It was nighttime.
The moonlight was a little dim, and the night wind was a little cool.
Yunxia School, in a garden.
Ouyang Ye sat quietly on a chair with her chin in her hands. Her beautiful face seemed to be in a daze.
The little girl was not in a good mood. To be exact, she was a little messy.
Although she had never liked her master, she had still studied under Daoist Feixue for two years. Now that Daoist Feixue had been slapped half to death by Gu Qingfeng, the little girl did not feel very sad, but she still felt a little uncomfortable.
However, this was not the reason why she was in a daze.
What really made her fall into a daze was Gu Qingfeng.
Unknown identity? Strong physical body? Incredible perception? Miraculous means? Such a terrifying power?
No!
None of these.
Although she was curious about these things, she was just curious. What made her fall into deep thought was that she did not know why Gu Qingfeng gave her a familiar feeling.
This feeling had appeared three times.
The first time was in Red Leaves Valley. The second time was during the competition for the top student of the Twelve Academies. The third time was during the trial a few days ago.
She did not know why she had this feeling, nor did she know what part of Gu Qingfeng made her feel familiar. This inexplicable feeling was both familiar and strange. She did not know why it was familiar, and she did not know why it was strange.
She did not know anything.
She just had this feeling, especially after witnessing the trial with her own eyes, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.
"Could it be related to that dream?"
Ouyang Ye had a secret. Ever since she was a child, she had a strange dream. The reason why the dream was strange was because it was very vague, very ethereal, and also very chaotic. In the dream, she also had a familiar feeling about the Red Clouds Sect. This feeling was both familiar and strange to her, but she didn't know why it was familiar and strange to her.
This was also the reason why she entered Yunxia School to cultivate. She wanted to understand why she had met them in Yunxia School. However, two years had passed, and she had been to every corner of Yunxia School. What she was familiar with was still familiar, and what she was unfamiliar with was still unfamiliar.
But what did this have to do with Gu Qingfeng?
She had a sense of déjà vu about Yunxia School because of the dream she had when she was young. However, there was no Gu Qingfeng in the dream.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
It was very annoying.
Ouyang Ye took out a guqin from his storage pouch and began to play. The song he played was "Xiao Hong Chen" composed by King Chixiao.
All these years, whenever she was troubled, she would play the zither.
The little lass had read a lot of books since she was a child. She had read a lot of music books and knew how to play a lot of songs. Her only preference was King Chixiao's songs.
As everyone knew, King Chixiao's song required a high level of musical attainment to play the entire song, not to mention the mystery of the song.
Strangely enough, Ouyang Ye had never practiced King Chixiao's song before. As long as she listened to it, she could play it. Moreover, she could even play the mystery of the song. As for the reason why, she didn't know either.
In any case, she just knew how to play it. It was as if she had practiced it before. However, the key point was that she had never practiced King Chixiao's song on her own initiative. Not even once. She could play it after listening to it once.
Every time she finished playing "Xiao Hong Chen", she would forget all her troubles.
However, this time, for some reason, the more she played, the more chaotic she became.
"Xiao Hong Chen" was originally a very complicated song style. It was composed when King Chixiao left the secular world and reminisced about his past in the secular world. Bits and pieces of the song also contained memories of King Chixiao's affairs in the secular world.
The song style was supposed to be very plain. It was meant only for reminiscence and parting.
However, at this moment, Ouyang Ye's playing was incomparably messy. Moreover, the more she played, the faster her fingers danced. The sound of the zither didn't seem to be coming slowly. It was more like the crackling of thunder and lightning. It was very urgent and very crazy.
"Ye Ye, why are you playing again in the middle of the night?"
Ouyang Feiyue walked out with a white robe draped over her shoulders. Perhaps because she had just been resting, her beautiful face was still a little drowsy. When she walked to the balcony, she saw Ouyang Ye frantically playing the zither as if she was possessed.
Ouyang Feiyue immediately lost her sleepiness and called out Ouyang Ye's name again.
No one responded.
Ouyang Ye's speed of playing the zither became more and more frantic. For some reason, a fierce wind suddenly blew in the courtyard.
At this moment, Ouyang Ye's long hair was wantonly flying. Her beautiful face became uncertain, and her eyes gradually turned dark red. She continued to play the zither crazily while murmuring, "I can't forget … I really can't forget …"
"Hehe … you don't know who I am! You didn't know from the beginning … "
"Hehehe … you want to know who I am? You only remember the current me and have forgotten the past me! "
"You have already forgotten the past me, you have already forgotten …"
"But I still can't forget you …"
"That year when you left, you told me to wait for you …"
"But you didn't come back … you didn't …"
Ouyang Ye spoke intermittently with a smile that wasn't a smile. It was as if she had gone crazy or really been possessed.
Ouyang Feiyue frowned and asked in astonishment, "Ye Ye! What nonsense are you talking about? Did you become possessed from playing the zither? I already told you to stop playing King's songs … "
Ouyang Feiyue walked over to persuade her, but Ouyang Ye didn't even look at her. Her right arm plucked the zither strings, and a series of zither sounds exploded. She said in a serious voice, "Get lost!"
Pfft!
Ouyang Feiyue didn't know what was going on. She suddenly felt her eardrums explode and the blood in her body churn. She immediately channeled her spiritual energy, but she kept retreating. Just as she was about to speak, she felt something sweet in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. She looked up with a pale face and said in horror, "Ye Ye, why are you … I am … I am your aunt!"
Ouyang Ye, who was sitting in the pavilion, ignored her and continued to play the zither. He talked to himself like a madman.
"Everything started from here … everything started from here …"
"Can't go back, can't go back forever …"
"I am a demon … waiting for you to become a demon …"
"I waited for you to become a demon, you went against the heavens to save me … you don't owe me, I don't owe you …"
"Don't ask me who I am! I will never tell you … "
"I am a demon, from the beginning, you think I will become a Buddha? My heart is Buddha? I am a demon, in the past, now, in the future, forever, I want you to remember that I am waiting for you to become a demon … "
"Buddhism doesn't recognize me as a demon, the demon doesn't recognize me as a Buddha … hahaha …"
"Don't force me!"
"Don't force me! I said you won't reincarnate, I won't reincarnate either. If the heavens want to judge you, I will go against the heavens with you … I will accompany you … forever … "
"Don't force me … I won't reincarnate …"
"I said … you won't reincarnate, I won't reincarnate either …"
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