Chapter 25 Chapter 25 This is love, Master's wife
I feel really overwhelmed.
In fact, Pei Zichen had probably heard about many things.
Dual cultivation is one of the elective courses for disciples of Lingjian Xian Pavilion. The road to immortality is long, and most disciples will take this course in the later stages.
But he was too young and had not yet started formal training. He only learned a little bit from some naughty junior brothers who had chosen to take the course early.
In the past, he had been quite stoic and had never experienced this kind of awareness. Today, when he first felt it, he was suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do. He could only lower his abdomen slightly, trying not to show it above his clothes. He pondered the origin of this strange feeling.
But his head was dizzy and it was extremely difficult to continue to maintain the circulation of spiritual power. He had no energy to think about anything else. He could only try his best to restrain those unnecessary emotions and let the spiritual power circle between the two of them.
His spiritual roots can only transform a very small amount of spiritual power each time, so it takes longer.
Seeing how nervous he was, Jiang Zhaoxue thought he was startled by his sudden burst of joy. She couldn't help but laugh and comforted him, "Are you feeling a little strange right now?"
Pei Zichen paused for a moment, and Jiang Zhaoxue knew the answer. She continued, "Don't worry, I'm conveying my emotions to you. You've been feeling down lately, and Master's Wife is very worried. I'm taking this opportunity to let you empathize with me and experience what happiness feels like."
Experience happiness...
Pei Zichen listened and slowly understood that when the spiritual power was taken out of Jiang Zhaoxue's body, she shared his emotions with him.
But emotions and memories all belong to the soul, which means that she is not only sending spiritual power into his body, she is also trying to touch his soul.
The soul is a very sensitive being. She felt that what she gave was joy. Once it reached his body, it would...
Pei Zichen pursed his lips and said nothing. He wanted to ask her to stop, but was afraid that she would notice something was wrong. He could only secretly suppress this mixed feeling of pleasure and pain, trying his best to remain clear-headed yet at a loss.
After the hour of Chou, the fire poison in Jiang Zhaoxue's body began to become active, but the ice spiritual power had already remained in Jiang Zhaoxue's body, so she didn't feel much. It was just that as Pei Zichen began to be exhausted, perhaps because it had been too long, he seemed to be unable to control himself. His breathing was completely disordered and sweat soaked through his clothes.
When everything was over, Jiang Zhaoxue opened her eyes and saw that the young man opposite her had a flushed face and was covered in sweat. When he opened his eyes, his usually clear eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. His gaze stayed on her, as if he was a little dazed.
When Jiang Zhaoxue saw that he was exhausted, she laughed and asked, "How do you feel?"
Pei Zichen remained silent, seemingly still unresponsive. Jiang Zhaoxue's face showed kindness as she spoke gently, "I know you've been feeling down since you fell off the cliff, but we must always look forward to life. There's no point dwelling on this. If there's anything Master's Wife can help with, please feel free to ask."
Where can I help?
Pei Zichen listened and his breathing suddenly became heavier.
In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to do, nor did he know what he should do. He just instinctively couldn't help but move forward.
He wanted to touch her, to be close to her, just like when he met Shen Yuqing in Wuyue Forest, they hid behind the tree and she hugged him and sucked his blood.
The feeling of touch became particularly clear when he recalled it at this moment. His breathing became disordered. He couldn't help but move forward, tremblingly grasping the sleeve, and unconsciously murmured: "Master's wife..."
Jiang Zhaoxue saw that his eyes were full of desire and he was about to move but not move, and was a little confused for a moment.
After thinking for a moment, he wondered if it was because he had just seen her comforting Ye Tianjiao and wanted to imitate her.
In fact, it is not difficult to understand. After all, he is young. He has been in the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion for seven years, observing the rules and regulations and learning everything, but he has not learned how to be cared for.
It is human instinct to crave dependence. Now that he is sad, it is normal for him to do something extraordinary.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't care much. Such a simple request was not difficult.
"You're begging for a hug, right?" she said with a smile.
Pei Zichen was a little confused, and before he could react, Jiang Zhaoxue pulled him into his arms!
The gauze, carrying the delicate fragrance of a woman, blew towards him, brushed across his cheeks, and stirred up a pool of spring water, wrapping him up in softness and warmth.
The moment she hugged him, he seemed to have finally reached the end he had been looking for. The ultimate joy burst out under extreme repression. He was so startled that his eyes suddenly widened. He pushed Jiang Zhaoxue away and rolled off the small couch in a hurry.
This sudden change was so huge that even Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned. The two looked at each other, one bewildered and the other terrified. Pei Zichen didn't dare to speak. He felt his body was wet and sticky, and he was in a panic.
