Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Believe in heaven, believe in earth, believe in gods and Buddhas.
Hearing Qian Sisi, Jiang Zhaoxue was startled, then hurriedly asked, "Where is she?"
"Wait in the lobby box."
"lead the way!"
Jiang Zhaoxue cheered up and followed Pei Zichen out, wondering as they walked, "Didn't she forget everything? Why did she come here all of a sudden?"
"Before I parted with Miss Qian, I left her a sound transmission note, asking her to contact me if she has any problems." Pei Zichen raised his hand and lifted the dead branches that extended into the courtyard, letting Jiang Zhaoxue pass.
As he walked past, his scent was carried to her nose by the cold winter wind.
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but glance sideways at him. He had been practicing the Nine Netherworld Realm technique for at least four years. Normally, people who practiced the Nine Netherworld Realm technique would have some violent aura about them, but he was always gentle and upright, without showing any signs of being a demonic cultivator.
He walked slightly ahead of her, just enough to shield her from the cold winter wind. As he walked, he relayed the news: "This afternoon, she contacted me, saying someone wanted her to deliver a message, so I brought her here."
"Passing a message?" Jiang Zhaoxue's thoughts were brought back to her senses. She didn't understand for a moment. "Didn't she lose her memory? Who is she passing on a message to?"
"Her master." Pei Zichen followed Jiang Zhaoxue into the lobby and led her upstairs. The lobby was bustling with people. Pei Zichen stood guard around her. His voice was soft and gentle, but every word fell clearly into her ears. "Her master didn't enter the cycle of reincarnation. He insisted on waiting to see us."
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned as he listened, somewhat puzzled: "Does her master know us?"
"Her master wanted to tell me when he learned that I had obtained the Lingxu Fan," Pei Zichen led her to the corridor, "but what his master mentioned was related to the God-Slaying Sword. I feel that this matter should be decided by you."
Jiang Zhaoxue understood as soon as he heard it.
Qian Sisi's master values Pei Zichen, and it was Pei Zichen who asked her to be the master.
She felt both jealous and happy. She was still jealous of Pei Zichen's luck, but she had to admit that Pei Zichen handled the matter decently. At least it was based on her, which made her feel happier.
The two emotions offset each other, and Jiang Zhaoxue no longer felt unhappy. Pei Zichen led her to the door of the private room. Before she even entered, she heard Qian Sisi's voice: "You can still get a divorce after getting married. You're so handsome, and you only get married once. Isn't that a pity?"
As he was speaking, Pei Zichen just pushed the door open. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up and saw the situation in the room clearly.
Shen Yuqing sat in the main seat with a cold expression, Mu Jinyue stood behind him, and Qian Sisi sat beside him, cracking melon seeds, her eyes fixed on him. Jiang Zhaoxue had already opened the door, but she still asked uncertainly, "Would you consider me, Immortal Lord?"
Shen Yuqing listened without saying anything. He just raised his eyes, looked at Jiang Zhaoxue, and asked directly: "Is this your friend?"
Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to acknowledge such a shameful person at all.
But if she didn't admit it now, she was afraid that Shen Yuqing would kill Qian Sisi with a sword, so she could only cough lightly and said, "That, Sisi."
Hearing Jiang Zhaoxue calling for help, Qian Sisi was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to remember the important matter. She looked Jiang Zhaoxue up and down and asked tentatively, "Jiang Zhaoxue?"
"You still recognize me?"
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyebrows and walked to Qian Sisi's side curiously. Pei Zichen pulled out a chair for her and took the cloak she took off. After Jiang Zhaoxue sat down calmly, Pei Zichen immediately began to make tea for her.
The movements are coordinated and completed in one go.
Shen Yuqing watched the interaction between the two quietly, and Mu Jinyue also frowned slightly.
Jiang Zhaoxue felt Shen Yuqing's gaze and glanced at him without saying anything. Only Qian Sisi listened to Jiang Zhaoxue's words and smiled generously: "I don't know him, I just heard about him."
"Who told you that?"
Jiang Zhaoxue took the tea poured by Pei Zichen and leaned back in her chair, feeling quite curious.
Qian Sisi raised her chin towards Pei Zichen and said, "That kid said you were my good friend. He said you helped me a lot and we have a deep relationship. But let's not talk about that. I'm here to pass on a message from my master."
