Shen Xiuwen finally reacted after hearing Xie Changji's scolding.

If Xie Wushuang was really here, he could naturally ask a few questions, but this person's status in the Tianjian Sect was not something he could speak to.

He retreated without hesitation, slammed the door shut, and led everyone back in a hurry.

Everyone standing at the door of Hehuan Palace looked at each other. After a moment, Lingnan was incredulous: "The person inside just now was... Xie Daojun?"

"And," Ling Bei thought, with a hint of smile on his lips, "our young master."

Hearing this, Lingnan reacted suddenly.

Young Master is good enough, and he said Xie Wushuang was not good enough, but now he has been defeated?!

She quickly grabbed Ling Bei and warned everyone in Hehuan Palace: "Go back immediately, leave, and don't leave anyone behind!"

Everyone nodded and dispersed instantly.

Hua Xiangwan listened to the noise outside and couldn't catch her breath.

If she dies someday, it will be because of these idiots!

However, her anger only lasted a moment before she realized that the situation was a little tricky.

"Xie Wushuang" was still blocking her way, confining her to an extremely narrow area, with the sword still across her neck, and the sleeve on the other side separating her from the others.

The distance was a bit too close. The clothes on her body were almost just a layer of gauze. The other person's breath and temperature almost penetrated her senses through every hole, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

This dangerous and ambiguous situation made Hua Xiangwan stiffen her body involuntarily. She didn't know whether she was afraid that he would suddenly kill someone or for some other reason.

After all, she is Xie Changji's disciple, and she...she is also his former master's wife.

Thinking of this, she turned her head, trying to restore the atmosphere to its normal state of "tens of swords drawn" and "critical moments".

But the man opposite her didn't move, and didn't even have the slightest murderous intent. For a moment, she couldn't figure out what he was going to do. She could only wait for him to make the first move.

However, Xie Changji seemed to be trying hard to control something and did not respond. He just looked down at her through the white silk.

After a long time, Xie Changji finally raised his hand tentatively, as if wanting to touch her face.

This action startled Hua Xiangwan. She stepped back almost reflexively and pressed her whole body against the cold wall.

Seeing her actions, Xie Changji's breathing paused slightly.

He couldn't help but tighten his sword a little more and suddenly asked, "Are you hiding from me?"

Hua Xiangwan: "Ah?"

"Give him the Dream Seal?"

Hua Xiangwan: "Huh?"

This question made Hua Xiangwan stunned. After a moment's reaction, she realized that he was talking about Shen Xiuwen, and she couldn't help but be even more shocked.

She didn't expect that at this point, "Xie Wushuang" would still be so selfless. Instead of caring about the fact that he was discovered to be possessed, he was concerned about his junior brother being used and having the dream seal put on him?

Who is this good senior brother Yunlai?

What does he mean, coming to seek justice?

But she saw that Xie Wushuang didn't want to fight her to the death, nor did she want to escalate the conflict, so she quickly apologized: "It was indeed my fault to use the Dream Seal, but I didn't mean to harm Shen Daojun. It's just that I only have six days, the situation is urgent, and I have no choice but to use this method..."

Before she could finish her words, Xie Changji suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on Hua Xiangwan.

Hua Xiangwan subconsciously hugged the man. After doing this, he was stunned for a moment, then he reacted.

"Xie Wushuang" had originally been possessed by a demon, and it was obvious in the dream that his mind had gone awry because of her intrusion, and it came so quickly that he probably had no time to deal with the chaos in his own consciousness before it rushed over.

He was just at the end of his strength just now, and he shouldn't be a threat now. If you want to take action, this is the best opportunity.

But do the elders of the Sky Sword Sect know that he has become a demon?

If she didn't know, it would be reasonable for her to kill this person now.

But if he had not been completely possessed by the devil, and the Heaven Sword Sect still held on to a glimmer of hope, she would have killed him. And Shen Xiuwen had testified about the Dream Seal, so she might have caused Xie Wushuang to become evil again first and then kill him.

