It's not like the youth travel (4)
"This morning, when I came out to prepare dinner, I saw the young master standing in front of your door. He refused to go in even though his clothes were wet. I asked him what was wrong, and he said he was just passing by."
Hearing this, Li Zhaoyue was stunned. An ominous premonition slowly rose in her heart.
"His hand was injured, too. Blood was dripping non-stop. And strangely enough, there was a puppet hanging from that injured hand. Maybe it was injured by the puppet strings? It looked quite pitiful."
"It seems like you two are already a couple. He's worried that the quarrel will cause you to not go in. I'm going to tell you the whole story. You young people have no sense of propriety in your quarrels. If..."
"What did he have in his hand?" Li Zhaoyue's eyes suddenly turned cold, staring at the old lady and demandingly demanding. The old lady stared at the young lady, who had just been so gentle and kind, suddenly acting so rudely. She gaped in surprise for a moment before repeating, "It's just a weird-looking puppet with a lot of silk strings..."
The old lady's words triggered a lot of thoughts in her mind. Why was Yue Jinhuan acting so strangely today? Why did Xu Xing suddenly go on such a long journey? These questions were like sharp blades, scraping at her flesh and blood, leaving unbearable pain.
Seeing that she was about to interrogate him, Yue Jinhuan quietly avoided her gaze and remained silent. As soon as Li Zhaoyue moved, the old lady saw Yue Jinhuan in the room and muttered, "This is really weird! How can there be two girls in the same room? Which one does this young man like?"
Li Zhaoyue turned around, gave her a gentle smile, and said patiently: "Thank you for telling me these words today, Auntie. I will listen carefully. Now there is nothing else to do, you can go and do your work."
People of this age always like to gossip. The old lady stared at Yue Jinhuan for a long time before reluctantly leaving. After she left, Li Zhaoyue immediately went into the house.
As she was about to enter the house, she tripped over something, looked down, and froze in place.
The quilts were neatly arranged and placed where she could see them as soon as she opened the door.
All the panic that had been forced down just now suddenly burst out. Li Zhaoyue's eyes flashed, and spiritual energy rushed into his body frantically. How could it be "rushed"?
She held onto the door frame, her fingertips turning white.
Seeing this, Yue Jinhuan ran over in a panic and shouted, "Li Zhaoyue, what's wrong with you?"
Her shouts were sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes soft, sometimes loud. Li Zhaoyue felt as if something had cut his eyes into pieces that he could not put back together.
According to her plan, He Shuyu would use the formation to absorb her power, and she should be "extracted" rather than "replenished".
"Xu Xing must have done something. He was leaving in the middle of the night that day and asked me to take good care of you before he left. This guy must have done something again!" Yue Jinhuan shouted in her ear.
"I will be going on a long trip for an unspecified period of time. I will then remove the restrictions on the house."
“It’s atonement.”
Her whole body was in pain, and powerful force kept pouring into her body. Something deeply rooted suddenly loosened, and her soul snapped and truly merged into her body.
"Why, why do you want to kill me?" Lou Yao's voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
In the pitch-black room, a dark figure stood by the window, completely blocking out the only moonlight. Lou Yao's face was filled with fear, and she stepped back, shaking her head.
"How could it be you? How could it be you?" Lou Yao screamed.
Xu Xing took off his veil, and his handsome face showed an indifferent expression. His warm eyes narrowed slightly, and he scanned her body inch by inch as if he were looking at a dead object.
"Why do you need to know the reason? Wouldn't it be better to just die?" The boy's voice was still so gentle, but the words he uttered were more terrifying than a poisonous snake.
"You have a heart that doesn't belong to you." Xu Xing said, approaching Lou Yao step by step with her favorite smile.
"No! No! You lunatic!"
The scene changed again, showing Xu Xing and Yue Jinhuan sitting in a teahouse. On the table in front of them was a pitch-black bone.
"There are three things we need to do now. The first is to find her heart and remains. The second is to take back her magic weapon from those dirty mortals. The last one is to welcome her arrival." Xu Xingdao.
Yue Jinhuan leaned back in his chair, a faint smile on his lips, and said sarcastically, "That's true, but where's your punishment?"
Xu Xing was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the calm water below. He said softly, "I will sacrifice my life to become the first step towards her resurrection."
Li Zhaoyue suddenly fell forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably. Yue Jinhuan's worried expression appeared before her eyes. She knew that she had just seen Xu Xing's memory. There was only one situation in which memory could be transmitted through power -
die.
She didn't bother to ask Yue Jinhuan to verify the authenticity of Xu Xing's words in the hallucination. She pushed away Yue Jinhuan's hand that was trying to support her and staggered out.
"Li Zhaoyue! What are you doing?!" Yue Jinhuan shouted angrily behind him. Li Zhaoyue stared at the formation floating in the sky. For the first time, he was controlled by violent emotions and couldn't help wanting to destroy it completely and make that person disappear from this world completely!