Qian Sisi's expression became serious as she spread out her palm, and the Soul-Nourishing Orb appeared in it. She patiently explained, "This is the Soul-Nourishing Orb, the most precious treasure of our sect. It can preserve the soul for a hundred years. Last night, when I was conscious, Pei Zichen handed it to me. I used my skills to recognize my master. When my master knew that someone had helped him with the Lingxu Fan, he wanted to find the owner of the Lingxu Fan and tell him about the artifact. After that, I found Pei Zichen for help..."
"And he brought you here to me."
Jiang Zhaoxue understood and said directly, "Just say what you want to say."
Qian Sisi nodded, then said: "My master's soul power is running low, so I can only be brief."
As she spoke, Qian Sisi raised her hand and made a hand gesture. Although she had forgotten the past, her skills were all instinctive. In a moment, smoke swirled out from the soul-nourishing bead, and then an old man appeared behind Qian Sisi.
Seeing the old man, Pei Zichen's eyes flickered slightly, but the man in front of him seemed to have never recognized him. He saluted Jiang Zhaoxue and him and said respectfully, "I am Han Zhouzi, the 63rd generation head of Wenjian Villa in Shuzhong. Nice to meet you two immortal masters."
As he spoke, the old man turned around and greeted Shen Yuqing: "Greetings, Master Shen."
Shen Yuqing nodded indifferently, and Jiang Zhaoxue also returned the greeting.
The Han Zhouzi in front of him was very different from the old man who was always joking in the illusion. He looked like an immortal and an elder.
Jiang Zhaoxue lowered his eyes, fiddling with the teacup in his hand, and said calmly, "The Lingxu Fan has helped the disciples of Wenjian Villa reincarnate. Fellow Daoist Han is waiting here. I wonder what you want?"
"The one I'm waiting for is the owner of the Lingxu Fan." Han Zhouzi said seriously, looking up at Jiang Zhaoxue. "The Lingxu Fan was the magical weapon of Wenjian Villa's founder. When the founder passed away, the Lingxu Fan returned to heaven and earth. At that time, the founder left behind a will, saying that if the Lingxu Fan appears again, it will bring about a great catastrophe. He asked us disciples to guard it for generations to come."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened, and realized something was wrong. He raised his eyes coldly and asked, "Why is the appearance of the Lingxu Fan a must-see catastrophe?"
"Because the divine weapon of Lord Haocang was not born by chance."
Han Zhouzi frowned. "The artifact was formed from the body of Lord Haocang. Lord Haocang has compassion for humanity, and so does the artifact. For it to be born, two conditions must be met. First, the artifact must be sufficiently powerful; second, there must be someone to awaken it."
"wake?"
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't understand.
Han Zhouzi continued, "There are two ways to awaken a divine artifact. Either the artifact senses an evil being and emerges to slay it. Or, the artifact senses a person of great fortune who is related to the Divine Lord. However, people of great fortune are rare, so when a divine artifact is born, it often coincides with a disaster in the human world."
"No wonder."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and finally understood: "When the Yuanluo Bow was born, it was Zhuang Yan, a resentful demon. Zhuang Yan was killed, and his power was consumed by the Yuanluo Bow, and thus the Yuanluo Bow was born."
Shen Yuqing listened and looked up at her.
Jiang Zhaoxue noticed it, but didn't say much. She just continued, "The Lingxu Fan was nourished by Song Wuya's sacrifice of 200,000 essences. 200,000 people died in vain, and their resentment formed into a vengeful evil. The Lingxu Fan was nourished and restored by the power, and it sensed the vengeful evil, so it came into the world. Divine artifacts have been born one after another..." Jiang Zhaoxue looked at Han Zhouzi, "Are you afraid that someone did it on purpose to force the God-Slaying Sword to appear?"
"The divine sword is not so easy to come into being."
Han Zhouzi wasn't afraid at all, and calmly replied, "Although the God-Slaying Sword is a divine artifact, it's different from the Yuanluo Bow, the Lingxu Fan, and the Time Mirror. It's a supreme object, on par with the Celestial Jade. The Celestial Jade represents life, while the God-Slaying Sword represents death. The Celestial Jade is forged from spiritual energy, enduring endless life, while the God-Slaying Sword is forged from the spine of a divine monarch, indestructible. The spine of a divine monarch is a fiery bone, the most yang and violent, the ultimate in fire. Without the balance of extreme yin, the temperature created by the appearance of the fiery bone would be unbearable for ordinary creatures. The divine sword, out of compassion for all things, has placed a seal upon itself. It must be watered with the blood of a pure yin being, extinguishing the flames before it can be broken."
