Chapter 19 Chapter 19 (Revised) From then on, he was for her...

These questions stumped Jiang Zhaoxue. She looked at Pei Zichen in surprise and doubt. When did he know this?

She didn't say that either.

Pei Zichen saw the doubt in her eyes and explained, "On the cliff, Master's Wife used Master's moves, exactly the same as before. If it was Master who saved me back then, he wouldn't have killed me today. So, Master's Wife saved me twice, right?"

In fact, after arriving at the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, he had long wondered why Shen Yuqing, who believed in the Book of Destiny, would save him.

But he also heard that Shen Yuqing had been punished for disobeying the will of heaven, and the time of his punishment just happened to coincide with saving him, so he thought of countless excuses for his master.

For example, you were sincere in saving him at the moment, but later changed your mind, or something else.

But no matter what the reason was, when the same sword technique appeared before him again, blocking thousands of killing swords for him, he clearly realized——

Not Shen Yuqing.

From the beginning, he was wrong.

He stared at Jiang Zhaoxue quietly, waiting for the answer stubbornly.

Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little embarrassed. For some reason, she felt a little ashamed when she heard him mention saving him so seriously.

Fearing he might take it too seriously, she coughed lightly and emphasized, "Don't take it personally. I was just passing by. I had an argument with your master that day, and I happened to be upset about this, so I just offered a helping hand."

"And now?"

Pei Zichen stared at her, as if expecting an answer, and asked, "Master's Wife followed me here, covered in wounds and suffering so much, and you just helped me casually?"

Jiang Zhaoxue was frozen by his question. Pei Zichen did not press her, but his eyes were always fixed on her, as if he would not give up until he got an answer.

"How about telling the truth?" Anan tentatively asked in Jiang Zhaoxue's sea of ​​consciousness, "Just say you want to use his body to nourish the artifact. Now that he knows you've saved him so many times, he'll definitely be grateful. If you tell him that, he'll agree!"

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't respond.

to be honest?

To a person who was destined to kill her, she revealed a plan that would take who knows how many years to carry out?

Moreover, why did Pei Zichen ask this question?

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at his eyes which were devoid of any hope for life but only showed a little expectation for her, and knew that he was looking for support to survive.

She couldn't open her mouth.

How can I tell him when he has nothing that this good thing now is also for other purposes?

It was just a fatal blow to him, making him completely despair. Even if he survived for the sake of a favor, it would not last long.

She didn't want to answer, but the young man was exceptionally lucid. He looked at her calmly and said seriously, "Master's Wife, you want my life. I should know what you want to do with it. No matter what you do, I won't blame you."

Jiang Zhaoxue listened and knew that he could not avoid this question.

After secretly cursing "difficult", she gritted her teeth and finally spoke seriously, "I want you to live a good life."

This statement was obviously beyond Pei Zichen's expectations, and he frowned.

Jiang Zhaoxue sat up cross-legged, and lied to himself: "You are a gentleman, a jewel of the sect. I know you are destined to have this calamity. In fact, you can survive with or without me. The only difference is that without me, your fate is to become a demon."

Become the leader of the Nine Netherworld Realm and lead the Nine Netherworld Realm to destroy the True Immortal Realm.

She spoke half-truthfully, but in a serious tone, "I couldn't bear to see you become a demon, so I saved you."

"Then why don't you kill me?"

Pei Zichen couldn't understand.

Jiang Zhaoxue said firmly: "Because I am your master's wife."

Pei Zicheng was stunned. Jiang Zhaoxue imitated the way Shen Yuqing had lectured her in the past and said righteously, "No one in this world is born evil or good. They are all blank slates, subject to human scrutiny. You haven't done anything yet, so how can the consequences of future misfortunes be blamed on you? I understand that others killed you out of fear, but I am your elder and have the responsibility to educate you. How can I take the easy way out and kill you when you still have the potential to change?"

"But Master has decided to kill me."

"That's his fault!" Jiang Zhaoxue said firmly, "He was about the same age as you when he was young. Why do you have to say he's the devil and he's the light of righteousness? If he was forced to jump off a cliff like you, I think he would become a devil faster than you."

