Actually, it's three jobs.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ningyu's eyes darkened, then brightened, and then darkened again. He closed his mouth, not wanting to say anything more to the people from the Yuan Kingdom Jiang family.
Jiang Jingyuan also turned his head and looked at the distant sky and earth, his eyes quickly searching for Jiang Weiji's figure.
Zhao Ningyu couldn't help but glance at her again, sneering in his heart. Jiang Weiji was just an ancestor in name only, but some people actually dared to believe Jiang Weiji, and no one knew how he died in the end.
After a pause, he couldn't help but feel grief and indignation welling up in his heart. He was also an ancestor of the Zhao family. Why was his ancestor driven by his descendants...
"It's better to be the ancestor of the Jiang family of Yuan State..." Zhao Ningyu lowered his head, his eyes dim, and murmured in his heart, "I can worship you constantly, without being controlled by my descendants, and I can even order them around..."
He slowly looked up at the sky, his face full of melancholy and despair.
Where are the people, people...! Jiang Jingyuan stood on the blood-red chain, turning his head up and down, left and right. Suddenly, his eyes caught a familiar figure that appeared out of thin air outside the altar in the distance.
Jiang Jingyuan clenched his fists and shouted loudly in that direction:
"Throw the 'Mountain Tower' over here!!"
Jiang Weiji didn't even turn his head. He and the other black-clad figures were staring intently at the direction where, amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a group of shadowy figures were slowly approaching.
Jiang Jingyuan fell silent.
Zhao Ningyu, standing nearby, almost subconsciously tried to distance himself from her, fearing she would get angry and stab him again. However, as he struggled, the blood-red chains bound him even tighter. "..." Zhao Ningyu stopped struggling and sighed silently in resignation.
Jiang Jingyuan pursed his lips and stood motionless on the blood-red chains, his dark eyes staring gloomily at the eye-catching figure in black.
"Xu Qinglin..." She called out softly and slowly in her mind.
Xu Qinglin: “……?”
Xu Qinglin suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and responded, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Jingyuan fell silent again.
"You! Why are you back again?!" A maid not far away shouted in surprise.
Jiang Jingyuan turned to look.
In the distance, Yu Linhuan approached silently. Suddenly, she heard someone asking loudly. She trembled violently like a cat caught stealing fish. She looked away without meeting their gaze. She only said with a guilty conscience:
"Actually, I have a third job..."
The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became.
The maids opened their mouths in surprise.
In the distance, the ethereal sound of bells was as subtle as the chirping of cicadas and birds. The group of figures walked out of the clouds slowly, and the bright blue and tranquility were above the misty white clothes.
The woman in the front was dressed in white and blue, with a light veil covering the hem, only a section of which was embroidered with golden auspicious clouds, flowers and birds. She had a shawl wrapped around her arms, and in her gently folded hands she casually held a string of exquisitely ornate golden bells, some large and some small, some important and some secondary.
She raised her eyes and looked coldly at
The left eye is painted in light ink, and the right eye is gilded.
Jiang Jingyuan looked at her, and the anger in his heart subsided, followed by a strange feeling that... she seemed... familiar.
“You, you, you…” The maid was horrified and screamed at Yu Linhuan, “You have three jobs in Dongling?!!”
Yu Linhuan smiled awkwardly, "Save, save the travel expenses..."
As she spoke, she waved her hand, and her long sleeves fluttered, causing ripples to appear in the air.
The ripples suddenly turned into a huge vortex, and from the center of the vortex, figures in green walked out.
They stepped into the air one by one and landed on the ground. They raised their hands to cover their mouths and yawned. Then they put their hands down, squinted their eyes and looked sleepy. They murmured in a dreamy voice: "Have we reached Dongling yet?"
They wrinkled their faces, tried to open their eyes, looked around, and asked, "Who is the employer? Who should we beat?"
Yu Linhuan silently raised his hand and pointed at the group of ethereal figures, "Employer."
They go wherever the employer tells them to, and I don't know much more.
Everyone in Baizetang said "Oh" and was too lazy to ask more questions.
The maids around Jiang Jingyuan had extremely complicated expressions. They looked at them, then at Yu Linhuan, then at the group of misty figures, then at Jiang Weiji, and finally turned to look at Jiang Jingyuan silently.
Their eyes were filled with complexity, silently asking——
Are you still staying?
The enemy is numerous and we are few. If a fight really breaks out, we will be at a disadvantage.
Jiang Jingyuan did not respond, still standing on the huge blood-red chain net, looking at the people in front of him.
It seems that she is still unwilling to leave... The maids sighed in their hearts and approached her quickly and lightly. If she is unwilling to leave, then they will try their best to protect her.
In the distance, Jiang Weiji narrowed his eyes, as if recalling something, and looked at the ethereal woman holding the golden bell, "So I let you escape back then."
The woman had a cold expression and said nothing, but the string of golden bells in her hand suddenly moved without wind, shaking and colliding with each other, suddenly making a crisp sound.
Whoosh—the clouds and mist have all dispersed.
Her black hair, white gauze and robes were suddenly lifted up by the strong wind and flew forward. She was holding the golden bell and stood still. Behind her, a series of ethereal figures suddenly rushed out like arrows.
Swoosh—silver-white blades flashed across the sky. A large group of black-clad figures raised their swords and knives to block the attack. Their steps shifted, but they always maintained an almost rigid formation above and below the altar at the bottom of the cliff.
The clear ringing sound suddenly became louder.
The woman holding the golden bell lowered her eyes, her face indifferent. The misty sunlight fell on her body, spreading a subtle and soft light.
Pitch black.
It was pitch black, pitch black, and the noise was sharp and piercing.
