His spirit body was in an unstable state and he could not leave the Tianjian Sect.

The most important thing is that when he walked out of the courtyard, he didn't know why, and in an instant he seemed to have lost all his courage. In the end, he still used Xie Wushuang's body and went down the mountain in the night rain to the courtyard where Hua Xiangwan was placed.

The courtyard was brightly lit and full of noise. He walked to the door of Hua Xiangwan's room and saw Hua Xiangwan trying on her wedding dress.

Many girls surrounded her, praising her beauty. She turned around in front of the mirror a few times and seemed very satisfied.

The group was laughing and joking, and it took a long time before they noticed him.

Lingnan was surprised and said, "Xie Daojun?"

Hearing Lingnan's voice, everyone looked over.

Seeing this Taoist standing in the rain, everyone felt an inexplicable oppression and fell silent.

Hua Xiangwan was also stunned when she saw "Xie Wushuang", and then she said in surprise: "You... why are you here?"

Judging from Xie Wushuang's personality, he must have come here for something.

Could it be that her erasure of his memory had been discovered?

But her cultivation level was already one level higher than Xie Wushuang's, and she was also a practitioner of magic. Logically, nothing should go wrong when she cast a spell on Xie Wushuang to erase his memory.

So what is Xie Wushuang doing here?

Hua Xiangwan's mind turned for a while and she didn't dare to speak rashly.

Xie Changji said nothing, he just looked quietly at Hua Xiangwan in her wedding dress.

He remembered how she looked in her wedding dress when she married him.

At that time, she did not look like she does now. She was not so gorgeous or beautiful, but she had a pair of clear and gentle eyes, which were filled with the 23-year-old Xie Changji.

They got married outside of their own home, and she sewed her wedding dress herself stitch by stitch. It was far from being as intricate and exquisite as it is today, but when he lifted the veil, he still felt a breathtaking beauty.

Xie Changji's silence made Hua Xiangwan feel a little awkward. She glanced around and whispered, "You guys go back to your rooms first."

Everyone knew something was wrong, so they all quietly dispersed without saying anything.

After there was no one around, Hua Xiangwan looked at "Xie Wushuang". While sizing him up and checking his condition, he asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with you? Do you want to come in first? It's raining outside."

"She's not dead."

Xie Changji suddenly spoke, but Hua Xiangwan didn't understand and asked in confusion, "Who is not dead?"

"I'm waiting for that person."

Xie Changji looked at her and said in a hoarse voice: "I have waited for her for many years. I thought she was dead, but she is alive."

Hua Xiangwan listened and realized that he was probably talking about the woman who had possessed him in his dream.

Although it was a bit strange why he came to her for such a thing, but thinking that Xie Wushuang probably didn't have many friends with his bad temper, and that he looked quite pitiful now, she mercifully pointed to the house and said, "No wonder you are sad. Why don't you come in first and I will chat with you?"

"She didn't come to see me." He ignored Hua Xiangwan's words and just stared at her, as if venting something. "She has had a hard time these years. I have been waiting for her, but she never came to see me."

Hua Xiangwan understood. Isn’t this similar to her?

"Well," she began to persuade him, "a relationship has a beginning and an end, so don't force it. And you may not like her that much, maybe you just can't accept her death. Now that you know she's alive, you should calm down first. Maybe in a couple of days you'll find out that you've let it go."

"Why not come?"

Xie Changji stared at Hua Xiangwan.

Hua Xiangwan took a long time to realize that he was asking about the girl's mentality. She thought for him and guessed, "I can't really say... maybe she thinks you don't like her and it's useless to look for her; or maybe she has found someone else and started a new life? Anyway, I think that if she doesn't come to look for you, it means she has let it go, so you should let it go too. This will be good for everyone."

"But she said she would love me forever."

Xie Changji spoke stubbornly.

Hua Xiangwan laughed: "Who hasn't said something stupid like this when they were young? Don't take it too seriously. Many people just say it and forget about it afterwards."

After saying this, Hua Xiangwan suddenly felt that it was a bit too cruel. She watched the other party silently clench his trembling fists, hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "Well, how about you go and ask your master for advice?"

"Ask him..." Xie Changji's voice was very soft and sounded a little vague, "What do you want to do?"

