So, is it an illusion that, based on his inner desires, simulated the appearance he hoped Ji Mofan would have?
Shen Yun looked down at Ji Mo Fan, who was now a head shorter than him.
No, this isn't virtual...
Such a prosperous Jimo truly exists in his memory. It's just that he never paid attention to it before, and now he dares not face it.
He was unwilling to admit that he had lost his eldest disciple.
Seeing the bright, sparkling look in Ji Mo Fan's eyes, Shen Yun couldn't help but sigh deeply. "Xiao Yu has other people over there, so I don't need to be with her all the time. I came to see you instead."
Xiao Jimo's eyes suddenly brightened, curving like two crescent moons, but a faint sense of unease quickly crept over them. "Isn't this...isn't this a bit inappropriate? Xiaoyu's side is more important, and it's okay if I'm left alone."
Shen Yun felt his heart hurt even more.
It's like it's been crumpled up and punched a few times.
What a wonderful child. Even though he was lonely and scared, he still thought about whether others would be bothered.
How could he have pretended not to see it all this time?
“Xiao Yu is sick, but I’m not a doctor or cultivator,” Shen Yun could only add dryly.
Xiao Jimo Fan immediately laughed again.
The spring sunshine is bright, the wind blows through the surrounding bamboo leaves, the leaves rustle, and the shadows cast by the trees are refreshing and pleasant.
Even knowing that this was an illusion, Shen Yun couldn't help but immerse himself in it.
They seemed like any ordinary master and disciple pair in the world, with the disciple practicing swordsmanship and the master providing guidance from the sidelines.
This had never happened before in Shen Yun's memory.
He remembered that Jimo Fan was always very independent.
Occasionally he would come to me, but he was always very tactful, asking his questions and then leaving on his own.
When he returned, he had already grown to the next stage.
Shen Yun felt that the reason he and Ji Mo Fan had never been close before was because he had a very low level of involvement in Ji Mo Fan's growth.
Unlike Qi Fengyu, who always seemed to think he couldn't survive without him whenever they met, he was different.
Unlike Li Geyue, who was arrogant and domineering due to his background, Shen Yun always held a different attitude towards others because he was severely punished upon meeting him.
Ji Mo Fan is like a bamboo shoot; without being looked at for even once, he has grown several meters taller.
But things are different now.
In the illusion, Ji Mofan was not the capable person he would become later, nor was he the timid and hesitant person he was when he first arrived at the Yun Cang Sword Sect. He possessed just the right amount of inferiority complex and needed Shen Yun just the right amount of energy.
If only time could turn back to this period when Jimo was prosperous...
Shen Yun thought that they probably wouldn't end up in a situation like the complete breakup in reality.
Stop dreaming.
The sudden sound shattered everything Shen Yun had imagined.
Xiao Jimo Fan, who was holding a sword, suddenly stopped his sword dance.
The child looked up at him, but the expression in his eyes had already changed.
Shen Yun's heart tightened. "What?"
Ji Mofan suddenly laughed, a laugh that was definitely not something a thirteen or fourteen-year-old like him would show. "It's ridiculous of you. Do you really think there's any chance to repair our relationship?"
Shen Yun felt a tremor run through his mind. The inner demons that had been suppressed were now stirring up again due to the provocation of this secret realm.
A thick, black substance enveloped his entire field of vision. When he finally managed to break free, all he saw when he opened his eyes was a blinding red.
He was very familiar with this room; it belonged to Qi Fengyu's bedroom.
But at this moment, it was quite different from what he remembered. Many of the decorations around him had been removed and replaced with bright red wedding silk.
It looked just like the room he decorated when Ji Mofan and Qi Fengyu got married a few days ago.
But Qi Fengyu was nowhere to be seen inside the house.
The curtains of the wedding bed were drawn, completely concealing what was inside.
The red candles flickered, casting shadowy images of the room. Shen Yun could only vaguely make out that there seemed to be someone on the bed.
What was the illusionary formation trying to do now? He didn't know. But his body moved against his will, and he stepped towards the wedding bed.
His fingertips touched the light red veil, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain for no reason.
Was it the gold thread embroidered on it that pricked his hand?
Is it that the pain is actually in his heart, but the illusion of pain is causing him to have a delusion?
Shen Yun's Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the intense palpitations in his heart and reached out to pull back the curtains.
Ji Mofan sat there alone.
He lowered his head, his body leaning crookedly against the wall, the jade crown on his head was askew, and most of his neatly combed hair was loose, the black intertwined with the bright red on his body, melting and dripping down.
Shen Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.
The dripping blood wasn't a hallucination caused by his confused senses; it was real blood.
Ji Mofan was dressed in a bright red wedding robe, so much so that Shen Yun didn't notice him at first glance. It wasn't until his gaze fell downwards that he realized the bright red robe inappropriately began to spread into a glaring dark red from the waist down.
That's the color of blood.
“…Xiao Fan?” Shen Yun felt as if his voice had become distant, and it took him a long time to finally squeeze the name out of his throat.
One second the child was lively and energetic in front of me, calling out to his master with bright eyes, and the next second he was lying motionless in front of me, covered in blood, his life hanging in the balance.
It took him several seconds to come to his senses and then he looked down to check Ji Mofan's injuries.
A large hole was found in the Lingtai of Jimo Fan.
The remaining spiritual energy seeped out bit by bit, and the chill went straight to one's brain.
But something is missing here; the inner core that should have been there is gone.
Shen Yun reached out in disbelief to sense it, but found nothing.
Who was responsible for injuring Ji Mo Fan?
He subconsciously spread his divine sense to explore his surroundings, only to find that after his spiritual power dispersed, he seemed to be drowning in endless, viscous darkness, and he could see nothing but the small house in front of him.
Realizing this, Shen Yun slowly snapped out of his daze. What he was facing now was not reality at all, but something simulated by an illusionary array.
The bustling Jimo before my eyes is not real; everything is an illusion.
Do you really think all of this is fake?
Ji Mofan, who had been lying there motionless, suddenly murmured something.
Shen Yun opened his mouth as if to speak.
But he found that he had lost all his voice and couldn't think of anything to say, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth.
"Qi Fengyu should have already told you, right?" Ji Mofan, covered in blood, spoke as if nothing had happened, slowly raising his head and looking at him through his dark eyes behind his disheveled hair.
"He said that you wanted me to become a Daoist couple with Qi Fengyu, but at that time my own body was like a candle in the wind and could not withstand this kind of treatment, which is why I died here."
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