Can you speak?
The sky was bright and golden, and a figure slowly approached from a distant corner. At the front was Xu Qinglin, dressed in a gorgeous, flamboyant, and eerie red robe. He stood with one hand on his waist, his lips slightly raised.
She looked up at the golden light in the sky, her eyes filled with admiration and praise for herself. She said with emotion: "I am indeed a genius. Three hundred years have passed, and no one can beat me."
——He didn't notice at all that Xu Xianlin beside him frowned fiercely, and the large crowd of people behind him, who were clearly divided into white and blue and black and red, turned their heads in unison, with the corners of their mouths trembling.
Jiang Jingyuan paused, looked at the sky, then looked at her, and couldn't help but said hesitantly: "I... leave something here?"
Xu Qinglin was deeply dissatisfied with her suspicion and said, "These are rare treasures, and I designed and arranged these formations. What do you have to worry about? There will be absolutely no problem!"
Jiang Jingyuan: "..."
Jiang Jingyuan hesitated to speak.
Xu Qinglin raised his hand and pointed at Xu Xianlin next to him. He tilted his head slightly, curled the corners of his mouth, and said proudly: "Although Xu Xianlin is still not as good as me, she is only a little bit worse than me. It's enough for her to help me. She won't make any mistakes. You can rest assured."
Xu Xianlin's brows furrowed even deeper, his expression slightly distorted. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who helped you..."
Xu Qinglin ignored her, his face still proud. Without even turning his head, he raised his hand and pointed at the large group of people behind him, saying with emotion: "The people in Beigui Shuangque are still very comfortable with it..."
At this point, she couldn't help but frown, and said with disdain: "Only after leaving Beigui Shuangque did I realize how vague the people outside are. They don't understand this or that, and they can't do anything..."
Let's just consider it as praising them... Everyone in Beigui Shuangque gritted their teeth and shed tears, recalling their experiences in recent days, and they were suddenly filled with sadness.
Jiang Jingyuan turned silently and looked at the other side that Xu Qinglin was obviously talking about.
In front of a group of black-robed figures and ghosts, Jiang Weiji and Zhao Ningyu had numb faces, their complexions were haggard and pale, and their eyes were dull and straight, as if they had not heard the conversation between them at all.
Jiang Jingyuan: "..."
Jiang Jingyuan took two steps back, glanced at the people in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he said to Xu Qinglin, "I'll leave this place to you." He then turned his head to look at the red-haired fox next to him, "Shengliang, you stay here too and block 'Shangtian'."
The distraught little fox was stunned when he heard the sound. He raised his head blankly, his eyes red, and said, "I, I, I can't..."
"The first time is new, the second time is familiar." Jiang Jingyuan looked at it seriously and said word by word, "Just like this, are you going to give up?"
The little fox's eyes suddenly cleared, and he shouted, "What the hell are 'heaven' and 'disasters'? They're just a sign!" He stamped his right front paw in the air, his face full of determination, and said, "Go ahead, don't worry. I'll watch over you here!"
Jiang Jingyuan nodded and turned to look at the figure in white in the distance.
As she turned around to look, countless blood-red chains stretched out from the void and appeared out of thin air on all sides of the white-clothed figure, instantly interweaving into a net and a cage.
Inside the cage, "Disaster" did not move a step, still had a smile on his face, and sang and chanted.
The blood-net cage rapidly closed and tightened, a ethereal howl echoing from within. Even as countless blood-red chains, like vines and snakes, suddenly bound her, Disaster remained undisturbed, smiling and praising, unwavering.
——As if it were really a dead object with no consciousness or feeling.
Jiang Jingyuan paused, puzzled, but still raised his hand without stopping for a moment. The blood-red chain tightened and stretched with a "creaking" sound. In an instant, the figure of "Disaster" was dragged in front of him.
Jiang Jingyuan stared at the eyes of "Disaster" without any dodging. As his mind moved, blood-red mist spread out instantly.