"He has lived for more than two hundred years, so he must have had a few people he liked in his life, yet he was still able to cultivate the Sword of Conscience to perfection," Hua Xiangwan laughed, "He should know how to control himself and not like someone."

Hearing this, Xie Changji couldn't help but laugh.

This smile made Hua Xiangwan feel a little guilty. She coughed lightly and said, "Anyway, sometimes it's a good thing for everyone to let go and start their own future."

"Let go..." he murmured, slowly raised his head and stared straight at Hua Xiangwan.

"You lied to me."

Hua Xiangwan was a little scared of Xie Changji like this. She denied it guiltily: "How could I lie..."

“You’ve been to Yunlai.”

Hua Xiangwan raised her head suddenly, and Xie Changji stared into her eyes: "The spiritual illusion is your memory, that is Yunlai Fengxia Town."

"you……"

Hua Xiangwan was speechless. She didn't expect that "Xie Wushuang" had not forgotten.

He didn't forget, why is he asking these questions? !

"The Soul-Locking Lamp is the Hehuan Sect's most precious treasure, and it belongs exclusively to you. Back then, Wanwan used it to seal the evil spirit."

Hearing the name "Wanwan", Hua Xiangwan's heart skipped a beat.

The other party ignored him and continued speaking at a very fast speed: "The Dream Butterfly is a secret technique of the Hehuan Palace. Only you know how to use it. Xie Changji learned it from you and used it to indulge in illusions for two hundred years."

"You used to use a sword, and so did Wanwan."

"You said you liked someone so much that you were willing to die for him. You liked that person, so that means..."

Xie Changji paused for a long time before speaking: "Xie Changji?"

Hua Xiangwan said nothing, but looked at the other person in shock. After she had completely digested what the other person said, she calmed down and her expression gradually calmed down.

The sound of rain was pattering. Hua Xiangwan thought for a moment and said helplessly, "Is this how you call your master and elders by their names?"

Xie Changji stared at her: "Is that so?"

Hua Xiangwan knew that Xie Wushuang must have come to her with ironclad evidence, and there was no way to deny it, so she frankly admitted, "Yes."

She looked up at the night rain falling from the sky: "The person I liked back then was indeed your master Xie Changji. Two hundred years ago, I came to Yunlai, using the pseudonym Wanwan, and got entangled with him. Your master didn't like me, so I was disheartened and left on my own. Now two hundred years have passed, and I have settled my grudge with him. You don't have to make trouble anymore."

Since it was him who came and not Xie Changji, he should not have told Xie Changji about this.

Hua Xiangwan thought about it, trying hard to think of how to save it.

Xie Changji listened to this and restrained himself, not daring to speak.

He slowly moved his gaze to Hua Xiangwan's hand, his voice trembling slightly: "You used to use a sword, and you are very good at swordsmanship."

"I give up."

"You were once extremely gifted, and reached the level of a Transformed God at the age of eighteen."

"It's all in the past." Hua Xiangwan chuckled, "If you talk about it too much, it will become a joke."

"Hua Xiangwan," Xie Changji raised his eyes to look at her, "he is already the best man in the world, you are his first wife, he owes you his life."

You could have asked him for everything.

Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this.

"He owes me? No, he doesn't owe me anything."

Hua Xiangwan looked at the young man and explained the right and wrong of the past: "Sealing the ghost spirit was originally my master's request. It has nothing to do with him. I have a friendship with him. He saved me, and I repay him. We never owe each other anything."

"Wanwan died for him."

"She is not, and even if she is, let her die in the past."

Hua Xiangwan stared at "Xie Wushuang" quietly, with a coldness that made people feel chilled.

Looking at the young man's stubborn eyes, she stressed: "Don't bother your master, and don't bother me. I will choose a husband tomorrow, and I will marry Xiu Wen the day after tomorrow. In two days, I will be far away from Yunlai, and he will have nothing to do with me anymore. What are you going to do by telling him?"

"He is the Master of the Sword of Honesty and the number one man in Yunlai. He can't possibly go back to the West with me. But if I tell him that his first wife is going to sleep with someone else, how embarrassing it would be? It would be better for him to die that night. After a few years, he will ascend to heaven and I will find a good match. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

Xie Changji didn't say anything, he just looked at her.

