smiled. His robes were stained with blood, but he still had a graceful bearing. He looked down from above and said indifferently, "Master, congratulations. You have become a demon."
The Evergreen Palace Lord's body shook. In that instant, his mind was thrown into chaos by the words that he feared the most. His consciousness, which was already on the verge of chaos, suddenly surged like a raging tide, crashing into his internal organs that had been injured repeatedly today. He roared, rolled up his sleeves, and fiercely pounced towards Zhangsun Wuji.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled without any trace of a smile and met him head-on.
In that instant, the golden and light purple figures tangled together in the small room. One was thick and heavy, one was light and agile, one was fierce and tearing, and one was silent and mending. The golden and purple light clashed into each other and collided in the narrow space. However, it wasn't like the tremors of an ordinary expert. Instead, it was light and dangerous. Wherever the wind passed, there wasn't even a mark on the wall. Instead, there were layers of dust. Some of the dust came from the tent, some from the praying mats, some from the porcelain, and some from the metal. No matter what it was, no matter how hard it was, under the pressure of such powerful True Power, it instantly turned into dust without a sound. Layers of dust quickly accumulated on the ground. There were layers of yellow, purple, white, and green … It was impossible to tell what it was originally.
The most dangerous battle in the world was between a pair of master and disciple. The most ruthless master and the most shrewd disciple.
After an unknown period of time, while Tai Yan closed her eyes to absorb the Divine Technique, the golden figure gradually spat out blood and the light purple figure began to stagger. The former had suffered from Qi Deviation due to the combined efforts of everyone, while the latter had endured humiliation and advanced step by step for a single person's goal. He was already mentally and physically exhausted. The former's consciousness was already in chaos, and he only knew that he had to kill the person in front of him. This person had schemed against him for far too long, so long that he couldn't allow him to live in this world. The latter only had one thing left in his life — to entangle him, destroy him, and then fulfill her wish.
They both had the mentality of perishing together in exchange for a tragic collision.
"Boom."
A muffled sound rang out.
The two's bodies were pressed against each other. Palace Master Chang Qing's palm was pressed against Zhangsun Wuji's chest, while Zhangsun Wuji's elbow was pressed against Palace Master Chang Qing's throat.
Their bodies were trembling slightly as they tried to get closer to each other's vitals.
Blood spurted out from their wounds, splattering on each other's body.
"You … you …" The Evergreen Palace Lord's mind was in a complete mess. Even his blood vessels seemed to have become chaotic threads that tangled together. He couldn't sort them out, couldn't cut them apart, and couldn't tear them apart. His heart was pounding violently, as if it was a galloping horse that was about to jump out of his chest.
In that chaos, he still didn't give up and asked, "You … why did you …"
"My power … has already recovered …" Zhangsun Wuji was also panting, but there was still a faint smile on his pale face. "… Heaven Receiving Peak, I … wanted to go there myself … If I didn't use that method, how could you be at ease … letting me go there?"
"Tai Yan … colluded with you …"
"Yes …" Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "Your … King Jinnaruo … has already been taken care of by me …"
"She is not your … enemy …"
"Never … ever …"
"You … you obtained Grandmaster's …"
"Chang Qing's … three arts …"
Palace Master Chang Qing trembled, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "Lost … lost …"
"… That's just … what you believe …" Zhangsun Wuji said softly. "The Mandala Leaf … has already been melted by me … Soul Pearl … I made a fake one … What you just received was Yaksha King Si Kongqi's … Violent Soul … and Cracked Heart … as you know, it's right in the main hall …"
"Good … good …" Palace Master Chang Qing also smiled, but with that smile, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His heart beat faster and faster, and the entire room seemed to be able to hear his violent heartbeat. His blood also flowed faster and faster. The soul of the ruthless and arrogant Yaksha King from 150 years ago used the most ferocious method to attack this body that had been plotted against time and time again, wanting to drag him into an eternally inescapable purgatory.
That mouthful of blood sprayed on Zhangsun Wuji's face, but he didn't dodge, nor did he have the strength to do so. That mouthful of blood bloomed like a poppy flower on his snow-white cheeks, bright and startling. Palace Master Chang Qing looked at him as if he was looking at a poppy. This was his beloved disciple, his prized disciple, the reincarnation of the founder, the genius of the Chang Qing Temple in history. He had always thought that he understood him, but now it seemed that he was far from understanding him!
That kind of scheming, that kind of meticulous planning, that kind of camouflage, that kind of camouflage that had fooled everyone for so many years … How laughable, what did he mean by Tai Yan fighting for the throne with him? So it was just a pretense for him to delay the succession of the throne. No wonder every time the succession of the throne was brought up, conflict would erupt between him and Tai Yan, thus diverting his attention. It was precisely because Tai Yan had been fighting with him for so many years that the entire temple had expended a lot of energy. Everyone was busy with political struggles and didn't have time to pay attention to the Five Regions Continent. As a result, that demonic lotus grew stronger day by day, growing safely under his wings. When she came, he didn't hesitate to use himself as bait, risking his life. Under the protection of Tai Yan, who was his mortal enemy but was actually his ally, he ascended the Sky Reaching Peak, obtained the three Evergreen techniques left behind by the founder, and eliminated the only thing that could be suppressed, the Devil's Snare Leaf. Then, step by step, he tricked Zhangsun Wuji into accepting the Violent Soul and faced both him and Tai Yan at the same time … Good, what a scheme!
Ah … Without such a shocking scheme, how could he, who had already entered the Demigod Realm, be moved? Without such a scheme, how could he deceive the entire temple? Even the Garuda King had become someone else's dowry!
If he had used such a scheme on the Divine Hall, the Divine Hall would have become more prosperous. However, he had done everything for that woman. He had suffered so much. He had set up that trap just for that woman. He had even sent her away safely!
So, he was still a fool!
The Temple Master of Chang Qing laughed in a daze, then laughed coldly. Amidst the crazy heat and bone-chilling coldness, he slowly pressed down with his palm.
Zhangsun Wuji raised his arm horizontally, and his elbow instantly pressed down!
"Crack."
In the quiet room, a faint, hair-raising sound could be heard. Then, the two bodies that were pressed together suddenly separated and fell heavily to the ground.
The Temple Master of Chang Qing fell to the ground and instantly saw himself fly up. He floated in mid-air, lighter than before. He looked down at himself on the ground, and also looked down at Zhangsun Wuji, who was slowly closing his eyes.
All around him, colorful lights flowed.
Had he … ascended?
He smiled in satisfaction and let go of himself in that fleeting light.
He let go of his lonely and stubborn life, which had been at the pinnacle for decades.
I … will never lose.
= = =
"Someone died."
Under the protection of Lei Dong and Gu Yichen, Di Feitian, who had successfully fused his soul before the siege, waved his hand and watched as he killed people as if he was bidding farewell. In the midst of the intense battle, he suddenly said this to Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao was stunned. Her hands slowed down as she asked, "Die … Who's going to die?"
Too many people had died here, so why did Di Feitian say this out of the blue?
"I'm not talking about the death of an ordinary person." Di Feitian looked at her unhappily. "Look."
Meng Fuyao looked up and saw a grayish-white shooting star slowly moving across the sky.
"The death of an extraordinary person corresponds to the heavens." It was rare for Di Feitian to be so patient. "In the future, when you die, there will probably be a shining star."
Meng Fuyao was not in the mood to listen to his joke. She stood there in a daze, not even noticing that a palace guard was swinging his sword at her. Di Feitian swung his sleeve and pushed him away. He looked at her with dissatisfaction. "What's wrong with you, woman? I'm working so hard, and you're just standing there and not doing anything? "
Meng Fuyao just stood there in a daze, her mind spinning. The death of an extraordinary person … corresponds to the heavens … corresponds to the heavens … Now, everyone in the Temple of Chang Qing was here, except for the Temple Master of Chang Qing and Wuji.
The Temple Master of Chang Qing's martial arts and divine arts were not something a human could surpass. He couldn't have died for no reason. Then … then …
She suddenly broke into a run, and in the blink of an eye, she had already broken through the crowd and rushed in the direction the Temple Master of Chang Qing had left.
Garuda immediately said, "Stop her! Stop her! "
Meng Fuyao was charging at an extremely fast speed, but there were too many people here. The Eight Division Army was blocking her path, and the Elders were all experts. She dashed left and right for a while, but was forced back several times. Like a sharp blade, she pierced through the crowd, only to be pushed back again and again. She kicked, kicked, chopped, slashed, cut … Red light filled the air as she killed in a frenzy.
No one can stop me!
Wuji — Wuji —
Temple Master of Chang Qing, I'm going to kill you!
= = =
In a small room in the courtyard, green smoke lingered on the bodies of the two people on the ground. They were silent as death, or perhaps they were really dead.
When Tai Yan woke up from the divine art illusion, this was the scene she saw.
She cried out in shock and immediately rushed over, hugging Zhangsun Wuji. "Senior Brother! Senior Brother! "
Zhangsun Wuji slowly opened his eyes. The bloodstains on his face had yet to be wiped off, making his complexion look even more snowy. His gaze was a little shaken at first, as if he was looking at Tai Yan with a hazy hope. Then, he revealed a slight disappointment, but he immediately covered it up and smiled gently at her.
That smile caused tears to fall from Tai Yan's eyes.
"It's been hard on you …" Zhangsun Wuji sighed softly and slowly raised his hand to wipe away her tears. "It's been so many years …"
"No." Tai Yan's tears flowed violently, and she choked out, "I'm willing, I'm willing …"
Zhangsun Wuji's lips curled into a smile, and he turned to look out the window in a daze. He sighed regretfully, and then said softly, "Tai Yan."
"Mm …"
"You've inherited … God Power." Zhangsun Wuji turned and looked at her seriously. His fingers tugged at her sleeve. "Please … please help her …"
Tai Yan closed her eyes, and tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto his face. Her heart was filled with pain, and she could not squeeze out any words. After a long while, she closed her eyes and choked out a "mm".
There was no movement in her arms, and a light and cool aura floated out of nowhere, but it could not melt the frost on the window. Tai Yan slowly opened her eyes, and through her hazy eyes, she saw Zhangsun Wuji peacefully closing his eyes, with a faint smile on his pale and transparent face.
Tai Yan looked at him in a daze, gently caressing his face. Her fingers traced the outline of his brows, a little … a little … After a long while, she looked up and sighed softly. "You've lost weight …"
She fell into a daze as she looked at the scenery outside the window. The shadows of the trees floated, and the fragrance of the flowers danced. She did not know why, but she felt that the scenery she was familiar with was especially beautiful today.
In life, there were many things that one could not ask for, and many things that one could not keep. In the end, it could not be like this tree that was green all year round, or like this flower that was forever lush.
She retracted her gaze, smiled, and then moved her hand to the top of his head.
The moment her finger moved, a tragic yet decisive smile appeared on her lips. Without hesitation, she pressed her palm on his Baihui acupoint.
Then, she closed her eyes.
A faint light flowed in her palm, like a trembling spring, and flowed into his dying body. It repaired his damaged meridians, warmed his blood-filled organs, and retained his lost life. The Great Light Divine Art that had been passed down by generations of Temple Masters had just flowed into her body two hours ago. Now, she had chosen to give it to him.
His pale face gradually lost the aura of death. Although it was still white, it had the luster of life. His pulse, which had disappeared for a while, was beating gently. It came from nothing, vibrating with the sound of life.
Tai Yan's face gradually withered, like the last rose buried in the snow. It was bright and beautiful at first, but in the end, it could not withstand the biting cold and gradually withered.
An hour later, she retracted her hand. Her body went limp, and she fell to the ground.
She lay beside him, and for a long time, she could not get up.
Earlier, when Temple Master Chang Qing's consciousness had interacted with hers, and when he discovered her secret, he had immediately killed her — — he had plucked her Devil's Snare Leaf.
However, because of Zhangsun Wuji's restraint, the Divine Art had been passed down to her. As long as she used the Divine Art well, she could still be a Temple Master without True Power but with Divine Art.
A Temple Master's Divine Art was enough to look down on the world, and there were very few opportunities to use martial arts. However, when she no longer had Divine Art, she no longer had a chance to live.
Living was a very, very good thing. She wanted to live.
However, she did not want him to die, and die in front of her like this.
If she let him leave like this, how was she going to live through this long and lonely life?
The position of Temple Master, the pinnacle of life, the pinnacle of power, she had never wanted it, and never cared about it. She only wanted her powerful and omnipotent Senior Brother to be able to continue being powerful and omnipotent.