Xie Wushuang is a disciple of Xie Changji, and has a noble status. When the time comes, Xie Changji might come out in person to seek revenge...

The more Hua Xiangwan thought about it, the more frightened she became. She shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

She couldn't afford the second option, so she decided to cast a life and death curse on Xie Wushuang to save him.

At least there is room for maneuver.

After realizing this, Hua Xiangwan quickly helped him lie down on the bed and pulled away the white silk covering his eyes, revealing his eyes.

The depth of the red color of the eyes indicates the current level of consciousness of the possessed person.

Now Xie Wushuang's eyes were red and he looked very calm, but this kind of calmness was obviously a little abnormal.

It’s over. I’m really terminally ill.

She raised her hand and several magic ropes were tied to Xie Changji's wrists and ankles, and a golden magic circle appeared under Xie Changji.

Prepared for the worst, she jumped onto the bed, sat cross-legged beside "Xie Wushuang", took out the Qingxin Bell from her Qiankun bag, turned to look at Xie Changji who was standing next to her and was very quiet: "This is the ancient magic weapon Qingxin Bell. I will drive away your inner demons in a while. It may be painful, but you must endure it..."

Before she finished her words, she saw "Xie Wushuang" easily break the immortal rope and sit up.

Hua Xiangwan: “…”

Xie Wushuang broke free from the immortal rope, but he did not suddenly attack her with a sword and chop her head. Instead, he leaned forward, raised his hands to hold her head, and buried his nose in her hair as if he was kissing her.

Hua Xiangwan stiffened up, and after a moment, she heard a hoarse voice: "Where's the fragrance?"

fragrance?

What smell?

Hua Xiangwan was confused for a moment, then realized that he had asked the question "smell" twice.

What scent is there on her that is worth Xie Wushuang asking twice?

"You mean Meixiang?!"

When Hua Xiangwan responded, Xie Changji paused and asked in confusion in her ear: "Mei Xiang?"

"Yes, as long as the disciples of Hehuan Palace activate the dual cultivation method," Hua Xiangwan said with a stiff smile, maintaining the belief that "if I am not embarrassed, then others will be embarrassed," "the body will naturally produce a charming fragrance, which is used to assist the dual cultivation method and is most likely to confuse people's minds."

"Disciple of Hehuan Palace..."

Xie Changji murmured, he raised his head and looked at Hua Xiangwan: "Everyone has it?"

Hua Xiangwan nodded seriously: "Everyone has one."

It's just that everyone's taste is slightly different.

Xie Changji didn't say anything. He looked at Hua Xiangwan: "Falling into a dream, moonlight, lake water..."

He described the scene in his dream: "Does everyone fall into dreams like this?"

"Not really," Hua Xiangwan answered honestly on such a sensitive topic without blushing or breathing hard, "This is the standard method taught by my senior sister. You can refer to it when you don't know how to construct a dream..."

Hua Xiangwan said, feeling somewhat unsure under Xie Changji's gaze, and her voice became a little softer: "Or copy it."

Xie Changji remained silent, and the redness in his eyes gradually faded away.

Hua Xiangwan felt that the other party was not very happy. She coughed lightly and wanted to say something nice to ease the atmosphere: "I didn't know where the dream imprint was on you. If you knew that it was your dream tonight, I would definitely not be so perfunctory and would definitely design it well..."

"That's enough."

Xie Changji suddenly interrupted her and stared at her: "Where were you two hundred years ago?"

"Two hundred years ago..." Hua Xiangwan was confused by his irrelevant questions, "I was in Hehuan Palace?"

"Never been to Yunlai?"

Hua Xiangwan was startled by this, and she forced a smile: "I would like to come, but the two places are far apart, and the affairs of Hehuan Palace are complicated. If it weren't for this marriage proposal, I'm afraid I would never come here in my lifetime."

After hearing this answer, he closed his eyes, seemed to relax for a long time, then opened them again, grabbed the white silk beside him, stood up, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Hua Xiangwan grabbed the bed curtains to cover her body, only poking her face out, and said cautiously: "Xie Daojun, are you leaving just like that?"

