These words made Fu Changling feel a little embarrassed.
He didn't know how to answer for a moment, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally said, "I'm just afraid of him."
Yan Ming smiled and said, "Why I'm afraid? Only you know."
As he spoke, Yan Ming looked at the moon in the sky, then raised his glass, looked at Fu Changling, and said seriously: "Brother Fu, we will fight tomorrow and we may live or die. This last glass of wine is for you."
Hearing this, Fu Changling looked at Yan Ming in front of him with a clear expression.
He is still young and has a bright future. Fu Changling couldn't help laughing and raised his glass: "I will drink this glass of wine with you, but don't worry, you will be alive tomorrow."
"Brother Fu is so confident?"
Fu Changling paused, looking at Yan Ming before him. He suddenly felt as if the man's eyes were a bottomless whirlpool, sucking him in and leaving him somewhat dazed. However, the confusion lasted only a moment before he regained clarity.
"Of course."
Fu Changling clinked glasses with Yan Ming. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but repeat what Yan Ming had told him that year: "Since I promised to take you out, I will take you out."
"Then I'll leave it to Brother Fu."
Yan Ming said this, and drank the wine together with Fu Changling.
After finishing his drink, Yan Ming put down his glass and stood up to say goodbye. Fu Changling watched Yan Ming leave. He drank his wine, looking at the moon in the sky and the person under the moonlight.
The man was not wearing a crown tonight. His long hair was only half tied behind his head with a headband, making him look a little more relaxed.
Fu Changling looked at the man and suddenly felt a little confused.
He seemed to have suddenly returned to the Hongmeng Heavenly Palace many years ago, when he was the leader of the Immortal Alliance, and Qin Yan had passed away for many years.
He couldn't sleep even after Qin Yan's death. The only way to find peace was to go to places Qin Yan had been to and look for some traces left by him.
He remembered that year, he had completely built the Hongmeng Palace and came to Qin Yan's bedroom. His bedroom was very cold, with no walls on the sides. The walls were carved into a huge moon-shaped arch. When the moon was at its zenith, you could see the moon hanging outside the door of the Moon Palace, and the silver light spread over the black floor of the Dali Temple, making the whole room look cold and beautiful, just like him.
On the first night he arrived, he slept in Qin Yan's bedroom. In the middle of the night, he vaguely heard someone's voice. He opened his eyes and saw Qin Yan sitting by the moon arch, meditating quietly.
He didn't dare to make a sound, he just stared at Qin Yan's figure, motionless.
It was not until dawn that he opened his eyes and found that his tears had dried up.
At this moment, he was looking at Qin Yan in the distance, as if he was in a dream. He suddenly felt a little dazed, not knowing whether he was really reborn or it was just a dream.
The other person seemed to have noticed his gaze. He turned his head and his clear and cold eyes fell on him. Finally, he raised his glass and gestured to him.
Fu Changling was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, raised the cup in his hand, and drank it with Qin Yan.
Then the two of them went back to their rooms. Fu Changling slept on the small couch, Qin Yan slept on the bed, and Yan Ming slept in the next room. Fu Changling couldn't fall asleep. He looked at the moonlight in the distance, struggling for a long time before he said, "Qin Yan."
Qin Yan echoed in the dark night, and Fu Changling said slowly: "Actually, I shouldn't be afraid of you, right?"
Qin Yan remained silent as he listened to Fu Changling say, "I have no reason to be afraid of you. This is the first time we've met, right?"
After a long time, Qin Yan slowly spoke: "Yes."
"Qin Yan," Fu Changling felt a little sleepy as he listened to Qin Yan's voice, and said slowly, "We will separate after we leave Xuanji Secret Realm. Then we will go our separate ways and live our own lives well."
Qin Yan remained silent for a long time. Fu Changling slowly fell asleep. In his half-awake and half-dream state, he heard the man's cold and clear voice and replied, "Okay."
When Fu Changling woke up, Qin Yan and Yan Ming were already waiting for him.
He yawned and got up. Just after he finished washing up, he heard Wu Sisi's voice coming from far away outside the door: "Fu Lang~Fu Lang, are you awake yet?"
The sound made Fu Changling shudder, so frightened that he dropped the handkerchief in his hand into the basin. Wu Sisi rushed in and saw Qin Yan and Yan Ming, who were already prepared to meditate nearby, and Fu Changling, who had just washed his face. She took two steps forward, pinched Fu Changling's ear, and said coquettishly through gritted teeth, "Fu Lang~~ You're up so early!"
"It hurts, it hurts," Fu Changling quickly pulled Wu Sisi's hand away and said hurriedly, "It's better to get up at the right time than to get up early. Look, I just got up and you just arrived. Isn't this perfect? What did I miss?"
"Luckily you didn't delay," Wu Sisi lowered her voice, "otherwise I would have chopped you to pieces."
Fu Changling hissed and couldn't help but ask, "How can Master Ming Xiu tolerate you?"
Wu Sisi snorted coldly, turned around, twisted her waist and said loudly: "Hurry up, otherwise it will be too late to rush to the sacrifice."
Wu Sisi urged them on, and the group had nothing to prepare. Fu Changling hid the Ten Directions God-Slaying Formation in his sleeves and mixed in with the crowd as he walked towards the altar.
Everyone in the town seemed to have come out. As they walked onto the main street, they saw a bustling crowd. Fu Changling, Qin Yan, and Yan Ming walked together. Fu Changling walked in the middle and said in a voice transmission, "Do you understand what you are going to do in a moment?"
This wasn't a difficult task. They both replied, "Understood."
