Nie Yinzhi did not go with Feng Hanzhuan. Her ambitions were corrupted by the devil. Now she stayed at home and didn't want to move.

Besides, the righteous path was busy now, so she didn't need to worry about the covetous eyes of the righteous path. There was also Feng Hanzhuan, a careerist in the original novel who was certified by the bullet screen. Let him go.

Her parents knew that the heavy snow was really caused by her. After lunch, her father took the accountant of the mansion to the outskirts of the city to give people money.

Nie Yinzhi sat alone in the pavilion in the garden, watching the snow melt, and muttered to Jin Ya, "Look, you haven't even entered my house yet, and you've already squandered a fortune. My parents don't like squandering sons-in-law."

Whether it was intentional or just coincidence, a snow crystal from the treetop was blown by the wind and fell on her forehead, making her shudder.

Nie Yinzhi touched her forehead and said unhappily, "No one paints flowers for me anymore."

"This snow froze all the crabapples in my garden. How are you going to compensate me?"

"Gu Jiang, I want you to hug me, not the wind, not any substitute, just you."

...

When her words fell, only the faint sound of the melting snow remained - in fact, most of the time, her chattering was not responded to.

Nie Yinzhi didn't know what state Gu Jiang was in now. She believed that if he could come back, he would show up at the first moment. He said he would come back.

She rubbed her red eyes, leaned on the railing, looked at the scattered golden leaves in her hand, and called his name just like he had woken her up before.

Nie Yinzhi tried to penetrate her consciousness into the plants in the garden and grasp the blood moon shadow magic energy that was immersed in them. The magic energy like a gossamer entangled her intimately, and it would not take long for it to penetrate into her spiritual platform and merge into her spiritual veins.

Nie Yinzhi said unhappily: "I don't want to practice." She has now stepped half a foot into the Mahayana stage. If she retreats and works hard, she will definitely be able to break through to the Mahayana stage, but she doesn't want to move at all.

When she mentioned cultivation, she thought of the days in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, when she was almost imprisoned by Gu Jiang, and was mesmerized by his guidance in circulating the Qi.

The trembling pleasure and burning sensation, as well as the comfort of advanced cultivation, washed over her body. For a moment, Nie Yinzhi felt like a duckweed floating on the sea, helpless with the ebb and flow of the tide, and sometimes like a moth flying into a fire, feeling both painful and pleasurable.

How could she seriously cultivate in the future?

At night, the snow melted away, the sunset glowed like blood, charcoal was burning in the house, and incense was burning, blocking out the damp and cool smell of soil and plants. Nie Yinzhi sat cross-legged on the bed, his consciousness immersed in the altar.

The Yuanshen in the altar was wrapped in pure white flame sword energy, like a small sun. As her cultivation level increased, the Yuanshen inside had transformed from the Yuanbao state to the same as the Dharma body, and a dark red condensed at the heart.

This was stuffed into the flame of her altar by Gu Jiang during the dual cultivation. When Nie Yinzhi was possessed by the devil, this devil energy penetrated into her Yuanshen, which protected her soul from dispersing and saved her from being burned to ashes by her own blood.

This devil energy was different from the ordinary blood moon shadow. There was something wrapped inside. Nie Yinzhi separated the blood moon shadow carefully like peeling a cocoon, which consumed a lot of spiritual power, so she was not in a hurry.

Now the evil spirit that was entangled on it was finally separated, just like lifting the layers of veil covering it, finally revealing the core inside.

A drop of blood with a faint golden glow appeared in front of her eyes. It was the blood of her heart, and it contained the power of Gu Jiang.

When Nie Yinzhi saw the drop of blood clearly, her heart suddenly felt hot and painful, and it was swollen and about to burst. Her consciousness was dazed for a moment, and she was suddenly sucked into it by a vortex. For a moment, the world was spinning and she lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a moment, Nie Yinzhi heard a somewhat surprised voice, "Ayin?"

She suddenly opened her eyes, and in the dazzling white light, a figure stood with his back to the light, half bent over, and stretched out his hand to her. The light surrounding him was so bright that his face was cast into shadow, making it completely invisible. But just this gentle call and the familiar tone of voice made Nie Yinzhi's nose sore and she shed tears.

Nie Yinzhi had imagined countless times that when she saw Gu Jiang again, she would definitely scold him. She didn't want him to arrange everything for her without saying anything.

But in the end, just hearing him call her made her eyes red.

His fingers passed through her arms and grabbed nothing. His body paused. He squatted down helplessly and said softly, "Don't cry, I can't wipe your tears."

Nie Yinzhi could only hear the childishness in the other's voice. She rubbed her eyes and looked up again.

Her eyes finally adjusted to the light, and in the warm white light, she could clearly see the person squatting in front of her.

He looked only eleven or twelve years old, wearing fine clothes and jade belts, but his chest and arms were still very thin, with snow-white skin and black hair. His hair was fixed with a jade hairpin, and the ends of his hair were short and hung on his shoulders. His wisps of hair hung on his eyebrows that had not yet fully grown.

He exuded a youthful spirit from the inside out.

Nie Yinzhi saw something familiar in his facial features, choked up, and asked in surprise: "Are you, Gu Jiang?"

"It's me." The boy's mouth curled up, his round eyes looked particularly tender, his eyes were dark and clear, his eyes flashed, and he chuckled and called, "Sister."