Sticky blood and dry feathers flew around, screams and footsteps were chaotic and panicked, blood clots stuck to feathers slammed against the side of the ship, slowly sliding down streaks of blood, and flesh and blood were hidden deep in the gaps between the wooden boards.
In the dead of night, above the vast ocean, the dilapidated ghost ship swayed violently, blood gathered on the deck, and with a clattering sound, a human figure with long feathers growing on the neck and eyeballs was running away on two feet and crawling on all fours, howling like ghosts.
The splashing of blood and the sound of the sea tide played in unison, and the heavy leather bag kowtowed on the deck again and again.
"Your Highness! His Highness Prince Yi--" Someone crawled on all fours, crying and shouting, towards a fallen figure at the edge of the deck.
He flipped the man over, revealing a face with eyes wide open and feathers sprouting from its mouth. He instantly screamed, dropped the man in his arms, and fled using his hands and feet.
But the figure suddenly stretched out a feathered hand and grabbed his hand tightly.
"ah!!!"
The screams were shrill.
She huddled in a corner surrounded by pitch-black walls, her hands covering her mouth. Her clenched teeth trembled wildly, and her pupils trembled in her wide-open, dark eyes.
There were rustling sounds in the darkness, which meant that people and winged beings were fleeing outside the darkness.
The only amulet she had managed to steal, which concealed her aura, was affixed to her body, guarded tightly by her. She prayed that no one would notice, no one would care, and that fate would be kind to her just once.
"Master, Master's wife..."
A faint cry trembled in her throat.
Bright sky and earth.
The gorgeous blue and white figure slowly turned around and gave her a calm and unmoved look. "Going out to sea to search for immortals?"
“Master’s Wife!!” She threw herself to the ground with a thud, her whole body trembling. “Please save me again! If I go out, they will definitely catch me. I can’t go out. Please forgive me again!!”
The gorgeously dressed woman said indifferently and slowly, "Then follow them and see what is on the fairy mountain that they have been hiding for a hundred years before they are willing to let you go."
She suddenly looked up, her face filled with panic, and she screamed uncontrollably, "They didn't find anything three hundred years ago, and they went into hiding right after returning. There must be something strange going on this time..."
"Okay, go ahead."
The woman waved her hand casually, deciding whether to stay or go.
She followed in silence, finding nothing on the Immortal Mountain. The gray-black, dilapidated ghost ship slowly sailed back to shore. She knew that if she followed the ghost ship back to shore, she would be controlled by others.
Immortality… She lowered her head and closed her eyes, murmuring silently. The secret to immortality was still waiting for her, for them, for everyone in the world to find.
Is three hundred years a long time? Does it mean that after experiencing three hundred years, one will no longer yearn for immortality?
Three hundred years is too short.
In fear and anxiety, I looked at the sky and earth and counted the years. The hidden danger of my life span was always lingering in my mind, and I was full of depression.
The sky is not the sky, the mountains are not the mountains, people are not people, and watching everything is just a source of distress.
Only by achieving immortality, only by achieving immortality - forgetting the past and the future, and existing only in the present, can one relieve sorrow.
On the ghost ship, a wave of winged people suddenly broke out. She was stunned for a while along with the flow of people, and then thought of the past and future that were difficult to erase. She suddenly burst out with the will to live, and went against the direction of the winged people running, hiding in the darkness that no one was willing to set foot in before.
She curled up in the darkness, her master's wife had already sealed away most of her cultivation. She held the only talisman in her arms, her head lowered, and fell into a trance, half asleep and half awake.
She thought a lot in a daze, and suddenly remembered the words of mortals she had heard before, and her body relaxed unconsciously.
Mortals with short lifespans say that eternal life for one person means separation from thousands of people, and eternal life is sad.
The moment she heard it, she was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile.
Mortals with short lifespans use their own imagination and understanding to speculate about the existence of eternity. These childish thoughts are so cute and beautiful. People who think this way should be very happy, right?
It didn't make people feel disgusted at all, but instead made her smile despite her sorrow.
That peaceful feeling has been recalled over and over again over the past three hundred years.
But as my memory faded, and I never felt that kind of deserted place again, my heart became more and more panicked...
In the hazy sunlight, she stood quietly with her eyes lowered, holding a golden bell.
Ping pong, the flashes of swords and sabers collided and intertwined, and strong winds came and went in gusts.
The long sword fell forward, but was blocked by a backhanded sword from a figure that suddenly appeared, and the sound of intense clash of swords was heard instantly.
But she remained standing there, looking indifferent, as if she was unaware of anything.
Is it possible in this life?
She thought slowly, questioned slowly, hoped and prayed slowly in her heart.
Is it possible in this life?
Can we reach eternity in this life?
Is it a god? Is it a god?! That feeling, is it the immortal god in heaven?! She suddenly raised her head, and the faint light fell into her eyes, and her gilded right eye suddenly shone brightly.
The rapidly approaching swords and sabers reflected the dazzling gold.
She stood at the bottom of the cliff, gazing at the sky, her face suddenly filled with excitement, her eyes, one in light ink and the other in gilded, sparkling with light – eternal immortality, eternal immortality, I must be an immortal!!!
On the ancient altar, Jiang Jingyuan stared in that direction, his feet slowly walking across the blood-red chains and landing on the gray-white ground of the altar.
"Xu Qinglin." Jiang Jingyuan called out calmly.
Xu Qinglin seemed to have guessed what she was going to say, and said "Oh", "That is..." He paused suddenly, and suddenly looked in the direction she turned her gaze. That was the direction of Jiang Weiji!
Jiang Jingyuan kept staring at Jiang Weiji with cold eyes.
Jiang Weiji stood among a group of people in black, his wide cloak embroidered with gold fluttering in the strong wind. He raised his hand, and blood appeared on it.
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