"Wushuang," Hua Xiangwan sighed, "ever since I faked my death, my fate with him has ended. Marriage cannot be forced. I have started over. His reappearance is only a nuisance."

"Trouble?"

Xie Changji murmured, he couldn't understand, staring blankly at the person in front of him: "But obviously... you were the first one to say you liked him."

"Feel sorry."

Hua Xiangwan lowered her head. When she said this, she inexplicably had a misplaced feeling, as if she and Xie Changji had switched places.

At that time he was always the one saying sorry, but in fact, only the one who says sorry is really hurt.

Fortunately, the person in front of her was not Xie Changji, so she could speak more relaxedly.

She looked at "Xie Wushuang" helplessly and said softly, "I did say I liked you, but now, I really don't like you anymore."

Xie Changji looked up blankly, looking at Hua Xiangwan in disbelief. Hua Xiangwan felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and after thinking for a moment, she turned inside.

The moment she turned to leave, Xie Changji suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her.

His hands were cold and wet from the night rain.

He trembled, stared at her and asked, "What did he do wrong?"

What went wrong?

If she says let it go, she lets it go; if she says she doesn’t love you anymore, she doesn’t love you anymore.

She said she loved him all her life, and she was glad that he was still around before she died. Fortunately, he didn't like her, so she didn't have to suffer because of her death.

She was thinking about him till her death, how come for two hundred years...

Only two hundred years...

When we meet again, you won't even recognize me?

Hua Xiangwan was a little dazed when she heard this.

She thought for a long time and smiled bitterly: "He is right in everything. If I must say what went wrong between him and me, it's probably just," Hua Xiangwan paused, then spoke slowly, "When I liked him, he didn't like me."

Xie Changji was stunned.

"But actually, this is not wrong," Hua Xiangwan quickly adjusted her tone, speaking in a relaxed tone, "The Sword of the Heart seeks to see the Way of Heaven in human form, and he has no attachment in his heart. He was the successor of the Sword of the Heart, and the realm of life and death is in danger. It is impossible for him to give up his way and start over for me, and it is impossible for him to love me deeply. It was me who didn't understand clearly, I thought he was just an ordinary disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, struggling with it."

"But fortunately, he didn't fall in love with me," Hua Xiangwan laughed, "Now that his sword of conscience has been completed, he must just feel guilty towards me. As his disciple, you should understand this."

"Don't like it...How do you know that he doesn't like it?"

Xie Changji murmured.

Hua Xiangwan raised her eyes and looked at him intently: "If you don't believe me, you can go back and ask him."

"From the past to now - does he dare to say he likes me?"

Xie Changji was speechless.

He stared blankly at the woman in front of him, and his mind flashed back to countless times in the past, even the last time, she had asked him -

"Xie Changji, do you like me?"

When Hua Xiangwan saw that he had calmed down, she pulled his hand away and advised him, "Go back. This is not what you should think about as a young man. Just pretend you know nothing."

Having said that, she turned inside.

Xie Changji stared blankly at the woman in the wedding dress disappearing in front of him.

After a long time, the pain brought by his unstable soul made him slightly sober. He used his remaining rationality to control himself to turn around, and after settling Xie Wushuang's body, he slowly returned to the realm of life and death.

Kunxuzi had been waiting in the realm of life and death for a long time and was almost going crazy.

Seeing Xie Changji return safely, he hurried to meet him, quite excited.

"You scared me to death, luckily you're back." Kunxuzi raised his hand and took his pulse. "Your spiritual energy is stable, luckily it's OK."

As he spoke, Kunxuzi suddenly remembered and looked up at him, hesitantly asking, "Have you gotten the result you wanted?"

Xie Changji didn't say anything. He withdrew his hand from Kunxuzi and slowly walked towards the figure sitting on the edge of the cliff.

Kunxuzi looked at him blankly. He walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, his soul and body merging into one. Then he looked at the vast snow-covered mountains without saying a word.

Kunxuzi scratched his head, not quite understanding: "What are you young people doing..."

"The Sword of the Heart seeks to see the Way of Heaven through human form, with no attachment in mind."