The ethereal sound suddenly stopped.
In the sky and on the ground, the mysterious figures rushing towards the center of the altar suddenly stopped, their eyes became clear, they looked around, their pupils trembled slightly, and they were full of fear.
Outside the altar, it was as if some powerful and terrifying force that was pressing on their heads and backs suddenly disappeared. The people who were trembling wildly froze in place, and then suddenly fell to the ground.
Countless people's hearts were pounding wildly, they were gasping for breath, and their bodies were as miserable as water ghosts. Suddenly, their dazed eyes focused, and they reacted, smiling as if they had survived a disaster.
On the huge altar, everyone who was vomiting blood with their mouths open was also stunned. Suddenly, they saw the "disaster" disappear from their sight. Their hearts were beating in panic. They suddenly stood up and looked around with wide eyes.
In the blurred and overlapping vision that flickered, they gritted their teeth and searched for the familiar figure in white, their faces full of resentment and hatred that went deep into their bones.
Suddenly, their vision cleared. They caught sight of a bloody mist in the distance, which grew thicker and thicker, rapidly engulfing the two figures in white standing opposite each other.
"Jiang..." Jiang Jingjian looked in that direction, staring at a figure in the blood mist. He made a sound subconsciously, frowned, and his eyes were full of uncertainty.
The next moment, the blood mist was as thick as cotton and clouds, engulfing the two figures, and then shattered and dissipated in an instant, drifting away with the wind.
After the blood was exposed, a large group of people appeared. In front of the crowd, the familiar Jiang Weiji's face was filled with an unfamiliar numbness and haggardness.
Jiang Jingjian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously took a step forward, but then stood still helplessly, pursing his lips with a sad look in his eyes.
Beside him, Wu Qian, dressed in a luxurious purple robe with layered gold patterns, was also looking in that direction with a faint smile on his face.
His Highness Jing Yuan said that they would see each other again, so they would definitely see each other again. Therefore, he was not worried... No matter who he met, he would not worry, doubt, expect, desire, or waver.
Everything in the world is divided into yin and yang. More yin is more yang, more yang is more yin. Neither yin nor yang is biased. This is the Tao, the center, impartial.
Wu Qian smiled faintly and withdrew his gaze, his expression faded. He looked up at the sunny sky that was shaking wildly above the brilliant golden light.
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It was like a small, isolated world, a world of vast expanses, with clear skies and endless mountains and rivers. In an instant, Jiang Jingyuan, bound by blood-red chains, appeared out of thin air between heaven and earth.
Jiang Jingyuan stood in the wind, his head tilted with a cold expression.
As the blood-red chains disappeared, "Disaster" smiled, and the figure in white slowly sat down on a huge rock on the mountain. He opened his mouth slightly and made a soft and ethereal sound.
The air was ethereal and graceful, a gentle and desolate sound, gently echoing in this small world. The clouds in the sky slowly faded, and only the branches of the grass and trees on the ground trembled rapidly.
Jiang Jingyuan waited for a long time, but still didn't see any other movement from "Disaster". He couldn't help but frown, and his confusion became even more.
"Could it be that it's really just a dead object? Like... a magic weapon?" Jiang Jingyuan thought in a daze.
Then, Jiang Jingyuan felt something was wrong. She murmured in her heart, "If it's a dead magical weapon, why would it hide and move around with purpose and purpose? But if it is like a magical weapon that has given birth to a spirit..."
She glanced at the figure in white sitting on a huge rock high up in the mountain and thought, "That wouldn't be like this, showing no sign of resistance or struggle at all?"
Finally, countless doubts are reduced to one question -
"What the hell is this?"
Jiang Jingyuan looked at the figure.
It was not until this moment that Jiang Jingyuan felt a little annoyed, thinking that if she had known this would be the case, she should have asked Shu Ru carefully at that time.
But the past is over. Should she run out again to ask Shu Ru now?
