Chapter 38 Chapter 38 "Goodbye."
Jiu Zhao thought that the word "love" was indeed the biggest and most difficult demon in the heart.
If she hadn't asked this question when she was emotional, she wouldn't have been pricked by the past like a needle and opened her eyes.
If she hadn't opened her eyes, she wouldn't have seen the expression in Lan Qi's eyes, which was completely opposite to hers at the moment.
The barrier between reality and illusion was broken, and Jiu Zhao, who suddenly woke up from his dream, fell into a brief period of unconsciousness.
She was immersed in the mire of memories.
She realized with a daze that Lan Qi had never looked at her like this before.
Even though the two of them had truly broken through the last step, in the midst of overwhelming joy, his eyes still retained a layer of restraint.
He is not Lan Qi.
So... who is he?
A wedding portrait with a phoenix pattern painted on the face appeared on white paper due to regret in the heart.
After hearing the question, the young man openly expressed his love.
And myself, blooming in his eyes, sinking into despair and unwilling to wake up.
The memories connected together are like the Udumbara on a moonlit night, gradually blooming layer by layer before my eyes.
Jiu Zhao suddenly found the answer to his confusion.
The person in front of her was the product of the surging love for Lan Qi that had been buried deep in her heart for years.
On the other side, as if realizing that her consciousness was gradually withdrawing, the young man hugged her tightly and started a new round of seduction.
"Zhao Zhao, I feel so comfortable.
"Zhao Zhao, I am pleased with you.
"Zhao Zhao, why are you looking at me like that?
"Zhao Zhao, please don't leave. It's just the two of us, living here together forever..."
The love words, which were sweeter than Ganquan, had the opposite effect, and Jiuzhao's face turned pale quickly.
In fact, the false "Zhao Zhao" in the mouth of the young man should be called by a different name——
This is because every word and every sentence are the sincere words of love that she once confided to Lan Qi when she was young.
Lan Qi, I love you.
Lan Qi, we will never be separated.
…
Unable to stop the voice from reaching his ears, Jiu Zhao turned his head hastily and stopped looking at Lan Qi's loving face.
Her gaze fell again on the scroll that stretched down to the ground on the long table. Yes, there was a couple getting married, but she was the only one left alone.
Unlike the inner demon illusion that aims to drown those who enter, the heart test will provide small hints to help candidates escape.
This portrait of the only person in wedding attire reminded Jiu Zhao that from the beginning to the end, there was no Lan Qi—
Only she was deeply involved in it, having an absurd dream of being in love with each other.
The humiliation of being toyed with by the inanimate object of illusion awakened Jiu Zhao's self-esteem and pride as a female monarch.
The shyness of being a couple, the anticipation of the wedding, and the yearning for adulthood quickly faded from her expression.
His teeth were chattering, the knocking sounds were endless, and the fire burned from his chest to his throat. Jiu Zhao took advantage of this anger to suddenly break free from Lan Qi's arms, snatched the makeup brush that had just been used on the pen holder, and stabbed it into his eyes with all his strength.
Because it was shaped by the inner demon, the first thing the young man showed was not pain.
He loosened his arms in a daze, and mechanically raised his hand to touch the paintbrush stuck deep in his eye socket. His thin, deep red lips slowly opened: "Zhao, Zhao Zhao, why are you doing this to me? Our wedding is in three days... Is there something I didn't do well enough..."
"That's enough, shut up! Stop calling me Zhao Zhao!"
Jiu Zhao roared angrily and threw him to the ground like a charging beast. The paintbrush pierced through his flesh and broke out of the back of his head with a "pop".
No blood, no brains.
The young man froze for a moment, then covered his eyes, hunched over and screamed.
"Jiuzhao, it hurts, it hurts so much, I am Lan Qi, I am your Lan Qi, how can you be so cruel to me——
"If you kill me and leave here, you will never be able to stay with me forever in this life!"
His chest kept rising and falling, and this time he had exhausted all his strength. Jiu Zhao gasped for breath, his lower back pressed against the protruding corners of the long table, and he curled up with his knees hugged, looking at the deep blue light not far away, which symbolized the disappearance of his inner demons and overflowed from the young man's damaged eye sockets.
"You are a demon in my heart, a demon without normal emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. You can only clumsily imitate the words and actions that happened in my memory. How can you know why I loved Lan Qi in the past..."
Jiu Zhao murmured to himself.
At a certain moment, she felt her eyes throbbing and thought she was about to cry.
But when I covered it with my palm, the only tactile feedback I got was a cold and dry feeling.
The shimmering light overflowed more and more, filling the entire platform and spreading outwards.
Wherever he went, the quiet and peaceful scenes were shattered one by one, revealing the endless white nothingness hidden behind the illusion.
The inner demon Lan Qi's endless chatter dissipated in the last wisp of shimmering light. When Jiu Zhao was distracted again, the human figure that appeared in his vision was no longer there. Instead, it was replaced by a long sword with a bronze dragon head as the handle and a cold and snowy light that penetrated the bones.
Lan Qi's natal sword, Liexiao.
It turns out that a cold murderous intent is lurking beneath all the tenderness.
Jiu Zhao was horrified.
If she really allowed Lan Qi to merge with her——
Then this sword will pierce her flesh inch by inch, causing her to fail the celestial fairy assessment in the agony of being cut into pieces.
Lie Xiao floated in the air for a moment, then disintegrated into thousands of pieces of dust.
The mind-testing illusion completely dissipated.
Jiu Zhao, who was meditating on the lotus seat, opened his eyes as if waking from a dream.
Melancholy, incomprehensible and obscure emotions flowed in her heart. She tried to turn away her bitter gaze, but suddenly met the concerned gaze of Fu Xu, the spectator, on one side of the moving mirror.
