This night, Shen Jue was already asleep in bed, but was awakened by a slap.
For the first time in so many years, Shen Jue hated his keen hearing. He heard the slap, which passed through the wall, through the courtyard, through the wooden boards, and passed into his ears.
Then there is Ji Jiu's sentence: You make me sick.
Shen Jue couldn't describe his mood. It is even more impossible to imagine how Yi Mo felt when he heard this sentence.
This is the demon. Once you get involved in love, you will lose your qualifications to be superior, and you will be tossing around in the world of mortals, looking for your lover, and the result is often miserable. A human's life is only a few decades, but a monster has to live for so long, so long that he doesn't know what to do, Shen Jue doesn't want to be a monster anymore.
If you can find someone who stays with you and loves you, live your life peacefully, and then die with him. Don't worry about the next life. And no longer look for it.
Everything is just like what Ji Jiu once said, when a person dies, he is dead. It can no longer be undone. Even if you look for it, what you find is an illusion.
Like flowers in a mirror and moon in water, tentacles become empty.
Shen Jue knew that the feeling of emptiness was not pleasant.
There were constant voices coming from the next door, constant disputes, and constant fights. Shen Jue covered his ears and buried himself under the deep quilt. As if in this way, the dream in my heart could be prevented from breaking—a gentle father, a silent but affectionate father, a beautiful family.
Finally, all sound died away.
Shen Jue sat up, knowing that Yi Mo had left. I also know that this time, Yi Mo is really sad.
For so long, for such a long time, the person who thought he could be found again, was so tender and tender, and in the end, all hopes were destroyed in the sentence "disgusting".
Shen Jue felt his heart throbbing.
In the early morning of the second day, Ji Jiu tidied himself up and opened the door. As soon as the door was opened, the light that was supposed to come in was blocked by a figure, and the bluish light couldn't come in, it couldn't fall on him, and it couldn't imprint in his eyes. He still stood in the dark.
Standing outside the door was Shen Jue.
Ji Jiu turned around and took the long sword, walked around him and stood in the courtyard for a while, as if to practice the sword, but finally sat on the bamboo chair and closed her eyes.
Shen Jue stood at the door for a while, but finally couldn't help it, strode over and stood in front of Ji Jiu, the tall figure once again shrouded Ji Jiu into the darkness, and she couldn't escape.
Ji Jiu said, "Get out of the way."
Shen Jue remained motionless.
His persistence made it a luxury for Ji Jiu to watch the first rays of sunlight in the morning.
Shen Jue said, "How could you treat him like that?!"
Ji Jiu lowered his eyes and said lightly, "Are you blaming me?"
Shen Jue said: "You are too ruthless! Why can't you think for him, why did you treat him like this? After looking for you for so many years, should you get such a result?!"
His accusations were fierce, resentful, even irrational.
However, Ji Jiu has been listening patiently, even the next more exaggerated words, Ji Jiu did not refute. He just sat quietly on the bamboo chair, listening to the other person with rare patience, accusing himself of being cold-blooded towards monsters.
His indifference made Shen Jue feel sad, even indignant.
Shen Jue pointed at him and said angrily, "A person like you is not worthy of being my father at all!"
As soon as the words fell to the ground, Ji Jiu, who had been silent all this time, made a move. He suddenly overturned the stone table in front of him, drew out his sword, and stabbed Shen Jue.
Shen Jue dodged immediately, and just as he dodged, a second stab came at his face, accompanied by a whistling sound, which was extremely murderous.
Shen Jue dodged three swords, and when the fourth sword pierced his heart, Shen Jue also drew his sword and faced him.
The sound of knives and swords suddenly sounded in the small courtyard. The wooden barrel in the corner was split in half, and the water tank that carried the water the night before had a gap, and water poured out.
They used to think that they would treat each other kindly, but they never thought that one day they would stand in opposing positions and stab each other's heart with weapons.
But the day came so quickly, and they accepted it quickly, without hesitation.
The courtyard where he had lived for several months was in ruins, even the doors and windows had sword marks, rotted into pieces of wood, and was devastated everywhere.
Their swords were against each other's throats. Only then did the fighting stop.
The sky was already bright, Ji Jiu held up his sword, and looked carefully at the young and energetic face that was a distance away from the sword. That face was full of anger and murderous intent.
Ji Jiu smiled suddenly, rolled up the corners of his lips, and said with a sarcastic arc, "If I were Shen Qingxuan, would you point your sword at me?"
