Chapter 67: Rebellion against the Immortals (VIII) “She called me her husband for two hundred years. …
"Ayao, Ayao, please tell me quickly, where did this immortal king come from?"
As soon as he opened the door, Mingyao saw Yan Chen sitting in front of him, holding a cup as a gavel.
He was relentless and looked like he was going to judge her like Justice Bao.
"I--"
Mingyao habitually wanted to speak to deal with it, but just as she uttered a word, she remembered what Xuanxiu had reminded her just now -
"There's no need to explain too much about the ten mirrors. They're just simulated memories..."
Although it sounded a bit strange, since Xuanxiu had said so, there was no need to bluff her, so Mingyao swallowed his words that he was going to respond to Yan Chen and prepared to ignore her question as he said.
It just so happened that she was feeling upset right now, thinking about the debt of love she owed to Miaomiao. She felt inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart and had no energy to deal with Yan Chen.
Mingyao silently repeated to herself several times, "It's not true, it's not true." She sat down leisurely, poured herself a cup of tea, and quietly observed Yan Chen's every move while drinking.
At first, seeing she didn't answer, Yan Chen repeatedly asked her the same question. His expression and demeanor didn't seem like a fabricated memory, as Xuanxiu had claimed. She wondered, was Xuanxiu wrong? Perhaps this memory was based on Yan Chen himself, and the person before her truly was part of the real Yan Chen.
She endured it for a short cup of tea.
During this time, Yan Chen's laughter, fighting, scolding, and changes in mood were all very natural, without a single flaw to be found.
Seeing that she didn't answer, he even tried to play tricks and tickle her to force her to speak.
Flexible and maneuverable, just like a living person.
And just like before, it still makes as much noise as five hundred ducks with just one mouth.
In the illusion, Mingyao had been with Yan Chen for a long time. She watched her grow up from a child to an adult. During this time, Yan Chen's girlish thoughts were broken open and told to her.
To be honest, Ming Yao found it difficult to treat her as just a simulated memory.
After enduring for a while, she couldn't stand Yan Chen's chattering anymore and was about to give up ignoring him and answer her.
Yan Chen, who had been pestering Ming Yao with questions, became quiet.
The huge house suddenly became silent.
The last moment, Yan Chen was still pretending to cry and accusing her of not treating her as a real friend. He pinched his arm with his hand, which felt a little cold through the thin layer of clothes.
The next moment, she was silent, the sky outside the window suddenly became overcast, and the window that was not closed tightly was blown open by the wind.
Mingyao was so excited that he subconsciously turned his head to look at Yan Chen. When he saw him, his palms began to sweat and his heart skipped a beat.
The person in front of him had disheveled black hair, a pale face, and bloodshot eyes, as if she had not slept all night. At this moment, her eyes met Mingyao's, and there was no focus in her eyes. She was just looking at something vaguely through Mingyao.
The person is still the same person, but his heart seems to have changed.
Mingyao sat at the table in a daze, not daring to make a sound. His eyelashes felt itchy but he didn't dare to raise his hand to rub them.
She suddenly remembered something.
Something big happened last night, and Xianshu went back to the mountain to recuperate. Logically speaking, even if Yan Chen was lively and gossipy, he would not abandon Xianshu and come to her alone to inquire about Miaomiao's origins.
Under the simulation of memory, the choices made at important points in time will not be much different.
Xuanxiu said that if they wanted to get out, they just had to finish this scene. Unlike Wenhuan's illusion, they didn't need to change anything in the ten mirrors.
In short, they are spectators.
Perhaps for this reason, Xuanxiu said that she didn't have to reply to Yan Chen.
Unfortunately, she didn't know it at first. When Yan Chen was young and spoke to her for the first time, she responded, and then she fell deeper and deeper into it, changing the original appearance of the scene.
Perhaps the truth behind what happened last night was not fully revealed because of her intervention.
Ming Yao was already puzzled. Xianshu's behavior last night was too excessive. He had experienced life and death since he was a child, and Xianshu's character was also one of the best in the fairy mountain. Even though he was sad about the death of his junior brothers and sisters, he would not develop a mental demon.
Now, because of the scene before his eyes, the previous doubts resurfaced.
Ming Yao held his breath and focused, staring at the completely different Yan Chen in front of him.
In comparison, she looked more like the one Mingyao first met.
At this moment, the windows blown open by the wind kept hitting the wall, making a crackling sound. The wind outside the window was blowing loudly, not too loud, which made people feel uneasy, but it was enough.
"...Ascension." Yan Chen was attracted by the sound and turned to look outside, "Senior Sister Dianqing, Xianshu has gone crazy."
Mingyao was stunned. There was no Senior Sister Dianqing here.
