Chapter 28 Chapter 28 No matter how long it takes, we will meet again...
Hearing this, Pei Zichen staggered and almost fell down.
Jiang Zhaoxue was so frightened that she quickly threw her arms around his neck and said anxiously, "I'm telling you there's no need to die together with me!"
"Master's Wife..."
Pei Zichen spoke hesitantly, his heart beating fast, and he was at a loss.
Jiang Zhaoxue leaned against his back, feeling his rapid and powerful heartbeat. She couldn't help but ask, "Why is your heartbeat so fast?"
Pei Zichen's muscles tensed, and he became even more flustered. Then he heard Jiang Zhaoxue's confusion: "Is it so tiring to carry me? Are you too weak, or am I too heavy?"
Pei Zichen: “…”
My heart was up and down, up and down, and in the end, I realized that the other party was completely clueless about my embarrassing thoughts.
Pei Zichen suddenly felt relieved and said casually: "It's my disciple who still needs training."
"This is true." Jiang Zhaoxue frowned slightly upon seeing his confirmation, then compared the two and said, "When your master was this old, he had no trouble carrying me. You're a swordsman, so you need to build a strong physical foundation."
His path of cultivation is closely related to her Tianji Lingyu. If he is not capable, how can her Lingyu be nourished?
Pei Zichen listened, and the slight throbbing in his heart completely calmed down. He replied, "Master's wife is right."
Perhaps to prove it to her, Pei Zichen ran fast and steady, and arrived near the temple in a short while.
The temple where we had just taken shelter from the rain was now completely shrouded in black air. The black air continuously flowed in from all directions, like strands of spider silk, centered around the temple and winding around it.
Ye Wenzhen stood not far away with a group of cultivators, looking at the black air with anxiety in his eyes.
Pei Zichen brought Jiang Zhaoxue to Ye Wenzhen. Jiang Zhaoxue jumped off Pei Zichen and was about to speak when she felt something was wrong.
She turned her head and found that the cultivator behind Ye Wenzhen was dressed very similarly to the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion.
"It's the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion."
Pei Zichen secretly sent a message to Jiang Zhaoxue, but Jiang Zhaoxue did not say anything.
Pei Zichen could feel the other party's sword energy. If he confirmed it, it would prove that the people in front of him must be practicing the spiritual sword pavilion's mental method.
Why are there people from the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion in the human world?
Jiang Zhaoxue became alert, but the other party was staring at the temple and ignored them completely. It was obvious that they were not coming for her and Pei Zichen.
They didn't move, and Jiang Zhaoxue didn't intend to alert them. He tentatively raised his hand to salute, glanced at them, and said to Ye Wenzhen: "Master Ye, these fellow Taoists are..."
"Oh, this is a disciple from Tianji Academy."
Upon hearing this, Ye Wenzhen raised his hand and introduced himself to Jiang Zhaoxue, "I am a nominal cultivator of the Tianji Academy, and they are inner disciples who were personally trained and raised in the Tianji Academy. Although they are young, they have profound cultivation and a firm heart of Taoism. They are all young talents."
Ye Wenzhen introduced them to the disciples, "This is the Immortal Master Jiang Zhaoxue and the Little Taoist Master Pei Zichen that I just mentioned to you all."
The two sides were introduced and greeted each other briefly.
Ye Wenzhen then explained the current situation to Jiang Zhaoxue: "Last night, we managed to find out the location of her temple from the young master. Today, I led my men to destroy her residence, but halfway through... she appeared at the Ye Mansion. I don't know why, but as soon as she appeared, the young master, who was still comatose, suddenly woke up and followed her out. The family's formation was useless. Chen Zhao and his men couldn't hurt her at all, so they could only watch as she took the young master away. As soon as she left, the barrier surrounding Taizhou City shattered in a moment..."
Ye Wenzhen frowned, heartbroken: "Chen Zhao has already let the people into the Ye Mansion. The barrier at home has not been broken yet, so it can still hold for a while, but now..."
Ye Wenzhen looked up at the temple. The dark aura was so thick it seemed to drip blood. If they acted rashly against such resentment, they would be doomed.
But don't do it, wait until Zhuang Yan and Ye Wenzhi are completely integrated...
That is a dead end.
Everyone was clear about the interests involved. Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment and smiled, "We're naturally no match for her individually, but fortunately we have more people, and..."
Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at everyone and asked tentatively, "Does anyone have spirit stones?"
This question stumped everyone. It was already this time, and they were still thinking about spirit stones?
Jiang Zhaoxue saw them frowning, especially the people from Tianji Academy, who looked at her as if she were a charlatan.
Jiang Zhaoxue coughed lightly and, to show that he was a serious person, quickly explained: "I can't use my own spiritual power, I must use external forces. I have to set up this formation, which is driven by spiritual stones. Can you lend me some spiritual stones, the more the better, and wait for the future-"
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and was about to speak when she heard Ye Tianjiao coming from behind and shouting, "Sister! Fairy sister!"
She decisively raised her hand and pointed at Ye Tianjiao, saying seriously, "Second Young Master Ye will definitely repay me double!"
Hearing this, everyone in Tianji Academy looked at Ye Wenzhen next to them.
Ye Wenzhen knew that these young disciples didn't have much money, so he said decisively and generously: "Don't worry, everyone, the Ye family will return it in full later."
After hearing Ye Wenzhen's promise, everyone finally felt relieved and took off their spirit stone bags one by one and handed them over.
Jiang Zhaoxue collected the spirit stone and turned to everyone, saying, "If you can trust me, can you follow my instructions?"
