Chapter 272: First Release "It's not returning it to me, it's returning it to Song...
"What do you mean, Lord Wen Yu?" Dan Qing caught up from behind and heard Wen Yu's words from afar. "Slandering the Lord is disrespectful!"
Wen Yu frowned slightly when she heard this. She saw the guy with light green hair approaching Tai Hao and looking quite aggressive when facing her.
Danqing, the name really suits her.
"Am I slandering you, or is this the truth?" Wen Yu didn't want to argue with him any further and said coldly, "Little Priest, please ask your Lord first!"
But he didn't expect that Dan Qing was actually such a simple-minded person. After hearing what Wen Yu said, he actually turned around and looked at Tai Hao, "Master?"
He lost his master for a while last night, and finally found him by the Yuan River, but he still refused to speak to him.
That being said, he wasn't really sure.
Tai Hao lowered his head and said nothing, still looking at Wen Yu with a deep gaze.
She was... so angry?
He felt the coldness of Xiao's body between his fingertips, and he couldn't help but hold it tighter.
This thing... is indeed...
Although there is no positive response, silence itself seems to be an answer.
This situation made Dan Qing, who was originally furious, feel guilty. "Master..."
"Emperor." Wen Yu raised her sleeve and summoned the Liuyun Fan. Without hesitation, she charged towards Tai Hao. "Excuse me."
She must take back the flute for Song Linsheng today.
If we return to the East Heaven Palace in the future and the Emperor takes the blame, Wen Yu, the Immortal Lord of the Spring Temple, is willing to bear the consequences.
But right now, she is just Wen Yu.
Wen Yu moved extremely fast and was in front of Tai Hao in the blink of an eye. She had been practicing diligently day and night since her ascension, and was no longer the wooden person who could only watch the clouds coming and going in the Wutong Ancestral Temple.
Even if it was Emperor Taihao, she had the confidence to fight him.
"Xiao Yu--" Song Linsheng's eyes narrowed, his face filled with worry that could hardly be concealed, and he hurriedly took a few steps to catch up.
Yu Chang glanced at Song Linsheng behind him, and when Song Linsheng was about to pass him in a hurry, he suddenly raised his sleeve to stop him.
This... Song Linsheng's breath is unstable and his soul is fragmented. If Wen Yu wants to fight with Tai Hao, it's better not to join in the fun.
In fact, even if we let him rush forward and then get beaten to death in the chaos, what would it matter?
Yu Chang's eyes flashed, and he turned away and no longer looked at Song Linsheng.
"You——" Being stopped so suddenly by him, Song Linsheng paused and immediately looked over, "Sister Wen Xing..."
As soon as he spoke, Song Linsheng seemed to remember something and changed his words, "Yu Chang."
The latter closed his eyes and didn't want to talk any more.
Unexpectedly, Song Linsheng could barely recognize him. Yu Chang sighed inwardly, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
"Auntie—" Song Zhuo and others exclaimed, and suddenly started fighting for some reason.
"Master!" Dan Qing was also greatly shocked and flew over to stop Wen Yu, "Wen Yujun, do you really dare--"
Unlike everyone else who was busy, Tai Hao lowered his brows and eyes, his eyes were as calm and clear as a spring. He just stood there quietly, waiting for Wen Yu's next move.
He didn't seem afraid at all.
Wen Yu laughed inwardly, wondering why he would use such strange words.
How could Tai Hao, the Emperor of the Eastern Heaven and the Master of Zhuoying Palace, feel fear towards her, a little immortal who had only just ascended to heaven?
She was afraid that the word was not accurate.
To be precise, Taihao's attitude towards her could be more accurately described as defenseless.
Wen Yu's heart moved slightly, but the Liuyun Fan in her hand did not stop. The magic power left in it by her master and her own Taoism were added together, and it went straight towards Taihao's face.
This is called making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.
Her face was so close that Tai Hao could even clearly see the hair on Wen Yu's forehead moving in the wind. Further down were her spring-like eyes, and he could clearly see the anger and resentment in them at the moment.
Tai Hao fell silent.
She did it for the flute.
Or it was for Song Linsheng behind her.
He looked up, wanting to see Wen Yu's emotions more clearly.
But in a blink of an eye, the Liuyun fan in Wen Yu's hand was already in front of Tai Hao. The satin-white fan brushed past the tip of his nose, leaving only those eyes that met Wen Yu's.
