Chapter 48 Chapter 48 He knew that it was unknown to him...
After the ice surface spread out, Yao Ning could no longer see anyone else.
They seemed to be pulled into separate fantasy worlds.
Yao Ning looked around and stepped on the ice, seeming to feel the bone-chilling cold.
Strangely enough, she didn't feel cold.
I could feel the coldness all around, yet my body felt like it was leaning against a fire, with the hot sensation spreading from my back to my entire body.
The white mist gathered and dispersed, like light smoke.
Yao Ning walked slowly forward through the fog.
In the distance, she heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.
As crisp as ice, as cold as spring water, with a hint of childishness.
It seems near but not far, and seems to be separated by mountains and rivers.
Yao Ning confirmed almost immediately that it was Chen Qian's voice.
The heavy thoughts of childhood.
She turned around and looked around. The fog was thick and all the prying eyes she had when she first entered the demon world disappeared.
Yao Ning raised his feet and walked towards the source of the sound.
As they got closer, a figure appeared and disappeared, and the silhouette fell into Yao Ning's eyes, causing her heart to tremble slightly.
Even through the hazy mist, Yao Ning recognized at a glance that this was Chen Qian, who was about eleven or twelve years old.
She couldn't help but lift her feet.
When stepping on the ice, the thousand-mile ice mirror suddenly turned into endless fragrant grass, stretching to the end of the sky and earth.
A full moon hangs in the sky.
The young man turned his head, his nose like a hanging gall bladder, his eyes like bright stars, the moonlight coated him with a layer of glaze, and the whole person looked like a celestial being.
His plump lips moved as if he was about to say something.
Suddenly the scene in front of me froze, followed by a clear sound of shattering.
A crack appeared in the void, and the full moon, the grassland, and the young man were all frozen in time, and then turned into dust and scattered.
Yao Ning frowned and looked at the crack.
The crack opened wider, and another scene appeared before his eyes.
He was kneeling on the ground, holding a petite woman in his arms. Upon closer inspection, it was Adu.
Adu died and became a cold corpse.
Shang Linran's usually straight and broad back collapsed, and his hands were tightly wrapped around Adu. This powerful and wealthy man buried his head helplessly in the arms of the corpse, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
The surrounding area was filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the entire scene was bright red.
A trace of sadness flashed through Yao Ning's heart, and he subconsciously reached out to touch Lin Ran.
But he froze when he saw his outstretched hand.
Flying boat, demon world, river surface, and palace of bones.
Scenes flashed by quickly.
Yao Ning suddenly woke up and realized it was an illusion.
At the moment her mind cleared, she took a step in the air and stepped on the solid ground.
"As expected of you, Immortal Master Yao Ning. Even the Ice Flame Mirror can't do anything to you."
The voice that fell into his ears was hoarse and unpleasant. Yao Ning raised his head and looked at the Demon Lord on the high seat.
White bones piled up like a throne, phosphorus flames burned faintly, and in the empty hall, there were only Jiangcan, Bai Su and Du Wuzhu.
This is the real Demon Lord Palace.
Yao Ning remained calm and summoned Fu Guang in his mind.
Silence.
She couldn't sense Fu Guang.
Spiritual power circulated in the meridians, and the Yangyan Heart Technique caused the temperature of the whole body to rise suddenly, and the air twisted and swayed.
"Hmph." She soon felt sluggish and tried to push forward with force, but was instead injured by the shock. She groaned and swallowed a mouthful of blood foam.
Unable to circulate spiritual energy, unable to summon natal sword.
"You are a useless person now."
Bai Su wiped his face and looked at Yao Ning with a smile.
Yao Ning thought about meeting the Demon Lord Bai Su again, but she never thought that she would be alone.
Even if she had supernatural powers, she could not withstand the attack of these three people.
Yao Ning tried his best to appear calm. While secretly testing the spiritual power restraint, he turned to Du Wuzhu.
"I can use the Ice Flame Mirror, but I have to thank the Sect Master for showing mercy out of consideration for our old friendship."
Du Wuzhu remained silent.
Yao Ning looked up at the Demon Lord and said, "The battle with His Excellency Zhongze that day was a great pleasure in my life, as we met a worthy opponent."
The silkworm nodded: "You are indeed very good."
Bai Su's expression gradually turned cold.
After Yao Ning greeted the two people, he stood there as if he had accepted his fate and said nothing more.
Bai Su tilted his head and stared at her, then suddenly asked, "Why don't you ask me?"
