Chapter 34 Frost Pear Town (Part 7) “I’ll help you get her.”…
Immortal Lord Miaomiao, with his eyes closed, was finally not so scary anymore.
Mingyao raised his head, cautiously and tremblingly looked at the immortal who closed his eyes and made a wish.
Just a quick glance.
The bait was so tempting that Mingyao felt so panicked at the sight that he lowered his head in a hurry.
However, what people see when they are frightened is more impressive.
In addition, the clothes Xuanxiu wore today were different from usual. Although Mingyao didn't look at her for a moment, Xuanxiu's appearance unconsciously appeared in his mind.
In fact, the monks on the fairy mountain rarely wear the neat and slim narrow-sleeved round-necked robe that Xuanxiu is wearing today. They often prefer wide-sleeved long robes made of soft smoke gauze, which are elegant and ethereal, unlike people in the mortal world. Even though it is inconvenient when fighting against demons, the posture of the immortal with fluttering sleeves is still more extraordinary, and it is easier for people to admire and respect them when they see them.
But the light-colored, narrow-sleeved outfit Xuanxiu was wearing today was tailored to fit his figure perfectly. Normally, we only knew that he was tall, but now we saw that the lines of his shoulders, neck, and spine were exceptionally smooth. The belt outlined his waist, and he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He looked slender but not overly thin, just like a good bow.
In the mountains and forests, the tall Immortal Lord Miaomiao closed his eyes lightly and clasped his hands together.
Amidst the pine wind, water and moon, her graceful figure is truly unforgettable.
Although Mingyao was afraid, he had to admit it. It was indeed beautiful.
Even though his facial features and skin tone are about 60% similar to Xuan Hui, he is a little better than Xuan Hui.
Beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin.
Perhaps because he was not bound by life and death, Xuanxiu did not have the overly tense and rigid personality of Xuanhui, and his words were always gentle. Even when he was young in the Bikong Demon Palace, he would only occasionally reveal some rebelliousness in subtle ways.
Except for... the eerie and ghostly atmosphere in the coffin, Xuanxiu is basically worthy of the term "divine and beautiful" at other times.
But... I don’t know what possessed me, I have to follow her.
Mingyao sighed softly, turned around and opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the secluded path he came from. He couldn't help but feel that he was bullying others by wanting both.
He didn't want to cause any trouble, but he also wanted Xuanxiu to help him.
I was lost in thought for a moment.
"What are you thinking about?"
Xuanxiu suddenly spoke from behind him. Mingyao subconsciously took a few quick steps, moving a little further away from him. Realizing that he was getting a little stressed again, he chuckled a few times and quickly exchanged a few words: "What wish did the Immortal Lord make?"
As he spoke, he took a few more steps forward.
"Okay, let's go out first? I don't know where the Immortal Lord Jiali ran off to, haha."
Mingyao was walking in front, so he had no idea how stiff her movements were or how hoarse her voice was.
But it was inevitably too glaring in Xuanxiu's eyes.
The good mood that Mingyao had previously brought up when he took the initiative to talk to her disappeared in an instant.
The inner demon taunted with malicious intent.
"See, she's still afraid of you."
"Stop kidding yourself. She's just been avoiding you these past few days because she's afraid of you."
"It has nothing to do with that Tian Xiao."
"It has nothing to do with what you wear or whether you have blood in your body."
"Miao Miao Immortal Lord, she is just afraid of you."
"You know exactly what she's afraid of, so why pretend you don't know and deceive yourself?"
"The coffin, the red candles, the afterlife, the ghost relatives, no mortal would not be afraid."
The inner demon laughed out loud.
"She's still here now, just because she's divorced Xuan Hui and is sad. If she knew Xuan Hui had come to see her, do you think she would join you in exorcising the demon, or leave with Xuan Hui?"
Xuanxiu's face was calm, but his hands tightened quietly and his eyes fell on Mingyao's back.
There are many people in this world who are afraid of him.
Even those who were his blood relatives, Chu Dianqing, Xuanqing, and Xuanhui looked at him with disgust and vigilance, as well as fear.
Not to mention those monsters and rebellious evil spirits.