——His originally clear eyes were now filled with doubts.
When Wen Yu understood this emotion, she suddenly had a slight movement in her heart. In a flash, she chose to turn the Liuyun fan and hit Taihao's left shoulder with the fan bone.
How can it be doubtful?
She thought it must be the guilt of being caught, or the anger of being offended.
The originally fierce move softened a bit in the moment she hesitated.
Wen Yu calmed herself down; she couldn't lose her composure at this moment.
Even though they had already fallen out and attacked Taihao, she didn't care whether he was the emperor or not.
In a moment, Wen Yu concentrated his mind and strength, and used the Liuyun fan to perform several moves on Taihao.
Without exception, he endured it silently, not only did he not take a step back, he even moved forward towards Wen Yu.
Wen Yu had nowhere to hide, so he simply put away the Liuyun fan and asked bluntly, "Why didn't you fight back?"
Seeing Tai Hao's brows furrowed, his eyes suddenly brightened up when he looked at her at the same time——
But he remained silent and didn't speak.
Wen Yu glanced at him in confusion, then looked down to the purple bamboo flute in his hand.
She stretched out her hand to grab it, but unexpectedly Tai Hao raised his sleeve in an instant, and the moon-white clothes fluttered, directly brushing the tip of Wen Yu's nose -
Light jasmine scent.
Wen Yu was slightly stunned, and his hands slowed down a bit, but in a split second, he tried to grab it again.
But before she could take any action, Taihao's sleeves fell, revealing the purple bamboo flute in his hand.
Wen Yu froze in place, her hesitant gaze swept over Tai Hao, then looked at the flute lying across her body.
This is... going to be returned to her?
The purple bamboo flute stretched across the sky, separating Taihao and Wenyu. The two just stared at each other from a distance, neither of them speaking a word.
"For you." After the faint white mist, Tai Hao was the first to break the silence.
If that's what you want.
Wen Yu's mind froze. She couldn't figure out the meaning of the words and actions of the elusive Emperor Taihao.
"It's not giving, it's returning." She retorted immediately, unwilling to be outdone.
As she expected, Tai Hao's eyes changed slightly as soon as he said this, and he seemed very sad.
Wen Yu had a clue in his mind, so he immediately took a step further to test the waters, even adding a hint of sarcasm to his words without hesitation.
"It's not returning it to me, it's returning it to Song Linsheng."
After saying that, she didn't bother to look at Taihao's reaction. She raised her sleeve to take back the flute and turned to walk towards where Song Linsheng was.
Tai Hao was left standing there alone.
Tai Hao looked at his empty palms. The real feeling of the flute in his hands just now was gone. His fingertips curled up slightly, and he felt lost.
Leaving all this behind, the sharpness just now disappeared. Wen Yu's expression softened, and she quickly held the flute in front of Song Linsheng, "Song Linsheng, look?"
"Xiao Yu--" The flute that he had been thinking about was finally in front of him, but Song Linsheng couldn't care about it anymore.
He leaned over, placed his hands on Wen Yu's shoulders, and turned her around, fearing that she was hurt somewhere. "Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Yu's heart softened, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curled up. Without her noticing, she even lowered her voice a lot, "Song Linsheng..."
"Auntie—" Song Zhuo, Wen Heng, and Wen Liangyi immediately chased after her and gathered around Wen Yu, "Auntie, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Wen Yu responded with a smile and hurriedly introduced himself to the others, "This is Song Linsheng—"
Song Zhuo and others must have been frightened by this situation before. After all, the fact that the corpse is not decayed and the appearance remains the same is too shocking to mortals.
Now it is most appropriate for her to uncover Song Linsheng's identity.
"What Song Linsheng?" Dan Qing hurried over to Tai Hao, checking him for any injuries. "Just for a man like Song Linsheng, you, Wen Yujun, actually fought with my master?"
He obviously disagreed with Wen Yu's approach.
Without waiting for Wen Yu to respond, Yu Chang was the first to glance at her coldly.
It is not a smart thing to reveal a secret that is not a secret.
"Dan Qing!" Tai Hao stopped him and told him not to continue.
Beneath the concise words, there is undisguised displeasure.
Even though Tai Hao had just been hit by a few palms from Wen Yu, he had never experienced such emotional fluctuations.
