Chapter 161: Ending These are the five hundred years he was away...
After saying goodbye to Gu Shiyun, Xie Wuyang Yun Wanzhou did not leave Cangqiong Mountain directly, but returned to Yun Wanzhou's residence five hundred years ago.
During these five hundred years, the owner of this place changed many times. Later, Yun Wanzhou returned to the Immortal Gate, and after many twists and turns, he lived here for more than twenty years.
While Yun Wanzhou was packing up, Xie Wuyang wandered around the house.
The familiar aroma of grass and trees wafted through the air.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and stroked those strange yet familiar objects, imagining Yun Wanzhou using them. He actually enjoyed doing such boring things.
Yun Wanzhou still liked to place his desk by the window. When he got tired of drawing talismans, he could look up and see the peach tree. Its shadows were swaying gracefully, and among them were a few round, plump, and tender peaches.
Peach Thirteen, it takes thirteen years to grow, and it bears fruit every thirteen years since then.
What a coincidence, this year is the thirteenth year when peach trees bear fruit.
Xie Wuyang shifted his gaze from Tao Shisan and caught a glimpse of a stack of papers weighed down by a ruler on the desk.
After moving the ruler away, he discovered that the stack of papers actually contained many sealed hearts.
Xie Wuyang's heart trembled, thinking of the letters Yun Wanzhou had mentioned. His fingertips trembled for a long time before he opened one of them.
The handwriting on the envelope is elegant and graceful, not rigid.
【To all the best:
Everyone is safe in my humble home, and I can let go of my distant thoughts.
It has been a long time since the great war, I miss the heavens and return.
Cangqiong Mountain still looks the same, but my brother's hair has turned gray.
Zhitao is making a fuss about wanting to see you. He has forgotten what happened that day and doesn't know that you won't come back.
Last night you came into my dream and said you wanted to eat thirteen peaches. When I woke up this morning, I saw that the tree actually had fruits.
I tasted it for you. It's very astringent and not very tasty. I'll bring it to you in a few days when the peaches are ripe.
The eighth year of Chengguang.
June 29th.
Written by Yun Wanzhou himself.]
This is the letter Yun Wanzhou wrote to him during the five hundred years he was away.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips trembled violently as he opened the second letter.
【To all the best;
I hope you are well in my humble home and can put your distant thoughts aside.
I had heard for a long time that there was a resurrection technique in the demon world, so I went there.
We know from ancient books that there is a spell called Soul Refining, which can approach the soul of a person and refine a new soul for the deceased.
I tried for a long time, but I couldn't see you.
The thirteenth year of Chengguang.
March 19th.
Written by Yun Wanzhou himself.]
Soul Refining...
What is soul refining?
Xie Wuyang's eyes flickered, and he thought about it for a long time, but it turned out to be something he had never heard of before.
Just a few words were like countless silver needles piercing his heart, causing him to feel so painful that his vision went black.
Although he didn't know what soul refining was, Xie Wuyang could guess it.
Yun Wanzhou actually tore his soul apart in an attempt to revive him.
Xie Wuyang felt that the letter in his hand was particularly glaring and ridiculous.
Although he had a premonition that the next letters would go against his expectations, Xie Wuyang still opened one letter after another.
Every letter reads, "I hope you are well and can relieve my distant thoughts."
I wish you all the best…
Junan?
The letter in Xie Wuyang's hand wrinkled because of the force.
These four short words summarize Yun Wanzhou's five hundred years of lonely waiting and giving up everything.
Isn't he responsible and has to protect the people?
Why do we have to go to such lengths?
Is he a fool?
Xie Wuyang felt a terrible blockage in his throat, and the words in front of him gradually became covered with a layer of mist.
Sixty-seven letters.
He read them one by one, then folded them and put them back into the envelope.
Every time I read a letter, my eyes became redder, and by the end, the ink on the paper was blurred.
Until the last one.
When Xie Wuyang opened the letter, it was no longer "To your health" or "I wish you all the best".
There was only one sentence, a date and a signature on the letter.
The date is the twelfth year of Qiguang.
Written by Yun Wanzhou.
It reads: "After several years of separation, how can I bear the thought of you?"
Yun Wanzhou never told her his feelings.
At this time, the letter contained the words "How can I bear the thought?"
He said he missed himself.
On the day they met at Xiangling Mountain.
That longing spanned more than twenty years, and only now did Xie Wuyang feel the same way.
Xie Wuyang put the envelope away and put it away, as if he had never opened it.
Xie Wuyang left the desk and walked into the inner room.
Yun Wanzhou was standing by the window, at a loss as to what to do with a pile of medicine bottles.
Xie Wuyang suddenly hugged him from behind, holding his waist with both hands, with such force that he seemed to be integrated into his bones and blood.