"Of course we trust Master Jiang." Ye Wenzhen raised his hand to salute, and Jiang Zhaoxue nodded.
Then he wanted to pull Pei Zichen next to him, but he saw Pei Zichen had already handed him a dry branch. He raised his hand and directly summoned the Mountain and River Bell, hiding everyone in the Mountain and River Bell, making it convenient for Jiang Zhaoxue to speak.
Anan couldn't help but praise: "How thoughtful, I like it."
Jiang Zhaoxue suppressed a smile as he collected the dead branches and directly asked the disciples, "Do you know how to form the Ten Directions Evil-Slaying Sword Formation?"
The disciples looked at each other, some not quite understanding what Jiang Zhaoxue meant. The leading disciple said, "We have never learned this."
Jiang Zhaoxue understood what was going on when he heard this. The Ten Directions Demon-Slaying Formation was the main formation of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion. These disciples probably only practiced the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion's mental methods and lower-level sword techniques, but were not familiar with the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion's true core sword formation.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at Pei Zichen: "Can you?"
"I have seen it in the Disciple Library."
Pei Zichen answered truthfully, and Jiang Zhaoxue nodded: "That's enough."
As she spoke, she began to draw the positions of the Ten Directions Evil-Slaying Formation on the ground.
Over the past two hundred years, the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion had fought several major battles, and she had always secretly gone to watch, fearing that something might happen to Shen Yuqing. As a result, Shen Yuqing never withheld information from her about Daoist magic, so she had learned most of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion's magic. However, due to the limitations of her master's physique, she was unable to use it.
But everyone here is practicing the Lingjian Xian Pavilion's mental methods, so using the Lingjian Xian Pavilion's sword formation is the most appropriate choice.
She arranged everyone's positions and earnestly instructed, "Fellow Daoist Ye and Zichen will lead the formation. You don't have to stand in fixed positions. Do everything you can to kill Zhuang Yan. Furthermore, everyone's position in this formation is crucial. They complement and counteract each other. You can't accomplish anything individually, but if you form this formation, you can suppress her for a while. Then I'll join forces with you. Whether we succeed or not—"
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the sky and said, "It all depends on fate."
Everyone responded when they heard the voice.
Jiang Zhaoxue thought for a moment, then pulled out a dagger from her sleeve and handed it to Pei Zichen. "This is the Evil-Slaying Blade. Ghosts and spirits cannot touch it. Find a way to get the dagger to Ye Wenzhi. Wait a moment. If we suppress Zhuang Yan to the limit and Zhuang Yan loosens her control over him, he might have a chance since he's closest to her."
Pei Zichen listened, frowned slightly, and said hesitantly: "He is just a mortal..."
"Here."
Jiang Zhaoxue stuffed the knife into Pei Zichen's hand and urged him, "Be sure to give it to him."
Pei Zichen paused and glanced at Jiang Zhaoxue. Although he didn't know what Jiang Zhaoxue was planning, he knew that Jiang Zhaoxue must have other plans.
He didn't dare to delay the task, so he could only nod and say, "Yes."
After saying that, Pei Zichen led his men out to set up the battle formation. Seeing that everything was arranged, Anan finally couldn't help but ask, "Why did you give the knife to Ye Wenzhi? Do you really expect a mortal like him to kill Zhuang Yan?"
Jiang Zhaoxue ignored her and just sat on the ground, taking out the tracing mirror from his sleeve, which had become extremely hot since it was turned on.
Seeing the tracing mirror, Anan was a little surprised: "How did it become like this?"
The broken lens had turned red like a volcano about to erupt, and spiritual energy was surging in the middle like boiling magma.
Jiang Zhaoxue vaguely sensed Shen Yuqing's spiritual power coming from inside and knew that Shen Yuqing was trying to contact her. She looked up at Pei Zichen who was setting up the formation and the situation of the tracing mirror in Sichen's hand.
The tracing mirror will not split into pieces at will, and no matter whether it is the original book or now, no matter whether the tracing mirror is in Pei Zichen's hand or its hand, it will open and return to the past.
Coming back must have a fixed plot and fate, and the strangeness of the retrospective mirror is a guide.
She had been waiting for the tracing mirror to give her the answer, and today, she thought she would get the answer.
"What's this?"
Jiang Zhaoxue kept looking at the retrospective mirror, and Ye Tianjiao, who was waiting beside him, couldn't help but feel curious.
Jiang Zhaoxue heard the question and realized that Ye Tianjiao was beside him. After smiling, he put away the lens of the retrospective mirror and said, "The thing that brought me here."
"Ah?" Ye Tianjiao didn't understand.
Jiang Zhaoxue ignored him and just cut his finger with a dagger, letting the blood drip out to draw the formation.
She lacked spiritual power, and Ye Tianjiao had just entered the Dao. Using Ye Tianjiao's spiritual power alone was really not enough.
and……
Jiang Zhaoxue was thinking about the "bad" fortune stick she drew today. She had been a fortune teller for so many years and had rarely seen a bad fortune stick. The worst was a mediocre one. This proved that not only was she unable to borrow strength from Heaven in terms of luck, but Heaven was even on Zhuang Yan's side. So after she drew the fortune stick, Zhuang Yan's power increased greatly.
If she loses again this time, it will be completely over.
So Jiang Zhaoxue didn't dare to act rashly, but in order to prevent the worst outcome, she still had to make full preparations.
If there is really no other option...she can only use her own spiritual power.
However, once she uses her spiritual power, she doesn’t know where in time and space she will drift to, and it is even more unknown whether Pei Zichen will still follow her.