Dan Qing sensed the oppressive aura surrounding Yu Chang, and realized his master's intention. Although he was puzzled, he quickly shut up.
Only to find out it's too late.
All of Dan Qing's words fell into Wen Yu's ears. The latter's back stiffened and his mind went blank.
Not human.
Not a ghost.
The familiar feeling of suffocation came over her, wrapping Wen Yu tightly like a surging wave. She was unable to breathe and was suddenly at a loss.
It is like a small boat trapped in a foggy sea, or like a spring bud half exposed in a night of lightning and thunder.
Wen Yu's mind froze, his eyes narrowed, and he dared not look at the person in front of him. With anger surging, he could only turn around and scold, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
But just as she finished speaking, before she could even get a response from Dan Qing, Wen Yu felt her sleeve being gently pulled.
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng's smile gradually faded, and his doubts grew even more intense. "Am I... neither human nor ghost?"
To Wen Yu, Song Linsheng's softly whispered question was more pointed than Dan Qing's angry scolding.
"No, no." Wen Yu refuted in panic, but could only utter simple and weak words, "Song Linsheng, listen to me, listen to me——"
She didn't know what to say.
Anxiety filled the air like a tide, rushing into Wen Yu's ears, as if wishing to isolate her from everyone else so that she could not hear a single sound.
"Auntie—" Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi looked at each other and called softly.
Song Zhuo looked at Song Linsheng with eyes full of pity. His distraught appearance was truly heartbreaking. "My family...ancestors..."
Song Lin looked at Song Zhuo with his neck stiff, then turned his eyes and glanced around, as if he had just noticed that this was a tomb.
His brows were filled with confusion and bewilderment. He turned around and asked Song Zhuo and the others word by word, "Am I... dead?"
Song Zhuo and the others looked at each other, tears welling up in their eyes, but they could only shut their mouths and not answer.
They really didn't know how to respond to this.
Not getting a response, Song Linsheng turned around and faced Wen Yu again. He bowed slightly, looked at Wen Yu's expression carefully, and asked softly.
"Xiaoyu, am I dead?"
"No, no."
Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled and she couldn't stop shaking. She probably didn't know what she was saying, so she just instinctively retorted, "That's not the case!"
After saying that, Wen Yu opened her arms and wanted to hug Song Linsheng. It seemed that only in this way could she feel a little bit of Song Linsheng's presence.
But as soon as she raised her sleeve, she was restrained by a force. Wen Yu looked over and saw that it was Yu Chang.
Yu Chang had come half a step behind her without her knowing, and was now holding her arm tightly. His black robe made his face look as cold as frost, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Don't touch him." Yu Chang's words were short but his voice softened.
But Wen Yu was only a hair's breadth away from collapse, so she couldn't hear him. "Yu Chang!"
"If you don't want him to disappear too quickly." Yu Chang explained patiently, not caring about Wen Yu's light shout.
Wen Yu's struggling movements suddenly stopped, and she held her breath and stared deeply at the person in front of her.
Song Linsheng's stature, appearance, and demeanor have not changed at all. They are exactly the same as before, without any difference.
Even though a hundred years have passed, it still feels like the first time we met.
She closed her eyes, and after some hesitation, she turned to look at Yu Chang again.
"You clearly know it." Yu Chang sighed in his heart.
The truth is often like a knife; it will not reveal its true form unless it cuts people's hearts into a bloody mess.
Yu Chang suppressed his reluctance and whispered, "If his soul doesn't disperse, he will become a ghost. He is not Song Linsheng."
He was clearly talking about Song Linsheng, but he was actually looking at Tai Hao beside the stone gate.
When these words were spoken, not only Wen Yu was horrified, but Song Zhuo also found it hard to accept.
"He is in the Song family cemetery. If it's not my ancestor Song Linsheng, who else could it be?" Song Er, who has always been calm and steady, is unusually proud at this moment.
Wen Heng pulled Song Zhuo's sleeve and soothed him softly, "Xiao Zhuo, listen to Master Yu Chang's explanation."
"Whether it's true or not, there will always be a conclusion." Wen Liangyi stopped Song Zhuo and stopped him from moving forward. "Song Xuechuan, calm down."
Yu Chang turned a deaf ear to Song Zhuo's questioning. Compared with the young man's impulsiveness, Wen Yu's calmness was even more terrifying.
