Chapter 77 Chapter 77 (Revised) Are you willing?
"What's this?"
Mu Jinyue saw the lamp and spoke in confusion.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the lamp, her eyes softening. "This is a gift my father gave me on my wedding day. It's called the Yin-Yang Yanyi Lamp."
Hearing this, Pei Zichen looked up and saw Shen Yuqing staring at the lamp quietly.
The lamp seemed to be a beautiful old memory between the two of them. Although it was not lit, it made them feel as if they were under the same light, separated from everyone else.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the lamp and continued, "Any magic array drawn on this lampshade can be amplified tenfold or even a hundredfold once the array is activated. I'll draw the Dragon Seeking Array on this lamp, and then, by gambling with the heavens and earth, defeating the array beneath my feet shouldn't be difficult."
"That's great." Pei Shulan said happily, "Then after we finish our meal, you can light the lamp and we can go out, right?"
"Don't worry about it."
Jiang Zhaoxue put away the Yin-Yang Instrument Lamp and said with a smile, "Everyone is tired. Let's rest for a night and make a decision tomorrow."
"Let's eat first."
Ming served the porridge and handed it to Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue took a look at the porridge and then passed it to the side.
The porridge was passed to everyone along the way. After everyone drank the porridge, Jiang Zhaoxue stood up, stretched, and said, "I'm going to sleep first. Is the room cleaned?"
"Three rooms." Ming took a sip of porridge and spoke. Everyone was stunned. Ming raised his eyes and looked at Pei Zichen across from him and said calmly, "How do we divide it?"
"You and I will sleep in the main hall."
Pei Zichen realized something and spoke while suppressing his anxiety.
Shen Yuqing threw the dry wood into the fire and continued calmly: "It's just right. Madam Pei is a guest. Madam Pei will have one room and Jinyue will have another."
Pei Zichen paused, and was about to say something when Pei Shulan beside him smiled and said, "No need to bother."
She seemed completely unaware of the undercurrent and quickly said, "Miss Mu and I are used to sleeping together. Immortal Masters Shen and Jiang sleep in the main room, Miss Mu and I sleep in the south room, and Taoist Master Pei and Master Ming sleep in the north room. Isn't that the end of it?"
"I have no objection." Ming said.
Mu Jinyue also responded: "Disciple and Madam Pei are just used to sleeping together."
Everyone agreed, except Jiang Zhaoxue and Pei Zichen.
Shen Yuqing looked at Jiang Zhaoxue. Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at Pei Zichen, who was sitting by the fire. Seeing him stroking the fire with a branch in his hand, his fingertips were white from being pressed. She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'm going to sleep first. Shen Yuqing, you reinforce the barrier again. Jinyue," Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at Mu Jinyue, "Come over and tidy up my room later."
Mu Jinyue was stunned for a moment, then agreed.
Jiang Zhaoxue stood up and went inside. When everyone saw Jiang Zhaoxue leaving, they all stood up and dispersed.
Jiang Zhaoxue went to the main room, and Mu Jinyue followed in. After she used the cleaning technique to clean up briefly, she heard Pei Zichen standing at the door and said respectfully, "Master's wife, do you need some water tonight?"
"Prepare some water."
Jiang Zhaoxue sat on the chair and spoke casually.
There was no well here, so disciples with water-based spiritual roots were needed to prepare water at night. When Pei Zichen's words came in, Mu Jinyue glanced at him and saluted, "Master's Wife, I will withdraw first."
Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at her and saw that Mu Jinyue had finished her greeting and ran out without waiting for her to speak.
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but want to laugh, and cursed inwardly: "You run so fast."
Mu Jinyue ran away, and Pei Zichen took over the next matter.
Pei Zichen cleaned the bathroom first, then took out the cushions to make the bed.
He came out of the clean room so quickly that Jiang Zhaoxue felt a little strange. She couldn't help but go to the clean room and asked curiously, "You took the water so quickly..."