Xie Changji turned his back to Kunxuzi and murmured, "She said that Xie Changji's sword of inquiry has reached the great perfection of overcoming tribulations, and he has reached the way of heaven, without love or hate."

"who?"

Kunxuzi asked subconsciously, then realized that it should be Hua Xiangwan.

He didn't dare to say more for a moment, and just looked at Xie Changji sitting not far away.

He looked at the completely dried-up deep hole in front of the cliff, his expression calm, and he spoke to himself.

“I have always been pursuing this state.”

"Long Silence..."

Kunxuzi walked nervously behind Xie Changji, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

"In the other world, I killed demons and took out their internal organs, trying to find any trace of her, but I didn't dare to find her."

"This... I've never heard you say this."

Kunxuzi laughed awkwardly: "It's all in the past..."

"Take one pill of the Heartbreak Pill every day, and then move forward, not knowing where to go or where to return."

After hearing these words, Kunxuzi was stunned.

He never thought that Xie Changji had actually been taking the Jueqing Pill.

One pill is enough for an ordinary person to forget a person, but he takes one pill every day...

He couldn't speak and could only listen quietly, watching the snow falling on the mountain with Xie Changji.

He talked a lot, and he talked nonstop about the girl from that year.

They met in Fengxia Town and have been traveling together since then.

They were ambushed by the Western Territory and became husband and wife in a cave.

Until the end, his voice became a little vague.

"I had countless dreams in which she asked me if I liked her. She asked me this question from the beginning to the end, and I just said sorry."

"I didn't dare to speak when she was alive, because I knew in my heart that I had to inherit the Sword of Questioning the Heart to guard the boundary between life and death. It was not easy for the sect to train me. If I give up the sword, who will guard it?"

"After she died, I dared not speak of it, because if I did, she would no longer be here, how could I bear the emotion? I could only cultivate the Way of Heaven and put an end to worldly emotions."

"Why is the sword of the heart so perfect?" Xie Changji lowered his head, hunched his body slightly, and laughed as if he was crying, "Because if you don't practice sword, what is the way?"

When she was alive, he didn't dare to say that he liked her.

Because when she came, the barrier between life and death was about to be broken, and he was the only disciple who could inherit the Sword of Conscience at that time.

If he just liked it a little bit, and it would not affect his pursuit of the way of heaven and fair judgment of all things, then perhaps he would dare to admit this liking.

But when he first realized, he wanted to take her back to the realm of life and death;

He wanted to wait until the boundary between life and death was settled and the next successor arrived before going down the mountain;

He wanted to bring her to the Tianjian Sect like an ordinary disciple, meet the elders, and follow her back to his hometown.

At that time he vaguely understood that he could not acknowledge this kind of love.

His heart of Taoism was shattered, and the Sword of the Heart was no longer passed down. Neither he nor the Heavenly Sword Sect could afford this outcome.

Later, when he finally gained the ability, she was already dead. So day and night, he dared not even admit that he loved her.

The sword of conscience is perfect, not because it is close to the way of heaven, but because the obsession is too strong, so much so that one dares not even admit it.

Because the person who is supposed to be biased is no longer here.

"Chang... Chang Ji, I still have some love-breaking pills here, you can take them first."

This was the first time that Xie Changji spoke so much. Kunxuzi felt sad when he heard it, but there was nothing he could do. He could only take out the pill and pass it to the young man in front.

Xie Changji had been taking this pill for two hundred years, but this time, he did not take it.

Seeing that he did not move, Kunxuzi raised his eyes and looked at him.

Xie Changji raised his head slightly and looked at the Sword of Questioning Heart shining with golden light above his head.

"But she is still alive, and she asked me again."

Xie Changji closed his eyes gently.

"Uncle Master," Xie Changji said in a very soft voice, like the last words of a traveler who had traveled a thousand miles before falling down, "The Sword of the Heart, I have nowhere to go."

As he spoke, particles of light dispersed from Xie Changji's body.

Kunxuzi was stunned for a moment, then realized what Xie Changji was doing and cried out in shock: "Changji! Don't!"

However, Xie Changji remained calm with his eyes closed, his Dao heart still shattered, and his cultivation turned into spiritual energy that filled the sky and scattered all the way.

