"Pooh!"
"Pooh!"
"Pah! You're really going to argue with me, aren't you!"
Qu Xiu dusted off his sleeves, finally able to see through the swirling dust to recognize who he was fighting against: "Fan Zifan? What are you doing here?"
"Who are you?!" Fan Zifan turned around, his face as black as charcoal.
This wasn't because his complexion was off, but because his face was covered with a layer of black, mud-like substance from the lake.
"Qu Xiu!" Qu Xiu called out, "What are you doing here?"
After saying that, he suddenly felt like a fool. "Right! What else could possibly be able to get in here? Wen Jingge's foolish apprentice couldn't get in."
Fan Zifan glanced at him groggily and yelled, "What did you say! I can't hear you!"
The air was filled with the smell of saltpeter, as if a pharmacist had accidentally broken his furnace while refining elixirs. The smoke was pungent, but if they didn't move forward, no one knew where the only path lay.
"Hey!" Qu Xiu wanted to catch up quickly, but it was as if he had drunk a slow-acting potion, and he could only watch helplessly as Fan Zifan disappeared in front of him.
Visibility was very low here, and the only living creature had already slipped through his fingers, so Qu Xiu had no choice but to find another way out.
His memories were incomplete, but he knew that Fan Zifan, who had no memories at all, must be a divine messenger, an existence different from his own.
After everything in the heavens is restored, the memories of those who descend will be erased, but this does not include divine servants, who will remain on their bodies and sleep eternally with their respective gods in the so-called heavenly palace.
"Sawadika!"
"Ah!" Qu Xiu stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move. It felt like something soft was being placed on his shoulder, moving towards his neck. He shuddered and slowly turned his head. "Ah!"
"Hey! I'm asking you, are you all alone?" Wen Jingge extended what she thought was a kind hand, but Qu Xiu was so frightened that he took two steps back. "Huo! Stay away from me!"
"This is the fire of the phoenix, what are you afraid of?"
"I...I am a soul!"
“Me too!” Wen Jingge twirled around, pulling her skirt, then grabbed Qu Xiu’s hand and tried to pull it inside: “Look, I’m perfectly fine.”
"Get out! I'd be a fool to trust you again."
"I brought NIO along, so you correspond to him, right?"
"So what! Amitabha Buddha, evil spirits, begone!"
Wen Jingge sighed, rubbing her forehead, "What kind of move is that?"
"Mind your own business! As long as it works! Stay away from me, you have ulterior motives, don't come any closer!"
"Baby! I miss you. What do I miss about you? The nights I spend with you."
Qu Xiu: ...
The familiar taste, the familiar recipe, it's still the same Wenjinge.
As always, it's a rip-off.
"Baby! I missed you too!" Qu Xiu bypassed the flame in her hand and ran behind her, only to find that he had missed her.
"You have the desire and the courage to steal, while NIO has neither the desire nor the courage. You two are a perfect match."
"What are you talking about?" Qu Xiu chuckled awkwardly and took two steps back, just as he felt as if he had bumped into a thick wall. "Wen Jingge! My master told you to protect me!"
"He is still my junior brother."
"He's not! He used to be Tianji! Tianji stole his right to use the body!" Qu Xiu said vehemently, then kindly advised, "Considering how well we know each other, you haven't compensated me for Qinghe Mountain yet, so please help me, okay?"
"NIO! What do you think?"
The current order is already reconstructing the divine system of yesteryear. Wen Jingge only dares to cause trouble in the lower realms. As for how these gods will behave, she has no influence over them.
NIO blinked, as if pondering, "What do you think I should think?"
"Lie down," Wen Jingge said.
NIO: ...
"You lie down too."
Qu Xiu: ...
"And then?" the two voices asked in unison.
"Then, hand in hand, let us create a better tomorrow together."
Qu Xiu: "Let's have a fight!"
NIO: "I...think so too!"
"let me!"
Qu Xiu and NIO: "Let's beat her up together!"
NIO looked at Qu Xiu with a hint of confusion. Just now, he seemed to have overlooked something. "Why are you mimicking my speech?"
"You're the one who's imitating me! Bah! We're the same person, it's hard to say who's influencing whom."
"So, which of you two is influencing the other?"
“Shut up!” NIO, Qu Xiudao.
When they saw who it was, the two were shocked. "You! How did you get here?"
"Um?"
Wen Jingge turned her head and saw Liang Si, who was swollen like a ball, rolling over. He looked somewhat like an onion when she was called away by NIO.
"My goodness! Is this my little Liang Si?"
"What do you think?" Fan Zifan crawled after the big ball. "What are you still standing there for? Don't you feel sorry for your apprentice?"
"It hurts! I'm trying to figure something out, aren't I?" Wen Jingge tentatively rummaged in the coffin that no one else could see. "By the way, Senior Brother, why did you come up here too? Did you come up as a spirit?"
"No!" Fan Zifan said irritably, "That kid Ai Fengling has gone crazy. Be careful when you go back."
There were too many people around, and he wasn't sure if he should say anything. He didn't reveal that Ai Fengling had become a demon, and he was unaware that everyone present had some connection to the demon race.
"Oh." Wen Jingge nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly asked, "Aren't all the junior brothers just as crazy? Of the four swords Master had back then, apart from the one held by the third senior brother, they were all probably insane."
“No!” NIO rolled her eyes. “I’m a coward.”
"But my true self! Back then, you were sealed away, and the one who lived outside in your place was Tianji, who was also a madman."
NIO: "Shut up!"
Qu Xiu: "Okay, okay, I can't be angry with myself. I'll give in to you. After all, you're my true self, aren't you? Darling, I'll spoil you!"
NIO shuddered, but Qu Xiu's words were like a persistent leech, impossible to shake off.
Wen Jingge glared at the two of them with a sour look on her face. She glanced at Wei Lai, then looked at her own disciple, "You two are together now..."
"No! Don't talk nonsense!" the two voices said in unison. "Don't slander us!"
"Fine!" Wen Jinge kicked out, knocking Liang Si unconscious in his spherical form. "You two, use your clever little brains to think of a way to separate Tianji's clone from my disciple's body."
"I can't tell them apart," came the voices of the two, which sounded like conjoined twins.
"An elixir of immortality! Yes! The elixir of immortality should work." Fan Zifan, still mindful of his mission, seized the opportunity.
Ai Fengling was right. In this world, from the moment he met Wen Jingge, his only concern was her life or death.
Even though he has made countless decisions over the centuries, he always finds himself thinking of her good qualities.
He didn't care whether Liang Si lived or died; he only wanted to leave the elixir of immortality for Wen Jinge in case of emergency.
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