They trembled under his sword and hated him with gnashing teeth, but they only dared to curse him a few harmless words when he was bound.
As for those who were a little timid, when they sensed his presence, they either trembled and froze in place, not daring to move, or they dodged and fled with their feet trembling.
He saw it all but never cared.
What does it matter that these monsters and goblins are afraid of him?
He never thought that it was something worth worrying about that others were afraid of him and therefore stayed away from him or cursed him.
Anyway, for him, no matter how much emotion he has, it will all be worn out between life and death.
But between life and death, the things that can be wasted do not include Mingyao.
She didn't like him, he knew it from the beginning.
But I can't let go.
Reluctance, jealousy, hesitation, fear, resentment, greed, love...all these things are like trying to cover up one's own faults, and the demons are possessing one, making it impossible to escape, and in the end, they just turn into obsession.
He couldn't distinguish these ever-changing emotions, so he didn't ask or think, and continued to act on instinct.
At first, he summoned the spirit because he just wanted to see her again.
But when we met, it was too hasty.
He called out her name softly, and when she glanced at him—
He even had her husband's blood on his hands.
Their eyes met, and before he could decipher the look in her eyes, she had already hidden behind the Immortal Mountain cultivator. As if afraid of being discovered, she spoke to him reluctantly, trying to cover up her feelings: "...Why do you have blood energy on you?"
Her eyes were evasive and her tone of voice was stiff, and it was clear that something was wrong.
He stopped where he was, his body stiffened, and he lowered his eyes to look at the blood on his body.
Most of this blood was Xuan Hui's. He acted cleanly and decisively, showing no mercy.
There was only one wound on the palm of his hand, left by Xuan Hui's sword.
Before the inner demon opened his mouth to expose everything, he suppressed it and learned to deceive himself without any instruction.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he thought, just take it as her caring about him.
How good it was! At least, she didn't ask about Xuan Hui's whereabouts right away, nor did she question him why he didn't follow her will and let Xuan Hui take her back to Shuangli Town for burial.
Even later, she rejected the monk's suggestion to repair the book and retrieve Xuanhui.
Hidden joy came in waves.
So much so that when he was kicked out of the room by the monk, he did not immediately realize that she was afraid of him.
Until he noticed she was shaking.
His eyes wandered, his whole body trembled slightly, and his fingertips were pinched red by her.
It was an expression he was all too familiar with.
No matter how resolute the souls of those who died at his hands were, they would always show such fear in the end.
She was afraid of him.
Why? Was he carrying too much of a bloody aura? Was he carrying a resentful aura that was too strong to dissipate?
Then he would imitate Xuan Hui and put on a new set of white clothes.
But she was still afraid of him.
The innkeeper told him that the pain of divorce was too painful, so the mortal woman might subconsciously reject it.
So he changed into a completely different outfit, but it was all in vain.
Her fear and avoidance were like bursts of muffled thunder and heavy rain, tormenting him all the time.
I am at a loss and don't know what to do.
"What wish did the Immortal Lord make?"
He answered her softly, "What you wish for is nothing but wishful thinking."
Mingyao choked and gave up the idea of talking.
The forest was deep and dense, and she was now walking alone in front, feeling as if her brain was going crazy.
It would have been so nice to walk behind Xuanxiu just now. I wouldn't have to feel like I'm being watched closely like I do now, nor would I have to lead the way and face the dense forest shrouded in mountain fog.
The sporadic chirping of birds makes the dense forest seem even more quiet and cold.
She regretted not stopping Jiali when she left. Although this Immortal Lord Jiali had a bad temper, with her around, he would have been much more popular than he is now, regardless of whether she was swearing or doing anything else.
Now, behind him, Xuanxiu's breathing was light, and there was an occasional crunching sound as he stepped on dry branches and leaves. Apart from this, there was no other sound. It was very quiet.
But the quieter it is, the more uneasy I feel.
Mingyao could only try to think about other things to divert his attention.
If she made a wish this time and the so-called immortal really entered her dream, then things would be easy. She wouldn't even have to wait until the full moon night to confirm whether this monster with Ji Meng's bloodline was the same one Xuan Hui had mentioned.
If they are the same, then it means that everything Xuan Hui did in front of her did have other purposes.