He was suddenly glad that he hadn't turned on the light, glad that it was dark, glad...
"The disciple is guilty."
Pei Zichen closed his eyes for a moment, then immediately stood up, knelt on the ground, and said anxiously: "My disciple has offended me, please punish me, Master's wife."
"You..." Jiang Zhaoxue was completely confused about the situation, "You didn't do anything..."
Pei Zichen knelt on the ground, his spine trembling. Jiang Zhaoxue calmed himself down, coughed lightly, and said, "I was the one who offended you. I thought you were too sad and wanted comfort. I know that I am the only relative and friend you have left on this journey, so I didn't think too much about it. Don't take it to heart."
"The disciple is guilty!"
Pei Zichen just repeated decisively.
Jiang Zhaoxue felt quite helpless. She felt as if the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion had engraved its rules into the minds of these disciples. She sighed and explained to Pei Zichen, "Don't be too nervous. Between relatives and friends, in times of grief, a hug is nothing. It has nothing to do with men and women, and nothing to do with lust. It's not a sin."
Pei Zichen remained silent. Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and, knowing Pei Zichen's temperament, could only apologize: "Alright, don't blame yourself. If you must say there is a fault, it should be me, the one who doesn't follow the rules. You can go back, but after you go back, you should also think about how to make yourself happier. If there is anything I can help you with, please tell me. If you can be happy because of my happiness today, you can come to me in the future if you want to understand my mood. I know you are sad now, but don't worry, Master's wife is with you."
Pei Zichen listened and said hoarsely: "Disciple bows in gratitude."
Jiang Zhaoxue lost interest after hearing this official response. She waved her hand and said, "Go ahead and take a rest."
Hearing this, Pei Zichen immediately kowtowed, then stood up and left.
When they reached the door, Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but say, "Zichen."
Pei Zichen paused and listened to Jiang Zhaoxue say, "Life is all about experience, whether it's joy or sorrow. There's always that one experience that makes you want to live for it, that you want to have over and over again. That's the anchor of a person's life. You have to find that anchor to survive."
Pei Zichen stood still.
Jiang Zhaoxue waved her hand tiredly: "Let's go."
Pei Zichen nodded and saluted: "Disciple, I will take my leave."
Having said that, he closed the door and left.
After he left, Jiang Zhaoxue sighed and couldn't help asking, "What do I need to do to make him happy?"
"It has to be... sincere, right?" Anan sighed. "Master, your unorthodox methods only bring temporary happiness, just like feeding him some elixirs. But a person's heart can only be nurtured with sincerity."
"Then I can't possibly give it to him." Jiang Zhaoxue said confidently, "What would I do if I gave it to him?"
Anan was speechless for a moment. Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment and said, "I can only lie more truthfully."
Jiang Zhaoxue sighed, without thinking too much, covered himself with the quilt, lay down on the bed, and prepared to have a good rest.
On the other side, after Pei Zichen washed himself, he placed the clothes he had changed into the brazier and watched the flames rise. The flames licked the clothes, as if burning away all the thoughts that should and should not have existed.
"A hug is nothing. It has nothing to do with men and women, and it has nothing to do with sexual desire. It's not a sin."
“There’s always an experience that makes you want to live for it, want to have it over and over again. That’s the anchor of a person’s life. You have to find that anchor in order to live.”
But Master's Wife...
Self-loathing and despair surged up together as he watched the flames licking his fingertips. The pain seemed like a whipping punishment, and having been punished, he could finally recall without restraint the moment when she embraced him and he felt the overwhelming pleasure.
This is lust, Master's wife.
This is a sin.
Jiang Zhaoxue woke up feeling relaxed all over.
When she woke up, she found it was already noon. The maids heard the noise and came in one after another to dress Jiang Zhaoxue and comb her hair. After such a long time, Jiang Zhaoxue finally put on a proper set of clothes.
It's not her fault. In the past two hundred years, except for this month, she has never been without someone to serve her.
From childhood to adulthood, someone has taken care of everything from dressing her, combing her hair, eating, and even bathing her. She doesn't even cut her nails.
Clothes worn a thousand years from now would be much simpler than they are now. She didn't even know which belt to tie, let alone suddenly going back a thousand years.
The clothes here seemed to have less fabric than those a thousand years later, but they were actually extremely complicated, with one layer stacked on top of another, and the belts inside tied into a twist. So Jiang Zhaoxue always tied two of them casually, covered it all with an outer robe, then tied it with a belt, put on a cloak outside, and went to tell fortunes. He looked like an immortal, calm and casual person, so no one noticed.
Today, the Ye Mansion did not prepare for her the Taoist robes that the monks usually wear, but instead prepared for her the lotus leaf gauze skirt that the women here like to wear.
