Chapter 67 Demon Cult White Moonlight 22 The Third World Ends
Since that day, Ning Huaiqing hadn't seen Ali for a long time.
She did not imprison him. If he felt bored, he could even walk around, but no matter where he was, he would not find her.
She seemed to be even busier, and even Zhu Yu was often not in the palace, as if she had long forgotten him.
Ning Huaiqing couldn't help but think over and over again about what she had said before, wondering which ones were true and which ones were false.
Why can he be summoned and dismissed at will?
Ning Huaiqing hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. His eyes were dark and bruised, and he looked much more depressed, like a wandering ghost unwilling to leave the world, seeming out of place.
There were shouts outside the window. He looked down from the window with calm eyes. The disciples of the Demon Palace were training intensively every day.
He knew that this fierce battle was inevitable.
Judging from the current strength and preparations of the two factions, the righteous faction will undoubtedly lose this battle.
The continuous sound of training came from all around, deafening. Ning Huaiqing put away the Qingyun Sword and walked out of the palace for the first time.
Whether it was for the upcoming war or something else in his heart, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
On the way out, every disciple of the Demon Sect I saw was ready to go, looking solemn.
Ning Huaiqing took in the moves and formations they practiced without leaving any trace, thinking about how to deal with them.
Before he knew it, he arrived in front of a palace called "Liuyan".
This palace was no different from any other, except that the windows on the second floor were open and a man and a woman were talking at a table by the window.
Ning Huaiqing stopped unconsciously.
The woman had a cold and beautiful appearance, a face that was clearly otherworldly, but she had a pair of charming eyes that when she looked at you were like clear spring water, soft and charming.
But all of this is hidden under the usual coldness and few people can see it.
As he was speaking, the man took a few steps forward and pointed at the table.
Looking out the window, his tall body completely surrounded the petite woman in his arms. The woman had her eyelashes drooped and occasionally raised her head to talk to the man, with complete trust and familiarity in her eyes.
It is unknown what they said, but the man leaned down and whispered in the woman's ear. The two of them were very intimate, as if no one was around.
The air around him seemed to be frozen. Ning Huaiqing pursed his thin lips, the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white, and his pupils were frighteningly deep.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Zhu Yu patted his shoulder from behind, but he suddenly threw her to the ground and she couldn't move.
"Are you crazy?!" Zhu Yu was in so much pain that tears were streaming down her face. This person was usually silent, so who would have thought that he would suddenly do something like this.
She came to talk to him with good intentions, but was repaid with ingratitude.
Zhu Yu lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't stand up. She looked up and saw that Ning Huaiqing didn't look at her at all. His eyes were fixed on the Liuyan Palace not far away.
Zhu Yu was so angry that she was going crazy, and she didn't even call out to Master Ning: "Hey! This is a sacred place of the Divine Religion, you can't come here!"
Ning Huaiqing turned around, his eyes slashing like a knife, making people shudder: "I... can't come?"
Zhu Yu was stunned and felt that something was wrong with him today.
The two people in the hall also heard the noise here, and they fell from the window one in front and one behind.
Ning Huaiqing's pupils trembled slightly, and he didn't look over at first. His long eyelashes covered his dark eyes in panic. He waited until everything returned to normal before turning around and looking back.
Among the four people present, only Zhu Yu saw this series of changes.
Ning Huaiqing's gaze was fixed on Ali's face, his eyes broken.
Canglan noticed it keenly and quickly looked at Ali. Seeing that there was no expression on her face, he felt relieved.
"Zhu Yu," Ali spoke first, "What's wrong with you?"
"Master, I'm fine." Zhu Yu stood up while enduring the pain in her body, and slipped to stand behind A Li, staying away from the moody Ning Huaiqing.
"Since you're alright, come with me to a place."
Ali gave the order in a calm voice, his eyes never fixed on Ning Huaiqing from beginning to end, as if he was just an insignificant stranger.
