Chapter 77 Spending a Lifetime Together vs. Shattered Illusion, White Hair Intertwined, Life After Life...
Wen Yinhe's acting was so good that Xiao Jue momentarily thought he had really lost his memory.
When Xiao Jue realized that this was all an act, he couldn't help but glance at Lu Huaijin.
Lu Huaijin gave him a very subtle look, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile, even a little sly and mischievous, clearly indicating that this matter was inextricably linked to him.
Xiao Jue: "..."
I don't know what game these two young lovers are playing, but he just goes along with it.
Before he could respond, Wen Yinhe seemed to remember something, propped his head up with his hand, frowned and apologized, "I remember now, it was my old title... Sorry, I was talking nonsense just now."
"It's alright." Xiao Jue glanced at him with admiration, thinking to himself, "He's such a good actor, and he loves to act. No wonder he's a movie star."
The screen was almost flooded with question marks from the comments, and everyone was extremely uneasy.
However, what followed was so rapid and dazzling that their minds couldn't keep up.
Another ten years have passed, and I am now fifty years old.
Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin's temples were completely white, and even their originally jet-black hair was now streaked with white, like a few snowflakes that had fallen.
Fine lines appeared at the corners of their eyes, their skin was no longer as smooth and delicate as it had been in their youth, and even the backs of their fair hands were wrinkled, like crumpled paper that could no longer be straightened.
However, the love in their eyes did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it grew stronger and deeper with the passage of time, hidden deep within their profound gazes.
Like a jar of aged wine, no one knows how mellow and rich it is until it is opened.
After Wen Yinhe finished performing a sword technique that was exactly the same as it had been ten years ago, he leaned against a tree and breathed heavily.
A fallen leaf landed on his shoulder. Lu Huaijin put down his book, smiled, and stood up to brush it off for him: "It seems you're a step behind compared to back then."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yinhe froze, then nervously gripped Lu Huaijin's hand and asked with a wronged expression, "Will you despise me?"
Lu Huaijin feigned deep thought, raising Wen Yinhe's anxiety to a fever pitch. His eyes grew increasingly pitiful before he lightly nodded his chin, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and slowly replied:
"As for this question... how about I answer you in bed tonight, so you can experience for yourself whether I dislike you or not?"
The next second, a grown man with white hair blushed in public, his ears burning, which made Lu Huaijin laugh heartily, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became even more obvious.
Even though Wen Yinhe was already in his fifties, he still couldn't resist his lover's teasing and flirting.
He thought that when the two of them were really fifty years old, their relationship would be no different from it now.
One was being funny, the other blushing.
I've heard the same sweet nothings for decades and never get tired of them; I've seen the same faces for decades and never get enough of them; my heart, which has been teased for decades, still races and makes me blush time and time again.
He thought he would be defeated like this for the rest of his life.
Just as the two were deeply in love, Xiao Jue received his lines from the director team, stepped into the familiar courtyard once again, and looked at Wen Yinhe with a complex expression.
"Do you still remember... who Immortal Venerable Lanxue is?"
This time, Wen Yinhe didn't even seem stunned; he merely frowned slightly, looking completely bewildered.
"Who is Immortal Venerable Lanxue? She sounds like a legendary cultivator?"
The screen was filled with "Holy crap!" comments, completely dumbfounded.
Xiao Jueming knew this was all an act, but he still couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. He licked his lips and, following his mission, pointed to the rusty sword in Wen Yinhe's hand and asked:
"Then what is this?"
Wen Yinhe raised his sword with a puzzled look and performed a beautiful sword flourish. He felt that Brother Xiao was acting very strangely today, and chuckled, "Isn't this just an ordinary sword?"
Xiao Jue got goosebumps and couldn't help but look at Lu Huaijin again.
Lu Huaijin's smile was even deeper than it had been ten years ago. His eyes narrowed slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was low and meaningful:
"Brother Xiao, your face... remains as handsome as ever for ten years, as if it hasn't changed at all."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jue knew that he wouldn't need to appear in the following episodes.
As he was leaving, Xiao Jue couldn't help but think, "Birds of a feather flock together, they're both such good actors."
