Chapter 65: Rebellion (VI) "Heartbeats Seven Times"
The barrier was broken from the outside, and the power of the rebellious immortals over there suddenly weakened a lot.
"Xianshu, come quickly!"
An urgent cry.
Mingyao subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.
On the steps, the rebellious immortal had been imprisoned by the spell cast by Yan Chen and Chu Dianqing.
Xianshu, who was supported by Mingyao, suddenly pulled out his hand, and without waiting for Mingyao's reaction, he forcibly drove his spiritual power and arrived at the battle scene in an instant.
The sword is unsheathed.
Those rebellious immortals are still human beings.
In the darkness of the night, the sword in Xianshu's hand hit the rebel immortals' hearts. Every blow was merciless, and blood splattered on his face, collar, and cuffs. After a few breaths, those rebel immortals were dead and fell to the ground, oozing blood.
But Xianshu's movements didn't stop. The longsword got in his way, and he broke it. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped the broken blade with his bare hands. Without stopping, he plunged into the corpses of the rebel immortals, slashing again and again, pulverizing the flesh and blood. However, the demonic energy that should have dissipated didn't dissipate with the rebels' deaths.
The little baby in Chu Dianqing's arms was frightened by the noise and the smell of blood, and burst into tears.
"Enough!" Chu Dianqing, holding the child, shouted, "Do you still want to return to the Immortal Mountain? These rebellious immortals are all dead!"
Dead...dead?
Xianshu slowly stopped moving, and looked back at the pale Yan Chen with empty eyes: "...Is it true?"
The demonic energy on his body appeared and disappeared, and Yan Chen was so nervous that he bit his back teeth tightly and nodded vigorously.
"That's good."
The blood seemed to blind Xianshu's eyes. The blood-stained broken blade in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. After taking a few steps towards Yan Chen, he fell headfirst into her arms.
The matter is settled.
Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to lift her skirt to avoid the blood seeping from the steps and go up to take a look.
Xuanxiu, who was standing beside her, reached out and held her. The moonlight was hazy, and Immortal Lord Miaomiao's eyes were moist, reflecting the moonlight. His throat rolled up and down, "Husband?"
With their hands crossed, Mingyao subconsciously felt at ease.
But now, when he met the smiling eyes of Immortal Lord Miaomiao, his previous boldness was suddenly pricked by the tip of a needle, and all his energy was gone.
When will I be able to change my nature of "bullying the weak and fearing the strong"? A belated feeling of embarrassment came to my mind.
"Haha... now's not the time to talk about this." Ming Yao straightened his back, pretending to be stern, lowering his voice and speaking seriously, "We are now in a fantasy world, and this is a critical juncture. I have to go over and take a look."
There were many other important things, such as how Xuanxiu came here, what happened to Xianshu, and Chu Dianqing being here. Would Xuanxiu react strangely when he saw his mother?
In short, there are many things more important than this title.
We shouldn't dwell on this matter here.
Mingyao's eyes were firm and his expression was upright.
Immortal Lord Miaomiao glanced at her clenched hands, knowing that if he pressed any further, she would most likely turn hostile. So he narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, like a fox that had stolen some meat. He leisurely shook his big tail behind him, and shamelessly wrapped his immortal power around her: "Then my lady, take me with you."
The toad on Mingyao's neck felt slightly hot, and he himself seemed to be ignited by sparks.
No, it wasn't that she was mean, it was just that ever since she drank Xuanxiu's blood in Lingxu Cave and was able to mobilize and sense immortal power, he always used his immortal power to entangle her...
Palms, wrists, behind ears, sides of face...
Holding hands, trying to keep her, tying her hair, wiping off dust and blood...
We were all doing serious things, but there was always an inexplicable ambiguity.
But since she was the one who started the matter this time, Mingyao had no choice but to indulge herself silently and let the immortal power hold her tightly.
While the two of them were wasting time here, Chu Dianqing had already arrived.
