Chapter 1 Just him? "Go back to your room and sleep."
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By the clear and transparent blue river, the morning light shines on the pebbles. Mallard ducks float on the water, holding duckweed on the shore. A thin figure sits on the stone holding a basket. He takes out the clothes in the basket one by one and soaks them in the water. The misty water vapor stains his slender hands, which are as white as snow.
A green butterfly seemed to be attracted by the faint fragrance lingering around her, flew around and landed on her shoulder.
The woman lowered her eyes, raised her hand to kill the green butterfly that flew over her shoulder, then immersed her hands in water to wash them clean. Then she picked up the washed clothes and threw them into the basket, repeating this process over and over again.
Several old ladies looked at her from afar, whispering to each other.
One said, "See, that's the girl."
Another said, "She's pretty, what happened to her?"
One of them replied, "What's the point of being pretty? Her husband is always away from home, so he must be seeing someone else. This girl is all alone and acting crazy. You'd better stay away from her. Last time, the wife of the Liu family said a few words to her and she pulled out a lot of her hair."
Their voices were not low, as if they were intentionally speaking to each other.
On the other side of the river, after washing the last piece of clothes, Li Shanglu slowly stood up from the ground, pounded his sore legs, and picked up a pebble the size of a fist.
The next moment, she threw it hard at those aunties. With a cry of "ouch", the aunties covered their heads and ran away without daring to look back.
"You damn girl, just wait for me!"
Seeing them running away, Li Shanglu sneered and turned back home with the basket in his arms, nonchalantly.
Her home is halfway up the mountain, not very close to the village, and it often takes her half an hour to walk back.
The house was built brick by brick by her husband. It is located in a sunny area with its back to the mountain and in front of the water, and has excellent feng shui. There is a quiet bamboo forest around it and two carved wooden windows. The only thing is that there are no bamboo branches outside the windows, but some flowers such as gardenias and lilies. When you get up early in the morning and look out the window, you can see the morning sun climbing over the mountain top, dyeing the sky, earth, lakes and seas red.
Although the scenery is beautiful, it is inconvenient to travel. You have to walk down the mountain to the village to buy food and clothing, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth.
Therefore, Li Shanglu rarely went down the mountain unless it was absolutely necessary, as she found it troublesome.
Today was the last resort—her husband was coming back.
I still remember that when Li Shanglu woke up early this morning, he almost thought he was dreaming.
She was actually reborn, before she poisoned her cheap husband Shen Changyi to death.
This is a long story. Li Shanglu doesn't like Shen Changyi. The two of them were engaged since childhood. They grew up together and could barely be called childhood sweethearts, but they didn't have much feelings for each other.
Shen Changyi is a sword fanatic. He loves that broken sword more than himself. When he was a child, he would practice swordplay even without eating, drinking or sleeping. He would fall asleep holding the sword and chat with it all day long. In Li Shanglu's eyes, he was no different from a mentally ill fool.
However, when he was a child, Li Shanglu's feeling towards him was at most incomprehension, but when he grew up, it turned into outright dislike.
Since when, Chen Changyi spoke less and less. Sometimes, Li Shanglu didn't hear him say a word for seven days in a row. Every day, he still practiced sword, ate, and practiced sword again. Occasionally, he would come to see her, but he would just sit beside her for several hours.
She hated his silence, hated him sitting next to her, hated the fact that he was like a cloud, a tree, a stone, and in any case, not like a human.
Dull, stuffy, strange, taciturn, suffocating.
If it weren't for that marriage contract, Li Shanglu would never marry such a person.
But she still got married, there was nothing she could do.
When he was eighteen years old, his family suffered a sudden change. His parents died of an acute illness overnight. Li Shanglu suddenly became helpless in this world and even had problems making a living and eating.
She had no skills, was stupid and lazy, so she might as well just marry Shen Changyi. After all, this man had a thousand faults, but the only thing he was good to her was that he was good to her.
After marrying Shen Changyi, Li Shanglu hardly did any work herself. She never had to do housework. Apart from eating, drinking, shopping and sleeping, she spent three years in a leisurely manner.
Li Shanglu finally sensed something was wrong.
Chen Changyi didn't touch her at all. On their wedding night, they just lay on each side of the bed and slept under the covers. Maybe he didn't like her and only regarded her as a childhood playmate.
Moreover, in the past three years, Shen Changyi became less and less willing to go home. Every time he came back, he would always make excuses for being late, saying that he had to teach people swordsmanship, save lives, or go out to fight demons. It seemed as if all the people in the world were carried on his shoulders alone, and the look he gave her was always evasive and apologetic.
She suspected that Shen Changyi had betrayed her, but she could not find any evidence.
Doubt took root and, under the influence of the villagers' gossip, quickly sprouted and grew, eventually becoming a giant tree that blocked out the sun.
She hated Shen Changyi even more, and even turned to disgust with him.
So much so that when someone came to her with a large sum of money and asked Li Shanglu to drug Shen Changyi, she agreed without hesitation.
That amount of money was enough for her to live a rich and worry-free life for the rest of her life, so she no longer needed Chen Changyi.