Hearing this, Pei Zichen suddenly understood something and confirmed again: "I... look a lot like Master when he was young?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the young man in front of him, making his tone full of encouragement and care. "Don't look at him as cold now, but he used to be just like you, a very good person. You can do everything he can do, and in the future you can even become a better person than him. He didn't serve as a good master, and I will make up for it. So don't worry, I will take good care of you, teach you, and accompany you to become a god, until..."

Jiang Zhaoxue paused and said vaguely, "The day will come when it's time for you and me to separate. By then, whether you become a god or remain an ordinary person, you can live a good life."

Jiang Zhaoxue stared at the nearly cooked rabbit with sparkling eyes, thinking about the future. She couldn't suppress the smile on her face and said happily, "You can eat a lot of delicious food and meet a lot of good people. If you like freedom, just go around and have a look. With this face, it's easy to find a casual relationship."

"Master's Wife!" Pei Zichen was a little flustered when he heard it, "Disciple won't..."

"Don't panic, don't panic," Jiang Zhaoxue guessed he was agitated by the idea of ​​a 'fleeting romance' and quickly said, "I'm joking. We're not looking for a fleeting romance. You can choose not to look for anyone, or you can go back to the human world, find someone you like, build a yard of your own, cook every day, farm, raise chickens, and watch your favorite shows. Oh, and you're also handy."

Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at his slender fingers and praised him earnestly, "You can make a lot of small things. Maybe... you can even become the new Lu Ban? Anyway, there are many ways to live. The important thing is to survive. Only by surviving can you experience happiness."

Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at him and said seriously, "And you have to remember that many people love you, and your life is very precious. You live in this world because of love. Because your parents and brothers love you, they let you escape the disaster when you were nine years old. Because Gu Jinglan, your other junior brothers, and Pangpang love you, they insisted on letting you go to the end. And me—"

Pei Zichen's eyes moved slightly.

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't notice and said shamelessly: "Although I don't have the same deep affection as them, I also hope that you live a good life."

That's why I jumped off the cliff with him and carried him through the snow on the mountain.

"Master's Wife..."

Pei Zichen felt a sore nose and murmured hoarsely, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Zhaoxue quickly comforted him: "But don't be too touched. I don't help you for nothing. I know you will have a bright future. When that time comes, don't forget my kindness to you now." Jiang Zhaoxue patted Pei Zichen's shoulder, her eyes gleaming, "Remember to be filial to me."

These words made Pei Zichen burst into laughter.

He looked at the woman in front of him who looked no older than him. His eyes fell on her scarred hands, and guilt emerged in his heart.

He pursed his lips and said seriously: "Master's grace, disciple will remember it, forever."

"That would be great!"

Seeing him recover, Jiang Zhaoxue turned her gaze back to the roasted rabbit. She could finally ask the question she had been thinking about for a long time: "Is the rabbit cooked?"

"alright."

Seeing that it was almost done, Pei Zichen handed her the one that was better roasted.

Jiang Zhaoxue took it excitedly and lowered her head to show off her body with great interest.

Although there was no seasoning, the wild rabbit meat had its own meaty aroma. Jiang Zhaoxue was very addicted to it. Pei Zichen watched quietly and felt warm in his heart. He smiled and followed Jiang Zhaoxue to eat the meat.

Jiang Zhaoxue quickly finished the meat, feeling quite satisfied. Suddenly, he remembered something and looked up, "Do you know where the demon cultivators from the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion came from on the day they fell off the cliff?"

Pei Zichen was stunned when he heard this, and then he remembered that many demon cultivators did appear suddenly that day and helped him to get to Tianming Pavilion and snatch the Tracing Light Mirror.

In that kind of scene, anyone would think that he was connected to the demonic cultivators. He hurriedly said, "Master's Wife, I don't know them, and I don't know..."

"Understood."

Jiang Zhaoxue nodded and believed it without hesitation.

These evil cultivators must be related to Pei Zichen. It is estimated that Pei Zichen is either the reincarnation of someone or the descendant of some bloodline. This is what is written in the novel, but he himself does not know, and no one can get anything out of him by asking. He will have to find new clues later.

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't think much about it, then patted her stomach and said, "I'm full, time to sleep! You keep watch."

Pei Zichen stared blankly at this person who didn't doubt him at all. Before he could react, Jiang Zhaoxue sat down next to Pei Zichen without any courtesy.