And the spider...
Jiang Zhaoxue felt heavy in his heart and looked ahead.
Pei Zichen had already formed a battle formation with his men, but as soon as they were in position, Zhuang Yan noticed it immediately. Ghostly energy roared out, and Pei Zichen's flying sword spun rapidly, shouting, "Sword out!"
As the voice fell, Pei Zichen's sword collided head-on with the black air, and he was directly shaken away. He hurriedly stabilized his body, and fell to the ground in mid-air. At the same time, the swords in the hands of all the disciples turned into several lightsabers, swirling outside the temple, and the magic circle on the ground lit up!
The ghost energy was frightened, hissing and roaring, and rushed towards the disciples madly. Pei Zichen raised his hand to catch the spinning sword, and cooperated with Ye Wenzhen to leap forward and slash at the ghost energy.
The disciple took the opportunity to cast a spell, and the lightsaber instantly emitted rays of light, connecting to the sword of the opposing disciple.
With the cooperation of the two, the formation was completed. The light of the entire formation intertwined and interwoven into a net that wrapped the ghost energy. In the middle, it became a series of moving silk threads, which began to cooperate with Pei Zichen and Ye Wenzhen to strangle the ghost energy in the formation.
The ghost energy was strangled by the spiritual energy threads and instantly turned into a frightened giant beast, which began to mindlessly crash into the light net with brute force.
The disciples were hit one by one and were unable to hold on, but each of them had several rays of light on their bodies, binding all the disciples together. Every impact was shared by everyone, and they were in a stalemate with Zhuang Yan for a while.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the scene, estimating the probability of defeating Zhuang Yan. At the same time, she calmly drew the magic circle below her and instructed Ye Tianjiao: "You follow me and draw it. I draw a stroke and you draw a stroke. But in your position, I draw Yin and you draw Yang. I draw Qian and you draw Kun."
"Oh." Ye Tianjiao listened and started painting following Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue made a stroke, and he made a stroke too. It was simple, without having to think at all. However, he was a little confused: "Sister, what kind of formation is this?"
"This is a spirit gathering array. Spiritual power can be doubled when it passes through this array. It's like a ratchet, with force being transmitted layer by layer. With just a little spiritual power, your small wheel can turn my big wheel."
Jiang Zhaoxue taught him patiently. Although he was not very smart, he had excellent talent. As long as the knowledge was explained clearly, he could apply it immediately.
The spirit gathering array is not difficult to draw. Jiang Zhaoxue quickly drew more than a dozen spirit gathering arrays and placed the spirit stones on them.
These spirit gathering arrays are linked together. With so many spirit gathering arrays put together, Ye Tianjiao's spiritual power will be at least ten times greater when it is transferred from him to her.
However, the spirit gathering array itself requires the consumption of spirit stones and spiritual energy from heaven and earth, so she only plans to use it once, and it will probably be useless after that.
And this time, she had to make sure nothing went wrong. If anything went wrong again, they would all be finished.
So she had to wait until Zhuang Yan was at her weakest.
Jiang Zhaoxue pondered and began to draw the large formation for the gambling. Seeing her drawing the formation, Zhuang Yan finally lost control and rushed into the formation while shouting, "Jiang Zhaoxue, do you really have to be my enemy?! What does Taizhou City have to do with you? Why do you have to pick on me? Those I kill are all evildoers. Since you are a fortune teller who speaks of cause and effect, why are you killing me?!"
"Who asked you to destroy my yard?" Jiang Zhaoxue asked, and everyone present was stunned.
Ye Tianjiao looked over in surprise and couldn't help but ask, "Sister, are you kidding?"
"Do you know how much effort my Zichen put into getting that apartment into its current state? You just tear it down like that, as if I were dead?!"
The more Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it, the angrier she became. Zhuang Yan actually dared to ask her why she wanted to kill her?
Didn’t you count when you broke into the house illegally?
"You dare choose the Penglai Shengwu Zhenjun Temple?" Jiang Zhaoxue was so angry that he drew the formation faster and said through gritted teeth, "Why don't I kill you for provoking me like this?!"
This reason was a bit too outrageous. Zhuang Yan was obviously stunned by her scolding and fell silent.
Pei Zichen and Ye Wenzhen looked at each other, and took the opportunity to jump into the temple. The sword in Pei Zichen's hand slashed across his body and flew out with blood beads.
His flesh and blood still carried the residual spiritual power of the Jindan stage. The moment the ghost energy passed through him, Zhuang Yan screamed instantly.
Everything on the stone statue and altar in the temple flew away, and Jiang Zhaoxue shouted, "Divine Appearance!"
Pei Zichen understood what he meant. He circled the statue of Saint Martial Lord that was blown away with one hand and swung it steadily towards Jiang Zhaoxue. Without falling behind at all, he followed Ye Wenzhen and rushed forward.
The divine figure carried Pei Zichen's spiritual power and successfully smashed into the Mountain and River Bell, landing beside Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue finally felt relieved. He turned around and patted Shenxiang's chest, comforting him, "Dad, it's okay."
Ye Tianjiao looked up again after hearing this: "Dad?"
He looked at the divine figure in confusion: "Sister Fairy, is this your father?"
"Shut up and prepare your spiritual power."
Jiang Zhaoxue calmly drew the final stroke of the formation and began to stare ahead.
The walls had been shattered, revealing the temple courtyard. The ground in the courtyard was covered with a blood-colored formation. In the middle of the formation stood a wooden coffin. In front of the coffin stood a woman in red, raising her hands and wrapping the coffin with resentment, obviously exchanging some kind of power.