So, Jiang Jingyuan consoled himself, "Shu Ru came to me for help in resolving the 'disaster'. If he knew what the 'disaster' was and how to resolve it, he would have solved it himself long ago. Even if he couldn't solve it himself, he would have told me in detail."
"He didn't say it, so he probably doesn't know either." Jiang Jingyuan nodded secretly with certainty.
After thinking about it, Jiang Jingyuan raised his eyes and walked step by step on the wind to the top of the mountain. Looking at the figure in white who was singing non-stop, he asked, "Can you speak?"
For a long time, the "disaster" seemed to be unconscious and had no response. It just smiled and chanted.
The branches of plants and trees - the only living things in this small world, were suddenly shaking wildly as if they were blown by a violent wind.
Jiang Jingyuan wasn't surprised at all, as if he wasn't affected at all. He slowly walked over, around the figure, bent sideways, tilted his head to look at the face of "Disaster", and asked again: "Are you conscious?"
"Disaster" had a smile on his face and was chanting. His eyes turned and looked at each other without any warning, looking weird and eerie.
Oh my god! Jiang Jingyuan's heart trembled.
I have to say, the phase of sadness and joy is already very easy to maintain stability——
Anger builds gradually, becoming difficult to contain. Fear erupts instantly, scattering consciousness, requiring at least a moment or two for consciousness to regain focus and calm.
Jiang Jingyuan calmed himself down, and without dodging or avoiding, he met her eyes.
But the "disaster" did not cause any further consequences.
Jiang Jingyuan tilted his head and bent his waist to the side, and suddenly a hint of hesitation appeared on his face, as if he was asking a parrot or a mynah bird if it could speak human language. He said tentatively, "Hello...?"
Unsurprisingly, "Disaster" ignored her and stared at her with a pair of eyes that seemed both ruthless and compassionate.
"..." Jiang Jingyuan straightened up silently, thinking that she should go back and ask Shu Ru first... Thinking of this, she turned and walked in one direction.
After walking about ten steps, a strange and loud voice suddenly rang out from behind him: "Hello...?"
Jiang Jingyuan: "???"
Jiang Jingyuan turned around abruptly and rushed back to the "disaster". With a piercing gaze, he said seriously, "Hello."
The song of "disasters" is not answered.
Jiang Jingyuan did not give up and said over and over again:
"Hello?"
"Hello……?"
"Hello? Were you the one speaking just now?"
“Disasters” are not answered.
Jiang Jingyuan also gave up silently, turned around and walked out. She decided to ask Shu Ru.
"Hello!"
The strange and loud voice suddenly rang out from behind. Jiang Jingyuan was startled and turned back abruptly, asking her hesitantly, "Is there something wrong? Can you communicate?"
“Disasters” are not answered.
Jiang Jingyuan's expression became complicated for a moment, and he tentatively turned around and continued walking out.
"Hello." A familiar voice sounded from behind.
Jiang Jingyuan: "..."
Are you kidding me? Jiang Jingyuan turned back, staring at her with deep eyes, thinking quickly in his heart:
"A parrot mimics speech? Or can it really speak... No, yes, does she really have a brain... No, yes, does she really have self-awareness? Yes, does she really have self-awareness and the ability to think?"
After a pause, Jiang Jingyuan suddenly woke up from a dream, opened his eyes wide, looked at the figure in white who was chanting non-stop, and thought quickly in his heart:
"No, no, why would I care if she can think or communicate? Isn't my goal just to resolve the 'disaster'? What am I talking to the 'disaster' about?"
Jiang Jingyuan's eyes suddenly became clear and his mind moved quickly.
Countless blood-red chains stretched out from the void and pierced directly towards the figure in white, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Blood and shadows intertwined, and the figure in white slowly raised his face and looked over with a smile. His eyes seemed ruthless, yet seemed to contain all the emotions in the world.
Caught off guard, their eyes met, and Jiang Jingyuan's mind went blank.
Her light golden eyes trembled slightly.
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