But a pure Yin body is hard to find in the world. The only pure Yin body Jiang Zhaoxue had ever heard of in his life was Shen Yuqing’s junior sister who unfortunately died on the eve of their wedding two hundred years ago. Her name seemed to be Song Qingyin?
This was the first time Jiang Zhaoxue recalled this person so carefully.
A pure Yin body is very easy to cultivate. If one has superior spiritual roots, he will be a genius disciple.
But the flaw is that this substance is a tonic for evil spirits. Just eating a bite can increase your cultivation by a hundred years.
Back then, it was said that Song Qingyin had a natural spiritual root of the wood element. Due to her special physique, her master did not dare to let her go out and put her in any danger before she achieved enlightenment. So she was always kept like a big treasure, hidden away, and almost no one had ever seen her.
When Shen Yuqing mentioned it to her, he just said that she was in poor health and had been raised by him since she was young, and was no different from other junior brothers and sisters.
But the reputation of the Pure Yin Body was too great, so when Jiang Zhaoxue was twenty years old, the entire True Immortal Realm was waiting for her and Song Qingyin, to see who of them would be the first to step into the Nascent Soul stage.
At that time, her father was not convinced and kept telling her every day to practice hard and to surpass Song Qingyin.
Therefore, for a period of time, she didn't like this person very much, and often secretly inquired about her with Shen Yuqing and compared her secretly.
Shen Yuqing knew what she was thinking, and always told her, "It's just my junior sister, don't think too much."
Then he reminded her: "A life master is not like a sword cultivator. The higher you advance, the more punishment you will receive from heaven. Your life is short. There is no need to force yourself to reach a certain level. Everything..."
"What's everything?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was surprised when she saw the young man blushing. He turned his head stiffly and said calmly, "Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion and Penglai are on good terms, and the Lady and I are also destined to be together. I will help you with everything."
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but laugh and sighed: "But I'm too talented, there's nothing I can do."
There was really no other way. She did nothing, but still entered the Nascent Soul stage at the age of 22.
However, Song Qingyin had never even left the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion, and had never even appeared in any battle in the True Immortal Realm. In the second year, on the eve of her marriage to Shen Yuqing, she died of illness.
There is only one Song Qingyin in the True Immortal Realm in tens of thousands of years. How easy is it to find a pure yin body in the human world?
"A pure Yin body is hard to find. Without a pure Yin body, even if the divine sword is born, it cannot be awakened and used. It is just a piece of scrap metal."
Jiang Zhaoxue tapped the table lightly, thinking about Han Zhouzi's words: "So what are you worried about?"
"I am worried that someone is forcing me."
Han Zhouzi raised his eyes and glanced at the people present. He said slowly: "I know you all. You are not from this realm. The human realm has its own destiny. I tell you all, but I just want to do my best. I have only one request -"
Han Zhouzi's gaze returned to Jiang Zhaoxue, but he didn't say anything.
Jiang Zhaoxue sensed what he was waiting for and looked up at him.
Han Zhouzi was seen standing behind Qian Sisi, like a guardian god, with pleading eyes.
Jiang Zhaoxue paused and realized what Han Zhouzi was asking for.
The soul will be more aware of the future when it is replaced by a human body. Jiang Zhaoxue looked at Qian Sisi in front of him, thought for a moment, and said, "I can't change the fate that has been determined, but I will save what I see."
Upon hearing this, Han Zhouzi knew that Jiang Zhaoxue had agreed. He showed a look of relief and hurriedly bowed, saying excitedly, "Thank you, Master Jiang!"
Jiang Zhaoxue accepted his gift, and Han Zhouzi felt relieved. He then lowered his head to look at Qian Sisi and said gently, "Sisi."
Qian Sisi turned around upon hearing this and saw Han Zhouzi staring at her. Although Qian Sisi didn't remember anything, she still felt sadness welling up in her heart and murmured, "Master..."
"Child," Han Zhouzi saw Qian Sisi's appearance and couldn't help but raised his hand to rub her head. "When the master is gone, you must take good care of yourself. You are not smart, so you should listen to Master Jiang from now on."
