Chapter 65 Chapter 65 The cool breeze of late autumn blew...
The cool breeze of late autumn blew through a bamboo forest, making a rustling sound.
In the study, Li Yian sat upright on a chair, in front of her was a man in green. Even though he was wearing a mask, she could feel that his expression underneath the mask was uneasy and solemn.
"Theatergonomists..." he murmured.
He turned and walked towards the bookshelf, took out a dusty ancient book from the top shelf, and flipped through the pages quickly with his slender fingers. Suddenly, his fingers paused, and his expression became a little ugly.
The picture shows a woman in a theatrical costume, half hidden in the forest from the side, pulling a puppet with her fingers. Her face is as white as paper, without any facial features.
Qi Yang sensed An Si's change of mood and hurried forward. Seeing the painting in the yellowed book, he was shocked: "This thing has no shame."
"It's neither male nor female, and has no appearance, but it can transform into a thousand different forms. There's no record of what it is in the books."
An Si said in a deep voice, he spread the book on the desk, pointed at the ancient text in the book, and explained,
"It excels at creating chaos, and it enjoys watching the chaos it creates. Whenever the world becomes peaceful, it stirs up war.
It is said that the great battle between Feng Yao and You Tian a thousand years ago was instigated by it.
Saying "it is destiny" is nothing more than an excuse for it to do evil."
"Yian. She won't let you go so easily. She will create even greater chaos and plunge the entire world into the abyss."
Li Yian's thoughts were in disarray and he couldn't make sense of them. He felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.
Because she knew that what the High Priest said was right.
The plot of the novel develops to the point where the ceremony is being held. The original owner, Li Yian, was unable to get the love he wanted from Li Xuan, and in despair, he sacrificed his body to Youtian.
On the day of the festival, she transformed into a demon and massacred the entire city, turning blood into a river.
A small number of students from the Theological Society who went out on a mission to search for scattered immortals were lucky enough to survive.
At that time, Mu Yang and Li Xuan happened to return to the Theological Society to participate in the ceremony. Although they escaped the disaster because of the protagonist's halo, they were also seriously injured.
The original owner was barely driven to hell, but he could counterattack at any time.
So every day after that, Mu Yang and Li Xuan practiced desperately, just to get rid of the original owner. They were always in opposition to the original owner, fighting to the death. Until the end, the original owner was shattered by their combined strength, and his soul was scattered.
So there was a reason why Li Yian rushed back.
She couldn't wait for the male protagonists, nor could she wait to send Li Xia back to the palace. She wanted to return to the theological society before the festival and inform the high priest of all her concerns.
The audience said that she and Mu Yang were destined to fight against each other with swords.
If you ask when the day of sword-to-knife confrontation will come, perhaps it will be in these few days.
However, no matter how uneasy she felt inside, she was used to this kind of life and did not show any loss of composure on the surface.
"Master Priest, when does the ceremony begin?" she asked.
"Three days from now, we can't delay any longer. During the prayer, I will use all my power to purify the evil. With the deaths of more and more people, this evil cannot be tolerated for a moment."
Li Yian's face looked grim. "During the festival, a large number of people gather, and evil people may take this opportunity to do evil." She expressed her concerns.
"I've already considered this. I want to lure them out and purify them all. But..." An Si paused, "If the spectators interfere, things might become difficult to control. No matter what, we must give it our all."
Seeing that Li Yian was still frowning and looking worried, An Si said, "Don't worry, we will take good precautions."
The High Priest was clearly determined to hold the ceremony.
She didn't know how to stop the novel's plot from happening, nor did she dare to tell the High Priest about the novel.
Even if the festival is prevented from taking place, it does not mean that these things will not happen during non-festival periods.
If the ceremony is not held, evil will become more and more rampant, harming human lives, causing chaos in the world and corpses everywhere. This will also be a huge disaster.
Since holding the festival was urgent, all she could do was to be on guard against the demon god Youtian approaching her.
If Youtian accidentally took her body away, she would have no choice but to end her life before losing her mind.
However, before her death, she wanted to spend more time with the Mu family's head father and head mother, Qi Yang, and a group of familiar classmates from the martial arts academy.
After exiting the study, Li Yian went to the guest room on the right and knocked on the door gently. Thinking that Mu Yin was still in a coma, she had no choice but to push the door open.
The room was not big and was decorated in an ordinary and plain style, with only a bed, a desk and two chairs, but it was very clean. There was a faint scent of incense in the air, which seemed to calm people down.
Mu Yin lay flat on the bed, as quiet as a pale stone sculpture.
Only the slight rise and fall of his chest with his breathing showed that he was a living person.
What a troubled child.
Li Yian sighed slightly. Facing Mu Yin, she felt like she and Mu Yin were fellow wanderers and brothers in distress.
She fetched some water, wet a dry towel with it, gently wiped his face, and then wiped his hands.