The black hair turns white in an instant, and the flesh and blood turns into dry bones.

The two hundred years of delayed time seemed to have suddenly returned to this man with a vengeance, as if his natural life span had come to an end and he had reached the end of his rope.

Kunxuzi hurriedly raised his hand to cast a barrier to isolate himself from the surrounding movement, then raised his hand and pressed on the acupuncture points on Xie Changji's back, guiding him to maintain normal muscle and vein movement.

"Chang Ji! Don't be silly! You have come this far! You are only one step away from ascending. What are you so upset about?!"

Kunxuzi spoke out excitedly.

However, Xie Chang closed his eyes and felt a sense of relief that he had never felt in his life.

He felt as if he was back to the time when he was eighteen years old, walking on a country path, and a blindfolded girl in white clothes and with her hair tied with a red rope came up from behind and gently held his hand.

The girl was wearing a sword sheath that she had acquired through years of sword training. It felt a little cold, but unusually soft.

He was startled as he heard the other person saying coquettishly: "Xie Daojun, I can't see the road, please hold my hand."

Back then he pulled her away and handed his sword to her.

This time, he turned his hand and gently held her.

They walked along the country path for a long, long time.

Then it went back to that night when they were surrounded by masters together. Someone wanted to kill her, and he blocked a sword for her and was seriously injured.

She carried him on her back and fled all the way to a cave. She stayed with him and watched him bleed profusely in panic.

His golden core was damaged and his spiritual power could not be circulated, and she was also exhausted after a fierce battle.

It was on that rainy night that she leaned on his chest and said softly, "Xie Changji, let's get married."

Countless times when he recalled it, he would avoid the incident.

He pretended he didn't know at the time.

But deep down, he knew clearly that when she kissed his lips, his heart was throbbing and longing.

He took the initiative to hold her slender waist tightly and entangled with her.

That was the most unbridled beauty he had ever experienced in his life.

Because I was so deep in depravity, I couldn't bear to look back. I woke up the next day and left in a hurry.

That night, she asked again and again, Xie Changji, do you like me?

He never gave an answer.

And this time, he finally reached out his hand.

Hug her, possess her, kiss her, and then tell her the answer she never dared to admit -

I like you.

More eternal than the ancient Zhou Yu.

Longer than eternity.

Flowers bloom in the evening.

The moment this name appeared, all memories became blurry.

A figure appeared clearly in front of him.

The other party finally no longer looked the same as she did two hundred years ago. She was wearing a wedding dress and looked extraordinarily gorgeous. Behind her was the Hehuan Palace, which was covered in blood, broken flags and broken swords.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a huge desire and reached out to her.

He should be here.

Two hundred years ago, now, and in the future.

He had to be by her side.

He was wrong.

He shouldn't have left her alone in front of the Hehuan Palace to bid farewell to her family;

She shouldn't have been left alone for these two hundred years, watching over the lonely lamp;

She shouldn't be allowed to destroy the sword art;

She shouldn't be allowed to be bullied.

A huge desire filled his entire being, always suppressing the desire and surging up.

At that moment, his body completely lost all life.

Kunxuzi felt that the circulation of his spiritual power suddenly stopped. He froze and stared blankly at the body in front of him which had become a shriveled old man, his eyes full of disbelief.

However, after a short moment of panic, he felt the spiritual energy gathering around him and thunderclouds gathering in the sky. Then, he heard a loud thunder and the spiritual energy rushed down like a dragon towards the lifeless man!

Kunxuzi's eyes suddenly widened, and his powerful spiritual power violently knocked him away.

He fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Suddenly, someone supported him from behind and asked anxiously, "What happened?"

Before Kunxuzi could say anything, Bai Yingmei, the head of the Sixth Peak beside him, exclaimed: "Changji is...breaking his mind and changing his ways?!"

Everyone looked up in shock, staring blankly at the young man in the brilliant light not far away.

Breaking one's heart and changing one's ways are only conjectures in ancient books and have never been recorded by a real person.

For cultivators, the Dao heart is their foundation. The so-called Dao heart is the purpose of cultivation. Before the Yuan infant stage, cultivation, spiritual roots, and consciousness determine the upper limit of a cultivator. However, above the Yuan infant stage, whether their Dao heart is firm or not is the key to whether they can ultimately ascend.