This kind of skirt is very similar to palace dress, with wide sleeves and a cinched waist, and the sleeves and hem are all ruffled. It is made of layers of tulle, which is smart and elegant, showing the feminine grace.
It was extremely difficult for Jiang Zhaoxue to wear this kind of clothes. Fortunately, there was a maid to help her. She also put on makeup and hairpins for her. After a long time, when she walked out of the door, Pei Zichen had been waiting for a long time.
He changed into a black and purple outfit today, with his ponytail tied high, and stood in front of the door with a sword in hand. When he heard Jiang Zhaoxue coming out, he looked back and saw Jiang Zhaoxue coming out, his eyes slightly fixed.
Jiang Zhaoxue greeted him with a smile: "Good morning."
This voice brought Pei Zichen back to his senses. He quickly lowered his eyes to collect his thoughts and said respectfully, "Master's Wife."
Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at Pei Zichen's clothes and couldn't help but complain in her heart.
The darker he gets, the more he looks like the character in the book.
But thinking about how he had run away from the room at noon today, Jiang Zhaoxue didn't dare to say anything bad at this moment. She could only cough lightly and greet Pei Zichen: "Did you sleep well this morning?"
"Please keep my wife in mind," Pei Zichen said respectfully, becoming increasingly distant. "I've already rested well."
"That's good."
As they were talking, the two walked to the dining room. As they stepped in, they saw Ye Tianjiao quickly stand up and said warmly, "Fairy Sister, you are here?"
Pei Zichen couldn't help but glance at Jiang Zhaoxue when he heard this. Jiang Zhaoxue coughed lightly and said a little embarrassedly, "I was teaching him how to draw Qi yesterday. He was afraid of ghosts, so I comforted him."
So she was completely sublimated here by Ye Tianjiao. She was not only beautiful and kind-hearted, but also very strong.
Since everyone here is mortal, and she has spiritual power, ordinary people would be easily shocked by her appearance. Even someone like Ye Tianjiao, who is obsessed with looks, would be shocked away by just one look at her, so she always wore a veil for disguise, and only took it off after they went to the dining hall to eat and asked everyone to leave.
Chen Zhao and Pei Zichen were used to it, but Ye Tianjiao had learned his lesson and didn't even dare to look up. After a simple meal, the group began to discuss how to get rid of the resentment tonight.
"The method to remove the resentment is simple. I can just draw a large formation."
Jiang Zhaoxue planned tonight's situation and asked Chen Zhao, "How many cultivators are available in the mansion now?"
"Just me and Wen Zhen." Chen Zhao frowned, and Jiang Zhaoxue said he understood.
There are not many cultivators in the human realm. The fact that Chen Zhao and Ye Wenzhen are here is because the Ye family is wealthy and powerful.
Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment and assigned everyone their tasks. "Tonight, Mr. Chen and Fellow Daoist Ye will protect the young master. Zichen will protect me, and Ye Er will stay by my side. I will use Ye Er's spiritual power to draw a formation to dispel the resentment. Tomorrow, when day and night intersect, it will be the time when yin and yang alternate. Resentment will be at its peak, but yang energy will also be born. If our actions now succeed, it will be a great blessing. If we fail... when the sun rises, the resentment will be suppressed, and I will also use the talisman to protect everyone."
But that would be a big loss.
Jiang Zhaoyue's talismans are used up one by one, and she doesn't have many left.
Jiang Zhaoxue felt distressed when he thought about it, and immediately decided that he could only succeed tonight and not fail!
After everyone was assigned a task, they began to prepare.
In the past, Pei Zichen and his disciples often did things like exorcising resentment, so he first prepared various items to exorcise and suppress evil.
Jiang Zhaoxue walked to the study, looked at the cinnabar and yellow paper prepared on the table, and called Ye Tianjiao, "Ye Er, come here."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tianjiao walked to the table blankly and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"Here."
Jiang Zhaoxue handed him the red brush. Ye Tianjiao held it in his hand, flipping it over and asking, "What is this for?"
"Have you ever thought about what type of cultivator you want to be?" Jiang Zhaoxue asked.
Ye Tianjiao was stunned for a moment, then quickly said: "No, no, no, I'm just here to fill the gap. I won't become a cultivator until my brother gets better."
"Come on, come on, try talisman cultivation." Jiang Zhaoxue rolled up her sleeves and slapped a piece of talisman paper on the table. She raised her hand and held Ye Tianjiao's. Ye Tianjiao's hand trembled with fear. Jiang Zhaoxue immediately held on tightly and gently scolded her, "Why are you moving around? How can you call upon your spiritual power if I don't hold you back?"
Ye Tianjiao reacted and replied vaguely: "Then...then you have to say something too."