Pei Zichen froze instantly. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Jiang Zhaoxue take off her outer robe and cover them both with it. Pei Zichen panicked and resisted, but Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed his wrist and stepped forward. Before he could nervously speak, she stared at him and threatened, "From today on, don't talk to me about breaking the rules. I've worked so hard to rescue you. If you dare to torture yourself to death, I'll strip you naked—"

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say what to do next, but just stripping her naked was obviously a huge threat.

Pei Zichen looked at her nervously, not daring to say a word. Jiang Zhaoxue's ears turned red as she looked at him. She smiled and warned, "I've tolerated you Lingjian Xian Pavilion for a long time. Don't mess with me. Go to sleep!"

As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue leaned back against the wall, covered himself with clothes, and closed his eyes.

The clothes covered the two people, forming a space belonging to them alone. The temperature naturally rose in this enclosed space, and finally Pei Zichen's body felt a little warm.

He didn't have a golden elixir and was just a mortal. If he hadn't been moving around just now, he would have frozen to death.

However, Jiang Zhaoxue didn't have any spiritual power to protect her, even if she didn't, just because of her White Tiger bloodline, she was full of passion and vitality. She was like a small stove beside him, burning him so much that he couldn't sit still.

He had never been so close to a woman before. He was completely frozen and didn't dare to move. Even breathing was a little difficult.

Jiang Zhaoxue noticed that he had been stiff, closed her eyes and tried to comfort him, "Don't be nervous, just pretend you just met me. We're all fleeing together, and we have nothing to be afraid of."

Pei Zichen didn't respond.

Jiang Zhaoxue was really sleepy.

Now Pei Zichen was awake, even though he was just a teenager and couldn't do anything, but in this heavy snow, she still felt a sense of peace, so she indulged herself and fell asleep. After a while, she could no longer hold on, and her head tilted, hitting Pei Zichen's shoulder.

Pei Zichen's muscles tensed as he felt her soft hair rubbing against his neck.

He closed his eyes and recited the Heart Purification Sutra, thinking it was easy for Jiang Zhaoxue to say.

Same as when we first met? How could it be the same?

At that time, she came for him, a goddess descended from the sky, a girl.

But now, she is the master's wife, acting as an elder on his behalf, advising him to return to the right path.

He couldn't tell the exact difference between the two. The moment he knew her identity, something disappeared silently like the tide.

There is an order of seniority, distinction between the high and the low, and distinction between close and distant relatives.

This is his master's wife. If he looks at her for even a second longer, it would be rude and presumptuous.

However, he also knew that she was right. Rules are dead, but people are alive, and...

She said she had been holding onto the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion for a long time.

Pei Zichen couldn't help but look back at her, remembering what he had heard in Lingjian Xian Pavilion and the time when he had met her.

The Lingjian Immortal Pavilion has complicated rules. In the past, she was always the subject of ridicule and gossip behind the back of everyone in the pavilion.

Even he didn't like her very much at that time.

Because at that time, every time I saw her, she was taking her anger out on others because of her master.

Even he himself was whipped twice by her for preventing her from seeing Shen Yuqing.

He always thought that she was unreasonable and could not distinguish right from wrong.

But now she suddenly realized that she was not rude at all.

With her temperament, she was tortured into such a miserable state by everyone in a place like Lingjian Xian Pavilion, and then they laughed at her miserable state.

It's like putting a tiger in a cage, watching it go crazy, and then saying, "It's really dangerous and deserves to be caged."

Guilt welled up in my heart, and I cursed myself for being so blind back then.

She is such a good person, but...

It's just that he likes his master too much.

She liked him, married him, and gave everything for him, but it was difficult for her to even see him. She just wanted to see him and wanted her husband to care about her. What did she do wrong?

She loved her master so much that she would do anything for anyone who was his disciple and had his shadow on them.

He knew that he was like Shen Yuqing, and he spent seven years observing, learning, and imitating him.

But he is not Shen Yuqing after all.

What did she value about him?

Do you value his identity as Shen Yuqing's disciple, his temperament, his elegant gentleman, and the sect's white jade?