For a top monk like Xie Changji who has reached the tribulation stage and is only one step away from ascending to heaven, the heart of Tao is the most important thing.

If one's heart is flawed, one will go astray and become possessed, and it will be difficult to achieve enlightenment.

If one's heart of Taoism is shattered, one's cultivation will be gone and one will turn into ashes.

There is only one situation that can allow a cultivator to continue his life after his Dao heart is shattered - and even his cultivation level will not decline.

That is, he has more than one path.

When one of his beliefs dissipated, the other one was strong enough, strong enough to support all his current cultivation.

But throughout history, it is extremely rare for someone to succeed in practicing Taoism with just one heart, let alone having two obsessions?

Everyone stared in amazement at the almost miraculous situation before them.

Looking at the man in the radiant light, it was as if life was re-injected into him. His dry and white hair turned into a new look, and his flesh and blood quickly filled up, returning to his most handsome face in his early twenties.

Looking at the thunder gathering high in the sky, golden light lit up on his body and the pressure around him rose layer by layer.

Practicing Qi, building foundation, golden elixir, Yuanying, transforming the spirit, and overcoming tribulation!

The moment it reaches the highest level, thunder roars down accompanied by brilliant light.

Su Luoming's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly: "Set up a barrier! Form a formation! It's a thunder tribulation! The thunder tribulation of the tribulation period!"

******

When the first thunder roared from the sky, the area within ten miles of the Heavenly Sword Sect was shaken.

Hua Xiangwan sat in front of the bronze mirror and was startled.

Then Lingnan rushed in and said anxiously, "Young Master, something seems to be wrong with the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"What's wrong?"

Hua Xiangwan frowned, Lingnan raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and said excitedly: "What a huge thunder!"

Hearing this, Hua Xiangwan quickly stood up and walked to the window. He saw thunderclouds gathering in the direction of the Realm of Life and Death, and the entire Realm of Life and Death was shrouded in thunder and lightning.

Fortunately, after the first thunder, the Tianjian Sect had already set up a barrier, so now one could only see the lightning and thunder from a distance, which was not as scary as before.

"Who is going through this tribulation?"

People from Hehuan Palace came over one after another, standing in the corridor and looking around. Lingnan thought for a moment, then turned to look at Hua Xiangwan: "Could it be Lord Qingheng?!"

Among the people, it seems that the only one who could have experienced such a huge thunder tribulation was Lord Qingheng.

Hearing this name, Hua Xiangwan was a little dazed. She slowed down for a moment and then reacted suddenly.

Xie Changji survived the catastrophe? !

It’s good to pass the tribulation. After passing the tribulation, you will ascend to heaven. After ascending, you will leave this small world, and you will never have to see each other again.

So what does she have to worry about?

She hadn't slept the previous night because she was worried that Xie Wushuang would go to Xie Changji and betray her.

No one knew what Xie Wushuang ate to grow up. Not only could she not erase his memory, but he also guessed her identity.

Judging from his tone and the fact that he knew so much about her and Xie Changji, this master and disciple probably still had some feelings for each other. If Xie Wushuang took their master-disciple relationship into consideration and decided to inform Xie Changji on the eve of the wedding, then this marriage would probably be canceled immediately.

But now Xie Changji is going to survive the tribulation?

This is really great news!

Hua Xiangwan smiled and suddenly came alive again. She urged Lingnan: "Quick, ask Lingbei if the wedding has been affected and whether it should be held as scheduled."

Lingnan looked at Hua Xiangwan, who was so happy that she wanted to set off firecrackers. He was confused for a moment, and then he came to his senses and nodded, "Okay."

Lingnan quickly contacted Lingbei. Lingbei seemed to have just woken up. When Lingnan asked him, he quickly got up and checked with the people from the Tianjian Sect about the situation. Then he replied with relief: "Don't worry, it was Daojun Qingheng who ascended to heaven. The head of the sect and the elders of each peak have already gone there. But Daojun Shen said that it will not affect us. The wedding will go on as scheduled."

Ling Nan breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then you prepare well, and we will be responsible for dressing up the young master beautifully and waiting for Shen Daojun."