"Such nonsense." Jiang Zhaoxue said unhappily, "Follow me and feel the flow of spiritual power. I will teach you how to draw talismans."
As he spoke, with the first stroke of the brush, Ye Tianjiao felt the spiritual energy in his body being summoned by Jiang Zhaoxue. It flowed along his fingertips onto the brush and then onto the talisman paper. He found it difficult to open his eyes for a moment, and Jiang Zhaoxue immediately said, "Send the spiritual energy to your eyes. Ordinary people can't look directly when drawing talismans. They must have spiritual energy to bless them."
Ye Tianjiao heard this and quickly circulated his spiritual power according to what he had learned yesterday. When the spiritual power reached his eyes, he finally saw the talisman paper clearly. At this time, there were already patterns on the talisman paper. Jiang Zhaoxue explained, "This is the Thunder Curse, which is specifically targeted at evil spirits. From now on, when you see scary ghosts, smash them one by one, and they will naturally run away when they see you."
Ye Tianjiao listened with a bit of nervousness. Jiang Zhaoxue held his hand and drew the patterns on it. Looking at the runes Jiang Zhaoxue had drawn, he stuttered, "Are you...are you a rune cultivator?"
"I'm not."
Jiang Zhaoxue replied calmly, turned around and smiled at him: "But I like Fu Xiu."
She was still wearing a veil, but at that moment, Ye Tianjiao's heart still beat faster.
He was speechless. Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at the table and continued, "Cultivating immortals depends on talent. Everyone has a suitable path. Some people enter the Tao with swords, some with talismans. Either way is good."
"Then...what about you?" Ye Tianjiao couldn't help but ask a few more questions.
Jiang Zhaoxue said calmly: "I entered the Tao by destiny."
"Don't you like Fu Xiu?"
"That's because it can save my life," Jiang Zhaoxue sighed, "and I can't cultivate it myself. A fortune teller's spiritual power is destined to be a gamble. Even if I reach the Mahayana stage and transcend the tribulation or even ascend to heaven, I can't use my spiritual power to cultivate swordsmanship or write talismans. Even if I can."
"But you're not going to write it down now?"
Ye Tianjiao looked at the talisman that had just been completed on the table, feeling a little strange.
Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at him and at this moment once again realized Pei Zichen's intelligence.
Although Pei Zichen and Ye Tianjiao are about the same age, she felt the gap between the two races was as big as that between them.
But she didn't say that Ye Tianjiao couldn't figure it out, so she could only remind him: "Second Young Master, it's you who is drawing the talisman now, not me."
After hearing this, Ye Tianjiao finally understood. The hand was his, and the spiritual power was his. Although she was holding his hand and calling upon his spiritual power, it was indeed him who was writing.
"How powerful is this talisman?"
Ye Tianjiao reacted and asked helplessly, "Can the hanged ghost from last night be driven away?"
"A mere hanged ghost can be easily captured with the Heaven-level Thunder Curse."
"Ha!" Ye Tianjiao was overjoyed when he heard it. "I'm such a genius! Come on, Fairy Sister," Ye Tianjiao said excitedly, "Take me to write a hundred!"
Jiang Zhaoxue: "..."
He didn't know what one hundred meant. Writing a hundred talismans would require a lot of mental effort, but since Ye Tianjiao had asked, Jiang Zhaoxue naturally satisfied him.
She really needed talismans, the more the better.
So she cruelly oppressed Ye Tianjiao, writing from morning to night, until Ye Tianjiao's hands were shaking, and finally she wrote sixty sheets.
Pei Zichen also set up the Taoist temple and turned back to the courtyard. He happened to see Jiang Zhaoxue teaching Ye Tianjiao how to write talismans. He paused, not knowing whether he should move forward.
Jiang Zhaoxue heard the voice, raised her eyes, and saw Pei Zichen standing outside the door: "Zichen is back?"
Hearing this, Pei Zichen finally reacted, collected his thoughts, and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Master's Wife."
He was more distant and polite than usual today, which made Jiang Zhaoxue feel a little strange. But when she thought that maybe she had offended him yesterday and Pei Zichen was upset, she suddenly felt guilty.
Seeing that Ye Tianjiao was indeed out of strength, she finally let him go. As soon as she let go, Ye Tianjiao fell into the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling with silent eyes, muttering, "It's finally over..."
"Sit up and meditate, and rest quickly," Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at him and said calmly, "I'll have someone call you around dawn. When the time comes, have your spiritual power ready for me, I'll need it."
"Ah——" Ye Tianjiao screamed, unable to help but said, "Please change someone, sister. I really can't take it anymore."
"Xu!"
Jiang Zhaoxue kicked him, ignored him, and walked out.