"Ah?" Qian Sisi was a little shocked, and looked at Jiang Zhaoxue beside her in doubt.
Han Zhouzi seemed to see her future, with worry in his eyes, but he still comforted her: "There is always a way to survive."
"Don't worry, Master!" Qian Sisi smiled upon hearing this, patted her chest, and said happily, "I'm full of skills, I can guarantee the survival!"
Han Zhouzi smiled, and his soul began to disintegrate. He knew he could not stay any longer, so he turned to look at Pei Zichen who had been watching him from the side.
Although he had never seen him before, he always felt that this young man was somewhat familiar.
He thought for a moment, his eyes sweeping over Pei Zichen and Jiang Zhaoxue, as if realizing something. He then smiled and nodded, saying, "I wish you, little friend Pei, a fulfilling life and all your dreams come true."
Pei Zichen's eyes were slightly sore after hearing what he said.
He clasped his hands behind his back, pretending to be calm, and said calmly, "Disciple also wishes you a smooth life in the next life."
Han Zhouzi smiled softly, and when he thought he had said everything he needed to say, he swung his whisk, bowed, and said goodbye with a smile: "Thank you all, see you in the next life."
After saying that, he disappeared from the spot.
The breeze blows by, opening the doors and windows, mixed with wind and snow, and we say farewell, never to be related again in this life.
Qian Sisi looked blankly outside the door and windows, while Pei Zichen remained silent.
After a long time, Jiang Zhaoxue raised his hand, made a hand gesture, and recited a passage from the Sutra of the Dead.
Her voice floated in the air, and Shen Yuqing turned to look at her.
Seeing a hint of compassion between the woman's cold eyebrows, his eyes moved slightly.
After waiting for a long time, Qian Sisi slowly came back to her senses and sighed, "I just found a master, and now he's gone. Forget it, I've done what the old man asked me to do. I'll be leaving now. I have a long way to go." Qian Sisi raised her hand and saluted several people, "See you again if we're lucky enough?"
Jiang Zhaoxue heard what he said and stood up: "I'll take you there."
As he spoke, Pei Zichen immediately took Jiang Zhaoxue's cloak and bowed to Shen Yuqing: "Disciple will accompany Master's wife to send Miss Qian."
After saying that, Pei Zichen turned around and followed Jiang Zhaoxue.
When the door opened, a cold wind blew in, and the three of them left talking and laughing.
Shen Yuqing sat alone in the room, listening to the noises outside. In the quiet and dark room, he drank a sip of the piercing tea.
Jiang Zhaoxue escorted Qian Sisi out and briefly explained their relationship to her. When they reached the door, she didn't know what to say to Qian Sisi. After thinking for a moment, she simply said, "You should have a sound transmission jade token in your hand."
"How do you know?" Qian Sisi was surprised.
Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at her and said directly, "I gave it to you."
"So generous! You're a rich woman!"
"Give me the jade token."
Jiang Zhaoxue asked him for the jade token, and Qian Sisi handed it over out of curiosity.
Jiang Zhaoxue demonstrated how to use it: "Send your spiritual power into it and think of my name, Jiang Zhaoxue, in your mind."
As she spoke, the name on the jade token lit up. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at her and said, "You can talk to me now."
"oh."
Qian Sisi nodded. She put away the jade sound transmission token and looked up at Jiang Zhaoxue. "My master told me to listen to you from now on. What exactly do you do? What are you planning to do?"
Qian Sisi said curiously: "Save the world?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was teased by her. After thinking for a moment, she said, "See you later. You can think about saving the world in the past few years."
"These years?" Qian Sisi asked perceptively, "How many years will it take for you to see me again?"
"perhaps."
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Goodbye."
Qian Sisi was not as sentimental as her, and she didn't remember it either, so she smiled generously, raised her hand to salute, and said solemnly: "Happy New Year, see you later."
As she spoke, Qian Sisi turned around and looked outside the door. Snowflakes were floating in the dark sky. Qian Sisi only paused for a moment, then carried her sword on her back, and walked into the snow, humming a tune.
Jiang Zhaoxue, hands tucked in her bosom, watched Qian Sisi leave. She could feel Pei Zichen's presence behind her, the scent of pine and cypress wafting through the cold wind. She spoke softly, "When Han Zhouzi left just now, you seemed very sad."
"In the illusion of the Lingxu fan, this disciple and this senior once had a master-disciple relationship."
