Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Who else do you want besides me...
"You are not my junior sister, you are my Taoist partner."
Hearing these words, Ji Chu's brain buzzed and went blank in an instant.
"Empty feather floating flowers."
Meng Yuci continued:
"On the back of your neck is a floating feather flower, nurtured by my shamanic people with their souls. Giving you this flower is like protecting you with the power of half my soul. I will only give it to my Taoist companion and will never betray you."
"This flower on your body is mine."
Ji Chu's brain stopped working, and all sounds turned into fragmented single syllables, but her senior brother's long string of words still entered her ears word for word, making her dizzy.
She subconsciously touched the back of her neck.
Empty Feathers and Floating Flowers. She had seen them in the book of the Unruly Taoist. Wasn't this something from legend? How could it be in her possession?
The back of her neck... When did she get a bruise on the back of her neck?!
Ji Chu fumbled around for a long time, then realized he couldn't see anything, so he lowered his head and began to rummage through his storage bag.
Where’s the mirror? Where’s the mirror? She remembered there was a mirror in her storage bag…
Meng Yuci watched her movements quietly throughout the whole process.
The mirror was clear, clearly reflecting the light-colored flower on the back of the neck. The petals were layered and spread outward from the protruding joints, as if growing out from under the bones.
Ji Chu covered his head in horror, took a step back and squatted on the ground.
When did this come about?
How had she never noticed before?!
And there's this place. Ever since my rebirth, whenever I encounter danger, I feel a burning pain in the back of my neck. Could it be because of this so-called Empty Feather Floating Flower?!
How could she possibly have her senior brother's empty feathers and floating flowers? !
She has never had any improper relationship with her senior brother in her life? !
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through her mind, and the scene of the love poison in her previous life floated before her eyes little by little.
Every time she recalled this day, her memory was interrupted by the action of her senior brother pushing her away with a cold face. Only occasionally did she see a glimpse of her senior brother holding her in his arms, but every time before she could think about it carefully, she would forcibly cut it off.
But today, at this moment, touching the flower on the back of her neck, her memory suddenly returned as if her Ren and Du meridians had been opened. She could see with incredible clarity her senior brother's hazy black eyes, his bright red lips, the sweat slowly sliding down from the tip of his nose, the soft gasps that escaped from between his lips and teeth...
The warm breath hit the back of her neck, causing her to shudder, and she shrank more and more uncontrollably into the arms of the person behind her.
This action was like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, and she actively put her neck to her senior brother's lips.
Then--
The senior brother bit her, and she felt a burning and painful sensation at the back of her neck, as if something was breaking out of the ground.
But soon, this abnormal feeling was dispelled by the even stronger tactile impact, and she quickly forgot it completely...
Ji Chu's whole body stiffened, and he felt that the string in his head called "be polite and keep a distance" broke with a "snap".
No way, it can't really be because of that time...
Didn’t we agree that everything would start over again after rebirth?
Why is she wearing flowers from her past life?!
What about senior brother?
Brother, you have been with her for so long, must you have seen it a long time ago?
Does he also know that this is his flower?
Has he doubted himself for a long time? ! ! !
Meng Yuci looked at the person in front of him and didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face turned red little by little, and finally his whole head seemed to be steaming. He didn't know whether it was because of shyness or anger.
How can it be so red and steamy, like a cooked peach...
He was amazed at Ji Chu's change, not knowing why he had such an idea. He subconsciously reached out and wanted to touch her face.
Ji Chu reacted extremely quickly. He stood up and opened his hand with a "snap", as if he was hiding from something scary.
Meng Yuci was stunned for a moment, and slowly looked at his opened hands, looking a little dazed.
Ji Chu wanted to smile politely, but the expression he made was uglier than crying. He said to him stiffly:
"Are you sure this is your flower?"
Meng Yuci came to his senses and withdrew it without leaving a trace.
He nodded, his expression as calm as ever:
"good."
Ji Chu couldn't accept it.
She couldn't even tell whether she couldn't accept that the flower belonged to her senior brother, or whether she was worried that the flower might be discovered by her senior brother.
"Is it impossible to admit your mistake? Didn't you say that everyone in your witch tribe has a flower?"
Ji Chu was incoherent, unable to help but let his panic turn into anger and vent it on the ignorant senior brother in front of him:
"And what makes you think this is your flower? What if it belongs to someone else? You and I have never met before, let alone been partners. Can't you tell whether your flower is there or not?"
Meng Yuci frowned.
His expression was becoming more and more like that of his senior brother three hundred years later. He was clearly displeased by Ji Chu's reaction, but his tone was filled with helplessness.
"I won't admit my mistake. Although I don't know why."
"Whose flowers would you want besides me?"
Ji Chu: “…”
What's with this tone that seems to be "questioning the couple's infidelity"?
Isn't she angry now?
He doesn't know anything, why is he "unhappy"?
And this damn place, was it three hundred years ago, or was it some trick done by the Last God to harm her again?
He even brought up a senior brother and said some specious nonsense... to scare her?!