Pei Zichen followed her and said calmly, "Master's Wife, the peach wood branches, the Bagua mirror, and the evil-suppressing banner are all ready."
"good."
Jiang Zhaoxue nodded, then glanced at Pei Zichen. After thinking for a moment, she took out a few talismans from her sleeve and handed them to him, saying, "These are the self-defense talismans my brother gave me. He is a Mahayana cultivator. Keep them with you. In an emergency, saving your life is paramount."
Hearing this, Pei Zichen did not take the talisman immediately. Instead, he looked up at Jiang Zhaoxue and asked her, "What about Master's Wife?"
"I still have some."
Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and shook her hand, revealing the storage bracelet on her hand: "Several hundred of them."
Pei Zichen felt relieved upon hearing this. He respectfully took the talisman from Jiang Zhaoxue and said seriously, "Disciple, I obey your orders."
"Then take a rest first, and see you at dawn."
"yes."
Pei Zichen turned around and was about to leave when Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly remembered something and called out to him, "Zichen."
Pei Zichen turned around upon hearing this and saw Jiang Zhaoxue saying seriously, "Don't be so stubborn. You have to remember that your life is more important to me than anything else here."
Pei Zichen was stunned by these words. He looked at the woman in front of him who looked not serious at all, and he was speechless for a moment.
The night wind blew, and he watched her red gauze dress swaying gently in the night wind, like a blooming Lycoris radiata, silent in the night, with a fatal attraction.
More important than anything here.
What about outside of here?
At that moment, this thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but he immediately suppressed it.
He realized that he had lost his composure, so he pretended to be calm, lowered his eyes, and replied respectfully, "Yes."
Jiang Zhaoxue felt relieved after hearing his words.
She didn't know when it started, but as long as Pei Zichen agreed, she would feel relieved.
Even Shen Yuqing, a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, would not give her such peace of mind.
They had to wait until the hour of Mao to start, so everyone had been meditating and preparing all night. When the hour of Mao was approaching, everyone gathered in the courtyard.
Ye Wenzhi was carried to the yard. Chen Zhao and Ye Wenzhen had already set up a magic circle for Ye Wenzhi. Jiang Zhaoxue knew that when the resentment was expelled, the resentment would counterattack most fiercely. At that time, the first target of their attack would be Ye Wenzhi, who had been entangled by them for many years. At that time, Ye Wenzhi would be in the most danger, so she sent Chen Zhao and Ye Wenzhen to guard him together.
Jiang Zhaoxue first called Pei Zichen over and held him beside her, then said to Chen Zhao, "Mr. Chen, please bring me half a bowl of Ye Wenzhi's blood."
After hearing what Chen Zhao said, although he felt that taking half a bowl of blood from the patient Ye Wenzhi was a bit excessive, but considering the emergency situation, he still rushed to take half a bowl of blood. When taking the blood, he heard Ye Wenzhi coughing rapidly, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.
Ye Tianjiao's face was full of anxiety, but he had already been completely subdued by Jiang Zhaoxue in the past two days and did not dare to say much.
After Chen Zhao brought the blood and placed it on Jiang Zhaoxue's desk, Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at Pei Zichen: "Zichen, give me half a bowl."
Pei Zichen stepped forward, raised his hand and cut it, calmly spilling half a bowl of blood.
The blood of the two people pooled together. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at the time. It was already the darkest time before dawn, when day and night alternated and yin and yang switched.
"Ye Er."
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand towards Ye Tianjiao. Pei Zichen looked up and saw Ye Tianjiao quickly trotting over and putting his hand in Jiang Zhaoxue's.
"Give me the spiritual power."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke calmly. Ye Tianjiao had mastered the technique of mobilizing spiritual power in the past two days. He hurriedly poured the spiritual power into Jiang Zhaoxue's body. It was just as Jiang Zhaoxue expected. Although she could not use her own spiritual power, she had no problem using other people's.
Spiritual power poured into her body, and her fingers were stained with the blood of Pei Zichen and Ye Wenzhi. This was the blood of the Son of Destiny and the Seventh Generation of Good Men, and it was stained with their destiny. Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand to draw a formation. The moment the formation was drawn, the resentment that was originally entangled outside Ye Wenzhi's room seemed to notice it and surged immediately.
After observing for a while, they saw that Jiang Zhaoxue's formation began to have patterns. These resentful spirits felt threatened and roared loudly. Then they turned into black mist balls and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue frantically!
Ye Wenzhen and Chen Zhao were shocked when they saw such strong resentment. Usually, the resentment seemed to be as gentle as sleeping. They had long been unable to judge how huge the resentment was. Now that the resentment was completely spread out, they realized how strong the resentment was!