She remembered clearly that the monster was extremely cunning. It made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, avoiding Xuan Hui and finding her first. When Xuan Hui turned around, he even hurriedly dropped his sword to block the monster's attack for her. His old wounds had just healed when he got new ones. It took a lot of effort to finally kill the monster.
At that time, Xuan Hui fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. No matter how she shouted, he could not be woken up. She was panicked for a moment, tears falling one by one, until a boy brought his sword, and the sword spirit in it began to heal his wounds, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If all this was just a show.
Mingyao felt a chill in her heart. She had been really stupid for the past two hundred years.
She was walking in front, lost in thought. When she was halfway across the rope bridge, she heard the sound of rushing water below and suddenly woke up.
When she came here, she begged Jiali to take her here on a flying sword, and she didn't even walk on this bridge.
Now he was halfway there, with only Xuan Hui following him.
A dilemma.
Haha, Mingyao smiled bitterly, feeling that he really was good at finding things to do for himself.
Perhaps it was just a psychological effect. Ming Yao glanced down and felt that the wooden board under his feet was shaky and the rope holding the board was not strong. Ming Yao took a deep breath and chose to be afraid of the suspension bridge instead of Xuanxiu.
Life is more important.
This wooden board looks really unreliable. Even though Xuanxiu is there, if he falls down, he will inevitably suffer.
Xuanxiu had been following her silently, four or five steps away from her. When he saw her stop, he didn't ask her and just stopped where he was.
It was not until Mingyao turned around that some ripples appeared in his eyes.
There is wind on the river.
The moon-white headband that Xuanxiu used to tie her hair fluttered in the wind.
Mingyao lowered his head, his gaze falling on Xuanxiu's feet: "Immortal Lord..."
Ever since Mingyao knew that she needed his help, she never called him by his name again.
Or maybe he was trying to cover it up, feeling that the name was too far away, and Xuanxiu would be able to understand what he meant.
"How about you take me with you?"
She reached out to Xuanxiu.
"good."
As expected, he agreed.
Mingyao walked towards him with a guilty conscience, slightly condemning himself for using people forward instead of backward.
She had just taken two steps when her feet suddenly felt empty.
A breath of air shot through the air and struck between Mingyao and Xuanxiu.
Mingyao knew nothing and only felt that it was the wind.
Xuanxiu reacted very quickly, dodging the murderous aura, reaching out to grab her wrist, and with a slight pull, he held her in his arms.
However, the fierce aura did not subside, and it kept coming from unknown directions.
In order to prevent Mingyao from getting hurt, Xuanxiu had no choice but to fall down with Mingyao.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Mingyao very confused.
She held Xuanxiu's waist tightly, but couldn't help trembling because of the temptation.
She closed her eyes tightly, only hearing the whistling of the wind in her ears.
Afraid of falling into the river, Mingyao tried his best to get close to Xuanxiu's ear and whispered a few words: "Don't——" and fell into the river.
The words were not finished.
They both fell into the river.
No, don’t all of you who practice Taoism be able to fly?
Before he could finish his complaint, Mingyao couldn't swim and the river was fast-flowing. As soon as he fell in, he instinctively inhaled, but when he opened his mouth, water rushed into his nose and throat, which was very uncomfortable.
Damn it.
In order to survive, she wanted to hold on to Xuanxiu tightly, but her body was subconsciously rejecting him because the distance was too close. She pushed Xuanxiu and kept falling.
Mingyao cursed Chao Qulai over and over again in her heart. If it weren't for his bait, she wouldn't have suffered so much even if she fell into the river.
Fortunately, Xuanxiu kept holding her waist tightly, and his other hand seemed to be groping for something in the bag hanging around his waist.
Can't wait for her to see clearly.
Mingyao's vision went dark. She felt that the world was completely unrealistic. She couldn't even breathe, so how could she choke on water? Her glottis had closed automatically after choking on water, and now her chest felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock. She could only hold her mouth tightly shut, struggling to hold on.
After a while, Mingyao felt like he was about to faint.
Xuanxiu suddenly reached out and gently rubbed her lips with his fingertips, trying to make her open her mouth.