Pei Zichen's tone was calm. He looked at Qian Sisi's back and said, "This is the first time I've felt that Master is like this."
She will guide him, accompany him, joke with him, and seek a future for him.
Just like Han Zhouzi to Qian Sisi, until his death, he wanted to ask Jiang Zhaoxue for a way out for his disciple.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything, she just looked at the long street quietly. After a long time, she walked down the stairs.
Pei Zichen was a little surprised and hurried forward, using his magic to shield her from the wind and snow, and said hurriedly: "Master's Wife, please come out and put on some clothes..."
"Need not."
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand to stop Pei Zichen, walked to a small stall, and looked through the red brocade bag.
After searching for a while, she bought a brocade bag, took out a copper coin from her sleeve, and threw it to Pei Zichen.
Pei Zichen was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes to look at the brocade bag in his hand: "This..."
"New Year's money."
Jiang Zhaoxue walked towards the inn, and Pei Zichen followed her blankly, holding the brocade bag in his hand, unable to recover for a moment.
Jiang Zhaoxue led him through the door and into the courtyard, smiling and saying, "I used to love receiving New Year's money. It would ward off evil spirits and bring good luck for the whole year. Your master is a bit cold..."
"But I have a master's wife."
Pei Zichen spoke softly.
Jiang Zhaoxue paused, and at that moment, Shen Yuqing's voice came from the courtyard.
"I'm back."
The courtyard door seemed to be pushed open by the cold wind. Jiang Zhaoxue turned around in surprise. Shen Yuqing was standing quietly on the corridor, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Jiang Zhaoxue felt inexplicably nervous, and she didn't know what she was nervous about.
Shen Yuqing's eyes slid across her face and fell on the red brocade bag in Pei Zichen's hand.
His gaze rested on the brocade bag in silence. After a moment, he retracted his gaze and returned to Jiang Zhaoxue's face, saying calmly, "I need to discuss what Han Zhouzi said just now with you."
Jiang Zhaoxue reacted and nodded, "Oh, then sit inside."
As she spoke, she walked forward and pushed the door open to enter the room.
Shen Yuqing stood still in the corridor. Pei Zichen hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and saluted: "Disciple, I will take my leave first."
As he spoke, Pei Zichen walked away from him.
As they passed each other, Shen Yuqing suddenly spoke: "Zi Chen."
Pei Zichen stopped and turned to look. Shen Yuqing looked up at him and said calmly, "You are not young anymore. Change the incense recipe."
Pei Zichen remained silent, forcing himself not to let his emotions get the better of him. Like an ignorant teenager, he softly said, "My incense recipe has been with me for several years..."
"It contains your master's wife's incense recipe."
Shen Yuqing showed no mercy and said directly: "This is not how you repay a favor. Stay away from her in the future. It is not your place to touch her clothes, and it is not your place to stand behind her. Don't cause her any trouble."
Pei Zichen's heart was in turmoil when he heard this, but he also knew that Shen Yuqing was right, so he forced himself to say, "Then... who will serve Master's Wife in the future when we are away from home?"
"I."
Shen Yuqing spoke decisively.
Pei Zichen was stunned. He raised his eyes and saw Shen Yuqing looking at him as if looking at his younger self. He declared, "I am her husband. When I was twenty, I did better than you."
Pei Zichen's heart suddenly tightened. Shen Yuqing turned back to the house, raised her hand, flicked the whisk, and closed the door.
Pei Zichen stood in front of the door, looked up and saw the lights in the house were on, and two figures sat down facing each other.
He held the sachet given by Jiang Zhaoxue and kept telling himself.
It doesn't matter.
She didn't remember anything in the first place, and if she didn't remember, then it didn't exist. So what right did he have to fight for anything?
She is the Queen of Penglai, the noblest fairy in the real fairyland. He cannot allow any stigma to appear on her because of him.
I hope she is doing well.
She also gave him New Year's money.
Pei Zichen smiled, but felt a little sore in his eyes.
She was good enough to him.
He took a deep breath, tightly gripped the brocade bag, pushed the door open and returned to his room. He couldn't even turn on the light, so he just sat in the room, silently listening to the sounds of the people next door.
The presence of two people in the next room was so clear, as clear as a steel knife scraping against his bones, scraping back and forth on his flesh.
He sat in the dark waiting, but Jiang Zhaoxue's room was brightly lit.