"You … … go and help her yourself … …" She leaned over and leaned on Zhangsun Wuji's body. She rested her head on his chest and smiled faintly. "I don't think I can do it … …"
She smiled as she leaned on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually stabilize. The smile on her face was blurry, as if she was listening to a beautiful piece of music. After she had almost lost it, this was really the most beautiful piece of music in the world. She hoped that he would continue playing it like this for many, many years.
She had been wearing a mask for him her entire life, playing the two-faced person. She had often lost herself in that act, and had been heartbroken at being his enemy. However, countless times when she was about to lose herself, she immediately told herself that this was a secret that she shared with him. She should not feel bitter, because other than this, she would not have the chance to share the same secret with him in this lifetime.
Now that her mission was over, the heavens had arranged for her to leave. From then on, he would walk towards happiness in his world, and she would wait for desolation on the other side.
"But later on … … I regretted it … …" She gently pressed her face against his, her hot tears warming his slightly cold skin. In this life, he had someone to give him warmth, and he had never needed her warmth. The closest distance in this life was at this moment, and they were separated from each other.
"This spy … … it was too hard … … Those days at Heaven Reaching Peak were nightmares … … In the day, I had to humiliate and torture you … … At night, I cried at your wounds … … When I returned, I bit my blanket and rolled on the bed silently. Nine months … … nine months, I tore up all my blankets … … Wuji … … Wuji … … That was the first time I felt … … so this is the true cruelty of life … …"
Not being able to love someone was not the most painful wound. Those heart-wrenching days and nights, those heart-burning torments, those joyful smiles in front of others, and the deep pain and heartache behind others, tore her apart from time to time. When she was finally free, her fate had also come to an end.
The deep mountains were silent, the flowers had fallen, and the fragrance had faded away.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as they slid down his cheeks. Her lips gently moved down and covered his lips.
Between her teeth, a light appeared and disappeared, and a pure white eighteen -petaled datura leaf was fed into his mouth.
My senior … … my love.
From now on, you will be standing at the highest peak in the world, watching the vicissitudes of life change, but I hope you will not feel lonely at the top, and I hope the eternal cold of the Evergreen Divine Mountain will never cool your clothes.
And I, alone, have embarked on a path of no return, and will never look back.
In this life, I have loved you, who loved others. In this life, I have played an illusory show for you, and I have lived my life in the opposite direction. In the next life, I don't want to meet you, I don't want to suffer like this again.
In the mountains, the Evergreen Divine Palace was like spring all year round. Outside the mountains, the vast land was covered with wind and snow. The snowflakes from the distant mountains, together with the colorful flowers, were blown into the window at the same time by the wind. It was so light and cool, like a fragile life as thin as glass. Vaguely, someone was playing a pipa on the sea, and the bleak song that broke through the mountains.
Tai Yan slowly closed her eyes.
Her consciousness was like a cloud, floating in the lonely soft red, three thousand miles long Evergreen Divine Mountain. Vaguely, she seemed to see the past, among the brilliant purple clouds of the Tong flowers, that young man was also like a faint purple cloud, landing in front of her. In the gentle wind, he bent slightly, and his clothes fluttered like a dream. The fragrance of the Asura Lotus King instantly soaked the young girl's youthful beauty.
She saw the deep spring in the warm room of the Heavy Cloud Palace, he held her hand, and looked down at her with a picturesque face.
She heard him say softly, "Tai Yan … … thank you for helping me."
She heard him say, "Don't worry, the position of the Palace Master will definitely be yours."
Wuji, Wuji.
What I wanted was never the position of the Palace Master.
The past flashed past like a long river, and the old and fresh images imprinted in her memory gradually faded, leaving only a picture on the yellowed paper, which lightly described the most peaceful and shocking conversation in the Five Continents.
"Among the 33 Heavenly Palaces, Lihen Heaven is the highest. Among the four hundred and forty diseases, lovesickness is the most bitter."
"I don't miss."
"Oh? Then who did you carve that mark for? "
"For the person in my life that I can't miss."
"Isn't that lovesickness?"
"No, life is short, but lovesickness is long. The mortal world is endless, and life and death are fleeting. Who knows if what awaits me will be a chance encounter or a miss? How can I just stay where I am and let the days pass by? "
"Then what will you do?"
"The mortal world has her, I'll go to the mortal world."
"The mortal world will be in chaos."
"If the mortal world is in chaos, I'll block it; if hell opens, I'll go; if the four seas are angry, I'll cross; if the common people block, I'll fall."
"Why bother?"
"But for her, I'm not afraid of the soft red, and the pain of being inverted."
… …
Senior Brother.
You'll never know.
But for you, I'm also not afraid of the soft red, and the pain of being inverted.
= = =
Meng Fuyao's fierce battle did not end.
The Nine Elements Great Hall was splattered with blood, and the ground was filled with mournful cries. She stepped on the blood and flesh as she advanced. No matter who it was, those who stopped her were her sworn enemies.
Although she had few people on her side, they were all top-notch experts, especially Di Feitian, who fought all the elders alone. His endless stream of strange witchcraft forced the elders to be in a difficult situation.
What was even more amazing was that even the musical formation of the Gandharva Tribe, which was the most proficient in music, was easily tampered with by him. Those beautiful and bewitching music played by the bamboo pipes and strings were disfigured by him using the rattling sound of the bamboo. In the end, it turned into the wailing of ghosts. Coupled with the most powerful Vajra, the Vajra, the Great Hall was in a complete mess.
"Dragon Tribe, formation!" Garuda frowned and finally couldn't help but coldly command. As the Dragon Tribe, which was the best at formations among the Eight Tribes, they had always been the best in the world. Zhangsun Wuji had refined and improved the various formations passed down by the Evergreen Temple. The formations used by his Dragon Tribe could trap anyone in the world, except for the Temple Master who had inherited the divine arts.
The Dragon Tribe Palace Guards didn't move. They hadn't moved since the beginning of the battle. Hearing Garuda's command, the Dragon Tribe Palace Guard said indifferently, "Garuda, because of our crimes, the Temple Master has deprived us of the right to participate in the battle. Before the Temple Master releases us, we can't participate in any battles."
"Bastard!" Garuda was furious. "I'm the new Temple Master's father. I have the right to order you!"
The Dragon Tribe Palace Guard looked at him and bowed. "Please show the Temple Master's token and ask the new Temple Master to give the order."
"You!" Garuda's face was livid. Just as he was about to turn and order the Mahoraga Tribe to bring out the precision ballistae that the temple had never used before and shoot these bastards to death with a rain of arrows, he suddenly heard someone behind him say, "The Temple Master has given the order. All of you, stand down."
Garuda turned around and saw a man wearing a golden mask and the Temple Master's golden robes calmly walking over.
His steps were natural and smooth as he floated up the three thousand jade steps. He was like a ray of golden light, reflecting the blood-stained jade fragments on the ground. There was a different kind of indifference and coldness in his glittering eyes.
"Temple Master, you —" Garuda went up in shock and looked behind him. "Your injuries are fine? That … where's King Jinnara? "
The man's eyes trembled slightly. He looked down at him and reached out as if to pull him back.
Garuda reached out his hand in confusion.
When the hand was in front of him, it suddenly turned from pulling to brushing. Golden light flashed from the fingertips, and like the spring wind and rain, the hand brushed past all the acupoints on his upper body.
Garuda suddenly froze in place.
All the acupoints on his body were sealed in an instant, and even his blood seemed to be frozen. He couldn't even blink. He could only stand there with his back to the temple and stare blankly at the man in front of him.
The head of the top ten in the world, Garuda King Tianji, was subdued in one move.
Although he was caught off guard, Garuda could sense in an instant that the other party was not Temple Master Li Yong, but had used the Temple Master's divine skill.
Where was the Temple Master? Where was Tai Yan? What had happened …
"I'm going to kill you!" A loud shout suddenly came from inside the palace. A slender black figure carrying a jade-white and slightly red radiance suddenly erupted from the top of the Nine Layers Palace. A brilliant rainbow crossed thousands of miles and directly shot out like a bolt of lightning!
That fierce lightning was like a blade that could split open the sky. It carried boundless killing intent and endless hatred as it charged forward resolutely and courageously!
If she couldn't kill the enemy, she would rather destroy herself!
The crimson sword light bloomed in front of her, heading straight for the enemy's heart. She used all the strength in her body to pierce through the Temple Master Chang Qing no matter what. If she didn't succeed, she would die trying!
She swooped down like a fluttering feather from the top of the three thousand jade steps. The floating Tong Flowers were startled by the murderous aura and the fierce wind. They all stopped and then suddenly rose up. In an instant, it was as if the world was covered in a purple brocade.
As for the woman wrapped in brocade, her hair was as black as ink. Her eyes were bright red, but her cheeks were as white as jade. It was as if a jade cup had been splashed with rouge juice, spreading out a clear and bright glow.
The man at the bottom of the stairs, his golden robes fluttering in the wind, gently raised his head and watched her roll down from the clouds, rolling through the wind and smoke for tens of thousands of miles. She rolled towards him with the passion of fire and the burning pain of blood.
At that moment, his eyes changed a thousand times. Relief … pain … joy … regret … relief … grief … the dust had settled.
On the 3,000 jade steps that extended to the sky, he was undying.
Suddenly, he gently opened his arms.
Facing Meng Fuyao, who had drawn her sword, he opened his arms wide and opened his arms.
Then, he gently said, "Fuyao."
"Cha."
The uncontrollable forward momentum, the sword light instantly reached her body.
Meng Fuyao froze in mid-air.
She stared at the man in disbelief. At that moment, she saw his complicated gaze clearly. She saw the boundless elegance between his brows. She saw his graceful and resplendent gaze that had always been deeply focused on her body.
Beside him, the faint fragrance of the Asura Lotus drifted, changing like flowing clouds.
The sun rose and shone on the Chang Qing Temple at the peak of the snowy mountain, reflecting the light on the jade steps of the lonely city. On the jade steps, the man and woman in love finally broke through the layers of barriers and crossed countless life and death to meet and look at each other.
The wind was calm, and the falling flowers were gentle.
Meng Fuyao's hand loosened.
Her body went limp.
Suddenly, she lost all her strength.
She landed.
She threw herself into his open arms.
Like a bird flying high, streaking across the sky with blood, rushing towards the return of fate. At the most painful and breathtaking moment, she landed in the arms that had been waiting for a long time.
= = =
The dust settled.
The Chang Qing Temple had always inherited the Temple Master's Divine Arts. No matter how one obtained the position of Temple Master, the one who possessed the Divine Arts was the master of the sky. Everyone was only loyal to the Temple Master.
Under the threat of the Divine Arts and the Devil's Snare Leaf, no one could resist.
Because of the strange change in the position of Hall Master, the Eight Tribes stopped fighting, the Elders stopped fighting, and Garuda King was temporarily put under house arrest. For Tai Yan's sake, Zhangsun Wuji would not do anything to him again. He would be locked up for a period of time.
Di Feitian was very unhappy about this — he had no opponent.
He requested for Garuda King to be released to fight with him. Zhangsun Wuji said indifferently, "He has just lost his beloved daughter and is unstable. Are you sure you want to take advantage of him?"
The prideful Di Feitian immediately gave up and stared at him for a long time before saying, "I've been fighting for a year and am tired. Next time, I'll come up the mountain to teach you a lesson."
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "Anytime."
The Sorcerer God glanced at Meng Fuyao. From the moment he saw her appear in the main hall, he had no interest in suppressing her. She was clearly someone else's woman, a second-hand one. He did not want her!
Zhangsun Wuji was very satisfied with the Sorcerer God's pride and personally sent him out. In any case, Di Feitian had contributed a lot in this matter. If he had not rushed all the way to the Evergreen Temple and involved the Temple Master and Garuda King's energy, his plan and Meng Fuyao's breakthrough might have been more difficult. The battle in the main hall had gathered many experts, and he had to go all out to deal with the Temple Master. Without Di Feitian's help, even if the Dragon Division's Palace Army had rebelled and saved Fuyao, they might not have been able to protect her.
The Temple Master was too strong and was an unshakable existence. His consciousness covered the entire Evergreen Temple, and he could not get any help. He could only fight alone. Even if he had prepared for Fuyao many years ago, it was still difficult to ensure that everything would go smoothly. There were too many variables, and he had to rely on too many opportunities. The slightest mistake could lead to a complete loss.