The warmth suddenly rose, driving away all the haze.
Everything suddenly became clear.
Yes, the flowers can still bloom, but people will never grow old.
She now has a partner who truly loves her and a more brilliant life. Why can't she let go of her obsession with the past?
Jiu Zhao's eyes brightened again.
She used the moving mirror to wink playfully at Fuxu, and said solemnly to Lan Qi in her heart:
goodbye.
…
With his flexible will restored to his body and mind, Jiu Zhao climbed up from the lotus seat and flew towards the starting point of climbing the Fusang tree.
During the process, she looked around and found that 90% of the candidates were still stuck in the state of mind testing and unable to break free.
The targeted and hard training over the past three months has given Jiu Zhao an advantage.
She was feeling proud of herself when she flew over Yingluo's lotus seat, but she saw that it was empty and a tiny figure was moving between the giant trees a hundred feet away.
Yingluo is still one step faster.
Jiu Zhao paused, quickly put away his proud expression, and sped up to fly towards the Fusang tree.
Only when the test of competing for one's body is truly started can one realize the vastness of this sacred tree that spans heaven and earth.
In order to assess the gap between himself and Ying Luo at any time, Jiu Zhao specifically chose to climb in the same direction as her.
First, there is a section with no branches, only bark, which is hundreds of feet long and has no fulcrums. If you want to pass this section, the most traditional way is to give up the fairy-like posture and climb up using your hands and feet.
Jiu Zhao calmed down and observed for a moment.
It was discovered that there was actually a fulcrum for jumping. Between the cracks in the bark, there was a slightly protruding knot, which was just the length of the toes of an adult man or woman. However, the fulcrum of the knot was fragile, and if it couldn't bear the weight easily, it would suddenly break into pieces.
According to the rules of the body competition test, if a candidate falls more than three meters, he will lose the qualification to compete and can only get down from the tree and wait in the open space.
With the experience of maneuvering and controlling his body among the falling meteors, Jiu Zhao took courage and attached only a thin layer of immortal power to the soles of his feet to make his body light. Then he followed the protruding tree knots and jumped upwards one by one.
Her method is very strange.
The immortal power is in the feet, not in the whole body. If you step on empty air, it will be difficult to react quickly to support yourself.
And three meters is a delicate number. It is very difficult to adjust it within a few breaths and find a new leverage point again.
Fu Xu couldn't help but worry about her.
Through the moving mirror, I saw that she was as nimble as a deer. Although she made occasional mistakes in her steps, she was climbing up steadily.
At the same time, the candidates on the lotus seats woke up one after another, and Meng Chu unexpectedly became the best among them.
He was the fifth person to climb the Fusang tree, and then he winked at his two companions from the North, a man and a woman, who had woken up later than him.
With their hands and feet tightly grasping the tree trunk, they also chose the starting point of Jiu Zhao and Ying Luo's climb, and from the beginning, they did not care whether the degree of loss of immortal power could be supplied until the end. They opened fire directly, covered their whole bodies with immortal light, and chased the higher-ups at all costs.
The sound of immortal power breaking the wind came from far away and reached the ears of Jiu Zhao who was concentrating.
She subconsciously lowered her eyes to glance down, baring her fangs and tutting impatiently: "...The tail-chaser is here again, so annoying."
As she spoke, she quickened her climbing speed, but she was no match for the pursuer who was using all his spiritual energy.
When they were about to enter the middle distance with scattered branches, Meng Chu and his followers were only two arms' length away from her.
The open view has also been replaced by horizontal branches and leaves. The advantage is that it is convenient for candidates to use the force to jump. The disadvantage is that there are not only thick treetops growing here, but also magical arrays hidden in them, which will occasionally bring down storms, flying snow, flames, ice streams and other obstacles that block the way up.
If you are not careful, you will be knocked off the branch.
The layers of obstacles also inspired the candidates to attack their opponents.
As long as the technique is performed properly and the opponent's force is used against him, not only can the opponent be trapped temporarily, but there is also a certain probability that he will be disqualified from the exam.
Having a bad premonition, Jiu Zhao attached another layer of immortal power between his fingers to prevent himself from slipping while holding the branch.
Sure enough, when the distance was shortened to within arm's length, Meng Chu raised his voice and laughed at her: "Your Highness Jiu Zhao, what a coincidence—"
The tactics had been discussed before, and when Meng Chu spoke, his two companions silently rushed to the treetops on both sides of Jiu Zhao.
The test for the body on the Fusang tree is conducted without regard for means, life or death, and status. No one is allowed to seek revenge after the test. This is a heavenly decree that has existed since ancient times. Therefore, even if they choose to gang up on Jiu Zhao today, the God Emperor and Fu Xu will see it but cannot punish them.
Even when the God Emperor was promoted, there were still many people who targeted him.
After all, if you want to be promoted to the first rank of immortal, you must have the ability to fight against many enemies at once and remain fearless in the face of danger.
Jiu Zhao silently calculated the extent of the loss of his immortal power and how long it would take to reach the top of the Fusang tree.
Concluding that her immortal energy was still sufficient, she slowed her advance and took a defensive stance: "If you have to fart, do it now!"
Even someone as thick-skinned as Meng Chu was startled by her vulgar words.
His expression changed dramatically. He stood on the treetop, clasped his hands together, and said pretentiously, "I heard that Your Highness worked hard and devoted himself to cultivation during his confinement, and his immortal power has greatly improved. I, your humble servant, would like to ask Your Highness for some advice. Oh—"
Before he could finish his words, Jiu Zhao turned like lightning and kicked him on the head with thunder.
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