But did he really kill his young wife in his past life?!
Moreover, it seems that the young wife is unaware of this matter!
Shang Xiye frowned deeply, a deep sense of confusion and unease rising in his heart.
The young wife was always worried that he would abandon her after his memories returned. She was probably worried about their master-disciple relationship from their past life, since a master-disciple relationship was a taboo that violated social norms in this world.
It seems that in a past life, a relationship between a master and disciple was also taboo.
But if the young wife knew that he was the one who killed her in her past life, then she...
The more Shang Xiye thought about it, the stronger her unease became.
Even though he was usually unfazed by the collapse of Mount Tai, his fingertips were trembling slightly.
He couldn't imagine that one day his delicate little wife would hate him and leave him.
He also couldn't understand:
He clearly loved his wife deeply in his past life, so why did he kill her?
Even if a master-disciple relationship defies all conventions, he can simply live in seclusion with his young wife.
Why, why could he be so heartless as to kill her?!
In the dim light, Shang Xiye's eyes flickered, a hint of darkness gradually appearing in them: "My little wife, you walked right into my arms. No matter what, I will never let you go again, no matter what!"
He'll take her life!
He will never let go unless he dies!
In another tent, Black Owl also tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
It is a joyous occasion for us all to gather and celebrate together tonight.
Everyone was happy, and he was in a good mood as well.
But when he returned to his tent and was alone in peace, he felt as empty as he had been when he was happy.
Leaving Kyoto was a good thing, but he felt that after shedding the shackles of worldly life, he was met with more panic and repression.
Leaving the mortal world meant that they would soon return to the world of cultivators.
Xiao Yao'er said that the other world is better than this one.
Cultivators in that world are like fish returning to the sea; that is the world that truly belongs to cultivators!
But in his heart, that place was a hell of wisdom!
Feeling utterly overwhelmed, Black Owl stopped forcing himself to sleep. He got up, left the tent, took a deep breath, and flew on his sword towards the highest mountain nearby.
People say that you can see far when you climb high. Perhaps when he is at a high place, his mind is more open and his mood is not so depressed.
Ji Fengming was also bored.
He lay on his side in his tent, studying the sounds of Black Owl tossing and turning next door. Just as he was about to go next door to ask Black Owl what was bothering him, Black Owl got up, left the tent, and flew away on his sword.
Ji Fengming hurriedly followed. It was late at night and everyone was asleep, so he couldn't call out to Hei Xiao. He could only follow him on his sword.
The two landed one after the other on the summit of the highest mountain.
Black Owl had already noticed someone following him. When he turned around and saw Ji Fengming, he felt a mix of emotions: "Fengming, what brings you here?"
"I also want to ask you, why are you up here on the mountaintop in the middle of the night instead of sleeping and enjoying the cold wind?" Ji Fengming said, taking two steps closer. The lingering scent of wine on his body and the fragrance of his clothes were carried by the cool breeze, which smelled very pleasant.
Black Owl paused for a moment, then turned around hastily: "I must have drunk too much and can't sleep. I came out for a walk to sober up."
"Heh, you've been drinking a lot," Ji Fengming chuckled. He walked to a boulder in front of the cliff, sat down with his feet dangling, patted the spot next to him, and turned to Hei Xiao, saying, "Since you can't sleep from drinking, then drink some more. This is called fighting alcohol with alcohol, and poison with poison."
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