Chapter 83 Chapter 83 "How cruel, Aning."...

Yao Ning struggled twice but failed to break free.

So he slowly squatted down and looked at Chen Qian.

She looked into Chen Qian's sad eyes and sighed, "If I do this, it will be unfair to you, him, and myself."

"I don't want fairness!" Chen Qian shouted, "I only want you."

"What about me?" Yao Ning asked, "Do you only think about yourself?"

Chen Qian realized something and explained hurriedly: "No, Aning, I, I..."

The corners of his eyes were red, and he almost cried. He said humbly, "I can do anything, anything..."

Chen Qian thought that his current appearance must be ugly and annoying, so entangled, so unreasonable, so humble...

But Yao Ning did not show any disgust. Her expression was calm and gentle, even with a hint of pity.

That's definitely not what it's like to say goodbye to someone you love.

Yao Ning said: "You asked me why, okay, I'll tell you."

Shen Qian raised his head blankly.

"I'm tired of it."

"Twenty years have passed, from the initial deep love to the current boredom."

"Even if you force me to stay by your side, I will never feel any affection for you again."

Tired of it.

Just like the most intense and blazing flame, it will eventually burn out and turn into cold ashes.

Yao Ning never denied their past love, but what made Chen Qian more desperate than the denial was that she told him that the fire in her heart had been extinguished.

At that moment, all the strength in Shen Qian's body was drained away.

His hands dropped limply.

"Brother." Yao Ning stood up and reminded him before leaving, "Take care of yourself."

Shen Qian thought that Yao Ning actually felt a sense of fellowship with him, which was not the friendship he wanted, making her determination seem so real and reasonable.

This is the living reality. Yao Ning was not poisoned overnight and his soul was taken away. He ruthlessly severed all their connections and completely denied their past.

She was just really tired of him as a husband.

Chen Qian looked at Yao Ning's back getting farther and farther away, feeling desolate in his heart.

Yao Ning soon left Xuanqing Sect with her young husband.

He said he was traveling around the world, but Chen Qian knew that as long as he was gone, Yao Ning would probably never come back.

Chen Qianying had already given up hope, but surprisingly, he still had some illusions.

He sent people to follow and monitor Yao Ning and his wife.

In the photo sent back, Yao Ning was indeed happy and cheerful.

Her husband took good care of her.

Chen Qian sat in the room filled with the strong smell of alcohol and scattered wine bottles. A ray of sunlight leaked into the dim light, just illuminating one of his dark eyes.

The eye was bloodshot and seemed to have seen something, and it bent slightly.

Shen Qian smiled.

Because he saw Yao Ning smiling in the photo bead.

Then he cried.

Yao Ning was not smiling at him.

He fell into a decadent yet lucid state. During the day, he was still well-dressed and tried to maintain his decency, but at night he became dissolute, crying and laughing like a madman who had lost his mind.

Many people were worried about him, even Chu Liangxiu rarely stopped practicing and tried to comfort him.

"I'm fine." He said calmly, "Nothing."

Chu Liangxiu said, "You seem to be going crazy."

"Senior Sister, I'm very clear-headed." He smiled slightly, "I just hate Aning for being so cruel."

Chu Liangxiu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

The fact that Chen Qian was willing to complain about Yao Ning and was willing to speak it out loud showed that he might have recovered.

"Meetings and separations are common in life. Aning and I have been together for half our lives, and I am already very content."

Chu Liangxiu looked at him for a long moment, then nodded, "It's great that you think this way."

Shen Qian's disguise was not seen through.

He began to spy on Yao Ning more brazenly.

He didn't know what he was doing. It seemed like he was torturing himself, but also like he was looking for a glimmer of hope.

This glance is twenty years.

Shen Qian thought that Yao Ning was tired of him after spending twenty years with him.

Now she has spent twenty years with someone else, and it's time for her to get tired of him.

Yao Ning's passion was not as intense as it was at the beginning, but his eyes were still tender as he looked at the people around him.

They still support each other and live in love and harmony.

Chen Qian's hair had turned completely white, and his face was sagging and covered with deep wrinkles.

His spirit flickered like a dim lamp.

He has forgotten many things, even why he is still alive.

Yao Ning died before Chen Qian.

She died of old age in the arms of her lover.

Her young husband held her in his arms and died for love.

Chu Liangxiu buried the couple together. When he returned to Xuanqing Sect, he learned that Chen Qian also passed away on the same day.

Shen Qian is dead.

He opened his eyes.

The lights in front of me were bright and the decorations were gorgeous, but it looked very unfamiliar.

He spent a long time looking around, and distant memories gradually revived. He seemed to have been to this place when he was young.

When I was young... Chen Qian's thoughts paused for a moment.

He is no longer young.

He is dead.

But why can the dead open their eyes? Could this be the underworld?

More than sixty years weighed on him like a mountain. Chen Qian had long lost the desire to live and the fear of death.

He was just very tired and just wanted to find a deserted place to have a good sleep and forget all the pain and sorrow.

Chen Qian gave up his memories and was too lazy to step out of the house. He walked a few steps towards the rosewood chair on the side.

It's quiet here and should be a good place to sleep.

He caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Qian took a look.

A piece of ink calligraphy on a white background hangs in the center of the room, and the Chinese character "人" (person) written with iron and silver strokes on it is slowly disappearing.

