Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Snake Snake
"Junior sister."
When Mingyueyi stepped onto the eighth step, He Wujiu's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Not next to me, but in the audience.
She subconsciously turned to look down the stairs, but He Wujiu beside her wouldn't let her turn, whispering darkly, "Don't look. I'm He Wujiu."
Almost at the moment he was exposed, the Xueling wrapped around Mingyueyi's wrist emerged from his wide sleeves like a sharp sword, and attacked the people around him with fierce momentum.
The person next to her didn't move, but Xue Ling suddenly softened when she touched him. Ming Yueyi also took the opportunity to break free from his hand, discarded the red veil, and flew back to create some distance.
She also saw the person in front of her clearly. He had a face exactly like He Wujiu's. His upturned peach blossom eyes stared at her, and his gaze was like a cold and sticky snake.
The real He Wujiu was standing behind her, covering his right cheek. He glanced at someone with the same face as him not far away, then turned and asked in a low voice, "Junior Sister, are you okay?"
"It's okay, senior brother, are you injured again?" Mingyueyi shook his head and stared ahead vigilantly.
He Wujiu stood beside her, a white sword materialized in his hand: "Half of your face was stolen."
Mingyueyi turned her head when she heard this, and saw that the young man had been covering half of his face, making it look strange and blurry.
Even though the man on the stage had a face as upright and elegant as He Wujiu, he still couldn't hide his natural gloomy and cold nature.
Seeing that she didn't hesitate at all and easily found the real He Wujiu, the face of the person standing on the steps gradually became blurred. After a while, his facial features softened and returned to the long eyebrows and high nose of a beautiful young man.
The young man was wearing a bright red wedding gown, and his black hair, bound in a golden crown, gradually spread out, growing longer and longer, falling to the ground like a smooth black shawl.
He stared at Ming Yueyi without blinking, his lips slightly parted, "Senior Sister, you like him, and we share the same face now, so why don't you love me?"
It turned out to be Pu Yue Min.
Mingyueyi's heart sank completely.
A hint of surprise flashed across He Wujiu's eyes: "Junior brother?"
He went with Xi Po to pick someone up early in the morning. On the way, he found that the Xi Po who was leading the way was not a human, but a fake puppet covered with paper, and half of its face was taken away. He thought it was some monster that was causing trouble at the ceremony, but he didn't expect it to be Pu Yuemin.
He Wujiu quickly suppressed the strange look in his eyes and turned to look at the strange situation.
There were barriers all around, and countless divine artifacts were hanging in the sky. Rich spiritual energy enveloped the entire Prajna platform, and everyone present was infatuated.
It's a sacrifice.
"Junior sister, he wants to sacrifice them to break through the realm." He Wujiu conjured up Bai Ji in his hand, his cold eyes fixed on the front: "You guard the rear for me, I will hold him back."
Ming Yueyi retreated behind him and said, "Brother, be careful."
"Okay." He Wujiu stepped forward with a sword in hand, his figure as fast as lightning. Bai Ji conjured up countless long swords, which cut through the sky and attacked the young man on the stage.
Those sword shadows were instantly frozen and shattered before they touched the young man, like broken beads falling to the ground, and then turned into a wisp of swirling cold mist.
He hadn't even touched it.
He Wujiu frowned and held the sword, then he extended the sword and became one with it. The sky and the earth changed color, and he attacked with sword shadows from all directions.
But Pu Yuemin was tired of fighting with him, and looked down upon the young man who had become one with the sword. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and light and dark intertwined. In the blink of an eye, he had raised his cold and bony hand and grasped the young man's neck, saying what he had always wanted to say.
"You're annoying, disgusting."
He Wujiu didn't expect that as soon as he raised his hand, his body flew uncontrollably under his hand. He raised his sword and stabbed with a grim expression.
Pa Lengdan looked at the person in his hand who was like an ant, his pure black eyes gradually turned misty red, and his tone was cold and cold: "It's all your fault. I was almost about to form a bond with my senior sister in front of everyone, but you had to show up at this moment."
The fingers on his neck tightened, He Wujiu's face turned dark due to suffocation, but he still used the sword in his hand to attack the evil-looking boy in front of him.
He glanced at the sword beside him and said in a flat tone, "Waste."