The two of them felt uneasy, and Ye Tianjiao was so frightened that he closed his eyes and screamed, "Fairy Sister!"
Jiang Zhaoxue was afraid that he would run away, so he grabbed him and watched the black ball fall down, shouting, "Zi Chen!"
The moment the voice fell, a blue magic circle lit up beneath Jiang Zhaoxue's feet, and the icy lightsaber instantly surrounded her. Jiang Zhaoxue turned around in surprise, and saw Pei Zichen twisting his sword fingers, blood dripping down his arm. He stood beside her, turned his eyes to look at her, and said calmly and steadily, "Zichen is here."
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment, then immediately came to his senses, suppressed the ripples in his heart, turned around and quickly drew the formation.
"Why are you panicking?" Anan noticed her mood and felt a little strange.
Jiang Zhaoxue said calmly: "I'm a little uncomfortable."
This was the first time in all these years that someone stood by her side to protect her when the formation was launched.
Even though he is a child.
But these are not important. Jiang Zhaoxue quickly adjusted his mindset and drew the formation quickly.
As the formation became more and more complete, the resentment became more and more violent. They attacked Jiang Zhaoxue like crazy. Pei Zichen protected Jiang Zhaoxue and broke ice swords one after another. His face became paler and paler, but he never asked for help. He held the sword at Jiang Zhaoxue's side and cut off all the resentment that had managed to rush in with one sword after another.
Seeing that he was about to collapse, Jiang Zhaoxue also drew a final stroke. She pulled out the Qiankun fortune stick in her hand and quickly formed a seal: "The way of heaven is unpredictable, and luck depends on heaven. May the best be auspicious, and may there be no evil in all directions - punish!"
The moment the voice fell, the jade stick flew out, and the jade stick with the words "Shangji" written on it rolled in the night. Everyone looked at the jade stick in confusion, and then saw Jiang Zhaoxue raise her hand and draw a line: "Go!"
The moment the sound fell, thunder roared down, rumbling towards the resentment.
The resentment screamed and scattered. Chen Zhao looked at the resentment that was escaping into the sky, and saw the Ye Mansion see the light of day again. He slowly reacted and showed a look of joy: "It's done!"
As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Zhaoxue excitedly and hurried forward to bow: "Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master, for saving my father-in-law..."
"wrong."
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand to stop Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao was stunned and a little confused.
Pei Zichen also frowned and looked up at the sky with Jiang Zhaoxue.
Although the resentment scattered, thunderclouds gathered in the sky.
This wasn't the thunder she'd summoned to exorcise evil spirits, this was more like...
Before Jiang Zhaoxue could react, Ye Wenzhi next to him suddenly vomited blood. At that moment, thunder roared down and rushed straight towards Ye Wenzhi!
Ye Wenzhen and Chen Zhao pounced towards Ye Wenzhi. At the same time, a red umbrella flew out from the resentment, blocked Ye Wenzhi with a "bang", and was pierced by thunder.
The moment the red umbrella appeared, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly felt that the bracelet containing the light-tracing mirror seemed to be activated by something and began to jump wildly.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't care about the burning bracelet. Looking at the thunder crashing onto the red umbrella, he immediately understood that these resentments were not meant to harm Ye Wenzhi. On the contrary, they were protecting Ye Wenzhi!
She immediately raised her hand and put the Qiankun Sign into her bag. The thunder she summoned stopped, and the resentment flew towards the thunder, fighting with the lightning that fell on Ye Wenzhi. After the black mist twisted and bit the thunder for a while, it finally swallowed the thunder into its stomach.
This sudden change happened too quickly. By the time it was over, the resentment had weakened and the thunderclouds in the sky had completely disappeared. Chen Zhao and Ye Wen were stunned. Chen Zhao couldn't understand and murmured, "How is it possible... How could the young master be punished by heaven..."
Ye Wenzhen was also in doubt and couldn't help but ask: "Could it be... because we want to force him to stay, but his life has ended this year and we can't force him to stay..."
Is your fate over?
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at the sky, frowning.
Did she miscalculate?
How could it be possible that she could misjudge even a good man for seven generations?
And what exactly are these grievances about, and why is there a divine punishment against Ye Wenzhi in the sky?
She couldn't figure it out. Seeing her frown, Pei Zichen beside her said softly, "Master's Wife, your Qiankun Bracelet is moving."
Jiang Zhaoxue reacted after hearing this, and quickly opened her Qiankun bracelet and took out the thing that had been jumping. The moment she took it out, Pei Zichen's eyes became serious.
It's a retrospective mirror.
The tracing light mirror lit up again at this moment, flashing with light. Jiang Zhaoxue frowned, feeling that the spiritual power of the tracing light mirror was surging, and it was obvious that something was contacting it.