This also opened up a side business for President Lu.
[Ah...wait, wait...I think I vaguely realize what's going on! The Immortal Venerable's memories of the cultivation world seem to be fading; he seems to think he's just a mortal!]
[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Who remembers the night of the Lantern Festival, after the two parted ways, the Demon Lord suddenly cast a spell on this house! So that spell was actually cast on the Immortal Lord!]
[Is the Demon Lord envious of mortal life, so he wants to experience spending a lifetime as a mortal with the Immortal Lord? This is a bit heartbreaking (tears welling up)]
Just as the comments on the screen predicted.
Another ten years passed, and he turned sixty.
Wen Yinhe has returned to his white hair, but he is no longer the handsome and refined gentleman he once was.
His body was still upright, but the weight of time had weighed him down, making his shoulders slack and his back bent, no longer as light and agile as before.
The wrinkles on his face were visible to the naked eye, his skin had sagged, his eye sockets had become deeper, and his pupils were surprisingly clear, yet his youthful and handsome appearance could still be clearly seen.
Wen Yinhe has such excellent bone structure that even in old age, he will still be a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
Time did not wear him down to a deep and weathered look; instead, it was like a clear spring, washing away the turbidity in his eyes time and time again.
Even today, though he has an aged face, he still possesses a pair of clean, bright eyes that have aged gracefully, imbued with love.
More profound than a child's, yet clearer than an adult's, it carries a gentle and immersive power, and one can tell at a glance that the person is living a happy and fulfilling life.
And all of this is thanks to the other protagonist beside him.
This was Lu Huaijin's first time trying white hair, and he felt vaguely uneasy while getting his makeup done.
Although he has never felt inferior in his life, he would not naively think that if he dressed up as ugly, Wen Yinhe would stop loving him.
But at such a young age, he has to show signs of aging in front of his lover, which inevitably makes him worry about affecting his handsome and charming image in her eyes.
However, when he came out of the dressing room and saw the way Wen Yinhe was looking at him, Lu Huaijin knew that he had been thinking too much.
"Huai Jin, you are so beautiful..." Wen Yinhe came to Lu Huai Jin's side immediately. Without giving him any chance to be awkward, she cupped his face and gently kissed the wrinkles on the corner of his lips.
It was as if they were still caught up in the passionate love of their youth.
This kiss seemed to pierce through his aged skin and land on Lu Huaijin's soul, instantly restoring a warm and peaceful tranquility to his restless heart.
Lu Huaijin's eyes flickered slightly, and the small patch of skin on the corner of his lips where Wen Yinhe had kissed him was steaming hot, making him unusually uncomfortable.
He's seen himself in a mirror before, and he knows exactly what he looks like.
He himself couldn't say such a thing...
But when he looked into Wen Yinhe's burning eyes, he couldn't find a trace of falsehood, and felt increasingly ashamed.
No one knows better than him, the person involved, how incapable Wen Yinhe is of lying and how genuinely sincere he is.
“Only you in this world would describe an old man like that…” Lu Huaijin’s face was flushed, and he raised his chin and proudly pinched Wen Yinhe’s thin and beautiful chin. He couldn’t hide the joy on his lips. “I hope that when I’m eighty or ninety, you can still say such things to my face.”
Wen Yinhe quickly proved his feelings with his actions.
Seventy years old.
Lu Huaijin was hard of hearing, so he specially learned lip reading in order to be able to understand Wen Yinhe's words.
One night, a sudden clap of thunder startled Wen Yinhe awake. He instinctively covered the ears of the person next to him, but in doing so, he woke Lu Huaijin up instead.
Wen Yinhe then realized that Lu Huaijin could no longer hear him.
Lu Huaijin looked at him with sleepy eyes and confusion, only realizing what was going on when he caught a glimpse of lightning flashing past the window.
He leaned in and kissed Wen Yinhe's wrinkled face, his eyes slightly moist.
Eighty years old.
Wen Yinhe's eyesight deteriorated, and he could no longer wield the sword, so Lu Huaijin became his eyes.
Lu Huaijin would describe in detail what happened in the street to him every day.
