64 Chapter 64
Ning Caichen returned to Lanruo Temple and hid and wandered around in the maze-like ancient temple. He couldn't find Nie Xiaoqian, but was caught by the patrolling Aruo.
"It's you?" Aruo grabbed Ning Caichen by the collar and lifted him up, her blood-red eyes filled with surprise and confusion. "You're really the type to choose hell over heaven. Weren't you rescued by that swordsman? Why are you back to die?"
Ning Caichen was strangled by the suddenly tightened collar, and he struggled for a long time but couldn't break free. Finally, his face flushed red, and after a long effort, he squeezed out a few words with a weak breath: "Save... Xiaoqian..."
"Just you?" Aruo threw Ning Caichen to the ground with one hand. Seeing him choking and coughing, Aruo thought he was crazy. "You can't even beat me, and you still want to save Xiaoqian from grandma?"
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..." Ning Caichen sat on the ground, almost as if he was coughing his lungs out. Even so, he didn't utter a single soft word to beg for mercy. The look he gave her was filled with the awareness of certain death: "If I can't save her, I'll die with her. We must go together. I won't leave her alone in this hellhole!"
"Ha! You've only known each other for one night, yet you're so desperate for each other..." Aruo thought it was absurd: "Grandma is right, those who fall in love are all crazy and stupid!"
As she spoke, she inched closer to Ning Caichen, her fair fingers growing sharp red nails. "But I'm about to eat you alive. What a pity!"
Ning Caichen, who was only at the Qi training stage, was certainly no match for Aruo. However, after resisting for a few moves, he was clamped by Aruo again. Seeing the sharp nails getting closer and closer to him, he closed his eyes in despair.
A "swish" sound of something breaking through the air passed by his ears, and the sharp nails left deep scratches on the wall behind him. Ning Caichen opened his eyes in a cold sweat and was surprised to find that he was unharmed.
"What do you mean?" He looked at Aruo warily.
"It's nothing special. I've been trapped here for too long, and I'm just a little curious about so-called love." Aruo casually put away her nails and pointed at the corner behind Ning Caichen. "Just like him, I'm curious about how far you can go."
Ning Caichen also turned his head and found Yan Chixia, with a cold face, standing at the corner. It seemed that he had been following him all the time, with his right hand on the hilt of the sword. It was obvious that even if Aruo had really attacked him, he would not die.
"I've already sent a message to the sect, but it'll take time for them to get here." Even after being discovered, Yan Chixia's expression remained unchanged, as if he wasn't embarrassed at all. "You're too weak. Let me help you."
Ning Caichen: ...
"Then why didn't you just stand there and watch me get beaten?"
Yan Chixia: "If we act rashly, the noise will be too loud and will alert the enemy."
Ning Caichen: “…”
Yan Chixia: "You can't die. That female ghost has no killing intention."
Ning Caichen: "...Hey, you're not really following me out of curiosity like that female ghost said, are you?"
Yan Chixia looked away expressionlessly and walked over to the two of them. "Let's go now. Where is Nie Xiaoqian being held?"
Aruo's help was certainly not free. She took the opportunity to put forward a condition: "Both us and grandma have been trapped here for too long. I will take you to find Xiaoqian, and you have to help us get out of this hellhole."
At this point, she sighed quietly, her young face revealing a pair of weathered eyes. "This fool is the first man to come back and die on his own initiative. Maybe he can really bring me some surprises."
Even if I can't, it doesn't matter. I can just kill time.
"Deal." Yan Chixia agreed straightforwardly.
So Aruo turned around and led the way, smiling as if the previous tension had not existed, and even cast a coquettish glance at Yan Chixia: "You really are to my taste, little Taoist priest, follow me~"
Watching them make their own decisions, Ning Caichen said: ...
Doesn't anyone care about my opinion?
Xiaoqian, I miss you so much...
Aruo, who was originally a minor villain, smoothly integrated into the protagonist's team. Led by Aruo, they bypassed other female ghosts and went to the dungeon. After a series of slightly funny and thrilling adventures, Ning Caichen finally reunited with Nie Xiaoqian in the dungeon after going through untold hardships.
"Xiao Qian!" Ning Caichen rushed to the seriously injured Nie Xiaoqian with a distressed look on his face and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"
"Caichen? Why are you here?" Nie Xiaoqian was surprised for a moment, then her face turned pale: "Why did you come back? You big fool..."
"Xiao Qian, I will not abandon you. Whether we live or die, we will always be together!"
"Cai Chen..."
However, this touching reunion did not last long as it was interrupted by the Black Mountain Old Demon who rushed over after hearing the news. With the second confrontation between this villain boss and the protagonists, the whole story finally reached its climax.
"Aruo? You're here too?" The Black Mountain Demon looked at his two daughters standing opposite him with a heartbroken look: "You've all been bewitched by this hateful man!"
She gritted her teeth and looked at the two "culprits." The murderous intent in her eyes seemed to be real. Suppressing the resentment that was about to burst out of her body, she finally reached out to Nie Xiaoqian and Aruo:
"Xiao Qian, Aruo, Grandma knows you were just confused for a moment. Come over now, and I'll let bygones be bygones."
Nie Xiaoqian held Ning Caichen's hand tightly: "Grandma, I will be with him whether I live or die!"
Aruo thought for a moment and shook his head: "Grandma, you have been trapped here for long enough, it's time to let go."
"Let go? What can't I let go of? I wish all the men in this world would die!!!" Resentment surged behind the Black Mountain Old Demon.