Mingyao was originally extremely repulsed by the bait, but now it had the opposite effect and she closed her mouth even tighter.
After trying several times without success.
Mingyao only felt a slight pain in her jaw. Amidst the shimmering water and silver, Xuanxiu used his knuckles to forcefully open her lips and stuffed in something like a bead.
A foreign object entered her mouth, and Mingyao had no time to figure out what it was. The river water poured in again through her slightly opened mouth. In panic, she clenched her teeth hastily, and her lips and tongue unconsciously tried to push out the thing that Xuanxiu had half-stuffed into her mouth, as well as his knuckles.
In the chaos, the sharp teeth seemed to have cut something, and a slight smell of rust came up. Ming Yao panicked and swallowed the beads mixed with water.
After taking a few breaths, the glottis gradually relaxed, the tightness in Mingyao's chest gradually disappeared, and his rationality returned.
Mingyao just realized that Xuanxiu had just fed her a mermaid pearl.
At the west of the fairy mountain, there is a magic weapon made from the tears of mermaids. It will dissolve as soon as it enters the stomach, and within a stick of incense, it can move freely in the water.
Unfortunately, after struggling in the turbulent river just now, Mingyao was exhausted. Even if he could float in the water now, he could only lean on Xuanxiu's shoulder and tremble.
Cold and scary.
After floating for an unknown amount of time, the water finally calmed down, and Mingyao, carried by Xuanxiu, stumbled ashore.
"Thank...thank you very much." After Ming Yao got ashore, he half fell on the rocky beach and couldn't get up for a long time.
Xuanxiu recovered quickly. In a few breaths, he stood up, squatted beside Mingyao, and put his hand on Mingyao's wrist.
Mingyao instinctively wanted to pull back, but he held on tightly.
"Don't move, I'll keep the cold away for you."
The words are concise but irrefutable.
Xuanxiu lowered his eyes to avoid Mingyao's quickly passing gaze, and the gloom in his eyes was hard to disappear.
The hand he was holding Mingyao was still shaking.
On the day Mingyao was discovered to be "dead", the immortal power in his body went out of control and some rebellious evil spirits escaped. Although they were sealed one after another, some of them still slipped through the net.
The fierce aura that just came came from the Immortal Mountain, but it was not the martial arts practiced by the current cultivators in the Immortal Mountain... It was a rebellious aura.
Actually appeared here.
Violence is everywhere.
Mingyao was lying on the ground, the moisture on his body was driven away bit by bit by Xuanxiu's magical power, but he himself was still wet.
Drops of water flowed down the ends of his hair and landed on her palm, making it a little itchy.
Mingyao curled her hands unconsciously, then her eyes shifted slightly to the hand holding her wrist.
It was as slender as a bamboo, smooth and white like jade, with only a few teeth marks on the knuckles that were oozing blood.
She bit it.
Mingyao pursed her lips. It was clear that her body had no heartbeat and no breathing. However, at this moment, she felt flustered and her breathing was rapid.
There was a moment of confusion, wondering if she was afraid of him, or...
"Ayao, I'll take you back first."
Xuanxiu spoke, interrupting her thoughts.
Mingyao nodded hurriedly, but she was now exhausted and could only lie on Xuanxiu's back to go back.
She put her hands on Xuanxiu's shoulders and found that her hands were still shaking and her heart was palpitating.
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
She was afraid of him. As expected, she was still afraid of him because of the bait she had brought.
The two of them had their own thoughts and were silent along the way.
When they returned to the inn, Xuanxiu sent her into the house. Mingyao met Jiali's unfriendly gaze and finally came back to her senses.
I should have coaxed her.
But after falling into the water today, Mingyao really didn't have the energy to say nice words to comfort others. He simply gave in and called for water. After cleaning up, he went downstairs to eat.
After she recovered a little, she thought that Xuanxiu had saved her today, so she should go and see him. So she took the paper full of writing from yesterday and went to the next door to look for him.
But it came back empty-handed.
He wasn't there.
Mingyao was a little surprised, but he waited for a few more hours until the evening, when he was half asleep, but he still didn't reply.
After waiting for a while, she couldn't bear it any longer, so she leaned on the wooden table and fell into a deep sleep.