She could clearly hear the movements of Shen Yuqing and Pei Zichen. She poured herself some tea and drank it. When Shen Yuqing came in, she sneered, "When has Pavilion Master Shen been so idle? He's always rushing to do the waiting."
"He's not a child anymore." Shen Yuqing heard her dissatisfaction, sat down opposite her, and said calmly, "Even if it's for his future, you should have some sense of propriety."
Jiang Zhaoxue paused, then came to his senses: "Are you really considering handing over the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion to him?"
"If the five divine weapons are all on him, he must belong to the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion." Shen Yuqing said, seeming a little unwilling.
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't figure out where his resentment stemmed from. He only remembered why he hadn't signed the life servant contract back then, and hurriedly said, "But the life servant contract..."
"There is no contract that cannot be broken!"
Shen Yuqing finally lost control of himself, his eyes filled with coldness.
Jiang Zhaoxue noticed his anger, but didn't know what he was angry about.
After thinking about it, she didn't want to get entangled with him about this, so she changed the subject and said, "Forget it. You came to me to discuss the matter of the God-Slaying Sword?"
"The only record of Silla Yi was five years later."
Shen Yuqing spoke calmly, "According to reports, nearly one million people in the Human Realm died as a result of this incident. This is the most likely time for the God-Slaying Sword to appear."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and tapped the table, knowing that Shen Yuqing was right.
For the God-Slaying Sword to be born, three conditions are required: sufficient power, the awakening of a person with great luck or an evil spirit, and the blood of a pure yin body.
It's hard to say about a pure yin body, but it can produce enough power and evil at the same time... There is nothing more suitable than cultivating a resentful demon.
Song Wuya used this method in the beginning, using the lives of 200,000 people to cultivate the Lingxu Fan. The resentment generated by the deaths of 200,000 people gathered into resentment.
If she were Song Wulan, after seeing how Song Wuya got the Lingxu fan, she would definitely go even further and imitate Song Wuya.
And Xinluoyi obviously has some relationship with Song Wulan. When Xinluoyi was born, millions of people were implicated. The most likely scenario is that Song Wulan followed Song Wuya's example and used millions of people to nourish Xinluoyi, and at the same time sacrificed these people to make up for the power of the Sword of God-Slaying.
"Using the Time-Seeking Mirror and the Light-Tracing Mirror together will allow us to locate time and space." Shen Yuqing stated his plan directly. "We will go directly to five years later. Once we arrive, the artifact will be able to sense the location of the God-Slaying Sword. We will wait for the sword to appear and then rob it."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened without saying anything.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Shen Yuqing turned around and looked at her: "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking..." Jiang Zhaoxue held up his forehead, thinking about what Shen Yuqing had just said. He knocked on the table and said slowly, "You said rob... Do you know what price it will cost to be born?"
Shen Yuqing didn't say anything, he just looked at the woman in front of him.
The other party raised his eyelids and questioned, "Millions of lives...you and I could have saved them."
Shen Yuqing looked at her quietly. The woman's eyes were dancing with fire under the light, and were exceptionally clear, like a clear spring in the mountains, reflecting his face.
He looked at Jiang Zhaoxue like this, his eyes moving slightly.
This time it was Jiang Zhaoxue who asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"
“This is all recorded.”
Shen Yuqing reminded.
Jiang Zhaoxue paused, and Shen Yuqing continued, "If you go against what's recorded, you can't predict what will happen. Furthermore, if the God-Slaying Sword isn't released, how will the True Immortal Realm cope? Human life in the mortal realm is human life, but not in the True Immortal Realm?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was speechless for a moment.
Shen Yuqing thought about it, paused for a moment, and then advised: "Jiang Zhaoxue, destiny cannot be violated. We can only choose to save more people, not everyone."
"I understand." Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and looked up at him, "Just like you killed the Forsaken."
Shen Yuqing said nothing, but Jiang Zhaoxue knew he was right, and said listlessly, "Okay, let's get ready and leave after the Lantern Festival."
"Um."
The two of them reached an agreement, but Shen Yuqing did not move.
Seeing that he didn't leave, Jiang Zhaoxue looked at him curiously: "What are you standing there for?"
Shen Yuqing sat there, hesitating for a long time.
He seemed to hesitate for a long time before he took out a red brocade bag from his sleeve.
