The sound of rain was dripping, Hua Xiangwan felt a little tired, and was nestled in Xie Chang's silence, half awake and half asleep.

Xie Changji held the person in his arms, looking at the drizzle outside the window, but he couldn't sleep.

He didn't know what it felt like.

He had never had such an experience before. He felt as if something filled his heart, making him feel that everything in this world was good and moving.

He listened to the sound of rain, watched the rain hitting the magnolia, smelled the damp air mixed with the woman's body fragrance, and quietly felt it all.

"Um?"

Hua Xiangwan woke up in a daze and noticed that Xie Changji was still awake. She turned around blankly and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Hearing this, Xie Changji lowered his eyes and said honestly, "I can't sleep."

Hua Xiangwan paused for a moment and gradually woke up. She turned over and lay face to face with Xie Changji.

After the lovemaking, both of them were naked, half covered by a thin satin blanket. Hua Xiangwan looked at the handsome face of the young man in front of her. His expression was calm, but with a warmth that was not usually there. She thought for a moment, sniffed, and said, "If you can't sleep, then I can chat with you?"

"You go to sleep." Xie Changji shook his head, "I'll just lie down for a while."

"No one has ever chatted with you?"

Hua Xiangwan looked at his reaction and was a little curious. Xie Changji thought about it seriously and shook his head as if answering a very serious question, "Except you, no one." "Have I ever chatted with you before?"

Hua Xiangwan couldn't remember for a moment. Xie Changji lowered his eyes to hide the expression in his eyes. His gaze was a little gentle: "Often."

"Why don't I remember?"

Hua Xiangwan thought about it for a while and felt a little strange. Xie Changji said gently, "You used to talk a lot."

She is talkative and always wants to find topics to talk to him more, but he hardly responds at that time. Can this be considered chatting?

But considering Xie Changji's personality, perhaps his response of just a few "hmm"s was already a great effort on his part.

Hua Xiangwan expressed her understanding. She pondered for a moment, raised her hands to her head, looked at Xie Changji, and said with a smile: "Then you don't find me annoying?"

“I like it.”

Xie Changji looked at her without hiding anything: "I like every word you say to me."

Hearing this, Hua Xiangwan's heart skipped a beat. She felt inexplicably embarrassed. She knew that he wouldn't lie most of the time, but the more she knew, the happier she felt. Thinking that it might be because of his handsome face, she decided not to look at him. She turned over and lay on the bed, muttering, "Before, you couldn't even saw with your mouth, but now it's like you've been enlightened. Did Kunxu send you somewhere to learn this?"

"I just don't have the habit of saying things I don't think clearly about."

Xie Changji said this, raising his hand to pull the quilt over her. Hua Xiangwan listened to him and looked at him sideways, somewhat curiously: "So what you are saying now is what you have thought through?"

"Um."

Xie Changji responded: "I've been thinking about it for many years."

"You..." Hua Xiangwan hesitated, "Have you been thinking about this for the past two hundred years?"

"I'm thinking about it," Xie Changji said slowly, "recalling every detail bit by bit."

So he never forgot any details.

It took him two hundred years to slowly confirm, resist, and finally accept, bit by bit - he liked her.

Hua Xiangwan understood what he meant. She looked at Xie Changji. He was different from everyone she knew. He had a high level of cultivation and extraordinary intelligence. He seemed to be able to comprehend the most profound principles in the world, but in the details, he seemed to be worse than even a child.

She looked at him quietly, and after a while, she spoke softly: "Xie Changji, what did you do when you were a child?"

Hearing this, Xie Changji remained silent. Hua Xiangwan recalled: "I was very naughty when I was a child. I played every day. My father was seriously ill, but he loved me very much. He told me stories every day. My mother and master taught me how to practice. There were also many brothers and sisters who would play with me..."

As she spoke, Hua Xiangwan couldn't help laughing: "Second Senior Brother would take me to fly the sword in the sky and fly a kite, Senior Brother would make origami cranes for me, and Senior Sister would make delicious food for me and throw sandbags..."

Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but turn her head as she spoke: "What about you? What are you doing?"

"Practice."

Xie Changji thought about those years and said seriously: "I got up at 11:00 a.m. every day, fetched water, stood on the stake, and swung the sword 10,000 times. After that, I listened to my master's teachings, read books, and went to bed at 11:00 p.m."

"No more? Then what do you do during your break?"

Hua Xiangwan was puzzled. Xie Changji thought about it and said, "Look, listen, smell, taste, and feel."

"What is this for?" Hua Xiangwan didn't understand, so Xie Changji explained it seriously.

“See everything, hear every sound, smell every smell, taste every taste, feel every feeling.”

"Cold, hot, painful, sore, painful..."

Xie Changji described: "Then, one by one, I matched, one by one, understood, and imitated."

He could not understand the meaning of all words naturally like ordinary people. He knew what pain was only after he had experienced it, and he knew what pain was only after he had experienced it.

However, it is precisely because of this that he either does not understand the things in this world, or understands them more deeply and thoroughly than ordinary people.

But it’s not that he doesn’t understand, he just understands slower than others.

It's always a little late.

Hua Xiangwan felt inexplicably sad when she heard him say this, and she only asked, "You couldn't sleep just now, were you doing this too?"

"Um."

Xie Changji responded, and Hua Xiangwan became curious: "So what did you hear, see, and feel?"

Xie Changji listened to her words in silence. After a long while, he said slowly, "Happiness."

Hua Xiangwan was stunned. Xie Changji looked at her with a gentle look. He raised his hand and tucked her hair behind her ears, and said softly, "I hear the sound of rain, like the sound of nature; I smell the water vapor, and it feels refreshing; I see the drizzle, the warm lights, the magnolias, and the long corridor, and I think they are all beautiful. The world is lively, and everything is lovely, which makes people extremely happy."

"Like this world?"

Hua Xiangwan heard the tenderness in Xie Changji's tone and couldn't help but laugh.

Xie Changji thought about it and replied, "I like it."

"Then remember this feeling well." Hua Xiangwan stretched out her hands, put her arms around his neck, and got close to him.

The two of them leaned their foreheads against each other in the dark night, and her voice softened a lot: "All the ways approved by the way of heaven begin with love and end with kindness. Only when the heart is happy, the heart is sad, and the heart is sad, can there be kindness and virtue."

Xie Changji listened to this, he looked up at her, his black and white eyes moved slightly: "No one has ever said that."

"And what did they tell you?"

“Born this way.”

Xie Changji said calmly: "We are born to be kind, to take life as our responsibility, and to understand right and wrong."

"If it were so simple, and everything was born this way," Hua Xiangwan laughed, "then how could there be good and evil in the world?"

Xie Changji listened without saying anything, as if he was thinking.

Hua Xiangwan looked at him, thought for a moment, raised her hands to hold his waist, looked up at him, and interrupted his thoughts: "Forget it, don't think about this, think about the future. You had a quarrel with Kunxu this time. If we go back to Yunlai, can we still go back to Tianjian Sect?"

"What exactly do you want to pay back?"

Ignoring Hua Xiangwan's vague assumptions, Xie Changji raised his eyes and spoke directly.

Hua Xiangwan paused, and Xie Changji stared at her: "Are you begging for death?"

Hua Xiangwan said nothing, and the sound of rain gradually faded. Xie Changji knew that she might want to cover it up again.

He was used to it, but he still felt a little disappointed. He sighed and said, "Go to sleep."

“I want them to live.”

Hua Xiangwan suddenly spoke, and Xie Changji didn't expect her to respond. He raised his eyes and asked, "Who?"

“They” cannot be just Shen Yichen, it must be many people.

Even though he had guessed it in his heart, he still couldn't help but confirm: "The dead person in Hehuan Palace?"