Now, the only ones who can contact the Tracing Light Mirror are the other fragments of the Tracing Light Mirror, or... Shen Yuqing who is holding the Time Mirror.
They couldn't meet Shen Yuqing now, because she couldn't protect Pei Zichen.
Pei Zichen knew nothing about this. He only saw the light-tracing mirror light up and immediately said, "Master's Wife, can we go back now?"
"no."
Jiang Zhaoxue decisively refused. Pei Zichen was stunned. He frowned slightly and saw that Jiang Zhaoxue seemed to be afraid that he would touch the Tracing Mirror. He put the Tracing Mirror back into the Qiankun Bracelet and walked towards Ye Wenzhi.
Pei Zichen followed Jiang Zhaoxue's gaze as she came in front of Ye Wenzhi.
Chen Zhao and Ye Wen were truly supplying spiritual power to Ye Wenzhi. After this incident, Ye Wenzhi's complexion miraculously improved.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him. After a while, everyone suddenly heard Ye Wenzhi coughing rapidly, and then saw Ye Wenzhi slowly open his eyes.
He had been in a coma for nearly half a year. When he opened his eyes, the Ye family was stunned. After a moment, Ye Tianjiao became excited and rushed to Ye Wenzhi and said happily: "Brother! Brother, you are awake?!"
Ye Wenzhi was still a little dazed. He looked at Ye Tianjiao for a long time before he slowly recognized him and said hoarsely, "Tianjiao?"
As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Chen Zhao and Ye Wenzhen, greeting them with difficulty: "Mr. Chen, Uncle Jiu, and..."
He cast his gaze on Jiang Zhaoxue and Pei Zichen behind her, a little puzzled, and then listened to Ye Tianjiao's introduction: "Oh brother, this is the immortal master we just invited. Her name is Jiang Zhaoxue. Her husband died. That is the disciple left behind by her husband, named Pei Zichen."
Hearing this, Ye Wenzhi slowly reacted and forced himself to bow: "Greetings to the Immortal Master, and to the Young Taoist Priest..."
"Young Master, there's no need to be so polite," Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand to stop Ye Wenzhi. She looked up at the resentment that was once again lingering in the sky, pursed her lips and said, "Young Master Ye is not feeling well. It's better for us to go into the room and have a chat."
Chen Zhao meant the same thing, so he quickly sent someone to carry Ye Wenzhi into the house.
After Ye Wenzhi went in, Pei Zichen followed Jiang Zhaoxue and asked doubtfully, "Master's Wife, do we still need to take care of this now?"
"Of course." Jiang Zhaoxue said immediately, "You haven't got the Jade Ganoderma yet."
"Traceable light mirror..."
"Since it's bright, it proves that the problem must be here. The anomaly is Ye Wenzhi, so if we solve Ye Wenzhi, we are also solving the light-tracing mirror."
Jiang Zhaoxue opened her mouth and frightened Pei Zichen.
Pei Zichen thought about it and realized that this was the truth. He did not ask any further questions and nodded, saying, "Master's wife is right."
"You really want to go back?"
Seeing that he had calmed down, Jiang Zhaoxue pulled up her sleeve to cover her Qiankun bracelet.
Pei Zichen said calmly, "This place is too unsafe. I am incompetent. It would be better to send my master's wife back home early to feel at ease."
"But now you're like this, if you go back..." Jiang Zhaoxue hesitated, "I can't protect you either."
These words made Pei Zichen pause. He felt something growing in his heart, but he didn't dare to look at it, let alone think about it too deeply.
He suppressed everything and said, "Master's wife, I appreciate your kindness, but I... have my own plans."
"You said he wouldn't send you back and then kill himself, right?"
Anan couldn't help but ask, but Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't answer.
He just pressed the Qiankun bracelet tightly, determined not to let him touch the Tracing Mirror, and led Pei Zichen into the room.
When he entered the room, Ye Wenzhi had already been settled by everyone. He was sitting on the bed, looking a little weak.
Jiang Zhaoxue walked up to him, looked him up and down, and asked calmly, "Young Master, how do you feel after sleeping for so long?"
"I don't know the time of day or night," Ye Wenzhi smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have worried you all."
"Master, do you know why you have this strange disease?"
"I don't know." Ye Wenzhi shook his head, a look of fatigue on his face. "Many immortal masters have asked me, and I have also told them, but I really don't know."
"When the young master was unconscious, resentment filled the courtyard."
"I know about this."
"But Young Master, you know that these grievances are not meant to hurt you, but to protect you."
Ye Wenzhi was stunned by this. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up, then looked at Ye Wenzhi, frowning and said, "Young Master, you have done something that can bring about heavenly punishment. Can you tell me the truth? What did you do?"
