Hu Wei said in his heart, "As the saying goes, don't talk about people behind their backs, let alone make up stories about two dead people." But Shen Shiyun's status was honorable, so he didn't want to waste his breath arguing with her. He sighed and walked to the stone platform. He saw that the silver box was still on the platform. The Tear of Severing Soul was embedded on the top of the lid. It was still sparkling and translucent, shining with extraordinary splendor. After six years, it didn't have the slightest wear.
Hu Wei stretched out his index finger and probed it. The jade and the lid were tightly inlaid. He couldn't find the slightest gap. Shen Shiyun stood to the side and looked at him coldly. Hu Wei suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He said, "Oh right, that year Miss Chu used this dagger to cut her blood as an offering to open the box …"
Shen Shiyun said without hesitation, "Okay, then you also cut your blood." Hu Wei heard that she really didn't care about his life or death. He smiled bitterly and said, "That's fine. Anyway, my blood is just casually cut for you." He took the dagger and cut his wrist. Shen Shiyun thought, "He said that the witch has' royal blood '. It seems that her life is really not simple. Could it be that the Hierarch is Schulhaqi's biological son?"
The blood dripping from Hu Wei's wrist soaked the box and flowed along the edge of the stone platform. Hu Wei used both hands to push the lid up. He tried several times, but it didn't move. He moved his head closer to take a closer look.
Shen Shiyun was deep in thought when she suddenly saw a crack in the front of the box. It looked like a grinning mouth. A strong sense of foreboding rose in her heart. She wanted to remind Hu Wei to be careful. But before she could open her mouth, a small arrow suddenly shot out from the crack. It was less than an inch long and less than a finger wide. It was as fast as lightning and shot into Hu Wei's throat.
Hu Wei opened his eyes wide. He couldn't believe that there was such a thing in the world. His body swayed a few times. The corner of his mouth twitched. Then he showed a smile that was mixed with unwillingness, pain, and relief. Then he fell limp and prostrated himself on the ground. Shen Shiyun screamed in fear and stepped back.
Xuan Shuang and Cheng Jiaxuan, who were hiding next to the coffin, were also shocked when they saw this sudden tragedy. However, the two of them were very calm and managed to hold back their cries of alarm. They were worried that their companion would lose his voice and expose himself, so they quickly reached out to cover his mouth. Their palms collided in mid-air, emitting a crisp "pa" sound that was exceptionally clear in the silent Hall of the Dead.
Shen Shiyun was scared out of her wits, she was in no mood to pay attention to anything else. She summoned her courage to step forward and check Hu Wei's breathing.
The blood on the stone platform slowly spread, and the corner of the platform quietly collapsed. There was a burst of "rumbling" in the hall, as if the earth was shaking. More than ten black chains made of steel fell from the dome. They were four to five times thicker than an ordinary person's arm. If one of them hit someone, he would be instantly smashed into a pulp.
But now the chains were all aimed at the center of the stone platform. Their trajectories were different, and their target was Shen Shiyun. It seemed that she could dodge one chain, but she couldn't dodge the other, let alone more than ten of them at the same time. She was like a small boat in the sea, about to be drowned by the raging waves. There was no doubt that she would die.
Shen Shiyun stared at the chains with despair in her eyes. She thought, "Could it be that retribution came so quickly?"
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed from the corner. Without touching the ground, the shadow flashed to the edge of the stone platform. He picked up Shen Shiyun and leaped into the air. He kicked the chains with the tip of his toes and used the force to spin quickly. He held her waist with one hand and waved his sword with the other to block the incoming chains.
Shen Shiyun escaped from death. She was surprised and happy. She summoned her courage to observe her savior. She saw that the man was about twenty years old. He wore a mask made of pure silver on the right side of his face. The base color was khaki, and there were some lightning-like long stripes in the middle. The color was alternating between red and blue. There was only a hole on the upper part, revealing the eyes. There was also half an opening on the lower part for the mouth.
The mask was divided in the middle of the forehead. It was very neat, and the left side of the face looked very handsome. It was carefully made up, but it also revealed a bit of strangeness. His eyebrows were sprinkled with bits and pieces of gold powder. There was only a dark red smear on the upper part of his eyelashes. There was a gray shadow at the corner of his eyes, which was tilted upward and stopped at the end of his eyebrows. His cheeks were deeply sunken, and there was a 'Yi' symbol carved in blue ink. His lips were curved in black, but his lips were exceptionally pale, forming a sharp contrast.