What? Someone's dog got beaten up by someone else, and now he sneaks over to pee on the blankets they're drying in the sun every day.
Someone's parrot imitated the vendor's calls, and it actually attracted customers from across the street.
They were all trivial but interesting little things, which always made Wen Yinhe laugh heartily.
However, Wen Yinhe could not see everything, but there was one thing he could see clearly: his lover's face, which was aging year by year.
Lan Xue was tightly bound by a black iron chain, covered in rust, and never saw a ray of sunlight, yet she was content with it.
They all grew old together.
Ninety years old.
Wen Yinhe's memory is failing; he often can't even remember his own name.
Whenever this happens, he instinctively calls out "Huai Jin, Huai Jin..." without actually knowing what he is calling out.
When Huai Jin himself finally arrived, he simply stared at Lu Huai Jin with eyes as pure and bright as a child's, then gave a shy, boyish smile and said:
"Young master, you are so beautiful. I think I may have fallen in love with you at first sight..."
Lu Huaijin knew that Wen Yinhe was acting, but he still couldn't help but cover his mouth and try his best to swallow the sob that almost escaped his lips. His eyes became more and more moist and sore.
Perhaps it was precisely because he knew that Wen Yinhe's loving and tender gaze and gentle tone were not acting, but came from the heart, that he was even more shocked and moved.
This is genuine old-age makeup. The makeup artist is very skilled. Although it couldn't be perfect due to time constraints, the visual impact is still enormous.
It's as if times have truly changed.
It was as if one after another, the sixty-year-old, seventy-year-old, and eighty-year-old film emperors and President Lu appeared before everyone.
They are peeking into the ordinary yet happy life of an ordinary couple.
The viewers in the live chat were so shocked they were speechless.
It took a long time before I finally managed to type, mumbling "ah ah woo woo".
[Aaaaaaah, I can't take it anymore... Seeing them get older with each appearance makes me cry uncontrollably, sob sob sob sob]
Seeing their love grow stronger year by year makes me feel incredibly happy, but the thought that this happiness is gradually approaching death breaks my heart so much, waaaaaaah!
I'm almost 100 years old... I need some tonics! I hope I can live to be 1000 or 1000! I don't even dare to look at the rest QAQ
One hundred years old.
An ordinary afternoon.
A large and comfortable double rocking chair.
Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin put on the two magnificent robes, one black and one white, that they wore when they first met.
Wen Yinhe is black, and Lu Huaijin is white.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the two people's aged faces and their leaning figures.
Lu Huaijin was clearly a hundred years old, yet he still affectionately leaned his head on Wen Yinhe's shoulder.
Wen Yinhe also held Lu Huaijin in his arms like a treasure, his cheek pressed against Lu Huaijin's head, his thin fingers gently and meticulously combing Lu Huaijin's white hair, occasionally lowering his head to kiss him, it was so warm and tender.
No, it's not "as if".
Lu Huaijin was his precious treasure.
She was his precious treasure her whole life.
"Will we meet again in the next life?" Lu Huaijin's dry voice was hoarse and trembling slightly, so soft it seemed about to break in the wind.
"As long as we hold hands tightly when we leave, we definitely will."
Wen Yinhe was deeply immersed in the role; his voice was low and aged, yet it possessed an unchanging gentleness.
When Lu Huaijin heard his voice, he felt as if they had really been together for a hundred years, and he almost lost control of his emotions.
Wen Yinhe kissed Lu Huaijin's snow-white hair, asking naturally and gently, as if inquiring about the weather, "Are you scared?"
Lu Huaijin held his breath for a moment, subconsciously gripping Wen Yinhe's hand tightly. Then, under Wen Yinhe's gentle patting and soothing, he slowly calmed down.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and a confident and flamboyant smile, just like in his youth, curled at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head firmly: "I'm not afraid, because you're with me."
Their obsession with and possessiveness towards each other are equally strong.
Therefore, both of them clearly knew that neither could allow the other to live alone in the world and bear the pain of losing a loved one alone.
They preferred to walk together.
As long as the two of them are together, it doesn't matter where they go, even if it's not Earth.