"knew."

Ling Bei sighed: "I was left alone on the mountain. When I woke up today, I was so busy that I had a headache."

"Okay, I won't tell you." Ling Nan was too lazy to chat with him at this time. "I'll go report the news to the young master."

Having said that, Lingnan cut off the connection and turned to look at Hua Xiangwan.

Hua Xiangwan was taking off her clothes and preparing to take a bath. She listened to the whole process and when she saw Lingnan looking over, she nodded and said, "Got it, everything will continue as usual."

People feel happy when they encounter happy events. After confirming that Xie Changji was going to ascend to heaven, Hua Xiangwan finally felt a little like she was getting married.

After bathing and burning incense, she put on her wedding dress and put on her makeup. She was busy until the early morning. The maid was still ironing her clothes using an incense burner with scented balls when she heard the noise of the bride coming from outside.

"Young Master!" Lingnan ran in from outside and said happily, "Young Master, Shen Daojun is here! Quick," Lingnan took the veil from the side, opened the veil in front of Hua Xiangwan, and said happily, "Quickly cover your head with the veil!"

Hua Xiangwan said nothing. She took a last look at the thunder in the distance.

The thunder seemed to be even louder.

Ling Nan followed Hua Xiangwan's gaze and noticed the silent thunder. He couldn't help but frowned: "This robbery cloud looks... I don't know if Lord Qingheng can hold on."

"Don't worry, old man."

Ling Bei's voice came from outside. Everyone turned around and saw a young man in a light pink gown walking in waving a fan. His face was full of joy. He smiled and saluted Hua Xiangwan: "Young Master."

"Lingbei?"

Hua Xiangwan raised her eyebrows, as if asking him why he was here.

Ling Bei knew what she was asking without her even saying it, and explained, "Young Master, Shen Daojun has arrived at the door, I came to see the situation. If you are ready, we will help you out. As for you——"

Lingbei turned around and patted Lingnan on the head: "He is the Supreme Lord Qingheng, he will definitely ascend to heaven, don't talk nonsense."

"I am also worried..."

"Gossip!"

Lingbei scolded Lingnan and told her not to say anything unlucky again.

Hua Xiangwan felt a little relieved after hearing Ling Bei's words.

That's Xie Changji...

He has created countless miracles, and each time he made Xie Changji unexpectedly powerful.

He had survived so many times in the past, how could something bad happen to him during a catastrophe?

She smiled, bowed her head towards Lingnan, and told her, "Put the veil on your head."

"Okay!"

After hearing Lingnan's words, she quickly lifted up the veil and covered Hua Xiangwan's head.

In an instant, red covered everything in sight.

The spiritual consciousness of cultivators can detect the surroundings, but this veil is specially made. Even Hua Xiangwan cannot check her surroundings. She can only be like an ordinary bride, supported by others, listening to the joyous sounds outside, and then firecrackers are set off, the door creaks open, and Lingnan supports her as she walks forward on the red carpet amid blessings and cheers.

When she reached the door, a piece of red silk was stuffed into her hand. Someone led her from the front. Flower petals fell on both sides. She walked down the stairs and was led to the sedan chair by the other end of the red silk. Then someone lifted the curtain for her and Lingnan helped her step into the sedan chair.

"The zither and the harp are in eternal harmony, the phoenix and the phoenix sing in harmony, and the sedan chair is rising—"

There was a sound of an elder shouting at the side, and then Hua Xiangwan felt the sedan chair shake and start to jolt forward.

This is not her first marriage.

But this was indeed the first time she sat in a sedan chair, listened to so many words of blessing, went through so many red tapes, and married someone.

She used to hate these things, but she didn't know why. Today, after being blessed so much and listening to the joy, she suddenly felt that such a complicated marriage was not bad.

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As Hua Xiangwan's sedan chair traveled towards the Tianjian Sect, the thunder in the realm of life and death became increasingly powerful.

The seven leaders of the Sky Sword Sect gathered together and looked nervously at the young man who was blown to pieces by the thunder.

The lightning had already split open the magic weapons that the people had used to resist the thunder calamity, and it bombarded the young man one by one. No part of the young man's body was intact, but he was still alive.