He had thought that if he really lost, there would be nothing to complain about. However, if he did not even dare to take a gamble, then he would have wasted his life.
Fortunately, no one would have thought that he would use more than ten years to fake an enemy.
No one would have thought that when he first met Fuyao and suspected that she was the demoness that the Temple had mentioned, he had asked Tai Yan to be his enemy.
This was the last resort that he had left behind. He had painstakingly planned for ten years and one day, just so that when she faced the Temple in the future, he would have a chance of survival.
Now, at least … he had broken through.
It was just a pity for Tai Yan.
He naturally understood Tai Yan's feelings for him. The only thing he could do was to compensate her with the position of Temple Master.
However, her choice in the end made him owe her a lifetime of gratitude.
Zhangsun Wuji gently stroked the jade pendant and looked up into the sky. He faintly heard her say, "Senior Brother, although I am lucky to have met you, it is also not my fortune."
Tai Yan.
Don't meet me in your next life.
In your next life, be yourself.
A gust of wind rushed into his chest. The Thirty-Seven-Leaf Mandara Flower in his body rotated and floated. This was the eternal mark that the woman had left for him, and he would never be able to get rid of it.
Because of fate, the world was gathered. Because of fate, the world was destroyed. Because of fate, the world was destroyed. Because of fate, the world was destroyed.
He let out a long sigh.
Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his back as someone hugged him gently from behind.
A pair of warm and smooth hands came over and slid into his palms.
He did not turn around and smiled as he held the hand. Gently stroking it, he felt the woman's body tremble slightly behind him. Her face, which was leaning against his back, could feel the coldness through her clothes.
"They … left?"
It was a question, but it was also a question.
Meng Fuyao nodded and pressed her face against his back. She seemed to be trying hard to absorb more warmth to resist the guilt and sadness in her heart.
Just now, she had sent Zhan Beiye and the rest off.
Ever since Zhangsun Wuji appeared, the Dahan Emperor had not said a word. His bright eyes were slightly dark and unclear, but his expression was calm.
When she had rushed down the jade steps to assassinate the Evergreen Hallmaster, she had used his sword. When she had passed it back to him, he had stared at it for a long time without taking it back.
The sword of the Dahan Royal Family had never been handed over to others. Once it was handed over, it was equivalent to giving away a lifetime of honor and status.
However, to her, he had passed it to her three times and returned it to her three times.
She would always be the exception in his life, and would always be the end of the world that he could not reach.
With his heart set on pursuing her, he had declared that she was his. However, he had watched her go further and further away.
The Dahan Emperor raised his head and looked at Meng Fuyao in front of the sparkling snow mountain. She was even more sparkling than the snow mountain. She was originally a peerless lotus that was born in the snow mountain soil. She had walked and walked, stepping on blood to advance, all for the sake of her final return.
As for him, in the writing of heaven's will, he was destined to be the highlight of her life. However, he had stopped halfway.
He looked at her for a long time, and then smiled.
The man in black and red robes waved his sleeves in the wind, brushing away the blood, fire, and dust along the way as he laughed.
His loud laughter echoed from the peak of the shrine and spread across the snow mountain range. It resonated with the boundless mountains and caused a new round of snow to fall.
He smiled and said, "A lifetime is enough!"
Then, he took the sword and put it back into its sheath. Without looking back, he left.
The black robes with the red totem shone brightly in the snow, like fine ink stains staining the white ground. Even after walking for dozens of miles, it could still be seen clearly. The ink-like and blood-like life that belonged to the smiling man was outlined on the vast land, never to be erased.
It was enough to have met you once in a lifetime!
Looking at him disappointedly, Meng Fuyao looked at Lei Dong and Gu Yidie with a little uneasiness.
Lei Dong did not say anything and only shook his head with a bitter smile. His red head shook like a rattle drum. In response to Meng Fuyao's thanks, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it! So what if you thank me? If you marry Yeh-er as thanks, I'll accept it! "
Meng Fuyao could only smile bitterly. She thought of something and asked Lei Dong, "Old Man, I heard there's a Thunder Art. Is it a martial art that you created?"
"Huh?" Lei Dong rubbed his bald head and widened his eyes. "What Thunder Art?" After thinking for a long time, he said, "Could it be a set of internal force skills that I came up with when I was bored in my early years? Ah, that thing won't work. It's just fancy and doesn't have half of the essence of my sect's martial arts. I threw it away long ago! "
Meng Fuyao was silent. She thought of Yan Jingchen, who had lost himself for the Thunder Art and even his life. He had spent his whole life chasing after happiness, but in the end, it was just something that was abandoned by others.
Such was the irony of life.
Sighing, she looked at Gu Yidie again. She had wanted to ask about Zong Yue's whereabouts for a long time, but she never had the chance during the battle in the shrine. Now, looking at the cold and beautiful eyes of the middle-aged woman, the audacious Meng Fuyao could not bring herself to ask.
"Are you afraid to ask, or do you not want to ask?" In the end, it was Gu Yidie who spoke first.
Meng Fuyao opened her mouth.
"I'm not happy to help you," Gu Yidie said coldly. "But it's for Yue 'er's sake."
Meng Fuyao was delighted. Zong Yue was fine!
"This silly child …" Gu Yidie sighed softly. "… He didn't have much time left to live, and now … Forget it, I'll do my best."
Meng Fuyao's smile froze as she looked at her in a daze. What … did she mean?
"Don't you know that Yue 'er has a deficiency disease?" Gu Yidie said faintly. "In order to take revenge, he made a deal with witch Fufeng and used her power to perform the Xuanyuan Ancient Art of Face Changing. That was supposed to shorten his lifespan. Moreover, that woman had ulterior motives and took the opportunity to make a move on him. He … won't live past 40."
Meng Fuyao took a step back and held onto the railing behind her. The white marble railing was cold to the touch, but it was colder to the heart.
"With my medical skills and his, if he takes good care of himself, it's possible for him to live a few more years. Unfortunately …" Gu Yidie turned around and didn't look at her anymore. "He's exhausted too much."
The cold and proud woman didn't look back as she floated down the nine-story palace like a willow leaf. Meng Fuyao reached out her hand, wanting to ask her to stay, but feeling too ashamed to do so. She wanted to ask her to stay, but she didn't know what to do. Fate was like flowing water, and the past could never be repeated. If one were to turn back and turn around again, perhaps the ending would still be the same.
She reached out for a long time, but could only catch the bone-chilling wind at the top of the temple. After a long time, a drop of tear fell heavily on her fingertips.
She didn't know that Gu Yi Yi had walked to the foot of the mountain. In a hidden wooden house at the foot of the mountain, she carried out a man in snow-white clothes. She looked at his haggard face for a long time. She could faintly hear that his life was as thin as glass. Bit by bit, with the luxurious passage of time, it gradually broke.
But he only looked in the direction of the Evergreen Temple. His gaze was like a kite that, no matter how far away it was, was always fixed in the direction of her palm.
"If you miss her so much, why don't you go and see her?"
Zong Yue smiled and didn't answer.
Why should he let her see him like this? Why did he have to make her sad? Let her forever remember the healthy Zong Yue in the Four Realms. Let her memory of him forever remain in that final kiss in the Dark Realm.
He wanted to selfishly let the cold and poisonous Zong Yue stay in her life forever in the warmest and most charming way.
"She shed tears for you."
He still didn't speak. After a long time, he said, "Her tears are worthless."
Gu Yidie couldn't help but laugh. Halfway through, tears welled up in his eyes. After a while, he said, "If not for this tear, I would have slapped her."
"It's not too late to turn back and slap her."
Gu Yidie turned to look at him. His smile faded as he sighed. "You're like me, stubborn in speech but soft in heart … We're both … very stupid people …"
"No." The man in white turned back and looked in that direction longingly. In this life, this was probably the last time …
"It's all fate."
= = =
"I don't know if the army has turned back. I believe Zhan Beiye will retreat sooner or later." Meng Fuyao gently leaned against Zhangsun Wuji's back and said softly, "Now I hope that Ji Yu didn't cause too much damage to Qiong Cang."
"The wrath of an emperor will cause blood to flow." Zhangsun Wuji held her hand tightly. "That's why we have to cultivate our hearts and minds from now on, especially you."
Meng Fuyao's expression darkened. She couldn't help but laugh. "You said that Master was in the temple, but I didn't see him."
"Lord Sacred Spirit has already left." Zhangsun Wuji said, "He said that he would be unhappy to see you because you're already stronger than him. In order to prevent a situation where a Master is inferior to a disciple, you don't have to see him anymore."
Meng Fuyao scolded, "Old bastard, too narrow-minded." She thought for a while and then asked, "Why was he in the temple?"
"I'm not sure either." Zhangsun Wuji said, "I wasn't there when he was in the temple. Perhaps he went because of you. The needle under the temple master's foot was really powerful. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long. I suspect that your Master is from the first generation of Divine Servants. "
"Divine Servants?"
"Every generation of temple masters had their own Divine Servants." Zhangsun Wuji thought of Ah Da, who committed suicide after the temple master's death, and sighed. "Only the founder's Divine Servant went missing after he ascended. However, he must have received a message from the founder before he died. That's why Lord Sacred Spirit became your Master."
Although he had read part of the founder's records and obtained the Evergreen Divine Technique, the founder's memories weren't completely open to him. Some things could only be guessed.
Perhaps, when the founder was on his deathbed, he didn't want to repeat his life with the lotus flower. Instead, he wanted to be a new person in a new life and start anew with a new face.
Therefore, the Zhangsun Wuji of today wasn't completely the founder. Just like how Meng Fuyao was now, she was no longer the original lotus flower that was watered with the founder's blood essence.
They had inherited the bloodline, but they had their own experiences, thoughts, and choices.
Meng Fuyao quietly listened to him talk about the entanglement of the past. After a while, she said, "So the 'Sky Splitter' was a petal of the lotus flower, and the Floating Cloud Cauldron was the divine cauldron that the founder cultivated to become a lotus flower human. The lotus flower that was born was formed from my original body. The Sky Splitter and the Floating Cloud Cauldron left behind the lotus flower divine power. The three things combined to achieve the final return. In order to make me strong enough to return to the temple, the founder really put in a lot of effort. However, if these opportunities didn't coincide, wouldn't there be no hope in this lifetime?"
"In the previous life, the lotus flower was too weak. As a human, her consciousness was muddled and she couldn't protect herself at all. There were a few times when she was almost destroyed by the Guardian of the Temple. Therefore, the founder sent you to experience the mortal world so that you could be a new person." Zhangsun Wuji looked at her deeply. "To him, whether you could be with him in the end wasn't the most important thing. You were strong enough to protect yourself and live a happy life according to your heart. That was his biggest dream."
Meng Fuyao met his gaze.
She knew what he meant. This "he" was himself.
The founder of that life and the Zhangsun Wuji of this life might not be exactly the same in terms of personality, but his heart was the same for her.
He never took pleasure in possessing her, only in fulfilling her wishes.
"Fuyao …" Zhangsun Wuji held her hand and slowly turned around, pulling her slightly cold body into his embrace.
"I'm very happy … Your wish in front of the Gods has chosen me."
= = =
The following days seemed to be very blissful. The Great Wan troops retreated, and the Great Han and Wuji stopped fighting. Little Seven was very unwilling to send troops for nothing. With Zhan Beiye's tacit approval, he turned to attack Shangyuan, who was taking advantage of the situation. Yun Hen was also in the army at that time. After he went down the mountain to report the news, he didn't return to the Evergreen Temple. Since Fuyao was fine, he didn't want to disturb her life. Her journey had been too difficult, so why should he add more burdens to her? Coincidentally, the one leading the troops at Shangyuan was Yan Lie. Yan Lie cheated and tried to sneak an attack on Little Seven, but was accidentally discovered by Yun Hen. He endured and endured, but in the end, he still took action.
When Yan Lie saw Yun Hen, he was very surprised and immediately asked him to acknowledge his ancestors. He also asked about Yan Jingchen's whereabouts. Yun Hen rejected his request and told him the truth about Yan Jingchen's death. Yan Lie lost his soul because of this and suffered continuous defeats. He was ordered by the Emperor of Shangyuan to be sent back to the capital to be held responsible for causing trouble for the country. Yun Hen didn't want to save him, but he remembered Yan Jingchen's last words and had no choice but to follow. He planned to spare Yan Lie's life for Yan Jingchen's sake when the Emperor of Shangyuan executed him.