As soon as he finished speaking, the swords exploded and shattered into pieces.
After He Wujiu discovered his spiritual roots, his cultivation and talent were both top-notch. He was hailed as a sword-cultivating genius that was hard to come by in hundreds of years. He was admired by everyone and had never been humiliated like this before. But unfortunately, he was unable to do anything at the moment and could only watch those swords being destroyed one by one.
The young man had lost his usual gentleness. He would destroy a sword in a vicious way and mock him as a waste. After belittling him from head to toe with vicious words, he would pick on his appearance, facial features, and even his body outline, which he would comment on as vulgar and ugly.
His words were extremely venomous, and anyone who received such comments would look unhappy, but he was unable to refute and was almost suffocated.
Just as the last sword was destroyed and the young man was about to break his neck, a strong bolt of lightning suddenly struck from the sky.
If ordinary thunder struck Pu Yuemin, he wouldn't even frown, but it was more than just thunder.
As the sky, covered in black fog and inky gray, began to snow heavily. Snowflakes landed on the long, thick black eyelashes, and tiny snow beads condensed and flowed down the pierced chest, and drops of blood dripped onto the altar.
It was Mingyueyi who pierced his heart and damaged his body.
Pu Yuemin turned to look at the woman behind him with trembling eyes. Her naturally affectionate and sentimental peach blossom eyes were red, as if she felt a little aggrieved and resentful. "Senior Sister... I'm in pain."
He will feel pain too, why should he feel pain just to save others?
Senior sister, senior sister...senior sister.
Mingyueyi frowned at his expression and tried to control her body, but the sword in her hand was stirring uncontrollably.
Just now, she saw He Wujiu unable to fight back and planned to take advantage of the situation. However, when the thunder struck, her body suddenly rushed forward uncontrollably with the sword in her hand and stabbed Pu Yuemin.
Seeing the young man's pale hand loosen his grip on He Wujiu, she frowned, wishing that the sword would stab He Wujiu.
But the fact was that she did not hesitate to break the boy's heart in the face of resentment in his eyes.
The young man in wedding clothes fell from a height to the ground like a broken willow tree. His head and body were twisted into strange deformities, and only his pair of pure black eyes stared at her.
Seeing her choose to hold He Wujiu who was also falling down when they were both falling down at the same time, blood finally filled his eyes.
Senior sister, I’m in pain too. Why don’t you hug me? Why... It’s all that ugly man’s fault.
He died with hatred and deep resentment.
The thunder in the sky stopped striking after realizing that there was no fatal danger to He Wujiu. The dark clouds dispersed, and the pure white snow falling from the sky covered the ground with a thin, soft layer.
Mingyueyi supported him, her beautiful eyes filled with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"
He Wujiu shook his head grimly, looked at the boy's body covered in snow, and secretly circulated the spiritual power in his body.
After this experience, he vaguely felt that his body was filled with spiritual energy, as if he was about to break through.
"Junior sister, help me to the side so that I can save half of my face first." He Wujiu said to Mingyueyi beside him. Although he was about to break the mirror now, he didn't want Mingyueyi to see him with half of his face missing.
Mingyueyi was impatient with his nosy behavior, and helped him up and walked aside to pick up his face as usual. No one paid attention to the corpse on the ground.
He Wujiu used his spiritual power to iron his face again, but it was stolen. Then he used a magic tool to merge it back, leaving a faint mark from his forehead to his chin, as if it was broken.
He thought of what the boy had said and stroked the cracks on his face.
"Brother, I'm glad you're okay." Mingyueyi's eyes turned red again as she said this, as if she was worried about him.
He Wujiu smiled faintly without saying anything, but put down his hand and looked up at the divine weapon hanging high in the sky. Although he looked a little embarrassed at the moment, he still maintained the elegant demeanor of a banished immortal as usual.
The cultivator who is about to break through, the cultivator who is pulled into the sacrificial formation, and... the beloved junior sister.
He smiled.
Ming Yueyi didn't wait for his response, and looked up to find that he was actually smiling.
The young man had a handsome face, phoenix eyes and handsome eyebrows. His usually neatly combed black hair now had a few strands of hair scattered about. Even in his blood-red clothes, he looked like a rare gentleman with a refined and upright appearance.