Before she could finish her words, she froze and saw that there was not a drop of water in the bathtub, and it wasn't even cleaned.
Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at him and saw Pei Zichen making the bed for her. After that, he placed the Yuanluo bow on the inside of the bed and then looked up at Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at it and couldn't help laughing: "Why did you put the bow on the bed?"
"Leave it to Master's Wife for self-defense."
Pei Zichen spoke calmly. Jiang Zhaoxue knew what he was thinking. She leaned against the screen, fanning herself gently with a smile, "I'm sleeping with my husband, why should I protect myself?"
These words made Pei Zichen raise his eyes and look at the woman standing in front of the screen and under the gauze curtain. Seeing her fanning the dust lightly with her small fan, he couldn't help but walk forward.
A shadow enveloped the two of them, and the gauze curtain fell in response to his footsteps, leaving only his figure within the inner gauze curtain, blocking Jiang Zhaoxue.
"Master's Wife," Pei Zichen lowered his voice, unable to restrain himself, "If Master were to sleep on this bed tonight, he and I would become sworn enemies."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened, slowing down the movement of fanning herself. She slowly raised her eyes, looked at the person standing in front of her, only a piece of paper separating them, and chuckled softly: "What do you mean by that?"
"Master's wife saved me, her kindness is as great as a mountain." Pei Zichen saw the coldness in Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes and realized that he had spoken out of turn. However, he still refused to give in and only looked for excuses. "Master has treated you poorly time and time again. I can't watch Master's wife throw herself into the fire."
Jiang Zhaoxue said nothing. She knew clearly that she should speak at this moment. She should not leave any room for maneuver and should not give Pei Zichen any hope.
But she looked at his pleading eyes, thought about it, and turned her head away, secretly telling herself that it was to prevent him from causing trouble, and said impatiently: "I have something important to do."
"What is it?"
"I want to keep him to operate the Yin-Yang Yanyi lamp."
"How do I open it?"
"This lamp requires the spiritual power of yin and yang..."
"Can't I?"
When these words were spoken, Jiang Zhaoxue stopped fanning herself. She raised her eyes calmly, and Pei Zichen's heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that Jiang Zhaoxue would say something cruel.
After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent.
Jiang Zhaoxue turned his back to him. After a long moment, he said slowly, "How can you, a disciple?"
These words gave Pei Zichen a stab. He knew clearly in his heart that Jiang Zhaoxue was right.
If he and Jiang Zhaoxue really turned on the light, how would they explain it to everyone?
No matter what he did in the illusion, no matter how much he did in the dream, no matter whether he had that marriage rope or not, fake is fake.
Shen Yuqing is her husband, and he is her disciple.
Even if he was a stranger, he would be closer to her than he is now.
He remained silent and motionless, and footsteps were heard outside.
Jiang Zhaoxue knew that it was Shen Yuqing who came back. She immediately looked at him coldly and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
Pei Zichen pursed his lips unwillingly. Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him closely. Pei Zichen looked at her nervous and angry eyes, and felt that his heart was about to explode at this moment.
Who is he?
He wanted to ask, who on earth is he?
However, he also knew that he had no right to ask this question. Who should he ask? How could he ask?
It was he who insisted and refused to let go. Why should he ask?
He struggled without saying a word, just looking at Jiang Zhaoxue's increasingly warning eyes. Just before Shen Yuqing appeared at the door, he finally closed his eyes and disappeared like the wind with the Yuanluo bow.
Jiang Zhaoxue's heart suddenly relaxed as he heard Shen Yuqing coming to the door.
The moment he entered the door, he paused. He raised his eyes sharply and only sensed Mu Jinyue's breath.
He felt something was wrong, but he wasn't quite sure. He could only watch Jiang Zhaoxue walk out of the gauze tent with a calm demeanor, and asked in a cold voice, "Who was here just now?"
"Your precious disciple."
Jiang Zhaoxue said sarcastically and sat down on the chair casually.
Shen Yuqing paused.
He didn't want to argue with her, so he raised his hand and closed the door.