Not hearing her answer, Meng Yuci asked again:
"Why aren't you talking? Who are you suspecting?"
His tone was calm, but coupled with the dried blood on his face and body, as well as the decisive look he had just shown when he killed someone, Ji Chu inexplicably felt a chill.
Ji Chu's sanity gradually returned.
She finally discovered it.
The senior brother in front of her from three hundred years ago was more straightforward, more honest, and more murderous than the one she met later.
Perhaps it was because the senior brother at that time was in a dilemma of having to kill his own people, and he did not have the aloof, cold, self-possessed and indifferent attitude that he showed later.
——It’s also harder to fool.
If it wasn't that time travel really happened, allowing her to go back three hundred years ago, then the person who created this illusion must have an incomparable understanding of his senior brother three hundred years ago.
She must now calm down, figure out what is going on here, and what this "senior brother" is like, so that she can know what to do next.
As for the empty feathers and floating flowers...
Don’t worry, don’t worry, deal with your senior brother first.
As for how to deal with my brother...
Ji Chu had an idea in his mind.
Then she looked up and said to her senior brother seriously:
"I'm hungry."
*
By the fire, the senior brother was preparing food for her.
I don’t know what kind of meat it is, but it was cut into very thin slices, roasted over the fire until it was charred, and then wrapped into a thick and fatty roll. It makes people’s mouths water just by looking at it.
The senior brother has become the one who can only cut meat but not cook, but it doesn’t matter. This environment and these skills are perfect for barbecue.
Ji Chu took out some seasoning from his storage bag and dipped it in the barbecue.
——The seasoning was also prepared for her by her senior brother.
Meng Yuci looked at her with calm eyes.
He took off his blood-stained clothes and wore a moon-white robe that looked dimly warm in the firelight. His cold and lonely eyes also looked relaxed and peaceful, no longer as murderous as when they first met.
He accepted the fact that "Ji Chu was his Taoist partner" too well, even more than the fact that "Ji Chu was his junior sister".
Ji Chu couldn't quite understand.
But since she had made up her mind to leave, she couldn't continue to worry about these trivial things.
So, adhering to the life attitude of "eating a big meal when in doubt", he quickly put aside his emotional breakdown and turned his attention to "the life of his senior brother three hundred years ago", trying to find some way to leave this illusion.
"Why did the Last God want to possess the bodies of your witch clan? Why did they become possessed by demons? Also, have you heard of the Venerable Asanga?"
Meng Yuci answered them one by one, with an overly good temper.
Ji Chu then sorted out the whole thing.
The Last God is indeed as Zhongli Bai said, a new god that was born after the demise of the gods because they were unwilling to perish and their consciousness gathered.
The birth of every god has a mission, but the birth of this last god has nothing to do with ordinary people.
Its only mission is to resurrect the gods.
However, the gods were born from the telekinesis of the six realms and died due to the restrictions of the laws of nature, so they cannot be resurrected out of thin air.
The last god then turned his attention to the witches and shamans who had given up their divine power and had long since descended to the mortal world.
They are of the same bloodline and have demigod bodies. If they can take over the bodies of the witches, the gods can be resurrected using the bodies of the witches and shamans, and thus escape the punishment of heaven.
"What is it dreaming of? If Heaven is unfair, then it should seek justice from Heaven. Why is it killing innocent people?"
Ji Chu was indignant.
Originally, she thought that the unruly Taoist portrayed the gods as too despicable and completely lacked the nobility of the gods.
And now it seems that even God cannot escape the interference of emotions.
They will be afraid of death, yearn for life, and will do anything to achieve their goals.
How can a god who can only be resurrected by taking over another's body be qualified to be called a god?
How is this different from the devil?
She was so indignant, eating in front of him while being angry, which made Meng Yuci feel that he was not so lonely here.
He put the roasted meat on a plate and handed it to Ji Chu. He watched her swallow it viciously, then said:
"The priestess thinks the same as you do. In her view, anyone who harbors evil intentions and harms people is no longer a god."
"So she forged this sword of truth with her own hands."
Meng Yuci looked at Ji Chu with a serious look:
"Seeking the truth, it is actually the sword that kills gods."
*
Venerable Asanga looked at Meng Yuci, who was coming towards him with a sword and full of murderous intent, and in a trance, he thought he had returned to three hundred years ago.
He was like this at that time, embarrassed, humble, and insignificant, watching the so-called young master of witches, the so-called demigod, holding a long sword, slaughtering the entire witch clan completely.
A young man in white clothes stained with blood approached him with a sword in his hand, and the blood from the sword dripped onto his hand.
At that time, he almost thought he was going to die.
He was originally just a mortal who admired the glory of the gods, wanted to live forever, and wanted to become a believer in God.
I heard that the witches were originally a clan of gods. Although they have been exiled to the mortal world, they can still receive guidance from God.
So he spent all his wealth, killed all his servants and guards, and even cruelly abandoned his wife, children and widowed mother. He gave up everything in the human world and finally found this place after going through untold hardships.
But unexpectedly, he encountered the scene of the witch clan being exterminated!