Yao Ning seemed to have just noticed this person and turned around to take a few looks at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you in this state."
Bai Su narrowed his eyes, and an inexplicable anger mixed with something else rushed into his chest.
“Bang!”
He slapped someone across the air.
Yao Ning had no way to avoid it and had to take it. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand and fell to the ground.
When he raised his head again, the fingerprints on his cheek had quickly turned into bruises, and a line of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Her expression remained calm, as if she was not the one who was slapped, and she supported herself on the ground and tried to stand up.
Suddenly, he felt a pressure as heavy as a thousand pounds. His legs trembled and he was unable to resist. His knees softened and he knelt down.
The pressure continued downward, forcing her back to bend downward.
Sweat flowed down like a stream.
Yao Ning gritted his teeth and held on, his bones creaking under the heavy weight.
Finally, she spat out a mouthful of blood, prostrated herself on the ground, and knelt deeply towards the highest point.
Jiang Can slowly leaned back on the throne, his eyes behind the mask calm and composed.
Bai Su suddenly cast his gaze towards the Demon Lord, like an enraged and provoked beast, but then seemed to realize something, slowly turned his head, and his gloomy eyes fell on the woman on the ground.
His voice sounded like he was gritting his teeth, and also like he was furious.
"You're not still thinking about your useless man coming to rescue you, are you?"
Yao Ning obediently maintained a humble kneeling posture, with his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles. In his peripheral vision, he could see the reflection of Jiang Can high above him.
She groaned and said nothing.
Bai Su said cruelly: "He is enjoying himself in the Flame Mirror and doesn't care whether you live or die."
*
The flame mirror opens.
All I see is endless darkness.
Shen Qian smelled a rotten and damp smell.
He repeated several times in his mind: This is an illusion, and one must have a clear mind and avoid temptation before he can break out of the mirror.
Yao Ning is still waiting for me.
The mind is clear and not subject to temptation.
Yao Ning is waiting for me.
Chen Qian followed the faint light and walked forward.
The soles of my feet seemed to be stepping through an icy puddle, making a crackling sound.
As we moved forward, the light became brighter. Deep in the dark and damp cave, in the sunlight falling from the dome, a golden birdcage came into view amidst the flying dust.
*
Inside the Demon Lord's Palace, Bai Su raised an eyebrow at Du Wuzhu: "Transaction?"
Du Wuzhu glanced at the Demon Lord above him, waved his hand, and the water curtain in the void opened, and Chen Qian's face appeared clearly on it.
"The Flame Mirror can stimulate the most hidden desires in people's hearts and amplify them a hundredfold." Bai Su observed the prostrate Yao Ning with great interest. "Your husband, who is so conservative and abstinent, and appears to be pure and spotless, I wonder how filthy and dirty he is in his heart."
Yao Ning turned his head to look at him.
Bai Su said excitedly: "Although the illusion is false, the people who acted are real. You said that I would rub this scene into a photo bead and give dozens of them to all the righteous sects, big and small, so that Jiuzhou would know that the Zixiao Daojun they admire, the leader of the righteous path, the cold and worldly immortal, is actually so lewd and lowly in private -"
Yao Ning's eyes grew colder and colder, but Bai Su became more and more excited.
"And you." He licked his lips. "You are quite good at fighting. Who would have thought that such a powerful person, capable of ruling the human world, would be under a man——"
“Bang!”
Before Bai Su could finish his words, the vase on the table in the corner was controlled by invisible spiritual power and came crashing down on his head, but he barely avoided it.
He turned around and met a pair of cold eyes. Then the woman spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Bai Su was confused for a moment, then shocked and angry, and then slowly forced a smile.
"Are you scared?"
Yao Ning was not afraid.
She felt angry.
Being controlled by others and unable to break free.
Together with Shen Qian, he was treated as a plaything for these three people to make fun of, exposing his most secret and embarrassing side to his enemies.
Anger that is powerless and out of control.
Bai Su looked at her, who was furious but forcing herself to endure it. Looking at the corners of her flushed eyes, his gaze gradually deepened and his voice became hoarse, as if he was enjoying it but also annoyed.
"How far have we come? Can't you bear it anymore?"
Yao Ning no longer looked at him. She turned her head with difficulty to look at Chen Qian in the water curtain.
It's just humiliation and trampling.
It's not like she hasn't endured it before.
Since there is no way to change it, just accept it as a fact.
To escape from pain would only fulfill their wish.
