Chapter 73 The Great War Between Immortals and Demons (Part 4) No watermarks...
No new words appeared on the watermark. Shi Wen opened her mouth, even a little afraid that it was all an illusion. She moved closer to the watermark, wanting to see the person she wanted to see through the transparent water droplets.
She murmured, "I can't see you."
You will see it.
Qinwenxue asked, "Where are you?"
Sometimes you can hear someone gently touching the water with their fingers, carefully, even tenderly.
"I was in Peach Blossom Valley a thousand years ago," she said slowly, recounting many things: the loneliness of those thousand years, the confusion and helplessness along the way, the encounter and friendship between Zhaohua and Linglong, the causes and consequences of the destruction of Peach Blossom Valley, and the cruel tragedy of the war between immortals and demons...
She seemed to want to tell him everything she knew, as if Qin Wenxue were by her side.
Chang Yan would occasionally laugh out loud when he heard something amusing, but Qin Wenxue seemed to be non-existent, making no sound at all. Shi Wenzhe was startled for a moment and shouted, "Are you still there, Qin Wenxue?", his heart pounding like thunder.
Qin Wenxue said softly, "I'm here."
Shi Wenzhe murmured, "Good, it's good that it's still here." Then she lowered her head and spoke again. This semi-enclosed hall seemed to be tailor-made for her, warm and enclosed. Shi Wenzhe relaxed for the first time in a long time. She sat at the table, her fingers unconsciously sliding, drawing some inexplicable patterns on the water stains that were originally on the table.
Most of the stories from the past thousand years are unremarkable, and she spoke very little about them until Zhaohua met Linglong. It was as if Shi Wenzhe had turned on the switch to pour out her heart, and she even talked about the sun that day in a wonderful way.
Chang Yan interjected, "That Nanwu is a good prospect for martial arts, what a pity... what a pity."
Shi Wenzhe knew what he was regretting. No matter how legendary these stories were, they were all in the past. People in the past had lived glorious lives, but they left behind not even a few words.
If Nanwu were still alive, perhaps another person could ascend to immortality on the Zhaoyao Continent. If he were still alive, the Demon Realm might not be having such a difficult time now, and Qin Wenxue wouldn't be suffering so much.
Shi Wenzhe sighed and said, "If only I had come here sooner."
Chang Yan laughed out loud: "Even if you had arrived a little earlier, could you have changed the outcome? Little White Flower, you don't force life and death. If you get entangled in too many worldly ties and karma, will you ever be able to go back?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Wenzhe fell silent. When she first arrived on the Zhaoyao Continent, she did indeed want to go back, but that thought had not surfaced for a long, long time. It seemed that she had gradually become accustomed to this identity, integrated with the creatures of this place, and even her soul had found peace.
Qin Wenxue suddenly asked, "Where are you going back to?"
Chang Kun chuckled, "I told you long ago that she is a soul from another world. Don't you know what that means?"
Qin Wenxue said, "I know," and looked straight at Chang Yan.
"You know that, yet you still ask..." Qin Wenxue's eyes were like knives. Chang Yan hesitated for a moment, and his smile faded. Finally, he covered his forehead and said helplessly, "Forget it, how can I care about the affairs of you juniors?"
The nine-layered purple lotus beneath him and the Wusheng aura on his body gathered his fragmented soul, making him look exceptionally broken. Qin Wenxue frowned, her eyes filled with worry, "If you keep going like this, you'll shatter soon."
Chang Yan yawned, completely unconcerned: "You knew I was about to shatter and you still didn't say anything. I told you she'd be fine. Someone protected by the Heavenly Dao, even if I died, she might not die."
Shi Wenzhe became anxious: "What's wrong, Chang Yu?"
Chang Yan clicked his tongue and looked at Qin Wenxue reproachfully, his eyes clearly saying, "You shouldn't have told her." But he indulged her, saying, "It's okay. Do you think I'm as fragile as you?"
Shi Wenzhe chuckled, paused for a moment, and then said, "I miss you all so much. When can I get out?"
Chang Yan said, "Your situation is quite similar to [empathy]. You are forced to enter someone else's sea of consciousness and witness their entire life. If I'm not mistaken, you might be able to come out after Zhao Hua dies."
Shi Wen felt a sharp pain in her heart, and that feeling of not being able to breathe returned. She whispered, "I don't want him to die."
Chang Xuan: "But you can't change his fate. Also, the place you're in now is very dangerous. There must be an array inside that makes it impossible for anyone who enters to return, their soul scattered. Little White Flower, get out of here quickly."
Shi Wenzhe said, "I thought it was prepared especially for me!"
"Yes, if it weren't for us, you would have been completely destroyed by now. Ruoshui connects Yin and Yang, life and death, and can temporarily protect your soul, but not for too long. What are you doing here?"
Shi Wenzhe whispered, "Find Linglong, he's been captured by evil cultivators."
"Ah... that little brat, my head hurts just hearing about him. Never mind him. He's still alive and well afterward, which means he won't die this time. You should leave quickly."