Wen Yinhe smiled with relief and grasped Lu Huaijin's equally withered hand with his own thin hand.
This hand once wiped away his tears, once held a pen with him, and once danced with him on a long sword.
Now it is full of ravines, rugged and rough, but it still feels warm and reassuring to the touch.
"If either of us closes our eyes first, remember not to rush off. Wait for the other person, make sure we hold hands tightly before we go, and don't lose each other," Wen Yinhe said softly.
Their faces were etched with wrinkles, their backs were hunched, and their bodies were emaciated; they were already at the end of their lives.
However, their eyes were extremely bright and clear, untouched by the shadows of time, reflecting only the vast blue sky and each other's figures.
Although it was acting, neither of them ever took it seriously from the very beginning.
They are truly experiencing a death separation.
These are words we truly wanted to say to each other.
Their body temperature was gradually decreasing, and their breathing became lighter and lighter, eventually becoming barely perceptible.
They nestled so close together, motionless, almost like two trees with their roots intertwined, inseparable.
Their white hairs are intertwined, inseparable through countless lifetimes.
The live stream was silent for a long time before someone seemed to snap out of their daze and started typing shakily.
[Um...it seems they've already...]
[Aaaaaaahhhhhh, shut up!!! Don't say that word!!! I'll die!!!]
[Even though I know it's acting, I still can't stand these scenes!!! Tears just started streaming down my face, sob sob sob sob, please don't hurt me! I'm just an ordinary little girl who loves sweets! QAQ]
【Living and dying together, oh hahaha! I'm crying and laughing, rolling around and making a scene! A refreshing summer drink! Have a sip of this sweet, honey-coated double-death blade! My heart aches, but I feel so at ease~~~】
[This user has already been killed, don't mention them...]
Just when the viewers were being stabbed senseless by the barrage of criticism, the real attack was just beginning.
A sharp shout from outside suddenly shattered the tranquility of the air—
"Traitor Wen Yinhe, I never imagined that you would have been hiding in the mortal realm all these years! No wonder we couldn't find you. The dignified Immortal Venerable Lanxue has become a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face!"
Jiang Hengchuan suddenly barged in with a group of cultivators, righteously surrounding the courtyard, their swords pointed directly at the two people in the middle.
The viewers in the live chat were all stunned. Some of those who were focused on Wen Yinhe's live stream had almost forgotten about this person.
Thanks to the explanations from other viewers in the comments, some people who were unaware of the situation gained a general understanding of the script written by Jiang Hengchuan and Tao Miller.
Jiang Hengchuan is a playboy in the cultivation world who spends his days indulging in brothels and has only one legitimate male wife, Tao Miller.
She married him because Taumiller loved him so much.
Jiang Hengchuan picked and chose from his many concubines, and only promoted this one because he felt that he was the most obedient, had a good face and was good in bed.
The task he was given, however, was to find out the secret of the male wife.
What Jiang Hengchuan didn't know was that Tao Miller's true identity was actually a disciple of the Hehuan Sect.
Although Tao Miller reformed herself after marrying Jiang Hengchuan and devoted herself to cooking and cleaning for him, she had countless men in the past, and even now she still has one or two entanglements with them.
Tao Miller's mission was to hide everything from the past before Jiang Hengchuan discovered the truth.
Unexpectedly, Tao Miller did the opposite and immediately revealed his true identity to Jiang Hengchuan. To show his sincerity, he even killed all the men he had been involved with in the past in front of Jiang Hengchuan.
At the back of Taumiller's script was a full page of names of men with whom he had colluded.
He really had guts; he took the list and personally led Jiang Hengchuan to attack them one by one.
So, while the other guests were enjoying their lovey-dovey moments, Tao Miller was already going berserk, acting more like a demon lord than the Demon Lord of Annihilation.
Compared to the other guests' romantic scenarios, this one seems more like a life-or-death escape scenario.
However, it was the poor NPCs who were fleeing for their lives.
By the time they had killed most of them, a day had passed.
The next day, which is today, before the last NPC died, the two learned from him about the righteous path's wanted notice for Wen Yinhe.