Looking at Wen Yu's wooden face and dim eyes, Yu Chang felt sorry for her but could do nothing about it.
"You should know that when a mortal dies, his soul has three parts: the Heavenly Soul, the Earthly Soul, and the Life Soul."
Wen Yu's eyes moved slightly, and he finally showed some reaction.
She had been Meng Po at the Rebirth Inn and by the Naihe Bridge for three hundred years, so naturally she knew these things.
But she didn't know what Yu Chang wanted to say when he mentioned this.
"It was only with the help of the magic power you infused into Song Linsheng's body that day, coupled with his obsession, that Song Linsheng's soul was retained."
Yu Chang's gaze passed over Wen Yu's shoulder and calmly fell on this so-called Song Linsheng.
"Song Linsheng's soul is incomplete and he cannot be reborn."
After explaining all this, Yu Chang kept silent.
This might be the key reason why Song Linsheng's soul never appeared on the Naihe Bridge, but he only knew it after seeing it with his own eyes today.
I guess Wen Yu felt the same way, which is why she deliberately ignored it.
She would rather believe that the person in front of her was Song Linsheng than accept that the real Song Linsheng might still be wandering in the world because of his incomplete soul, perhaps becoming a lonely ghost, or perhaps being devoured by monsters.
"No, that's not the case." Wen Yu murmured softly, but her arms struggled to free herself from Yu Chang's grasp. "He is Song Linsheng. I won't make the mistake again."
She had already made a mistake in recognizing him once in the main hall of the Netherworld Palace that day, and now in the cemetery, she would not make a mistake.
Wen Yu increased her strength. She just wanted to touch Song Linsheng again, just like when they leaned against each other and looked at Mei Hong when it snowed.
But no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't break free from Yu Chang's grip.
"Now that he is aware of his own death, he will simply dissipate into the world as quickly as possible and merge with the remaining soul of Song Linsheng."
If it still exists.
Yu Chang held Wen Yu's arm tightly and refused to let go, preventing her from having any chance of running into Song Linsheng again.
Wen Yu is now an immortal king with profound cultivation, while Song Linsheng is just a ghost transformed from a residual soul, and his life is as fragile as paper. When the two come into contact, Wen Yu's aura will erode him until he disappears.
"He can't bear your touch."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu immediately gave up resisting. Her eyes were filled with shock. After repeatedly confirming with Yu Chang, she finally became helpless.
She didn't want to admit it, but she had to.
As early as the moment she entered the tomb, she sensed the weirdness.
But when it comes to Song Linsheng, she would rather close her eyes and ears and become a person who can't see or hear clearly.
Her sharp eyes and clear ears are like a sharp blade that cuts through beauty.
Why not sink into despair while we are still alive?
But she didn't know that this would cause Song Linsheng to suffer. Since he was already dead, how could his soul disappear?
The Song Linsheng in front of him had drooping eyebrows and dim eyes, which was completely different from his previous high-spirited and upright appearance.
Wen Yu felt a pain in her heart, and the spasms made her unable to speak.
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng rolled his eyes woodenly, his eyes no longer lively as before. "I... am dead, am I?"
After saying that, Song Linsheng raised his sleeve and stretched out his hand, as if wanting to shake hands with Wen Yu.
But as he moved, the sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard, resounding in the empty and spacious tomb with few people around, sounding very harsh.
Wen Yu closed her eyes. She had noticed this voice just now.
It's just that you are deceiving yourself.
"Song Linsheng." Wen Yu called out affirmatively, but did not face his question directly.
Without hesitation, Wen Yu raised her sleeve and held the purple bamboo flute in front of her. She looked at the person opposite her very seriously, "Look, I found it."
She found Dong Xiao and also found Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that Wen Yu's eyes were full of his reflection, the anxiety and worry between his brows finally faded a little.
"Thanks to you, Xiaoyu."
Raising his sleeves to take it, Song Linsheng's eyes depicted Xiao's body inch by inch. He looked focused and serious, not as if he was simply looking at an object. Instead, he wanted to see the past through Xiao's body.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng stood facing each other across the flute. A faint breeze blew in, hugging their dresses and overlapping them together.
It was clear that the flute that they had been trying so hard to find just now was now gone. Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and met Wen Yu's gaze. There was only each other in their eyes and only each other in their hearts.