Shen Shiyun thought she had never seen this man before, but when she looked at him, she always had a sense of deja vu. Looking at his eyes again, she saw a hint of arrogance, unruliness, and a little bit of sadness. Suddenly her mind was clear, and she felt as if she had been hit hard in the chest. She recognized that this man was the murderer of her family, Jiang Liechen. There was a deep hatred between them. Thinking that all her family members had died in his hands, she really wanted to tear him to pieces. But there was another layer of feelings in her heart that no one knew about.
When Shadowless Mountain Villa was destroyed, Shen Shiyun followed her maid to escape. Halfway through, she was betrayed by her and pushed into the fire pit of Agarwood Courtyard. Even though she was in a brothel, she still stubbornly defended her innocence. At that time, Jiang Liechen concealed his identity as the Devil Cult's Young Master and went down the mountain with Huashan Pai's disciple Li Yijie to search for the Soul Severing Tears. Several people fought for justice in Jingxi and rescued her. Shen Shiyun was afraid of people's sinister nature, so she concealed her identity and asked them to send her to Chang 'an.
Along the way, other than Li Yijie's Shimei, Nangong Xue, who occasionally mocked and ridiculed her, her relationship with the others was quite harmonious. Especially Li Yijie treated her the best. He was very obedient and never let her suffer the slightest bit of grievance. She was exceptionally smart, and with one glance she could see that Nangong Xue was fond of this martial brother of hers, so she was jealous of her. She only felt gratitude towards Li Yijie. She had no intention of stealing his love, so she deliberately kept a distance from him.
During this time, she actually paid special attention to Jiang Liechen. She saw that his martial arts were unparalleled, his intelligence was peerless, and all the powerful people they met along the way were extremely respectful to him. Even his appearance was of the highest quality. Because of this, the girl's heart was stirred and she had a hazy admiration, hoping to attract his attention.
Li Yijie, Tang Yuancheng, and the others coveted her beauty and were willing to follow her everywhere. But Jiang Liechen never paid much attention to her. He was ice- cold and not easy to get along with. Even a peerless beauty like her could not move his heart, so she became competitive. The more this was the case, the more she wanted to win his favor.
Originally, she did not like to show off her talents, but on the other hand, she often deliberately showed off her intelligence in front of him, with a hint of self-esteem. She was also aware that she was burdened with a blood feud, and most likely she would not have a good ending with him, but she still wanted to attract his attention.
When they arrived in Chang 'an, Shen Shiyun played a song at the Prince's mansion, Fulin, who was still the Crown Prince. When the Manchurian Qing officially entered the Pass, she followed him to the Palace, where she was conferred the title of imperial concubine and used all her strength to overthrow the Sacrifice Shadow Cult. Originally, this ill-fated relationship would have ended there, but later on she unexpectedly found out Jiang Liechen's real identity. She felt the sky was falling and the earth was sinking. Her previous affection for him turned into a deeper hatred, so much so that she felt that even if she hacked him to pieces a hundred times, it would not be excessive. In the Palace, she was familiar with military books, deploying troops and dispatching generals, spending a hundred times more effort. Every time she drew a line and waited for him to strike back, the two sides would exchange sabers and swords, neither side could suppress the other.
But Consort Yun, as a woman, fought against the Devil Cult's demon followers. This time she created a good reputation in Jianghu, which finally affected Jiang Liechen. Every time she heard her subordinate's report that 'Devil Cult's Young Master Jiang held Consort Yun in high esteem', she was happier than anything else. She thought that she was finally qualified to sit on equal footing with him, so her painstaking effort was not in vain.
The two of them had been fighting in secret for many years, Shen Shiyun had also used all kinds of methods to lure him, but all along she had never seen his face. Today unexpectedly they met on a narrow path in the Hall of the Dead. She opened her eyes wide to see him using his sword. Just by casually waving his sword, he was able to sweep the heavy iron chain far away. His posture was even more confident and at ease than before. She was very proud of herself, thinking, "You used to regard me as nothing, but now you made a special trip to save me. It seems like I still have a place in your heart."