Who knew that Yan Lie was not easy to deal with. When the Emperor wanted to deal with him, he, who held the military power, said, "The general is outside, and the Emperor's orders cannot be obeyed" and simply rebelled. On one hand, Shangyuan was attacked by the Dahan, and on the other hand, there were internal problems. All these years, they had been suppressed by Wuji. They finally wanted to take advantage of the Dahan to send troops to Wuji to earn back some interest, but this happened again. Under the internal and external attacks, Qi Xunyi's unstable regime collapsed like a hollow building. It was the last battle in the palace in the winter of last year. Qi Xunyi was besieged by Yan Lie's army and died. However, Yan Lie, who had won the battle, died suddenly after just three days on the throne. The ministers fought for the throne and were in a mess. Shangyuan fell into the hands of the Dahan in an instant.
The victorious Little Seven immediately followed up his victory and wantonly announced that he would slaughter the entire city and clan of the defeated country. Yun Hen couldn't bear to see his fellow countrymen being slaughtered and immediately stopped him. Little Seven stood in front of the arrow formation and requested to fight with the civil and military officials of Shangyuan. If he lost, he would retreat immediately. If he won, he would kill the entire family of the challenger first.
The civil and military officials of Shangyuan were overjoyed at this ridiculous request but also worried. The Dahan's Little Seven General was famous for his bravery, who could withstand one of his moves? Their gazes turned and turned to Yun Hen. Although he was a minister of Taiyuan, Yan Lie had already appointed him as his successor before his death. Although he was unwilling to accept, he was still the future Emperor of Shangyuan. The future Emperor himself was a master in the world. What reason did he have not to fight for his subjects?
The ministers pleaded one after another, begging the new Emperor to take over the throne and save the people. Yun Hen had no choice but to take over the throne and asked to fight with the Marshal of the Dahan. Needless to say, Little Seven lost.
When Little Seven retreated, he waved his hand happily. With a "Cha" sound, the thousands of soldiers and horses reined in their horses and turned around. Just as they turned around, Little Seven curled his lips and muttered to himself.
"What slaughter? Isn't it just to let you be the boss?"
Yun Hen didn't know that Qi Xunyi shouldn't have lost so quickly. Yan Lie, who was in his prime, shouldn't have died suddenly. If the two Queens of the world wanted to get rid of the obstacles in front of him, then no matter who it was, they would have been kicked away. Qi Xunyi could have been trapped by the secret army of Dawan trained by Ji Yu in an instant, and Yan Lie could have died silently in the hands of Wizard Fufeng.
The young man who wanted to go with the flow for his entire life and was never willing to fight for himself finally walked to that high and cold position. Like the emperors of the two countries, he was at the peak of his life. He sat on the golden throne of nine dragons that was far above the horizon and looked at the woman who was smiling sweetly as she flew to the peak of the extreme north.
Beyond the clouds, at the peak of the extreme north.
These changes in the five continents didn't disturb Meng Fuyao's rare leisurely and peaceful life for the time being.
She accompanied Zhangsun Wuji to tour the mountains and play with the water. Although the Evergreen God Mountain was full of snowy mountains and there wasn't much fun to do, the two of them walked through all the mountains with great interest. They dug through the snow to look for evergreen herbs and climbed into deep valleys to look for evergreen beasts. When there was nothing, they looked at the mountains that danced like silver dragons, looked at the sea of clouds, and watched the sun rise from the peak of the snowy mountain, illuminating the world with a silvery white light. Their eyes were brighter than the ice and snow.
Their steps seemed casual, but they often coordinated in a certain direction. Sometimes, in a certain place, in front of a craggy cliff, the two of them would suddenly stop and say to the sea of clouds beneath their feet, "Sigh, back then, we were here …"
Then, they would stop talking at the same time and smile at each other.
Perhaps their previous lives had been erased, but the call deep in their blood was still there. The places they had walked together hundreds of years ago and shared memories, immediately rushed to them when they stepped foot again hundreds of years later.
Sometimes, they didn't go anywhere and just settled some matters in the temple. Zhangsun Wuji was now the ruler of the Vast Sky Kingdom and the Wuji Kingdom. He planned to reform the current political and religious system in the Vast Sky Kingdom, separating the theocracy from the government and gradually moving towards a centralized system. This was naturally an extremely difficult reform for the Vast Sky Kingdom, which had been a theocratic country for hundreds of years. However, Meng Fuyao believed that with time, Zhangsun Wuji would achieve his goal one day and gradually eliminate the influence of the theocracy on the people. The Evergreen Temple would eventually separate the political power and religion, no longer allowing the illusory theocracy to control the lives of the Vast Sky Kingdom's people.
The Evergreen Temple started with him and ended with him.
Although these matters could not be carried out immediately, they should be nibbled away as soon as possible. This had always been what Zhangsun Wuji was good at. The first step was to abolish the various positions of the various divine halls, abolish the branch system, change the system of provinces and counties, change the selection system of believers, and open up the doors of the entire nation to replace the lower-level officials. Step by step, they would gradually take away the political power of the Evergreen Divine Hall.
While Zhangsun Wuji was busy with these matters, Meng Fuyao sat at the side with her chin resting on her hands, warming herself by the charcoal fire. However, one couldn't expect her to grind ink at night, as that was impossible for Queen Meng. She cracked melon seeds impatiently, so the Temple Master personally used his divine arts to peel the seeds for her. The seeds were hers, while the shells belonged to the Nine-Tailed Fox and Lord Yuan Bao. If the two of them wanted to protest, she would throw them into the snow. Lord Yuan Bao didn't care about the snow, but the Nine-Tailed Fox felt wronged and scratched the door in protest. 'I saved you three times, you promised to reward me!'
Queen Meng had always had a small conscience. After the Nine-Tailed Fox scratched the door for a long time, she threw out a bag of melon seeds.
After eating the seeds, she dozed off, her head nodding in front of her chest, but she refused to sleep. Every time she drooled, Zhangsun Wuji would write a report. Every time Zhangsun Wuji finished a matter, he would look up and see the lotus sleeping worse than a bear. He could only put down his brush with a smile and carry her back to the room to sleep.
Of course, sleeping was just sleeping. Meng Fuyao felt that since they weren't married yet, they shouldn't let a little personal desire affect the perfection and uniqueness of their wedding night.
Hence, Zhangsun Wuji and the Temple Master could only face the beauty's sleeping posture and suppress their desire to do something that all men loved to do.
Naturally, Meng Fuyao's' Emotional Lock 'poison was cured. The last antidote was in the temple and had always been in the Temple Master's hands. The problem that had troubled her for a long time was now easily solved.
Hence, as long as it wasn't too overboard, Queen Meng would pretend not to know.
Her days were a little lazy, a little carefree, and a little lost. She had been busy for a long time with a goal in her heart. Now that the dust had settled, she suddenly felt empty in her heart, as if the purpose and meaning of her life had suddenly disappeared.
Back in the Nine Elements Palace, when faced with a choice, she had chosen to save Zhangsun Wuji. However, that didn't mean that she could abandon her mother. That was her lifelong obsession, deeply ingrained in her blood and soul. How could it be easy to completely abandon it?
She was that lotus, but also wasn't that lotus. That lotus had existed only for the Ancestor. Now, this lotus had gone through the mortal world and reincarnated. She had already remade herself in the mortal world. All the love, hate, and concern were her own.
However, she didn't say it. Since she had made a choice, there was no need to think too much. If Zhangsun Wuji was so affectionate, how could she ask him if he had a way to send her away after inheriting the Divine Arts?
Back then, she had tried so hard to find the Great Medium from the Divine Hall. Now that the Great Medium was by her side, she couldn't speak anymore.
She gradually became depressed, but she always forced a smile. She didn't sigh, but she was always a little absent-minded. She ate very little, but drank a lot. She often talked in her sleep, but she didn't know that there was always someone listening through the curtain, casting a bleak shadow on the moonlight.
On the brightest day of the eighth lunar month, a silver plate was hung high on the Evergreen Divine Mountain. Because of the extraordinary talent, the moonlight looked exceptionally pure.
At the peak of the Nine Elements Palace, an exquisite table was set up on the jade platform. She and Zhangsun Wuji sat together.
They didn't need any servants, and there was no need for outsiders to disturb this hard-won reunion. Zhangsun Wuji personally poured wine for her, and the clear wine shone like a silver ball under the moonlight. She smiled brightly at the silver light and said, "Look, look, the moon in the sky, the moon in the cup, it's a reunion no matter where we go."
Zhangsun Wuji caressed her slightly flushed face as he looked at her smiling yet desolate eyes. His fingers paused for a moment before gently moving to the corner of her lips, wiping away some of the wine. He smiled and said, "Even when you're drinking, you're still so sloppy."
Meng Fuyao was about to retort when she saw him bring his finger, which was stained with wine, to his own lips and gently suck on it.
Her face suddenly turned red, and under the moonlight, it was as beautiful as a newly bloomed begonia flower.
"Of all the wine I've drunk in my life, this is the most mellow moment." Zhangsun Wuji smiled beside her. He didn't sit opposite her, but squeezed beside her. Their clothes were thin, and through their clothes, they could feel the warmth of each other's skin. Even though they didn't use their fingertips to touch each other, they mysteriously knew that it was soft and smooth, making them yearn for it.
Meng Fuyao supported her cheeks with her hands and turned to look at the man beside her. This man was created by God, and he had the most exquisite face in the world. Looking at him for a long time would make one feel dizzy, especially when he was a little drunk. His eyes, which were usually filled with light, suddenly rippled like water. From her drunkenness to his drunkenness, she could see the fragrance of the fragrance, the moonlight, the splendor of the Milky Way, and the distant darkness.
And just like that, he seemed to be smiling for her. That smile was deep and shallow, and it had an indescribable arc, just like her.
"Fuyao …"
She softly said, "Mm," in a half-drunk state.
"Say what you want to say."
Meng Fuyao's fingers trembled, and the wine in her cup spilled halfway. In an instant, she sobered up. Actually, she wasn't drunk. Her alcohol tolerance had increased recently, and it wasn't easy to get drunk.
Say … what she wanted to say …
He still … saw through it.
Well, she smiled. Zhangsun Wuji was crystal clear, and no matter how well she tried to hide it, she couldn't hide it from him.
What was she thinking?
The most vulgar old saying went, "Every festive season, one thinks twice of one's family."
The dust had settled, and there was nothing to worry about. On this full moon night, the full moon reminded her of the little house in her previous life, and the mooncakes she shared with her mother. She liked egg yolks, and her mother liked lotus seeds, so the mooncakes weren't split in half. Instead, they dug out the egg yolks and left the lotus seeds. Such a good mooncake was a mess. After finishing it, mother and daughter would laugh and go out for a stroll hand in hand. Mooncakes were too high in calories, and needed digestion.
Although they said they were going for a stroll to aid digestion, they ended up buying roasted chestnuts in a paper bag. They would rustle in their palms, and the heat of the chestnuts would seep out, warming up the town's cold air in August. The yellow chestnuts were round and full, and sweet in the mouth, like a smile under the bright moon.
But now, it was the fifteenth night of the eighth lunar month. Who would celebrate with her mother? Who would eat the egg yolks or lotus seeds in the egg yolks for her? Who would hold the chestnuts in her palms and make them round and round?
She had achieved perfection on one end, but she couldn't get the reunion on the other end.
Zhangsun Wuji reached over and placed his hand on hers. The heat of his palm burned her, and even her heart seemed to tremble. His gaze was encouraging, warm, and forgiving. As long as it's something on your mind, I want to share it with you.
She sighed softly and felt that she wasn't a good actress. Why couldn't she be more heartless? Or perhaps she could be more shrewd? Or perhaps she could forget about her previous life? Or perhaps she could have hidden herself well. It was better than being neither up nor down. It was hard for him to keep her hanging.
"I want …" At this point, there was no need to hide it anymore, or it would be letting him down. She raised her eyes and looked at him clearly. "I want to know how mother is now."
Zhangsun Wuji didn't move his hand, and his smile seemed to fade a little. It was a little like the moonlight on the platform, but his tone was still calm, and he only said one word.
"Look."
The moonlight was like satin, and it slowly opened in front of the stone table. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao saw her mother in the moonlight.
No, she couldn't see her mother. She only saw the hospital bed with all kinds of equipment buzzing around it. She saw the doctors and nurses bustling around the bed, and she saw a bony hand hanging by the side of the bed. It was full of green needle marks and mottled age spots.
He saw an old fairy tale book lying on the ground, flipping weakly in the wind.