"Grandma, if you really let it go, you wouldn't hate me so much!" Aruo couldn't help but persuade her, "There are good men in this world who can keep their promises. If you can see this..."
"Liar! They're all liars!" The Black Mountain Old Demon finally lost her mind and went completely crazy. Thick black branches extended from her body like tentacles and attacked in the direction of Aruo with fierce speed and offensive force. "He's just a liar who hid for a little longer! All men in this world deserve to die!!!"
At the critical moment, Yan Chixia's hand flashed with cold light and cut down the branch that was rushing towards him. He gently swung the sword in his hand, which was burning with ice-blue sword spirit, and took a quick step to block the several people firmly. Two flames seemed to burn in his black eyeballs, and his whole body was full of surging fighting spirit: "You are simply stubborn and recalcitrant!"
The two men soon engaged in a fight, and the Black Mountain Demon's uncontrolled tentacles pierced through the dungeon wall and grew outwards like crazy, absorbing all the nutrients they could.
"Liar! Give it back to me! Give it back to me! Give it back to me!" She kept screaming miserably.
Yan Chixia was also merciless. He lightly tapped his toes and soared into the air. He stabbed the long sword several times in a row, and dodged the attacks of branches in the air with a few flips. Finally, he landed steadily. He pinched the magic formula in his hand, and the spiritual swords floating behind him increased from one to countless, each one flashing a sharp light: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"
Countless spirit swords rushed towards the dead vines that covered the sky. The scene was shocking and grand, and the passionate music made people feel very excited.
In the past, everyone had only seen plays performed by ordinary people on stage. Who had ever seen such a realistic and wonderful "special effects blockbuster"? They watched it with complete rapt attention, exclaiming in amazement and unable to help discussing it.
"I'm confused. Such superb magic and fighting don't seem fake. Could it be true?" This is another guy who took the movie seriously.
"This little brother is amazing! His movements are so smooth and flowing, I can't do it!" someone said with admiration.
"It's more than just amazing. Isn't Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin the Qingfeng Sword Sect's unique skill? This person is actually a formidable swordsman?"
"He's already achieved this at such a young age. He's truly a young genius!"
"This Yan Chixia has such a strong sense of security! No matter how gloomy and terrifying the scene is, it will no longer be scary as soon as he appears!" This is the female cultivator who was amazed by Yan Chixia and blushed with embarrassment.
Just like in all superhero movies, the Black Mountain Demon was ultimately defeated by Yan Chixia's Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin. All the dead branches in his body were chopped off, and he was seriously injured, falling to the ground dying.
"In the end... or..." She spat out a stream of blood and glanced at Ning Caichen standing aside: "Tian Yan Sect... Ruthless Dao... No, no..."
Suddenly, her body fell backwards as if it had lost its last bit of life, and the last bit of consciousness silently penetrated into Nie Xiaoqian's body. Nie Xiaoqian felt her consciousness blurred for a moment, and when she woke up again, she found that the place she was in had turned into a shimmering lake.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around subconsciously and was instantly shocked: "Grandma?"
The woman in front of me looked even younger and more innocent. She was wearing a playful yellow dress, a small silver bell bracelet on her wrist, and a carefree smile on her face. It was obvious that this was my grandmother when she was young, a simple and happy girl.
The girl seemed unable to see or touch Nie Xiaoqian, and Nie Xiaoqian had no way to get more than ten steps away from her. After several days of testing and observation, Nie Xiaoqian finally confirmed that this was actually the memory of the Black Mountain Old Demon when he was young.
Why did grandma use her last bit of strength to put herself into this memory? When Nie Xiaoqian was puzzled, suddenly one day, the girl named "Ling'er" met a man.
"Miss, you dropped something." Also by the sparkling lake, Ling'er passed by a man one day. The man called her softly with a gentle voice and a gentle temperament. A small bell lay in his white palm.
For some reason, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't see the young man's face clearly, but she thought he should be quite handsome. The carefree girl showed a shy look for the first time, and the blush on her face was brighter than the brilliant sunset in the sky.
Nie Xiaoqian saw them fall in love, right beside this sparkling lake.
"Ling'er, there are three thousand rivers, but I only take one, a ladle to drink from. I, I will never let you down in this life!"
The man blushed and stammered as he swore. Ling'er was so nervous that she couldn't speak. They looked at each other with red faces for a long time. Ling'er took off the silver bell from her neck and gently tied it around the man's wrist.
"Ling'er, it's cold at night, be careful of catching a cold."
"Ling'er, today is your birthday. This is the longevity noodles I made... It's my first time cooking, so please don't laugh at me..."
"Ling'er, let's get married. I won't practice the Way of Mercy anymore. From now on, you and I will just be an ordinary couple. I'll hold your hand and grow old with you, okay?"
"Ling'er, how lucky I am to have you as my wife! Your smile is prettier than any fairy or goddess!"
"Ling'er..."
"Ling'er..."
"Ling'er, the Dao is ruthless. Now that I have killed my wife to prove my Dao, I can cut off my emotional ties and focus on cultivation in the future."
Nie Xiaoqian watched helplessly as the sharp sword mercilessly pierced Ling'er's chest. Her body fell limply, and her bright red blood flowed into the crystal clear lake, emitting a faint red color like ink.
Ling'er's eyes widened in disbelief, and she stared at the direction the man left until her death.
"Give it back to me... give it back to me... liar... give it back to me..."
It had been so long that she could no longer remember what she was asking for. It might have been the silver bell, or something else.
But she waited and waited, but the man never looked back.
【Author’s words】
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