"Aaaaah! You unfilial son, you dare to kill your father, you'll die a horrible death!"
Ye Sisi's lips curled into a mocking smile. Look at people, they can make up a whole bunch of excuses for doing things that are worse than pigs and dogs, but when it comes to themselves, they show a completely different face.
So what's so good about this world? Why would such a good fifth senior brother sacrifice himself for her and for the so-called common people? Is it worth it?
Ye Sisi knew that her mindset was wrong, but the most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart, and she herself was no exception.
Why weren't these deserving people the ones who died? Why was it her senior brother who died? Why do good people not live long, while evil ones live for a thousand years?
There's another saying: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." But on what basis?
Good people can do countless good deeds and still not necessarily become Buddhas, while bad people can become Buddhas instantly just by laying down their butcher knives. Isn't that ironic?
I don't know who came up with these bullshit theories; they're just utter nonsense.
She watched silently as Xiao Zhouliang thrust his sword at the Foundation Establishment male cultivator again and again. In fact, he didn't thrust that many times, mainly because he was still young and didn't have enough strength.
When he was about to stab for the fifth time, Xiao Zhouliang directly plunged Wuhen into his scumbag father's heart.
After doing everything, he came to Ye Sisi with trembling hands and tears streaming down his face, looking as if he wanted to kneel down and kowtow again.
Ye Sisi helped him up and looked at the two women in the room: "No need to kneel before me, bury your mother and grandmother first."
Xiao Zhouliang nodded, and Ye Sisi, seeing that the two children were pitiful, decided to lend a hand.
She had noticed before that there were several memorial tablets in this somewhat dilapidated room. Some had names on them, and some didn't. The tablets without names were obviously newly placed.
She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she looked down and asked Xiao Zhouliang, who had just wiped away his tears, "Why does your family keep a blank memorial tablet?"
Generally speaking, ancestral tablets are enshrined in the ancestral hall, but this family's conditions are not very good. It is understandable to place them in the main hall, but it seems a bit strange to have a blank tablet.
Xiao Zhouliang looked at the memorial tablets, sniffed, and said, "Replying to Fairy Sister, these memorial tablets are also dedicated to immortals. It's just that we can't write, so we'll make do with blank tablets for now. We're thinking of asking a scholar to write the inscriptions later."
Ye Sisi was full of curiosity. It was the first time she had ever seen a mortal erect a memorial tablet for a cultivator. What an immense favor that must be!
Xiao Zhouliang glanced at Ye Sisi, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Fairy sister, I actually think you look a lot like one of the immortals, except that your hair and eye color are different."
Ye Sisi almost choked on her own saliva when she heard this. No, why does this little kid sound like she is talking about herself?
She composed herself and asked seriously, "Why do you offer memorial tablets to cultivators? Is it because they helped your family?"
Little Zhou Liang nodded vigorously, his round eyes filled with reverence: "Those immortals not only helped us, they saved everyone in the world. Fairy sister, you should know them too, they are the immortals who appeared in the sky a few days ago. I only remember that the red-clothed immortal was named Bai Luochen. As for the one who looks like you, I don't know his name."
Looking at the bright-eyed Zhou Liang and the little girl nodding beside him, Ye Sisi couldn't help but feel her eyes well up with tears. She turned her face away without making a sound and held back the tears that were welling up.
For some reason, the resentment in her heart dissipated a lot. She silently said to herself, "Fifth Senior Brother, did you see that? Someone remembers you and even set up a memorial tablet for you. You've become a great hero. Aren't you especially happy?"
Seeing that Ye Sisi turned her face away and didn't react after listening, Xiao Zhouliang felt uneasy and a little uncomfortable.
In his mind, people should be grateful and repay kindness. Those immortals were willing to give up their lives to fight against that bad guy, so they were all his benefactors. Shouldn't he also be grateful to the cultivator in front of him?
But why did she remain silent after listening? Could it be that she had a grudge against the immortals?
Oh, did he say something wrong? What if the fairy sister gets angry and slaps them to death? He shouldn't have said so much.
While Xiao Zhouliang was thinking about all sorts of random things, Ye Sisi suddenly turned around, reached out and touched the two children's heads, and looked at them very seriously, saying, "Thank you."
Thank you for remembering him. Thank you for the existence of people like you in this world who are worth protecting.
Zhou Liang and Zhou Xiaomei were both completely bewildered, not understanding why the fairy sister who saved them was thanking them; they should be the ones thanking her.
Just as Ye Sisi was about to pull her hand back, intending to help them bury their loved ones, she noticed something amiss.
It seems that both children have spiritual roots, and Zhou Liang's body has so much yang energy! My goodness, Zhou Liang is actually a pure yang body.
If the Pure Yang Body isn't one in a hundred years, it's still a very rare constitution. If it's nurtured patiently, it will definitely become a rising star in the cultivation world when it grows up.
Although Zhou Xiaomei does not have a special physique, she does have spiritual roots, and she has two spiritual roots. Although she is not considered to have the best talent, she is still quite good. Moreover, the Heavenly Spirit Sect does not accept disciples based entirely on talent.
Unexpectedly, Ye Sisi's aimless wandering around yielded such a surprising result.
Composing herself, Ye Sisi said, "I know their names. Do you need me to write them down for you?"
The eyes of Xiao Zhouliang and his sister sparkled as they nodded vigorously together.
The five empty memorial tablets were probably for her, Bai Luochen, Lin Shuangluo, Ye Shubai, and Gu Yunyan. She carefully wrote down their names, but on the last tablet, she didn't write her own name, but instead wrote the three characters "Zhao Anran".
We can't erase someone's contributions just because they weren't on camera. Although Zhao Anran didn't say much, she could imagine how much she would have to endure fighting against the cheat code given by the Heavenly Dao. Speaking of which, she was quite lucky. Although she didn't have any cheat codes, she didn't have a system that betrayed her and kept messing with her.
As expected, all those wish-fulfillment novels she read were lies. There's no such thing as a bloodless path to cultivation. Especially now, many protagonists can do whatever they want and never die. If only she could transmigrate into a novel where she could live well no matter what she did and even help those around her take off. Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world, and this is her fate.
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