At the moment when Pei Zichen and Ye Wenzhen were about to attack with their swords, the woman suddenly turned around, opened her bloody mouth, revealing her fangs, and ghost energy burst out from her body. Pei Zichen and Ye Wenzhen dodged in two ways, and at the same time went around the coffin and cut it open.
Zhuang Yan rushed out with the red sleeve in her hand to attack the two. Pei Zichen casually threw the evil-killing knife into the coffin, but was immediately hit back by the red sleeve. Ye Wenzhen swung his whisk and wrapped it around the red sleeve, saying anxiously, "Little friend Pei!"
Pei Zichen was being chased closely by Hongxiu and rolled over. Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed Ye Tianjiao's hand, quickly wrote out a talisman and threw it out, combining it with the Ten Directions Evil-Slaying Formation, and hit Hongxiu.
Pei Zichen took the opportunity to escape, jumped up again, and cooperated with Ye Wenzhen again, pestering Zhuang Yan to leave the coffin.
At this time, Chen Zhao had settled the people and rushed over with his men. Seeing the scene, he hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"
"That's the situation."
Jiang Zhaoxue raised his chin towards the temple, observing the fighting, and said seriously, "Zhuang Yan is stronger than I thought. She is not showing any signs of weakness under the Ten Directions Demon Slayer Formation. I dare not attack rashly now. I can only rely on Young Master Ye."
"Young Master?" Chen Zhao exclaimed in surprise, "What can the Young Master do?"
"I gave him the Evil-Slaying Blade," Jiang Zhaoxue said calmly, while transmitting these words to Ye Wenzhi, who was lying in a coffin not far away. "If the young master can use it when Zhuang Yan is at her weakest and stab her with it, then there's a chance of winning."
Jiang Zhaoxue said it lightly, and Anan was a little confused: "Why aren't you panicking at all?"
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She just stroked the retrospective mirror in her hand and saw the coffin move, as if Ye Wenzhi was waking up.
After hearing this, Chen Zhao thought for a moment, then turned to look at the Zhuang family nearby and analyzed, "Zhuang Yan is now a monster composed of resentful thoughts. These resentful thoughts are attached to the evil spirit generated by Zhuang Yan's soul. Because of her obsession, she has evil spirit. If we can resolve her obsession, at least the evil spirit in Zhuang Yan's soul can be dissipated. These resentful thoughts will be separated from Zhuang Yan's soul, and 'it' will be severely damaged and weakened. The eldest son cannot kill Zhuang Yan, so I will go and take the Evil-Slaying Knife and kill her together with Master Jiang."
As he spoke, Chen Zhao looked up at Jiang Zhaoxue and said seriously, "Master Jiang, please."
"Wait." Jiang Zhaoxue called out to him. Chen Zhao turned around and saw Jiang Zhaoxue looking up. "The Evil-Slaying Blade is more useful in his hands than in yours. You can't get close to Zhuang Yan. Besides, there's a life-saving talisman in the blade that can at least block one fatal blow for him."
But if Zhuang Yan wants to merge with Ye Wenzhi, she will always stay close to Ye Wenzhi.
Chen Zhao understood, and after thinking for a moment, he looked at the Zhuang family of three and said in a deep voice, "Then I'll go and deal with them."
On the way here he had already roughly understood the situation.
Without saying a word, he dragged out Zhuang Ping, Zhuang Yan's father. Zhuang Ping and Zhuang Yao screamed immediately. Zhuang Yao wanted to pull his father but didn't dare. He could only look at Zhuang Ping, crying and calling "Dad".
Zhuang Ping was dragged by Chen Zhao and struggled loudly, "Sir! I am innocent, I am innocent!"
"Zhuang Yan!"
Chen Zhao glanced at Zhuang Yao beside him, feeling sorry for him. However, thinking about the current situation, he gritted his teeth and ignored Zhuang Ping's shouting. He simply dragged him to his knees on the ground, holding the knife to Zhuang Ping's neck and shouting, "Every wrong has its perpetrator. I've brought your father here to you. You can kill him or chop him up as you please. Stop!"
Hearing this, Zhuang Yan burst into laughter, spun around suddenly, and swung the red umbrella in her hand, knocking Pei Zichen and Ye Wenzhen away, then turned to look at Chen Zhao.
The ghostly energy surged in an instant, transforming into a gigantic ghost face that hung in mid-air, looking down at Zhuang Ping in Chen Zhao's hands. Zhuang Ping stared at the gigantic ghost face in shock. The ghost face began to laugh, its voice a mixture of many voices, making it difficult to distinguish between the yin and yang. "Ah, you brought them all here. What are you going to do? Are you going to seek justice for me?"
Every word she said was filled with powerful ghost energy, which showed that after fighting for such a long time, her ghost power had not been reduced at all.
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned and glanced at the disciples from the Tianji Academy next to him. They all looked pale, and it was obvious that their spiritual power had begun to be overdrawn.
She stared at Zhuang Yan's grimace, then laughed arrogantly at her and said, "How come, in all these years, no one has ever come to seek justice for us, and now Mr. Chen is here? Why?"
Zhuang Yan laughed as she spoke. "Is it because we're so strong that you finally decided to save us? Why didn't you care about us before?"
"Yan... Yan'er..."
Zhuang Ping listened and finally realized what was in front of him. He was in disbelief. After reacting, he hurriedly said, "Yan'er, I am your father. You can't kill me. I am your father!"
