She will definitely study hard next time.
Her first sensation was the terrifying coldness of the surroundings.
The second sense was that she felt all the heat in her body slowly flowing out of the wound on her lower abdomen that had been torn again.
She opened her eyes with difficulty.
The first thing she saw was a huge altar, and in the center of it was a gorgeous flower. Her blood flowed from the wound, dripping drop by drop onto the delicate petals.
On the altar stone next to the petals were symbols filled in with gold foil. She couldn't recognize the meaning of these symbols, but she subconsciously felt that these symbols looked crooked and extremely creepy.
The next moment, a tearing pain ripped through her limbs, jolting her awake. She looked around and realized she was only able to see the altar stone because she was hanging from it in a strange position, with four chains as thick as her arms bound around her wrists and ankles.
Perhaps due to being hung upside down for a long time, her hands had turned into a piece of cold stone, numb and without any feeling.
She tried to follow the instructions of her senior brother, forcing the spiritual energy from her dantian into her hands, and then see if she could form a few spells to escape. But who knew that the moment she exerted force, the wound on her lower abdomen ripped open an inch, and a stream of hot blood spurted out, dripping onto the flower, which surprisingly became much more vibrant.
Seeing that this method was useless, Zhou Suyao also stopped her dying struggle - after all, she didn't think Xuan Yangming would really let her die. If he did, then she would die.
Well, she didn't want to die.
Even though her hands were completely frozen at this moment, the fear of death still made her try to circulate the spiritual energy in her body, thinking of summoning her mount, the Linque. However, who knew that before the spiritual energy could even reach her chest, her throat felt blocked.
"Ah." Zhou Suyao thought, "As expected, my spiritual power."
Again and again and again.
Locked.
Zhou Suyao felt an unspeakable despair - since the battle in the underworld, her spiritual power has never recovered to its original capacity. Even when her second and third senior brothers used medicine to nourish her every day, her spiritual power could only recover to half of its pre-war level.
Who would have known that a date at Jinluoge would use up all the spiritual power she had just recovered.
She was kidnapped and brought back to Xincong Sect, where her spiritual power was simply blocked.
Do you think she's a sick cat if she doesn't show her power?
Well, although her current condition does look like a sick cat.
But when she thought about it, she remembered one thing. It was a talisman that the senior brother had once told her. This talisman did not consume any spiritual power, only a little spiritual energy was needed to cast it. But with her learning attitude, she often remembered the stories told by the senior brother, but not the serious things he talked about.
For example, at this moment she had completely forgotten how to cast the talisman that her senior brother had taught her.
But she remembered the story that the senior brother shared when he talked about this talisman!
I recall that it was a rainy night. She was throwing a tantrum and didn't want to recite the incomprehensible spells anymore. She said she wanted to learn some spells that didn't require spells, swords, or hammers... anyway, spells that could be completed without doing anything. It would be best if she just had to point her finger at the air.
Unexpectedly, the eldest brother smiled playfully, then opened the door of the thatched hut, pointed at the heavy rain outside, and said to her, "Here."
"Huh?" she asked, puzzled.
"Come and take a look," said the eldest brother, still with that chilling sneer, "come to the door. When has your eldest brother ever lied to you?"
At that time, she secretly complained in her heart: "Big Brother, haven't you done enough to deceive me?" At the same time, she strolled to the door with full of expectations.
There's no way around it. Expecting a pie to fall from the sky so you can be lazy and eat a lot is just human nature.
Unexpectedly, just as she was sticking her butt out to look outside, the eldest brother raised his foot and kicked her into the heavy rain.
She instantly became a drowned rat fresh out of the cage.
"Big Brother!"
She turned her head angrily, but the moment she turned her head, the eldest senior brother had already come to her.
Every drop of rain quickly changed direction before landing on him. From Zhou Suyao's perspective, the eldest brother was completely undamaged, looking completely untouched. However, his hair was blown by the strong wind, brushing away the dust, making him look completely ethereal and divine.
The immortal's thin lips touched, and the sound was like the ringing of a white jade bell from the immortal world:
"Did you know that the first spiritual master was an ordinary country boy? He was sold to the Tiandao private school as a janitor when he was fifteen, well past the age of enlightenment. Yet, even such an ordinary man, while listening to the teachings of the Dao, unexpectedly discovered that the spiritual power of the spiritual path might not originate from spiritual power, but from spiritual energy. Spiritual energy precedes spiritual power. Spiritual power is the product of human cultivation, while spiritual energy originates from the creation of heaven and earth."
"This spiritual energy is the creation of heaven and earth: plants and trees consume the creation of heaven and earth to gain their spirits, and animals consume plants and trees to gain their spirits. And when humans eat plants and trees and catch animals, they gain the full spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
"Those who practice the spiritual path have spiritual energy, those who understand the heavenly path have spiritual energy, and those who create the world through the human path naturally have abundant spiritual energy."