After saying this, she felt that this scene and this question were strange no matter how she looked at them.

Xie Changji stopped and seemed to be waiting for her.

Hua Xiangwan was worried and spoke quickly, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your possession. My Qingxin Bell is really helpful to a possessed monk like you who is just unstable in his Taoism but still has his sanity. You can come to me when you figure it out. Of course, in exchange, you have to help me facilitate the friendship between the two sects..."

"You came to the Tianjian Sect to propose marriage?" Xie Changji suddenly interrupted her.

Hua Xiangwan didn't understand and nodded blankly: "Yes."

"Who?"

"Uh..." Hua Xiangwan didn't expect Xie Wushuang to ask this. She hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "Is Shen Xiuwen okay?"

Xie Changji didn't say anything. Hua Xiangwan inexplicably felt that the night wind was a little cold.

After a long while, he whispered, "I know."

After saying this, he walked away.

Hua Xiangwan took advantage of the last chance to persuade him again: "An unstable mind is a terminal illness for cultivation. He Huan Palace is an expert in this field, and it doesn't matter if it's not Shen Xiuwen. You just need to help me find a disciple..."

Before he could finish his words, he had already disappeared into the night. Hua Xiangwan spoke the rest of his words in a whisper: "Everyone wins..."

Now that she's gone, naturally no one will reply to her.

Hua Xiangwan stared at the door in shock.

She didn't expect that Xie Wushuang didn't care at all about her being possessed by a demon. This nonchalant attitude really confused her.

Is this the arrogance of a possessed person?

It took her a long time to react. She raised her hand to close the doors and windows, sighed, opened her arms, and fell onto the bed.

The Dream Seal was on Xie Wushuang, so Shen Xiuwen must have known about it.

If you are caught cheating again and again, it will be hard for the other party to like you even if you grow up to be a fairy.

What's wrong with Xie Wushuang? How can she even see the seals left by a magic cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage? Sometimes the Demon Lord can be fooled by her seals. What's Xie Wushuang's background?

This time, I’m afraid I won’t be able to bring anyone back from the Tianjian Sect.

Fortunately...

The flower closed its eyes at dusk, and raised the corners of its mouth in the night——

It doesn't matter.

******

Xie Changji walked from the corridor to his room, and the night breeze finally made him more sober.

He looked up at the dead branches in the courtyard and raised his hand gently. The dead branches then sprouted new green buds. The green buds grew rapidly, turned into blooming pear blossoms, then floated down and returned to the dead branches.

The revival of a dead tree is already a high-level magic in the world of cultivation, not to mention the resurrection of a person from the dead.

Humans are spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, and that is a complete taboo against heaven.

Xie Changji stood at the window for a long time, and finally lowered his head, took out the jade token of voice transmission from his arms, and raised his hand to make a stroke.

After a moment, the jade token lit up, and Kunxuzi's voice rang out from the jade token: "Changji? What happened?"

"Uncle Master," Xie Changji said, "If a person's appearance, voice, or even aura changes, and I don't want to search for his spirit, but want to know if he is an old friend, what should I do?"

“Yes…” Kunxuzi tried to test: “Is it… Wanwan?”

Xie Changji said nothing, taking it as his tacit agreement.

When Kunxuzi heard this, he sighed, but he didn't find it strange.

Most of the questions Xie Changji asked him in recent years were related to this.

He thought for a moment and said, "If it's Wanwan, I do have a way. When the ghost spirit was born, it was Wanwan who used her own magic weapon and the Sword of Questioning the Heart to seal the ghost spirit. The magic weapon is connected to the owner by blood. If she is really Wanwan, then if you can sense the ghost spirit being born, she must be able to sense it too. You just need to observe."

"good."

"But before that—" Kunxuzi said solemnly, "Nothing has changed. Wanwan is gone. You guessed that person has nothing to do with Wanwan."

"The ghost spirit is about to be born. This is a matter of great importance. Chang Ji, you cannot make any mistakes."