Pei Zichen turned his head and looked outside the cave. The only sounds in this world were the sound of falling snow, the sound of fire in the cave, and the breathing of the person beside him.

It’s fake, all fake.

He suddenly felt a sense of despair of being alone. He knew clearly that everything Jiang Zhaoxue valued was fake and illusory.

Now no one cares about him, no one belongs to him. He has no ties in this world, just an empty shell. He doesn't know what kind of existence he is, why he lives?

No one cares about the death of relatives. Even Jiang Zhaoxue's preference for him is just because of the continuation of the master. Compared with the master, he is only one in a million or one in ten million. Even if he disappears, it will only be a slight regret.

Why is he alive?

My heart feels terribly empty, so empty that it hurts.

When he turned his eyes, he saw the dagger on the ground.

The dagger is inlaid with gems. Jiang Zhaoxue always makes his weapons look fancy.

He looked at the cold light on the dagger and suddenly felt an inexplicable attraction.

He seemed to be possessed. He stretched out his hand involuntarily, vaguely feeling that as long as he grasped the dagger and cut his throat, when blood splattered out like Jing Lan and Pang Pang, all the suffering would be over.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand, and his heart finally became turbulent at this moment, even with anticipation.

it's over.

As long as he gets the knife, he can finish it.

He will no longer suffer...

The moment his fingers touched the dagger, Jiang Zhaoxue beside him suddenly screamed: "Ah!"

This sound suddenly woke Pei Zichen up. He froze in his tracks, then swallowed and muttered, "Spicy rabbit head..."

Pei Zichen stood there in a daze. He turned around and saw Jiang Zhaoxue falling down along with him.

The frostbitten hands were exposed from under the clothes, turning into sharp pain in Pei Zichen's eyes.

What is he thinking about?

He reacted instantly.

Jiang Zhaoxue worked so hard to save him, his family risked their lives to protect him, and Jing Lan... Chubby...

He has so many lives on his shoulders, how could he dare to die?

Besides, now it’s a desolate mountain and wilderness. What will happen to Jiang Zhaoxue if he dies?

She was obviously unable to use spiritual power. She was a fortune teller who had been born into a life of luxury. She had never practiced physical training, could not hunt or make fire, and perhaps did not even know the directions. She was also greedy. What would she do if he died?

Can she go back?

He has to live.

Pei Zichen realized in an instant that no matter how painful it was, no matter what her reason was.

Even if she loved Shen Yuqing because of his love for her, at least she was sincere and gave him a little kindness and effort from his master.

He couldn't let such efforts go to waste.

Even if I have to die, I should at least send Jiang Zhaoxue to a safe place.

How fragile is a fortune teller? Jiang Zhaoxue is a wealthy family member who has never left home on her own. If he dies, how will Jiang Zhaoxue leave?

Pei Zichen slowly calmed down, turned his head to look at the woman who was sleeping soundly leaning on him, and for a moment he seemed to have found his backbone.

At least, now, he has to live for Jiang Zhaoxue.

He had to send Jiang Zhaoxue back.

He thought for a long time, pursed his lips, and finally reached out his hand, gently straightened her up, put her clothes on his shoulders, let her lean on his shoulders through the clothes, and then covered her with the remaining clothes.

After finishing everything, he felt exhausted. He looked quietly at the charcoal fire not far away, watching the flames rise and fall in the occasional cold wind, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Jiang Zhaoxue listened to his gradually stabilizing breathing, knowing that he would not do anything stupid again, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

With Pei Zichen keeping watch, Jiang Zhaoxue slept soundly. When she woke up the next day, she found herself leaning on a soft cushion.

This was a soft pillow simply woven with dead grass and vines. Her clothes were draped over her body, and Pei Zichen was sitting beside her, boiling water in a stone pot.

Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the hanging stone pot with shock in her eyes, and stammered in fear: "What...what is this?!"

Then he realized that something was wrong and quickly asked, "Where did it come from?"

"Master's wife's dagger is not an ordinary object. Stone can also be cut. I carved out a pot temporarily."

Pei Zichen explained, looked up at Jiang Zhaoxue, smiled and said, "Master's wife, good morning."

His smile was gentle and humble, seemingly similar to the past, but the calmness in his eyes had finally lost the youthful spirit.