"So, if one day your spiritual power is suppressed, you can try to use the spirit of heaven and earth to mobilize the spiritual energy in your body. Just like this:"
After saying that, he closed his hands and raised them to his brows. The next moment, his whole body suddenly emitted a bright white light. The heavy rain that was pouring down a second ago instantly turned into crystal snow, and flakes of rain slowly fell on the heads of the two people.
Zhou Suyao was shocked. Although she was soaked and cold all over, she still raised her head suddenly and looked at the eldest brother's eyelashes filled with snow with a smile. She said, "I want to learn too!"
The eldest brother's pupils trembled unconsciously as he looked at her dazzling smile. His throat tightened, and he dared not speak, fearing that his voice would interrupt her. After a long while, he slowly used his spiritual energy to transform a bare peach branch in his palm and handed it to her.
"If you want to learn, use your spiritual power to transform the peach blossoms first," he said. "I'll give you one stick of incense. When you've done it, come find me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked back to the thatched hut, leaving Zhou Suyao alone in the snow that was getting heavier and heavier, staring at the peach blossom branch and the fire in her palm.
A piece of snow hit her face hard. Compared with the many snowflakes just now, this piece of snow was so thick, icy and cold that she rubbed her forehead hard in pain. Finally, she decided to take back the fire in her palm and not burn the ugly flower branches that the eldest brother had transformed with his spiritual power. Then she shouted loudly into the house:
"Big Brother, I'm so cold!"
Just like now, she really wanted to call out to her senior brother that she was so cold.
But at this moment, she was trapped in this altar without knowing whether it was day or night. She had no spiritual power and could not use her spiritual energy.
The eldest brother—the eldest brother was not even by her side.
"Oh my god." She cursed herself silently, "Why didn't you study hard back then, Zhou Suyao!"
But now it was too late. Just as she was secretly regretting, an old voice slowly sounded.
"How much do you know about Ning Qinggui?"
"If you knew enough, you would have understood that I never forced her to die."
I don’t know if it’s because Ming Luo’s Tongsheng Ding is no longer around him, or for some other reason, but at this moment Zhou Suyao only feels that the old man in front of him has a feeling of being so old and unfamiliar.
The white beard on his chin was sparse, and the wrinkles around his eyes were so thick that they almost blocked his eyes - more importantly, his voice seemed to have a thick layer of phlegm stuck in it, so hoarse that she couldn't hear what he was saying at first.
But she still recognized it.
This old and weak voice is Xuan Yangming's voice.
The accomplice in that "living and living together" has now become the mastermind behind the persecution of others!
Zhou Suyao smiled softly - in fact, the ordeal just now had already left her without the energy to laugh, but after hearing Xuan Yangming's remarks that turned black into white, she decided to smile as a mockery.
"Elder Xuan, perhaps our ways of thinking are different. I've always believed that an accomplice is also the mastermind. You knew she was going to Qinghui Palace to die, yet you still resolutely sent her into danger!"
Her voice was clearly weak, but every word was as sharp as a knife.
And this blade finally cut through Xuan Yangming's most hypocritical side.
"What do you know?!" Xuan Yangming's body swayed imperceptibly, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with the rage of having his disguise exposed. "All of this was just her choice...! She chose to open a passage to that despicable demon clan, for an illusory oath, and willingly became Dao Moxing's flesh cauldron, and willingly practiced dual cultivation with that damn old man! And what I did... was just going along with it! If I hadn't picked her up at the mouth of the Styx! She's a demon clan member, yet she's trespassing on human roads! By now, she should have been a slut being ridden by thousands of men!"
These words seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He began to cough violently, his body twisting and undulating like a hunched shrimp.
On the side, Zhou Suyao stopped talking and just tried her best to put on a silent and extremely sarcastic smile.
Although Zhou Suyao only thought of Xuan Yangming's embarrassing head with a shrimp body because of his resemblance to a shrimp, that smile seemed like endless mockery in Xuan Yangming's eyes.
She was mocking him! But why did she, a young girl, mock him?
After a while, he finally caught his breath, raised his bloodshot eyes, and stared at Zhou Suyao's face.
"Just like you," he said, "No matter how much you want to mock me, laugh at me, your blood, your appearance, is so similar to hers... This is fate, this is fate! This is! Your! Eternal! Fate! You! Can't! Escape!!"
He pointed his withered finger at the dancing flower in the altar and let out a dry but terrifying laugh.
"Ning Qinggui has been dead for too long! The blood she left behind is no longer enough to nourish this flower! I've searched the entire world but couldn't find a bloodline similar to hers. But today, you appeared!"
"Accept your fate, Zhou Suyao." His voice was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. "This is fate, it is fate!"
"That damn old man only cares about living together and living forever. He just wants to live forever... But in this world, there are things worth more than immortality!"
"And I've found something so worthwhile! It will eventually belong to me!"
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