Yun Wanzhou patted his hand, tilted his head and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
It was at this moment that Xie Wuyang caught a glimpse of the silver hair in Yun Wanzhou's temples, and his heart tightened.
Yes, in five hundred years, who wouldn’t grow old?
"I just want to hug you." Xie Wuyang tilted his head and buried it in Yun Wanzhou's neck.
I don't know how long it took, but when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, "Master has white hair now."
Yun Wanzhou moved as if to turn around, but was held down by Xie Wuyang.
He loosened one hand and brushed it across Yun Wanzhou's black hair. With the activation of his spiritual power, the strange color disappeared into her hair.
"Not anymore." Xie Wuyang kissed his ear and said softly, "Master. Let's go home."
…
The disciples of Cangqiong Mountain discovered the body in the courtyard after Yun Wanzhou and Xie Wuyang left.
There were three corpses in total. The one in the middle had a familiar face, that was Gu Xun, the head of Wuxiang Villa.
Although the remaining two looked unfamiliar, they were wearing the clothes of disciples of Wuxiang Villa and their identities were quickly confirmed.
When Yan Xingzhu arrived, rumors had already spread throughout Cangqiong Mountain.
The disciples looked at him, hesitant to speak. Finally, a curious and courageous person stepped forward to ask, "Master, is this Gu Xun... a backlash from the evil cultivator?"
The person who asked the question thought that he would be scolded first and then get the answer from Yan Xingzhu.
Unexpectedly, their stern leader, contrary to his usual behavior, chose to remain silent. He only said "bury him well" and left.
After he left, the disciples who were watching started talking about it.
"What happened to the Sect Master today?"
"Could it be that this Gu Xun is really an evil cultivator?"
Another disciple came forward and joined in the conversation, "I heard from the cleaning disciple in the Master's courtyard that he seemed to have seen a Wuxiang disciple in the Master's room."
"Wuxiang's disciple? Wasn't Wuxiang's clan wiped out?"
"That disciple luckily survived. I heard he came here today to clear Xie Wuyang's name!"
"Are you saying that it wasn't Xie Wuyang who wiped out the entire Wuxiang Villa?!"
The news that Gu Xun went astray in his evil practice and massacred his entire family quickly spread throughout the world of cultivation.
Some people believed it to be true, while others thought it was just an excuse for Xie Wuyang to clear his name after his resurrection.
Later, I heard that the leader of Cangqiong Mountain went to a disaster-stricken area for no reason, and after returning, he drew a clear line with the Lianwu Sect and no longer had any contact with them.
Later, when Wuxiang Villa was rebuilt, the new owner came forward in person and the matter was confirmed.
Some people sighed that Xie Wuyang was wronged, while others still felt that Xie Wuyang got what he deserved.
Later, someone brought news that Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou had subdued an evil spirit somewhere and saved several people.
Only those who witnessed it know the truth.
…
Perhaps because he was too worried during the day, Xie Wuyang had a dream at night.
In the dream, he seemed to have turned into a ball of mist, floating around.
Later, I don’t know where it floated to, but squeezed into a small jar, where it felt extremely cramped.
When Xie Wuyang finally opened his eyes, what he saw was Song Duoyan's face.
The same words, the same scene.
Song Duoyan raised her hand and touched his brow, awakening him.
He said, "You should wake up."
Xie Wuyang suddenly woke up, his back soaked with cold sweat. When he came to his senses, he found that he was not in the hotel room, but in a void as clear as the surface of water.
Not far away, there was a person sitting.
At first, Xie Wuyang only felt that the back was familiar, but when he got closer, the face was even more familiar.
It was Qiongrao, whom he had met once before.
"Qiongrao Immortal Venerable?"
Xie Wuyang knew that a trace of his soul remained in Yun Wanzhou, but he didn't know his purpose in seeing him.
Qiong Rao nodded, "It's me."
Xie Wuyang sat cross-legged in front of him.
He knew that Qiongrao would not call him here for no reason. Although he had many questions in his mind, he chose to listen to Qiongrao's words first.
Qiong Rao smiled at him and said, "I know the questions in your mind, and I'm here to answer them."
"Does the Immortal Lord know what happened five hundred years ago?" Xie Wuyang couldn't help but speak.
"I understand." Qiong Rao nodded. "Speaking of which, the opportunity you have is all because of me."
"Because of you?"
"Five hundred years ago, I calculated that Xiaowu was doomed."
Xie Wuyang frowned, "What disaster?"
He had never heard Yun Wanzhou mention it.
Qiong Rao's voice was vague as he slowly spoke, "It's a love tribulation."
These two words shocked Xie Wuyang's mind, and he vaguely guessed what Qiongrao would say next.
Qiong Rao looked at his face, as if lost in some distant memories.
On that day in Fengyin Town, he devoted his entire life to helping Yun Wanzhou overcome the calamity. He thought he would disappear into thin air, but he actually fell asleep in the Broken Snow Sword.