"Zhuang Yan," Chen Zhao said calmly. "We didn't intervene in the past, and that was our fault. But from now on, I, Chen Zhao, will continue to intervene wherever I can. After you kill him, you can leave on your own. You're not a resentful spirit, you're a spirit. You can leave."
"Leave? Why should I leave? Reincarnate and become a bullied child? I'm going to have my own body soon—" Zhuang Yan laughed, "Seven lifetimes of merit!"
"Then don't blame me—"
Chen Zhao's expression turned cold, and he swung his knife towards Zhuang Ping!
At that moment, ghost energy burst out, knocking Zhuang Ping away and smashing him heavily to the ground!
Chen Zhao was surrounded by ghostly energy. Zhuang Yan pulled Zhuang Ping into the temple, raised her hand to grab his neck, looked at Chen Zhao provocatively, and said coldly, "Do you think that my power comes from resentment and anger, and that killing him will eliminate my anger and thus severely injure me? You are wrong. My obsession has never been to kill him."
Zhuang Yan raised her eyes and stared at Zhuang Ping's frightened eyes. Then she suddenly gripped his neck, and the ghostly energy was like a snake biting at Zhuang Ping's flesh and blood.
Zhuang Ping struggled and howled, as if he was being tortured to death.
"Not good!" Ye Wenzhen shouted, "She's not obsessed with them, she wants to eat!"
If killing Zhuang Ping was not her obsession, then eating Zhuang Ping at this moment would not only not eliminate her obsession, but would also increase her strength.
However, everything had already happened. Every bite of Zhuang Ping's meat was a tonic for Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan's ghost energy tightly entangled everyone, and Pei Zichen was also chased by the ghost energy all the way and could not get close at all.
Aunt Dan watched all this in shock, then heard Jiang Zhaoxue's calm voice: "Her obsession is not to kill you."
Aunt Dan listened and turned around in confusion. Jiang Zhaoxue looked at her and asked suggestively, "Is this your daughter? What was left unfinished before she died?"
Is it her daughter? What was it that Yan'er left unfinished before she left?
Aunt Dan stared blankly at the front as she tore Zhuang Ping apart piece by piece, her face full of excitement.
She recalled the year she came back. She brought Zhuang Yan back to her room. She dug out half a cold steamed bun from her clothes and said to her, "Mom, the steamed bun is delicious. I hid it for you."
"Mom," she said, "I don't eat well. At the age of five, my hair hasn't grown much. It's thin and yellow. The only wish she made was, "I want a hairband. Mom, please braid it for me."
That's not her daughter...
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked up at the woman in front of her who had thrown away the remains of Zhuang Ping as if he had eaten a delicious meal. After sucking the life out of her, she smiled brightly, wiped the splattered liquid from her face, and said gently, "Thank you very much."
As she spoke, her power suddenly surged, sending the surrounding disciples flying away.
She turned to look at Jiang Zhaoxue who was sitting quietly in the Mountain and River Bell and sneered: "Jiang Zhaoxue——"
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't care about her at all. She just looked at Aunt Jiang and said calmly, "If you owe her anything, pay her back."
What do you owe?
Aunt Dan looked up and thought of that morning.
"Wait under the bed. Mom will buy you a hairband today and come to braid your hair in the evening."
"I'm waiting for my mother. I'm waiting for her to come back and braid my pigtails."
She's not hungry...
Aunt Dan suddenly understood that Zhuang Yan crawled out because she said she would come to braid her pigtails in the evening.
But she didn't go, so Zhuang Yan came to find her.
Maybe he was worried about his mother, or maybe he wanted to fulfill his promise.
She killed her...
Hairband...
Aunt Dan hurriedly grabbed her hairband, stood up excitedly, and ran towards Zhuang Yan who was rushing towards Jiang Zhaoxue, crying out: "Yan'er... hair..."
Before she finished speaking, Zhuang Yan seemed frightened, and her ghostly aura rushed towards Aunt Dan frantically, screaming, "Get out of here!"
However, at the same time, a girl's soul flew out of Zhuang Yan's body and stood in front of Aunt Dan: "Mother!"
Aunt Dan panicked and hugged the young child, protecting her in her arms. The black air instantly penetrated the mother and daughter. The woman in red, "Zhuang Yan", spat out a mouthful of blood, then turned around and rushed towards the coffin!
Zhuang Yan's soul was no longer full of resentment, and she was left with only resentment. She had nowhere to go, so she had to find a body to attach to.
She wants Ye Wenzhi.
Ye Wenzhi is her last resort——
"Ye Wen..."
She suddenly threw herself on the coffin and was about to possess it when she felt a pain in her chest.
The person lying in the coffin had woken up at some point, holding a sword in his hand, which had already been stabbed into her chest.
Zhuang Yan looked at Ye Wenzhi in disbelief. Ye Wenzhi stared at Zhuang Yan, his hands trembling slightly, but his eyes were remarkably firm. He panted softly and asked, "You want my protection so you can kill people wantonly?"
"The laws of nature are unpredictable, and your fate depends on fate—" At this moment, Jiang Zhaoxue's voice finally sounded behind her.
Zhuang Yan listened and understood instantly.
Why is Jiang Zhaoxue so calm? Why is Jiang Zhaoxue not afraid at all?
Jiang Zhaoxue had planned it out long ago!
Jiang Zhaoxue had been observing her, and the previous fights were just to test her.