Jiang Zhaoxue's throat moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say. He just moved his eyes to the stone pot and asked curiously, "What are you cooking?"

"I just caught some game at the door, but it was too dry after roasting it, so I wanted to make some soup for my mistress."

Pei Zichen explained, taking a small stone bowl. Under Jiang Zhaoxue's shocked and admiring gaze, he scooped out the soup with a stone spoon and handed it to Jiang Zhaoxue, saying, "There's no seasoning, so just help yourself, Master's Wife."

Jiang Zhaoxue listened and glanced at his neatly arranged clothes. He had cleaned them briefly, and while they were still a little dirty, they weren't messy. The dampness and obvious friction on his clothes made it clear how he'd gone about "catching game."

The posture was too embarrassing, so she couldn't see it.

She glanced at it, pretending not to know, and just smiled and praised: "As long as there is something to eat!"

As she spoke, she put on her clothes, sat down near Pei Zichen, took the bowl from him, held it in her hand, and watched Pei Zichen serve her soup.

He looked very calm, completely different from the man who almost committed suicide last night.

Jiang Zhaoxue held the hot soup, tapped the edge of the bowl, carefully choosing her words, and asked tentatively: "Um, Zichen, what are your plans now?" "Accompany Master's Wife to a safe place."

Pei Zichen poured himself some soup and said calmly, "Master's wife saved me. I cannot repay her for her kindness. Although my tendons and veins are damaged, I have been away from home for many years. Perhaps I can be of some use to Master's wife."

"Very useful!" Jiang Zhaoxue listened and said quickly, "My life has become much better since you woke up. You are very useful."

"It's good to be able to serve Master's Wife." Pei Zichen lowered his eyes and said calmly before drinking the soup, "If you are useless, please leave Zichen here. It will also be a relief."

After saying this, Jiang Zhaoxue almost choked to death.

She coughed lightly and looked at the man who was so calm that he seemed to have been buried long ago.

"You..." Jiang Zhaoxue was speechless. "Don't be so pessimistic. You..." Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little guilty. "Even if you are useless, I will not abandon you."

Pei Zichen didn't care. He just took a sip of soup and asked softly, "Where are you going after dinner, Master's Wife?"

"Oh," Jiang Zhaoxue became serious after hearing Pei Zichen talking about serious matters, and immediately said enthusiastically, "Let's go find the Jade Ganoderma!"

"To rebuild my tendons and golden elixir?"

Pei Zichen asked back, and Jiang Zhaoxue nodded: "Yes, do you want me to carry you on my back for the rest of my life?"

"Why don't you go back?" Pei Zichen asked sharply.

Jiang Zhaoxue didn't understand: "Huh?"

Pei Zichen was a little surprised to see that she didn't react, so he proposed a plan he had thought of last night: "You open the tracing mirror. You and I fell into the turbulence of time. The tracing mirror should be in your hand now. Why don't you take it out and try to see if you can go back?"

If you can go back directly, why bother?

There are plenty of elixirs and magic medicines in Penglai.

Jiang Zhaoxue was reminded by him and suddenly realized that she had been following the plot in the book since she came here. Didn't she ever think that she could go back?

Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and quickly said, "That's right!"

As she spoke, she excitedly groped in her sleeves for a long time, and finally found a mirror!

She excitedly pulled out the mirror from her sleeve.

Then, he took out a piece of debris.

Jiang Zhaoxue stared at the fragments in surprise, then looked up and exchanged glances with Pei Zichen.

"Uh..." Jiang Zhaoxue hesitated and confirmed, "It seems to be broken."

Jiang Zhaoxue dug around again and confirmed, "Well, the fragments are gone too. I don't know where they are. Let's look at this situation—"

Jiang Zhaoxue took out the fragments and looked at them, then confirmed, "It's probably impossible to go back."

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The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Jiang Zhaoxue: "One of the ways to treat depression is to make him feel needed!"

Anan: "Is this the reason why you can't take care of yourself?"

【Small Theater】

On the day of Wu Yuelin, Pei Zichen wrote in his diary: "Today I met a girl who saved me. She was like a goddess, very beautiful. Oh no, it was a heart-pounding feeling, like my first love."

Pei Zichen's diary for today: "The girl is my master's wife, my first love is over."