He was sleeping soundly, his pale face looking a little sunken.
"Get well soon."
She whispered, tucked the quilt in for him, and turned to leave.
Li Yian first went back to the Mu family, met the Mu family's head father and head mother, and had a brief chat with them before returning to the Theological Society.
The festival is about to begin, but the theological seminary is empty with few people.
Perhaps in the next one or two days, students will rush back from other places to participate in this huge ceremony.
Now the preparations for the ceremony are handed over to Li Yian, Qi Yang and others.
In the forest behind the Theological Society, Qi Yang was sweating profusely as he cut wood while complaining, "Could it be that Mu Yang and the others came back so late just to be lazy?"
Li Yian held the wood in one hand and the planer in the other, and scraped off the bark with all his might. He then began to cut off the excess part with a file.
"Even if they come back, they won't be able to do such vulgar things."
She couldn't imagine the delicate Mu Yang chopping wood with a machete. She couldn't imagine how heartbroken and noisy those fans must be when he was working.
"Hmph, those bastards from the Academy of Literature are still the best." Although Qi Yang was harsh in his words, his movements were fast and powerful.
In a short while, he had chopped down dozens of thick trees. The trees were thicker than he was, more than ten meters long, and very heavy. He held two in each hand and walked down the mountain.
After Li Yian finished processing the trees, he picked up a tree on each shoulder and walked down the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, when I threw the trees to the base, I happened to see Cheng Qiu coming out of the library building.
Cheng Qiu was stunned when he saw Li Yian carrying two long wooden sticks as thick as millstones on his shoulders.
But his attention was quickly captured by Qi Yang's loud voice.
"Li Yian is lucky to have you!" Qi Yang laughed.
He clapped his hands and looked at the mountain of trees in front of him.
The platform for the ceremony needs to be erected with hundreds of towering trees, forming a circle, with the outer circle low and the inner circle high, arranged into a magic array.
Each tree should be topped with white satin and golden ornaments.
A long staircase covered with pure white carpet leads directly to the top of the platform.
Aromatic petals also need to be sprinkled underneath.
Some time ago, Qi Yang and several classmates from the martial arts academy worked hard to decorate a small part of the platform.
However, those students from the martial arts academy were too tired to do their work properly and they were slow to start. The ceremony was about to begin but the platform had not been set up yet.
Li Yian came back and immediately prepared all the wood. Now all that was left was to build the platform.
In response to Qi Yang's praise, Li Yian just curled his lips and said nothing.
But she didn't notice that Cheng Qiu was looking at her, watching the rare smile on her lips.
After a long time, he lowered his eyes, hiding the complex emotions deep in his eyes.
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In the simple room, there was a chessboard on the desk. A handsome man in white clothes picked up the white piece with his fingers and dropped it on the chessboard with a "click".
The young man who was supposed to play chess with him was lying unconscious in bed.
"Mu Yin. You've been lying down for a long time, and there's no one to play chess with me anymore. Perhaps, after the ceremony, that will be the time for you to wake up."
Just as his slender fingers were about to pick up another black piece, they slipped through it. He paused, "For some reason, my soul seems to be growing weaker."
"If you wake up in the future, protect her."
As night fell, the Theological Society was as quiet as the mirror on a pond, with only the slightest ripples caused by the breeze.
Only a slight sound was enough to startle the man in the house and make him hide outside.
He saw the cold-faced woman walking into the house carrying a basin of water.
In Mu Yin's room, Li Yian skillfully wiped his cheeks and hands, and quietly tidied up the loose hair on his forehead.
"I'll come see you again tomorrow."
She took the basin away and spoke softly.
Li Yian felt pity for Mu Yin, not only because he was a member of the Mu family, but also because she and Mu Yin were somewhat similar, both so lonely and unlikable, and now facing an uncertain future.
When she walked out the door, she saw Cheng Qiu standing in the shade of a tree looking at her in the moonlight.
The white dress shone brightly in the moonlight, which scared her.
But she didn't allow herself to make a fuss, so she just looked slightly stunned and nodded slightly at him.
Cheng Qiu also showed her a gentle smile and walked towards her, "Li Yian, the moonlight is very beautiful today, I want to find you to appreciate it."
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. There is no cloud in the night sky. Only the bright moonlight is pouring down like running water.
Even in the dark, under the bright moonlight, one can clearly see the surrounding environment, Cheng Qiu's handsome and gentle face, and the shadow cast by his long eyelashes.
He just wanted to take the basin from her hand out of habit, but his soul passed through the basin.
He was stunned and withdrew his hand with some disappointment.
Li Yian put down the basin, sat on the stairs, and looked up at him, "This angle is perfect for viewing the moon."
Cheng Qiu couldn't help but smile when he saw her casual attitude.
I also followed her example and sat on the floor.