Chen Qian's pupils shrank in an instant, and the Tianji Pavilion, the Huanshen Pill, and a room full of his own corpses in the "ghost" realm... all the scenes instantly flooded into his mind.

He raised his head, and his old and turbid eyes suddenly became clear.

It turns out that this is the second level: the "human" realm.

He never left Tianji Pavilion, everything was not over, and he never separated from Yao Ning after spending half a lifetime together.

Everything is an illusion of the second level.

Chen Qian stood there for a long time.

Yao Ning did not fall in love with anyone else, and Yao Ning did not leave him.

Two thoughts kept echoing in his mind.

The strange thing was that he didn't feel relieved or happy.

In the eyes of others, he may have been in the illusion for only a moment, but that was decades of his life, and he went through it from beginning to end without any pretense.

He spent more than forty years in the dreamland.

A long period of time is enough to change a person's character, not to mention the real joys and sorrows in it.

Chen Qian discovered that a part of himself was destroyed by the illusion.

He should clearly separate the life in the fantasy world from the reality he is in at the moment.

But Chen Qian found that he couldn't do it.

He developed resentment towards Yao Ning.

Even though he knew he had no qualifications, the hatred that coiled like a poisonous snake still gnawed at his heart.

"Why are you so cruel?"

Shen Qian asked aloud.

He didn't even know who he was asking the question to, Aning who had abandoned him in the illusion, or Aning who had been hurt so badly by him in this reality.

Chen Qian lowered his head for a long time.

In the main hall, which was separated from the flower hall by several courtyards, someone reached out and touched the mirror surface of the photo-taking bead.

"The 'ghost' realm kills his body, and the 'human' realm kills his soul. This person is about to be ruined."

In the picture captured by the pearly water curtain, Chen Qian is handsome and young, but his expression looks haggard and tired.

He lowered his head, looking completely different from who he was before entering the "human" realm.

Tianji Pavilion never stops anyone from obtaining the Huanshen Pill. As long as they are in line with God's will, Tianji Pavilion will give them this peerless treasure.

But no one has ever gotten it.

Taoist Zixiao Chen Qian, a man of extraordinary talent, strong character, and deep love for his wife, managed to survive the second level in a rare way.

In the first level, he will pass if he can kill countless versions of himself.

Just this one step has stumped countless people.

In the second level, the lover for whom he didn't even care about his own life fell in love with someone else and betrayed him, but he could resist the urge to touch her.

In this way, he passed the second level.

But after these two trials, he not only witnessed every bit of his own despicableness, but also witnessed his helpless fate. His support had completely collapsed.

The hand next to the water curtain knocked on the table: "He can't enter the third level."

It’s not that I can’t pass, but that I can’t get in.

In the flower hall, Chen Qian slowly raised his head.

The word hanging in the center of the room has quietly changed into "God".

Ghosts, people, gods.

Each place is more cruel than the next.

Shen Qian looked at it for a moment, then his eyes moved downwards and he paused.

A small wooden carved white jade box appeared on the table at some point.

The box was opened, and a pill lay in the middle.

When Zhong Ze nearly died, Song Qingping pressed an identical pill into his chest.

Rejuvenating Pill.

Shen Qian's breathing paused for a moment.

He tried to go forward and take it, but as expected, he found that even if he tried his best, he couldn't get close at all.

Only after passing the third level can you get the Soul-Rejuvenating Pill.

Chen Qian suddenly had a strange feeling. It seemed that the Pavilion Master was afraid that he would retreat, so he put out the spoils as a temptation so early.

Judging from the first two levels, Chen Qian was not sure that he could come out of the third level alive.

Moreover, the decades of time in the second stage have already quietly changed him.

Shen Qian looked at the Huanshen Pill quietly for a moment, then turned and walked out of the flower hall.

The person next to the photo bead was stunned, and after a moment, he let out a sigh of regret.

The water curtain of the shadow beads suddenly closed, and Chen Qian's figure disappeared.

Outside the flower hall, Chen Qian glanced at the bright moon behind the treetops and took out the Tracing Mirror from his Qiankun bag.

His fingers stroked the mirror, and the mirror seemed to be about to open, but was held down by Chen Qian.

He looked down for a moment, then exerted force with his hand, and the Origin Mirror shattered into powder in an instant.

The wind blew up debris, brushing across Chen Qian's indifferent brows.

This was the only thing on him that was tainted with Yao Ning's scent. In a sense, it could also be considered a token of love between him and Yao Ning.

The Origin-Tracing Mirror can reproduce past scenes. It seems to be no different from the Photo Bead and is very useless, but it is Chen Qian's companion treasure.

When he was young, he never understood why such an insignificant thing would be passed down from generation to generation in the Shen family.

It was not until he fell in love with someone that he understood the secret.

Shen Qian thought that without the Tracing Mirror, Yao Ning would never know what happened in Tianji Pavilion.

Thinking of Yao Ning, the corners of his mouth twitched and sneer appeared in his eyes.

"How cruel, Aning."

In the empty courtyard, the only sound was the rustling of wind through the treetops.

Chen Qian shook his head in self-mockery, turned around and walked into the flower hall, passed by the hanging word "God", and his figure disappeared into the white light.