They were the only two people left in the room. Shen Yuqing sat on a chair, seeming to be enduring something. Jiang Zhaoxue looked up at him and asked directly, "What do you want to ask?"
"nothing."
Shen Yuqing tried his best to control his emotions and said, "Do you really want to use the Yin-Yang Lantern?"
"good."
"This lamp consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy," Shen Yuqing advised. "It's just a maze. You can just look at it for a few more days and find the center of the maze and then get out. Why waste spiritual energy like this?"
"Because we don't have time."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke, and Shen Yuqing frowned: "How do you say it?"
"I received news that something strange will happen in five days, and we can get the God-Slaying Sword."
"Who told you the news about that evil cultivator?" Shen Yuqing asked immediately.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't answer, but only said: "It doesn't matter who told me. What matters is, why is it five days later?"
This question stumped Shen Yuqing. Jiang Zhaoxue pondered, "If it's set for five days later, then something must be changing. I can't be sure what the change is, so—"
"You have to go first."
"That's right."
Jiang Zhaoxue nodded: "Only by taking the enemy by surprise can we attack them when they are unprepared."
"But activating the Yin-Yang Lantern requires a huge amount of spiritual energy," Shen Yuqing still felt uneasy and frowned. "If you and I use up all our spiritual energy for this lantern, it might be a real trap..."
"So, I don't really want to turn on the Yin-Yang Yanyi lamp."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke nonchalantly. Shen Yuqing was startled. She looked at Jiang Zhaoxue picking up the lantern flowers and said nonchalantly, "I just want to lure the snake out of its hole."
Shen Yuqing was stunned and couldn't react.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't explain much. She just stood up, walked up to him, bent down slightly, stared into his eyes and said, "Do you believe me?"
Shen Yuqing looked at the person in front of him and remained silent.
Jiang Zhaoxue smiled, shook her sleeves, took the initiative to reach out, and pulled Shen Yuqing's wrist through her clothes, and said with a smile: "If you trust me, there is no need to ask more questions, just follow me."
As she spoke, she pulled him to stand up, led him to sit on the couch, and took out the Yin-Yang Lantern.
The lamp was hanging between the two of them, and Shen Yuqing finally came to his senses and raised his eyes.
"Did my father tell you how to use this lamp?" Jiang Zhaoxue was curious.
"My father-in-law was not pleased with me back then," Shen Yuqing's expression faded slightly, and he said softly, "I never said that."
"Then I'll teach you," Jiang Zhaoxue said unconcernedly, beginning to explain in detail. "This lamp is divided into two dragons, Yin and Yang. Your spiritual energy flows through these two dragons into my body, and as I circulate it through the body, the yin and yang energy mix, and then flows into the Yin dragon. I'll then flow through these two dragons and follow yours for another cycle, and the spiritual energy will flow into the Yang dragon. This lamp can store spiritual energy for two days, so we can store half of it tonight."
"good."
Shen Yuqing responded. Jiang Zhaoxue sat cross-legged, interlocked his thumb and middle finger, turned his hand upward, and placed it on his knees. Then he remembered something and looked at Shen Yuqing: "What do you want to ask me tonight?"
Shen Yuqing listened, looked at the clear-looking person opposite him, and then his eyes fell on the lamp. As if he had finally found the courage, he whispered, "Did you deliberately let that demon cultivator go today?"
Jiang Zhaoxue knew that he must be asking about this, so she answered frankly, "Yes."
"Why?"
"He saved me."
Jiang Zhaoxue said calmly: "He has saved me several times in the past eight years."
When Shen Yuqing heard the word "eight years", his heart sank.
It was clearly only eight years, but he always felt that it was much longer than the two hundred years.
"Shen Yuqing?" Jiang Zhaoxue asked in confusion when she saw that he didn't say anything.
"Nothing."
Shen Yuqing came back to his senses, his eyes fell on the lamp that was used to bless their marriage, and he said, "It's all over, let's get started."