The three of them left quickly, and Ning Huaiqing stood there with a dead look in his eyes.
After a moment, he looked at her departing back with an unusually calm expression, but blood oozed from between his fingers.
Is it that you get bored with the old and love the new, or do you simply not care?
Or maybe, once you get it, there is no need to pretend to be nice to it anymore.
Ning Huaiqing walked back expressionlessly, a boundless chill rising from the soles of his feet, making him tremble uncontrollably.
She is the leader of the Demon Cult, and he is the deputy envoy of the Demon Cult. Naturally, they stay together every day and are inseparable.
They have been together for more than ten years and have long been inseparable.
They are the same kind of people.
I am just a passer-by.
*
Ali and the other two spent the entire afternoon at a secret training ground dozens of miles away. Zhu Yu followed behind them, seeming a little absent-minded.
She wanted to inform the leader of what she had discovered about Ning Huaiqing, to prevent him from colluding with the righteous faction and affecting the upcoming war.
But Canglan always stayed around the leader, never relaxing for a moment, and Zhuyu had no chance to talk to the leader alone.
She curled her lips and gave Canglan a fierce look.
During this period, Deputy Envoy Cang frequently went in and out of "Zuimengyue" on the pretext of discussing the battle arrangements with the leader, and almost stayed in the palace.
Fortunately, the leader still treated him politely and always acted impartially.
Zhu Yu walked silently, thinking that she had already told the leader many things that Deputy Envoy Cang had done in private. These things had touched the leader's reverse scale, but she had not yet dealt with him.
Could it be that they are worried about disrupting the fighting spirit of the disciples of the Divine Religion and want to wait until after this battle to deal with it?
The sun soon set and the three of them returned to the palace.
Zhu Yu wanted to report to the leader immediately, but the leader saw that she was limping and asked her to find a witch doctor to apply medicine first and report back when there was anything wrong.
Zhu Yu touched his still painful side waist and knees and agreed, thinking that it would not be too late to come back after applying the medicine.
Unexpectedly, the witch doctor saw that Zhu Yu was injured in so many places, so he took her to heal for a long time and prescribed a lot of external medicine before letting her go.
It was half an hour later when Zhuyu came to "Zuimengyue" again.
Seeing that the door was closed, she knocked.
It was quiet inside, without a sound.
She waited for a while, but still no movement.
"Did the leader go out again tonight for something? Didn't he tell me?"
Although Zhu Yu felt strange, he left quickly and looked for people everywhere.
But who would have thought that in the hall separated by a door, the night pearls used for lighting were covered up, and it was pitch dark.
The moment Ali pushed the door open, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Before he could react, someone poked him in the acupoint and froze him in place.
She was hugged from behind, and the familiar and heavy breath sprayed on her neck, causing her to shiver.
Ning Huaiqing lowered his eyes and kissed her from the back of her neck to her slightly open lips, with great tenderness.
My heart, which had been wandering and restless for days, finally settled down.
Ning Huaiqing's hot body pressed tightly against A Li, and she deepened the kiss desperately, as if she would never leave him again if it got deeper.
"Ning Huaiqing, what are you doing?"
The unique secret message of Linfeng Villa broke Ning Huaiqing's self-deceptive intoxication.
He suddenly stopped, then gave a wry smile: "You've even learned this."
Her world was too vast, and from the past to the present, he knew very little about her.
But she knew him very well.
So, she could trap him at any time, or kick him away at any time.
And he had no way to do anything about it.
Ning Huaiqing stopped beside her ear and said in a hoarse voice: "What am I to you?"
When they were in love, she had said that she loved him and was fond of him, but after just a few days, she seemed to have changed her face and became cold and heartless.
"Have you ever had me in your heart?"
Ning Huaiqing's breathing became lighter and lighter. He wanted to ask for an answer, but was afraid of scaring her.
A long time passed, so long that Ning Huaiqing's fiery and restless heart had calmed down, and the secret voice that he had been familiar with since childhood did not sound either.
