Chapter 112: The atmosphere of ambiguity in the plum forest is high...

They left at night.

Wen Zhiyu seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened up. He talked incessantly and was extremely serious even when he was silent.

Xie Tingyu sat nearby and watched the show, without feeling anything special.

I was just silently planning in my heart how to die without any flaws.

The appearance of demons in Xuanyuntian was not deliberately suppressed. Presumably, the top leaders of Xuanyuntian believed that this matter could not be concealed. Spreading the news might cause the disciples to panic for a while, but in comparison, it was better to let them know about this matter from the very beginning.

The unknown is the scariest thing and it can most arouse fear in people's hearts.

Therefore, Xie Tingyu felt that Xuan Yuntian's response was a very good way of dealing with it.

If it was the Ghost Lord who came, Xie Tingyu didn't dare to imagine what she would do.

Xie Tingyu followed Wen Zhiyu. It was already late in the evening and Wen Zhiyu obviously had no intention of taking her for a stroll any further.

Instead, he directly summoned the flying sword. The Frost Mist Sword became larger and wider, and was stepped on steadily by him.

It was a chilly night. Several disciples who had been chatting with Wen Zhihe up and down the mountain in the Xingjie Hall ran out to see him off. Wen Zhihe smiled and nodded politely in response, then turned back to look at Xie Tingyu.

Xie Tingyu didn't seem to intend to stand on the same flying sword with him. The background sword energy of Tianxing Chixiao flashed, as if warning Wen Zhiyu not to have any bad intentions.

Seeing this, the man raised his lips, and the emotion in his eyes faded a lot.

It came over him again in an instant, and the surge of unknown emotions instantly drowned his peace.

"My nephews, please go back now. There is no need to see you off."

After hearing Wen Zhiyu's words, the disciples were reluctant to leave but turned back every few steps.

“They admire you very much.”

Xie Tingyu looked back in the direction of Wen Zhiyu's gaze. Wen Zhiyu looked at her profile with his peripheral vision, his pupils moving slightly.

He said self-deprecatingly: "They are all talented and have great opportunities, but their vision is not very good..." Wen Zhiyu paused and stepped lightly on the blade of the Frost Mist Sword.

The Frost Mist Sword soared into the sky, and a voice with laughter echoed in the air, which was blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye. "You can't tell that the person in front of you is a villain instead of a gentleman."

Xie Tingyu was slightly shocked by Wen Zhiyu's mockery of her.

There was no doubt that he was gentle and kind, but when had he ever shown such strong sarcasm in front of her before?

What's more, the person he was satirizing was himself.

It's simply unbelievable.

"Junior sister, why don't you leave? Are you waiting to hear the wailing of the Punishment Hall at night?"

The Punishment Hall likes to interrogate prisoners at night. The night is shrouded in darkness, with no light or brightness. This is the best time to destroy the prisoners' psychological defenses.

Wen Zhiyu's figure was about to disappear in the sky. Xie Tingyu frowned slightly and followed him.

A red shadow appeared behind the Tianxing Chixiao Sword.

Leaving a very obvious mark in the darkness.

All parts of Xuanyuntian were originally blocked by barriers, and the sea salt breath from Xuandu Sea could not blow in.

But recently, after the demons showed their true colors, this salty smell has been spreading everywhere in Xuanyuntian.

Unlike the smell of pure sea water, this scent can sometimes make people vomit when they smell it at the coast.

"Hold your breath and concentrate."

Wen Zhiyu's voice was clear and the air around him was dispersed the moment he spoke.

This smell actually has little effect on her. The decay in the Nine Abysses is spreading across the sky day by day, and that is the real evil.

But she could endure this, so how could she not endure this?

"Has something happened to Xuan Yuntian recently? Why has he changed so much? And Zuo Zicheng, he must have been following Zhong Jing these days."

"It's within my expectation that Junior Sister can see it, but...Xuan Yuntian's change is not just because of the demons. Sometimes, human nature is more terrifying than demons."

The Frost Mist Sword was suspended in mid-air. His voice was light and gentle, as if it would be blown away by the wind if one was not careful. Xie Tingyu moved closer and blinked unconsciously when he heard his words.

"Are you saying that there is a spy in Xuanyuntian?"

"Which of the five major sects doesn't have it? This has long been an unspoken fact in the cultivation world. No place is truly clean. It seems that some unknown small sects have more pure cultivation energy."

"They say they are cultivating immortals and leaving the secular world, but they have not yet ascended to become immortals. Who dares to say that they have left the mortal world? They are just bragging in the mortal world and portraying themselves as immortals who stand tall and proud. If people in the cultivation world hear them, it will be a huge joke."

There was disdain and hatred in Wen Zhiyu's words.

He does not discriminate when speaking of demons, nor does he show bias when discussing human ethics.

He may simply hate this world and everything equally.

This mental state of wanting to kill everyone is exactly what she is pursuing. Xie Tingyu agrees very much. Why can people enter the ghost house after death?

Isn't this equivalent to not being dead and having a second life in the ghost house?

After passing through the ghost house, a person's soul enters the reincarnation. If it does not stay in the ghost house or successfully enter the reincarnation path, it can only fall into the nine abyss to be tortured or be completely destroyed, erasing the last trace from this world.

"You are so resentful that it bothers me." Xie Tingyu sighed.

"The Qingyun Club is about to begin. Do you need to prepare for it during this period of time?" Wen Zhiyu smiled and changed the subject.

The news about Qingyun Society has indeed spread far and wide recently. Xie Tingyu can hear it everywhere in Xuanyuntian.

"Can I not go to Nebula Academy?"