After a while, the crowd quietened down. The doctor walked away quickly and instructed the nurse, "Give her a notice of critical illness …"
The nurse ran after the doctor. "She doesn't have any relatives …"
The doctor asked doubtfully, "No relatives? This patient has been critically ill a few times, but she doesn't seem to want to leave. Who is she waiting for? "
…
Meng Fuyao's face suddenly lost all color.
She froze under the moonlight, and every inch of her was soaked in the cold moonlight. Or was she even colder than the moonlight? That was just coldness since ancient times, but she seemed to want to be cold for eternity.
Her gaze landed on the wine glass in front of her. The wine was fragrant and alluring, and at that moment, it felt like a whip. Her mother was critically ill, struggling alone on the line between life and death. Yet, she was in another world, drinking and celebrating with her lover.
That wine was a fine brew, a poisonous liquid. It was fragrant and mellow when it entered her throat, but it was juicy when it entered her stomach.
Slowly, she tightened her grip on the wine glass, tighter and tighter.
The pure gold wine glass was softly squeezed in her palm, squeezing out thin edges and corners that pierced into her skin. A deep red color seeped out, staining the brilliant gold leaf. It was dazzling to the eye.
A hand gently reached over and took away the unformed wine glass. Zhangsun Wuji waved his sleeves and kept the moonlight. Looking at her frosty white face under the moonlight, he sighed softly and pulled her into his embrace.
She immediately rested her head on his shoulder and hugged his waist with both hands, like a drowning person looking for a pillow to hold onto. Her face and hands were so cold that ice formed wherever they touched.
He immediately adjusted his inner breath to warm himself up. Meng Fuyao buried her head in his embrace, her body trembling slightly. Her body was hot and cold at the same time, and the alcohol slowly crept up. Leaning against his body, she immediately heated up.
That heat immediately caused him to stiffen slightly, and for a moment, he couldn't control himself. Although the two of them had been together for a long time, she had always been shy about physical contact. Whenever he got close, she would escape. Tonight's entanglement had never happened before.
Zhangsun Wuji started panting softly.
He was a man of the right age, a man who was mentally and physically strong. Naturally, he had the same desires as other men, but he didn't like to be like them, who could casually have sex with any woman. He only wanted his woman, his half. For this, he didn't hesitate to wait for a long time, more than 20 years.
He wanted to hold her in his arms and bring her to the clouds, to become one with each other as they climbed and entangled. That was the most revered ascension in the world, blooming in the joy of the mortal world, as brilliant as the stars.
But he couldn't, not at this moment.
She was in pain, and she had just found out about the critical condition of her family from her previous life. Her current attachment was just a subconscious reaction to the pain in her heart. He didn't want to possess her like this, when she was still in a daze and at her most beautiful moment.
Zhangsun Wuji stood up stiffly and carried her. "I'll send you back to your room."
She didn't say anything and snuggled into his arms like a cat. Her breathing was light, and there was a faint fragrance of wine and her virgin body. Her soft hair fluttered over and landed on his chin, causing him to stiffen even more. He almost couldn't coordinate his steps properly.
After finally returning to their room, he didn't even light the lights. Under the moonlight, he put her down and kissed her forehead gently. "Sleep …"
She still didn't say anything, but just as he was about to get up, she suddenly reached out and hugged his neck.
The fragrance around them became stronger, and the room was filled with a charming fragrance. The moonlight was so soft, just like her eyes at this moment. Zhangsun Wuji's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt himself go soft. He leaned over and was pulled down by her.
He half-knelt by the bed, and his clothes were half-slanted. Under the moonlight, his exquisite collarbones could be seen. He didn't adjust his clothes, and only whispered, "Fuyao …"
She replied with an "Mm".
He wanted to say something, but she had already put her lips on his.
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss him. Her posture was a little clumsy, but her lips were soft and fragrant like the most delicate flower petals. There was a faint fragrance of wine between her teeth, but it was more of a sweet and fragrant taste that belonged to her. It was a clean and seductive taste that came from the depths of her body. She learned from experience and used her tongue to gently pry open his teeth. In exchange, he chuckled and sucked on her tongue.
The moment he took the initiative, her previous boldness disappeared without a trace. She was a little confused and a little passive. She did not know when he had already pressed down on her body, firmly entangling her. He kissed her carefully, tasting her sweetness and warmth bit by bit. Their lips and teeth touched slightly, and the sound was soft and trembling. She trembled, but he suddenly moved away, and turned to gently kiss her pure white forehead, kissing her moist cheeks, and kissing the tip of her cold and cute nose. His kiss was accompanied by light nibbling, not painful but a little itchy. She could not help but want to shrink away, but the moment her body moved, he immediately let out a low moan, and buried his face in her shoulder while gasping for breath.
She stiffened as she felt a certain change in his body. For a moment, she was at a loss as to what to do. She tried to avoid it again, but his body tensed up even more. He let out a weak groan, and she immediately did not dare to move again. His hand that was pinching her waist suddenly hooked his fingers, and the belt was already silently lowered.
Before she could react, his fingertips turned. God knew how dexterous he was when it came to stripping someone's clothes. She clearly didn't feel it, but the clothes suddenly fell to the ground, forming a soft pile at her feet. Her outerwear, inner robe, self-made underwear … There was a small flower embroidered on her bra, a simple five-petal flower. He bent down and kissed it, causing her to tremble slightly. Then, he peeled it with one hand. She was shocked and subconsciously tried to cover it, but it was too late. She heard him chuckle softly. "I apologize … I was wrong in the past …"
She looked at him questioningly, and his gaze swept across her chest with a smile.
She was so embarrassed that she flew into a rage out of humiliation. Not to be outdone, she pulled him down and anxiously tore off his clothes. Her actions were not gentle at all. He was not in a hurry and allowed her to undo his clothes in such a clumsy manner. He also threw away all the obstructions that he wanted to remove one by one.
Suddenly, they felt the moonlight cool down, and both of their eyes lit up. Both of them were calmly immersed in the same silver light.
Her figure was like a beautiful mountain range, and wherever she went, it was like the softest poem. The moonlight shone on her body, making it look like jade and glass, outlining the most moving light golden curves. She rose and fell, and at the turning point, it made people exclaim in amazement, and at the deep end, it made people tremble. As if she felt that the moonlight was embarrassing, she raised her arm to cover her eyes. From her arm to her waist, it was like a flowing wave of attractive curves, like a whirlpool that made people want to be forever immersed in.
She covered her eyes, but secretly looked at him. Why did this man have such a good figure? Why was his skin as smooth as silk? Wasn't he afraid of attracting the jealousy of the heavens …. Before she could finish this thought, her eyes darkened and her body became heavy. He had already gently covered her.
She trembled, and the side of her face touched his shoulder. Suddenly, she felt that the touch was different. When she opened her eyes, she saw that there were fierce scars on both of his shoulders. There were also deep scars on his wrists, especially on his left hand. After the healing, the skin was slightly protruding. The perfect flaw, the glaring and painful scars.
Her tears immediately fell, falling on the light red scars and slowly spreading on the uneven skin. She gently caressed the scars, and her tears fell endlessly. It was as if she wanted to use her tears to wash away the painful scars, wash away the pain he had suffered for her, and even wash away the marks she had left in his life. Those marks belonged to the heavens, and he shouldn't have to bear.
He turned his shoulder, as if he wanted to avoid her gaze. However, the scars were on both sides, so it was the same no matter which side he turned to. He could only bitterly smile, hug her, and say in a low voice, "It's okay …. It doesn't hurt …."
It was as if he was coaxing a child, and it was a bit silly coming out of his mouth. Her tears rushed even faster, but in the midst of her tears, she raised a smile and reached out to hug his waist.
Encouraged, he pressed even closer to her, gently holding her pearl-like smooth and delicate body in the palm of his hand. He kissed her peaks and valleys again and again, kissing her warm softness. His body was also trembling slightly, and in the scorching flames, he rushed forward slowly, but gently. She was wrapped in a soft cloud, like a piece of smooth silk, tossing and turning in his palm, rubbing with fiery strength. Her mind was burning with a blazing sea of fire, and she was hot and dizzy. Her fingers dug deeply into the smooth texture of his back, and she was a little fuller under his lips, but it also gave birth to an extreme emptiness, as if the depths of her life were crying out for something, craving for the magma-like heat and fullness that came from him.
In her dazed consciousness, she instinctively raised her body and pressed closer to him. He gasped for breath, firmly holding her slender waist, and pulled her closer to him, making their bodies more compatible. The friction between their skin ignited a new fire, and she could not help but moan. He hugged her tightly, and whispered into her ear, "Fuyao, I'm here."
She softly replied with an "En", and in the next moment, her body stiffened, and a vague moan appeared between her lips. Her waist could not help but arch into a beautiful arc, and a bright red color like rouge fell. He immediately slowed down his movements, and kissed her again and again, patiently waiting for her to relax her body, until she softened into a puddle of spring water. Only then did he gallop over thousands of mountains and rivers, and drive into the depths of her body. She hugged his waist tightly, and in the extreme gallop, experienced the close connection, and in that painful pleasure, she suddenly wanted to cry … … They, from now on, had truly become one. From now on, she had truly given herself to him.
Her tears fell, and she choked as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. Her lips were at the side of his ear, and she tilted her head to suck on his earlobe, saying clearly in his ear, "I love you."
I love you.
We first met fifteen years ago, and then we met again four years ago. We were separated and joined, and moved through the seven countries. Until today, at the northernmost tip of the Five Continents, I can finally tell you frankly that I love you.
I loved you a long time ago, but I only told you today.
The person hugging her suddenly quieted down, and then he lowered his face, looking for her lips, and kissed away the tears that fell on her lips. He laughed softly, "If you love me, why are you crying?"
She did not speak, and covered her eyes with her hands, but he suddenly turned her over, and before she could cry out, she had already fallen on top of him. Below her body was his hazy eyes, and he looked at her deeply, asking her, "How long have you loved me?"
How long have you loved him?
She was suddenly stumped by this question. How long have you loved him? It seemed that it was only a moment of shock, but it also seemed that it was only after a long time of entanglement that it left a mark in her heart. In her world, he had always been a special case. From the beginning, they had been entangled, and even now, he was still a stranger.
How could such a strange man fall in love with her, who had no redeeming qualities? What was so good about her? Willful and selfish, she had broken his heart along the way, and in the end … … she closed her eyes and did not look at him, but he did not seem to be willing to relax, as if he wanted to get some confirmation. He still asked her, "How long have you loved me?"
How long have you loved him?
Perhaps it was the pain of the blood on the snowy ground of the Four Realms of Vast Sky, or the coldness of the ice cave at the Heaven Reaching Peak, or the hug in the pouring rain in the Li Family Village of Xuanji, or the silent and tacit warmth of Yu Heng's pursuit.
Or even earlier, the smiling man who played the zither across the lake in Wuji Palace, the angry scolding in the hot spring of Haoyang Mountain in Yao City, or even the helping hand of him, who was still a stranger on Xuanyuan Mountain.
Or perhaps, none of this was true. Instead, it was the wholehearted support and companionship during the long journey. It was the silent invasion of the wind. It was the painstaking effort to pave the way for her without letting her know. It was the magnanimous act of letting go and fulfilling her wishes.
The free spirit that did not want to be tied down, finally looked back for him.
She closed her eyes and smiled, kissed his face, and said softly, "Very long … … very long … …"
As the kiss fell, her tears fell as well. Tonight, she especially loved to cry, and was especially soft and indulgent. After the initial shyness, she actually dared to take the initiative to test and tease him. She kissed the side of his beautiful face and kept wandering on his smooth skin. She heard him uncontrollably trembling and gasping for breath under her body. Time and time again, she couldn't help but flip him over and press him down, and then hug him even more tightly.
Tears silently gushed out, accompanied by sweat. Both of their bodies were wet with light. She was like a swimming fish, swimming between each other's bodies while hugging him even tighter. She wanted to let loose to her heart's content today, to make up for all the losses and losses he had suffered along the way. If it was possible, she hoped to make up for it more, much more ….
This hug was so indulgent, and this love was so endless. This night of tearful entanglement, as if they wanted to offer their life's essence to each other.
When the sky was about to brighten, she was tired and powerless, and he finally let go. His fingers slid down her sweaty back. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and she heard him whisper in her ear, "I also love you … … for a very, very long time."
She closed her eyes, and quietly listened to his painful heartbeat. She listened to him fall asleep, and his breathing became even. She waited for a while before quietly sitting up.
