"Your eldest brother's name is Huai Che, so what are you? Huai Qing? Huai Cheng?"
"Why should I be like him? He's not special at all."
"Did you choose your own Dao name?"
"Yes. Who is as lazy as you? With the example of Qi Yao, the 'poor ghost', as a warning, you actually dare to let the master take it."
"It's 'Qionggui', which means pearls and jade. Illiterate."
"What about 'Qiongju'?"
"It is also a beautiful jade, and can also be used as a metaphor for snow."
"No, no, no, you haven't explained it comprehensively enough."
Qiongju propped herself up and sat up. "So what else do you have?"
An Yanxiang said in a long voice: "You throw me a papaya, and I repay you with a jade pendant. It's not a reward, but a token of our everlasting friendship."
"Isn't that also a beautiful jade?" Qiongju didn't care.
"No. It's a token of love." An Yanxiang said with a smile.
"hehe."
"Ask me what my Dao name is, Junior Sister."
"Okay, okay, you always talk so much nonsense, and you make me talk nonsense too. An Yanxiang, what is your Taoist name?" Qiongju said lazily.
An Yanxiang also sat up, leaned closer to her, stared into her eyes, and said softly, "Fengchun."
"Were you born in spring? Not summer?" Qiongju asked.
"Who said the character 'Spring' is because he was born in spring?"
"Why is that? Entering the realm in spring? Didn't you enter the Golden Core stage in summer?"
"Junior sister, you remember my story so well." An Yanxiang's smile widened. "Then how could you not guess my feelings?"
"What are your intentions?" Qiongju looked seriously puzzled.
"It's because I met you. In spring, I met spring."
His eyes were full of affection, but she remained unmoved. "Oh."
"Qingmang, I like you. Please be with me."
"Why?"
"Hmm? Because you're beautiful and dazzling..."
"No." Qiongju interrupted his confession. "I mean, if you like me, why should I be with you?"
"I am willing to give you everything I have and do everything in my power to satisfy you, Junior Sister, please promise me."
"Your feelings are your own business." Qiong Ju stood up. "It has nothing to do with me. I have no obligation to respond to you."
She walked away straight away, and An Yanxiang did not chase her, but just watched her back quietly.
After a long pause, he chuckled. "Are you shy? There will always be a day when you belong to me."
The leaves on the trees have all fallen, and heavy snow covers the mountains. Some people hide in the mountains, while others stand in front of the mountains, turned into ice sculptures.
"Why are you in seclusion? Are you hiding from me?"
"You didn't even say goodbye. You're so cruel."
"Junior sister, I miss you."
"Will you ignite the fire of separation during your retreat? Will you... think of me?"
"Another year, when will you show up again?"
Shen Qingmang watched coldly as An Yanxiang wandered outside the cave where Qiongju was in seclusion year after year. His expression changed from loneliness at the beginning to gloomy, and finally everything was hidden under the smile, and his true emotions could no longer be discerned.
His sweet love eventually rotted into poison over the long years, piercing his intestines and stomach.
Shen Qingmang finally saw the true past.
Qiongju's falling posture was like a lightly dancing snowflake, and the expression on her face was so peaceful, as if everything had nothing to do with her. Even death could not shake her will or bend her pride.
The dark blue flames licked her body, speeding up the dissipation of her spiritual power. When he arrived, he saw this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed forward with a crazy look.
Someone stopped him. It was his sanctimonious father. He witnessed the sacrifices of the people in Wuya Peak one after another, and his expression showed only a trace of emotion.
His moves were disorganized, but all of them were lethal. The opponent's spiritual power was already restricted, and he couldn't stop him after all.
“Master!”
Shen Qingmang's gaze shifted away from An Yanxiang and looked at Gu Suihan who was stumbling towards him, and his heart suddenly ached.
There was hardly any healthy skin on the boy's body, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had not yet coagulated. The sadness on his face made her want to cry.
"Big Brother..." Hao Xin and Si Rong burst into tears. He slapped each of them hard.
An Yanxiang lay on the edge of the cliff, reaching out to grab Qiongju. Her body had become transparent, and the most vivid color was the dark blue flame, which was her death warrant.
"Stop it, Junior Sister, don't scare me, Senior Brother. This is not how I taught you to play Lihuo."
"Come back soon, open your eyes and look at me. Why are you so disobedient and have to run away?"
"I clearly, clearly kept you. Are you angry that my senior brother used some tricks on me? Then come and teach me a lesson and beat me up so hard that I can't fight back, okay? Wouldn't that make you feel better?"
"Qingmang, Qingmang, don't go!"
Qiong Ju's body gradually sank into the abyss. Half of the separated spiritual energy flowed into the mountain protection formation, and the other half was injected into Gu Sui Han's body. He stood there in disbelief, watching his injured body recover inch by inch and regain his vitality.
An Yanxiang was shaking like a sieve, and when the last bit of his spiritual energy was about to dissipate, he suddenly jumped into the abyss.
"If you don't come back, I will go looking for you. For all eternity, we will be together."
Broken words float in the air, belated regrets are lighter than mist, and in the end nothing can be retained.
“Master!”
Shen Qingmang shuddered, then found herself back in reality. An Yanxiang looked bewildered, and Gu Suihan hugged her tightly from behind. "Are you okay?"
"I... I'm fine." Shen Qingmang spoke, only to realize how hoarse his voice was. "I went to his spirit house and saw that he really knew everything. Li Shutong had planted memories of his past life in his spirit house."
"who?"
"The Creator."
"There really is... such a person."
"……Um."
"Qingmang, are you sad? Don't be sad." An Yanxiang reached out to touch her, but only encountered an icy seal. This barrier was set by Shen Qingmang, and only she could penetrate it.
"He allowed me to enter and exit his spiritual palace freely. He truly believed me to be Qiongju." She said in a deep voice, "He's no longer in his right mind. Perhaps... only by believing that I am Qiongju can he linger on."
The person he loved had used his methods to accelerate the burning of her own life. How different was this scene from purgatory? An Yanxiang was already paranoid. If there was not even a trace of Qiongju in this world, he probably wouldn't have survived alone. He mistook her for her because he was grasping at this last straw, using this identical face to deceive himself and others to cover up his mistakes.
If she just opens her mouth and punctures all his fantasies, it will completely destroy this person, right?
Shen Qingmang didn't speak for a long time, and looked at An Yanxiang expressionlessly.
The warmth from Gu Suihan behind her gradually warmed her cold body, and she sighed. "Let's go. He... can stay here."
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