But in the darkest corner of the room, on the bed, a shadow gradually became clearer. The long hair was half tied up, and the eyebrows and eyes were gentle. It was Chu Dianqing.
Half of her figure was hidden by the bed curtains. She was slender, and her hands resting on her knees were slender and white. She looked calm and motionless, like a dead object.
Mingyao pursed his lips, feeling a little nervous.
So, this... was the original memory? By some strange coincidence, without her intervention, it was only gradually emerging.
Chu Dianqing just sat there, her eyes looking at Yan Chen a little distant: "...Yan Chen, the matter is over, there is no need to think too much about it."
"Really?" Yan Chen didn't turn around, but murmured something in a low voice, and his voice gradually became clearer.
"Senior Sister Dianqing, you are crazy too. I... am crazy too."
"Ascension...we are not worthy."
"Yan Chen, the world is in chaos, rituals and music are in decline. Ascension now depends not on virtue, but on the spiritual power in our bodies." Chu Dianqing also looked out the window, "A new batch of cultivators has entered the mountain. If you don't have enough talent, it will be wasted. Yan Chen, be more open-minded."
Chu Dianqing stood up after speaking, walked to Yan Chen, smoothed her messy hair, and whispered to her: "Xian Shu killed them for you, Yan Chen, don't let him down, practice hard."
The voice also fell into Mingyao's ears.
Looking at the expressions of the two men, Chu Dianqing said that if the "they" that Xian Shu killed were those rebellious immortals, Yan Chen should not have reacted like this.
Mingyao blinked, and another thought came to his mind.
Those who died last night were not only the rebellious immortals, but also... Xianshu's junior sisters and brothers.
If they died at Xianshu's hands, it would make sense why he developed inner demons.
But Mingyao didn’t understand why Xianshu would kill people for the sake of ascension.
Ascension in this world has always been based on one's ability.
Even if he killed everyone in this fairy mountain, if he did not have enough spiritual power and could not break through the realm, he would still not be able to ascend.
The matter of ascension was mentioned so frequently that Mingyao began to think about it.
Ascension, after all, is nothing more than moving from this world to another. Could it be that her journey home is also related to this?
If this is related, then the one closest to ascension here would have to be Miaomiao.
Immortal body and immortal power, only one step away from ascension.
Perhaps her identity as the destined person is her chance to return home?
The more I think about it, the more it seems to be right.
Mingyao quietly pulled away the hand that Yan Chen was holding and prepared to go find Miaomiao.
But just as she moved, she stood up and took only five steps when Yan Chen called out from behind, "Ayao, where are you going?"
As if waking up from a dream, Mingyao stopped subconsciously when she called him.
When he realized he shouldn't stop, Yan Chen came up to him again: "I want to go see Xianshu. I don't know how he is doing in Hantan. I'm very worried. Let's go together?"
Mingyao shook her head when she heard that, but halfway through she came to her senses and realized that she shouldn't have responded to her.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Yan Chen came up again like a snake on a stick.
"Let's go, let's go, accompany me." Yan Chen was as strong as an ox. He almost tied Ming Yao up and flew on his sword towards the deep pool of the fairy mountain.
The fog was thick, and Ming Yao didn't care whether to watch or not. She reached out and hugged Yan Chen's waist tightly, not daring to look down at all.
**
"Brother, have you forgotten about our last meeting in Frost Pear Town?"
At the edge of the deep pool, Xuanxiu still maintained a superficial decency.
Xuan Hui looked at the smile on his face, and even though it was only a wisp of his spiritual consciousness that was separated from him, he couldn't help but feel disgusted.
He had expected to run into Xuanxiu.
Chu Miaomiao, the vicious dog, crawled at Mingyao's feet, staring at anyone who approached Mingyao, especially him.
The last time they parted in Shuangli Town, his murder of Mingyao was exposed in front of her. At that time, he was let go by Chu Miaomiao. He originally wanted to use Chao Qulai to regain control of Mingyao's soul, but was interrupted by Chu Ji's incident. Even the black shadow's attitude began to become ambiguous.
He doesn't have many chips in his hand now, so he is going to give it a try after entering this mirror.
Seeing Chu Miaomiao still had this attitude towards him... Xuan Hui lowered his eyes, his eyes moved, and in an instant, he guessed -
Mingyao did not tell Chu Miaomiao everything.
At least she didn't let him know that he was going to kill her, otherwise, this madman Chu Miaomiao would have attacked him the first time he saw him.
Instead of being afraid like today.
A secret sense of satisfaction welled up in Xuan Hui's heart. For the first time, he looked at Xuan Xiu with a look of superiority and pity.
Even if she gave all her immortal power to Mingyao, she still wouldn't like him.
A person like Ming Yao, who is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, has been ostracized, isolated, suppressed, and treated coldly in the fairy mountain for nearly two hundred years... Under such circumstances, Ming Yao never gave in to him, but just acted out the drama according to the clumsy script without paying any attention to it.