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't understand the meaning of his words. Seeing that he didn't have any questions, she simply closed her eyes and said, "Okay, then you draw in the spiritual power first."
After hearing what Shen Yuqing said, she calmed down, closed her eyes, and slowly channeled her spiritual power through the two dragons into her body.
For many years, he had detoxified her every month. Even after eight years, he was extremely familiar with her tendons and veins.
In fact, the wood element spiritual root is compatible with the water element. He was very happy to communicate with her spiritually. He slowly explored his spiritual power, and the restlessness in his heart these days was slowly calmed down.
It seems like eight years have passed.
It's all passable.
He closed his eyes, feeling the spiritual power flowing from the Yin-Yang Instrument Lamp. The moment the spiritual power penetrated her body, the breath of ice spiritual power came over her like an overwhelming force, and he froze for a moment.
Jiang Zhaoxue noticed his pause and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Shen Yuqing was speechless. He tried his best to restrain the murderous intent that was about to explode. He held the magic formula tightly and suppressed the trembling in his hands.
He paused for a long time before finally speaking: "Jiang Zhaoxue."
"Um?"
"When we get back," he said with difficulty, suppressing the reluctance and slight tremor in his voice, "We will form a bond."
As soon as he finished speaking, he controlled his spiritual power and suddenly it surged in with extraordinary force.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly followed his spiritual power inside.
His spiritual power was pure and powerful, destroying everything in her body with ease. It fully nourished her meridians, and with its soft and smooth appearance, it wrapped the surging core, instantly crushing the spiritual energy left by Pei Zichen in Jiang Zhaoxue's veins.
When Shen Yuqing's spiritual power entered Jiang Zhaoxue's veins, Pei Zichen lay on the bed, looking at the bed curtains quietly.
He clearly felt the traces he left in Jiang Zhaoxue's body being crushed bit by bit by Shen Yuqing, and knew that it was Shen Yuqing's spiritual power entering Jiang Zhaoxue's tendons and veins.
In fact, he could cut off his perception of his own spiritual power, but he just didn't want to.
Even though he could clearly feel his spiritual energy being crushed by Shen Yuqing, as if his flesh and blood were being ground under a millstone, causing him to bleed profusely in pain, he did not want to retreat even a bit.
He kept wondering what they were doing.
Are they turning on the Yin-Yang instrument lamp?
Is it a fusion of spiritual power?
There are many ways to blend the Yin and Yang spiritual powers. Which one did they choose?
He couldn't help but have wild thoughts in his mind, and kept thinking about what he had done. He had kissed her, he had hugged her, and she would cry out loud when she was excited. Was Shen Yuqing the same?
In the past, he never thought about it, never dared to think about it, but at this moment, he was completely unable to control himself. Everything he did seemed to have changed his face, and every movement was like a knife, torturing him with suspicion and jealousy.
But none of this matters. The final scene will turn into the scene he saw today when he desperately rushed to the battlefield.
Jiang Zhaoxue stood on a high place, surrounded by green light, and cast a spell with his eyes closed.
Shen Yuqing protected her with 100,000 lightsabers, preventing those life-eating beasts from getting close to her.
That was a sword formation that he couldn't create.
One hundred thousand lightsabers made the few dozen swords he left for her seem so ridiculous and a drop in the bucket.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't notice anything unusual either. They were very close and worked together perfectly.
She could completely trust his sword formation and cast spells with her eyes closed, and Shen Yuqing would hand over his spiritual sword to her at the perfect time without her having to speak.
That's a tacit understanding that only comes after countless times of running-in, which takes two hundred years.
"You should call her Master's Wife."
"How can you, a disciple?"
A disciple, he is just a disciple.
We worshipped heaven and earth, signed a marriage contract, and did countless intimate things, but they were all fake.
Mirror flowers and water moons, a loft in the sky.
He has nothing, he has nothing.
His wedding was not witnessed by relatives and friends, and there was no blessing from the Yin-Yang Lantern. Everything he had was stolen or robbed. What did he have?