He slept quietly, and did not bother her or press down on her. This made her not have to worry about how to wake him up without waking him up. She deeply stared at his sleeping face in the last darkness before dawn. That peaceful face, that noble jade-like white skin, and those long eyelashes that covered his eyes created beautiful shadows.
She leaned over slightly, as if she wanted to kiss those eyes. However, she stopped in midair, and a kiss landed on the cold dawn air.
She quietly hugged her knees and sat on the bed for a moment. The darkness fell heavily on her shoulders, and she seemed to be slightly trembling from the pressure.
Then she put on her clothes, got up, and silently floated out of the door.
She did not look back.
= = =
She walked in the dawn of the Evergreen Temple, all the way forward, holding a thin golden page in her hand.
That was the last page of the golden page left by Gale.
At that time, the last page of the golden page was full of strange lines, and she did not see what it was. Now that she had lived in the Evergreen Temple for a long time, she finally understood that it was the map of the Evergreen Temple.
She didn't know how the map of the Evergreen Divine Palace was in that book, how it was taken away by Gale, and how the book was connected to her destiny. She didn't know the answer now. What she was paying attention to was the place marked on the map.
The Soul Receiving Palace of the Evergreen Temple.
Hundreds of years ago, she was sent away by the founder of the temple to another space. Generation after generation of reincarnation experience, waiting for each other's return.
Now, she was going there.
Without news of her mother, she could still deceive herself and others, but after seeing that scene tonight, she could no longer harden her heart and stay like this. She could no longer let her mother wait for her to die miserably. After death, there would be no one to send her off, and she would be able to enjoy her own happiness in this world.
That kind of happiness, in the days to come, would turn into a heart-piercing knife, cutting the heart of her conscience every day, cutting her life into pieces, dripping with blood.
At that time, it would no longer be happiness.
She could only go back, and this time, there would be no chance to look back.
Although she had inquired about the way to leave, and even intentionally or unintentionally searched for records of such methods in the Evergreen Temple, although she most hoped to go back to send her mother off, and then return to his side, she knew that this idea was too absurd. It was no less than a dream. The space was split, and the probability was one in ten thousand. It was lucky to be able to go back, so how could it be possible to go back like this?
Then Wuji.
This night of ecstasy, this night of indulgence, is the last compensation I can give you.
After this night of intoxication in the world of mortals, I will look back on the waves of the sea.
The huge golden door of the Soul Connecting Underground Palace slowly opened in front of her.
There were no guards in this place. It was said that since the chaos of the Ancestral Master hundreds of years ago, this place had not been visited.
Legend had it that the previous Temple Masters had "ascended", so although this was the underground palace of the Temple Master of the Evergreen Temple in name, in reality, it was not even considered a cenotaph.
Meng Fuyao walked down the stone steps carved with lotus flowers, and heard her own footsteps echo in the deep and dark tunnel.
The tunnel was dark and long, and blue and white porcelain lamps flickered. The ground was paved with huge stones, and every three steps, a huge lotus flower was carved on the stone surface. The triangular underground palace gradually appeared in front of her eyes, and every step was golden. The giant emerald beasts in the anteroom looked at each other silently.
Everything seemed familiar.
The dream of meeting Zhangsun Wuji for the first time suddenly reappeared. Meng Fuyao walked towards the main tomb without hesitation, and then she stopped.
It was so tall and huge, and it was so majestic and magical that it was beyond the imagination of the human brain.
The totems of auspicious beasts rose on the pure white stone pillars, and the golden dome had dozens of luminous pearls shining brightly. When one looked up to the highest point, one could see the sun, moon, and stars. It was as if another layer of the nine heavens had been created.
The only thing missing was the golden coffin.
Meng Fuyao caressed the golden book in her hand, and the lines on it had long been engraved in her heart. She went straight to the top of the tomb, to the peak of the ninth level of the golden stairs.
There was a lotus platform made of bronze, and it was the only thing in the entire magnificent underground palace that was old and dim. There were black spots on the platform that seemed to be blood stains.
In the middle of the lotus was a small three-legged jade cauldron, which was also familiar. There was a shallow slot in the cauldron, and Meng Fuyao dripped a drop of blood on the golden page. Following the method she had learned from the temple, she inserted the page into the slot.
"Fuyao."
The voice behind her was so sudden that it made her tremble. She froze, her shoulders so stiff that it seemed like she could not turn around.
After a while, she slowly turned around and forced a smile. She knew that it was very ugly, but she did not know what kind of expression she should put on.
Zhangsun Wuji leaned against the door and looked at her quietly. There was no anger, no shock, and no expression on his face. Only his eyes were filled with endless waves.
It was as if he wanted to use his gaze to wrap around her and replace his embrace. He wanted to engrave and carve the figure of this woman, who was destined to be flawed in his life, into his heart and firmly into his life.
Meng Fuyao averted her gaze and clenched the golden page in her hand.
Suddenly, Zhangsun Wuji walked over gently.
He walked to Meng Fuyao's side and took the golden page from her hand. Meng Fuyao was at a loss when she felt her hand loosen. Her heart sank, and at the same time, she seemed to heave a sigh of relief. In a daze, she thought to herself, If he doesn't want me to leave … then I won't leave.
How could she bear to insist on leaving in front of him? How could she bear to turn around under his gaze?
It was good that he was helping her make a choice.
Suddenly, he said softly, "The golden page is not meant to be used like this."
Meng Fuyao was shocked. She saw him bite his finger and drip a drop of blood onto the golden page. When the blood dripped onto it, the golden page suddenly turned jade-white and emitted a hazy glow. It slowly floated in Zhangsun Wuji's palm.
"By relying on the divine power of the Ancestral Master on the golden page, you can pass through the gap between heaven and earth. However, when you land there, you will most likely fall into eternal darkness, unable to break free and unable to leave. From then on, you will forever drift among the cold stars." Golden light gradually appeared on his fingertips, as if a pool of golden lava was burning the jade page in his palm. The halo grew bigger and brighter, and Meng Fuyao could no longer see his expression behind it. "Only the divine power of the current Hallmaster can accurately find the opportunity of another space-time and send you to where you want to go."
Meng Fuyao opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she felt her heart being blocked. The words and tears were stuck in her throat, and she could neither swallow nor spit them out. Her heart was in pain.
He knew … he knew everything …
"I can't send your body back." The golden light on Zhangsun Wuji's fingertips surged, and his expression was as calm as water. He even turned around and smiled at her. "Fuyao, leave your body to me."
Meng Fuyao bit her lips and stared at him. At this moment, she did not want to cry anymore. How could she see him clearly when tears blurred her vision? How could she engrave the love of her life in her heart?
The jade-white light was refined by the golden light and turned into a jade-colored silk. It floated in the huge palace and slowly rolled towards Meng Fuyao.
Just as the light was about to reach her, she suddenly rushed forward.
She rushed into Zhangsun Wuji's embrace and hugged him tightly. Lifting her face, she kissed him deeply on the lips.
Zhangsun Wuji's face, which had been as calm as ever, finally rippled like water under her hot and cold embrace. He sighed and lowered his face, allowing her to find more of his warmth.
In the grand but cold palace, cold light faintly shone on the tearful man and woman kissing. They were tightly entangled, and their lips were tightly pressed together, choosing to kiss each other until they suffocated. She hugged his waist, and he hugged her shoulders. They both knew that each other's curves were the only match in their lives, but in the end, they still let go in order to fulfill each other's wishes.
In their previous life, they loved each other so much that they tortured each other. In this life, they chose to love each other with tolerance.
A spiraling wind blew in the palace, and the golden and jade light intertwined and rolled down leisurely. It was like a magnificent drama in life that was about to end forever.
The most touching kiss of a life and death was before they parted forever.
The jade light was like a brocade, rolling down leisurely.
Meng Fuyao turned into a seaweed in the deep water, floating dizzily in his ocean. Countless flashes of lightning flashed in her mind, and the world was chaotic between their lips. In that bright white aurora, she had no consciousness or feeling. She only knew that she loved the man in front of her, and in the blink of an eye, she was about to lose him.
In that blurry world, she suddenly felt her body turn cold, and her consciousness lightened. Someone gently patted her head, and a soft and gentle voice whispered in her ear, "Go."
Her vision turned black, and in a panic, she reached out to grab him. However, when her hand reached out, it suddenly disappeared, and she could no longer see him. She tried to turn back, but like a small fish, she was swept away by a huge wave. At the last moment, she only had time to shout, "Wait for me, I must come back!"
The jade light rolled and retracted in an instant. Meng Fuyao's phantom was no longer in the underground palace, and there was another Meng Fuyao lying on the ground without a soul.
Zhangsun Wuji stood quietly in front of the lotus platform, but did not stop. The golden light in front of him gradually spread out and extended throughout the entire palace. In the golden light, there was a faint jade-colored dot that leaped into the distance. His eyes were fixed on that dot, and he kept moving his finger along its trajectory. Every second he persisted, his face turned paler, and bean-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The drops fell to the ground with a rustling sound, and in an instant, the ground was soaked.
This was the most crucial part of the whole "Sky Crossing Technique". It was easy to send someone away, but difficult to send someone safely to an accurate location. It required all of one's divine power to control it from afar, and if one was not careful, one's cultivation would be destroyed, or even lose one's life. This was also the technique that no one in the Temple other than the Ancestral Master and himself had used. No one was willing to use their lives in exchange for a promise.
The light gradually faded, and the jade-colored dot finally landed in the place he had arranged for it to go.
Zhangsun Wuji was already on the verge of collapsing. He reached out to support himself on the lotus platform and looked down at the ground, where Meng Fuyao's last tears were. Zhangsun Wuji stared at the gradually fading tears for a long time, and a bleak smile appeared on his face.
Before he could finish his smile, he suddenly swayed and spat out a mouthful of blood on the lotus platform.
The blood splattered like a lotus, and before he could finish it, he spat out another mouthful of blood. It was as if he was going to spit out all the blood in his body.
Half of Zhangsun Wuji's body was pressed against the lotus platform, and he pressed on his chest. He closed his eyes and gasped for breath amidst the dark red. He could not tell which part was more painful, or perhaps he no longer knew pain. From the moment he sent her away with his own hands, he was no longer himself.
After a long, long time, he struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked slowly to the entrance of the palace. He said to the disciples who had been waiting there, "From now on, I will be in seclusion. No one is to disturb me."
The disciples bowed respectfully. It was common for the Temple Master to go into seclusion, and everyone was used to it.
Zhangsun Wuji turned around and returned to the underground palace. He closed all the palace doors and walked to the platform on the ninth floor, where he pressed on a pillar.
The ground cracked open, and with a series of creaking sounds, a huge golden coffin slowly rose.
Zhangsun Wuji bent down to carry Meng Fuyao, who was on the ground, and placed her on his lap. He gently stroked her face, a slight smile in his eyes.
He raised his head, his expression distant, and his smile as faint as a spring flower.
In a daze, the black cupboard door opened, and a five-year-old child's clear eyes shyly reflected his shadow.
In a daze, Mystic Essence Mountain was calm, and the young girl who rose from the cliff looked at him with her startled eyes.
In a daze, the warm wind of Vast Yang Mountain was intoxicating, and the first kiss in the hot spring.
In a daze, Yao City was blooming, and the eccentric yet beautiful lady in a palace dress gave him a liveliness that he had never experienced in his life, and then gave him a dance that could topple the world.
In a daze, in the prison in Wuji Splendor, she hugged him tightly and said, "Cry it out, cry it out …"
In a daze, in the stormy night in Xuanji Li Village, she crazily crashed into his embrace, crying her heart out in pain.
In a daze, in the Nine Elements Hall, she kowtowed and resolutely said, "Please let Zhangsun Wuji go."
…
There was too much beauty in this life.
Unknowingly, it had become so full.
He chuckled and hugged her even tighter.
He had known that this would happen.
He had stayed in Vast Sky and not returned to Wuji, waiting for this moment. He knew Fuyao too well, more than she knew herself.
Fuyao was able to endure until now, to not ask for anything from him, to try to give up when there was still hope, to finally give herself to him. He already felt that it was a pleasant surprise.
She had given up for him, so he could naturally do the same.
Everyone prayed for the best of both worlds, but only he knew that it required too much near-miraculous luck.
He slowly got up and fed her a jade bead. He also had one in his mouth. Then, he carried her and slowly stepped into the huge golden coffin.
Fuyao.
If you turn around, I will be in hell.