He knelt on the ground, thinking that he would die here today.
But he actually felt it was an honor to die in front of the gods and among immortals!
Unexpectedly, Meng Yuci let him go.
"Go away. From now on, there will be no God in this world."
The young man said coldly, turned and left Yunchuan.
He even disdains to kill him!
He actually told him that there would no longer be a God in this world?
Why?
He is unwilling to accept it!
Why are some people born with the ability to hear oracles and achieve immortality, while mortals like him search hard, but in the end - find nothing!
Even death is not worthy of dying as a believer in God!
Fortunately, God had mercy on him and allowed him to find the "divine bones" in the blood-soaked Yunchuan and the destroyed temple of the gods.
The witches and shamans are indeed demigods. Even after death, they can still leave behind "tools" that can connect to the gods.
He swallowed the god's bone and saw the god's eyes.
Those were a pair of eyes that were calm, emotionless, and indifferent to all life in this world.
He voluntarily became a believer of God, and from then on he regarded God as his Lord, calling himself Asanga, and finding a way for God to return to the world.
God needs him.
Just thinking about this possibility made him tremble all over and feel ecstatic!
Venerable Asanga withdrew his thoughts and straightened his clothes that were torn by Shaowei Sword so that he could still feel the dignity of being a messenger of God.
He looked at Meng Yuci and smiled triumphantly:
"You can't kill me."
"I am God's messenger, and I follow the divine oracle. Traitors like you will only live under God's punishment for the rest of your life! Live in fear and uneasiness!"
Meng Yuci had no interest in discussing life with a madman. His face was sullen and he spoke coldly:
"Where's Ji Chu?"
Venerable Asanga smiled and said:
"She's the one the Last God mentioned, the one who killed the gods, right? Meng Yuci, you've been dormant for three hundred years, and you chose such a stupid and incompetent person?"
There was scarlet madness in his eyes:
"Kill a god? No one in this world can kill a god!"
Meng Yuci narrowed his eyes and cut off his arms with a sword, his voice still cold:
"You shouldn't have hit her."
Venerable Asanga could no longer maintain his composure and fell to the ground.
"Pray for the Last God to descend to the world, save this turbid land, and convert the hypocritical souls."
Venerable Asanga muttered in a low voice.
The next moment, he suddenly jumped up, and demonic energy emerged from his broken arms, like two long chains that claimed his life, trying to break the opponent's neck.
"I am the best believer in God! I am a hundred times more devout than you and your clan of witches!"
Meng Yuci watched his actions coldly.
"What kind of god is it? And what kind of messenger of God are you?"
"Those who do evil are demons, not gods."
After saying this, the spiritual power around him gathered, the Shaowei sword flashed with light, and frost and coldness spread everywhere.
Venerable Asanga was deeply hurt by his blunt and almost cruel words and immediately flew into a rage:
"Meng Yuci! You are the most hypocritical person. You are the perfect cage to trap her to death!"
"She will surely die, and you—"
"You can never kill a god!"
The sword flashed across, completely resolving the evil consequences caused by his soft-heartedness and carelessness three hundred years ago.
Venerable Asanga died.
Meng Yuci's heart was not as calm as he appeared.
He is scared.
I am afraid that I am really a hypocritical and cowardly person.
He was even more afraid that Ji Chu knew nothing about it and died because of him.
Dark clouds gathered above his head, lightning flashed through them like a dragon, and thunder roared from the sky, one louder than the other.
Meng Yuci clenched the sword in his hand.
He couldn't go through the tribulation at this time...
The Golden Immortal's thunder tribulation is a life-or-death experience.
If you can pass it, you can completely break free from the constraints of the mortal body and become a celestial being.
If not, all the spiritual power in his body will return to the world and nourish more lives.
In the eyes of others, as a cultivator, even if he died in a thunder tribulation, it was a fulfillment of his lifelong pursuit of the path, a complete end, and he would die without regrets.
But no one knows, above the Golden Immortal, is it an immortal or a demon?
Clear and turbid have the same origin, immortals and demons are one.
The Wuji clan was destroyed because of this, and he was the only one left.
But he was not sure whether he was a fairy or a demon.
…
It's a demon.
A voice in his heart said.
The reason you can still stand here, in front of the world, is only because you have cut off your fear and hidden it in that temple.
You've killed so many of your people, your hands are stained with blood, and the pain of each of them before death remains there. Are you truly righteous?
Do they really want to die?
The witches and shamans are of the same origin as the gods.
If God is evil, if God is guilty, then the witch clan, including you, deserves death...
——You will become a demon sooner or later.
Thunder struck from the sky.
The shadow of the temple gradually expanded until it enveloped him.
The heavy rain poured down like a river from the sky.
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The author has something to say: Ji Chu: This flower has a bug. Your flower is still on its body. Why are you so sure that my flower is yours? Maybe you recognized the wrong flower?
Senior Brother: What's the meaning of "flowers or not", I don't understand. Daoist partner, mine. [Shy]
My brother's preferences are very simple: Junior sister? Doubtful. Taoist partner? Absolutely convinced.
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