But at this moment, the smile seemed unusual.
Ming Yueyi asked him, "What are you laughing at, Big Brother?"
He Wujiu just smiled and shook his head, looking at her gently, "Junior sister, lower your head."
Mingyueyi stared at him.
He Wujiu sat in front of the stone pillar with his long legs half bent, like a crane that looked undisturbed despite being in trouble.
His eyes were calm, and he didn't intend to say why he wanted her to bow her head.
Mingyueyi stared at him, slowly bent down, and listened to him speak in a pleasant tone.
"Junior sister, you know I like you very much. You are different from others. I raised you, so I know everything you do, but..."
A loud thunder sounded in the sky.
The dagger in Mingyueyi's sleeve was blocked, and he smiled even more happily, looking at her as if he was looking at a disobedient child.
"Junior sister, you're trying to take advantage of the opportunity to kill me in the formation. This is not advisable."
The sword in Mingyueyi's hand was almost shattered, and he was forced to retreat several steps. His right hand holding the sword kept shaking.
I didn't expect that he still had the energy left.
She looked at He Wujiu under the stone pillar and pursed her red lips.
He Wujiu was puzzled by her behavior, "Junior sister, why do you want to kill me? Today is the day we made our pact."
Ming Yueyi gripped the dagger tightly, her beautiful eyes raised with a smile as she said, "Of course it's about killing your husband to prove your Dao. Brother, have you forgotten? We all cultivate the ruthless Dao."
These words coming out of her mouth sounded like those of an innocent girl.
He Wujiu paused for a few breaths and said helplessly, "But Junior Sister, the ruthless path is not limited to killing your husband to prove your truth."
"Of course I know." A smile appeared in Mingyueyi's eyes.
She naturally knew that the ruthless way did not only require killing the person with the deepest emotional ties to prove the way, there were thousands of ways to achieve the great way, but why should she choose another method?
Long before this life, she had realized why no one had achieved great success by practicing the ruthless way in all these years. It was not because it was impossible to break through by abandoning emotions, but because emotions were a necessary part of practicing the ruthless way.
If you have never felt the pain of love, how can you achieve enlightenment and break through?
So this time she also wants to kill her husband to prove her truth.
"Big Brother, you're planning to kill them to prove your point. I'm just following your lead. Could it be that you only allow officials to set fires, but not the people to light lamps?" Her face was as beautiful as a flower, but her brows were cold as she accused him, "You're too selfish."
He Wujiu was silent, then asked her curiously, "When did you find out?"
The lightning and thunder behind him were looming, and his jade-like face was a mixture of light and dark. Bai Ji appeared from his hands.
It turned out that he really didn't intend to kill her.
"I wonder what you're referring to, Senior Brother?" Ming Yueyi tilted her head and looked at him. "Are you referring to when I discovered you were seriously injured, or are you referring to when you saw you were about to break through, so you used your wedding to summon high-level cultivators here and set up a sacrificial sword formation, hoping to break through in one step..."
Ming Yueyi paused, then smiled, her eyes curved and a sweet smile rippled across her cheeks. "Or are you planning to sacrifice me to your sword with Master to help you cultivate the Way of Mercy?"
In the previous lives after her rebirth, she had always been puzzled as to why she was sacrificed to the sword when she made the pact before the sect competition in both her first and second lives. Later, she understood.
She was just a poor sacrifice chosen, so the master brought her back to Fenjing Peak and accepted her as his personal disciple without even testing her spiritual roots. The master also asked her to follow He Wujiu to practice the ruthless way.
Because she was originally a sacrifice on He Wujiu's path of cultivation.
But at that time she didn't find it strange. Instead, she ridiculously thought that she would definitely be the protagonist after traveling through time and would not become cannon fodder like in the book.
The nine rebirths made her see her own identity clearly.
She is the cannon fodder, stepping stone, and an insignificant speck of dust on the hero's road to becoming a god.
So she wanted to resist, she wanted to step on him to achieve enlightenment.
He Wujiu stood up and, as usual when guiding her, spoke in a gentle and doting tone, "Junior sister, you are smarter than I thought. You guessed so much and even knew about my injury."
Mingyueyi looked at him with a smile.
Of course I know, because she did it.
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