Du Wuzhu closed his eyes, unable to bear the fleeting expression on his face.
The Demon Lord was unusually interested and leaned forward slightly to gaze at the water curtain.
Bai Su turned his head towards the water curtain, but his eyes always fell on Yao Ning uncontrollably. Seeing that she pursed her lips and didn't even glance at him, his face gradually turned cold.
He looked at the water curtain dejectedly, with cruelty and violence in his heart.
In the empty picture, Chen Qian was in darkness.
The sound of dripping water can be heard in the distance, but other than that, there is endless silence.
He was suddenly pulled into the Yanjian, but he remained calm, without any anger or resentment between his brows. He just looked around calmly and then walked forward.
The sound of footsteps fell in the empty Demon Lord Palace, as if walking beside everyone's ears.
With a "squeak", Chen Qian stepped on a thin layer of ice.
As we walked, a blurry light gradually seeped in from above, illuminating a small, shadowy area.
It was a dark cave.
The light grew brighter and brighter, and a huge golden birdcage gleamed brightly in the darkness, catching everyone's eyes unexpectedly.
"Heh." Bai Su sneered at the right moment, not disguising his sarcasm: "Is this the kind of person you're dying for?"
A dark cave, a golden cage, unknown twisted desires, and dirty lust buried deep in the heart.
As soon as this scene comes into view, anyone who sees it will automatically imagine the following scene.
Yao Ning's face turned pale in an instant.
She overestimated her own character.
She couldn't let others watch her calmly and accept such an unbearable situation calmly.
There was also a fear that lingered like a ghost in the deepest part of her heart - she was afraid that no matter how embarrassing and humiliating it was, the person in the cage would not be her.
The blood color on Yao Ning's face faded away, making his eyebrows and eyes appear darker, clearer and more lonely.
She didn't know how she could stoop so low.
How could he have fallen to such a state?
Yao Ning's lips trembled, and he wanted to say, enough.
His spiritual energy was running wild, his mind was out of control, and he was showing signs of becoming possessed.
"Bang!"
Bai Su kicked down, and the bricks and stones collapsed. Yao Ning vomited blood, and the disordered spiritual power calmed down, and his consciousness suddenly became clear.
Bai Su grabbed her hair and pushed her in front of the water curtain, saying fiercely, "Don't be distracted, keep watching!"
Yao Ning felt his hands trembling slightly.
She looked at Bai Su.
Bai Su held a cold smile on his face, leaving her with only a clearly defined profile, as if it wasn't him who had calmly pulled her back from the brink of obsession, but he simply hated her, so he kicked her without mercy.
Bai Su felt Yao Ning's gaze, but without even looking at her, he tightened his grip on her hair. Turning his back to the Demon Lord and Du Wuzhu, he said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "What's the hurry? I promised you that I would kill your useless man."
His voice was low, with a hint of magnetism and an almost ambiguous tone.
"Don't be afraid, you see, he's just a lewd piece of trash."
*
Chen Qian saw the luxurious cage in the floating dust in the dark underground.
From dozens of steps away, the light and shadow were scattered, and only a bright red skirt could be seen in the cage from a distance.
The desires buried deep in my heart sprouted like bamboo shoots after a rain, breaking through the solid soil and growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He could hear his own heartbeat, as clear as the sound of drums pounding the earth.
He felt his breath become hot and scorching.
Chen Qian knew what he would see if he went further.
On the night he returned to Xuan Qingzong, he had already had an erotic dream.
It is exactly the same as everything in front of me.
He knew that he was not a saint or a Buddhist. He had seven emotions and six desires, but few people could trigger those desires.
Before he clearly realized that he loved Yao Ning, he had already been distracted and moved by her many times.
Under the cherry tree, the junior sister was wearing a fiery red dress. He didn't dare to look at her and turned his eyes away.
On the banks of the Huai River, she was naughty and evil. Although he was furious, he still turned around and left.
Before marriage, on the cloud stack, she smiled sweetly, not caring about her situation at all, and calmly reminded him to put on more clothes when it was cold.
In the inn tent, the air was clear and charming, alluring without him realizing it. He forgot his own indifference, his father's admonitions, and everything that was inappropriate.
He had once deliberately ignored it and tried his best to avoid it, but now the unconscious desire surged up like a tide and drowned him in an instant.
He couldn't help but be attracted by the cage at the end.
He knew that it was his unknown and abnormal desire.
That was not an illusion, that was his heart.