Xie Tingyu suddenly mentioned this, Wen Zhi thought for a moment, "Logically, you should go to Xingyuan, but now Xingyun Academy is the focus of observation of the Xingjie Hall, and no one will say anything to you even if you don't go."

"Very good." No wonder Wen Zhiyu never mentioned going to Nebula Academy again during these days since she returned to Xuanyuntian. Thinking about it this way, it seems that she had been there several times when she first entered Xuanyuntian.

I encounter different troubles every time, and I get tired of it over time. I feel annoyed when I think about it.

Of course it's best not to go.

Xie Tingyu nodded, and she didn't ask what happened.

But there are indeed quite a few lecturers who have come out of the Xingyun Academy.

You can find out by just asking around.

Wen Zhiyu wasn't hiding it from her.

"There is a plum forest ahead. Logically, it shouldn't be obscured by the fog." Wen Zhiyu threw down the red silk on his shoulder.

There is only one small bone bell left at the end of the red silkworm. Originally there was one at each end, but now there is only one at the other end.

Xie Tingyu subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch the bone bell on her neck, but the bone bell did not ring. No sound could be made even if she touched it.

Wen Zhiyu seemed determined to take her to Merlin.

His eyes remained on her and did not move away.

Without saying a word.

Just wait for her to make some move or speak.

"What Merlin?" Xie Tingyu asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Wen Zhiyu's eyes brightened visibly, as if he had been waiting for these words.

Xie Tingyu felt it and was speechless.

But there is Merlin in Xuanyuntian? She hasn't heard of it in the past year.

"This Merlin is not open to outsiders, so not many people come here. It can even be said that the number of people who know about the existence of this Merlin is less than a handful of people."

Wen Zhiyu walked to a bamboo forest.

The four seasons in Xuanyuntian are different from those outside. The time of the seasons is reversed, and the change of spring, summer, autumn and winter does not follow the common sense.

It was winter now, and there was a hint of snow in the bamboo forest.

Winter snow weighs on the branches, frost and snow cover the spring.

There were snowflakes hanging on the bamboo leaves. Xie Tingyu couldn't help but raise her hand to touch them, and the snowflakes were instantly melted by her body temperature.

It turned into a few drops of water and fell on the fingertips.

Xie Tingyu shook lightly, and the water drops fell to the ground.

Wen Zhi smiled, and when Xie Tingyu had seen enough of Zhu and turned around, he raised his hand and drew a crack in the air.

He tore the crack open casually, stepped aside, looked at Xie Tingyu's expression, turned around and walked forward.

Xie Tingyu originally wanted him to go in first, but Wen Zhiyu was so self-aware that he had already gone in to make way for her.

Wen Zhiyu knew that she didn't trust him until now.

He didn't know why this junior sister had been wary of him from the very beginning, and even immediately cast a love spell on him when they met for the first time.

This strange spell was cast upon him.

This is warm and unexpected.

In addition, Xie Tingyu had a lot of murderous intentions towards him. At first, she couldn't always hear her inner voice, but from just a few sentences, she could catch Xie Tingyu's murderous mutterings.

Even after being together for a year, Xie Tingyu still hasn't opened up to anyone.

So what if it's a heart-wrenching thing? In her eyes, it's still just a show.

The smiles on his face, both warm and wry, became much more stiff.

In the plum grove, the mist is lingering, like a dream.

The moment I walked in, before my eyes were focused on the plums, the fragrance already hit me.

Each wax plum tree is tall and vigorous, with branches full of bright golden wax plum blossoms. They bloom proudly in the cold wind, emitting bursts of refreshing fragrance.

The only thing that is similar to the bamboo forest outside is the snow covering it.

If no one had opened up this world, who would have known that there was a beautiful world hidden in this bamboo forest.

I kept walking, and my feet sank easily into the soft snow.

Xie Tingyu raised her eyes and a slender hand stretched out in front of her.

Xie Tingyu rubbed her fingers and found her hands were red from being frozen. Although monks should not be afraid of the scorching heat or severe cold, she did not use her spiritual power to protect her body, but let the cold wind blow through.

With her hands exposed to the snow, she curled her fingers, which suddenly felt numb. Xie Tingyu stared at Wen Zhiyu's hands in a daze.

Wen Zhiyu's fingers moved slightly, "Stretch out your hand."

Without any hesitation, Xie Tingyu stretched out his hand and was about to touch Wen Zhiyu's fingertips.

Wen Zhiyu placed two red stones in her palms, and the warm touch immediately warmed her palms.

There was no contact between her hand and his fingertips.

He had no intention of holding her hand, so how embarrassed must she be to see her hesitation in his eyes?

Xie Tingyu smacked his lips.

Turning my head, I saw a branch of plum blossom swaying quietly in the cold wind on the side of my cheek.

The snow above is beautiful.

Xie Tingyu raised her hand and carefully plucked the branch of plum blossom. When she came to her senses, she stood there in a daze, holding the branch of plum blossom in her hand.

"I didn't mean it..." She was about to explain, but before she could finish her words, she heard the person next to her suddenly laugh. The voice was gentle and soft, and the sound of laughter was just right.

"If you like them, pick all these plums."

He was too tall, so he could only lower his eyes slightly when looking at her. Xie Tingyu didn't like his condescending look, and he knew it, so he bent down on purpose, with his hair blown up in the cold wind.

Many snowflakes fell on his jet-black hair. His body was always cold, as cold as an ice cube. Even in this situation, he still had to pretend to be a gentle gentleman.

As Xie Tingyu heard his words in her ears, she subconsciously recalled the line "If we could get wet in the snow together one day, we can grow old together in this life."