It was also on the day of the battle at Cangqiong Mountain that he realized that the calamity Yun Wanzhou had been going through was actually a calamity of love.
He has kept Yun Wanzhou by his side since he was a child, and knows that although he has a cold face, he is a man who values friendship and loyalty.
This is why he always said that Yun Wanzhou had no fate with immortality.
Any other disaster would be fine, but this one happened to be the disaster of Dao love.
Thousands of calamities are difficult to overcome because of this.
Xie Wuyang was shocked and couldn't help asking, "And then?"
Qiong Rao said, "When Xiao Wu created your soul, he accidentally saved a bit of your soul, allowing you to wake up five hundred years later. The next time I open my eyes, it will be the day you reunited with him."
By then, it was already five hundred years later.
Those who are involved are often confused, while those who are on the sidelines can see things more clearly.
The day he saw Xie Wuyang again, Qiong Rao knew that everything Xie Wuyang said when he died five hundred years ago was true.
He didn't ask Yun Wanzhou to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven. What did it matter whether he could overcome this emotional tribulation or not?
Isn’t the carefree and indulgent life in this world a different kind of feeling?
Xie Wuyang had forgotten everything, so he had to find a way to make him remember.
Therefore, Qiongrao was good at seeing through the secrets of heaven and saw clearly their cause and effect.
Qiongrao's lips moved slightly as he asked Xie Wuyang, "Did you know that the puppet created by Song Duoyan was originally soulless, but due to a coincidence five hundred years later, you were able to inhabit it?"
"You mean... my soul has been living in that puppet since the beginning?" Xie Wuyang's lips opened and closed, and it took a long while before he found his voice. "Why don't I have any impression of it?"
"Twisting time and space is against the laws of nature. Forgetting some things temporarily is not unexpected."
"So I..." Qiong Rao's words were so unbelievable that they destroyed all of Xie Wuyang's previous cognition.
Qiong Rao affirmed, "If the host dies, the Nightmare Stone will dissipate. Five hundred years ago, you sacrificed your life to destroy the Nightmare Stone, but a few months later, the Nightmare Stone reappeared in the attic. I knew then that you were him. Everything has a cause and an effect. If you hadn't died, the puppet from five hundred years ago would not have had any consciousness. If the puppet hadn't been destroyed, you wouldn't have awakened five hundred years later. I made a gamble on this."
Qiong Rao took a deep breath, his expression remained calm, but his brows and eyes were tinged with a fierceness. "I control Suixue, betting on the laws of heaven and the laws of all things."
"Why?" Xie Wuyang seemed to have just met the person in front of him. "Isn't the Immortal Venerable afraid of backlash for interfering with the Way of Heaven?"
"I owe him too much." Qiong Rao sighed, his brows etched with sorrow. "It is a blessing from heaven that this remnant soul can survive to this day."
As he spoke, Qiongrao's body turned into points of spiritual light and scattered in all directions.
Xie Wuyang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly used his spiritual power to protect his soul, but saw Qiong Rao waved his hand, "It's useless."
"Will the Immortal Lord never see him again?" Xie Wuyang asked anxiously.
"Gone." Qiong Rao shook his head and smiled at him, "He will have you by his side in the future, so he won't be alone."
Qiongrao suddenly waved his sleeves, and it seemed as if countless hands grabbed Xie Wuyang from behind and pulled him out of his dream.
Xie Wuyang's brows were furrowed, resistance was futile.
Qiongrao's voice was like a ghost in a hollow valley, "You should wake up."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang took a step and suddenly lost his weight. His body penetrated the crystal void and disappeared into the water. A feeling of suffocation came over him.
Xie Wuyang suddenly sat up from the bed, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He wiped off the water and looked out the window.
The moon was high in the sky and the night was silent.
Xie Wuyang remembered Qiong Rao's words.
Even though it was unbelievable, he had a feeling that he believed in Qiong Rao's words without a doubt.
So he really traveled to five hundred years later, lost his memory, and lived with Yun Wanzhou for more than ten years?
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple rolled, his heart pounding. He almost eagerly got out of bed, walked out of the room, and knocked on the door of the next room.
The room was quiet for a long time, and finally the lights came on.
Yun Wanzhou, wearing only his inner garment, opened the door sleepily. "What's going on?"
Xie Wuyang's heart was pounding, as if he had so much to say that it would take days and nights to finish.
He didn't know where to begin, and finally all his heartfelt words turned into one sentence, "Can I sleep here with you?"
Yun Wanzhou woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes wide, "What did you say..."
Before he could utter the last word, Xie Wuyang suddenly pushed him into the room and closed the door.
As the candlelight flickered, Xie Wuyang leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers have fragrance and the moon has shadow.
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