Shen Jue's hand, which had been holding the hilt of the sword steadily and forcefully, trembled at this sentence. The sharp blade left a small opening in Ji Jiu's throat, and soon a trace of red blood flowed out.
That streak of blood was shocking, Shen Jue threw away the long sword abruptly, and called out, "Father."
Ji Jiu's calmness was turned into powder at this call. He grabbed Shen Jue's skirt, pushed him against the wall, put the long sword around his neck, and asked angrily, "Who am I?!"
When Shen Jue didn't answer, Ji Jiu's sword edge tightened, and the same bloodstain appeared on Shen Jue's throat. Shen Jue said, "It's Ji Jiu."
Ji Jiu sneered, and continued to ask: "Who is your father?"
Shen Jue hesitated for a moment, and the pressure on his neck increased, Shen Jue said, "It's Shen Qingxuan."
— It was Shen Qingxuan.
Ji Jiu held the hilt of the sword and stabbed at him. Shen Jue's heart shuddered, but he closed his eyes.
The long sword pierced into the loess wall on the side of his face. Ji Jiu's eyes were red, and he said one sentence at a time: "You said that you have been looking for me for more than a hundred years, and you have to be attached and depended on. All you can give."
"I'm cold-blooded?" Ji Jiu laughed, and his voice suddenly became cold: "You can find a man you don't know to fuck you, and try it in front of your wife."
"You will know what a nightmare is, what life is worse than death. But I have to suppress all the nausea and tell myself that this is my lover who has been looking for me for more than a hundred years. No matter how bad he is, I can't kill him, otherwise Ji Jiu It's a beast!"
"Isn't Ji Jiu treating you well enough?"
He said, almost shouting, with a kind of hysterical madness.
"Because of your attachment, Ji Jiu put aside the wives who have devoted many years. Because of your hard work for more than a hundred years, Ji Jiu must accept the adopted son and lover left over from the previous life, and face you day and night, and treat each other well. .”
"You ask for everything from Ji Jiu, but you keep asking Shen Qingxuan to be reborn!"
"To you, Ji Jiu is just Shen Qingxuan's skin, let you do whatever you want, and always be grateful, thank you for more than a hundred years of hard work, right?!"
"Why?" Ji Jiu said, "Why should I treat you well? I know that the person you want is Shen Qingxuan, but I still want to take care of you for him?"
"Come and tell me, why?"
Ji Jiu said, her eyes were red and her face was terrified.
"When you meet two beggars, give one tael and the other two taels of silver, and the one who takes the one tael will not only not appreciate you, but will turn around and scold you for being stingy. This is the human heart."
"The wall fell down and they didn't help it, but they scolded the neighbors for not helping them. This is the human heart.
"I gave birth to a son and entertained the neighbors, and the neighbors who can't have a son eat your meal, while cursing your son to die early, this is the heart of the people!"
"You father and son are incomparable!"
Shen Jue came back to his senses after being in a long daze, and was speechless for a moment, and could only cry out: "Father."
Ji Jiu stared at him, her eyes were cold and sharp, like a knife on Shen Jue's face, cutting open his flesh and blood, straight to the soul, "Who are you calling? Shen Qingxuan or Ji Jiu?"
Shen Jue was silent.
"Answer me, Shen Qingxuan is still Ji Jiu." With a cold expression, Ji Jiu was intimidating, like a cold mountain pressing in front of him, making him breathless. Shen Jue looked at him for a long time before slowly saying : "It's Shen Qingxuan."
After saying that, Shen Jue closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Ji Jiu let him go.
Throwing away the scabbard, she slowly walked back to the bamboo chair and sat down, closing her eyes again, Ji Jiu said, "Let's go."
Shen Jue bent over, picked up her saber, went back to her room to pack her bags, stood in front of him again, said nothing, and left quietly.
Ji Jiu sat motionless on the chair, as the sunlight above his head slanted, as if turning into a plastic stone statue.
He knew they would go, as if they had appeared out of nowhere, tore his life into shreds, and slipped away.
But they are demons, with supreme mana and superb abilities, and he himself is just a small mortal, and can only be manipulated by them.
Otherwise, what else
In their hearts, Ji Jiu, a living person, does not exist.
Even like this, Ji Jiu can't complain, otherwise he would be cold-blooded and ruthless. And Ji Jiu was too tired to complain anymore.
So be it.