...She didn't even want to lie to him.
Ning Huaiqing's shoulder muscles tensed, tears glistened in his eyes, and he bit down hard on Ali's round earlobe: "You are so cruel."
"But it doesn't matter..."
Ning Huaiqing's eyes were distracted and fanatical as he tore off her clothes piece by piece: "I've thought of a good idea."
The finest silk suddenly slipped down, piling up layer by layer at the bare white feet. The heavy curtains blocked out all the light, and the only sound in the empty hall was the gradually heavier breathing.
Ali was laid down on the table, his hands tied with a belt and firmly pinned above his head.
Ning Huaiqing blindfolded her and leaned over forcefully, but suddenly felt her trembling.
She is scared.
Ning Huaiqing's pupils suddenly constricted when he noticed this, and his out-of-control consciousness instantly returned. He moved his gaze to Ali's eyes, and fear spread from the bottom of his heart, quickly engulfing him.
She would never love him again.
It's really the last time between them.
After a few breaths, the burning kiss fell again.
But this time, he turned back into the Ning Huaiqing of the past, kissing her gently and desperately.
"I love you."
This is my truest feeling. During these days of worry and anxiety, I have repeated it in my heart tens of thousands of times.
"In my heart, there is only you."
Even if I am just an insignificant person to you, I still want to tell you my true feelings clearly and plainly.
There was a warm and wet feeling on the neck, and even the bitter and salty taste between our intertwined lips.
Ali's breathing stagnated, and he moved his fingers slightly to suppress the bitterness in his eyes, and his curled eyelashes swept across his palm.
Then, she raised her head and responded to the kiss.
Ning Huaiqing shuddered, slowly opened his eyes, retracted his hand, and met her clear, watery eyes. His voice choked with sobs: "...When did you untie it?"
"From the moment you walk in the door."
His voice was hoarse: "Then why did you..."
"Because I want to know what you are going to do." Ali's tone was tender, but when it fell into Ning Huaiqing's ears, it seemed to sentence him to death.
The color on his face suddenly faded, and he didn't dare to look into her eyes again. Self-blame and guilt instantly overwhelmed him.
At this point, even an apology seems particularly pale.
Ning Huaiqing's throat rolled up and down, and he suddenly picked up the Qingyun Sword beside him and swung it towards his neck.
Ali was shocked and quickly threw himself into his arms, knocking the sword out of his hand.
"Ning Huaiqing!"
Ning Huaiqing subconsciously protected Ali in his arms, and the two of them fell onto the carpet.
Ali pushed him away with her bound hands, and for the first time, she was so angry that she was incoherent: "What are you crazy about?! You want to die here and expect me to collect your body?!"
"No..." Ning Huaiqing's momentum instantly dropped, like a child who had done something wrong. In order to avoid her anger, he kept trying to get into her arms.
However, Ali pushed him away again without mercy. This time, he did not hold back his strength, and Ning Huaiqing's head hit the pillar behind him with a dull sound.
A flash of heartache flashed across Ali's eyes, but he remained stern: "If you want to die, go outside and die. I'm telling you, I will never collect the body of someone like you!"
Seeing that she was really angry, Ning Huaiqing didn't dare to rub the back of his head even though it hurt so much. He just stared at A Li hesitantly: "I was wrong, don't be angry with me..."
Ali was about to continue lecturing him, but he couldn't help but shudder.
It was late autumn, and she was naked, while Ning Huaiqing was fully dressed.
Ning Huaiqing also noticed this, and very tactfully picked her up and carried her back to bed.
Ali was so angry that he had no way to vent it, so he used all his tricks to torment Ning Huaiqing.
One of them attacked while the other dodged. In the short few steps they took back to the inner room, countless rare treasures displayed in the hall were smashed to pieces, leaving the ground in a mess.
After great effort, Ning Huaiqing finally subdued her and stuffed her into a warm quilt.
Ali's face flushed red, and he was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon, making it difficult for him to get up.