Jiang Zhaoxue used Zhuang Ping to determine that Zhuang Yan's true obsession was Aunt Dan, and then had Aunt Dan force Zhuang Yan's soul to separate from her, the collection of resentment. After the separation, she would definitely look for Ye Wenzhi and want to use Ye Wenzhi's body. Jiang Zhaoxue had given Ye Wenzhi the Evil-Slaying Knife long ago, waiting for her at this moment of weakness, even if she couldn't wait -
Ye Wenzhi had a knife in his hand. As long as he committed suicide, Ye Wenzhi would no longer defend her from the divine punishment. When the divine punishment really came, thunder would be a restraint for an evil spirit like her. When she was so weak, she had no power to resist.
From the very beginning, Jiang Zhaoxue had already made his plans for the ending.
She is bound to lose.
Zhuang Yan panted and looked back at Jiang Zhaoxue coldly.
Jiang Zhaoxue stood not far away, the Qiankun Lottery in her hand constantly turning over and over. Her expression was cold, like a deity, as she looked down upon Zhuang Yan and recited the last part: "Excellent fortune, no evil in all directions, punish!"
The moment the sound fell, thunder descended from the sky. Zhuang Yan grabbed Ye Wenzhi's neck and shouted angrily: "Let's die together!"
Seeing this, Chen Zhao stepped forward in shock and shouted, "Young Master!"
However, it was too late. Then the heavenly punishment and thunder fell together, pouring down like an upside-down waterfall, knocking Chen Zhao away completely.
Seeing this, Ye Tianjiao rushed forward and said anxiously: "Brother——"
"Don't mess around!" Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed him and shouted, "I gave him a life-saving talisman!"
Ye Tianjiao finally calmed down after hearing this and was held by her. Jiang Zhaoxue watched this heavenly punishment vigilantly, feeling something was amiss.
wrong……
It's been too long.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the falling lightning and felt the tracing mirror jumping wildly.
The ground shook. Pei Zichen had already leaped back to Jiang Zhaoxue's side and said warily, "Master's Wife, something's wrong. Zhuang Yan shouldn't be able to withstand this heavenly punishment for such a long time."
"I know."
Jiang Zhaoxue felt the spiritual energy around him surging wildly and rushed towards Zhuang Yan in front.
The surrounding spiritual energy was mobilized in such a huge amount that Jiang Zhaoxue became more and more frightened the more he looked at it.
She's alive? Zhuang Yan is still alive?
Why?
Jiang Zhaoxue looked around, trying to find the result.
Suddenly, Anan screamed: "Artifact!"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue raised his eyes instantly and saw a bow breaking out of the ground in the middle of the courtyard amidst the thunder.
When Jiang Zhaoxue saw the bow, his mind buzzed for a moment, and then he understood instantly: "Yuanluo Bow!"
She finally knew what the fragments of the tracing mirror pointed to.
It's a magic weapon!
In the book, after Pei Zichen returned to Zhongzhou, he brought back three magical weapons - Yuanluo Bow, Lingxu Fan, and Zhanshen Sword.
The reason why the tracing mirror takes them back to the past is to obtain these three artifacts!
"Zi Chen!"
Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed Ye Tianjiao's hand and began to draw a formation. He suddenly knocked Zhuang Yan away from the thunder and simultaneously drew countless runes to strangle her. He shouted to Pei Zichen, "Go get that bow!"
Hearing this, Pei Zichen drew his sword and rushed out, heading straight for Yuanluo Bow.
The birth of a divine weapon will inevitably bring about a huge outflow of power. It was because Zhuang Yan absorbed this power that she was able to fight against the heavenly punishment to this extent.
However, the heavenly punishment is not without limit, and it is obviously getting weaker and weaker.
Pei Zichen fought towards Yuan Luogong all the way against the thunder and ghost energy, while Zhuang Yan's real body simply roared and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue held Ye Tianjiao's hand and shouted at Pei Zichen, "Don't look back! Let the bow recognize its master!"
At that moment, Zhuang Yan slammed into the Mountain and River Bell, causing a deafening roar. Pei Zichen grasped the Yuanluo Bow, and a powerful spiritual force instantly rushed into his body. An ancient voice rang out, "You are here."
Pei Zichen raised his eyes and saw an iris-colored bow slowly appearing in the thunder.
Spiritual power surged into his body, resonating with it desperately, but his spiritual power could not be poured in. This was the resistance of the artifact.
He calmly looked at Yuan Luogong in front of him and listened to him calmly say, "You now have two choices. Open up time and space to send her back, and you will be forever trapped in the turbulence of time and space. Or - get me."
Hearing this, Pei Zichen instantly understood what the other party meant. Divine artifacts face challenges when they recognize their masters; they must choose the master they desire. And the request made by the divine artifact before him wasn't difficult.
As long as he is willing to stay and give up the opportunity to let Jiang Zhaoxue leave now, he can get it.
The only price was that Jiang Zhaoxue had to stay and continue to suffer with him in these turbulences of time.
"That's not too much to ask." Yuan Luogong said with a condescending tone, "It's just a small test. I didn't even want her life. She's just a woman who wants others to be close to you. A little hardship shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
Is this just suffering?
Accompany him as he wanders in the turbulence of time and space, his spiritual power is sealed, and he faces life and death crises at any time.
Is it worth it?
She just felt sorry for him, just because of her sense of morality, just because she felt that Shen Yuqing had done something wrong to him, so she wanted to correct her husband's mistakes and compensate him on his behalf.
So she saved him, accompanied him, and gave him heart-warming moments and happiness, but all of this was just a bubble and was destined to be lost from the beginning.
The longer it goes on, the more painful it will be for him to lose.
And in this world, everything is meaningless except her.
"How do you let her go back?"