= = =
When Meng Fuyao woke up, it was pitch black everywhere.
She thought that she had really fallen into a black hole and was drifting forever, and her heart was filled with despair.
Suddenly, the darkness flickered, and gradually, a white light appeared. Amidst the white light, there were voices of people talking.
"Aiya, it's okay, it's okay."
"Okay, okay, she's not dead …"
"She scared me! I clearly saw her suddenly collapse. "
"Miss, Miss!"
She slowly opened her eyes, not used to this modern address. Shouldn't it be called 'Miss'?
Many faces squeezed in front of her, male and female, old and young, all asking about her body. She calmed herself down and saw their clothes clearly.
Indeed … she had returned to the modern era.
At this moment, her heart was filled with endless sorrow, and the bitterness in her heart almost made her cry.
When the crowd saw that she was not dead, they gradually dispersed. She struggled to get up, and when she turned her head, she saw the sign 'XX City's First Hospital' not far behind her.
Mother!
Meng Fuyao immediately ran over.
She stopped in front of the hospital's entrance and sized up the unfamiliar woman inside. Suddenly, she was a little worried. How was she going to see her mother like this? Could her mother still recognize her? If she couldn't, how was she going to explain herself? Reincarnation in another body? Did she have to scare her one more time before her death?
She thought about it and couldn't come up with a good idea, so she could only take one step at a time and find the familiar ward.
Her fingers stopped in front of the door for a long time, and she didn't dare to push it open. This step was too difficult, and she was actually afraid of returning home.
Suddenly, heavy breathing sounds came from the room.
In a panic, she pushed the door open and rushed in. The light was a little dim, and she didn't see her mother. Instead, she saw two people sitting by the bed with red eyes looking at her in shock.
They were Xiao Li and Fatty from the research institute.
The two of them looked at the unfamiliar woman who suddenly rushed in with astonishment, but Meng Fuyao didn't even look at them. She rushed to the bed, and almost at the moment when she touched the side of the bed, tears flowed down.
Mother …
Her voice was stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say it out loud.
The person on the bed had tubes all over her body and was connected to all kinds of equipment. The weak electric waves were moving at a steady pace, and the light beeping indicated that the patient didn't have much time left. Meng Fuyao tried her best to piece together her mother's face among the oxygen masks and tubes. She was so thin that she couldn't recognize her. She was as thin as a piece of paper, and when she sank into the blanket, it felt heavier than her. It was so heavy that one couldn't breathe.
She slowly reached out and held her mother's hand. It was old and skinny, and her joints were clearly defined and full of age spots. The moment her fingers touched her mother's skin, her tears flowed down violently.
That hand suddenly moved, and the sound from the instrument suddenly became a little more rapid.
At the same time, Fatty jumped up with a rare agility and shouted, "Quick! Quick! Call the doctor! "
The doctor and nurse rushed over and pushed the stunned Meng Fuyao to the side. They were busy checking and resuscitating her, and the quick footsteps became continuous lights and shadows in Meng Fuyao's dazed eyes. She pressed on her chest, and in her dizziness, she felt that she had lost her breath.
No … No …
It felt like an instant, but also like a lifetime. She finally saw the doctor remove his mask and exclaim in surprise and joy, "Miracle! The patient is out of danger! "
Meng Fuyao heaved a long sigh of relief and staggered backward, leaning against the wall.
After a while, two streams of tears slowly flowed down her face.
= = =
"Auntie, do you want to try this porridge?" Meng Fuyao stepped into the ward with a radiant smile on her face.
"Miss Zhou, I've troubled you to visit me every time." Mother Meng sat up on the bed and smiled weakly but happily at her.
"It's my duty. I'm on good terms with Fuyao." Meng Fuyao took a pillow and propped it up for her mother. She opened the thermos and filled a bowl with chicken porridge, testing the temperature with a spoon.
In the end, she didn't reveal her identity to her mother. The doctor had said that although the patient had miraculously improved, her emotions couldn't be affected. After thinking about it, she felt that it was better to wait until her mother was really about to pass away before telling her the truth. There was clearly hope in front of her, and she couldn't kill it.
Thus, she made up a story about a woman from a remote province who had been saved by Meng Fuyao, who had accidentally fallen off a cliff and lost her memory for a long time. Now that she was recuperating at her house and had recovered her memory, she asked her to take care of Mother Meng.
The story was melodramatic and illogical, but it was enough to deceive the patient. It gave her mother hope that she could live longer.
She fed her mother the porridge carefully. The afternoon sun shone in through the window, illuminating half of her face and her gentle gaze. Mother Meng leaned on the pillow and ate the porridge while smiling at her. Her eyes were filled with joy and happiness, but there was also a strange feeling. Every time Meng Fuyao met such a gaze, her heart would tremble for no reason.
Sometimes, she would wonder if her mother had recognized her.
However, she immediately dismissed the thought. How could it be? No one would have guessed what had happened to her. Mother was so ill, how could she have guessed it? Moreover, if she had recognized her, why didn't she say so?
The two of them fed her a few mouthfuls of porridge in a harmonious atmosphere. In fact, Mother Meng was still on liquid most of the time, and the oxygen bag had never been removed. After all, she was a dying patient, and the so-called miracle would only be to live a few more days.
Meng Fuyao understood that in her heart, she only hoped to accompany her mother on her last journey and personally hand her mother to the next life at the end of the darkness.
Mother Meng's spirit was weak, and Meng Fuyao carefully helped her to sleep. Taking advantage of this time, she went out to buy some things.
When she came back, she didn't think of bringing money. However, the woman had some valuable things on her. If she sold them, she would get a considerable amount of money, enough for her to sustain her needs in the future. She didn't want to go to the research institute, and it was impossible. She was no longer Meng Fuyao, and if she didn't want to be a lunatic, it was better to start over.
Or rather, she didn't want to start over. She remembered her promise to go back once she was done with her mother.
She didn't know how to go back, but even if she had to use a lifetime, she wouldn't give up.
Smiling bitterly, Meng Fuyao felt that she was already a lunatic. She had tried her best to come back, and tried her best to go back again. For a living person to live like this, she really despised herself.
But what did it matter? There was no place to care about. The shadows of the people in this world had nothing to do with her.
The warm afternoon wind was like a hand gently brushing across her cheeks.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and stood there in a daze, slightly raising her face.
Wuji …
The pedestrians on the road passed by, and when they passed by a certain place, they all turned their heads to take a look. There, in the middle of the busy street, amidst the bustling crowd, a young woman raised her head and faced the sun as if there was no one around.
Tears streamed down her face.
= = =
When she returned from shopping, Meng Fuyao suddenly saw a small, shabby door with a crooked plaque that said, "Museum of the Past and Future."
The door was very small, and the width of an aisle. Sandwiched among a bunch of gorgeously decorated clothing stores and restaurants, it was easy to miss.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat.
Past and future … Wasn't she a person who was stuck between the past and the future?
These days, whenever she had time, she would go to various temples to look for the legendary eminent monks to find a way to transmigrate again. However, her efforts were to no avail. Now that she saw this sentence, she suddenly felt conflicted in her heart.
She stepped in. The shop was very small, and the light was dim. There was a table with a pile of medicine wrapped in paper. It looked like the shop of a scammer selling fake medicine.
She was a little regretful and wanted to leave, but someone in the dark let out a "huh". Then, a hoarse voice said, "There are wandering souls in broad daylight?"
Meng Fuyao's eyes widened immediately. She rushed over and grabbed the person behind the table, but the person was very agile and blocked her with a bang.
Meng Fuyao was stunned. Only then did she remember that this body no longer had any martial arts. Sighing, she faced the table and said, "I have something to ask you, mister …"
"Aren't you going back?" A skinny face popped out from behind the table. His eyebrows and beard were messy, and his facial features couldn't be seen clearly. However, his eyes were shockingly bright. He sized Meng Fuyao up and then quickly retracted his gaze. "Why are you still here?"
Meng Fuyao was instantly ecstatic. She jumped onto the table and said, "I can go back? I can go back? "
"Of course." The person reached out and pinched her bones. "You have a mountain of treasures, but you don't know how to use it. What a waste of a spiritual body. Who would be so kind to find you such a body? One in a million … "
"How do I go back?" Meng Fuyao didn't have time to listen to his nonsense and immediately asked.
"Die, of course." The person answered casually. "For a spiritual medium body that can transmigrate between Yin and Yang, many things will be much easier. If you abandon this body, it will automatically send you back."
Meng Fuyao was so happy that she almost fainted. She jumped off the table and composed herself. She took out all the money she had and placed it on the ground. "Thank you. You are my benefactor, and I probably won't have the chance to repay you. This is a token of my appreciation."
She walked out excitedly, thinking that after she sent her mother away, she would immediately kill herself. Ahhh, she could finally go back!
The person didn't speak. Seeing that she was about to leave, he said, "Hurry up. If you don't die soon, someone will die."
Meng Fuyao turned around quickly.
"Do you think a spiritual body is so useful?" The person rolled his eyes in the dark, his eyes shining brightly. "Someone is using a magical power to sustain you. Tsk tsk … It's not easy. Twenty-one to three …" He counted with his fingers quickly. "The maximum limit, hmm … four to nine, he can only sustain you for seven days. In other words, you will be here for forty-nine days. If you don't go back by the end of the day, he will be exhausted."
Meng Fuyao stood at the door, her heart cold under the sunlight. She didn't have time to calculate the time. She kept calculating in her heart but couldn't come up with an answer. Perhaps the answer was already out, but she was afraid to face it and avoid it.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you." The person poked his head out again and added, "You only have three days left."
Meng Fuyao swayed. After a while, she said mechanically, "Thank you." She turned around and left. The person behind the table crawled out and looked at her back. He shook his head and sighed. "It's so hard. You don't have time …"
= = =
Three days left.
Three days left.
This number was like a huge thunderbolt, causing her head to buzz.
Her mother seemed to be getting better, but in reality, she didn't have much time left. She had been waiting to send her off. Her mother had no other relatives in this world. She had come back after so much difficulty, just to do what all daughters should do.
She had no reason to, and couldn't, just abandon her for no reason at this time.
However, she didn't know that all the time she spent here was condensed by him with his blood and sweat. Every moment she stayed was one step closer to the abyss of death.
In the end, she wasn't the one who had to take the risk. She wasn't the one who faced the crisis of life and death. She wasn't the one who held endless tears of despair and waited desolately for the end to come.
It was all him.
And she … What was she going to do? What was she going to do?
In that life, she rushed back for her mother's sake. In this life, she knew that he was going to die. She clearly had a solution, but she couldn't do anything.
There were so many difficulties in this world!
From now on, every step she took, every action she did, even if it was just a raise of her hand or a glance, was a countdown to his life.
Her heart was being pulled and tortured. Hell was on both sides.
Three days … Everyone knew that it was too late.
Unless … her mother was going to pass away today …
Meng Fuyao shuddered and wanted to give herself a tight slap. How could she have such thoughts? How could she think like that?
She wiped the tears off her face and hurried back to the hospital. The moment she opened the door, she subconsciously looked at the electrocardiogram monitor.
There were very stable peaks and troughs, not straightened out.
That glance was completely subconscious. After looking at it, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. What was she doing? What was she looking at?
What was she hoping for? What was she thinking?
Meng Fuyao stood there and felt her whole body turn cold. She shivered as if she had a seizure and almost couldn't stand.
Suddenly, she felt that something was wrong. She lowered her head and met her mother's eyes.
Mother Meng looked at her quietly, deep in thought.
She quickly put on a smile and raised her hand. "I bought you some fermented beancurd …" Only when she raised her hand did she realize that the fermented beancurd was nowhere to be found while she was in a daze.
She quickly covered up her cough and smiled embarrassedly. "I threw it outside … I'll go get it." Without waiting for her mother's reply, she quickly walked out of the ward.
Before she walked out, she glanced at her mother's complexion and felt that she was looking good. This thought flashed through her mind, but she didn't feel happy. She was so ashamed that she wanted to kill herself.
She … actually didn't feel happy!
After taking a few steps, she saw a clock hanging in the corridor outside the ward. Meng Fuyao looked up and saw the time.
The moment she saw the time, she immediately started calculating. If her mother was now …
Just as the thought came to her, she shivered again. What am I calculating? What am I calculating?
Not daring to look at the clock again, she ran down the corridor like a madwoman and ran all the way to the toilet. With a splash, she turned on the faucet of the sink and a white stream of water rushed out, drenching her head and face.