The iron chain was affected by the mechanism, so its attack had an end. After randomly swinging it around several times, it returned to the wall one after another. Jiang Liechen brought Shen Shiyun back to the ground. Immediately he let go of her and moved his feet backward to put some distance between them.
Shen Shiyun felt an indescribable sense of loss. She missed the feeling of his embrace a moment ago, but she also secretly scolded herself for being a good-for-nothing.
After regulating her breathing, she stood face to face with him, so that it was easier for her to size him up. She saw he was wearing a dark jade purple gold crown, lined with sable fur, inlaid with small diamonds, with a piece of blood red gem sticking to his forehead. He was wearing a dark black chang pao, the material of which was of the highest quality. From his waist to his lower body, he was embroidered with golden silk thread, with crystal chips embedded in it, so that the entire silk thread looked golden and dazzling. The golden chips were knotted with a transparent net fabric, the hem of his robe trailing behind his long skirt, also shining with gold and silver.
His upper body was draped in a dark red cloak, the front lapel was open, with a gold-plated satin belt hanging from his waist. He was wearing a pair of black silk gloves on each of his hands. His entire body was so thin that he looked like a skeleton inside his loose robe. But his imposing manner did not diminish at all. Just by standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, he vaguely emitted a kind of awe-inspiring aura of a sovereign overlooking the world.
As soon as Cheng Jiaxuan saw him, his eyes were fixed on him, his heartbeat quickened, and his heart was beating wildly. He thought, "As long as he can speak to me, then I … will have no regrets in this life!"
Shen Shiyun finally calmed down. She assumed a condescending attitude and sneered, "You finally showed up. I thought you would be a coward for the rest of your life. Humph, it was really not easy to find you. Bengong was about to dig three feet into the ground to find you! Devil Cult's Young Master Jiang, oh, wrong, I should call you Hierarch Jiang now, right? Bengong admires you for your rebellion and usurping the throne in the past. "Jiang Liechen coldly said," Why are you looking for Bengong? And you want to kill me? "
Shen Shiyun had been fighting and scheming against each other in the Palace, but she maintained a calm expression. She thought she had already trained herself to be impervious to fire and water, but Jiang Liechen's few words still easily provoked her anger. She angrily said, "Do you still need to say it? Don't think that by saving me once you can write off our many years of grudges! You killed my entire family. Bengong will never forget this enmity. Don't even think about having a day of peace. Either you die or I live! "Jiang Liechen looked up to the sky and laughed heartily. He unfolded his cloak and said," You want to kill me? Come if you have the ability! "
Cheng Jiaxuan shrank back behind the coffin. He thought, "Noble Consort Yun really knows him! Ay, how can she be so fierce to him? If it were me, I would treat him with the most gentle attitude, say the nicest words to him. I would obey whatever he says, I would never throw a tantrum. "
Shen Shiyun knew that in terms of martial art skill, she was definitely not his match. Moreover, Jiang Liechen could even kill his master who taught him martial art. Naturally his skill had improved tremendously. If she let her emotions affect her decisions, she would only lose her life in vain. She stared at him hatefully. A question appeared in her mind. She couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Why are you wearing a mask? Don't you dare to face me? You … "
She reached out to take the mask off. Jiang Liechen was very vigilant about this matter. He immediately raised his arm and waved it away. His fingers gently stroked the mask. He smiled bitterly and said, "No one has asked me about it for so many years. Bengong has almost gotten used to it … My face is ruined. You should be happy, right?"
Shen Shiyun was startled. She recalled his unparalleled handsomeness in the past. Although she felt sorry for him, she wanted to ask for the details. But then she remembered that because Luo Jin was bewitched by his appearance, she committed an irredeemable crime. She committed one mistake after another and was finally killed by him. When the ancients mentioned beautiful women, they often called them femme fatale. Jiang Liechen was an even bigger disaster. She and Luo Jin were like sisters. Thinking about this matter, hatred rose in her heart again. She said, "Serves you right! That's good. You can't use that face to bewitch people anymore! You've committed too many sins. It's all your fault! "
Jiang Liechen sneered and said, "Noble Consort Yun, you're still as beautiful as a flower, as beautiful as the moon. Your beauty hasn't diminished at all!"
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