Pei Zichen raised his eyes and stared coldly at the bow and arrow in front of him.
"The Tracing Light Mirror and I are one," Yuan Luogong guessed his answer and said calmly, "If you've made up your mind to inject your spiritual power into me, I'll open the passage to time and space. But think about it: if you choose to give up on me, you'll be forever trapped in the turbulence of time and space. Is it worth it just for her safe return?"
"Can I die?"
Pei Zichen asked calmly, and Yuan Luogong fell silent.
After a moment, it asked back: "Dying for a woman's better life? I just want her to suffer a little in time and space -"
"That's fine."
Pei Zichen interrupted it, already understanding. He held the Yuan Luo Bow and tried to inject spiritual power into it. He sensed the state of the spiritual power entering, confirmed the authenticity of Yuan Luo Bow's words, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "My life -"
As Pei Zichen spoke, he felt the darkness slowly engulfing him. He seemed to be back in the cave where he had just opened his eyes, with only emptiness and pain.
However, Jiang Zhaoxue's every frown and smile came into his mind again and again, lingering before his eyes.
Her outrageous words, the way she always smiled at him, her handkerchief, and...
She followed him down without hesitation and held his hand.
The snow-capped mountain carried him forward in the wind and snow, and tilted its head to give him a plum branch.
But these...
I don't care.
No one loves him, no one sees him, and even if they pity him, it is not because of him.
I shouldn't burden her anymore.
Pei Zichen thought calmly, remembering his dirty and vulgar desires, and remembering how he couldn't help but want to fight for her again and again.
He deserves to die.
The moment this thought came to mind, Pei Zichen smiled and said gently, "It's not worth her suffering."
As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the woman who was not far away and was protected by Chen Zhao and Ye Wenzhen. She was holding Ye Tianjiao's hand and writing talismans frantically.
Zhuang Yan seemed to have completely given up on the Yuanluo Bow, and the black mist surged over, wanting only to kill her.
Although her face was stained with blood, she remained calm and composed. Her eyes were always so bright and shining, like the sun that you cannot look directly at, yet it attracts people like moths to a flame, wanting to possess it and trying to look up to it.
She shouldn't be here.
She is like the bright moon, she should sit on the high platform.
"Master's Wife."
Pei Zichen spoke.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue looked up and found Pei Zichen holding the Yuanluo bow. A rare smile appeared on his face. He said to her gently, "Go back."
The moment the sound fell, the sky shook, time and space cracked, Pei Zichen opened his arms and fell into the crack of time and space!
Zhuang Yan laughed out loud: "He wants to die! He's willing to die for you!"
“Get out of the way!”
Jiang Zhaoxue stood up in horror, holding the Tracing Light Mirror in his hand, his spiritual power surged, and talismans flew out, instantly killing the remaining resentment in Zhuang Yan!
Amidst Zhuang Yan's screams, Jiang Zhaoxue used the speed talisman to fly forward. He tried his best, but he could only touch Pei Zichen's cold fingers and watched him fall into the crack of time and space.
The crack closed instantly, and Jiang Zhaoxue understood what had happened in an instant.
Without hesitation, she grasped the fragments of the tracing mirror and plunged the blood-stained tracing mirror lens into the disappearing space-time crack!
The spiritual power of the tracing mirror surged, and Anan screamed, "Master, this won't work! If you use the spiritual power, the tracing mirror will open and you will enter the next time and space at any time!"
However, Jiang Zhaoxue ignored it and summoned his spiritual power to the maximum. He used the tracing mirror to frantically draw it down inch by inch, gritting his teeth and saying, "The way of heaven is unpredictable. I gamble my life with heaven. The best is good. There is no time and no space. Break!"
The moment the sound fell, the jade stick flew down, and a huge force surged into her body. She used the tracing mirror to fiercely cut a crack in time and space, and then tore it open!
The light shone into the dark and quiet space. She jumped in, bathed in that single beam of light, and hurried forward. She grabbed Pei Zichen and pulled him in front of her, shouting, "You want to die?!"
Pei Zichen looked at her in shock, falling with her in the endless space, muttering: "Master's Wife..."
"What do you think you're doing?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was rarely furious and lost her composure and cursed: "You think I can't go back? Do you think your life is not important? Are you acting out the sorrow of life and death, the separation of life and death, and having no desires or hopes in front of me?! Pei Zichen, I'm telling you, remember this!" Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed his collar and pulled him in front of her.
Their breaths met, and Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him intently. "It wasn't a coincidence that I saved you. I saved you in Wu Yuelin, I saved you in Xuanqiao, and the price paid by the Resurrection Spider was that once I activated my spiritual power and five senses, I would disappear. All of this was for you! You owe me this! Your life is priceless to me! I'm not kidding you."
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him, and his heart beat wildly as he looked at the person in front of him.
He saw that she only had him in her eyes, saw the light, saw the cherishment, saw the uniqueness, saw millions of stars, and only him.
He knew that this might be his illusion, or perhaps his misunderstanding, but at that moment, his heart was like a blooming firework, brilliantly illuminating all his years.
He looked at the woman in front of him, unable to suppress his heartbeat and desire. Jiang Zhaoxue panted and approached him, and with a tired look, she rested her forehead against his and said seriously: "Pei Zichen, if you die once, I will save you once. If you die thousands of times, I will save you thousands of times. You want to die? It's not that easy! Give this to Ye Wenzhi."