She had already picked up the "Don't Move" on the ground and floated it in the air. The long-lost seal book also reappeared, and the cone also floated in the air, emitting a faint golden light.
Li Zhaoyue stood in the center of this group of divine weapons and took out the Sword of the First Sun.
A blinding flash of golden light shattered the barrier above the floating island. The spirits who had been gathering around the barrier for days suddenly rushed in, and the streets were filled with wailing. Strangely, these spirits didn't attack mortals, but instead attacked the cultivators in an organized manner. Li Zhaoyue, floating high in the sky, watched coldly as the spirits and cultivators slaughtered each other.
The speed at which the power was flowing in had slowed down. She no longer had to endure the pain of having her marrow extracted and her skin peeled off, and she could concentrate on searching for the aura of the formation.
The entanglement between them is so deep that it cannot be solved by Xu Xing's sacrifice.
Uncontrollably, she imagined Xu Xing's death, the rage in her heart becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Yue Jinhuan flew into the sky, but landed far away from her.
"Li Zhaoyue, calm down!" She shouted, feeling the heavy divine power raging in the air.
Li Zhaoyue turned around and suddenly smiled. The smile was short-lived and carried a hint of devastation.
She said, "Have you ever wondered how she showed up and why she knows me so well?"
This question left Yue Jinhuan speechless for a moment. She stared at Li Zhaoyue's miserable smile, and an incredible guess slowly emerged in her mind.
"You...could it be..." Yue Jinhuan's blood froze and he squeezed out words in panic.
Li Zhaoyue turned the direction of the Sunrise Sword and broke through the formations in other directions. He said, "It's just as you thought."
In a short period of time, the formation that had occupied the sky above the floating island for hundreds of years was completely shattered, and the spirits completely entered the floating island. At the same time, the ground began to sink rapidly. With a loud bang, the floating island completely merged with the lower world.
From Yue Jinhuan's perspective, the edge of the floating island was gradually enveloped by a thick black mass, which threatened to spread upwards into the sky. One step in his plan had been completed. Li Zhaoyue, manipulating the First Sun Sword, struck the house beneath him with a fierce blow. The secret chamber, hidden beneath layers of protection, suddenly appeared before his eyes.
In the center of the blood-red formation, Xu Xing was dying. He Shuyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Li Zhaoyue in the sky with resentment.
Li Zhaoyue's eyes were indifferent. She just beckoned slightly, and Xu Xing floated up and floated to her side.
*
The Yiziyuan formation was completely ineffective. The ferocity of the spirits was too much to withstand, and several major academies lost many students in just a few hours. Even the most powerful Shuyuan Court was overrun by the spirits. Everyone had no choice but to flee to the remote Fengshui Court, living in a small space created by fengshui techniques.
With a formidable enemy at hand, and no news of the dean or senior brother, the Yizi Academy's fighting power was significantly reduced. Furthermore, many disciples had just witnessed the tragic deaths of their comrades, their emotions swirling. Morale plummeted, and everyone huddled together, trembling, their eyes filled with fear for the future and the spirits.
"I can't stand it anymore!" Xue Fuqing couldn't bear to see the ugly sight of those kendo disciples trembling in fear. Just as he was about to stand up and scold them, he was forcibly pulled down by Lou Guan beside him.
"Why are you getting involved in this trouble? Just stay here." Lou Guan looked at her reproachfully and pointed at the group of kendo disciples in the distance.
"These people used to look down on Feng Shui Courtyard, and now they're forced to hide here. I was already annoyed by them. The people behind us could have come in, but they were blocking the exit. It's disgusting." Xue Fuqing pouted, attracting a lot of attention. Lou Guan really wanted to beg this woman to stop and pull her away.
Xue Fuqing was right. Not only did the group of sword disciples stand by and watch the dying, they also arrogantly occupied the innermost, safest place in the space. Although the elders were dissatisfied, they had no choice. After all, Feng Shui techniques would eventually fail. When that happened, these sword disciples could serve as a decent fighting force to help resist the spirits for a while.
"Just keep these words to yourself. We're facing a powerful enemy, so don't cause trouble," Lou Guan advised with a bitter face. Xue Fuqing wasn't unreasonable, but he felt uncomfortable. After a few words of criticism, he fell silent.
"I don't know what happened to Wang Kun. We haven't had any news of him since he disappeared with the men in black." Xue Fuqing said in a muffled voice, looking at the compasses in the hands of the elders.
Lou Guan held his cheek, his eyes filled with deep worry. "He was always obsessed with predicting the future. A few days before he disappeared, he told me that he wasn't destined to die."
"I don't know how he knew that his fate was over."
Hearing this, Xue Fuqing had an idea. He secretly took out the compass hidden in his clothes and winked at him: "Wang Kun has always been smart. If we use Feng Shui to summon him, he will definitely respond if he is not dead."
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