Perhaps it was because Cheng Qiu's temperament was too non-aggressive, like water that embraced everything. So except for feeling a little uncomfortable when she first saw him this morning (because of what Qiu Sheng said), Li Yian had gradually gotten used to it when they were chopping and moving wood since he would appear from time to time, making his presence felt.
After all, they had gotten along well as friends before.
Cheng Qiu even saw the world where she once lived, although it was an illusion.
"If Mu Yin is not asleep, he will definitely be very happy to see you." Cheng Qiu said.
Mu Yin was aloof but sensitive, always worried about those who treated him well. Some time ago, when Li Yian's life and death were in doubt, he didn't say anything, but he was distracted and in a bad mood several times.
"It doesn't matter whether he's happy or not, as long as he wakes up." After a pause, Li Yian asked about what he said this morning, "What do you mean by the aura on Mu Yin?"
Cheng Qiu shook his head. "I just feel uneasy. I don't know what it is."
"Okay." After clearing up her doubts, she responded simply and did not speak again.
The two sat side by side, and although they didn't speak, the atmosphere was not awkward.
Li Yian looked up at the night sky and thought the moonlight was indeed beautiful. She didn't know how long it had been since the Mid-Autumn Festival.
But Cheng Qiu didn't know that he was not looking at Mingyue, but was looking at her profile sideways.
She is actually very beautiful, with delicate and fair skin, a delicate nose, rosy lips slightly pursed, a smooth and elegant chin line, and a long neck.
Whether she is now or in her original appearance in the illusion, she will make his heart beat.
Maybe it’s not her appearance that makes me fall in love with her, but her unique personality.
"Li Yian."
His gentle voice was low and soft.
"Um?"
Li Yian turned her head and saw Cheng Qiu looking at her intently, his eyes brighter than the full moon in the sky. "This is the first time I saw you smile today. When you were chatting with Qi Yang, you smiled because of him. Actually, you look better when you smile."
...?
"...Thank you." She thanked him without knowing why.
"Can you smile for me?"
According to Li Yian's personality, he would refuse troublesome and embarrassing things if he could, and leave if he could. If he couldn't leave, he would put on a stern face and draw his sword when necessary.
Perhaps Cheng Qiu's voice was too gentle and the atmosphere was too harmless at this moment, so that Li Yian hesitated and pulled his mouth stiffly.
A pretty face with no expression, her lips forced into a flat arc.
It's serious and solemn, yet also hilarious.
"Puchi!" Cheng Qiu burst into laughter, lowered his head, covered his stomach and laughed until he was shaking.
Li Yian froze in place, feeling embarrassed and at a loss as to what to do.
What's the funny part?
What was so funny? Was he making fun of her?
Her face turned cold, and she immediately stood up and turned to leave.
But her wrist was quickly grabbed by Cheng Qiu, but after a moment's pause, his hand quickly turned into illusion and passed directly through Li Yian's wrist.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you. I just think you make me very happy." Cheng Qiu also hurriedly stood up and explained.
But Li Yian didn't pay attention to his explanation, but instead shifted his gaze to his vague, phantom-like hand.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Li Yian asked in surprise.
Although Cheng Qiu was in soul form, she was bound to his soul. She could see him, touch him, and even this morning, he could comb her hair.
Why is his soul sometimes illusory and sometimes real?
Facing Li Yian's questioning, Cheng Qiu's smile gradually dimmed for a moment, and he quickly said as if nothing had happened, "It's okay. Sometimes the soul is unstable and there will be some problems, but it won't have any impact."
"Look." He reached out his hand to her and gently lifted a strand of her hair. "It's recovered."
Li Yian was hesitant.
But Cheng Qiu knew her doubts and explained, "The High Priest has checked me, and it's really nothing serious."
"Yeah." She nodded lightly.
Cheng Qiu put down his hand, the soft touch of her hair still lingering on his fingertips.
He lowered his eyes and looked in the other direction. There was a pile of wood piled up by Li Yian and placed right in front of the entrance of the temple.
The temple is the place where Feng Yao is worshipped.
And here, the largest blessing ceremony in history will be held.
He didn't know if they would be able to see each other again after the ceremony.
He was in tune with her soul and knew all her pain.
Including her fate.
That night in the illusion, he was entrusted by the high priest to drag her out of the illusion, but after seeing her fate and understanding her thoughts, he would rather help her stay there.
But she chose to come out and face her fate.
She had never told anyone about these things, so he wouldn't ask or talk about them.
Only two days left.
They only had two days to get along.
From now on, perhaps they will never meet again.
Cheng Qiu lowered his eyes, and even though his heart had stopped beating, it felt like there was a big hole in it.
Seeing Cheng Qiu remained silent, Li Yian said, "I'm done admiring the moon, I should go back."
Cheng Qiu couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was really her character. Once she encountered a disharmonious atmosphere, she would think about leaving.
"What are you laughing at again?"
Cheng Qiu replied, "I'm laughing at myself for being so unattractive..."
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