Jiang Zhaoxue handed a box to Pei Zichen and instructed him, "Tell him to remember to build a temple and a golden statue for me, to kowtow to me day and night, and to remember my great kindness. And you, Pei Zichen—"
Jiang Zhaoxue felt that time and space were splitting apart, and something was tearing at him. Pei Zichen also felt it clearly. He hurriedly grabbed her hand, and finally reacted slowly in shock. He looked at Jiang Zhaoxue in horror, and listened to Jiang Zhaoxue's gentle voice: "As long as the tracing mirror is activated with spiritual power, it will go to the next time and space. The fragments can only take me away. I must separate from you. Give me your life and be my life servant. We will meet again in the future time and space. With blood as a contract--" Jiang Zhaoxue's blood flowed.
Pei Zichen understood what she meant. He remembered that he had seen a contract with a fortune teller in the sword training course he had taken.
Only by signing the life-servant contract can he always sense Jiang Zhaoxue's location, and only then can he find her as soon as possible in the long future time and space!
But where is the end of this time?
How long would he have to wait before he could see her?
But he had no choice. He could only tremble and accept the contract: "Servant of the Lord."
"Never leave or abandon."
"Life and death are together."
"Master's Wife!" Pei Zichen's voice trembled. He felt her fingers separating from him little by little. He finally realized what was happening and what he had done.
He tried his best to hold her, panic filling him. His eyes reddened, and he spoke hurriedly, "Master's Wife, I have made a promise. Don't leave, don't abandon me. I was wrong... I did something wrong... From now on, you can ask me to do anything... Hold me, don't let go!"
Be it pity, mercy, love for the whole family, or empathy.
It doesn’t matter, none of it matters.
As long as she lives.
As long as she wants him.
The moment he felt her slipping from his hands like quicksand, unprecedented despair and fear surged up crazily.
He suddenly felt such a strong desire.
He wants her.
He wanted her to be by his side, he wanted her to always look at him.
He wanted her to exist in his life forever. As long as she existed, she could save him thousands of times.
He finally knew why he lived and where his anchor lay.
It’s not that he doesn’t have all the happiness, joy, and hope for life, he just doesn’t dare to ask for it.
"Master's Wife!" Pei Zichen pulled her fingers with both hands, excited, "Don't let go, hold me, don't let go! I will live well, I won't let go again, Master's Wife, hold me! Don't abandon me!"
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She looked at his eyes that finally showed anger and desire, and couldn't help but smile.
She actually wanted to scold him, but she was afraid that this separation would last for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.
So she suppressed the urge to curse and softly comforted him, "Don't be afraid, wait for me. For hundreds or thousands of years, as long as you are still alive—"
Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little exhausted, and her fingers slipped out of Pei Zichen's hands.
She fell all the way down, sinking deeply into the endless darkness. Looking at Pei Zichen who was frantically trying to chase her against the backlight, she smiled: "We will meet eventually."
The moment the sound fell, she felt like she had crashed into an endless deep ocean.
Pei Zichen roared: "Master's Wife!!"
However, the surroundings collapsed rapidly, and a huge force pulled him back frantically. He tried his best, but could only watch her sink.
Master’s wife…Master’s wife…Master’s wife!
He chased madly, but was quickly pulled back by a huge force.
When the light reappeared, he turned around and saw Yuan Luo Gong standing there with the light.
Yuan Luo bow!
Pei Zichen realized it in panic.
The Yuanluo Bow and the Tracing Light Mirror are integrated into one, and it can also open the time and space tunnel!
Pei Zichen rushed forward without hesitation, slid his palm across the bowstring, grasped the bow with blood, turned around and shot an arrow into the darkness!
"Open it!" Pei Zichen shouted desperately as the arrow flew away with spiritual power, "Open the time rift!"
However, the arrow flew in calmly at the last moment when the crack closed, and then everything disappeared.
In the endless darkness, Jiang Zhaoxue watched the arrow flying towards him and turning into streams of light scattering down.
Every streak of light was her and Pei Zichen.
When the young man first met, he was full of vigor and ambition;
The brilliant light in the sky falls on the cliff, life and death follow each other;
Snow-capped mountains are close to each other, and the human world is like a shadow following us...
Her vision slowly darkened and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't say that..." Jiang Zhaoxue muttered with her eyes closed, "He's really handsome."
The scene in front of her eyes gradually darkened, and she felt that the surroundings were getting quieter and quieter. Only the buzzing sound of flowing water filled her ears. She kept falling in the sea water, and she didn't know how long she fell.
Until finally, she bumped into someone's arm.
It must be an adult man with strong arms. He gently grabbed her waist and pulled her out of the water.
She fell into his arms, breathing rapidly. Even though she was exhausted, she still drew her talisman and wanted to strike at the first moment.
The other person grabbed her hand that was twisting the talisman. He used very little force, just enough to stop her but not enough to cause her pain.
The familiar pressure was much milder than last time.
Jiang Zhaoxue froze, then realized who was coming.
She spoke cautiously and tentatively: "Senior?"
Meanwhile, in the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, Shen Yuqing suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the glowing Time-Seeking Mirror in front of him, and said calmly, "Found it!"
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The author has something to say: [Small Theater 1]
Pei Zichen (whoosh an arrow): "Master's Wife!!"
Jiang Zhaoxue (shot by an arrow): “Ah!”
End of article
【Small Theater 2】
Pei Zichen: "Master's Wife, I have pressed the send button, the space will be opened soon, you can go back now"
Jiang Zhaoxue: "Who allowed you to send messages to the Trisolarans?"
Shen·Trisolaran·Yuqing: "Received the message, wife, I'll be there right away!!!"
Pei Zichen: "!!! Master's Wife, I'm closing the passage right now!!"
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