Fu Changling felt relieved, and the group followed the crowd and squeezed to the vicinity of the altar.
The altar was still surrounded by wooden cages, just as they had been when they arrived, but the monks they had seen in the cages before had now turned into bones.
Qin Yan and Yan Ming frowned at the sight, but Fu Changling was not surprised. He tapped the fan in his hand and observed the situation around him.
More and more people came. After the last person on the street entered the courtyard, the gate was closed. A moment later, the sound of drums could be heard from the surrounding area, and everyone fell silent. Then, a man and a woman walked up to the altar. They were wearing long, wide-sleeved robes that reached the ground, with colorful feathers on their heads and bells hanging from their hands and feet. The bells tinkled with their movements.
They walked up to the altar in a dignified manner, and then began to dance with specific steps to the chanting of four priests beside them.
The dance moves of these people were different from most of Yunze's dance moves. Fu Changling felt vaguely familiar with this dance move, but before he could react, he heard the sudden loud sound of drums. The sky seemed to be torn apart by light, and a man in black clothes and a fang-shaped mask slowly descended from the light.
As soon as the man appeared, everyone present knelt down quickly, their faces filled with an almost obsessive fanaticism. They kowtowed repeatedly, chanting the man's name in worship: "May the Holy Lord live forever! May the Holy Lord live forever!"
Fu Changling, Qin Yan and others were standing in the crowd, looking extremely awkward, but no one noticed them. They were all focused on the "Holy Lord" who had just appeared, and kept calling out to him.
The Saint slowly descended onto the altar. Fu Changling approached Qin Yan, opened his fan, and whispered, "Do you think this person was transformed based on Ye Lan's appearance?"
When Qin Yan heard Fu Changling calling "Ye Lan" by name, he couldn't help but yell, "How dare you!"
Ye Lan is the most respected sword master in Yunze. Fu Changling calling him by his name is indeed unacceptable and rude to a sword cultivator like Qin Yan.
Fu Changling shrugged his shoulders, straightened up, and fanned himself with the Qinggu fan in his hand.
Wu Sisi had already knelt in the crowd. Only Fu Changling and others were still standing, looking up at the Holy Lord on the altar.
The Saint opened his arms and chanted in a deep voice: "May the power of God—"
Everyone kneeling on the ground raised their heads, opened their hands, looked up at the sky, and chanted with the Holy Saint: "May the power of God—"
Seeing the appearance of these people, Fu Changling's face changed a little, and he couldn't help but tighten the small fan in his hand.
He was familiar with this scene; he had seen it before.
"Bath all living beings..." Fu Changling couldn't help but spit out the next sentence.
Hearing this, Qin Yan subconsciously turned to look at him. At the same time, the Holy Lord on the altar also raised his voice and shouted towards the sky, "Bathe all living beings!"
"Bathing all living beings..."
"May the power of God bathe all living beings..."
The sounds of prayers rose and fell in the square, and Fu Changling frowned.
This scene was exactly what he encountered that night when he received the news and went to Wuqiu Palace to eliminate the demon cultivators and capture Qin Yan.
This was the appearance of the Wuque Palace at that time. All the demon cultivators knelt on the ground and made similar prayers following the priests above.
Fu Changling's heart beat faster and the veins on his head jumped involuntarily.
The technique used by Shangguan Hong, the arrival of Qin Yan, the strange runes behind Shangguan Yuemin, and the prayer scene where he met Ye Yu at this moment...
At this moment, Fu Changling suddenly had an inexplicable intuition. He felt as if there was an invisible web around him, and he was the prey on the web, being stared at by a spider.
Fu Changling felt that he could no longer hear the sounds around him. His mind kept reviewing recent events. He always felt that he had overlooked something, as if something was quietly developing without his awareness.
An inexplicable uneasiness enveloped him. At this moment, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble, and a low voice shouted at them: "Strangers—"
As he spoke, Fu Changling and Qin Yan felt themselves being controlled by an invisible force. That force held him, Qin Yan, Yan Ming, and several other cultivators from outside hostage, and dropped them all onto the altar. Then, the Saint Venerable asked, "Outsiders, are you qualified to leave?"
After asking, a beam of light enveloped the monk closest to the Holy Lord. Before the monk could say anything, he suddenly screamed, then fell to the ground and was "sucked" to the ground in a strange posture.
He was struggling desperately, as if trying to get up from the ground, but many white and tender arms stretched out from the ground. They grabbed the monk tightly and pulled him back into the ground.
The bluestone altar actually caused the man to be pulled by those arms and sink into it little by little.
The monk screamed desperately, and Qin Yan's face changed drastically. He clenched his sword and looked up at Wu Sisi in the crowd.
"Help me! Help me!"
The monk was being pulled into the ground bit by bit. At that moment, Yan Ming seemed to be unable to hold back any longer. He suddenly drew his sword and stabbed at the Saint, shouting, "Die, old thief!"
Fu Changling's breath hitched as he saw Yan Ming rush out. He subconsciously moved, only to see a pair of wide sleeves blocking him. Fu Changling froze in his tracks. Qin Yan stared at him and said, "Trust me."
After saying that, Qin Yan drew his sword and rushed out. Fu Changling looked at the backs of Qin Yan and Yan Ming, took a deep breath, turned around, and jumped into the chaotic crowd.
Believe him.
Fu Changling decided to take a gamble and trust Qin Yan.
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【Small Theater】
Mo Shubai: So far, what do you think is the main content of this article? Can you talk about it from the perspective of plot, emotions, etc.
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