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned when she saw the red brocade bag. Then she heard Shen Yuqing say, "Here you go. It's New Year's money."
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't know how to answer for a moment and didn't move.
Shen Yuqing seemed a little embarrassed, lowering his eyes and said, "When you were young, you always asked me for New Year's money. When we were in Lingjian Xian Pavilion, you asked me to come back for dinner that night. I thought at that time, if you... if you have a good heart, we can still get along."
Jiang Zhaoxue raised her eyes, and Shen Yuqing's eyelashes trembled slightly. She said with difficulty: "I wanted to come back and have dinner with you the next day."
Jiang Zhaoxue remained silent. Seeing that she didn't take it, Shen Yuqing placed the brocade bag on the table and said, "The past is the past. Rest now."
As he turned to leave, Jiang Zhaoxue finally spoke up, "I asked you for New Year's money because it was a blessing, meant to ward off evil spirits and wish that person a smooth year. You and I are of the same generation, so you shouldn't give it to me. But I believe that when you love someone, you'll yearn for them wholeheartedly and want to give them all the best wishes in the world. I don't want New Year's money."
Shen Yuqing froze as she listened to Jiang Zhaoxue's frank words: "What I want is for you to like me."
"I……"
"But we don't need it now." Jiang Zhaoxue lowered her eyes to look at the red brocade bag on the table and said calmly, "There's no point in saving a dead person. There's no need to bring something from two hundred years ago."
"But haven't we just started?!"
Shen Yuqing suddenly spoke up. He controlled his emotions and looked back coldly: "Hasn't our bet just begun?"
When Jiang Zhaoxue heard the word "bet", she didn't say anything. She paused for a moment and smiled.
"Okay." She looked at Shen Yuqing with a bit of pity in her eyes, "You are a blind person. You can't see yourself clearly or others clearly. I will accept the New Year's money this year."
As she spoke, she reached out and took the red sachet, tilted her head, and said provocatively: "I'll wait and see next year."
If they lose, they probably won't see each other again next year.
Shen Yuqing felt a lump in his throat and a pain in his heart.
He didn't want to show it, just nodded and walked away.
Before opening the door, Jiang Zhaoxue called him: "One more thing——"
Shen Yuqing stopped walking. Jiang Zhaoxue casually tossed the brocade bag aside and praised her, "I'm glad I didn't let your sweetheart sit down to eat today. After all these years, you've finally made some progress." She sneered, "Are you following the rules?"
Shen Yuqing's clothes swayed, obviously she was angry with her.
He didn't know what to say.
No matter what he said, she could praise all his kindness today, praise the New Year's money he prepared, praise the peace knot she woven for the sword tassel he used, praise him for not paying attention to Pei Zichen's misconduct...but she shouldn't praise this one thing.
Because this was not his gesture of goodwill, it was Pei Zichen's.
But he couldn't say it.
He just stood at the door, took a deep breath, and said, "Ridiculous."
Then he opened the door and left quickly.
Seeing that he was angry, Jiang Zhaoxue sneered, "You can't even praise me."
As she spoke, she raised her hand, closed the door, and turned back to the bed.
After lying on the bed, Anan finally crawled out and sighed, "Why is it that Shen Yuqing is so troublesome now? She's doing three things at once, and it's making my head buzz."
"Let him be."
Jiang Zhaoxue pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Anyway, he should just get out now that he has the God-Slaying Sword."
"Why are you so confident?" Anan wondered. "From the way he looks now, he seems to really want to change his ways."
"He's afraid I'll run away." Jiang Zhaoxue rolled her eyes, then said, "Think about the plot in the book. When Shen Yuqing and Mu Jinyue went after Pei Zichen together, how much damage did I bear for Shen Yuqing?"
The plots that Jiang Zhaoxue saw were all from the perspective of her character in the book.
In the plot where Shen Yuqing took Mu Jinyue to find Pei Zichen and Pei Zichen obtained the Sword of God Slaying, she was poisoned and stabbed in the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion. Later, Shen Yuqing admitted that it was all for Mu Jinyue.
Although it is not clear why Mu Jinyue encountered danger so many times, and it is even more unclear why Shen Yuqing always took her with him in such dangerous situations, the plot is the plot.
"There are no key plot points left behind."