"Ayao, who is this?"
The voice suddenly spoke, and Mingyao turned around with a start, just looking straight into Chu Dianqing's face.
Looking at these very similar eyes, Mingyao could no longer say the two words that he had just said to Xianshu.
The relationship is too complicated.
Xuanxiu, who was standing beside him, had obviously seen who was coming. To Mingyao's surprise, there was no expression on his face. He even arched his eyebrows and smiled gently, "I am Ah Yao's husband."
Chu Dianqing was stunned: "...I see."
"Thank you for rescuing me today."
Chu Dianqing bowed to Xuanxiu as a way of expressing his gratitude.
"No problem."
Immortal Lord Miaomiao accepted his mother's gift without any hindrance.
Ming Yao cleared his throat, trying to pull himself out of the strange atmosphere. Seeing Chu Dianqing still holding the little baby, he took over the conversation, "This child... and Xianshu, are they all okay?"
"Ah, nothing's wrong. I just need to rest here for a day." Hearing Mingyao's question, Chu Dianqing withdrew his gaze from Xuanxiu. "If you want to return to the fairy mountain, I can set up a formation to send you back."
How can I go back? I finally followed you here.
Mingyao quickly shook his head: "No, let's go together. If there is any accident, we can take care of each other."
"That's right." Chu Dianqing did not refuse. She was a little tired after what happened today. After a while, she went back to Yan Chen and Xian Shu.
Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief. Standing between a mother and son, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
But...why is he so calm?
"Do you recognize who she is?" Mingyao couldn't help but feel curious when he saw Xuanxiu looked normal.
"Chu Jia Dianqing, my biological mother, Ayao, I naturally recognize her."
"Oh." Mingyao nodded, not knowing what to say next. He kicked the stones on the ground and asked, "Why are you here?"
"You sent me out of the thick fog earlier and brought me here. You scared me."
"Do you recognize where this is?"
Mingyao looked up at him.
"The Ten Mirrors, sacred artifacts of the demon race." Xuanxiu scanned the boundless night, reaching out and gently picking up a strand of something as thin as a hair from afar. He had mingled with the demon race for many years and was naturally familiar with their methods. "This pure demon power is now found nowhere else except outside the Ten Mirrors."
"Is there any solution? I want to go out." Mingyao's eyes lit up.
"Just finish this scene." Xuanxiu let go, and the thing he had picked up turned into smoke and disappeared in the blink of an eye. "If you use force to break it midway, you will easily suffer backlash."
"So easy?" Mingyao couldn't believe it.
"Yes, it's that easy." Xuanxiu reached out and rubbed Mingyao's head. Sensing the suppressed fatigue in her voice, he softened his tone a little, "Go to sleep first."
If Xuanxiu had not been there, Mingyao would definitely not have dared to sleep so carelessly in the fairy temple in the illusion. Who knows what else is in this illusion.
But now, I don’t have to worry too much.
The two sat side by side. Mingyao no longer hesitated and leaned directly against Xuanxiu's side. He adjusted his posture for a while, smelled the familiar bitter orange scent, and gradually withdrew his consciousness.
The illusions created in the ten mirrors are almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The previous shrill screams dissipated with the clouds and smoke. In the fairy temple, under the steps, the white lotus in the lotus pond swayed, the fragrance was fragrant, and there was occasional chirping of insects.
The beauty before your eyes is fake.
The person next to you is the real one.
The scene now makes his heart beat faster than when he was young and the young bird was perched on his palm.
This is... being a human being.
But there was a sudden pain on his wrist. Xuanxiu lowered his eyes slightly and lifted his sleeves. He saw a floating red line on his smooth wrist, and in just a few breaths, the red line became an inch shorter.
——
"Remember, you only have seven chances!"
In front of a stick of incense.
The young monk nervously watched him light incense and make a wish before the statue of the immortal god, muttering incessantly, "A red string is tied around the wrist, and the wish will not be fulfilled until it is fulfilled. I don't have that much time. You...you'd better make a wish that can be fulfilled immediately."