She smiled up at him, calling him "husband" sweetly, over and over again, but every word touched her heart.
She wanted to go home wholeheartedly, so why would she stay because of people like them?
Chu Miaomiao, it's nothing but wishful thinking.
He looked at Xuanxiu coldly and sneered in his heart.
After all, it's just a device that carries immortal power, so how can it have a good ending?
"I sensed Miss Ming was in trouble. I wanted to make sure she was safe. Where is she?"
Only a wisp of his consciousness entered the mirror, so Xuan Hui was not very afraid of Xuan Xiu in front of him, and he was not polite in his words.
"You have already divorced, and her affairs have nothing to do with you. You and her have no relationship anymore." Immortal Lord Miaomiao pointed out in a good-tempered manner.
He didn't like to argue, but he really disliked the intimacy that came naturally from Xuanhui's mouth.
The divorce has been signed and the marriage is over.
Now he is pretending to be nice, but who is he doing this for?
There was a hint of hostility between Xuanxiu's brows.
In contrast, Xuan Hui was much calmer.
Judging from the appearance, Xuan Hui is cold and aloof, with a very beautiful appearance, like the snow on the mountain, which makes people afraid. When such a doll reveals some emotions other than coldness, it is very impressive, just like at this moment.
Xuan Hui raised his eyes, looked directly at Xuan Xiu who was smirking in front of him, and softly reminded him——
"But she has called me her husband for nearly two hundred years."
"Even if she divorces me, as long as we're married, our bond will last a hundred days. The relationship between her and me is the closest in the world."
"You... and her, what are you?"
"What's the relationship? Can it stop me from seeing her?"
"Uncle and sister-in-law? Or something else?"
"Are you closer to her than I am to her?"
Every word is heart-wrenching.
The smile on Immortal Lord Miaomiao's face gradually cooled.
In contrast to Xuan Hui, even though the two faces are extremely similar, Xuan Xiu always has a smile on his face all year round. He looks younger and much friendlier than Xuan Hui. He wears a narrow-sleeved suit, has his long hair tied up, and has a smile in his eyes, looking like a young master from a wealthy family in the mortal world.
He is not that arrogant. He seems to be the kind of good-tempered person who will wave his hand and let the person who made the mistake go if he is taken advantage of.
Such a person's face turned cold, as if autumn had suddenly arrived, revealing a cold and murderous aura.
Xuan Hui curled his lips imperceptibly.
The origin of the Ten Mirrors comes from the immortals and gods in heaven. If someone kills someone in the Ten Mirrors, even the Immortal Lord Miaomiao, who has been brought to the world with immortal power, will suffer backlash, and that will be a very unpleasant experience.
More importantly, once Chu Miaomiao took action, it would confirm what he said. Seeing that he was unhappy, after so many years of repression and torture, she finally had a chance to breathe.
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind suddenly blew and the sky suddenly became gloomy.
The remaining dead leaves fell among the short bushes around the deep pool and slowly gathered around him along with the Xuanxiu immortal power.
Immortal Lord Miaomiao can kill people without a sword.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"Killing my brother and stealing his wife." Unlike the last time in Frost Pear Town, Xuan Hui looked coldly at the withered leaves gathered around Xuan Xiu and sneered, "Chu Miaomiao, are you really not afraid of retribution?"
Of course he was afraid of retribution.
Otherwise, he would have killed him in Frost Pear Town. Why would he wait until now to kill a wisp of his consciousness?
The murderous intent gradually became uncontrollable, and the inner demon stretched out its claws.
However, due to the connection between the immortal power, a voice came -
"Chu Miaomiao, Miaomiao, where are you? Come find me quickly! Yan Chen has dragged me to the cold pond in Xianshan to find Xianshu. Come find me quickly!"
She seemed to be running fast, her voice was a little vague and a little panicked, and she kept calling his name over and over again.
"Miao Miao, Miao Miao, please say a word."
"Chu Miaomiao, where have you been?"
Perhaps even Mingyao herself did not notice the difference in her attitude towards Xuanxiu.
The resentment and murderous intent in my heart were silently wiped away by her voice.
"I am here."
He replied to her words.
The dead leaves fluttered to the ground and were stepped on by him.
What is his relationship with her?
He raised his eyes and looked at Xuanxiu in front of him, a sarcastic smile slowly pouring out from between his eyebrows.
He is Mingyao's dog.
It was the sword held in Mingyao's hand.
It is the carrier of immortal power that will never betray Mingyao.
She controls his joy and anger, his life and death, and she is his destiny.
What does husband and wife matter?
When disaster strikes, everyone just runs away.
Of all the relationships in this world, he and she are the closest.
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