Jiang Zhaoxue pondered, "Pei Zichen was slandered, took the Yuanluo bow, cultivated the Nine Netherworld Realm technique, and obtained the Lingxu fan. Shen Yuqing and Mu Jinyue chased him and took the God-Slaying Sword together... It's all the same, which means the key points won't change."
"But..." Anan hesitated, "It's still a little different."
"for example?"
"Logically, it was Mu Jinyue who saved Pei Zichen, and Pei Zichen developed feelings for her. Later, Shen Yuqing gave your spiritual roots to Mu Jinyue, and she got deeper and deeper into the process of hunting down Pei Zichen..." Anan said, and the more he spoke, the more strange it became. "But now, Mu Jinyue and Pei Zichen seem to have almost no relationship. Instead, she and Shen Yuqing have been getting along for several years, but Shen Yuqing seems to only care about reconciling with you..."
Anan was puzzled: "Who do you think Mu Jinyue likes now?"
This question made Jiang Zhaoxue a little confused.
She thought about it carefully and pondered: "It's really hard to say..."
"What if she doesn't like Pei Zichen now, and Shen Yuqing doesn't like her, and the relationship between the characters is broken," Anan pondered, "will the plot still happen?"
After this question was asked, both the man and the bird fell silent.
Jiang Zhaoxue thought about it and felt a headache. He simply scratched his head and said, "Don't overthink it! As long as it doesn't affect the acquisition of the God-Slaying Sword, it's a small matter. Let's go to five years later," Jiang Zhaoxue thought, "and then we can adapt to the situation!"
As he spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue pulled up the quilt and turned over to sleep.
But as soon as she turned over, she felt like there was something under her pillow.
She reached out and took out a red brocade bag.
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment, then pulled out the brocade bag and asked in confusion, "What is this?"
"Open it and take a look?"
Anan jumped over and said, "It doesn't look like an evil creature."
Jiang Zhaoxue also felt the same way. When he opened the brocade bag, he saw a bracelet falling out.
Jiang Zhaoxue picked up the bracelet and found that it was a Qiankun chain with storage space.
This one is made of gems and is quite beautiful.
The chain had already recognized its owner, and when Jiang Zhaoxue moved, the space inside was opened.
One grid after another was filled with women's accessories, from simple wooden hairpins to the finest jadeite, and necklaces made of all kinds of crystal clear gemstones. It was so dazzling that Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned for a moment.
She scanned the grids one by one until the last one, where she saw a firework fixed by a spell.
This was exactly the scene that Pei Zichen had set outside when he was kissing her last night.
At this moment, the scene of the fireworks blooming was fixed by magic, hanging in the air, blooming three-dimensionally and permanently again and again.
Beneath the fireworks, a rune lay. Jiang Zhaoxue's heart trembled as she looked at the words written in ancient runes:
Suppress evil spirits and enjoy peace every year.
There is always someone who wants to quietly offer all the blessings in the world without you saying much, for fear that you will have too many difficulties.
I may not believe in fate for myself, but for you, I am willing to believe in heaven, earth, gods and Buddhas.
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The author has something to say: Don’t be afraid, I’m not running away, I’m just a little stuck.
This story won't have a bad ending, and it won't be a scam. The reason I didn't update it isn't because I didn't write it. I was just squatting in front of the computer to get the feeling and follow the plot.
Everyone can stock up.
【Small Theater】
Jiang Zhaoxue: "Wow, you gave me a lot of New Year's money."
Pei Zichen: "Because I've been saving it for a long time..."
Jiang Zhaoxue: "Hmm?"
Pei Zichen: "After you gave me the shopping list in the snowy mountains, I started saving for many years."
Jiang Zhaoxue: "Shopping list?"
Pei Zichen: "Please watch the VCR——"
[Jiang Zhaoxue was walking in the snowy mountains carrying someone on his back.]
"Pei Zichen, when you become rich in the future, you must buy me a lot of perfumes, as well as gold and silver jewelry. I like jade, the kind with particularly good water quality. And sapphires, I want royal blue, unheated, super large ones, make a string for me to hang around my neck..."
Pei Zichen: "I will remember every word Master's Wife says, and I will want to do everything Master's Wife wants to do. I want to say all the auspicious words in the world to Master's Wife, and do all the auspicious things for Master's Wife. Because I am afraid that Master's Wife's life will be even slightly bumpy, so for myself I don't believe in fate, but for Master's Wife, I believe in heaven, earth, gods and Buddhas."
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