He stared blankly at the ceiling of the bed, tightly holding the orchid jade pendant she gave him.
This is all he has.
Thinking about the pearl flowers that caught his eyes when she lowered her head when she tied the jade pendant on him, Pei Zichen clearly realized -
The jade pendant hanging around his waist is the only truth he has fought so hard for.
But the reality was so painful that he had to close his eyes and sink into oblivion.
Ming sat in the hall, looking at the rising flames. He raised his hand, threw the pill, and said softly, "Master, you can start now."
As soon as the pills were put into the fire, smoke instantly rose up and spread throughout the temple.
Jiang Zhaoxue was sleeping in a daze. After the spiritual power flowed, she entered into a state of meditation and rested in the sea of consciousness.
In a trance, she felt a cold snake first kissing her legs, then winding up. The moment it touched her cheek, Jiang Zhaoxue opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a young man supporting himself with one hand, hanging above her and looking at her.
The room was dim, with only moonlight falling on the ground. He was only wearing a single layer of clothing, and his thin hair fell on her cheek, disturbing her breathing.
This man was extremely handsome, with sharp features and picturesque features. He looked like a sculpture of cold jade or cut out of white paper. When he wasn't smiling, he looked like the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains, a natural-born immortal.
The immortal raised his hand, the back of his hand slithering like a snake, gently brushing her face, and asked as if to seduce her: "Do you miss me?"
She didn't dare to answer, but she felt a vague figure sitting outside the gauze bed curtain.
She knew who it was.
The young man chuckled when he saw her nervous expression.
As if he knew exactly what she was thinking, he leaned forward slightly and slowly pulled out her belt. He then placed her hands on top of her head, his eyes devoid of a smile as he spoke slowly, "Why don't you dare answer? Who are you afraid of finding out? Master?"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue finally realized that something was wrong. She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the other party pressed her hand down, covered her mouth skillfully, and followed his rhythm, slowly and forcefully squeezing in front of her.
He felt her resistance, unable to control himself. Pain filled his eyes, and his tone was cold: "What are you afraid of? Afraid that he'll find out? Afraid that he'll be separated from you? But this is just a dream... well..."
He lowered his waist and couldn't help but let out a nasal sound. Jiang Zhaoxue's body suddenly tensed up, and the sound was suppressed between the palms of the person above.
A tingling sensation rose from his spine. Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him intently. He seemed to be unable to bear it either. He closed his eyes for a long time before finally suppressing his breath. He leaned on his side, and the rhythm was slow, one after another, heavy and deep, and he said in a hoarse voice: "He already has a lot."
"He has a clear path to immortality, has good mentors and helpful friends, and you and your young wife were married. When you got married, he had relatives and friends to see you off, immortals to witness your wedding, and your father gave you a wedding gift. You also love and respect him. He's had everything for two hundred years, and I have nothing. Can't I even dream?"
Pei Zichen couldn't help but get a little excited as he spoke. He suppressed her voice tightly in his palm, not letting her utter a single word: "I have no family, no relatives or friends, I have nothing, I only have you... but anyone can... except me. Look at me... Yaoyao..."
"Pei Zichen..."
Jiang Zhaoxue felt that he was out of control and his mind became scattered.
Her nails almost dug into his flesh, and she felt like she was about to be driven crazy by him, but she knew it was wrong, it was obviously wrong, not even in a dream.
"Pei Zichen," she was a little frightened and shouted in her mind, "Calm down!"
"sorry……"
Pei Zichen seemed to be completely deaf to it, forcing Jiang Zhaoxue to tremble all over. Pei Zichen trembled with her and closed his eyes.
Even when he lost control, his face remained calm. He only tilted his head slightly, like a crane stretching its neck, breathing fiercely through his nose. He tightly gripped her wrist, squeezing it tighter and tighter, and said hoarsely, "I won't go out... This is your sea of consciousness... If you don't want to, then let me go... If you are willing..."