Ning Huaiqing was not in a much better condition. He was in a mess and had a bloody cut on his cheek where Ali had just scratched him.
The two of them just panted and stared at each other beside the bed.
Ning Huaiqing touched the wound on his cheek with the back of his hand and whispered, "I'll go get Zhu Yu."
"Stop, what do you want her to do?"
Ning Huaiqing stopped obediently, his eyes revealing guilt: "Ask her to get you a new set of clothes and help you put them on." Her clothes had been torn to shreds by him just now.
Ali stared at him: "Can't you do these things?"
Ning Huaiqing took a few steps back, looking dejected: "...How am I qualified to do this now?"
Ali was silent for a moment: "I will tell you the two questions you asked just now."
Ning Huaiqing immediately raised his head, his eyes shining with light as he looked at her eagerly.
"Let me go first."
Upon hearing this, Ning Huaiqing quickly rescued her from the tightly wrapped quilt.
Ali let out a long breath, grabbed his hand and placed it directly on his heart: "Here, you have always been alone."
His palm rested on her warm skin, and he could clearly feel her pounding heart, which was exactly the same as his.
Ning Huaiqing seemed stunned: "Say it again..."
Ali was rarely talkative and repeated it.
Ning Huaiqing's eyes slowly turned red again, and the emotions deep in his heart kept surging: "Say it again."
Ali: ...
She was too lazy to speak again, and just pulled his hand down. When Ning Huaiqing reacted, she was holding a soft and smooth object in her hand.
This is what she wanted to say.
Ning Huaiqing was horrified and hastily turned his eyes away, stuffing her and her hands back into the quilt.
Ali: ...
She closed her eyes and said, "Call Zhuyu."
"You, get out."
*
The righteous people waited for more than a month, but the army of the Demon Cult did not come again. However, Ning Yueze from Linfeng Villa waited for an acquaintance.
It was the same demon sect disciple who had come to negotiate earlier. He brought a man covered in dirt to Ning Yueze and said, "Master Ning, our sect leader ordered me to bring this man here. What to do with him is entirely up to you, Master Ning."
The demon sect members left quickly. Ning Yueze approached the man in the hall and saw his face clearly: "He Wenqing!"
He Wenqing had been tortured to the point of being unconscious. He didn't know where he had revealed his whereabouts and was captured by the people of the Demon Cult, and now he was sent here.
He huddled on the ground, shivering, and no longer looked like he used to be.
His hands were stained with the blood of dozens of Feihong Sect members, so Ning Yueze would naturally not let him go easily.
The disciples of Linfeng Villa quickly took He Wenqing away and detained him.
Ning Yueze sat at the top and pondered for a long time.
This move could be seen as a gesture of goodwill from the Demon Cult. Combined with the fact that the Demon Cult army had not yet arrived, he had an almost crazy idea in his mind.
Could it be true, as Huai Xiu and the others said, that the leader of the demonic cult was willing to do this for Huai Qing...
Sure enough, a month later, a letter from the Demon Cult was delivered to the hands of the leaders of the existing sects.
The letter said that the leader of the Demon Cult could not bear to see further unrest in the martial arts world, which had caused widespread grief. She followed her father's last wish and promised that the Demon Cult would not invade the Central Plains again.
However, this land had previously belonged to the Demon Cult, and the local people have already adapted to the current life. It would not be good to have another change. According to the current situation, the various forces can be divided.
His words were so smooth and cunning that it was impossible to find fault with them.
Even though some righteous people still had complaints, they were forced by the situation to agree to this "reconciliation" letter and bow to the evil cult.
Since then, the good and evil have achieved superficial harmony.
Although all parties still have their own thoughts and the undercurrent game has not stopped, at least the bloodbath like that of more than a decade ago will not happen again.
*
Western Regions.
The once high-ranking Deputy Envoy Cang has now become a prisoner.
His misconduct angered the leader, who in anger threw him into a dark cell.