Shi Wenzhe's eyes were somewhat reproachful. The little cat said in a huff, "But it will hurt. Zhaohua is still waiting for him to go back. Changkun, can you let me see him? I can't find him anywhere."
Qin Wenxue disagreed: "The place of evil cultivators is dangerous and unpredictable; you should not stay here for long."
Shi Wenzhe's soft voice said, "I'll be fine. I'm just a soul now, no one can see me. Zhao Hua misses me every day, I just want to see him. I won't feel at ease if I don't see him."
Suddenly, Shi Wenzhe asked, "By the way, Qin Wenxue, how are you doing over there?"
Qin Wenxue paused for a moment, then replied in a deep voice, "It's nothing serious."
He said he was still in Peach Blossom Valley, perhaps because of Shi Wenzhe, or perhaps because Linglong had set up some kind of formation, in any case he couldn't get out now.
Shi Wenzhe chuckled and guessed that even if Qin Wenxue could go out, she would definitely not go out for her sake.
Chang Yan chuckled, looked Qin Wenxue up and down, and said with a mocking look, "Spoiled by favor."
Shi Wenzhe let out a soft whimper, like a puppy whining, "That's me!"
The candlelight in the main room was almost gone, but Shi Wenzhe was oblivious and continued talking. In fact, it was only a very short time, but Shi Wenzhe always felt that the time he had spent with Qin Wenxue was very long.
Even as spring turns to autumn and the seasons change, her peace remains undisturbed. She is often heard chatting about ancient stories in her small hall.
Unfortunately, every story has an ending, and the sorrow between her brows deepened when she talked about Linglong.
Qin Wenxue forbade her to go to Linglong, but Chang Xuan said, "Everything is predestined. Perhaps this is Linglong's destiny."
Shi Wenzhe didn't understand what this meant, but Qin Wenxue didn't speak again after that. The water flowed in mid-air, changing into various words, busy speaking for its master. Shi Wenzhe was distracted for a moment, and the moment she looked away, the water flowed back into the teacup. Chang Kun's relaxed tone came to an abrupt end, and the surroundings fell into silence.
Shi Wenzhe hurriedly held the teacup, whispering anxiously, "Qin Wenxue! Chang Yan!" Even his mind seemed to have scattered, revealing a confused expression.
The house, built of blue bricks, felt as cold as if it were the dead of winter. Even though Zhe Mingming was a spirit, he felt a chill from head to toe.
The red candle was burning almost to its end when it finally went out the instant the words were spoken, as if it had been cut off by an unseen person, and it went out very suddenly.
The village, shrouded in black mist, was already dim. Once the red candle went out, Shi Wenzhe was plunged into a pitch-black space. She lowered her head, her hair falling down to cover her eyebrows and eyes, as well as the faint, sinister aura in her soul.
A soft, boneless touch came from her wrist, like something furry crawling all over her. Shi Wenzhe was startled and slowly moved her lifeless eyes to look at her wrist. There was a stream of transparent water on her wrist, water from the teacup, slowly clinging to Shi Wenzhe's left wrist, and then loosely encircling her. The water was still flowing, but it was firm. Shi Wenzhe lightly tapped it with her right finger, and the moment it touched it, the water made a clear sound like pearls falling into a jade plate, and then turned into a silver bracelet, firmly on her hand.
In that instant, Shi Wenzhe felt his soul, which had been weary for a thousand years, lighten. The weariness that had always made him feel like he could never get enough sleep vanished, and his mind became clear.
Shi Wenzhe blinked, and Chang Kun's laughing voice came from the silver bracelet. He said slowly, "Little brat, you're looking at me with such longing eyes. Sigh... I really have no choice. This is Ruoshui, so I'll give it to you. Maybe it will make your journey a little easier."
"Little White Flower, take good care of yourself. Don't try to change the outcome of the past. Go home soon."
The moment the words fell, Shi Wenzhe seemed to hear Chang Hong's faint sigh, which dissipated into the wind.
Perhaps because the immortal's words were prophetic, Shi Wenzhe was still immersed in the sorrow of his sudden separation from Qin Wenxue.
The blue bricks beneath their feet trembled, and the entire house and courtyard shook violently. All sorts of odds and ends in the main room fell to the ground, leaving the room in a mess. The trees in the courtyard collapsed, revealing their blackened, withered roots. The dead leaves were smashed to pieces with a creaking sound.
Shi Wenzhe was unable to stand up despite supporting himself on the table. Beams and stones from the roof slid down and hit him.
She was like a squirrel scurrying away with its head in its hands, looking disheveled and staggering, as if she were about to be trapped in the disaster.
"ah-----!"
"Aaaaaaahh ...
"Aa ...
Screams suddenly rang out in the courtyard, echoing from the ground before soaring into the sky.
The sound echoed again and again, like the wailing of demons in hell, a miserable, painful, and ferocious roar.
I often heard his suffocating screams, and I was almost brought to tears by each cry of pain.
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