Apart from them, all other guests received a call to action from the entire cultivation world—
Kill the demon lord Lu Huaijin and the fallen immortal traitor Wen Yinhe.
The other guests didn't really want to participate. The two were having a good relationship and hadn't bothered anyone. Why would they go and kill someone for no reason? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?
The Demon Lord is busy with his love life and has no time to wreak havoc on the world, so wouldn't that be a win-win situation?
But Jiang Hengchuan and Tao Miller clearly didn't think so.
The other sects on the Tiangan Continent, who also consider themselves righteous, clearly don't think so.
Jiang Hengchuan and Tao Miller started searching from the first house on the street early in the morning, and it took them a lot of effort to finally find their way here.
Throughout the process, the number of people gathered also increased.
It truly felt like a journey to vanquish demons and uphold justice, which fueled Jiang Hengchuan's vanity to the extreme, making him completely intoxicated.
The camera then shifts to Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin, who have quickly shed their old-age makeup, revealing their young and handsome faces.
Lu Huaijin's illusion was broken, his face turned ashen, but his gaze toward Wen Yinhe revealed a hint of fear and unease.
He was the mighty Demon Lord of Annihilation, who feared not even the Heavenly Dao, yet he was terrified only of seeing the hateful and resentful look in Wen Yinhe's eyes.
That's right. While Wen Yinhe was suffering from amnesia, he secretly cast a spell on him, blocking his memories of the cultivation world and making him gradually believe that he was a mortal.
Cultivators have long lifespans and eternal youth; the fact that the two of them looked old was all intentional on Lu Huaijin's part.
Lu Huaijin just wanted to experience what it would feel like to spend his life with Wen Yinhe as an ordinary couple like mortals.
That's all.
He had thought more than once that if the two of them were not immortals and demons, if they had no gap in their identities, they could love each other like any ordinary couple in the world.
With this thought in mind, he tried to approach the amnesiac Wen Yinhe.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yinhe, after losing his memory, gave him a truly unexpected surprise.
Who would have thought that Wen Yinhe would fall in love with him at first sight?
It seems that, setting aside his demon lord persona, his appearance does fit the celestial lord's aesthetic preferences.
Humans are greedy creatures; once they taste the sweetness, they will only want more.
When Lu Huaijin came to his senses, he had already married Wen Yinhe and spent year after year together, regardless of everything else.
Now, this beautiful dream has finally come to an end, and it's time for him to face Wen Yinhe's judgment.
Lu Huaijin didn't even dare to look at Wen Yinhe's expression at that moment.
Was it shock? Anger? Or disgust?
Lu Huaijin disliked neither of them.
Wen Yinhe can only look at him with loving eyes; he will not accept any other kind of gaze!
Just as Lu Huaijin was about to turn evil, he suddenly felt a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Lu Huaijin was stunned, then suddenly looked up and stared at Wen Yinhe in astonishment.
Wen Yinhe's gaze at Lu Huaijin remained unwavering and unchanged, still filled with deep affection and tenderness.
"Don't be afraid. I've known about everything you've done for a long time. I did it willingly, whether it was to get married or to spend my life with you."
Before Lu Huaijin could even grasp the deeper meaning of those words, the righteous people on the other side could no longer remain seated.
"Today I will act on behalf of Heaven to punish you two wicked and treacherous villains!"
Jiang Hengchuan, sword in hand, eagerly charged forward.
Wen Yinhe's eyes sharpened, and he reached out and called out softly.
A sharp sword cry rang out.
Lan Xue flew out of the house, enveloped in a chilling sword light, and landed straight in Wen Yinhe's palm.
Wen Yinhe gripped his longsword tightly, his movements swift and sharp, thrusting towards Jiang Hengchuan with unstoppable force. His black robes billowed, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Holy crap? You're serious???" Even though Jiang Hengchuan knew the sword was fake, he was still terrified and dropped it to run away.
The great war between immortals and demons is about to erupt.
The viewers in the live chat have been dumbfounded countless times.
[Huh? Wait a minute... what did the Immortal Venerable just say? What does "already knew" mean?]
Does this mean his memory was already back? No, when did this happen? Which episode did I miss?
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