Nie Yinzhi's tears were held back by his calling her "sister", and she couldn't help reaching out to rub his soft-looking face, but her fingers passed through his face.

Gu Jiang's eyes followed her fingertips down, then raised again, looking at her and saying, "You don't belong here."

Nie Yinzhi was confused and tried to touch him again, "Where is this place? Why did you become like this?"

Gu Jiang simply sat down beside her, took the initiative to spread out his hands in front of her, and said, "My past."

His palms were thin and smaller, but his fingers were still slender and straight. Nie Yinzhi carefully placed her hands on his, watching his fingers slowly close and hold her hand in his palm.

But she couldn't feel anything at all, she couldn't feel the warmth of his hands, nor could she feel the strength of his grip. There was a long time gap of a thousand years between them.

"Your past..." Nie Yinzhi thought, bending his fingers to hold him, and unexpectedly grabbed a handful of air, "So, you can't show up, is it because you have been trapped in your past?"

"Well, I thought it was just an illusion formed by my past memories, but I didn't expect it to be true, my real past." Gu Jiang spoke softly, his voice was very nice, whether it was the mature and stable voice many years later, or the childish voice now.

Nie Yinzhi said anxiously: "Then there will be a thousand years between us forever?"

"No." Gu Jiang moved his fingers, wanting to hug her, but reacted in time, holding her hand tightly and continued, "The plot of Parasitic in Heaven is about to collapse, it can't keep my consciousness trapped in the past."

Nie Yinzhi's hanging heart did not settle because of this, and he said word by word: "Then you have to come back soon."

Gu Jiang nodded, "Yeah."

Nie Yinzhi turned her head, squinted her eyes and looked at him carefully, as if to engrave his young appearance into her mind.

Gu Jiang seemed embarrassed by her gaze, and her thin face flushed, even her earlobes turned red, and her thick eyelashes trembled.

"Damn it, sister can't touch you." Nie Yinzhi was so angry, she could see such a young devil, but she couldn't touch him.

Gu Jiang chuckled and came in front of her, their noses almost touching. He half-closed his eyes and looked into her eyes, jokingly saying, "Sister, I'm still young, I can't let anyone touch me."

Nie Yinzhi was choked by him and was speechless. She couldn't pinch him and almost passed through his body. She couldn't touch anything, not even a seat. Only the unchanging land under her feet supported her.

Nie Yinzhi tried hard to tear her eyes away from the attractive young boy beside her, turned her head and looked around. This was a very gorgeous palace, with gold-painted murals of flying fairies on the walls, light gauze hanging under the corridor, and pearls inlaid on the lamp holders.

But the gilded murals were mostly mottled by moisture, the ends of the light gauze were soaked with dark stains and looked heavy, the lamp holders were lying in disarray, and the pearls were all over the floor, as if no one cared about them.

"This is..."

"My home." Gu Jiang saw her scrutiny and took the initiative to explain, "A ruined family is gone, the king of Fazong has changed, the monkeys have scattered, and the country and clans that depend on this huge thing have also been turned upside down."

Nie Yinzhi vaguely heard the noise outside the hall and asked nervously, "Are you safe here?"

Gu Jiang didn't care, "It's safe for the time being."

"For the time being?" Nie Yinzhi wanted to go out and take a look, but she couldn't move after only three steps away from Gu Jiang. She looked back in confusion.

"You were attracted here by my heart blood, so naturally you can't leave me."

Nie Yinzhi sat back, reached out to touch his chest, and said distressedly: "It must be very painful to force out the heart blood?"

Gu Jiang's expression changed, "It depends on the situation."

Nie Yinzhi raised his eyes to look at him, Gu Jiang coughed, "It wasn't so painful when we were practicing dual cultivation. Didn't you turn on empathy at that time?"

Nie Yinzhi: "..." She was so fascinated at that time, the burning and pleasure surging from the leaves were like ice and fire. She couldn't carefully distinguish what the pain was, otherwise she wouldn't have discovered it now.

She really wanted to blame him for being so self-willed, but she couldn't say anything harsh because Gu Jiang did everything for her. Without his blood and sweat, she might have turned to ashes long ago. "You knew I wanted to attract evil spirits? Did Feng Hanxuan tell you?"

Gu Jiang shook his head. "No one needs to tell me. I guessed you would do this."

Nie Yinzhi pursed his lips. "If you hadn't given me this drop of blood and sweat, you might not have been suppressed by the plot and trapped in the past."

Gu Jiang emptily held her hair. "If we could do it all over again, I would still be by your side."

Nie Yinzhi felt sweet and sad at the same time. She turned her head away, not wanting Gu Jiang to see her tears.

The sound of fighting outside was getting closer and closer. Nie Yinzhi released her consciousness. Her consciousness, like her, did not belong here. It could spread to the battlefield outside without any damage. The sunset glowed like blood in the sky, and the light of magic weapons and talismans was everywhere on the ground.

Both parties fighting outside were at least Yuanying, and Gu Jiang was just a small foundation. Nie Yinzhi's consciousness swept through the broken walls and turned back to say: "Follow me, I can avoid them and take you out."

Gu Jiang did not move, "This is the real past. I have to follow the previous footsteps to walk towards you. If there is a slight deviation, we may miss each other."

This is why the plot is desperately trying to trap him in the past.