Xuanxiu did not respond to her.
Yan Chen said that if he made a wish, he might get what he wanted.
What he wished for...
Suppressing the restless inner demon, he clasped his hands together, slightly closed his eyes, and bowed to the gods with great skill.
Anyway, we even worshipped monsters last time, so there is nothing we can’t worship now that it’s a real statue of immortals and gods.
To be honest, all the cultivators in the fairy mountains believe in ascended immortal gods.
Occasionally, those who have no hope of breaking through will even stop seclusion before the deadline. Instead, they will prepare sacrifices, set up an altar, and begin to kowtow and pray in a proper manner.
Some are successful, while others are not.
He once thought it was interesting and tried to calculate it, but was severely punished by Chu Dianqing, who scolded him for being disrespectful to the gods and said he would always suffer retribution.
He just listened, but didn't take it to heart, so naturally he didn't take it seriously.
At that time, life and death were not bound by law, and his fate was not his own. He had been a swordsman in the immortal mountains for hundreds of years, not because he was obedient, but because the world was so big and he had no desire to ask for anything. Therefore, if he offended the immortals, it was no big deal.
But now, he has many wishes.
Retribution really comes one after another.
Immortal Lord Miaomiao sighed softly.
"Oh no! How could this happen? Who gave you this red rope?"
His wish came true, and the young monk beside him exclaimed. Xuanxiu opened his eyes and saw a conspicuous red rope on his wrist.
"What's wrong with Ayao's gift?"
"Of course you have to buy the red string you use for making a wish yourself. How could it be given to you by someone else?" The young monk was furious. "It's over, it's over! Didn't you understand this before you came to this temple to make a wish? When a couple makes a wish together, they wear a red string on each other's wrists. Each of them makes half of their wish, and the wish is fulfilled. If you wish alone, you buy your own red string and tie it around your wrist."
"For someone like you, the wish you make can only be fulfilled by the other person, and it's a red string. If your wish isn't fulfilled by her after you've moved your heart seven times, you will die."
Oh, I see.
Xuanxiu looked at the red rope on his wrist and listened to the words of the young monk. Instead of being afraid, he felt his heart fluttering and was ready to take action.
Died of heartbreak.
He had experienced countless life and death experiences, big and small, but had never died in this way.
If he died because of this... a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows, and it could be considered that he had gotten what he wanted.
One day, perhaps it will be true as A Yao said, that the immortality technique may have a limited number of uses. If he could choose, he would definitely choose to die in this way.
The young cultivator naturally couldn't guess what Immortal Lord Miaomiao was thinking, so he just anxiously turned around in circles, helping Xuanxiu think of a solution.
"No, no, I remember there's another solution. If she refuses to grant your wish, you can trick her into tying a red string around her neck and making a corresponding wish in front of the immortal statue. That could also save your life."
"So, you must bring your A Yao back to the Immortal Temple now."
The little monk chattered incessantly.
Immortal Lord Miaomiao turned a deaf ear.
After making the wish, the Immortal Temple in his eyes did seem a little different. The red line wrapped around the fingers of the Immortal Statue pointed far away into the thick fog, and the same rebellious Immortal aura as in Mingyao's body appeared before his eyes.
Yan Chen did not lie.
Ignoring the young monk's attempt to stop him, he entered the thick fog alone.
The mist that devoured the spiritual energy and flesh and blood of the monks did not harm him, but the mist was endless and he did not have much patience.
After the immortal power cut through the thick fog, he entered the ten mirrors and finally saw her.
Now, the red line on the wrist is two inches shorter.
It was only a stick of incense that she saw him.
Immortal Miaomiao raised his sleeves to cover the red thread, and his eyes drooped slightly to hide the warmth in them.
The moonlight is just right, and I don’t know on which day he will die.
He curled his lips and sighed slightly.
For the first time, waiting for death felt like spring.
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