She faced the stream of water head-on and did not avoid it, allowing the fierce water to wash her face and wash away her filth. How could she … how could she!
She vaguely heard the ticking of the clock. Looking up, she saw that there was actually a clock above the toilet. The second hand was ticking, the minute hand was moving quickly, and the hour hand was flying in front of her at an alarming speed.
Time! Time! Time!
Every minute and every second was torture. Every minute and every second was cut into pieces by Burning Heart's sharp blade. Every time they stepped on the ground, they would be drenched in blood.
She hated the passing of time and the helplessness of life. Why did fate have to make things difficult for her and not give her a glimmer of hope for redemption?
She jumped up and smashed the damned clock hanging above the door with a punch.
Stop! Stop!
Give me time! Give me time!
Suddenly, quick footsteps flitted past the door of the toilet. A large group of doctors and nurses were pushing a cart over. Looking at the direction, it was actually toward her mother's ward!
In that instant, she was overjoyed. Jumping up, she chased after the group of people. However, the group of people did not stop after passing by her mother's ward and went straight into the ward next door.
She stood in a daze at the entrance of her mother's ward, her hands and feet cold.
To make matters worse, the door was open. Her mother was still lying on the bed, awake, looking at her at the door.
Did her mother see how anxious she was at that moment? Did her mother reveal disappointment in her eyes just now? Did her mother see it?
Her heart was cold. Her heart was in pain. She clenched, twisted, squeezed, crushed … The world turned into dust and shattered in her bloodshot heart.
She could no longer hold on under her mother's gaze. Turning around, she rushed down the stairs like a madwoman.
There was a small door on the side of the elevator. It was a safe passage that few people used. She slammed her head into the door and rolled down.
The hard concrete stairs were behind her. In that instant, she was covered in cuts and bruises. However, only this kind of pain could overcome the huge collapse in her heart. She stood up unsteadily. Her legs gave way and she rolled to the corner of the stairs. Then, she lost all her strength.
She pressed her forehead against the corner of the wall and rubbed it with all her might. It was as if she wanted to use that physical pain to resist the endless pain in her heart. Spots of blood stained the snow-white wall. The next time she rubbed it away, blood, tears, and sweat rolled down. The wall was covered in lime and pink blood.
How could she hope for her mother to die …
How could she have burst into such a huge joy at that moment ….
How could she be so despicable and selfish? She actually wanted to use the death of her family to exchange for her own happiness …
…
How could she stay here peacefully and waste his life?
How could she know that time was passing but not do anything?
How could she enjoy his life's work and leave him alone in that dark underground palace forever?
…
She couldn't do this, she couldn't do that!
Heavens!
Why couldn't she be more selfish and shameless?
That way, she wouldn't have to blame herself for the eagerness in her subconscious mind.
That way, she could choose not to come back.
That way, she could choose to forget him and start a new life in this world.
…
That way, she could even choose to … turn off the valve that supplied oxygen!
Meng Fuyao cried bitterly in the dark safe passage. She couldn't stop pulling at her hair. Her hair was stained with blood and her broken nails were scattered all over the floor. She slammed into the wall with so much force that it seemed as if she wanted to shatter her soul.
She was indeed shattered.
Shattered in the torment of fate, shattered in the heart-wrenching torture, shattered in the endless pain that she couldn't do even though she knew she could. Even thinking about it made her feel like a sin.
In the end, she lost all of her strength and fell into the dust. Her eyes were wide open as she watched the floating dust slowly rise and then slowly descend, burying her.
She did indeed bury herself.
She treated it as if she was dead.
She didn't want to wait for her mother to die in torment. She also couldn't run toward her own happiness and leave her dying mother alone. She didn't want to be buried with no one by her side.
She also couldn't close the valve of the oxygen bag with her own hands.
She could only die with Zhangsun Wuji.
In the end, fate wasn't willing to fulfill her wish. She knew that the only thing she could do was to accompany him with her life. She couldn't live as a ghost. Even if she fell into eternal darkness, she wanted to have peace of conscience.
After sending her mother away, she would commit suicide. Spirits were uncontrollable substances in the universe. Perhaps she could be with him as a ghost.
She felt that she had finally thought it through. She finally understood the principle of fighting to survive.
Hence, she got up, patted the dust off her clothes, and washed the blood off her face and hands. She pulled down her sleeves to cover the wounds on her hands. After tidying herself up, she returned to the ward.
She asked her mother calmly, "Why aren't you sleeping? You should rest early. "
Mother Meng didn't say anything. She had been lying there in that position since just now.
Meng Fuyao was mentally and physically exhausted. She forced a smile and sat down on the small bed. She leaned against the pillow and couldn't move anymore.
Mother Meng passed her a glass of water vaguely. She took it and finished it in one gulp. Immediately, she felt her head and eyelids heavy. Soon, her consciousness blurred.
In that hazy illusion, she suddenly heard a gentle voice calling out to her: "Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao trembled. For a moment, she thought that she had heard Zhangsun Wuji's call, but it didn't seem like it. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but her body was as heavy as a piece of metal. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.
She fell into a forced sleep and her breathing quickened.
As the night deepened, the ward became dark. A light from afar shone in, illuminating the room. Mother Meng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly leaned over.
She leaned against the side of Meng Fuyao's bed and pulled out the IV needle. She struggled to reach out and gently caressed her hair.
Mother Meng looked at her with a gentle and understanding gaze, painful and tolerant. If Meng Fuyao could open her eyes, she would realize that this gaze was exactly the same as that person's.
The two people who loved her the most in the world had the same gaze.
The dim light shone on the sleeping woman's face. Mother Meng calmly caressed her hair and the little daughter she had lost and regained.
She used her skinny fingers to gently smooth out the frown on her forehead. With a satisfied and peaceful smile, she caressed the face under her fingers.
This face wasn't Fuyao's face, but she knew that her soul was.
There was no reason, no explanation. The hardest thing in the world to explain was that blood ties and hearts were connected. They were mother and daughter with such deep feelings and had relied on each other for many years. They were teacher, sister, friend, and mother. Mother Meng and her daughter had the deepest feelings for each other. Their concern and understanding of each other ran deep in their souls. Hence, Fuyao couldn't abandon her no matter what. Hence, she recognized Fuyao at first glance.
Other than her daughter, who else in the world would have such a bright and compelling gaze?
"It's a pity that I can't let you open your eyes and see your gaze again …" Mother Meng said softly. "Fuyao, I miss you so much, but I can't acknowledge you."
If she did, she couldn't do what she wanted to do. She couldn't let Fuyao live in guilt forever.
"Are you in a difficult position?" Her heart ached as she touched her scarred hand. "Am I making things difficult for you? Fuyao … you're really too kind, too kind a child. "
"Go where you want to go and do what you want to do …" She smiled and closed her soft palms. "I see your happiness. I see someone who loves you with all his heart. For a mother, what could be happier than this?"
Death was just an eternal sleep. Only when she knew that Fuyao was happy could she lie down and sleep peacefully.
"Go …" She lowered her face and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"Mommy will love you forever."
The dim yellow light illuminated a corner. Under the light, the mother's pale lips were imprinted on her daughter's smooth forehead.
Age and youth came together at the same time. True love never feared parting.
Fuyao's eyes were still closed, but a teardrop slowly seeped out from the corner of her eye. Under the dim yellow light, it reflected a pearl-like radiance.
Mother Meng caught the teardrop and looked at it in a daze. Then, she tucked Fuyao under the blanket and slowly lay back down.
There was a slight sound in the darkness. She slowly tidied herself up on the bed.
Then, she reached out her hand.
She turned off the valve that supplied oxygen.
= = =
Three days later, in the cemetery of XX City, Fuyao gently presented a bouquet of white carnations in front of a new grave.
The woman on the tombstone retained her gentle and serene posture when she was alive. In the photo, she smiled and looked at her. In the warm spring breeze of March, she was always bright and beautiful in the hearts of those who loved her.
There was no biography written on the tombstone. Instead, Fuyao carved a sentence.
"True love comes from each other's fulfillment."
"Mommy.
That night, I wasn't really drugged by the sleeping pills.
After the forging in the Five Region Continent, my consciousness was already very strong. Even if my weak body was asleep, my consciousness was still awake.
I knew what had happened, but I was powerless to stop it, and I didn't want to.
That was your fulfillment for me. At this point in life, both of us have a clear conscience. I don't want to let down your last effort.
I know that you are afraid that once you recognize me, I will think that I forced you to commit suicide. You don't want me to live with guilt.
Don't worry, I won't.
I promise you that from now on, no matter where I am, no matter what I encounter, I will work hard and live happily.
The gentle sunlight of March shone on the woman's slender back. He saw her walking towards the forest in the depths of the cemetery, towards the end of fate, towards the end of love.
= = =
When Fuyao opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was the dazzling dome of the sun, moon, and stars. She was so happy that tears welled up in her eyes.
Then, she felt that something was wrong. Taking a closer look, she realized that it was a coffin, and there was a person squeezed in the coffin with her.
She stretched out her arms and hugged the body in satisfaction. She was finally back.
Her arms suddenly froze.
Why was it so cold?
She panicked and hurriedly got up to take a closer look at Zhangsun Wuji's face. His eyes were tightly shut, and his face was pale. There was no sign of life.
Fuyao checked his pulse but couldn't find any signs of beating.
She injected her True Qi, but there was no reaction.
She shook him, but there was no reaction.
Her heart suddenly felt empty, stuffed with a mess of snow. She sat up in a daze, not knowing what to do for a moment. Could it be that fate was so abominable to this extent? She had come back with great difficulty, but she still had to face the separation between heaven and earth?
She looked around and saw an hourglass on the opposite side of the coffin.
She immediately got up and looked at the hourglass. There was no more sand in the hourglass. Her heart thundered, and her vision turned black.
Was she still too late?
She struggled and pounced forward, wanting to see if there was any more sand in the hourglass.
Suddenly, she felt a tight grip on her back.
A slightly cold hand grabbed her waist, and in the next moment, the world spun as she was pressed against the bottom of the coffin.
The faint fragrance of the Asura Lotus filled the air. That person's gentle and urgent lips covered her mouth, which was about to open in shock.
She blinked, and tears fell.
= = =
In the first year of Qiong Cangtian Tiansheng, Zhangsun Wuji took over the position of Hall Master of the Evergreen Temple. The next year, Great Wan sent troops to the Windfall Tarr Tribe and occupied 3,000 miles of their territory.
In the second year of Tiansheng, Great Wan's Empress Meng Fuyao married Zhangsun Wuji, the Emperor of Qiong Cangtian and Wuji. The dowry was Tarr Territory, which connected Qiong Cangtian and Wuji, which were separated by Tarr Territory.
In the same year, Xufeng's Empress Ya Lanzhu voluntarily submitted to Great Wan's Wuji and was part of the two countries forever.
A third of the world's territory belonged to Zhangsun Wuji. In the eighth year of Tiansheng's reign, the two countries officially merged and changed their name to Dacheng.
The founding Empress of the Dacheng Dynasty was the most brilliant woman in the history of the Five Continents. She enjoyed the worship of the Five Continents for her great achievements and was known as Empress Shen Ying.
In the third year of Shangyuan Changning, the Emperor of Shangyuan, Yan Jinghen, sent troops to Taiyuan and destroyed it in three months. He merged Shangyuan and Taiyuan and changed the name to Great Yan.
From then on, the world was divided into five: Dacheng, Dahan, Xuanyuan, Yan, and Great Wan.
The Emperors of the five countries were all powerful figures at the peak of the world and were collectively known as the Five Sages.
In the fifth year of Xuanyuan Chengye, Emperor Xuanyuan passed away in the Jiuhua Palace at the age of 32.
He left behind a son and a daughter. Both of his children were born from his concubines. As for which concubine they were, he couldn't remember. As long as it wasn't that person, it didn't matter who it was.
The Xuanyuan Kingdom needed a successor, so he tried his best to live for a few more years until he found a successor.
He never had a Empress in his life.
Similar to him, the emperors of the Great Han and the Great Yan had very few concubines. The deep palaces of the three kingdoms were so empty. Those beautiful clothes, beautiful hair, and beautiful hair were all empty flowers falling in the smoke and clouds. No matter how lively it was, it was as if they were separated by clouds and could not be scratched. The concubines entered the palace when they were beautiful, and they rarely saw the Emperor even when their hair was white. The purpose of their existence was only to give birth to an heir, and the position of the mistress was always empty.
The three countries had no descendants.
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