He kept moving, slowly opening his jewel-like eyes, panting in the air, and looking at her with panic.
His eyes seemed to hold a bewitching spell that pulled her down. He looked at her for a long time, then leaned forward slightly and moved in front of her.
Jiang Zhaoxue's breathing became heavier, and he saw the completely uncontrollable aggression emanating from his purple-black eyes. He stared into her eyes, sensing her reaction for a long time before tilting his head, seemingly in disbelief. He said calmly and confidently, "You are willing."
In an instant, Jiang Zhaoxue's heart felt like it was pounding, her pupils shrank rapidly, and she wanted to retreat in a hurry, but he got there first and hugged her to death!
Her breathing became disordered and she was pulled deeper by him. Shen Yuqing noticed that her breathing was disordered and slowly opened her eyes.
What caught my eye was the woman's frowning face with a slightly flushed complexion.
She was obviously dreaming, and it was difficult for him to tell what she was dreaming about. The only thing he knew was that the moment he opened his eyes and saw her, he felt as if he had fallen into a lake filled with desire.
He stared blankly at Jiang Zhaoxue, like a flower blooming in the night. Desire surged up in his mind, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
This is his wife.
Two hundred years, it has been two hundred years, and it is about to come to the end. If she persists, she may really leave.
They would snatch her away, take her away.
This is his wife.
It should be his scent in her veins, it should be him who is kissing her, why... why can't he touch her?
He wanted her, and he could.
He couldn't help but lean forward, and for a moment he seemed to have forgotten everything. He closed his eyes and leaned gently towards her.
The sea of desire is surging in the dream, it means I have not yet woken up from a new dream.
The beautiful spring scenery outside the dream is the old memory of youth.
No, no!
Jiang Zhaoxue was in the midst of the surging sea of desire, and felt Shen Yuqing gradually approaching outside the bed curtains.
She knew clearly that it was impossible. Pei Zichen would never do such a thing.
Shen Yuqing would not do such a thing.
"go out."
Jiang Zhaoxue tried his best to stay awake and called out coldly in his sea of consciousness.
Pei Zichen closed his eyes and ignored him. Jiang Zhaoxue felt Shen Yuqing getting closer and closer. She felt like a taut bowstring, her heart beating extremely fast. At the critical moment, she shouted, "Pei Shicang!"
This name was like the sound of Buddha filling his ears. Pei Zichen opened his eyes instantly in the room, drew his sword at the same time, and slashed it across the neck of the monster that was rushing towards him, splashing blood all over the place.
On the other side, Jiang Zhaoxue opened her eyes at the same time and faced Shen Yuqing who was coming towards her.
Shen Yuqing was stunned and frightened, then regained consciousness in an instant and looked alert.
There were rustling sounds all around, as well as the exclamations of Pei Shulan and others and the sounds of swords.
Jiang Zhaoxue listened carefully and showed joy in her eyes: "Here it comes!"
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The author has something to say: It's extremely difficult to write with so many characters, and it's also a turning point that connects the past and the future. When the characters change, it's easy to have questions like "Ah, is he OOC?", and when there are twists and turns, it's easy to have questions like "Ah, so frustrating". When there are too many characters, it's easy to get confused, and when it's confused, it's easy to lose the sense of substitution...
So this volume is the most difficult to write in this article [chin-supporting]. I have always wanted to make it better but I can't, so I have given up now, and will just get through it and revise the whole article in the future.
Actually, I don’t know how to write the character of Mu Jinyue. I’m not very good at writing about female characters competing for favor, and it comes out weird when I write about them.
But Mu Jinyue's tea in the early stage was her camouflage color.
She has a very high status in the Nine Netherworld Realm. She has never worked in her life. She pretends to be weak mainly because she doesn't want to work.
So before, Xiaoxue used a cane to ask her to clean and serve tea and water. This was the greatest hardship she had ever experienced in her life. Every day she would greet Xiaoxue's ancestors in her heart and then turn around to continue serving Xiaoxue.
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