"He only has half a step left to see the way of heaven." Su Luoming frowned, puzzled, "Why did he suddenly..."

"It wasn't sudden..." Kunxuzi shook his head in pain, "I was wrong. I should have realized it earlier... He hasn't really comprehended it in the past two hundred years. He couldn't hold on for a long time. I should have known it earlier..."

"Then he..." Bai Meiying was puzzled, "How did he cultivate the Heart Sword to the point of overcoming the tribulation?"

"One pill of Jueqing Pill every day," Kunxu Zi said hoarsely, "He has been deceiving himself for two hundred years. His cultivation is flawless and his swordsmanship is extraordinary, but his heart of Taoism... is all supported by pills. His master died, and Miss Wanwan also died. For so many years, he did not dare to face them, so he forced himself to practice the Sword of Questioning the Heart, just hoping that he would not suffer so much. So as early as twenty years ago, his heart of Taoism was already unstable and he went astray..."

"Why didn't you tell me such a big thing earlier?!" Xiao Wenshan shouted angrily when he heard this.

Kunxuzi raised his hand to cover his forehead and said, "Even if I told him, what would it matter? He has no other choice. Besides locking him up, what else can you do?"

These words made everyone silent. Xie Changji was already the strongest person in the Tianjian Sect. If he couldn't do anything, what could others do?

Su Luoming thought for a moment, sighed, and looked forward: "Now that things have come to this, the most important thing is the present."

As he said this, he looked at Bai Meiying beside him and said, "How could this broken heart change be accompanied by such a huge thunder tribulation?"

Hearing the question, Bai Meiying sighed, with a bit of pity in her eyes: "Breaking one's heart and changing one's path is not an easy thing. How can heaven allow you to give up just like that? The second tribulation is even more difficult than the previous one. Whether you live or die depends on Chang Ji himself."

These words made everyone feel extremely heavy in their hearts. The thunder from the sky became more and more fierce, and the breath of the young man in the thunder became weaker and weaker.

Seeing that this person's soul was unstable, Bai Yingmei's eyes could not help but turn red, and her voice became hoarse: "Maybe he can't hold on any longer."

"No, I have to help him..."

Kunxuzi was about to move forward upon hearing this, but Su Luoming grabbed him and said excitedly, "If you go forward, the thunder tribulation will be more severe than this!"

One has to bear the thunder tribulation by oneself. If someone takes over, heaven will send down double the thunder tribulation as punishment.

Kunxuzi froze, looked at the person in the thunder, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Everyone was speechless for a moment. Xie Changji was raised by Kunxuzi and they had a special bond. Now they had to watch this child go to this point, they couldn't bear to watch it anymore, let alone Kunxuzi?

Su Luoming pulled Kunxuzi, couldn't help but sigh, and patted Kunxuzi on the shoulder: "Senior brother, I'm sorry."

Kunxuzi didn't say anything. He heard the deep rumbling of thunder. He raised his head and saw the last thunderbolt condensing at the end of the clouds. Xie Changji on the ground had almost lost consciousness.

He vaguely sensed that his life was over, and he lay on the ground, looking at the black soil that was struck by lightning.

The realm of life and death rarely has such a color; it is always white and icy cold.

However, he didn't like black either. He didn't know when he started to like vibrant colors.

She likes bright red and peach pink; those are her colors.

She had said before that the green pines of the Tianjian Sect were too old-fashioned, and if the mountains were covered with peach blossoms, she would be willing to come and see them more often.

So he moved all the green pines across the mountain and planted peach blossoms for her.

The peach blossoms should be blooming now.

As he was thinking, he heard joy coming from afar, with some banging and hammering, it was very lively.

He lay prone on the ground, feeling as if all his blood had drained out. A piece of peach blossom was blown in by the wind from somewhere and gently fell to the ground.

It was at that moment that the last bolt of lightning struck!

The thunder struck the ground with a deafening roar.

Dust and noise arose instantly, and everyone was forced to retreat dozens of feet by the huge waves.

A sharp pain hit his body. Xie Changji used up all his strength, but he could only reach out his hand tremblingly and hold the peach blossom that should not have appeared.

Flowers bloom in the evening.

He silently repeated the name in his mind.

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