"right."

Hua Xiangwan did not hide it, and Xie Changji frowned: "Resurrection from the dead is against the will of heaven. Everything in this world has a price to pay."

“So I’ve already prepared the price.”

Hua Xiangwan responded quickly, and Xie Changji felt nervous.

"What's the price?"

"There are 103 inner sect disciples," Hua Xiangwan looked away, not daring to look at Xie Changji, and quickly spoke of her plan, "My mother gave them soul marks back then, and I can follow the soul marks to retrieve their souls. Once I find their souls and prepare their bodies, I can bring them back, so I went to the Heavenly Sword Sect to get the Ghost Spirit."

"You want the ghosts, not for revenge, but to resurrect them?"

"There is no difference between the two," Hua Xiangwan said, her eyes extremely calm. "You are right. Everything in this world has a price. So, if you want a life, someone must die. They owe Hehuan Palace," Hua Xiangwan raised her eyes and spoke calmly, "they have to pay it back."

"I didn't have enough ability before." Hua Xiangwan said, leaning on Xie Changji's chest, "I can easily destroy any of the Nine Sects, or fight to the death with Wen Rong with all my strength, but I don't have the ability to fight against the Demon Lord, Mingluan, Qingle, and the Nine Sects at the same time. And after the incident in Hehuan Palace, these people have become as solid as a piece of iron. Their common enemy is Hehuan Palace. Any reckless action on my part will lead to the destruction of the palace."

"So, for the past two hundred years, I have been trying to gain their trust, waiting for the Gu Ling to be born, and at the same time confirming what happened back then and who did what. I have thought it through," Hua Xiangwan laughed, "When the Gu Ling is born and the Demon Lord is seriously ill, I will go to the Tianjian Sect in the name of snatching the Gu Ling back. Then I will kill Wen Shaoqing, frame Ming Huo, sow discord between the two palaces, find the traces of my senior brothers and sisters, and snatch the bodies back. When I use the power of the Gu Ling to kill all of them and revive my senior brothers and sisters, I will have come to the end. I can't really let the Gu Ling bring disaster to the world, nor can I really ignore the consequences for my own selfishness."

Hua Xiangwan looked clear-headed and spoke very frankly: "So, from the moment I went to the Heavenly Sword Sect, I had already determined the ending for myself."

As she spoke, she looked up at him, somewhat helplessly: "It's just that I didn't expect you to come."

"And now?"

When Xie Changji heard her words, he knew that she had new plans, otherwise she would not have told him these.

"Now," Hua Xiangwan smiled and moved closer to him, raising her hand to cover his face, and said frivolously, "Aren't you here?"

"After the battle at Mingluan Palace, many of the Nine Sects will surely join us. Yunchang will help me get the Blood Order, and I will become the Demon Lord smoothly. When the time comes, we will get the method to revive Yichen, and we will be able to revive Yichen."

"Then you help me revive Shen Yichen and kill them with me," her words were like those of a witch, tempting him to sink into hell together, "Exchange their lives for the lives of my Hehuan Palace disciples. When Hehuan Palace is stable, we will take the ghosts back to the realm of life and death. Thank you Changji," she looked at him, her eyes full of hope, "I don't want to die anymore."

Xie Changji said nothing, he lowered his eyes to the scar on her chest.

Her words were full of loopholes.

How did she know that the Demon Lord would be seriously ill when the Ghost Spirit was born?

Since these people were as strong as a piece of iron, why did Hehuan Palace survive? What did the Demon Lord exchange with her?

In the Mirror, they already knew that the Demon Lord was the one who took away Qin Xiansheng's soul, which meant that the Demon Lord was most likely the mastermind behind the incident in Hehuan Palace. The Demon Lord was also the strongest person in the Western Territory, but her entire plan did not include any plan on how to deal with the Demon Lord. Why?

He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to open his mouth. An idea crossed his mind -

The other half of the ghost is with the Demon Lord.