The demon cult had countless ways of torturing people, and Canglan was left with only his last breath.
He thought about everything he had done over the years and felt that everything was just a waste of time. He couldn't help but laugh miserably.
He knew that what he did could not escape the leader's eyes, but the leader did not care about him and even rarely scolded him.
He thought he was different.
So after the leader ignored Ning Huaiqing, he knew that the opportunity had come.
He replaced a pot of poisoned wine and placed it in Ning Huaiqing's palace.
That wine can make people manic and unstable, and they will vomit blood and die shortly after drinking it, without anyone knowing.
But the matter was still discovered by the leader, and the medicine company took a risky move to rescue Ning Huaiqing.
Later, the leader came to him to question him, and he still used the same excuse of not wanting to disappoint the former leader's will to get away with it, but this time, it didn't work.
The leader stood before him with a cold expression, "I honestly believe I have fulfilled my father's legacy. Today, the Divine Religion is thriving and everyone is happy. Even if he were still alive, he wouldn't be able to explain why."
"And who are you to threaten me with these words?"
Canglan, who was in a trance, curled his lips. It was good that his leader had always been so smart and insightful.
The cell was dark and damp, and insects and ants began to crawl all over his body.
Gradually, he could no longer feel anything, his head slowly dropped, and he died.
*
The vast desert is covered with yellow sand, and the place where the sky and the earth meet is a muddy yellow.
In the Gobi Desert, two horses ran side by side, and the north wind howled across the wasteland.
Seeing the sun setting in the sky, Ning Huaiqing pulled the reins: "We have to find a place to stay."
Ali lifted the hood on his head and said, "Rest here for a while."
She was so tired that she almost fell off her horse. Fortunately, Ning Huaiqing caught her and carried her under a poplar tree.
Ali took out the kettle and drank some water, then handed it to him. Ning Huaiqing was kneeling in front of her, massaging her sore calves. He took a few sips as she handed it to him.
Ali leaned back uncomfortably, glancing at Ning Huaiqing's serious expression, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this what you mean by wandering the world?"
She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had slept on a soft bed or eaten edible food.
It was because the church affairs were not busy recently that she impulsively accompanied him out, otherwise she would have returned home long ago.
Ning Huaiqing looked over at her and saw her expression of dissatisfaction, so his men worked even harder. "It will be fine once we get through this desert. Besides, you sleep on me every day, how would you know if the bed is soft?"
Ali was silent for a moment, then stretched out his leg and kicked him away.
The two men rode on their horses again.
Ah Li looked at Ning Huaiqing's obviously much happier expression and asked him, "Now that the Divine Cult is no longer expanding into the Central Plains, you decent people can still survive. Why don't you go back to Linfeng Villa?"
Ning Huaiqing carefully put on her hood that had been blown open by the wind: "I have thought about it before, and I have to choose between good and evil, between Linfeng Villa and you."
"But to choose you is to betray the righteous path that gave me life and raised me. To choose the righteous path is to betray my own heart."
This heart is a loving heart, and it is also a heart that adheres to the right path, does not transgress the rules, and does not fall into depravity.
"I've struggled, resisted, and hesitated over this, but the problem is actually very simple."
Ah Li looked at him and saw him raise his eyebrows. He still looked high-spirited, but with a little more determination than before:
"My heart is my way, there is no such thing as good or evil."
He smiled brightly at her and rode his horse forward at a gallop.
Ahead is the round setting sun, and the sand dunes dyed red by the sunset stretch endlessly. The shadows of the camel thorn grass are stretched out into long and thin, and the entire Gobi Desert seems to be on fire.
He was completely bathed in it, like a ball of fire that was warm but would not burn anyone.
Ali couldn't help but laugh, and whipped his horse to catch up.
She remembered the oath she had made in front of her father: anyone who breaks the oath will never be reborn.
She doesn't believe in gods and ghosts. If there are any, then let Ning Huaiqing accompany her to hell.
They are together.
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