Chen Qian's eyes became vague, as if he was bewitched, and he stepped forward.
*
In the Demon Lord's Palace, the four people stared at Chen Qian's every move on the water curtain without blinking.
Yao Ning saw his eyes become confused and then walked deeper.
As he moved, the golden cage became clearer and clearer on the water curtain.
Gradually the outline became clear.
You can clearly see the blurry figure inside.
And a gorgeous red dress.
Yao Ning's face turned paler and paler. The corner of the red dress pierced her eyes like a needle. Embarrassment and shame overwhelmed her instantly. Anger and hatred intertwined and grew like a poisonous snake.
There was no expression on Du Wuzhu's handsome face, as if he was just watching people eating and drinking, which was perfectly normal.
Bai Su had loosened his grip at some point, and the tall figure standing next to Yao Ning cast a heavy shadow.
He didn't say anything else.
Like a silent mockery.
It was like she was being given a shred of shame that was destined to humiliate her, leaving her with a negligible veil.
"That's enough."
A voice rang out in the empty hall.
Surprisingly, it was the Demon Lord who spoke.
Jiangcan leaned against the throne, his white mask eerie and creepy, his hoarse voice flat and unchanging: "Boring."
"Boring?" Bai Su said with a smile, "I think it's quite exciting."
Jiangcan ignored him and said to Du Wuzhu, "Turn it off."
Du Wuzhu bowed in response and was about to put away the water curtain when a cold light flashed and a big knife appeared in front of him.
Bai Su turned to the two of them and said, "I want to see."
The hall was silent for a moment. After a moment, the silkworm rasped, "I've been pampering you, and you've become even more complacent."
A teeth-grinding friction sound came from all directions, like bones colliding and scraping, or like a poisonous snake crawling on fallen leaves.
The hall, piled with bones, was still spacious and empty, but it seemed to be instantly covered by a dense forest that blocked out the sun. A cold atmosphere that had never seen the sun filled the air, and the smell of rotting soil and vegetation lingered in the air.
Bai Su stood in front of the water curtain, with a big knife in his hand, facing the silkworm on the throne.
*
“Squeak—”
It was a slight sound, which sounded like an auditory hallucination to my ears.
The rumbling sound of the surging blood made the sound seem insignificant.
Chen Qian's figure paused.
He stopped and looked down at his feet.
It was a puddle with a thin layer of ice on the accumulated water. When the boots stepped on it, the ice broke and reflected the faint light from the cave.
Chen Qian looked at Bo Bing and didn't move for a long time.
*
Above the water curtain, Shen Qian stopped.
The spine-numbing friction sound suddenly stopped, as if countless invisible poisonous snakes were called back into the darkness, and the cold and rotten smell disappeared.
Bai Su put away the knife, opened his arms to show the Demon Lord that he was harmless, and then bowed.
"How dare I be so presumptuous in front of Your Majesty?"
The Demon Lord snorted and his eyes fell on the suspended water curtain.
Du Wuzhu frowned and glanced at the Bingyanjian in his hand.
Hong Guang, Yan Jian, that’s right.
Chen Qian has been bewildered by the illusion, his desires have been magnified hundreds of times, and it is impossible for him to be sober.
"Did he see through the illusion?" asked the silkworm.
Du Wuzhu recalled that over the past few hundred years, the Bingyanjian had always been successful. Even for Buddhist practitioners, as long as the seven emotions and six desires were still there, it was impossible to transcend the distorted and magnified instincts.
Food and sex are human nature.
Chen Qian is not a saint, nor a Buddhist, and cannot see all things as non-things.
What's more, Du Wuzhu knew very well that in the illusion, inside the cage, was Yao Ning.
Shen Qian couldn't refuse.
Du Wuzhu said: "He can't break it."
*
Chen Qian raised his head, and the illusion collapsed instantly.
Like a shadow meeting light, as fast as lightning, everything disappeared in an instant, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
At the moment when everything disappeared and collapsed, Chen Qian seemed to sense being watched and suddenly turned his head.
*
He looked at everyone in the Demon Lord's Palace through the water curtain.
Chen Qian should not be able to see this side, but Du Wuzhu felt that the gaze was falling on him as if it were real.
The water curtain was about to dissolve as the illusion collapsed. Du Wuzhu was in disbelief. He stared at the magnified face and muttered, "How could it be? Why? How could he do that?!"
The man in the water curtain seemed to sense something, and uttered three words with a look of contempt and anger, answering all his confusion.
"She's afraid of the cold."
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