That day was the first and only time Li Shanglu cooked for Shen Changyi. Shen Changyi had no suspicion at all. Just like every day and night they spent together, he died without any sound in the quiet afternoon.
The medicine was a poison, she should have known that.
After his death, Li Shanglu learned that they were all characters in a book. The protagonist was Shen Changyi's apprentice, and Shen Changyi was a real celestial being, an immortal sent by heaven to pacify the troubled times.
He possesses the most powerful talent and the most unstoppable swordsmanship. If the chaotic world is pacified in time, he will surely ascend to become an immortal and return to heaven.
But the only weakness of such a person is her.
The only way for Shen Changyi to die in this life is to die in her hands.
Li Shanglu even found it a little funny when he thought about this.
That piece of stone who only knows how to practice sword, read books and meditate every day actually has people all over the world waiting for him to save him.
Are you kidding me, him?
But the pain of being pierced through the heart by a sword in the previous life still remained in his chest. Li Shanglu couldn't help shuddering when he thought of the furious expression of Shen Changyi's apprentice at that time.
"You are... Master's wife?"
"Why do you want to harm him?"
"Answer me, why did you want to hurt him?"
Why? There was no reason. She didn't think about it that much.
The long sword pierced her heart, but she didn't even react. It took her a long time to feel the severe pain. She wanted to say something, but the blood in her throat had already spread up, and she couldn't even utter a decent last word.
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Li Shanglu collected his thoughts and raised his hand to press on his pounding heart, his scalp tingling.
Fortunately, nothing has happened yet. She has been reborn, Shen Changyi is not dead, and Shen Changyi's apprentice has not come to avenge his master. Everything is fine.
Today is June 15th. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, Shen Changyi will definitely go home.
She washed clothes early in the morning, cleaned the house and the yard, and made every place spotless. It was almost time, and when Shen Changyi came back, she would cook well, and this time she would definitely not poison him again.
If Shen Changyi had told her earlier that he really knew how to practice and was extremely strong, she would definitely not have betrayed Shen Changyi. After all, this world is still the world of cultivators. If Shen Changyi was really that powerful, she would definitely be able to live a better life by clinging to him.
Having made up his mind, Li Shanglu carried a bamboo basket to the vegetable market and bought some vegetables, all of which were Shen Changyi's favorites.
This person's preferences have remained the same for twenty years and have never changed. He will always like to eat whatever he likes. He can cook other things, but his favorite must be that dish.
Even though he didn't say it, Li Shanglu could see it. After all, it was Shen Changyi who cooked on weekdays, and the same dishes always appeared on the table.
A plate of red and mung bean jelly, stir-fried pork with leeks, and a plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots and mushrooms. These three dishes were called Shen's Three Things by Li Shanglu. As long as any one of them was present, Shen Changyi would eat obediently and was very easy to feed.
It rained last night and the stone steps were covered with dew. Walking among the green mountains and cold springs, the air was so fresh that it seemed to be able to eliminate all the irritability in my heart.
These stone steps were paved one by one by Shen Changyi himself, to make it easier for her to go up and down the mountain. She once asked why they didn't live in the village, and Shen Changyi's answer was very simple - they had no money to buy a house.
No one cares about the houses built in the mountains, so you have to buy land deeds when you arrive in the village.
Li Shanglu was really confused. Wasn't this guy very strong? How come he was so strong but still a pauper?
Haha, the money must have been spent on women outside.
After walking along the mountain road for more than ten minutes, Li Shanglu wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally saw her little house deep in the bamboo forest. He opened the door, went in, picked vegetables, and cooked.
After the meal was ready, Li Shanglu sat quietly at the door waiting for her husband to come back. She had made up her mind that she would listen to Shen Changyi's words in the future and promised not to despise him or call him useless again. To do this... should be enough.
One hour, two hours, three hours, until the sun set, Shen Changyi did not come back.
Why is it different from the previous life?
In his previous life, Shen Changyi had clearly returned before lunch, but by the afternoon he had already passed away...
Li Shanglu had a vague sense of foreboding, but he could only suppress his uneasiness and continue to wait in front of the door, occasionally turning over the vegetable garden and cutting some flowers.
The sky gradually changed from a golden sunset glow to a dark blue. The yard had been cleaned so clean that there was not even a bug left, and the chickens at home had all gone back to their coops to sleep.
Li Shanglu supported his head in a daze and sat on the bench in front of the door. The food on the table was already cold.
Suddenly, there was a gentle sound of wind blowing through my temples.
Under the cold white moon, a figure in snow-white clothes stood silently in front of her without a sound, as if standing like a real fairy. The clothes were ethereal and hazy, as if they would disappear at the touch of a finger. Only the outline of the shadow cast by the moonlight was imprinted on Li Shanglu's thin body, completely covering her.
Another half incense stick of time passed, and the bright moon in the sky disappeared into the treetops. After staring silently for a long time, the dead silence in the courtyard was finally broken.
"Phytolacca."
Chen Changyi stared down at her from above, his eyes filled with unfathomable emotions, but his voice was indifferent.
"Go back to your room and sleep."
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This is my first time writing fantasy, please bear with me and please collect it~
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