No matter what, her task today is just to wait for Ji Meng’s bloodline to enter her dream.
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At the same time, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and there was a dense forest in the south.
The ground was corroded by dead grass.
"Why are you here?"
Xuanxiu's eyes were cold, and the dry branch in his hand fell out of his hand. The dry branch, which was stained with immortal power, was nailed directly on the evil spirit emitting black air.
Limbs, neck, and joints.
These evil spirits who rebelled against the immortals had no physical bodies, only spiritual bodies, and ordinary swords and knives could not hurt them.
Only immortal power.
Today, he took some effort to capture all the evil spirits that had attacked and hurt people during the day.
He tortured and interrogated them one by one. These rebellious immortals had been sealed in his body for many years, suffering terribly and keeping their mouths shut.
"Ghost!"
The evil spirits around him were tortured to death by Xuanxiu. The only one who stayed was still cursing Xuanxiu with resentment, but his arrogance had softened.
Feeling somewhat impatient, Xuanxiu thrust the dry branch in his hand into the back of the evil spirit's hand again.
There is only one last one left in my hand.
"One last chance." His voice was slightly cold.
The evil spirit was burned by the immortal power and felt unwilling: "If you kill me, you won't know anything!"
It still has value to him, he can't possibly kill it.
The evil spirit was certain that in this game, it was not the one who could afford to lose. This was his last chance, and he—
The dead branch, carrying the immortal power, pierced straight into the evil spirit's brow.
"impossible…"
The evil spirit didn't believe that Xuanxiu would actually take action after spending so much time interrogating each of them one by one.
There was only a sizzling sound of corrosion.
In the end, it turned into black water.
Xuanxiu watched silently, his murderous intent still lingering in his heart. The mute evil spirits were useless to him; he didn't have the patience to play games with them.
Moreover, although there is no definite answer, it is enough.
If the evil spirits sent were just to kill him for revenge, they wouldn't be of this level, and they wouldn't just let him and A Yao fall into the water in broad daylight.
Although the distance of falling into the water is not high, any cultivator who has established his foundation will not be unable to react in time and fall into the water.
When Xuanxiu thought of the reason for doing this, he suddenly paused and his throat tightened.
The target of these evil spirits is Ayao.
A man of destiny.
This is the only reason that is worthy of these evil spirits' attack.
But even at that time, because these evil spirits were suppressed in his body, he could feel the appearance of the destined person due to the fluctuation of immortal power, but it was impossible for him to know what A Yao looked like.
Why did you find it so quickly?
Why are you so sure?
Xuanxiu looked at the black water that had melted into one pool on the ground, and after a few breaths he had the answer.
They knew Ayao early on.
His heart tightened, Xuanxiu made a hand gesture and retreated, hurried into the inn, and was about to push open Jiali's door.
The familiar smell in the next room made him pause for a moment.
He changed direction and went into the house.
To his surprise, a little moonlight fell on the face of the person at the table, silently, as if it were an illusion.
Xuanxiu slowed down his pace and came to her side.
She was sleeping soundly with her hands folded over her chest, her face flushed, looking a little funny, and next to her hand was the paper from yesterday.
Mimi Mama had answered all his questions.
The murderous intent caused by the evil spirit suddenly subsided, and Immortal Lord Miaomiao's eyebrows softened unconsciously.
He reached out and gently lifted her messy hair. She no longer avoided him like she did when she was awake, nor did she tremble anymore.
His fingertips lingered on her cheek for a moment, then gently touched her eyes.
A soft sigh.
"Ayao, stop bullying me."
The sleeping woman was unaware of Immortal Lord Miaomiao's sigh.
After quietly watching her for a long time, Xuanxiu picked up Mingyao and gently placed her on the bed. He then lowered the curtains on the bed. A gentle breeze blew, and fearing that she would catch a cold, he turned around and closed the window.
But the night is long and there are guests.
"I don't love my brother, I love my younger brother."
By the window, a ghost with a faint evil aura of Ji Meng was sitting by the window. She had a cold look in her eyes. She closed her eyes, sniffed gently, and her gaze passed Xuanxiu and fell on Mingyao.
"Your desire is her."
"I'll help you get her."
"You give me your power."
"how?"
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