The flickering lights danced, and apart from the crackling sound of the burning oil wick, no one in the tomb made a sound.
Yu Chang took a half step back. He thought, Song Linsheng still has something to say.
Song Zhuo, Wen Heng and Wen Liangyi, who were a little further away, all looked dejected and kept silent. In this situation, it seemed that nothing they could say would be good.
I thought my ancestor really had the ability to come back to life, but I never expected that it was all a dream in the end.
Dan Qing scratched his head guiltily. He was telling the truth, but it seemed that somehow he had harmed this man named Song Linsheng.
All things are empty, but cause and effect are not empty. I don’t know whether what he did is right or wrong.
He looked at his master beside him very carefully, crouching down and not daring to say a word.
Tai Hao ignored his little gesture and just looked at Wen Yu, Song Linsheng and others from afar, with a thoughtful look on his face.
A pale yellow halo enveloped Song Linsheng, illuminating his delicate, fair skin into a translucent color, which then grew increasingly lighter and lighter...
He seemed to have noticed something. Song Linsheng lowered his eyes and glanced at his hands. His hands, which seemed so real that they could hardly hold up the flute.
"Xiaoyu, don't worry about me."
Song Linsheng looked at Wen Yu with extremely focused eyes, speaking word by word.
"I don't regret where my soul goes..."
But his words seemed to be out of his control, and gradually faded into silence. He couldn't finish speaking and it was difficult to speak again.
"Song Linsheng? Song Linsheng!"
Wen Yu noticed his abnormality and called out hurriedly.
But Song Linsheng's body had already shattered into pieces of light like a candle flame, and in an instant they scattered everywhere and disappeared.
He didn't even have time to finish what he was about to say.
"Ding" sounded, and as Song Linsheng disappeared, the flute that was originally held in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"No, no." Wen Yu murmured, and her panicked and helpless eyes swept around, but she couldn't see any trace of Song Linsheng at all, "Song Linsheng..."
She knew what he hadn't finished saying, she knew it all.
I have no regrets about where my soul goes, I just regret that it goes so hastily.
This is what Song Linsheng said to her when he died.
"Song Linsheng, Song Linsheng!" Wen Yu flew forward, but missed. She lost her balance for a moment and fell directly on the scattered fragments of the flute.
The tiny cracks and sharp teeth pierced her palms, and the waves of pain that followed spread from her limbs to all her bones, but Wen Yu didn't care about that. She just put away the flute in a panic, as if Song Linsheng was still there.
Seeing her searching privately in a daze, her numb and confused look was even more intense than her heart-wrenching cries. She clearly didn't say anything else, but Yu Chang could still clearly feel Wen Yu's pain.
"Wen Yu." Yu Chang frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.
This bamboo flute was originally a burial object. It has been in this dark tomb for over a hundred years and cannot withstand being dropped. Now it is broken into pieces and scattered all over the floor. It is no longer in the same state as when Wen Yu gave it to Song Linsheng.
Yu Chang raised his sleeve and grasped Wen Yu's wrist, telling her not to touch the fragments again, lest she hurt herself. He quickly lowered his gaze to the shapeless flute lying on the ground, "All things that are tangible will eventually decay. Why force it?"
"Just barely?" Wen Yu seemed to have heard something unbelievable. He turned around and asked, "Yu Chang, I've been barely making it for over three hundred years. I've been barely making it for over three hundred years..."
"I know, I know." Yu Chang's grip did not loosen, and a steady stream of demonic power flowed into Wen Yu's palm from where they held hands. "Wen Yu."
The scratches on Wen Yu's body caused by the fragments just now recovered as Yu Chang's demonic power flashed.
Yu Chang turned his head to check her injuries. Fortunately, they were not serious. He breathed a sigh of relief with a barely perceptible degree of relief.
Perhaps even he himself did not realize that this small scratch was nothing to Wen Yu, who had already ascended to heaven.
"Don't worry, I have mixed a drop of Ding Yuan's blood into Song Linsheng's soul." Yu Chang was helpless.
As long as it was something Wen Yu wanted, he would always try his best to make it happen, not to mention that Ding Yuan was...
As soon as these words came out, Wen Yu's stunned eyes gleamed, and he confirmed: "You mean... Ding Yuan?"
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