Ye Wenzhi listened with a bewildered look on his face.
Jiang Zhaoxue said seriously, "You don't have to worry about what I'll do to you because of what you've done. In your current condition, if you continue like this, you'll surely die. If you want to survive, I must know exactly what you've done so I can find a way to break it. Heavenly punishment, unless it's a heinous crime, wouldn't draw the wrath of Heaven. Tell the truth, what exactly have you done?"
Ye Wenzhi didn't say anything, he seemed to be trying hard to recall.
Seeing this, Chen Zhao gritted his teeth and knelt down, saying anxiously, "Master, please stop hiding. Tell me the truth. Whatever evil you have done, Chen Zhao is willing to pay it back for you!"
"Mr. Chen," Ye Wenzhi said, looking embarrassed. "But...but I don't know what I have done."
Everyone was stunned. Ye Wenzhi said seriously, "If I had done something evil, I would not have concealed it. But you say I incurred divine punishment. I really don't know why. Even though I haven't been a very kind person in my life, I have read the books of sages and followed the way of a gentleman. How could I have done something that would have brought down divine punishment?"
"Brother, stop lying..."
"He didn't lie."
Pei Zichen interrupted everyone. Ye Wenzhi looked up and saw Pei Zichen saying seriously, "I believe the young master. He didn't lie."
After these words were spoken, no one dared to speak. Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at Pei Zichen and knew that he was thinking of her.
She patted his arm silently. Pei Zichen froze. Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment and said, "God's punishment is certainly for those who do evil, but there are two situations."
"Which two?" Ye Tianjiao asked immediately.
Jiang Zhaoxue crossed his arms, tapping his fingers on his arms, and said seriously, "One possibility is that he himself committed evil, so he was punished by heaven. The other possibility is...he suffered for his mistakes as a human being."
"Has it been a punishment?" Ye Tianjiao was instantly furious when he heard this. "Who?! How did you do it? Who did it?!"
"When someone takes the blame for someone else, a common way to change their luck is to change their luck." Ye Wenzhen said after thinking for a while.
Jiang Zhaoxue immediately said, "But the eldest young master has the destiny of being a good person for seven generations. This is not a fate that can be changed casually by others. It must be willing and agreed to by the eldest young master himself."
Hearing this, Ye Wenzhi was stunned. Jiang Zhaoxue observed his expression and asked tentatively, "After hearing this, do you think the young master has a plan in mind?"
Ye Wenzhi listened in a daze.
Jiang Zhaoxue continued, "Young Master, only if you tell me the truth can I help you. You must understand that in order to save your life, Mr. Chen fell from the level of reaching the Nascent Soul stage all the way to where he is now. How important is cultivation to a cultivator? You are not only dragging yourself down, but also all those who care about you."
Ye Wenzhi froze at this, and Chen Zhao said awkwardly, "Master Jiang..."
"Young Master?"
"I...did promise someone," Ye Wenzhi hesitated, finally speaking and looking up at Jiang Zhaoxue, "I promised her that I would protect her with my own life."
"who is she?"
"Her name is Zhuang Yan."
"Zhuang Yan?" Jiang Zhaoxue tilted her head, a little confused. "Who is this?"
"She was a little girl who died fifteen years ago." Chen Zhao interrupted. Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at her and saw Chen Zhao's expression was heavy as he said, "Master Jiang also knew her."
"I know him?" This was beyond Jiang Zhaoxue's expectation.
Chen Zhao nodded and said thoughtfully, "She is the daughter of that Aunt Dan who you tricked with the Yin Yang Powder on the first day you set up your stall."
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The author has something to say: I will continue to send red envelopes in this chapter~~~
It’s been dry in autumn and winter recently, so I found a hydrating method to use up the accumulated toner. I soak facial mask paper in toner, and then use a cotton pad soaked in toner to apply to the T-zone. It feels more hydrating than a facial mask!
PS: I would like to apologize for using the term "uncle" to address readers before. When I used the term, the image of the waiter bowing to the master in the phrase "Uncle, please take a seat" flashed through my mind, so I used that term, ignoring the implication of using the male identity to cover all.
In fact, I have been correcting this language habit over the years. After all, I grew up in this language system for decades, so sometimes I still use it unconsciously. But I will modify it when I realize it. I hope to change it slowly and strengthen the dominant position of women in the language.
After everyone pointed it out to me before, I remembered that I used this word when I sent out the red envelope. Since the red envelope cannot be modified after it is sent, I never changed it. I just kept it in mind. Today, I saw the reminder in the preface of a specific chapter, and then I realized where it was used, so I went to modify it.
Thank you for pointing this out, and please forgive me. [Rose]
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